This is an overstatement: any active man can get into the Bed from above; but even from below (where Mr. Williams shows the boat lying in his picture) it needs some climbing. Within is only room for a man to sit or lie--not to stand. But Kevin's dwelling on the north shore was leafy and bird-haunted, and the wild creatures, it is said, used to come and light on his shoulder, and sing their sweetest songs to God's solitary.
[Illustration: ST. KEVIN'S BED AND THE CHURCH OF THE ROCK, UPPER LAKE GLENDALOUGH]
At last his fame went aboard, and folk flocked to his sanctuary and begged him to found a monastery. He submitted unwillingly, and let them build him (still on the slope of the same mountain, Lugduff) a beehive cell of stones, or "skellig": and near it they built an oratory, _Tempul-na-Skellig_, on a rock projecting into the lake--now wrecked, for, as Archbishop Healy writes in his _Ancient Schools and Scholars_, "fifty years of tourists in the mountain valley have caused more ruin to these venerable monuments than centuries of civil war".
But there was no room on this cliffy shore, and Kevin was admonished in a vision to build in the open space by the outfall of the lower lake. "If it were God's will," said Kevin, "I would rather remain until my death here where I have laboured." "But," said the angel, "if you dwell where I bid you, many blessed souls will have their resurrection there and go with you to the heavenly kingdom." So Kevin consented to move; and he built the monastery on which all those churches and towers sprang up that can be seen or traced to-day. Yet in this city he did not depart from his austerities, but slept on the bare ground and lived on herbs and water.
The foundation of the monastery may date from about 540. Kevin lived on, they say, till 620, and died surrounded by his disciples, a man of God and a peacemaker, among the best beloved of Ireland's saints.
All that great congeries of ruins dating from pre-Norman times speaks of a very large community. They are typical. There is the round tower, _cloigtheach_, a belfry, place of retreat into which the pious monks used to retire, drawing up the ladder after them; there is the big church with high-pitched roof of stone, and its galaxy of lesser chapels, just as in Ciaran's city at Clonmacnoise. About these doubtless were numberless huts of wattle and clay, dwellings of the clergy and the students. For here was the real metropolitan see of Irish Leinster. Dublin was a Danish foundation, and for centuries the primacy was disputed between them, till the dispute was ended by calling the provincial see the Archbishopric of Dublin and Glendalough--joint dioceses with separate organization to this day.