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Much personal experience, which is always interest ing, is given in its pages; and the authors who have chosen to be anonymous, have had remarkable results in their study^ of Spiritualism and Clairvoyancy, and are adepts in Psycho logical researches. From all the varied avenues in which they have worked so perseveringly, they have brought together a higlily grati- fying mass of material. The volume is one in which agnostics, spiritualists, orthodox and scientific minds generally, Avill b<( deeply interested ; and it is written in so earnest and frank a spirit, and in language so clear and graceful, that " Beyond the Sunrise," will win a welcome in every household. It wiU give good cheer and inspiration wherever it is read. Sent free, by post, on receipt of price. ^P ^- LOVELL CO., PuTDlishers, ^^ and 16 Vesey Street, New ^.jrk. T H E 7-; IRISH SKETCH BOOK WILLIAM MAKEPEAtE THACKERAY. NEW YORK: JOHN W. LOVELL COMPANY, 14 AND 16 Vesey Street. THE LiatLAHY or C OWO KE3S TO CHARLES LEVER, Esq.. OF TEMPLEOGUE HOUSE, NEAR DUBLIN. My Dear Lever, Harry Lorrequer needs no complimenting in a dedication ; and I would not venture to inscribe this volume to the Editor of the " Dublin University Magazine," who, I fear, must disapprove of a great deal which it contains. But allow me to dedicate my little book to a good Irish- man (the hearty charity of whose visionary red-coats, some substantial personages in black might imitate to advantage), and to a friend from whom I have received a hundred acts of kindness and cordial hospitality. Laying aside for a moment the travelling-title of Mr. Tit- marsh, let me acknowledge these favors in my own name, and subscribe myself, my dear Lever, Most sincerely and gratefully yours, W. M. THACKERAY. London^ April 27, 1843. (2S3) THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK CHAPTER I. A SUMMER DAY IN DUBLIN, OR THERE AND THEREABOUTS. The coach that brings the passenger by wood and moun- tain, by brawling waterfall and gloomy plain, by the lonely lake of Festiniog and across the swinging world's wonder of a Menai Bridge, through dismal Anglesea to dismal Holyhead — the Birmingham mail, manages matters so cleverly, that after ten hours' ride the traveller is thrust incontinently on board the packet, and the steward says there's no use in providing dinner on board, because the passage is so short. That is true : but why not give us half an hour on shore ? Ten hours spent on a coach-box render the dinner question one of extreme importance ; and as the packet reaches Kings- town at midnight, when all the world is asleep, the inn-larders locked up, and the cook in bed ; and as the mail is not landed until five in the morning (at which hour the passengers are considerately awakened by great stamping and shouting over- head), might not " Lord Lowther " give us one little half hour ? Even the steward agreed that it was a useless and atrocious tyranny ; and, indeed, after a little demur, produced a half- dozen of fried eggs, a feeble makeshift for a dinner. Our passage across from the Head was made in a rain so pouring and steady, that sea and coast were entirely hidden from us, and one could see very little beyond the glowing tip of the cigar which remained alight nobly in spite of the weather. Then the gallant exertions of that fiery spirit were over for* (285) ,^-5 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ev^r, ana Durning bravely, to the end it had breathed its last in doing its master service, all became black and cheerless around ; the passengers had dropped off one by one, preferring to be dry and ill below rather than wet and squeamish above : even the mate, with his gold-laced cap (who is so astonishingly like Mr. Charles Dickens that he might pass for that gentle- man) — even the mate said he would go to his cabin and turn in. So there remained nothing for it but to do as all the world had done. Hence it was impossible to institute the comparison between the Bay of Naples and that of Dublin (the Bee of Naples the former is sometimes called in this country), where I have heard the likeness asserted in a great number of societies and con- versations. But how could one see the Bay of Dublin in the dark ? and how, supposing one could see it, should a person behave who has never seen the Bay of Naples .'' It is but to take the similarity for granted, and remain in bed till morning. When everybody was awakened at five o'clock by the noise made upon the removal of the mail-bags, there was heard a cheerless dribbling and pattering overhead, which led one to wait still further until the rain should cease. At length the steward said the last boat was going ashore, and receiving half a crown for his own service (which was the regular tariff), intimated likewise that it was the custom for gentlemen to compliment the stewardess with a shilling, which ceremony was also complied with. No doubt she is an amiable woman, and deserves any sum of money. As for inquiring whether she merited it or not in this instance, that surely is quite unfair. A traveller who stops to inquire the deserts of every individual claimant of a shilling on his road, had best stay quiet at home. If we only got what we deserved — heaven save us ! — many of us might whistle for a dinner. A long pier, with a steamer or two at hand, and a few small vessels lying on either side of the jetty ; a town irregu- larly built, with many handsome terraces, some churches, and showy-looking hotels ; a few people straggling on the beach ; two or three cars at the railroad station, which runs along the shore as far as Dublin ; the sea stretching interminably eastward ; to the north of the Hill of Howth, lying gray behind the mist ; and, directly under his feet, upon the wet, black, shining, slippery deck, an agreeable reflection of his own legs, dis- appearing seemingly in the direction of the cabin from which he issues : are the sights which a traveller may remark on coming on deck at Kingstown pier on a wet morning — let us THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 287 say on an average morning; for according to the statement of well-informed natives, the Irish day is more often rainy than otherwise. A hideous obelisk, stuck upon four fat balls, and surmounted with a crown on a cushion (the latter were no bad emblems perhaps of the monarch in whose honor they were raised), commemorates the sacred spot at which George IV. quitted Ireland. You are landed here from the steamer ; and a carman, who is dawdling in the neighborhood, with a straw in his mouth, comes leisurely up to ask whether you will go to Dublin ? Is it natural indolence, or the effect of despair be- cause of the neighboring railroad, which renders him so indif- ferent? He does not even take the straw out of his mouth as he proposes the question — he seems quite careless as to the answer. He said he would take me to Dublin " in three quarthers," as soon as we began a parley. As to the fare, he would not hear of it — he said he would leave it to my honor ; he would take me for nothing. Was it possible to refuse such a genteel offer ? The times are very much changed since those described by the facetious Jack Hinton, when the carmen tossed up for the passenger, and those who won him took him ; for the remaining cars on the stand did not seem to take the least interest in the bargain, or to offer to overdrive or underbid their comrade in any way. Before that day, so memorable for joy and sorrow, for rapture at receiving its monarch and tearful grief at losing him, when George IV. came and left the maritime resort of the citi- zens of Dublin, it bore a less genteel name than that which it owns at present, and was called Dunleary. After that glorious event Dunleary disdained to be Dunleary any longer, and became Kingstown henceforward and forever. Numerous ter- races and pleasure-houses have been built in the place — they stietch row after row along the banks of the sea, and rise one above another on the hill. The rents of these houses are said to be very high ; the Dublin citizens crowd into them in sum- mer ; and a great source of pleasure and comfort must it be to them to have the fresh sea-breezes and prospects so near to the metropolis. The better sort of houses are handsome and spacious ; but the fashionable quarter is yet in an unfinished state, for enter- prising architects are always beginning new roads, rows and terraces : nor are those already built by any means complete. Beside the aristocratic part of the town is a commercial one, and nearer to Dublin stretch lines of low cottages which have 288 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. not a Kingstown look at all, but are evidently of the Dunleary period. It is quite curious to see in the streets where the shops are, how often the painter of the signboards begins with big letters, and ends, for want of space, with small ; and the- English- man accustomed to the thriving neatness and regularity which characterize towns great and small in his own country, can't fail to notice the differerice here. The houses have a battered, rakish look, and seem going to ruin before their time. As sea- men of all nations come hither who have made no vow of temperance, there are plenty of liquor shops still, and shabby cigar shojDS, and shabby milliners' and tailors' with fly-blown prints of old fashions. The bakers and apothecaries make a great brag of their calling, and you see medical hall, or pub- lic BAKERY, BALLYRAGGET FLOUR STORE (or whatever the name may be), pompously inscribed over very humble tenements. Some comfortable grocers' and butchers' shops, and numbers of shabby sauntering people, the younger part of whom are barelegged and bareheaded, make up the rest of the picture which the stranger sees as his car goes jingling through the street. After the town come the suburbs of pleasure-houses ; low, one-storied cottages for the most part : some neat and fresh, some that have passed away from the genteel state altogether, and exhibit downright poverty ; some in a state of transition, with broken windows and pretty romantic names upon tumble- down gates. Who lives in them ? One fancies that the chairs and tables inside are broken, that the teapot on the break- fast-table has no spout, and the table-cloth is ragged and sloppy ; that the lady of the house is in dubious curl-papers, and the gentleman, with an imperial to his chin, wears a flaring dressing- gown all ragged at the elbows. To be sure, a traveller who in ten minutes can see not only the outsides of houses, but the interiors of the same, must have remarkably keen sight ; and it is early yet to speculate. It is clear, however, that these are pleasure-houses for a certain class ; and looking at the houses, one can't but fancy the inhabitants resemble them somewhat. The car, on its road to Dublin, passes by numbers of these — by more shabbiness than a Lon- doner will see in the course of his home peregrinations for a year. The capabilities of the country, however, are very great, and in many instances have been taken advantage of: for you see, besides the misery, numerous handsome houses and parks along the road, having fine lawns and woods ; and the sea is in THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 289 our view at a quarter of an hour's ride from Dublin. It is the continual appearance of this sort of wealth wJiich makes the poverty more striking : and thus between the two (for there is no vacant space of fields between Kingstown and Dublin) the car reaches the city. There is but little commerce on this road, which was also in extremely bad repair. It is neglected for the sake of its thriving neighbor the railroad ; on which a dozen pretty little stations accommodate the inhabitants of the various villages through which we pass. 'llie entrance to the capital is very handsome. There is no bustle and throng of carriages, as in London ; but you pass by numerous rows of neat houses, fronted with gardens and adorned with all sorts of gay-looking creepers. Pretty market- gardens, with trim beds of plants and shining glass-houses, give the suburbs a riante and cheerful look \ and, passing under the arch of the railway, we are in the city itself. Hence you come upon several old-fashioned, well-built, airy, stately streets, and through Fitzwilliam Square, a noble place, the garden of which is full of flowers and foliage. The leaves are green, and not tlack as in similar places in London ; the red brick houses tall and handsome. Presently the car stops before an extremely big red house, in that extremely large square, Stephen's Green, where Mr. O'Connell says there is one day or other to be a Parliament. There is room enough for that, or for any other edifice which fancy or patriotism may have a mind to erect, for part of one of the sides of the square is not yet built, and you see the fields and the country beyond. This then is the chief city of the aliens. — The hotel to which I had been directed is a respectable old edifice, much fre- quented by families from the country, and where the solitary traveller may likewise find society : for he may either use the " Shelburne " as an hotel or a boarding-house, in which latter case he is comfortably accommodated at the very moderate daily charge of six-and-eightpence. For this charge a copious breakfast is provided for him in the coffee-room, a perpetual luncheon is likewise there spread, a plentiful dinner is ready at six o'clock : after which there is a drawing-room and a rubber of whist, with tay and coffee and cakes in plenty to satisfy the largest appetite. The hotel is majestically conducted by clerks and other officers ; the landlord himself does not appear, after the honest, comfortable English fashion, but lives in a private 19 290 inn. iKi^yM o>yiZsyc// jtsuuA. mansion hard by, where his name may be read inscribed on a brass-plate, like that of any other private gentleman. A woman melodiously crying " Dublin Bay herrings " passed just as we came up to the door, and as that fish is famous throughout Europe, I seized the earliest opportunity and ordered a broiled one for breakfast. It merits all its reputation : and in this respect I should think the Bay of Dublin is far superior to its rival of Naples. Are there any herrings in Naples Bay 1 Dolphins there may be; and Mount Vesuvius, to be sure, is bigger than even the Hill of Howth ; but a dolphin is better in a sonnet than at a breakfast, and what poet is there that, at certain periods of the day, would hesitate in his choice between the two 1 With this famous broiled herring the morning papers are served up ; and a great part of these, too, gives opportunity of reflection to the new-comer, and shows him how different this country is from his own. Some hundred years hence, when students want to inform themselves of the history of the present day, and refer to files of Times and Chronicle for the purpose, I think it is possible that they will consult, not so much those luminous and philosophical leading-articles which call our at- tention at present both by the majesty of their eloquence and the largeness of their type, but that they will turn to those parts of the journals into which information is squeezed in the small- est possible print : to the advertisements, namely, the law and police reports, and to the instructive narratives supplied by that ill-used body of men who transcribe knowledge at the rate of a penny a line. The papers before me {The Morning Register^ Liberal and Roman Catholic, Saimderis News-Letter^ neutral and Conser- vative,) give a lively picture of the movement of city and coun- try on this present fourth day of July, 1842, and the English- man can scarcely fail, as he reads them, to note many small points of difference existing between his own country and this. How do the Irish amuse themselves in the capital } The love for thea,trical exhibitions is evidently not very great. Theatre Royal^Miss Kemble and the Sonnambula, an Anglo-Italian importation. Theatre Royal, Abbey Street — The Temple of Magic and the Wizard, last week. Adelphi Theatre, Great Brunswick Street — The Original Seven Lancashire Bell-ringers : a delicious excitement indeed ! Portobello Gardens — " The LAST ERUPTION BUT SIX," says the advertisement in capitals. And, finally, *' Miss Hayes will give her first and farewell concert at the Rotunda, previous to leaving her native country.*' Only THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 291 one instance of Irish talent do we read of, and that, in a despond- ing tone, announces its intention of quitting its native country. All ihe rest of the pleasures of the evening are importations from cockney-land. The Sonnambula from Covent Garden, the Wizard from the Strand, the seven Lancashire Bell-ringers from Islington, or the City Road, no doubt ; and so for " The last Eruption but Six," it has erumped near the " Elephant and Castle" any time these two years, until the cockneys would wonder at it no longer. The commercial advertisements are but few — a few horses and cars for sale ; some flaming announcements of insurance companies; some "emporiums" of Scotch tweeds and English broadcloths ; an auction for damaged sugar ; and an estate or two for sale. They lie in the columns languidly, and at their ease as it were : how different from the throng, and squeeze and bustle of the commercial part of a London paper, where every man (except Mr, George Robins) states his case as briefly as possible, because thousands more are to be heard besides himself, and as if he had no time for talking ! The most active advertisers are the schoolmasters. It is now the happy time of the Midsummer holidays ; and the pedagogues make wonderful attempts to encourage parents, and to attract fresh pupils for the ensuing half-year. Of all these announcements that of Madame Shanahan (a delightful name) is perhaps the most brilliant. " To Parents and Guar- dians. — Paris. — Such parents and guardians as may wish to entrust their children for education in its fullest extent to Madame Shanahan, ca7i have the advantage of being conducted to Paris by her brother, the Rev. J. P. O'Reilly, of Church Street Chapel : " which admirable arrangement carries the parents to Paris and leaves the children in Dublin. Ah, Madame, you may take a French title ; but your heart is still in your country, and you are to ihe. fullest extent an Irishwoman still ! Fond legends are to be found in Irish books regarding places where you may now see a round tower and a little old chapel, twelve feet square, where famous universities are once said to have stood, and which have accommodated myriads of students. Mrs. Hall mentions Glendalough, in Wicklow, as one of these places of learning ; nor can the fact be questioned, as the universities existed hundreds of years since, and no sort of records are left regarding them. A century hence some antiquary may light upon a Dublin paper, and from marvellous calculations regarding the state of education in the country. 2^2 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. For instance, at Bective House Seminary, conducted by Dr. J. L. Burke, ex-Scholar T.C.D., no less than tivo hundred and three young gentlemen took prizes at the Midsummer examina'tion : nay, some of the most meritorious carried off a dozen premiums apiece. A Dr. Delamere, ex-Scholar T.C.D., distributed three hundred and twenty rewards to his young friends : and if \ve allow that one lad in twenty is a prizeman, it is clear that there must be six thousand four hundred and forty youths under the Doctor's care. Other schools are advertised in the same journals, each with its hundred of prize-bearers ; and if other schools are ad- vertised, how many more must there be in the country which are not advertised ! There must be hundreds of thousands of prizemen, millions of scholars ; besides national-schools, hedge- schools, infant-schools, and the like. The English reader will see the accuracy of the calculation. In the Mornifig Register^ the Englishman will find something to the full as curious and startling to him : you read gravely in the English language how the Bishop of Aureliopolis has just been consecrated ; and that the distinction has been con- ferred upon him by — the Holy Pontiff ! — the Pope of Rome, by all that is holy ! Such an announcement sounds quite strange in English^ and in your own country, as it were : or isn't it your own country ? Suppose the Archbishop of Canterbury were to send over a clergyman to Rome, and consecrate him Bishop of the Palatine or the Suburra, I wonder how his Ho- liness would like that ? There is a report of Dr. Miley's sermon upon the occasion of the new bishop's consecration ; and the Register happily lauds the discourse for its " refined and fervent eloquence." The Doctor salutes the Lord Bishop of Aureliopolis on his admission among the " Princes of the Sanctuary," gives a blow en passa?it at the Established Church, whereof the revenues, he elegantly says, " might excite the zeal of Dives or P^picurus to become a bishop," and having vented his sly wrath upon the " courtly artifice and intrigue " of the Bench, proceeds to make the most outrageous comparisons with regard to my Lord of Aureliopolis ; his virtues, his sincerity, and the severe privations and persecutions which acceptance of the episcopal office entails upon him. "That very evening," says the ^^^/i-/<^r, "the new bishop entertained at dinner, in the chapel-house, a select number of friends ; amongst whom were the officiating prelates and clergymen who assisted in the ceremonies of the day. The THE IRJSH SKETCH BOOK. 293 repast was provided by Mr. Jude, of Grafton Street, and was served up in a style of elegance and comfort that did great honor to that gentleman's character as a restaurateur. The wines were of the richest and rarest quality. It may be truly said to have been an entertainment where the feast of reason and the flow of soul predominated. The company broke up at nine." And so my lord is scarcely out of chapel but his privations begin ! Well. Let us hope that, in the course of his episco- pacy, he may incur no greater hardships, and that Dr. Miley may come to be a bishop too in his time ; when perhaps he will have a better opinion of the Bench. The ceremony and feelings described are curious, 1 think ; and more so perhaps to a person who was in England only yesterday, and quitted it just as their Graces, Lordships, and Reverences were sitting down to dinner. Among what new sights, ideas, customs, does the English traveller find himself after that brief six-hours' journey from Holyhead ! There is but one part more in the papers to be looked at ; and that is the most painful in all. In the law-reports of the Tipperary special commission sitting at Clonmel, you read that Patrick Byrne is brought up for sentence, for the murder of Robert Hall, Esq. : and Chief Justice Doherty says, " Patrick Byrne, I will not now recapitulate the circumstances of your enormous crime, but guilty as you are of the barbarity of hav- ing perpetrated with your hand the foul murder of an unoffend- ing old man — barbarous, cowardh^ and cruel as that act was — there lives one more guilty man, and that is he whose diaboli- cal mind hatched the foul conspiracy of which you were but the instrument and the perpetrator. Whoever that may be, I do not envy him his protracted existence. He has sent that aged gentleman, without one moment's warning, to face his God ; but he has done more : he has brought you, unhappy man, with more deliberation and more cruelty, to face your G©d, with the zveight of that man^ s blood upon you. I have now only to pro- nounce the sentence of the law : " — it is the usual sentence, with the usual prayer of the judge, that the Lord may have mercy upon the convict's soul. Timothy Woods, a young man of twenty years of age, is then tried for the murder of Michael Laffan. The Attorney- General states the case : — On the 19th of May last, two assas- sins dragged Laffan from the house of Patrick Cummins, fired a pistol-shot at him, and left him dead as they thought. Laffan, though mortdly wounded, crawled away after the fall ; when 2^4 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. the assassins, still seeing him give signs of life, rushed aftei him, fractured his scull by blows of a pistol, and left him on a dunghill dead. There Laffan's body lay for several hours, and nobody dared to touch it. Laffan's widow found the body there two hours after the murder, and an inquest was held on the body as it lay on the dunghill. Lafian was driver on the lands of Kilnertin, which were formerly held by Pat Cummins, the man who had the charge of the lands before Laff^an was murdered; the latter was dragged out of Cummins's house in the presence of a witness who refused to swear to the murderers, and was shot in sight of another witness, James Meara, who with other men was on the road : when asked whether he cried out, or whether he went to assist the deceased, Meara answers, ^'' Indeed I did not ; we would not interfere — // 7vas no business of ours / " Six more mstances are given of attempts to murder ; on which the judge, in passing sentence, comments in the follow- ing way : — " The Lord Chief Justice addressed the several persons, and said — It was now his painful duty to pronounce upon them severally and respectively the punishment which the law and the court awarded against them for the crimes of which they had been convicted. Those crimes were one and all of them of no ordinary enormity — they were crimes which, in point of morals, involved the atrocious guilt of murder ; and if it had pleased God to spare their souls from the pollution of that offence, the court could not still shut its eyes to the fact, that although death had not ensued in con- sequence of the crimes of which they had been found guilty, yet it was not owing to their forbearance that such a dreadful crime had not been perpetrated. The prisoner, Michael Hughes, had been convicted of firing a gun at a person of the name of John Ryan (Luke) ; his horse had been killed, and no one could say that the balls were not intended for the prosecutor himself. The prisoner had fired one shot himself and then called on his companion in guilt to discharge another. One of these shots killed Ryan's mare, and it was by the mercy of God that the life of the prisoner had not become forfeited by his own act. The next culprit was John Pound, who was equally guilty of the intended outrage perpetrated on the life of an unoffend- ing individual — that individual a female, surrounded by her little children, five or six in number — with a complete careless- ness to the probable consequences, while she and her family were going, or had gone, to bed. The contents of a gun were discharged through the door, which entered the panel in three 7 ///; IRISH SA'E Ti '// B OOK. 20 5 different places. The deaths resulting from this act might have been extensive, but it was not a matter of any moment how many were deprived of life. The woman had just risen from her prayers, preparing herself to sleep under the protection of that arm which would shield the child and protect the innocent, when she was wounded. As to Cornelius Flynn and Patrick Dwyer, they likewise were the subjects of similar imputations and similar observations. There was a very slight difference between them, but not such as to amount to any real distinction. They had gone upon a common, illegal purpose, to the house of a respectable individual, for the purpose of interfering with the domestic arrangements he thought fit to make. They had no sort of right to interfere with the disposition of a man's affairs ; and what would be the consequences if the reverse were to be held ? No imputation had ever been made upon the gentleman whose house was visited, but he was desired to dis- miss another, under the pains and penalties of death, although that other was not a retained servant, but a friend who had come to Mr. Hogan on a visit. Because this visitor used some- times to inspect the men at work, the lawless edict issued that he should be put away. Good God ! to what extent did the prisoners and such misguided men intend to carry out their ob- jects ? Where was their dictation to cease ? are they, and those in a similar rank, to take upon themselves to regulate how many and what men a farmer should take into his employment ? Were they to be the judges whether a servant had discharged his duty to his principal t or was it because a visitor happened to come, that the host should turn him away, under the pains and penalties of death } His lordship, after adverting to the guilt of the prisoners in this case — the last two persons con- victed, Thos. Stapleton and Thos. Gleeson — said their case was so recently before the public, that it was sufficient to say they were morally guilty of what might be considered wilful and deliberate murder. Murder was most awful, because it could only be suggested by deliberate malice, and the act of the prisoners was the result of that base, malicious, and diabolical disposition. What was the cause of resentment against the un- fortunate man who had been shot at, and so desperately wound- ed ? Why, he had dared to comply with the wishes of a just landlord ; and because the landlord, for the benefit of his ten- antry, proposed that the farms should be squared, those who acquiesced in his wishes were to be equally the victims of the assassin. What were the facts in this case ? The two prisoners at the bar, Stapleton and Gleeson, sprung out at the man as he 296 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. was leaving work, placed him on his knees, and without giving him a moment of preparation, commenced the work of blood, intending deliberately to despatch that unprepared and unoffend^ ing individual to eternity. What country was it that thfey lived in, in which such crimes could be perpetrated in the open light of day ? It was not necessary that deeds of darkness should be shrouded in the clouds of night, for the darkness of the deeds themselves was considered a sufiicient protection. He (the Chief Justice) was not aware of any solitary instance at the present commission, to show that the crimes committed were the consequences of poverty. Poverty should be no justifica- tion, however ; it might be some little palliation, but on no trial at this commission did it appear that the crime could be attrib- uted to distress. His lordship concluded a most impressive address, by sentencing the six prisoners called up to transporta- tion for life. " The clock was near midnight as the court was cleared, and the whole of the proceedings were solemn and impressive in the extreme. The commission is likely to prove extremely ben- eficial in its results on the future tranquillity of the country." ^ I confess, for my part, to that common cant and sickly sen- timentality, which, thank God ! is felt by a great number of people nowadays, and which leads them to revolt against mur- der, whether performed by a ruffian's knife or a hangman's rope : whether accompanied with a curse from the thief as he blows his victim's brains out, or a prayer from my lord on the bench in his wig and black cap. Nay, is all the cant and sickly sentimentality on our side, and might not some such charge be applied to the admirers of the good old fashion ? Long ere this is printed, for instance, Byrne and Woods have been hanged : * sent " to face their God," as the Chief Justice says, "with the weight of their victim's blood upon them," — a just observation ; and remember that it is we who send tJicm. It is true that the judge hopes Heaven will have mercy upon their souls ; but are such recommendations of particular weight because they ^ome from the bench ? Psha ! If we go on killing people without giving them time to repent, let us at least give up the cant of praying for their souls' salvation. We find a man drowning in a well, shut tlie lid upon him, and heartily pray that lie may get out. Sin has hold of him, as the two ruffians of Laffan yon- der, and we stand aloof, and hope that he may escape. Tet us *The two men were executed pursuant to sentence, and both ]")ersisted solemuiy in deny- ing their guilt. Tlierc can be no doubt of it ; but it ajipears to be a point of liov.or wiii: these unhappy men to make no statement wliicli may incriminate the witnesses who appeare.' «n their beliaif and on their part perjured themselves equailyi THE TRISlf SKETCH BOOK. 297 give up this ceremony of condolence, and be honest, like the witness, and say, " Let him save himself or not, it's no business of ours." * * * Here a waiter, with a very broad, though insinuating accent says, " Have you done with the Sandthers^ sir ? there's a gentleman waiting for't these two hours." And so he- carries off that strange picture of pleasure and pain, trade, theatres, schools, courts, churches, life and death, in Ireland, which a man may buy for a fourpenny-piece. The papers being read, it became my duty to discover the town ; and a handsomer town, with fewer people in it, it is im- possible to see on a summer's day. In the whole wide square of Stephen's Green, I think there were not more than two nursery-maids to keep company with the statue of George I., who rides on horseback in the middle of the garden, the horse having his foot up to trot, as if he wanted to go out of town .too. Small troops of dirty children (too poor and dirty to have lodg- ings at Kingstown) were squatting here and there upon the sunshiny steps, the only clients at the thresholds of the pro- fessional gentlemen whose names figure on brass-plates on the doors. A stand of lazy carmen, a policeman or two with clink- ing boot-heels, a couple of moaning beggars leaning against the rails and calling upon the Lord, and a fellow with a toy and book stall, where the lives of St. Patrick, Robert Emmett, and Lord Edward Fitzgerald may be bought for double their value, were all the population of the Green, At the door of the Kildare Street Club, I saw eight gentle- men looking at tw^o boys playing at leapfrog : at the door of the University six lazy porters, in jockey-caps, were sunning themselves on a bench — a sort of blue-bottle race; and the Bank on the opposite side did not look as if sixpence-worth of change had been negotiated there during the day. There was a lad pretending to sell umbrellas under the colonnade, almost the only instance of trade going on ; and I began to think of Juan Fernandez, or Cambridge in the long vacation. In the courts of the College, scarce the ghost of a gyp or the shadovv of abed-maker. In spite of the solitude, the square of the College is a fine sight : a large ground, surrounded by buildings of various ages and styles, but comfortable, handsome, and in good repair ; a modern row of rooms ; a row that has been Elizabethan once ; a hall and senate-house, facing each other, of the style of George 298 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. I. ; and a noble library, with a range of many windows, and a fine manly, simple fagade of cut stone. The library was shut. The librarian, I suppose, is at the sea-side ; and the only part of the establishment which I could see Aras the museum, to which one of the jockey-capped porters conducted me, up a wide, dismal staircase, (adorned with an old pair of jack-boots, a dusty canoe or two, a few helmets, and a South Sea Islander's armor,) which passes through a hall hung round with cobwebs (with which the blue-bottles are too wise to meddle), into an old mouldy room, filled with dingy glass-cases, under which the articles of curiosity or science were partially visible. In the middle was a very seedy camelopard (the word has grown to be English by this time), the straw splitting through his tight old skin and the black cobbler's-wax stuffing the dim orifices of his eyes. Other beasts formed a pleasing group around him, not so tall, but equally mouldy and old. The porter took me round to the cases, and told me a great number of fibs concerning their contents : there was the harp of Brian Borou, and the sword of some one else, and other cheap old gimcracks with their corollary of lies. The place would have been a disgrace to Don Saltero. I was quite glad to walk out of it, and down the dirty staircase again : about the ornaments of which the jockey-capped gyp had more figments to tell ; an atrocious one (I forget what) relative to the pair of boots ; near which — a fine specimen of collegiate ta^te — were the shoes of Mr. O'Brien, the Irish giant. If the collection is worth preserving, — and indeed the mineralogical specimens look quite as awful as those in the British Museum, — one thing is clear, that the rooms are worth sweeping. A pail of water costs nothing, a scrubbing- brush not much, and a charwoman might be hired for a trifle, to keep the room in a decent state of cleanliness. Among the curiosities is a mask of the Dean — not the scoffer and giber, not the fiery politician, nor the courtier of St. John and Harley, equally ready with servility and scorn ; but the poor old man, whose great intellect had deserted him, and who died old, wild, and sad. The tall forehead is fallen away in a ruin, the mouth has settled in a hideous, vacant smile. Well, ~it was a mercy for Stella that she died first ; it was better that she should be killed by his unkindness than by the sight of his misery ; which, to such a gentle heart as that, would have been harder still to bear. The Bank, and other public buildings of Dublin, are justly famous. In the former may still be seen the room which was the House of Lord^, formerlv, and wliere the Bank directors THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 299 now sit, under a clean marble image of George III. The House of Commons has disappeared, for the accommodation of clerks and cashiers. The interior is light, splendid, airy, well- furnished, and the outside of the building not less so. The Exchange, hard by, is an equally magnificent structure ; but the genius of commerce has deserted it, for all its architectural beauty. There was nobody inside when I entered but a pert statue of George III. in a Roman toga, simpering and turning out his toes ; and two dirty children playing, whose hoopsticks caused great clattering echoes under the vacant sounding dome. The neighborhood is not cheerful, and has a dingy, poverty- stricken look. Walking towards the river, you have on either side of you, at Carlisle Bridge, a ver}^ brilliant and beautiful prospect : the Four Courts and their dome to the left, the Custom House and its dome to the right ; and in this direction seaward, a consid- erable number of vessels are moored, and the quays are black and busy with the cargoes discharged from ships. Seamen cheering, herring-women bawling, coal-carts loading — the scene is animated and lively. Yonder is the famous Corn Exchange ; but the Lord Mayor is attending to his duties in Parliament, and little of note is going on. I had just passed his lordship's mansion in Dawson Street, — a queer old dirty brick-house, with dumpy urns at each extremity, and looking as if a storey of it had been cut off — a rasee-house. Close at hand, and peering over a paling, is a statue of our blessed sovereign George II. How absurd these pompous images look, of de- funct majesties, for whom no breathing soul cares a halfpenny! It is not so with the efiigy of William III., who has done some- thing to merit a statue. At this minute the Lord Mayor has William's effigy under a canvas, and is painting him of a bright green, picked out with yellow — his lordship's own livery. The view along the quays to the four Courts has no small resemblance to a view along the quays at Paris, though not so lively as are even those quiet walks. The vessels do not come above-bridge, and the marine population remains constant about them, and about numerous dirty liquor-shops, eating-houses, and marine-store establishments, which are kept for their ac- commodation along the quay. As far as you can see, the shin- ing Liffey flows away eastward, hastening (like the rest of the inhabitants of Dublin) to the sea. In front of Carlisle Bridge, and not in the least crowded, though in the midst of Sackville Street, stands Nelson upon a stone-pillar. The Post Office is on his right hand (^only it is 3CO THE IRISH .:^; KETCH BOOK. cut off) ; and on his left, " Gresham's " and the '* Imperial Hotel." Of the latter let me say (from subsequent experience) that it is ornamented by a cook who could dress a dinner by the side of M. Borel or M, Soyer. Would there were more such artists in this ill-fated country ! The street is exceedingly broad and handsome ; the shops at the commencement, rich and spacious ; but in Upper Sackville Street, which closes with the pretty building and gardens of the Rotunda, the appear- ance of wealth begins to fade somewhat, and the houses look, as if they had seen better days. Even in this, the great street i of the town, there is scarcely any one, and it is as vacant and! listless as Pall Mall in October. In one of the streets oil Sack-j ville Street, is the house and exhibition of the Irish Academy,! which I went to see, as it was positively to close at the end of i the week. While I was there, two othe?- people came in; audi we had, besides, the money-taker and a porter, to whom the former was reading out of a newspaper, those Tipperary murders' which were mentioned in a former page. The echo took up the theme, and hummed it gloomily through the vacant place. The drawings and reputation of Mr. Burton are well known in England : his pieces were the most admired in the collec- tion. The best draughtsman is an imitator of Maclise, Mr. Bridgeman, whose pictures are full of vigorous drawing, and remarkable too for their grace, I gave my catalogue to the two young ladies before mentioned, and have forgotten tha names of other artists of merit, whose works decked the walls of the little gallery. Here, as in London, the Art Union is' making a stir ; and several of the pieces were marked as thej property of members of that body. The possession of some ofi' these one would not be inclined to covet ; but it is pleasant to! see that people begin to buy pictures at all, and there will be no lack of artists presently, in a country where nature is so beautiful, and genius so plenty. In speaking of the fine arts and views of Dublin, it may be said that Mr. Petrie's designs •for Curry's Guide-book of the City are exceedingly beautiful, and, above all, frustivorthy : no common quality in a descriptive artist at present, Plaving a couple of letters of introduction to leave, I had the pleasure to find the blinds down at one house, and the window in papers at another ; and at each place the knock waj: answered in that leisurely way, by one of those dingy female lieutenants who have no need to tell you that families are oul of town. So the solitude became very painful, and I thought 1 would go back and talk to the waiter at the " Shelburne," the THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. 3 © i only man in the whole kingdom that I knew, I had been ac- commodated with a queer little room, and dressing-room on the ground floor, looking towards the Green : a black-faced, good- humored chambermaid had promised to perform a deal of scouring which was evidently necessary, (a fact she might have observed for six months back, only she is no doubt of an absent turn,) and when I came back from the walk, I saw the little room was evidently enjoying itself in the sunshine, for it liad opened its window, and was taking a breath of fresh air, as it looked out upon the Green. As I came up to it in the street, its appearance made me burst out laughing, very much to the surprise of a ragged cluster of idlers lolling upon the steps next door. You don't see such windows commonly in respectable English inns — windows leaning gracefully upon hearth-brooms for support. Look out of that window without the hearth-broom and it would cut your head off : how the beggars would start that are always sitting on the steps next door ! Is it prejudice that makes one prefer the English window, that relies on its own ropes and ballast (or lead if you like), and does not need to be propped by any foreign aid .? or is this only a solitary instance of the kind, and are there no other specimens in Ireland of the careless, dangerous, extravagant hearth-broom system 1 In the midst of these reflections (which might have been carried much farther, for a person with an allegorical turn might examine the entire country through this window), a most wonderful cab, with an immense prancing cab-horse, was seen to stop at the door of the hotel, and Pat the waiter tumbling into the room swiftly with a card in his hand, says, " Sir, the gentleman of this card is waiting for you at the door." M071 dieu r^ it was an invitation to dinner ! and I almost leapt into the arms of the man in the cab — so delightful was it to find a friend in the place where, a jnoment before, I had been as lonely as Robinson Crusoe. The only drawback, perhaps, to pure happiness, when riding in such a gorgeous equipage as this, was that we could not drive up Regent Street, and meet a few creditors, or acquaint- ances at least. However, Pat, I thought, was exceedingly awe-stricken by my disappearance in this vehicle ; which had evidently, too, a considerable effect upon some other waiters iit the " Shelburne," with wh®m I was not as yet so familiar. The mouldy camelopard at the Trinity College " Musayum " was scarcely taller than the bay-horse in the cab ; the groom behind was of a corresponding smallness. The cab was of a 302 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. lovely olive-green, picked out with white, high on high springs and enormous wheels, which, big as they were, scarcely seemed to touch the earth. The little tiger swung gracefully up and down, holding on by the hood, which was of the material of which the most precious and polished boots are made. As for the lining — but here we come too near the sanctity of private life ; suffice that there was a kind friend inside, who (though by no means of the fairy sort) was as welcome as any fairy in the finest chariot. W had seen me landing from the packet that morning, and was the very man who in London, a month previous, had recommended me to the " Shelburne." These facts are not of much consequence to the public, to be surei| except that an explanation was necessary of the miraculous ap- pearance of the cab and horse. Our course, as may be imagined, was towards the sea-side ; for whither else should an Irishman at this season go ? Not far from Kingstown is a house devoted to the purpose of fes- tivity : it is called Salt Hill, stands upon a rising ground, com- manding a fine view of the bay and the railroad, and is kept by persons bearing the celebrated name of Lovegrove. It is in fact a sea-Greenwich, and though there are no marine white- bait, other fishes are to be had in plenty, and especially the famous Bray trout, which does not ill deserve its reputation. Here we met three young men, who may be called by the names of their several counties — Mr. Galway, Mr. Roscommon, and Mr. Clare ; and it seemed that I was to complain of soli- tude no longer : for one straightway invited me to his county, where was the finest salmon-fishing in the world ; another said he would drive me through the county Kerry in his four-jn- hand drag ; and the third had some propositions of sport equally hospitable. As for going down to some races, on the Curragh of Kildare I think, which were to be held on the next and the three following days, there seemed to be no question about that. That a man should miss a race within forty miles, seemed to be a point never contemplated by those jovial sport- ing fellows. Strolling about in the neighborhood before dinner, we went down to the sea-shore, and to some caves which had lately been discovered there ; and two Irish ladies, who were standing at the entrance of one of them, permitted me to take their por- traits. They said they had not acquiesced in the general Temper- ance movement that had taken place throughout the country ; and, indeed, if the truth must be known, it was only under THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 303 promise of a glass of whiskey apiece that their modesty could be so far ov^ercome as to permit them to sit for their portraits. By the time they were done, a crowd of both sexes had gathered round, and expressed themselves quite ready to sit upon the same terms. But though there was great variety in their coun- tenances, there was not much beauty ; and besides, dinner was by this time ready, which has at certain periods a charm even greater than art. The bay, which had been veiled in mist and gray in the morning, was now shining under the most beautiful clear sky, which presently became rich with a thousand gorgeous hues of sunset. The view was as smiling and delightful a one as can be conceived, — just such a one as should be seen a travers a good dinner ; with no fatiguing sublimity or awful beauty in it, but brisk, brilliant, sunny, enlivening. In fact, in placing his banqueting-house here, Mr. Lovegrove had, as usual, a brilliant idea. You must not have too much view, or a severe one, to give a relish to a good dinner ; nor too much music, nor too quick, nor too slow, nor too loud. Any reader who has dined at a table-d'hbte in Germany will know the annoyance of this : a set of musicians immediately at your back will sometimes play you a melancholy polonaise ; and a man with a good ear must perforce eat in time, and your soup is quite cold before it is swallowed. Then, all of a sudden, crash goes a brisk gallop ! and you are obliged to gulp your victuals at the rate of ten miles an hour. And in respect of conversation during a good dinner, the same rules of propriety should be consulted. Deep and sublime talk is as improper as sublime prospects. Dante and champagne (I was going to say Milton and oysters, but that is a pun) are quite unfit themes of dinner-talk. Let it be light, brisk, not oppressive to the brain. Our conversation was, I recollect, just the thing. We talked about the last Derby the whole time, and the state of the odds for the St. Leger ; nor was the Ascot Cup forgotten ; and a bet or two was gayly booked. Meanwhile the sky, which had been blue and then red, assumed, towards the horizon, as the red was sinking under it, a gentle, delicate cast of green. Howth Hill became of a darker purple, and the sails of the boats rather dim. The sea grew deeper and deeper in color. The lamps at the railroad dotted the line with fire ; and the light-houses of the bay began to flame. The trains to and from the city rushed flashing and hissing by. In a word, everybody said it was time to light a 304 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. cigar ; which was done, the conversation about the Derby still continuing. *' Put out that candle," said Roscommon to Clare. This the latter instantly did by flinging the taper out of the window upon the lawn, which is a thoroughfare ; and where a great laugh arose among half a score of beggar-boys, who had been under the window for some time past, repeatedly requesting the company to throw out sixpence between them. Two other sporting young fellows had now joined the com- pany; and as by this time claret began to have rather a mawkish taste, whiskey-and-water was ordered, which was drunk upon \hQ perron before the house, whither the whole party adjourned, and where for many hours we delightfully tossed for sixpences — a noble and fascinating sport. Nor would these remarkable events have been narrated, had I not received express permis- sion from the gentlemen of the party to record all that was said and done. Who knows but, a thousand years hence, some antiquary or historian may find a moral in this description of the amusement of the British youth at the present enlightened time. HOT LOBSTER. P.S. — You take a lobster, about three feet long if possible, remove the shell, cut or break the flesh of the fish in pieces not too small. Some one else meanwhile makes a mixture of mustard, vinegar, catsup, and lots of cayenne pepper. You produce a machine called a despatcher^ which has a spirit-lamp under it that is usually illuminated with whiskey. The lobster, the sauce, and near half a pound of butter are placed in the despatcher, which is immediately closed. When boiling, the mixture is stirred up, the lobster being sure to heave about in the pan in a convulsive manner, while it emits a remarkably rich and agreeable odor through the apartment. A glass and a half of sherry is now thrown into the pan, and the contents served out hot, and eaten by the company. Porter is com- monly drunk, and whiskey-punch afterwards, and the dish is fit for an emperor. N.B. — You are recommended not to hurry yourself in getting up the next morning, and may take soda-water with advantage. — Fro bat um est. THE IRfSn SKETCH BOOK. CHAPTER II. A COUNTRY-HOUSE IN KILDARE SKETCHES OF AN IRISH FAMILY AND FARM. It had been settled among my friends, I don't know for what particular reason, that the Agricultural Show at Cork was an exhibition I was specially bound to see. When, therefore, a gentleman to whom I had brought a letter of introduction kindly offered me a seat in his carriage, which was to travel b}- short days' journeys to that city, I took an abrupt farewell of Pat the waiter, and some other friends in Dublin : proposing to renew our acquaintance, however, upon some future day. We started then one fine afternoon on the road from Dub- lin to Naas, which is the main southern road from the capital to Munster, and met, in the course of the ride of a score of miles, a dozen of coaches very heavily loaded, and bringing passengers to the city. The exit from Dublin this way is not much more elegant than the outlet by way of Kingstown : for though the great branches of the city appear flourishing enough as yet, tl>e smaller outer ones are in a sad state of decay. Houses drop off here and there, and dwindle wofully in size ; we are got into the back-premises of the seemingly prosperous place, and it looks miserable, careless, and deserted. We passed through a street which was thriving once, but has fallen since into a sort of decay, to judge outwardly, — St. Thomas' Street. Emmett was hanged in the midst of it. And on pursuing the line of street, and crossing the Great Canal, you come presently to a fine tall square building in the outskirts of the town, which is no more nor less than Kilmainham Jail, or Castle. Poor Emmett is the Irish darling still — his history is on every book- stall in the city, and yonder trim-looking brick jail a spot where Irishmen may go and pray. Many a martyr of theirs has ap- peared and died in front of it, found guilty of "wearing of the green." There must be a fine view from the jail windows, for we presently come to a great stretch of brilUant green country, leaving the Dublin hills lying to the left, picturesque in their outline, and of wonderful color. It seems to me to be quite a different color to that in England — differe^^it-shaped clouds — ' different shadows and lights. The country is well tilled, well 20 3o6 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. peopled ; the hay-harvest on the ground, and the people taking advantage ol the sunshine to gather in it ; but in spite of everything, — green meadows, white villages and sunshine, — the place has a sort of sadness in the look of it. The first town we passed, as appears by reference to the Guide-book, is the little town of Rathcoole ; but in the space or three days Rathcoole has disappeared from my memory, with the exception of a little low building wdiich the village contains, and where are the quarters of the Irish constabulary. Nothing can be finer than the trim, orderly, and soldierlike ap-^ pearance of this splendid corps of men. One has glimpses all along the road of numerous gentle- men's places, looking extensive and prosperous, of a few mills by streams here and there ; but though the streams run still, the mill-wheels are idle for the chief part, and the road passes more than one long low village, looking bare and poor, but neat and whitewashed : it seems as if the inhabitants were de- termined to put a decent look upon their poverty. One or two villages there were evidently appertaining to gentlemen's seats ; these are smart enough, especially that of Johnstown, near Lord's Mayo's fine domain, where the houses are of the Gothic sort, with pretty porches, creepers, and railings. Noble purple hills to the left and right keep \\\y, as it were, an accompani- ment to the road. As for the town of Naas, the first after Dublin that I have seen, what can be said of it but tliat it looks poor, mean, and yet somehow cheerful ? There was a little bustle in the small shops, a few cars were jingling along the broadest street of the town — some sort of dandies and military individuals were lolling about right and left ; and I saw a fine court-house, \ h M-e the assizes of Kildare county are held. But by far the finest, and I think the most extensive edilice in Naas, was a haystack in the inn-yard, the proprietor of which did not fail to make me remark its size and splendor. It was of such dimensions as to strike a cockney with respect and pleasure ; and here standing just as the new crops were com- ing in, told a tale of- opulent thrift and good husbandry. Are there many more such haystacks, I wonder, in Ireland t The crops along the road seemed healthy, though rather light; wheat and oats plenty, and especially flourishing; hay and clover not so good ; and turnips (let the important remark be taken at its full value) almost entirely wanting. The little town, as they call it, of KilcuUen, tumbles down a hill and struggles up another ; the two being here picturesquely THE IRISH SKE 1 1 7/ B OOK. 307 divided by the Liffey, over which goes an antique bridge. It boasts, moreover, of a portion ol an abbey wall, and a piece of round tower, both on the hill summit, and to be seen (says the Guide-book) for many miles round. Here we saw the first public evidences of the distress of the country. There was no trade in the little place, and but few people to be seen, except a crowd round a meal-shop, where meal is distributed once a week by the neighboring gentry. There must have been some hundreds of persons waiting about the doors ; women for the most part : some of their children were to be found loitering about the bridge much farther up the street : but 'Vt was curious to note, amongst these undeniably starving people, how healthy their looks were. Going a little farther we saw women pulling weeds and nettles in the hedges, on which dismal sustenance the poor creatures live, having no bread, no potatoes, no work. Well ! these women did not look thinner or more unhealthy than many a well-fed person; A company of English lawyers, now, look more cadaverous than these starving creatures. Stretching away from Kilcullen bridge, for a couple of miles or more, near the fine house and plantations of the Latouche family, is to be seen a much prettier sight, I think, than the finest park and mansion in the world. This is a tract of exces- sively green land, dotted over with brilliant white cottages, each with its couple of trim acres of garden, where you see thick potato-ridges covered with blossom, great blue plots of comfortable cabbages and such pleasant plants of the poor man's garden. Two or three years since, the land was a marshy common, which had never since the days of the Deluge fed any being bigger than a snipe, and into which the poor people descended, draining and cultivating and rescuing the marsh from the water, and raising their cabins and setting up their little inclosures of two or three acres upon the land which they had thus created. " Many of 'em has passed months in jail for that," said my informant (a groom on the back seat of my host's phaeton) ; for it appears that certain gentlemen in the neighborhood looked upon the titles of these new colonists with some jealousy, and would have been glad to depose them ; but there were some better philosophers among the surrounding gentry, who advised that instead of discouraging the settlers it would be best to help them ; and the consequence has been, that there are now tv/o hundred flourishing little homesteads upon this rescued land, and as many families in comfort and plenty. Just at the confines of this pretty rustic republic, our pleas- 3o8 riiE ij hard at me as I ventured to take a sketch. The figures as I saw them were accurately disposed. The man in the dock, the policeman seated easily above him, the woman looking down from a gallery. The man was ac- cused of stealing a sack of wool, and, having nO counsel, made for himself as adroit a defence as any one of the counsellors (they are without robes or wigs here, by the way,) could have made for him. He had been seen examining a certain sack of wool in a coffee-sb.op at Dungarvan, and next day was caught sight of in VVaterford I^/Iarket, standing under an archway from the rain, with the sack by his side. "Wasn't there twenty other people under the arch ? " said he to a witness, a noble-looking bcautiiul girl — the girl was obliged to ov/n there were. " Did you see me touch the wool, or stand nearer to it than a dozen of the dacent people there ?" anci the girl confessed she had not. " And this it is, my lord," says he to the bench, " they attack me because I am poor and ragged, but they never think of charging the crime on a rich farmer." THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. But alas tor the defence ! another witness saw the pris- oner with his legs around the sack, and being about to charge him with the theft, ihe prisoner fled into the arms of a police- man, to whom his first words were, " I know nothing about the sack." So, as the sack had been stolen, as he had been seen handling it four minutes before it was stolen, and holding it for sale the day after, it was concluded that Patrick Malony had stolen the sack, and he was accommodated with eighteen months accordingly. In another case we had a woman and her child on the table ; and others followed, in the judgment of which it was impossible not to admire the extreme leniency, acuteness, and sensibility of the judge presiding, Chief Justice Pennefather : — the man against whom all the Liberals in Ireland, and every one else who has read his charge too, must be angry, for the ferocity of his charge against a Belfast newspaper editor. It seems as if no parties here will be dispassionate when they get to a party question, and that natural kindness has no claim when Whig and Tory come into collision. The witness is here placed on a table instead of a witness- bo.x ; nor was there much farther peculiarity to remark, except in the dirt of the court, the absence of the barristerial wig and gown, and the great coolness with which a fellow who seemed a sort of clerk, usher, and Irish interpreter to the court, recom- mended a prisoner, who was making rather a long defence, to be quiet. I asked him why the man might not have his say. " Sure," says he, " he's said all he has to say, and there's no use in any more." But there was no use in attempting to con- vince Mr. Usher that the prisoner was best judge on this point : in fact the poor devil shut his mouth at the admonition, and was found guilty with perfect iustice. A considerable poor-house has been erected at Waterford, but the beggars of the place as yet prefer their liberty, and less certain means of gaining support. We asked one who was calling down all the blessings of all the saints and angels upon us, and telling a most piteous tale of poverty, why she did not go to the poor-house. The woman's look at once changed from a sentimental whine to a grin. " Dey owe two hundred pounds at dat house," said she, '• and faith, an honest woman can't go dere." With which wonderful reason ought not the most squeamish to be content ? After describing, as accurately as words may, the features of a landscape, and stating that such _ a mountain was to the THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 327 left, and such a river or town to the right, and putting down the situations and names of the villages, and the bearings of the roads, it has no doubt struck the reader of books of travels that the writer has not given him the slightest idea of the coun- try, and that he would have been just as wise without perusing the letter-press landscape through which he has toiled. It will be as well then, under such circumstances, to spare the public any lengthened description of the road from Watcrford to Dun- garvan ; which was the road we took, followed by benedictions delivered gratis from the beggarhood of the former city. Not very far from it you see the dark plantations of the magnificent: domain of Curraghmore, and pass through acountr}^ blue, hilly, and bare, except where gentlemen's seats appear with, their or> naments of wood. Presently, after leaving Waterford, v/e came to a certain town called Kilmacthomas, of which all the infor- mation I have to give is, that it is situated upon a hill and river, and that you may change horses there. The road was covered with carts of seaweed, which the people were bringing for manure from the shore some four miles distant ; and beyond Kilmacthomas we beheld the Cummeragh Mountains, "often named in maps the Nennavoulagh," either of which names the reader may select at pleasure. Thence we came to " Cushcam," at which village be it known that the turnpike-man kept the drag a very long time waiting. " I think the fellow must be writing a book," said the coachman, with a most severe look of drollery at a cockney tourist, who tried, under the circumstances, to blush, and not to laugh. I wish I could relate or remember half the mad jokes that flew about among the jolly Irish crew on the top of the coach, and v/hich would have made a journey through the Desert jovial, When the 'pike-man had finished his composi- tion (that of a turnpike-ticket, which he had to fill,) we drove; on to Dungarvan \ the two parts of which town, separated by the river Colligan, have been joined by a causeway three hun- dred yards along, and a bridge erected at an enormous outlay by the Duke of Devonshire. In former times, before his Grace spent his eighty thousand pounds upon the causeway, this wide estuary v/as called "Dungarvan Prospect," because the ladies of the country, walking over the river at low water, took off their shoes and stockings (such as had them), and tucking up their clothes, exhibited — what I have never seen, and cannot therefore be expected to describe. A large and handsome Catholic- chapel, a square with some pretensions to regularity of buildihg, a very neat and comfortable inn, and beggars and 228 THE IRISH SHE TCH B O OK. idlers still more numerous than at Waterford, were what we nad leisure to remark in half an hour's stroll through the town. Near the prettily situated village of Cappoquin is the Trappist House of Mount Meilleraie, of which we could only see the pinna- cles. The brethren were presented some years since with a barren mountain, which they have cultivated most successfully. They have among themselves workmen to supply all their frugal wants : ghostly tailors and shoemakers, spiritual gardeners and bakers, working in silence, and serving heaven after their wayc If this reverend communit}-, for fear of the opportunity of sin- ful talk, choose to hold their tongues, the next thing will be to cut them out altogether, and so render the danger impossible : if, being men of education and intelligence, they incline to turn butchers and cobblers, and smother their intellects by base and hard menial labor, who knows but one day a sect may be more pious stil], and rejecting even butchery and bakery as savor- ing too much of worldly convenience and pride, take to a wild- beast life at once ? Let us concede that suffering, and mental and bodily debasement, are the things most agreeable to heaven, and there is no knowing where such piety may stop. I was very glad we had not time to see the grovelling place ; and as for seeing shoes made or fields tilled by reverend amateurs, w^ can find cobblers and ploughboys to do the work better. By the way, the Quakers have set up in Ireland a sort of monkery of their own. Not far from Carlow we met a couple of cars drawn by white horses, and holding white Quakers and Quakeresses, in white hats, clothes, shoes, with wild maniacal- looking faces, bumpi-ng along the road. Let us hope that we may soon get a community of Fakeers and howling Dervishes into the country. It would be a refreshing thing to see such ghostly men in one's travels, standing at the corners of roads and praising the Lord by standing on one leg, or cutting and liacking themselves with knives like the prophets of Baal.. Is it not as pious for a man to deprive himself of his leg as of his tongue, and to disiigure his body with the gashes of a knife, as with the hideous white raiment of the illuminated Quakers ? Wliile these reilections were going on, the beautiful Black- water river suddenly opened before us, and driving along it for three miles through some of the most beautiful, 'i^li country ever seen, we Ciiane to Lismore. Nothing can be certainly more magnificent than this drive. Parks and rocks' covered with the grandest foliage ; rich, liandsome seats of gentlemen^ in the midst of fair lawns and beautiful bright plantations an heart, and some black history to tell. The poor widow's yonder was the only family about which I had a chance of knowing anythuig in this remote place ; na}^ in all Ireland : and God help us, hers was a sad lot ! — A husband gone dead, — an only child gone to juin. It is aw^ul to think that there are eight millions of stories to be told in this Island. Seven wnillion nine hundred and ninet\'-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight more lives that 1, and all brother cockneys, know nothing aboul. Well, please God, they are not all like this. That day, I heard ivwther history. A little old disreputable man in tatters, with a huge steeple of a hat, came shambling down the street, one among the five hundred blackguards there A fellow standing under the " Sun " portico (a sort of swagger ing, chattering, cringing toiitcr^ and master of ceremonies to the gutter.) told us something with regard to the old disrejD- utable man. His son had been hanged the day before at Clou- mel, for one of the Tipperary murders. That blackguard in our eyes instantly looked quite different from all other black- guards : I saw him gesticulating at the corner of a street, and watched him with wonderful interest. The church with the handsome spire, that looks so grace- ful among the trees, is a cathedral church, and one of the neatest kept and prettiest edifices I have seen in Ireland. In the old graveyard Protestants and Catholics lie together — that is, not together ; for each has a side of the ground where they sleep, and, so occupied, do not quarrel. The sun was shining down upon the brilliant grass — and I don't think the shadows of the Protestant graves were any longer or any shorter than those of the Catholics ? Is it the right or the left side of the graveyard which is nearest heaven 1 wonder.? Look, the sun shines upon both alike, " and the blue sky bends over all." Raleigh's house is approached by a grave old avenue, and well-kept wall, such as is rare in this country ; and the court of the castle within has the solid, comfortable, quiet look, equally rare. It is like one of our colleges at Oxford : there is a side of the quadrangle with pretty ivy-covered gables : an- other part of the square is more modern ; and by the main THE IRISH SKETCH BOO FT. 3^ I body of the castle is a small chapel exceedingly picturesque. The interior is neat and in excellent order ; but it was un- luckily done up some thirty years ago (as 1 imagine from the style), before our architects had learned Gothic, and all the ornamental work is consequently quite ugly and out of keeping. The church has probably been arranged by the same hand. In the castle are some plainly-furnished chambers, one or two good pictures, and a couple of oriel windows, the views from which up and down the river are exceedingly lovely. You hear praises of the Duke of Devonshire as a landlord where- ever you go among his vasi estates ; it is a pity that with such a noble residence as this, and witl-^such a wonderful country round about it, his Grace should not inhabit it more. Of the road from Lismore to Fermoy it does not behove me to say much, for a pelting rain came on verj/ soon after we quitted the former place, and accompanied us almost without ceasing to Fermoy. Here we had a glimpse of a bridge across the Blackwater, which we had skirted in our journey from Lis- more. Now enveloped in mist and cloud, now spanned by a rainbow, at another time, basking in sunshine. Nature attired the charming prospect for us in a score of different ways ; and it appeared before us like a coquettish beauty who was trying what dress in her wardrobe might most become her. ,At Fer- moy we saw a vast barrack, and an overgrown inn, where, how- ever, good fare was provided ; and thence hastening came by Rathcormack, and Watergrass Hill, famous for the residence of Father Prout, whom my friend the Rev. Francis Sylvester has made immortal ; from which descending we arrived at the beautiful wooded village of Glanmire, with its mills, and steeples, and streams, and neat school-houses, and pleasant country residences. This brings us down upon the superb stream which leads from the sea to Cork. The view for three miles on both sides is magnificently beautiful. Fine gardens, and parks, and villas cover the shore on each bank ; the river is full of brisk craft, moving to the city or out to sea ; and the city fmely ends the view, rising upon two hills on either side of the stream. I do not knov/ a town to which there is an entrance more beautiful, commodious, and stately. Passing by numberless handsome lodges, and near the city, many terraces in neat order, the road conducts us near a large tract of some hundred acres which have been reclaimed from the sea, and are destined to form a park and pleasure-ground for the citizens of Cork. In the river, and up to riie bridge, 332 THE fJUSH SKETCfl BOOK. some hundreds of ships were lying; and a fleet of steamboats opposite the handsome house of the St. George's Steam-Packet Company. A church stands prettily on the hill above it, sur- rounded by a number of new habitations very neat and white. On the road is a handsome Roman Catholic chapel, or a chapel which will be handsome so soon as the necessary funds are- raised to complete it. But, as at Waterford, the c :apel has been commenced, and the money has failed, and the fine portico which is to decorate it one day, as yet only exists on the architect's paper. Saint Patrick's Bridge, ove*- which we pass, is a pretty building ; and Patj-ick Street, the main street of the town, has an air oCbusiness and cheerfulness, and looks densely thronged. As the carriage drove up to thos^i neat, comfortable, and extensive lodgings which Mrs. MacO'Pjoy has to let, a mag- nificent mob was formed round the vehicle, and we had an opportunity of at once making acquaintance with some of the dirtiest rascally faces that all Ireland presents. Besides these professional rogues and beggars, who make a point to attend on all vehicles, everybody else seemed to stop too, to see that wonder, a coach and four horses. People issued from their shops, heads appeared at windows. I have seen the Queen pass in state in London, and not bring tooether a crowd near so great as that which assembled in the busiest street of the second city of the kingdom, just to look at a green coach and four bay-horses. Have they nothing else to do t — or is it that they will do nothing else but stare, swagger, and be idle in the streets ? CHAPTER V. CORK THE AGRICULTURAL SHOW FATHER MATHEW. A MAN has no need to be an agriculturiit in order to take a warm interest in the success of the Irish Agricultural So- ciety, and to see what vast good may result from it to the country. The National Education scheme — a noble and liberal one, at least as far as a stranger can see, which might have united the Irish people, and brought peace into this most distracted of all countries — failed unhappily of one of its greatest ends. The Protestant clergy have always treated the plan with bitter hostility ; and I do belie\'e, in withdrawing THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 333 from it, have struck the greatest blow to themselves as a body, and to their own influence in the country, which has been deali to them for many a year. Rich, charitable, pious, well-edu- cated, to be found in every parish in Ireland, had they chosen to fraternize with the people and the plan, they might have directed the educational movement; they might have attained the influence which is now given over entirely to the priests \ and when the present generation, educated in the national- schools, were grown up to manhood, they might have had an interest in almost every man in Ireland, Are they as pious, and more polished, and better educated than their neighbors the priests ? There is no doubt of it ; and by constant com- munion with the people they would have gained all the' bene- fits of the comparison, and advanced the interests of their religion far more than now they can hope to do. Look at the national-school : throughout the country it is commonly by the chapel side — it is a Catholic school, directed and fostered by the priests ; and as no people are more eager for learning, more apt to receive it, or more grateful for kindness than the Irish, he gets all the gratitude of the scholars who flock to the school, and all the future influence over them, which naturally and justly comes to him. The Protestant wants to better the condition of these people : he says that the woes of the coun- try are owing to its prevalent religion ; and in order to carry his plans of amelioration into effect, he obstinately refuses to hold communion with those whom he is desirous to convert to what he believes are sounder principles and purer doctrines. The clergyman will reply that points of principle prevent him : with this fatal doctrinal objection, it is not, of course, the prov- ince of a layman to meddle ; but this is clear, that the parson mi2:ht have had an influence over the countr^^ and he would not ; that he might have rendered the Catholic population friendly to him, and he would not ; but, instead, has added one" cause of estrangement and hostility more to the many which already exist against him. This is one of the attempts at union in Ireland, and one can't but think with the deepest regret and sorrow of its failure. Mr. O'Connell and his friends set going another scheme for advancing the prosperity of the country, — the notable project of home manufactures, and a coalition against foreign impor- tation. This was a union certainly, but a union of a different sort to that noble and peaceful one which the National Educa- tion Board proposed. It was to punish England, while it pre- tended to secure the independence of Ireland, by shutting out 334 ^^^ IRISH SKETCH BOOK. our manufactures from the Irish markets ; whicli were one day or other, it was presumed, to be . filled by native produce. Large bodies of tradesmen and private persons, in Dublin and other towns in Ireland associated together, vowing to purchase no articles of ordinary consumption or usage but what were manufactured in the country. This bigoted, old-world scheme of restriction — not much more liberal than Swing's crusade against the threshing-machines, or the coalition in England against machinery — failed, as it deserved to do. For the bene- fit of a few tradesmen, who might find their account in selling at dear rates their clumsy and imperfect manufactures, it was found impossible to tax a people that are already poor enough ; nor did the party take into account the cleverness of the mer- chants across sea, who were by no means disposed to let go their Irish customers. The famous Irish frieze uniform which was to distinguish these patriots, and which Mr. O'Connell lauded so loudly and so simply, came over made at half-price from Leeds and Glasgow, and w'as retailed as real Irish by many worthies who had been first to join the union. You may still see shops here and there wdth their pompous announce- ment of " Irish Manufactures ; " but the scheme has long gone to ruin : it could not stand against the vast force of English and Scotch capital and machinery, any more than the Ulster spinning-wheel against the huge factories and steam-engines which one may see about Belfast. The scheme of the Agriqultural Society is a much more feasible one ; and if, please God, it can be carried out, likely to give not only prosperity to the country, but union likewise in a great degree. As yet Protestants and Catholics concerned in it have worked well together ; and it is a blessing to see them meet upon any ground without heart-burning and quarrellingi Last year, Mr. Purcell, who is well known in Ireland as the principal mail-coach contractor for the country, — v/ho himself employs more workmen in Dublin than perhaps any other person there, and has also more land under cultivation than most of the great landed proprietors in the country, — wrote a letter to the newspapers, giving his notions of the fallacy of the exclu- sive-dealing system, and pointing out at the same tim.e how lie- considered the country might be benefited — by agricultural im- provement, namely. He spoke of the neglected state of the country, and its amazing natural fertility ; and, for the benefit of all, called upon the landlords and landholders to use theit interest and develop its vast agricultural resources. Manufac- tures are at best but of slow growth, and demand not only THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 335 time, but capital ; meanwhile, until the habits of the people should grow to be such as to render manufactures feasible^ there was a great neglected treasure, lying under their feet, which might be the source of prosperity to all. He pointed out the superior methods of husbandry employed in Scotland and Eng- land, and the great results obtained upon soils naturally much poorer ; and, taking t!:e Highland Society for an example, the establishment of which had done so much for the prosperity of Scotland, he proposed the formation in Ireland of a similar association. The letter made an extraordinary' sensation throughout the country. Noblemen and gentry of all sides took it up ; and numbers of these wrote 'o Mr. Purcell, and gave him their cordial adhesion to the plan. A meeting wa^ held, and the Society formed ; subscriptions were set on fcc , headed by the Lord Lieutenant (P'ortescue) and the Duke oi Leinster, each with a donation of 200/. ; and the trustees had soon 5,000/. at their disposal : with, besides, an annual' revenue of 1,000/. The subscribed capital is funded ; and political subjects strictly excluded. The Society has a show yearly in one of the prin- cipal tov;ns of Ireland : it corresponds with the various local agricultural associations throughout the country ; encourages the formation of new ones ; and distributes prizes and rewards. It has further in contemplation, to establish a large Agricultural school for farmers' sons ; and has formed in Dublin an Agricul- tural Bazaar and Museum. It was the first meeting of the Society which we were come to see at Cork. Will it be able to carry its excellent intentions into effect .<* Will the present enthusiasm of its founders and members continue ? Will one political party or another \iQ.\. the upper hand in it ? One can't help thinking of these points with some anxiet}^ — of the latter especially : as yet, happily, the clergy of either side have kept aloof, and the union seems pretty cordial and sincere. There are in Cork, as no doubt in every town of Ireland sufficiently considerable to support a plurality of hotels, some especially devoted to the Conservative and Liberal parties. Two dinners were to l:e given apropos of the Agricultural meet- ing ; and in order to conciliate all parties, it was determined that the Tory landlord should find the cheap ten-shilling dinner for one thousand, the Whig landlord the genteel guinea dinnei for a few select hundreds. ^^6 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. I wish Mr. Cuif, of the " Freemasons' Tavern," could have been at Cork to take a lesson from the latter gentleman : for he would have seen that there are means of having not merely enough to eat, but enough of the very best, for the sum of a guinea ; that persons can have not only Vv^ine, but good wine, and if inclined (as some topers are on great occasions) to pass to another bottle, — a second, a third, or a fiteenth bottle, for what I know is very much at their service. It was a fine sight to see Mr. MacDowall presiding over an ice-well and extracting the bottles of champagne. With what calmness he did it ! How the corks popped, and the liquor fizzed, and the agricul- turalists drank the bumpers off ! And how good the wine was too — the greatest merit of all ! Mr. MacDowall did credit to his liberal politics by his liberal dinner. " Sir," says a waiter whom I asked for currant-jelly for the haunch — (there were a dozen such smoking on various parts of the table— think of that, Mr. Cuff !)— " Sir," says the waiter, *' there's no jelly, but I've brought you some very fine lobster- sauced I think this was the most remarkable speech of the evening; not excepting that of my Lord Bernard, who, to three hundred gentlemen more or less connected with farming, had actually the audacity to quote the words of the great agricul- tural poet of Rome — " O /ortu7tatos nitnium sua s/,^' <5r-"c. How long are our statesmen in England to continue to back their opinions by the Latin grammar } Are the Irish agricul- turalists so very happy, if they did but know it — at least those out of doors? Well, those within were jolly enough. Cham- pagne and claret, turbot and haunch, are gifts of the jusfissima tellus^ with which few husbandmen will be disposed to quarrel : • — no more let us quarrel either with eloquence after dinner. If the Liberal landlord had shown his principles in his dinner, the Conservative certainly showed his ; by conserving as much profit as possible for himself. We sat down one thou- sand to some two hundred and fifty cold joints of meat. Every iiian vv'as treated with a joint of wine, and very bad too, so that there was the less cause to grumble because more was not served. Those agriculturalists who had a mind to drink whiskey- and-water had to pay extra for their punch. Nay, after shout- ing in vain for half an hour to a waiter for some cold water, the unhappy writer could only get it by promising a shilling. The sum was paid on delivery of the article ; but as everybody THE IRISH Sk'ETCn BOOK'. 337 round was thirsty too, I got 1)ut a glassLul from the decanter, which only served to make me long for more. The waiter (the rasCal !) promised more, but never came near us afterwards : he had got his shilling, and so he left us in a hot room, surrounded by a thousand hot fellow-creatures, one of them making a dry speech. The agriculturalists were not on this occasion nimium fortumiti. To have heard a nobleman, however, who discoursed to the meeting, you would have fancied that we were the luckiest mortals under the broiling July sun. He said he could con- ceive nothing more delightful than to see, "on proper occa- sions,"— (mind on proper occasions I) — " the landlord mixing, with his tenantry ; and to look around him at a scene like this, and see t/ie condescension with which the gentry mingled with the farmers ! " Prodigious condescension truly ! This neat speech seemed to me an oratorio slap on the face to about nine hun- dred and seventy persons present ; and being one of the latter, I began to hiss by way of acknowledgment of the compliment, and hoped .that a strong party would have destroyed the har- mony of the evening, and done likewise. But not one heredi- tary bondsman would join in the compliment — and they were quite right too. The old lord who talked about condescension is one of the greatest and kindest landlords in Ireland. If he thinks he condescends by doing his duty and mixing with men as good as himself, the fault lies with the latter. Why are they so ready to go down on their knees to my lord ? A man can't help " condescending " to another who will persist in kissing his shoestrings. They respect rank in England — the people seem almost to adore it here. As an instance of the intense veneration for lords which distinguishes this county of Cork, I may mention what occurred afterwards. The members of the Cork Society gave a din er to their guests of the Irish Agricultural Association. Ihe founder of the latter, as Lord Downshire stated, was Mr. Pur- .cell : and as it was agreed on all hands that the Society so founded was likely to prove of the greatest benefit to the countr}^, one might have supposed that any com.pliment paid to it might have been paid to it through its founder. Not so. The society asked the lords to dine, and Mr. Purcell to meet the lords. After the grand dinner came a grand ball, which was indeed one of the gayest and prettiest sights ever seen ; nor was it the less agreeable, because the ladies of the city mixed with the ladies from the country, and vied with them in grace and 338 THE IKISH SKETCH BOOK. beauty. The charming gayety and frankness of the Irish ladies have been noted and admired by every foreigner who has had the good fortune to mingle in their society; and I hope *t is not detracting from the merit of the upper classes to say that the lower are not a whit less pleasing. I never saw in any country such a general grace of manner and ladyhood. In the midst of their gayety, too, it must be remembered that they are the chastest of women, and that no country in Europe can boast -of .such a general purity. In regard of the Munster ladies, I had the pleasure to be present at two or three evening-parties at Cork, and must say that they seem to excel the English ladies not only in wit and vivacit}^, but in the still more important article of the toilette;- They are as well dressed as Frenchwomen, and incomparably handsomer; and if ever this book reaches a thirtieth edition, and I can find out better words to express admiration, they shall be inserted here. Among the ladies' accomplishments, I may mention that I have heard in two or three private families- such tine music as is rarely to be met with out of a capital. In one house w^e had a supper and songs afterwards, in the old- honest fashion. Time was in Ireland when the custom was a common one ; but the world grows languid as it grows genteel ; and I fancy it requires more than ordinary spirit and courage now for a good old gentleman, at the head of his kind family table, to strike up a good old family song. The delightful old gentleman wlo sung the song here men- tioned could not help talking of the Temperance movement with a sort of regret, and said that all the fun had gone out of Ireland since Father Mathew banished the whiskey from it. Indeed, any stranger going amongst the people can perceive that they are now anything but gay. I have seen a great number of crowds and meetings of people in all parts of Ireland, and found them all gloomy. There is nothing like the merry-mak- ing one reads of in the Irish novels. Lever and Maxwell must be taken as chroniclers of the old times — the pleasant but wrong old times — for which one can't help having an antiqua- rian fondness. On the day we arrived at Cork, and as the passengers de- scended from "tlie drag," a stout, handsome, honest-looking man, of some two-and-forty years, was passing by, and received a number of bows from the crowd around. It was Theobald Mathew with whose face a thousand little print-shop windows had already rendered me familiar. He shook hands with tli^ master of the carriage very cordially, and just as cordially with the THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK 339 master's coachman, a disciple of temperance, as at least half Ireland is at present. The day after the famous dinner at Mac'Dowall's, some of us came down rather late, perhaps in consequence of the events of the night before — (i think it was Lord Bernard's quotation from Virgil, or else the absence of the CLirrant-jelly for the venison, that occasioned a slight head- ache among some of us, and an extreme longing for soda- water,) — and there was the Apostle of Temperance seated at the table drinking tea. Some of us felt a little ashamed of ourselves, and did not like to ask somehow for the soda-water in such an awful presence as that. Besides, it would have been a confession to a Catholic priest, and, as a Protestant, I am above it. The world likes to know how a great man appears even to a valet-de-chambre, and I suppose it is one's vanity that is Mattered in such rare company to find the great man quite as unassuming as the very ^^allest personage present ; and so like to other mortals, that we would not know him to be a great man at all, did we not know his name, and what he had done. There is nothing remarkable in Mr. Mathew's manner, except that it is exceedingly simple, hearty, and manly, and that he does not wear the downcast, demure look which, I know not why, certainly characterizes the chief part of the gentlemen of his profession. Whence comes that general scowl which darkens the faces of the Irish priesthood ? I have met a score of these reverend gentlemen in the country, and not one of them seemed to look or speak frankl}^ except Mr. Mathew, and a couple more. He is almost the only man, too, that I have met in Ireland, who, in speaking of public matters, did not talk as a pardsan. With the state or the country, of land- lord, tenant, and peasantry, he seemed to be most curiously and intimately acquainted ; speaking of their wants, differences, and the means of bettering them, with the minutest practical knowledge. x\nd it was impossible in hearing him to know, but from previous acquaintance with his character, whether he v/as Whig or Tory, Catholic or Protestant. Why does not Government make a Privy Councillor of him ? — that is, if lie would honor the Right Honorable body by taking a seat amongst them. His knovv'ledge of the people is prodigious, and their confidence in him as great ; and what a touching attach- ment that is which these poor fellows show to anyone who has their cause at heart — even to any one who says he has ! Avoiding all political questions, no man seems more eager 340 ^-^/^■' //^'/-V// SKEl'CII BOOK. than he for the practical iir.provement uf tiii^ counlry. Leases' and rents, fanning improvements, reading societies, music societies — he was full of these, and of hij Lxhemes of temper- ance abo\-e all. He never misses a chance of making a con-^ vert, and has his hand ready and a pledge in his -}x:cket for, sick or poor. One of his disciples in a livery-coat came \■^\o^: the room with a (ray — Mr. Mathev*^ recognized him, and shook him by the hand direclly ; so he did with the strangers who were presented to him ; and not with a courtly popularity-hunt- ing air, but, as it seemed, from sheer hearty kindness, and a desire to do everyone good. When breakfast was done — (he took but one cup of tea, and says that, from having been a great consumer of tea and re- freshing liquids before, a small cup of tea, and one glass of water at dinner, now serve him for his day's beverage)^— he' took the ladies of our party to see his burying-ground — a new and handsome cemetery, lying a littte way out of the town, and where, thank God ! Protestants and Catholics may lie together, without clergymen quarrelling over their coffins. It is a handsome piece of ground, and was formerly a bo- tanic garden ; but the funds failed for that undertaking, as they have for a thousand other public enterprises in this poor dis' united country ; and so it has been converted into a hortus sucus for us mortals. There is alread\^ a pretty large collection. In the midst is a place for Mathew himself — honor to Iiim living or dead ! Meanwhile, numerous stately monuments have been built, flowers planted here and there over dear re- mains, and the garden in which they lie is rich, green, and beautiful. Here is a fine statue, by Hogan, of a weeping- genius that broods over the tomb of an honest merchant and clothier of the city. He took a liking to the artist, his fellow- townsman, and ordered his own monument, and had the grati- fication to see it arrive from Rome a few weeks before his death. A prettier thing even than the statue is the tomb of a little boy, which has been shut in by a large and curious grille of iron work. The father worked it, a blacksmith, whose* darl- ing the child was, and he spent three years in hammering out this mausoleum. It is the beautiful story of the pot of oint- ment told again at the blacksmith's anvil ; and who can but like him for placing this fine gilded cage over the body of his poor little one ? Presently you come to a Frenchwoman's tomb, with a French epitaph by a French husband, and a pot of arti ficial flowers in a niche — a wig, and a pot of rouge^ as it were, THE JR ISH SKE 7 CH B 00 A'. 341 just to make the dead look passably well. It is his manner of showing his sympathy for an immortal soul that has passed away. The poor may be buried here for nothing ; and here, too, once more thank God ! each may rest without priests or parsons scowling heli-fire at his neighbor unconscious under the grass. CHAPTER VI. CORiC THE URSULINE CONVENT. There is a large Ursuline convent at Blackrock, near Cork, and a lady who had been educated there was kind enough to invite me to join a party to visit the place. Was not this a great privilege for a heretic .^ I have peeped into convent chapels abroad, and occasionally caught glimpses of a white veil or a black gown ; but to see the pious ladies in their own retreat was quite a novelty — -much more exciting than the ex- hibition of Long Horns and Short Horns by which we had to pass on our road to Blackrock. The three miles' ride is very pretty. As far as nature goes, she has done her best for the neighborhood ; and the noble hills on the opposite coast of the river, studded with innumer- able pretty villas and garnished with fine trees and meadows, the river itself dark blue under a brilliant cloudless heaven, and lively with its multiplicity of gay craft, accompany the traveller along the road ; except here and there wdiere the view is shut out by fine avenues of trees, a beggarly row of cottages, or a villa wall. Rows of dirty cabins, and smart bankers' country-houses, meet one at every turn ; nor do the latter want for fine names, you may be sure. The Irish grandiloquence displays itself finely in the invention of such ! and, to the great inconvenience, I should think, of the postman, the names of the houses appear to change with the tenants : for I saw many old houses with new placards in front, setting forth the /asi title of the house. 1 had the box of the carriage (a smart vehicle that would have done credit to the ring), and found the gentleman by my side very communicative. He named the owners of the pretty mansions and lawns visible on the other side of the river ; they appear almost all to be merchants, who have made their for- 342 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. tunes in the city. In the lilce manner, though the air of the town is extremely fresh and jDure to a pair of London lungs^ the Cork shopkeeper is not satisfied with it, but contrives for himself a place (with an euphonious name, no doubt) in the suburbs of the city. These stretch to a great extent along the beautiful, liberal-looking banks of the stream. I asked the man about the Temperance, and whether he was a temperance man ? He replied by pulling a medal out of his waistcoat pocket, saying that he always carried it about with him for fear of temptation. He said that he took the pledge two years ago, before which time, as he confessed, he had been a sad sinner in the way of drink. " I used to take,", said he, ''from eighteen to twenty glasses of whiskey a day; I was always at the drink ; I'd be often up all night at the pub- lic : I was turned away by my present master on account of it ; " — and all of a sudden he resolved to break it off. I asked him whether he had not at first experienced ill-health from the suddenness of the change in his habits ; but he said — and let all persons meditating a conversion from liquor remember the fact — that the abstinence never affected him in the least, but that he went on growing better and better in health every day, stronger and more able of mind and bod)^ The man was a Catholic, and in speaking of the numerous;, places of worship along the road as we passed, I'm sorry to' confess, dealt some rude cuts with his whip regarding the Prot-' estants. Coachman as he was, the fellow's remarks seeme4 to be correct : for it appears that the religious world of Cork is of so excessively enlightened a kind, that one church will, not content one pious person ; but that, on the contrary, they will be at Church of a morning, at Independent church of an. afternoon, at a Darbyite congregation of an evening, and so on,, gathering excitement or information from all sources which they could come at. Is not this the case ? are not some of th^ ultra-serious as eager after a new preacher, as the ultra-worldly^ for a new dancer ? don't they talk and gossip about him as much ? Though theology from the coach-box is rather quesr tionable, (after all, the man was just as rnuch authorized to propound his notions as many a fellow from an amateur pulpit,]^ yet he certainly had the right here as far as his charge again^. certain Protestants went. ; The reasoning from it Avas quite obvious, and I'm sure w^$, in the man's mind, though he did not utter it, as we drove by this time into the convent gate. " Here," says coachman, " is our church, /don't drive my master and mistress from church Tim IR ISIJ SKE TCI I J> O K. 3 43 to chapel, from chapel to conventicle, hunting after new preach- ers every Sabbath. I bring them every Sunday and set them down at the same place, where they know that everything they hear must be right. Their fathers have done the same thing before them; and the young ladies and gentlemen will come here too ; and all the new-fangled doctors and teachers may go roaring through the land, and still here we come regu- larly, not caring a whit for the vagaries of others, knowing that we ourselves are in the real old right original way." : I am sure this is what the fellow meant by his sneer at the Protestants, and their gadding from one doctrine to another ; but there was no call and no time to have a battle with him, as by this time we had entered a large lawn covered with hay- cocks, and prettily, as I think, ornamented with a border of blossoming potatoes, and drove up to the front door of the convent. It is a huge old square house, with many windows, having probably been some flaunting squire's residence ; but the nuns have taken off somewhat from its rakish look, by fling- ing out a couple of wings with chapels, or buildings like chapels, at either end. A large, lofty, clean, trim hall was open to a flight of steps, and we found a young lady in the hall, playing, instead of a pious sonata — which I vainly thought was the practice in such godly seminaries of learning — that abominable rattling piece of music called la Viohttc, which it has been my lot to hear exe- cuted by other young ladies ; and which (with its like) has al- ways appeared to me to be constructed upon this simple fashion -^to take a tune, and then, as it were, to fling it down and up stairs. As soon as the young lady playing '' the Violet " saw us, she quitted the hall and retired to an inner apartment, where she resumed that delectable piece at her leisure. Indeed there were pianos all over the educational part of the house. We were shown into a gay parlor (where hangs a pretty drawing representing the melancholy old convent which the Sisters previously inhabited in Cork), and presently Sister No. Two-Eight made her appearance — a pretty and graceful lady. *' 'Tis the prettiest nun of the whole house," whispered the lady who had been educated at the convent ; and I must own that slim, gentle, and pretty as this young lady was, and calcu lated with her kind smiling face and little figure to frighten no one in the world, a great six-foot Protestant could not help looking at her with a little tremble. I had never been in a nun's company before; I'm afraid of such — I don't care to 344 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. own — in tlieir black mysterious robes and awful veils. As priests in gorgeous vestments, and little rosy incense-boys in red, bob their heads and knees up and down before altars, or clatter silver pots full of smoking odors, I feel I don't know what sort of thrill and secret creeping terror. Here I was, in a room with a real live nun, pretty and pale — T wonder has she any of her sisterhood immured in oubliettes down below ; is her poor little weak, delicate body scarred all over with scourgings, iron-collars, hair-shirts .'' What has she had for dinner to-day ? — as we passed the refectory there was a faint sort of vapid nun-like vegetable smell, speaking of fasts and wooden platters; and I could picture to myself silent sisters eating their meal — a grim old yellow one in the reading-desk, croaking out an ex- tract from a sermon for their edification. But is it policy, or hypocrisy, or reality ? These nuns affect extreme happiness and content with their condition : a smiling beatitude, which they insist belongs peculiarly to them, and about which the only doubtful point is the manner in whicli it is produced before strangers. Young ladies educated in convents have often mentioned this fact — how the nuns persist in declar- ing and proving to them their own extreme enjoyment of life. Were all the smiles of that kind-looking Sister Two-Eight perfectly sincere ? Whenever she spoke her face was lighted [ up with one. She seemed perfectly radiant with happiness, tripping lightly before us, and distributing kind compliments to each, which made me in a very few minutes forget the intro- ductory fright which her poor little presence had occasioned. She took us through the hall (where was the vegetable savor before mentioned), and showed us the contrivance by which the name of Two-Eight was ascertained. Each nun has a number, or a combination of numbers, prefixed to her name ; and a bell is pulled a corresponding number of times, by which each sister knows when she is wanted. Poor souls ! are Ihey always on the look-out for that bell, that the ringing of it should be supposed infallibly to awaken their attention ? From the hall the sister conducted us through ranges of apart- ments, and I had almost said avenues of pianofortes, whence here and there a startled pensioner would rise, hijintcko simiUs^ at our approach, seeking 2, pavidam matrem in the person of a demure old stout mother hard by. We were taken through a hall decorated with a series of pictures of Pope Pius VI.,-— wonderful adventures, truly, in the life of the gentle old man. In one you see him gracefully receiving a Prince and Princess of Russia (tremendous incident !). The Prince has a pigtail THB: IRISH Sk'ETCH BOOK. 345 the Princess powder and a train, the Pope a — but never mind, we shall never get through the house at this rate. Passing through Pope Pius's gallery, we came into a long, clean, lofty passage, with many little doors on each side ; and here I confess my heart began to thump again. These were the doors of the cells of the Sisters. Bon Dieu ! and is it pos- sible that I shall see a nun's cell.? Do I not recollect the nun's cell in "The Monk," or in " The Romance of the Forest?" or, if not there, at any rate, in a thousand noble romances, read in early days of half-holiday perhaps — romances at two- pence a volume. Come in, in the name of the saints ! Here is the cell, I took off my hat and examined the little room with much curious wonder and reverence. There was an iron bed, with comfort- able curtains of green serge. There was a little clothes-chest of yellow wood, neatly cleaned, and a wooden chair beside it, and a desk on the chest, and about six pictures on the wall — • little religious pictures : a saint with gilt paper round him ; the Virgin showing on her breast a bleeding heart, with a sword run through it ; and other sad little subjects, calculated to make the inmate of the cell think of the sufferings of the saints and martyrs of the Church. Then there was a little crucifix, and a wax-candle on the ledge ; and here was the place where the poor black-veiled things were to pass their lives forever ! After having seen a couple of these little cells, we left the corridors in which they were, and were conducted, with a sort of pride on the nun's part, I thought, into the grand room of the convent — a parlor with pictures of saints, and a gay paper, and a series of small fineries, such only as women very idle know how to make. There were some portraits in the room, one an atrocious daub of an ugly old woman, surrounded by children still more hideous. Somebody had told the poor nun that this was a fine thing, and she believed it — heaven bless her ! — quite implicitly : nor is the picture of the ugly old Cana- dian woman the first reputation that has been made this way. Then from the fine parlor we went to the museum. I don't know how we should be curious of such trifles ; but the chron- icling of small-beer is the main .business of life — people only differing, as Tom Moore wisely says in one of his best poems, about their own peculiar tap. The poor nun's little collection of gimcracks was displayed in great state : there were spars in one drawer ; and, I think, a Chinese shoe and some Indian wares in another ; and some medals of the Popes, and a couple of score of coins ; and a clean glass case, full of antique works 346 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK, of French theology of the distant period of Louis XV., to judge by the bindings — and this formed the main part of the museum. " The chief objects were gathered together by a single nun," said the sister with a look of wonder, as she went prattling on, and leading us hither and thither, like a child showing her toys. What strange mixture of pity and pleasure is it which comes over you sometimes when a child takes you by the hand, and leads you up solemnly to some little treasure of its own — a feather or a string of glass beads ? 1 declare I have often looked at such with more delight than at diamonds ; and felt the same sort of soft wonder examining the nun's little treasure- chamber. There was something touching in the very poverty of it : — had it been finer, it would not have been half so good. And now we had seen all the wonders of the house but the chapel, and thither we were conducted ; all the ladies of our party kneeling down as they entered the building, and saying a short prayer. This, as I am on sentimental confessions, I must own affected me too. It was a very pretty and tender sight. I should have liked to kneel down too, but was ashamed ; our northern usages not encouraging — ^among men at least — that sort of abandonment of dignity. Do any of us dare to sing psalms at church ? and don't we look with rather a sneer at a man who does ? The chapel had nothing remarkable in it except a very good organ, as I was told ; for we were allowed only to see the exterior of that instrument, our pious guide with much pleasure removing an oilcloth which covered the mahogany. At one side of the altar is a long high grille^ through which you see a hall, where the nuns have their stalls, and sit in chapel time ; and beyond this hall is another small chapel, with a couple of altars, and one beautiful print in one of them — a German Holy Family — a prim, mystical, tender piece, just befitting the place. in the grille is a little wicket and a ledge before it. It is to tl]is wicket that women are brought to kneel ; and a bishop is i'.'i llie chapel on the other side, and takes their hands in his, and receives their vows. I had never seen the like before, and own that I felt a sort of shudder at looking at the place. There rest the girl's knees as she offers herself up, and forswears the sacred affections which God gave her ; there she kneels and denies forever the beautiful duties of her being : — no tender maternal yearnings, no gentle attachments are to be had for her or from her, — there she kneels and commits suicide upon THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK'. 347 her heart. O honest Martin Luther ! thank God, you came to pull that infernal, wicked, unnatural altar down — that cursed Paganism ! Let people, solitary, worn-out by sorrow or oppressed with extreme remorse, retire to such places ; fly and beat your breasts in caverns and wildernesses, O A'omen, i£ you will, but be Magdalens first. It is shameful that any young girl, with any vocation however seemingly strong, should be allowed to bury herself in this small tomb of a few acres. Look at yonder nun, — pretty, smiling, graceful, and young, — what has God's world done to her, that she should run from it, or she done to the world, that she should avoid it ? What call has she to give up all her duties and affections ? and would she not be best serving God with a husband at her side, and a child on her knee ? The sights in the house having been seen, the nun led us through the grounds and gardens. There was the hay in front, a fine yellow corn-field at the back of the house, and a large melancholy-looking kitchen-garden ; in all of which places the nuns, for certain hours in the day, are allowed to take recrea- tion. " The nuns here are allowed to amuse themselves more than ours at New Hall," said a little girl who is educated at that English convent : " do you know that here the r: nr, may make hay?" What a privilege is this ! We saw none of the black Sisterhood availing themselves of it, however : the hay was neatly piled into cocks and ready for housing ; so the poor souls must wait until next year before they can enjoy this blessed sport once more. Turning into a narrow gate with the nun at our head, we found ourselves in a little green, quiet inclosure — it was the burial-ground of the convent. The poor things know the places where they are to lie : she who was with us talked smilingly of being stretched there one day, and pointed out the resting-place of a favorite old sister who had died three months back, and been buried in the very midst of the little ground. And here they come to live and die. The gates are open, but they never go out. All their world lies in a dozen acres of ground ; and thev sacrifice their lives in early youth, many of them passing from the grave up stairs in the hou^e to the one scarcely nar- rower in the churchyaid here ; and are seemingly not unhappy. I came out of the place quite sick ; and looking before me, — there, thank God ! was the blue spire of Monkstown church soaring up into the free sky- — a river in front rolling away to the sea — liberty, sunshine, all sorts of glad life and motion round about : and I couldn't but thank heaven for it, and the 348 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOKr Being whose service is freedom, and who has given us affec- tions that we may use them — not smother and kill them ; and a noble world to live in, that we may admire it and Him who made it- — not shrink from it, as though we dared not live there, but must turn our backs upon it and its bountiful Provider. And in conclusion, if that most cold-blooded and precise of all personages, the respectable and respected English reader, may feel disposed to sneer at the above sei ti nental homily, or to fancy that it has been written for effect — let him go and see a convent for himself. I declare I think for my part that we have as much right to permit Sutteeism in India as to allow women in the United Kingdom to take these wicked vows, or Catholic bishops to receive them ; and that Government has as good a right to interpose in such cases, as the police have to prevent a man from hanging himself, or the doctor to refuse a glass of prussic-acid to any one who may have a wish to go out of the world. CHAPTER VH. CORK. Amidst the bustle and gayeties of the Agricultural meeting, the working-day aspect of the city was not to be judged of : but I passed a fortnight in the place afterwards, during which time it settled down to its calm and usual condition. The flashy French and plated goods' shops, which made a show for the occasion of the meeting, disappeared ; you were no longer crowded and jostled by smart male and female dandies in walk- ing down Patrick Street or the Mall ; the poor little theatre had scarcely a soul on its bare benches : I went once, but the dreadful brass band of a dragoon regiment blew me out of doors. This music could be heard much more pleasantly at some dis- tance off in the street. One sees in this country many a grand and tall iron gate leading into a very shabby field covered with thistles : and the simile to the gate will in some degree apply to this famous city of Cork, — which is certainly not a city of palaces, but of which the outlets are magnificent. That towards Killarney leads by the Lee, the old Avenue of Mardyke, and the rich green pas- THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 34^ tures stretching down to the river ; and as you pass by the portico of the county jail, as fine and as glancing as a palace, you see the wooded heights on the other side of the fair stream, crowded with a thousand pretty villas and terraces, presenting every image of comfort and prosperity. The entrance from Cove has been mentioned before ; nor is it easy to find any- where a nobler, grander, and more cheerful scene. Along the quays up to Saint Patrick's Bridge there is a certain bustle. Some forty ships may be lying at anchor along the walls of the quay, and its pavements are covered with goods of various merchandise : here a cargo of hides ; yonder a com- pany of soldiers, their kits, and their Dollies, who are taking leave of the redcoats at the steamer's side. Then you shall see a fine, squeaking, shrieking drove of pigs embarking by the same conveyance, and insinuated into the steamer by all sorts of coaxing, threatening, and wheedling. Seamen are singing and yeehoing on board ; grimy colliers smoking at the liquor- shops along the quay ; and as for the bridge — there is a crowd of idlers on that, you may be sure, sprawling over the balus- trade for ever and ever, with long ragged coats, steeple-hats, and stumpy doodeens. Then along the Coal Quay you may see a clump of jingle- drivers, who have all a word for your honor; and in Patrick Street, at three o'clock, when " The Rakes of Mallow " gets under weigh (a cracked old coach with the paint rubbed off, some smart horses, and an exceedingly dingy harness) — at three o'clock, you will be sure to see at least forty persons waiting to witness the departure of the said coach : so that the neighborhood of the inn has an air of some bustle. At the other extremity of the town, if it be assize time, you will see some five hundred persons squatting by the court- house, or buzzing and talking within. The rest of the respect- able quarter of the city is pretty free from an^^thing like bustle : .there is no more life in Patrick Street than in Russell Square of a sunshiny day ; and as for the Mall, it is as lonely as the chief street of a German Residenz I have mentioned the respectable quarter of the city — for there are quarters in it swarming with life, but of such a fright- ful kind as no pen need care to describe : alleys where the odors and rags and darkness are so hideous, that one runs frightened away from them. In some of them, they say, not the policeman, only the priest, can penetrate. I asked a !Roman Catholic clergyman of the city to take me into some of these haunts, but he refused very justly ; and indeed a man 3 5 o THE IRISH SKE TCH B O OK. may be quite satisfied with what he can see in the mere out skirts of the districts, without caring to penetrate further. Not far from tlie quays is an open space where the poor hold a market or bazaar. Here is liveliness and business enough : ragged women chattering and crying their beggarly wares \ ragged boys gloating over dirty apple and pie-stalls ; fish fry- ing, and raw and stinking ; clothes-booths, where you might buy a wardrobe for scarecrows ; old nails, hoops, bottles, and marine wares ; old battered furniture, that has been sold against starvation. In the streets round about this place, on a sun- shiny day, all the black gaping windows and mouldy steps are covered with squatting lazy figures — women, with bare breasts, nursing babies, and leering a joke as you pass by — ragged children paddling everywhere. It is but two minutes' walk out of Patrick Street, where you come upon a hne flashy shop of plated-goods, or a grand French emporium of dolls, walking- sticks, carpet-bags, and perfumery. The markets hard by have a rough, old-fashioned, cheerful look ; it's a comfort after the misery to hear a red butcher's wife crying after you to buy an honest piece of meat. The poor-house, newly established, cannot hold a fifth part of the poverty of this great town : the richer inhabitants are untiring in their charities, and the C>_;;holic clergyman before mentioned took me to see a delivery of ri^e, at which he pre- sides every day until the potatoes shall come in. This market, over which he presides so kindly is held in an old bankrupt warehouse, and the rice is sold considerably under the prime cost to hundreds of struggling applicants who come when lucky enough to have wherewithal to pay. That the city contains much wealth is evidenced by the number of handsome villas round about it, where the rich merchants dwell ; but the warehouses of the wealthy provision- merchants make no show to the stranger walking the streets; and of *he retail-shops, if some are spacious and handsome, most look as if too big for the business carried on within. The want of ready-money was quite curious. In three of the principal shops I purchased articles, and tendered a pound in exchange — not one of them had silver enough ; and as for a five-pound note, which I presented at one of the topping book- seller's, his boy went round to various places in vain, and finally set forth to the Bank, where change was got. In an- other small shop I offered half a crown to pay for a sixpenny, article — it was all the same. "Tim," says the good woman, "run out in a hurry and fetch the gentleman change." Two THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 35 1 of the shopmen, seeing an Englishman, were very particular to tell me in what 3^ears they themselves had been in London. It seemed a merit in these gentlemen's eyes to have once dwelt in that city ; and I see in the papers continually ladies adver- tising as governesses, and specifying particularly that they are " English ladies." Ireceived six 5/. post-office orders \ I called four times on as many different days at the Post Office before the capital could be forthcoming, getting on the third application 20/. (after making a great clamor, and vowing that such things were unheard-of in England), and on the fourth call the re- maining 10/. I saw poor people, who may have come from the country with their orders, refused payment of an order of some 40.5-. ,- and a gentleman who tendered a pound-note in payment of a foreign letter, was told to " leave his letter and pay some other time." Such things could not take place in the hundred- andsecond city in England ; and as I do not pretend to doc- trinize at all, I leave the reader to draw his own deductions with regard to the commercial condition and prosperity of the second city in Ireland. Half a dozen of the public buildings I saw were spacious and shabby beyond all cockney belief. Adjoining the '• Impe- rial Hotel " is a great, large, handsome, desolate reading-room, which was founded by a body of Cork merchants and trades- men, and is the very picture of decay. Not Palmyra — not the Russell Institution in Great Coram Street — presents a more melancholy appearance of faded greatness. Opposite this is another institution, called the Cork Library, where there are plenty of books and plenty of kindness to the stranger ; but the shabbiness and faded splendor of the place are quite pain- ful. There are three handsome Catholic churches commenced of late years ; not one of them is complete : two want their porticoes ; the other is not more than thirty feet from the ground, and according to the architectural plan was to rise as high as a cathedral. There is an Institution, with a fair library of scientific works, a museum, and a drawing-school with a sup- ply of casts. The place is in yet more dismal condition than the Library : the plasters are spoiled incurably for want of a sixpenny feather-brush ; the dust lies on the walls, and nobody seems to heed it. Two shillings a year would have repaired much of the evil which has happened to this institution ; and it is folly to talk of inward dissensions and political differences as causing the ruin of such institutions : kings or law don'r cause or cure dust and cobwebs, but indolence leaves them to 352: THE IRIS// SA'£ TCH B OOJC. accumulate^ and imprudence will not calculate its income, and vanity exaggerates its own powers, and the fault is laid upon that tyrant of a sister kingdom. The whole country is filled with sucli failures ; swaggering beginnings that could not be carried through ; grand enterprises begun dashingly, and end- ing in shabby compromises or downright ruin. I have said something in praise of the manners of the Cork ladies : in regard of the gentlemen, a stranger too must remark the extraordinary degree of literary taste and talent amongst them, and the wit and vivacity of their conversation. The love for literature seems to an Englishman doubly curious. What, generally speaking, do a company of grave gentlemen and ladies in Baker Street know about it ? Who ever reads books in the City, or, how often does one hear them talked about at a Club.-* The Cork citizens are the most book-loving men I ever met. The town has sent to England a number of literary men, of reputation too, and is not a little proud of their fame. Everybody seemed to know what Maginn was doing, and that Father Prout had a third volume ready, and what was Mr. Croker's last article in the Quarterly. The young clerks and shopmen seemed as much au fait as their employers, and many is the conversation I heard about the merits of this writer or that — Dickens, Ainsworth, Lover, Lever. I think, in walking the streets, and looking at the ragged urchins crowding there, every Englishman must remark that the superiority of intelligence is here, and not with us. I never saw such a collection of bright-eyed, wild, clever, eager faces. Mr. Maclise has carried away a number of them in his memory ; and the lovers of his admirable pictures will find more than one Munster countenance under a helmet in com- pany of Macbeth, or in a slashed doublet alongside of Prince Hamlet, or in the very midst of Spain in company with Senor Gil Bias. Gil Bias himself came from Cork, and not from Oviedo. I listened to two boys almost in rags : they were lolling over the quay balustrade, and talking about o?i.e of the Ftolemys ! and talking very well too. One of them had been reading in " Rollin," and was detailing his information with a great deal of eloquence and fire. Another day, walking in the Mardyke, I followed three boys, not half so well dressed as London er- rand-boys ; one was telling the other about Captain Ross's voyages, and spoke with as much brightness and intelligence :ls llie best-read gentleman's son in England could do. He ei as-, as much of a gentleman too, the ragged youn§ student; THE IKISH SKETCH BOOK. 353 his manner as good, though perhaps more eager and emphatic ; his language was extremely rich, too, and eloquent. Does the reader remember his school-days, when half a dozen lads in the bedroom took it by turns to tell stories ? how poor the language generally was, and how exceedingly poor the imagination ! Both of those ragged Irish lads had the making of gentlemen, scholars, orators, in them. Apropos of love of reading, let me mention here a Dublin story. Dr. Lever, the celebrated author of " Harry Lorrequer," went into Dycer's stables to buy a horse. The groom who brought the animal out, directly he heard who the gentleman was, came out and touched his cap, and pointed to a little book in his pocket in a pink cover. ''^ I caii't do 7vithoiit it, sir,'' says the man. It was " Harry Lorrequer." I wonder does any one of Mr. Rymell's grooms take in '' Pick- wick," or would they have any curiosity to see Mr. Dickens, should he pass that way ? The Corkagians are eager for a Munster University ; asking for, and having a very good right to, the same privilege which has been granted to the chief city of the North of Ireland. It would not fail of being a great benefit to the city and to the country too, which would have no need to go so far as Dublin for a school of letters and medicine ; nor, Whig and Catholic for the most part, to attend a Tory and Protestant University. The establishing of an open college in Munster would bring much popularity to any Ministry that should accord such a boon. People would cry out, " Popery and Infidelity," doubt- less, as they did when the London University was established \ as the same party in Spain would cry out, "Atheism and Heresy." But the time, thank God ! is gone by in England when it was necessary to legislate for thevi ; and Sir Robert Peel, in giving bis adherence to the National Education scheme, has sanctioned the principle of which this so much longed-for college would only be a consequence. The medical charities and hospitals are said to be very well arranged, and the medical men of far more than ordinary skill. Other public institutions are no less excellent. I was taken over the Lunatic Asylum, where everything was conducted with admirable comfort, cleanliness, and kindness ; and as for the county jail, it is so neat, spacious, and comfortable, that we can only pray to see every cottager in the country as cleanly, well lodged, and well fed as the convicts are. They get a pound of bread and a pint of milk twice a day: there must be millions of people in this vvr^tchfed country, to whom such iood would be a luxury that their utmost labors can 2% 2^4 ^^^ IRISH SKETCH BOOK. never by possibility procure for them ; and in going ovei this admirable institution, where everybody is cleanly, healthy, and well-clad, I could not but think of the rags and filth of the horrid starvation market before mentioned \ so that the prison seemed almost a sort of premium for vice. But the people like their freedom, such as it is, and prefer to starve and be ragged as they list. They will not go to the poor-houses, except at the greatest extremity, and leave them on the slightest chance of existence elsewhere. Walking away from this palace of a prison, you pass amidst all sorts of delightful verdure, cheerful gardens, and broad green luscious pastures, down to the beautiful River Lee. On one side, the river shines away towards the city with its towers and purple steeples ; on the other it is broken by little water^ falls and bound in by blue hills, an old castle towering in the distance, and innumerable parks and villas lying along the pleasant wooded banks. How beautiful the scene is, how rich and how happy ! Yonder, in the old Mardyke Avenue, you hear the voices of a score of children, and along the bright green meadows, where the cows are feeding, the gentle shadows of the clouds go playing over the grass. Who can look at such a charming scene but with a thankful swelling heart ? In the midst of your pleasure, three beggars have hobbled up, and are howling supplications to the Lord. One is old and blind, and so diseased and hideous, that straightway all the pleasure of. the sight round about vanishes from you — that livid ghastly face interposing between you and it. And so it is throughout the south and west of Ireland, the traveller is haunted by the face of the popular starvation. It is not the exception, it is the condition of the people. In this fairest and richest of countries, men are suffering and starving by millions. There are thousands of theni at this minute stretched in the sunshine at their cabin doors with no work, scarcely any food, no hope seemingly. Strong countrymen are lying in bed ^^ for the hunger " — because a man lying on his back does not need so much food as a person a-foot. Many of them have torn up the unripe potatoes from their little gardens, to exist now, and must look to winter, when they shall have to suffer starvation and cold too. The epicurean, and traveller for pleasure, had better travel anyvv^here than here : where there are miseries that one does not dare to think of j where one is always feeling how helpless pity is, and how hope- less relief, and is perpetually made ashamed of being happy. THE IRISH SKE TCII BOOK. 3 ^ ^ I have just been strolling up a pretty little height called Grattan's Hill, that overlooks the town and the river, and where the artis.t that conies Corkwards may find many subjects for the pencil. There is a kind of pleasure-ground at the tcp of this eminence — a broad walk that draggles up to a ruined wall, with a ruined niche in it, and a battered stone bench. On the side that shelves down to the water are some beeches, and opposite them a row of houses from which you see one of the prettiest prospects possible — the shining river with the craft along the quays, and the busy city in the distance, the active little steamers puffing away towards Cove, the farther bank crowned with rich woods, and pleasant-looking country-houses ; perhaps they are tumbling, rickety and ruinous, as those houses close by us, but you can't see the ruin from here. What a strange air of forlorn gayety there is about the place ! ^7-the sky itself seems as if it did not know whether to laugh or cry, so full is it of clouds and sunshine. Little fat, ragged, smiling children are clambering about the rocks, and sitting on mossy door-steps, tending other children yet smaller, fatter, and more dirty. " Stop till I get you a posy " (pronounced /(^z£/^?- wawsei)^ cries one urchin to another. " Tell me who is it ye love, Jooly ? " exclaims another, cuddling a red-faced infant with a very dirty nose. More of fhe same race are perched about the summer-house, and two wenches with large purple feet are flap- ping some carpets in the air. It is a wonder the carpets will bear this kind of treatment at all, and do not be off at once to mingle with the elements : I never saw things that hung to life by such a frail thread. This dismal pleasant place is a suburb of the second city in Ireland, and one of the most beautiful spots about the town. What a prim, bustling, active, green-railinged, tea-gardened, gravel-walked place would it have been in the five-hundredth town in England ! — but you see the people can be quite as happy in the rags and without the paint, and I hear a great deal more heartiness and affection from these children than from their fat little brethren across the Channel. If a man wanted to study ruins, here is a house close at hand, not forty years old no. doubt, but yet as comjDletely gone to wreck as Netley Abbey. It is quite curious to study that house; and a pretty ruinous fabric of improvidence, extrava- gance, happiness, and disaster may the imagination build out of it ! In the first place, the owners did not wait to finish it before they went to inhabit it I This is written in just such an- other place ;— a handsome drawing-room with a good carpet, a 356 T^^E IRISH SKK TCH BOOK. lofty marble inantel-piece, and no paper to the walls. The door is prettily painted white and blue, and though not six weeks old a great piece of the wood-work is off already (Peggy uses it to prevent the door from banging to) ; and there are some fine chinks in every one of the panels, by which my neighbor may !see all my domgs. _ A couple of score of years, and this house will be just like yonder place on Grattan's Hill. Like a young prodigal, the house begins to use its constitu- tion too early ; and when it should yet (in the shape of carpen- ters and painters) have all its masters and guardians to watch and educate it, my house on Grattan's Hill must be a man at once, and enjoy all the privileges of strong health ! I would lay a guinea they were making punch in that house before they could keep the rain out of it ! that they had a dinner-party and ball before the floors were firm or the wainscots painted, and a fine tester-bed in the best room, where my lady might catch cold in state, in the midst of yawning chimneys, creaking win- dow-sashes, and smoking plaster. Now look at the door of the coach-house, with its first coat of paint seen yet, and a variety of patches to keep the feeble barrier together. The loft was arched once, but a great corner has tumbled at one end, leaving a gash that unites the windows with the coach-house door. Several of the arch-stones are re- moved, and the whole edifice is about as rambling and disor- derly as — as the arrangement of this book, say. Very tall tufts of mouldy moss are on the drawing-room windows, with long white heads of grass. As I am sketching this — honk / — a great lean sow comes trampling through the slush within the court- yard, breaks down the flimsy apparatus of rattling boards and stones which had passed for the gate, and walks with her- seven squeaking little ones to disport on the grass on the hill. The drawing-room of the tenement mentioned just now, with its pictures, and pulleyless windows and lockless doo-r^, was tenanted by a friend who lodged there with a sick' wife and a couple of little children ; one of whom was an infant in arms. It is not, however, the lodger — who is an Englishman — but the kind landlady and her family who may well be described here — for their like are hardly to be found on the other side of the Channel. Mrs. Fagan is a young widow who has seen better days, and that portrait over the grand mantel-piece is the pic- ture of her husband that is gone, a handsome young man, and well to do at one time as a merchant. But the widow. (she is as pretty, as lady-like, as kind, andas neatas ever widow could TIU: IRISJI SKETCH BOOK. 3^7 be) has lillle left to live upon but the rent of her lodgings and her furniture ; of which we have seen tlie best in the drawing- room. Siie has three tine children of her own : there is Minny, and Katey, and Patsey, and they occupy indifferently the duiing- room on the ground floor or the kitchen opposite; where in the midst of a great smoke sits an old nurse, by a copper of pota- toes which is always bubbling and full. Patsey swallows quan- tities of them, that'sclear : his cheeks are as red and shining as apples, and when he roars, you are sure that his lungs are in the finest condition. Next door to the kitchen is the pantry, and there is a bucketful of the before-mentioned fruit, and a grand service of china for dinner and dessert. The kind young widow shows them with no little pride, and .says with reason that there are few lodging-houses in Cork that can match such china as that. They are relics of the happy old tiiTies when Fagan kept his gig and horse, doubtless, and had his friends to dine — the happy prosperous days which she has exchanged for poverty and the sad black gown. Patsey, Minny, and Katey have made friends with the little English people up stairs ; the elder of whom, in the course of a month, has as fine a Munster brogue as ever trolled over the lips of any born Corkagian. The old nurse carries out the whole united party to walk, with the exception of the English baby, that jumps about in the arms of a countrywoman of her own. That is, unless one of the four Miss Pagans takes her; for four of them there are, four othc}' Miss Pagans, from eight- een downwards to fourteen : — handsome, fresh, lively, dancing, bouncing girls. You may always see two or three of them smiling at the parlor-window, and they laugh and turn away their heads when any young fellow looks and admires them. Now, it stands to reason that a young widow of five-and- twenty can't be the mother of four young ladies of eighteen downwards ; and, if anybody wants to know how they come to be living with the poor widow their cousin, the answer is, tney are on a visit. Peggy the maid says their papa is a gentleman of property, and can " spend his eight hundred a year." Why don't they remain with the old gentleman then, instead of quartering ox\ the poor young widow, who has her own little mouths to feed .?. The reason is, the o-ld gentleman has gone ^cW^i-married his coak ; mid the daughters have quitted him in a body, refusing to sit-down to dinner with -a person who ought by rights to be in the kitchen. The whole family (the- Pagans are.. of good £am-iiy) take the quarrel up. and h-ere are -the VQun^ people under shelter of the widow. 358 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. Four merrier tender-hearted girls are not to be found in all Ireland ; and the only subject of contention amongst them is, which shall have the English baby : they are nursing it, and singing to it, and dandling it by turns all day long. When they are not singing to the baby, they are singing to an old piano : such an old wiry, jingling, wheezy piano ! It has plenty of work, playing jigs and song accompaniments between meals and acting as a sideboard at dinner. I am not sure that it is a' rest at night either; but have a shrewd suspicion that it is turned into a four-post bed. And for the following reason : — Every afternoon at four o'clock, you see a tall old gentle- man walking leisurely to the house. He is dressed in a long great-coat with huge pockets, and in the huge pockets are sure to be some big apples for all the children — the English child amongst the rest, and she generally has the biggest one. At seven o'clock, you are sure to hear a deep vci:e shouting " Peggy ! " in an awful tone — it is the old gentleman calling for his " materials ;" which Peggy brings without any farther ado ; and a glass of punch is made, no doubt, for everybody. Then the party separates : the children and the old nurse have long since trampled up stairs \ Peggy has the kitchen for her sleeping apartment, and the four young ladies make it out some- how in the back drawing-room. As for the old gentleman, he reposes in the parlor ; and it must be somewhere about the piano, for there is no furniture in the room except that, a table, a few old chairs, a work-box, and a couple of albums. The English girl's father met her in the street one day, talking' confidentially with a tall old gentleman in a great-coat. " Who's your friend ? " says the Englishman afterwards to the little girl. " Don't you know him, papa ? " said the child in the purest brogue. " Don't you know him ? — That's Uncle James ! '"' And so it was : in this kind, poo", generous, bare- backed house, the English child found a set of new relations ; little rosy brothers and sisters to play with, kind women to take the place of the almost dying mother, a good old Uncle James to bring her home apples and care for her — one and all ready to share their little pittance with her, and to give her a place i.i their simple friendly hearts. God Almighty bless the widow and her mite, and all the kind souls under her roof ! How much goodness and generosity — how much purity, fine feeling — nay, happiness — may dwell amongst the poor whom we have been just looking at! Here, thank God, is an instance of this happy and cheerful poverty : and it is good to look, when one can, at the heart that beats under the threadbare THK IR/SJI SKETCH BOOK. 359 :oat, as well as the tattered old garment itself. Well, please [leaven, some of those people whom we have been looking at, ire as good, and not much less happy : but though they are iccustomed to their want, the stranger does not reconcile him- self to it quickly ; and I hope no Irish reader will be offended It my speaking of this poverty, not with scorn or ill-feeling, 3ut with hearty sympathy and good-will. One word more regarding the Widow Fagan's house. When Peggy brought in coals for the drawing-room fire, she carried them — in what do you think ? " In a coal-scuttle, to be sure," 5ays the English reader, down on you as sharp as a needle. No, you clever Englishman, it wasn't a coal-scuttle. " Well, then, it was in a fire-shovel," says that brightest of wits, guessing again. No, it ivasjCt a fire-shovel, you heaven-born genius ; and you might guess from this until Mrs. Snooks called you up to ::offee, and you would never find out. It was in something which I have already described in Mrs. Fagan's pantry. " Oh, I have you now, it was the bucket where the potatoes were; the thlatternly wetch ! " says Snooks. Wrong again ! Peggy brought up the coals — in a china PLATE 1 Snooks turned quite white with surprise, and almost choked himself with his port. " Well," says he, " of all the wu7ti count- with that I ever wead of, hang nxe if Ireland ithn't the tvwnmetkt. Coalth in a plate ! Mawyann, do you hear that ? In Ireland they alwayth thend up their coalth in a plate ! " CHAPTER VIII. FROM CORK TO BANTRY ; WITH AN ACCOUNT OF THE CITY OF SKIBBEREEN. That light four-inside, four-horse coach, the " Skibbereen Perseverance," brought me iifty-two miles to-day, for the sum Df three-and-sixpence, through a country which is, as usual, somewhat difficult to describe. We issued out of Cork by the western road, in which, as the Guide-book says, there is some- 360 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOIC thing very imposing. " The magnificence of the county court; house, the extent, soUdity, and characteristic sternness of the county jail," were visible to us for a few minutes; when turn ing away southward from the pleasant banks of the stream, the road took us towards Bandon, through a country that is bare and ragged-looking, but yet green and pretty \ and it alwayr seems to me, like the people, to look cheerful in spite of its wretchedness, or, more correctly, to look tearful and cheerfu. at the same time. The coach, like almost every other public vehicle I have seen in Ireland, was full to the brim and over it. What car send these restless people travelling and hurrying about fron place to place as they do } I have heard one or two gentlemer hint that they had " business " at this place or that ; and found afterwards that one was going a couple of score of miles to looM at a mare, another to examine a setter-dog, and so on. I did not make it my business to ask on what errand the gentlemei on the coach were bound ; though two of them, seeing ar Englishman, very good-naturedly began chalking out a routttj for him to take, and showing a sort of interest in his affairfl which is not with us generally exhibited. The coach, too seemed to have the elastic hospitality of some Irish houses ; ii accommodated an almost impossible number. For the greatet) part of the journey the little guard sat on the roof among thej carpet-bags, holding in one hand a huge tambour-frame, in the other a bandbox marked " Foggarty, Hatter." (What is therei more ridiculous in the name of Foggarty than in that of Smithjj and yet, had Smith been the name, I never should have laughec' at or remarked it.) Presently by his side clambered a green coated policeman with his carbine, and we had a talk about the vitriol-throwers at Cork, and the sentence just passed upon: them. The populace has decidedly taken part with the vitriol throwers : parties of dragoons were obliged to surround thet avenues of the court ; and the judge who sentenced them was abused as he entered his carriage, and called an old villain, and many other opprobrious names. This case the reader very likely remembers. A saw-mil!. was established at Cork, by which some four hundred sawyer* were thrown out of employ. \\\ order to deter the proprietors of- this and all other mills frojn using such instruments further, the sawyers determined to execute a terrible vengeance, an^ cast lots among themselves which of their bpdy should fling vitriol into the faces of the mill-owners.- The men who wer^'i chosen by the lot were to. execute this -horrible office pn_pain oi THE IK LSI f SKE I en BOOK. 361 ath, and did so, — frightfully burning and blinding one of the ntlemen owning the mill. Great rewards -were offered for e apprehension of the criminals, and at last one of their own idy came forward as an approver, and the four principal tors in this dreadful outrage were sentenced to be transported r life. Crowds of the ragged admirers of these men were mding round " the magnihcent county court-house " as we ,ssed the building. -Ours is a strange life indeed. What a torv of poverty and barbarity, and crime and even kindness, is that by which we passed before the magnificent county urt-house, at eight miles an hour ! What a chapter might a ilosopher write on them ! Look yond ~!r at those, two hun- ed ragged fellow-subjects of yours : they are kind, good, Dus, brutal, starving. If the priest tells them, there is scarce y penance they will not perform ; there is scarcely any pitch misery which they have not been known to endure, nor any gree of generosity of which they are not capable : but if a an comes among these people, and can afford to take land er their heads, or if he invents a machine which can work Dre economically than their labor, they will shoot the man twn without mercy, murder him, or put him to horrible tor- res, and glory almost in what they do. There stands the n ; they are only separated from us by a few paces ; they e as fond of their mother and children as we are ; their grat- de for small kindnesses shown to them is extraordinary ; they e Christians as we are ; but interfere with their interests, and ey wdll murder you without pity. It is not revenge so much which these poor fellows take, as a utal justice of their own. Now, will it seem a paradox to y, in regard to them and their murderous system, that the ly to put an end to the latter is to kill them no viore I Let g priest be able to go amongst them and say. The law holds man's life so sacred that it Mali on no account take it away. 3 man, nor body of men, has a right to meddle with human e : not the Commons of England any more than the Com- )ps of Tipperary. This may cost two or three lives, probably, til such time as the system may come to be known and un- rstood ; but which will be the greatest economy of blood in I end .'' By this time the vitriol-men were long passed away, and we gan next to talk about the Cork and London steamboats ; jjiich are made to pay, on account of the number of paupers lom the boats bring over from London at the charge of that y. The passengers found here, as in everything else almost ,62 7:JIE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. which I have seen as yet, another instance of the injury whic England inflicts on them. ''As long as these men are stron and can work," says one, *' you keep them ; when they are i bad health, you fling them upon us.'*' Nor could I convinei him that the agricultural gentlemen were perfectly free to stai at home if they liked : that we did for them what was done fo English paupers — sent them, namely, as far as possible on th way to their parishes ; nay, that some of frhem (as I have see with my own eyes) actually saved a bit of money during th harvest, and took this cheap way of conveying it and then selves to their homes again. But nothing would convince th gentleman, that there was not some wicked scheming on thl part of the English in the business ; and, indeed, I find upo: almost every other subject a peevish and puerile suspiciouii ness which is worthy of France itself. By this time we came to a pretty village called Innishannoi upon the noble banks of the Bandon river ; leading for thret miles by a great number of pleasant gentlemen's seats to Bar don town. A good number of large mills were on the banks c the stream ; and the chief part of them, as in Carlow, useles; One mill we saw was too small for the owner's great specuL lions ; and so he built another and larger one : the big mii cost him 10,000/., for which his brothers went security ; and,> •lawsuit being given against the mill-owner, the two mil3 stopped, the two brothers went off, and yon fine old house, K the style of Anne, with terraces and tall chimneys — one of tkl oldest country-houses I have seen in Ireland — is now inhabited by the natural son of the mill-owner, who has more such \i teresting progeny. Then we came to a tall, comfortable hous« in a plantation ; opposite to which was a stone castle, in i-ii shrubberies on the other side of the road. The tall house the plantation shot the opposite side of the road in a duel, arSi nearly killed him ; on which the opposite side of the road bui this castle, in order to plague the tall house. They are go©: friends now \ but the opposite side of the road ruined himset in building his house. I asked, " Is the house finished ? " A good deal of it is^^^ was the answer. — And then we came:;^ a brewery, about which was a similar story of extravagance am ruin ; but, whether before or after entering Bandon, does m matter. We did not, it appears, pass through the best part of Baa don : I looked along one side of the houses in the long strec through which Ave went, to see if there was a window withoD a broken pane of glass, and can declare on my eonsciei^ THE IRISH SKETCH BOO A'. 363 '' that every single window had three broken panes. There we 'ichanged horses, in a market-place, surrounded, as usual, by beggars ; then we passed through a suburb still more wretched '|and ruinous than the first street, and which, in very large let- '!ters, is called doyle street : and the next stage was at a place called Dunmanway, Here it was market-day, too, and, as usual, no lack of at- tendants : swarms of peasants in their blue cloaks, squatting 'fby their stalls here and there. There is a little miserable old market-house, where a few women were selling buttermilk ; an- ifother, bullocks' hearts, liver, and such like scraps of meat ; another had dried mackerel on a board ; and plenty of people huckstering of course. Round the coach came crowds of rag- gery, and blackguards fawning for money. I wonder who gives them any ! I have never seen any one give yet ; and Uvere they not even so numerous that it would be impossible to gratify them all, there is something in their cant and suppli- cations to the Lord so disgusting to me, that I could not give a halfpenny. In regard of pretty faces, male or female, this road is very liunfavorable. I have not seen one for fifty miles ; though, as it was market-day all along the road, we have had the opportunity to examine vast numbers of countenances. The women are, for the most part, stunted, short, with flat Tartar faces ; and the men no handsomer. Every woman has bare legs, of course ; and as the weather is fine, they are sitting outside their cabins, with the pig, and the geese, and the children sporting laround. Before many doors we saw a little flock of these useful animals, and the family pig almost everywhere : you might see him browsing and poking along the hedges, his fore and hind leg attached with a wisp of hay to check his propensity to roaming. Here and there were a small brood of turkeys ; now and then a couple of sheep or a single one grazing upon a scanty field, of which the chief crop seemed to be thistles and stone ; and, by the side of the cottage, the potato-field always. The character of the landscape for the most part is bare and sad ; except here and there in the neighborhood of the towns, where people have taken a fancy to plant, and where nature has helped them, as it almost always will in this country. If we saw a field with a. good hedge to it, we were sure to see a good crop inside. Many a field was there that had neither crop nor hedge. We passed by and over many streams. 3^4 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. runninp' bright through brilliant emerald meadows 3 and I saw a thousand charming pictures, which want as yet an Irish Berghem, A bright road winding lip a hill; on it a country care, with its load, stretching a huge shadow ; the before-men- tioned emerald pastures and silver rivers in the foreground ;. a noble sweep of hills rising up from them, and contrasting their magnificent purple with the green ; in the extreme dis- tance the clear cold outline of some far-off mountains, and the white clouds tumbled about in the blue sky overhead. It has no doubt struck all persons who love to look at nature, how different the skies are in different countries. I fancy Irish or' French clouds are as characteristic as Irish or French land-: scapes. It would be well to have a daguerreotype and get a' series of each. Some way beyond Dunmanway the road takes' us through a noble savage country of rocks and heath. Nor must the painter forget long black tracts of bog here and- there, and the water glistening brightly at the places where' the turf has been cut away. Add to this, and chiefly by the banks of rivers, a ruined old castle or two-: some were built by' the Danes, it is said. The O'Connors, the O'Mahonys, the O'Driscolls were lords of many others, and their ruined towers^ may be seen here and along the sea. Near Dunmanway that great coach, "The Skibbereen In- dustry," dashed by us at seven miles an hour; a wondrous vehicle: there were gaps between every one of the panels; vou could see daylight through and through it. Like our machine, it was full, with three complementary sailors on the roof, as little harness as possible to the horses, and as long stages as horses can well endure : ours were each eighteen- mile stages. About eight miles from Skibbereen a one-horse car met us, and carried away an offshoot of passengers to Bantry. Five passengers and their luggage, and a very wild,^- steep road: all this had one poor little pony to overcome!- About the towns there were some show of gentlemen's cars, smart and well appointed, and on the road great numbers of country carts ; an army of them met us coming from Skib- bereen, and laden with gray sand for manure. Before you enter the city of Skibbereen, the tall new poor- house presents itself to the eye of the traveller ; of the com- mon model, being a bastard-Gothic edifice, with a profusion of cottage-ornee (is cottage masculine or feminine in French 1) — of cottage-ornee roofs, and pinnacles, and insolent-looking stacks of chimneys. It is built for 900 people, but as yet not more than 400 have been induced to live in it ; the beggars THK IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. ^5 ^ )referrin^ the freedom of their precarious trade to the dismal ;ertainty within its walls. Next we come to the chapel, a very arge, respectable-looking building of dark-gray stone ; and )resently, behold, by the crowd of blackguards in waiting, The Skibbereen Perseverance" has found its goal, and you ire inducted to the "hotel " opposite. Some gentlemen were at the coach, besides those of lower legree. Here was a fat fellow with large whiskers, a geranium, nd a cigar; yonder a tall handsbme old -man that I would wear was a dragoon on half-pay. He had a little cap, a Tag- ioni coat, a pair of beautiful spaniels, and a pair of knee- )reeches which showed a ^ or)- handsome old leg ; and his >bject seemed to be to invite e\erybody to dinner as they got )ff the coach. No doubt he has seen the " Skibbereen Per- everance " come in ever since it was a "Perseverance." It s wonderful to think what will interest men in prisons or coun- ry towns ! There is a dirty coffee-room, with a strong smell of whiskey ; ndeed three young " materialists " are emplo3'ed at the moment : md I hereby beg to offer an apology to three other gentlemen —the captain, another, and the gentleman of the geranium, vho had caught hold of a sketching-stool which is my property, md were stretching it, and sitting upon it, and wondering, and alking of it, when the owner came in, and th.ey bounced off to heir seats like so many school-boys. Dirty as the place was, his w^as no reason w'hy it should not produce an exuberant linner of trout and Kerry mutton ; after which Dan the vaiter, holding up a dingy decanter, asks how much whiskey 'd have. That calculation need not be made here ; and if a man leeps \yell, has he any need to quarrel with the appointments )f his bedroom, and spy out the deficiences of the land ? As t was Sunday, it was impossible for me to say what sort of ;hops " the active and flourishing town " of Skibbereen con- ains. There were some of the architectural sort, viz. : with jilt letters and cracked mouldings, and others into which I bought I saw tli^cows walking; but it was only into their ittle cribs and paddocks at the back of the shops. There is I trim Wesleyan chapel, without any broken windows ; a neat :hurch standing modestly on one side. The Lower Street :rawls along the river to a considerable extent, having by- streets and boulevards of cabins here and there. The people came flocking into the place by hundreds, and i'ou saw their blue cloaks dotting the road and the bare open 366 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. plains beyond. The men came with shoes and stockings to- day, the women all bare-legged, and many of them might be seen washing their feet in the stream before they went up toL, the chapel. The street seemed to be lined on either side with blue cloaks, squatting along the doorways as is their wont. Among these, numberless cows were walking to and fro, and]), pails of milk passing, and here and there a hound or two went stalking about. Dan the waiter says they are hunted by the. handsome old captain who was yesterday inviting everybody., to dinner. Anybody at eight o'clock of a Sunday morning in summei may behold the above scene from a bridge just outside thei town. He may add to it the river, with one or two barges lying: idle upon it ; a flag flying at what looks like a custom-house . bare country all around ; and the chapel before him, with a swarm of the dark figures round about it. I went into it, not without awe (for, as I confessed before, I always feel a sort of tremor on going into a Catholic place ol worship : the candles, and altars, and mysteries, the priest and his robes, and nasal chaunting, and wonderful genuflexions, will frighten me as long as. I live). The chapel-yard was filledl. with men and women ; a couple of sl)abby old beadles were ati,, the gate, with copper shovels to collect money, and inside the-^. chapel four or five hundred people were on their knees, and^,,, scores more of the blue-mantles came in, dropping their curtsies^.j as they entered, and then taking their places on the flags. .^ And now the pangs of hunger beginning to make themselvesij, felt, it became necessary for your humble servant (after making|^ several useless applications to a bell, which properly declined,^ to work on Sundays) to make a personal descent to the inn-ij kitchen, where was not a bad study for a painter. It was ajj huge room, v.ith a peat fire burning, and a staircase walking, ^ up one side of it, on which stair was a damsel in a partialjj though by no means picturesque dishabille. The cook had..^ just come in with a great frothing pail of milk, and sat with,j her arms folded ; the ostler's boy sat dangling his legs from the.j; table ; the ostler was dandling a noble little boy of a year old,;,] at whom Mrs. Cook likewise grinned delighted. Here, too, sat Mr. Dan the waiter; and no wonder the breakfast was delayed. [^^ for all three of these worthy domestics seemed delighted with.,] the infant. ' |., He was handed over to the gentleman's arms for the space] j of thirty seconds ; the gentleman being the father of a family, jj and of course an amateur. THE IRISH SKE TCII B O OK. 367 " Say Dan for the gentleman," says the delighted cook. " Dada," says the baby ; at which the assembly grinned ith joy : and Dan promised I should have my breakfast " in hurry." But of all the wonderful things to be seen in Skibbereen, )an's pantry is the most wonderful : every article within is a lakeshift, and has been ingeniously perverted from its original estination. Here lie bread, blacking, fresh-butter, tallow- andles, dirty knives — all in the same cigar-box with snuff, lilk, cold bacon, brown sugar, broken teacups and bits of soap \o pen can describe that establishment, as no English imagin tion could have conceived it. But lo ! the sky has cleared fter a furious fall of rain — (in compliance with Dan's state- lent to that effect, " that the weather would be fine ") — and a ar is waiting to carry us to Loughine. Although the description of Loughine can make but a poor gure in a book, the ride thither is well worth the traveller's hort labor. You pass by one of the cabin-streets out of the Dwn into a country which for a mile is rich with grain, lough bare of trees ; then through a boggy bleak district, from ^hich you enter into a sort of sea of rocks, with patches of erbage here and there. Before the traveller, almost all the ay, is a huge pile of purple mountain, on which, as one comes ear, one perceives numberless waves and breaks, as you see mall waves on a billow in the sea ; then clambering up a liill, ^e look down upon a bright green flat of land, with the lake eyond it, girt round by gray melancholy hills. The water may e a mile in extent ; a cabin tops the mountain here and there ; entlemen have erected one or two anchorite pleasure-houses n the banks, as cheerful as a summer-house would be on Salis- ury Plain, I felt not sorry to have seen this lonely lake, nd still happier to leave it. There it lies- with crags all round :, in the midst of desolate plains : it escapes somewhere to the e,a ; its waters are salt : half a dozen boats lie here and there pon its banks, and we saw a small crew of boys plashing bout and swimming in it, laughing and yelling. It seemed a hame to disturb the silence so. The crowd of swaggering " gents " (I don't know the cor- ssponding phrase in the Anglo-Irish vocabulary to express a habby dandy) awaiting the Cork mail, which kindly goes A^enty miles out of its way to accommodate the towai of Skib- ereen, was quite extraordinary. The little street was quite locked up with shabby gentlemen, and shabby beggars, await- ig this daily phenomenon. The man who" had driven us to 368 THE IRIsrr SKETCH BOOK. Loughine did not fail to ask for his fee as driver ; and theT having received it, came forward in his capacity of boots an received another remuneration. The ride is desolate, ban and yet beautiful. There are a set of hills that keep one con pany the whole way ; they were partially hidden in a gray sk} which flung a general hue of melancholy too over the gree country through which v/e passed. There was only on wretched village along the road, but no lack of population ragged people who issued from their cabins as the coac passed, or were sitting by the wayside. Everybody seem sitting by the wayside here : one never sees this general repos in England — a sort of ragged lazy contentment. All th children seem to be on the watch for the coach ; waited veri knowingly and carefully their opportunity, and then hung o by scores behind. What a pleasure to run over flinty road with bare feet, to be whipped off, and to walk back to the cabi' again ! These were very different cottages to those neat one I had seen in Kildare. The wretchedness of them is quit; painful to look at ; many of the potato-gardens were half du; up, and it is only the first week in August, near three month before the potato is ripe and at full growth ; and the wint© still six months away. There were chapels occasionally, ano smart new-built churches — one of them h^s a congregation o ten souls, the coachman told me. Would it not be better tha the clergyman should receive them in his room, and that th' church-building money should be bestowed otherwise ? At length, after winding up all sorts of dismal hills specklei with wretched hovels, a ruinous mill every now and then, blacl bog-lands, and small winding str^^^ms, breaking here and ther- into little falls, we come upon so.iie ground well tilled an* planted, and descending (at no small risk from stumblin; horses) a bleak longhill, we see the water before us, and turn ing to the right by the har.vlsome little park of Lord Bearhaven enter Bantry. The harbor is beautiful. Small mountains ii green undulations rising on the opposite side ; great gray one farther back ; a pretty island in the midst of the water, whicl is v/onderfully bright and calm. A handsome yacht, and tW( or three vessels with their Sunday colors out, were lying in th' bay. It looked like a seaport scene at a theatre, gay, cheerful neat, and picturesque. At a little distance the town, too, i very pretty. There are some smart houses on the quays, : handsome court-house as. usual, a fine large hotel, and plent; of people flocking .round the wonderful coach. The town is most picturesquely situated, climbing up : THE JRfSH SKETCH BOOK, 369 vvoodecl hill, with numbers of neat cottages here and there, an ugly church with an air of pretension, and a large grave Ro- man Catholic chapel the highest point of the place. The Main Street was as usual thronged with the squatting blue cloaks, carrying on their eager trade of buttermilk and green apples, and such cheap" wares. With the exception of this street and the quay, with their whitewashed and slated houses, it is a town of cabins. The wretchedness of some of them is quite curious : I tried to make a sketch of a row which lean against an old wall; and are built upon a rock that tumbles about in the II oddest and most fantastic shapes, with a brawling waterfall dashing down a channel in the midst. These are, it appears, the beggars' houses : any one may build a lodge against that wall, rent-free ; and such places were never seen ! As for drawing them, it was in vain to try ; one might as well make a sketch of a bundle of rags. An ordinary pigsty in England is ' really more comfortable. Most of them were not six feet long ' or five feet high, built of stones huddled together, a hole being left for the people to creep in at, a ruined thatch to keep out ^some little portion of the rain. The occupiers of these places sat at their doors in tolerable contentment, or the children 'f came down and washed their feet in the water. I declare I believe a Hottentot kraal has more comforts in it : even to ^write of the place makes one unhappy, and the words move ^ slow. But in the midst of all this misery there is an air of " actual cheerfulness ; and go but a few score yards off, and these wretched hovels lying together look really picturesque J and pleasing. CHAPTER IX. RAINY DAYS AT GLENGARIFF. A SMART two-horse car takes the traveller thrice a week [from Bantry to Killarney, by way of Glengariff and Kenmare. Unluckily, the rain was pouring down furiously as we passed '^to the first-named places, and we had only opportunity to see urple mountains round about with only a few clouds veiling lieir peaks — the first thing I heard was the voice of Mr. Eccles ■epeating the story to a new customer. '' I thought thim couldn't be gintlemin," was the appropriate •emark of Mr. Tom the waiter, " from the way in which they :00k their whishky — raw with cold wather, widout mixi?ig or 'nythingy Could an Irish waiter give a more excellent defini- ion of the ungenteel "> At nine o'clock in the morning of the next day, the unlucky :ar which had carried the Englishmen to Bantry came back to jlengariff, and as the morning was very fine, I was glad to take idvantage of it, and travel some five-and-thirty English miles to jCillarney. 376 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. CHAPTER X. FROM GLENGARIFF TO KILLARNEY. The Irish car seems accommodated for any number of per- sons : it appeared to be full when we left Glengarift", for ai traveller from Bearhaven, and the five gentlemen from the yacht, took seats upon it with myself, and we fancied it was impossible more than seven should tjavel by such a convey- ance ; but the driver showed the capabilities of his vehicle?; presently. Hie journey from Glengarili to Kenmare is one "of I astonishing beauty; and I Jiave seen Killarney since, and ami sure that Glengariff loses nothing by comparison with ihis mosti famous of lakes. Rock, wood, and sea stretch around the traveller — a thousand delightful pictures : the landscape is atl first wild without being fierce, immense woods and plantations enriching the valleys — beautiful streams to be seen every- where. Here again I was surprised at the great population along the road ; for one saw but few cabins, and there is no village between Glengariff and Kenmare. But men and women were on banks and in fields ; children, as usual, came trooping up to the car ; and the jovial men of the yacht had great conversa- tions with most of the persons whom we met on the road. A merrier set of fellows it were hard to meet. '■ Should you like anything to drink, sir ? '' says one commencing the acquaint- ance. " We have the best whiskey in the world, and plenty of porter in the basket." Therewith the jolly seamen produced a long bottle of grog, which was passed round from one to an- other ; and then began singing, shouting, laughing, roaring for the whole journe3\ "British sailors have a knack, pull away — ho, boys ! " '• Hurroo, my fine fellow ! does your mother know you're out ? " " Hurroo, Tim Herlihy ! you're a flukc^ Tim Herlihy." One man sang on the roof, one hiirrod'd to the echo, another aposlrophized the aforesaid Herlihy as he passed grinning on a car ; a third had a pocket-handkerchief flaunting from a pole, v/ith which he performed exercises in the face of any horseman whom we met ; and great were their yells as the ponies shied off at the salutation and the riders swerved in their saddles. In the midst of this rattling chorus we went along : gradually the country grew wilder and more desolate, THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ,>;7 and we passed through a grim mountain region, bleak and bare, the road winding round some of the innumerable hills, and once or twice by means of a tunnel rushing boldly through them. One of these tunnels, they say, is a couple of Iiundred yards long ; and a pretty howling, I need not say, was made through that pipe of reck by the jolly yacht's crew. " We saw you sketching in the blacksmith's shed at Glengarilt," says one. and we wished we had you on board. Such a jolly life we led cf it ! " — They roved about the coast, they said, in their vessel : they feasted off the best of fish, mutton, and whiskey ; they had Gamble's turtle-soup on board, and fun from morning till niglil, and vice versa. Giadually it came out that there was not, owing to the tremendous rains, a dry corner in their ship: that they slung two in a huge hammock in the cabin, and that one of their crew had been ill, and shirked off. What a wonderful thing pleasure is ! To be wet all day and night ; to be scorched and blistered by the sun and rain ; to beat in and out of little harbors, and to exceed diurnally upon whiskey-punch — "faith, London, and an arm-chair at the club, are more to the tastes of some men. After much mountain-work of ascending and descending, (in which latter operation, and by the side of precipices that make passing cockneys rather squeamish, the carman drove like mad to the whooping and screeching of the red-rovers.) we at length came to Kenmare, of v.hich all that I know is that it lies prettily in a bay or arm of the sea ; that it is approached by a little hanging-bridge, which seems to be a wonder in these parts ; that it is a miserable little place when you enter it ; and that, finally, a splendid luncheon of all sorts of meat and excellent cold salmon may sometimes be had for a shilling at the hotel of the place. It is a great vacant house, like the rest of them, and would frighten people in England ; but after a few days one grows used to the Castle Rackrent style. I am not sure that there is not a certain sort cf com.fort to be had in these rambling rooms, and among these bustling, blundering waiters, which one does not always meet with in an orderly English house of entertainment. After discussing the luncheon, we found the car with fresh horses, beggars, idlers, policemen, &:c., standing round ot course ; and now the miraculous vehicle, which had held hitherto seven with some difficulty, was called upon to accom- modate thirteen. A pretty noise would our three Englishmen of yesterda}- — nay, any other Englishmen for the matter of that — have made. 378 THE IRISH SKE TCII B O OK. if coolly called upon to admit an extra parly of four into a mail-coach ! The yacht's crew did not make a single objection ^ a couple clambered up on the roof, where they managed to locate themselves with wonderful ingenuity, perched upon hard wooden chests, or agreeably reposing upon the knotted: ropes which held them together : one of the new passengers: scrambled between the driver's legs, where he held on some- how, and the rest were pushed and squeezed astonishingly in the car. Now the fact must be told, that five of the new passengers' (I don't count a little boy besides) were women, and very pretty, gay, frolicsome, lively, kind-hearted, innocent women too; and for the rest of the journey there was no end of laughing and shouting, and singing, and hugging, so that the caravan pre- sented the appearance which is depicted \\\ the frontispiece ofl this work. Now it may be a wonder to some persons, that with such a cargo the carriage did not upset, or some of us did not fall off ; to which the answer is that we did fall off. A very pretty woman fell off, and showed a pair of never-mind-what-coloredj garters, and an interesting English traveller fell off too : buti heaven bless you ! these cars are made to fall off from ; and! considering the circumstances of the case, and in the same company, I would rather fall off than not. A great number of polite allusions and genteel inquiries were, as may be imagined, made by the jolly boat's crew. But though the lady affected to be a little angry at first, she was far too good-natured to be: angry long, and at last fairly burst out laughing with the pas- sengers. We did not fall off again, but held on very tight, and just as we were reaching Killarney, saw somebody else fall offl from another car. But in this instance the gentleman had no lady to tumble with. But almost half the way from Kenmare, this wild, beautiful road commands views of the famous lake and vast blue moun- tains about Killarney. Turk, Tomies, and Mangerton were clothed in purple like kings in mourning ; great heavy clouds were gathered round their heads, parting away every now and then, and leaving their noble features bare. The lake lay for some time underneath us, dark and blue, with dark misty islands in the midst. On the right-hand side of the road would be a precipice covered with a thousand trees, or a green rocky flat, with a reedy mere in the midst, and other mountains rising as far as we could see. I think of that diabolical tune; in " Der Freischutz " while passing through this sort of country. THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. 37c) Every now and then, in the midst of some fresh country or in- closed trees, or at a turn of the road, you lose the sight of the great big awful mountain : but, like the aforesaid tune in " Der Frei^chutz," it is always there close at hand. You feel that it keeps you company. And so it was that we rode by dark old Mangerton, then presently past Muckross, and then through two miles of avenues of lime-trees, by numerous lodges and genlJemen's seats, across an old bridge, where you see the mountains again and the lake, until, by Lord Kenmare's house, a hic'e3us row of houses informed us that we were at Killarney. Here my companion suddenly let go my hand, and by a certain uneasy motion of the waist, gave me notice to withdraw the other too ; and we rattled up to the " Kenmare Arms : " and so ended, not without a sigh on my part, one of the mer- riest six-hour rides that five yachtmen, one cockney, five women and a child, the carman, and a countryman with an alpeep, ever took in their lives. As for my fellow-companion, she would hardly speak the next day ; but all the five maritime men made me vow and promise that I would go and see them at Cork, where I should have horses to ride, the fastest yacht out of the harbor to sail in, and the best of whiskey, claret, and welcome. Amen, and may every single person who buys a copy of this book meet with the same deserved fate. The town of Killarney was in a violent state of excitement with a series of horse-races, hurdle-races, boat-races, and stag- hunts by land and water, which were taking place, and attracted a vast crowd from all parts of the kingdom. All the inns were full, and lodgings cost five shillings a day — nay, more in some places ; for though my landlady, Mrs. Macgillicuddy, charges but that sum, a leisurely old gentleman whom I never saw in my life before made my acquaintance by stopping me in the street yesterday, and said he paid a pound a day for his two bedrooms. The old gentleman is eager for company ; and indeed, when a man travels alone, it is wonderful how little he cares to select his society ; how indifferent company pleases him ; how a good fellow delights him : how sorry he is when the time for parting comes, and he has to walk off alone, and begin the friendship-hunt over again. The first sight I witnessed at Killarney was a race-ordinary, where, for a suni of twelve shillings, any man could take his share of tiirbot, salmon, venison, and beef, with port, and sherry, and whiskey-punch at discretion. Here were the squires -So THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. of Cork and Kerry, one or two Englishmen, whose voice? amidst the rich liumming brogue round about sounded quite af lected (not that they were so, but there seems a sort of imper tinence in the shrill, high-pitched tone of the English ^•oicf here). At the head of the table, near the chairman, sat some brilliant young dragoons, neat, solemn, dull, with huge mus taches, and boots polished to a nicety. And here of course the conversation was of the l^orseT horsey : how Mr. Tliis had refused fifteen hundred guineas fo a horse which he bought for a hundred ; how Bacchus was th( best horse in Ireland ; which horses were to run at Something races ; and how the Marquis of Waterford gave a plate or ; purse. We drank " the Queen," with hip ! hip ! hurrah ! thi "winner of the Kenmare stakes" — hurrah! Presently th« gentleman next me rose and made a speech : he had brough a mare down and won the stakes — a hundred and sevent; guineas — and I looked at him with a great deal of respect Other toasts ensued, and more talk about horses. Nor am in the least disposed to sneer at gentlemen who like sportinii and talk about it: for I do believe that the conversation of : dozen fox-hunters is just as clever as that of a similar numbe of merchants, barristers, or literary men. But to this trade, a to all others, a man must be bred; if he has not learnt i thoroughly or in early life, he will not readily become a pre ficient afterwards, and when therefore the subject is broached had best maintain a profound silence. A young Edinburgh cockney, with an easy self-confidenc that the reader may have perhaps remarked in others of hi calling and nation, and who evidently knew as much of sportin_ matters as the individual who writes this, proceeded neverthcj less to give the company his opinions, and greatly astonished them all ; for these simple people are at first willing to believl that a stranger is sure to be a knowing fellow, and did not seer inclined to be undeceived even by this little pert, grinnin Scotchman. It was good to hear him talk of Haddingtoi Musselburgh — and heaven knows what strange outlandis places, as if they were known to all the world. And here woul be a good opportunity to enter into a dissertation upon natur; characteristics: to show that the bold, swaggering Irishmaij is really a modest fellow, while the canny Scot is a most brazen one ; to wonder why the inhabitant of one country is ashamei of it — which is in itself so fertile and beautiful, andhasproducec more than its fair proportion of men of genius, valor, and wit whereas it never enters into the head of a Scotchman to queg 1 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 38: ion his own equality (and sometliing more) at all : but that luch discussions are quite unprofitable ; nay, that exactly the :ontrary propositions may be argued to just as much length, rias the reader ever tried with a dozen of De Tocqueville's ;hort crisp philosophic apophthegms and taken the converse )f them ? The one or other set of propositions will answer equally well ; and it is the best way to avoid all such. Let the ibove passage, then, simply be understood to say, that on a certain day the writer met a vulgar little Scotchman — not that dl Scotchmen are vulgar ; — that this little pert creature prattled ibout his country as if he and it were ornaments to the world —which the latter is, no doubt ; and that one could not but ;ontrast his behavior with that of great big stalwart simple Tishmen, who asked your opinion of their country with as much noiiesty as if you — because an Englishman — must be somebody, md they the dust of the earth. Indeed, this want of self-confidence at times becomes quite gainful to the stranger. If in reply to their queries, you say ''ou like the country, people seem really quite delighted. Why ^.houldthey? Why should a stranger's opinion who doesn't ':now the country be more valued than a native's who does t — Suppose an Irishman in England were to speak in praise or libuse of the country, would one be j^articularly pleased or [tnnoyed ? One would be glad that the man liked his trijD ; but is for his good or bad opinion of the country, the country stands )n its own bottom, superior to any opinion of any man or men. I must beg pardon of the little Scotchman for reverting to dm (let it be remembered that there were two Scotchmen at Cillarney, and that I sjDeak of the other one) ; but I have seen 10 specimen of that sort of manners in any Irishman since I lave been in the country. I have met more gentlemen here han in any place I ever saw : gentlemen of high and low ranks, hat is to say :. men shrewd and delicate of perception, observ- .nt of society, entering into the feelings of others, and anxious o set them at ease or to gratify them ; of course exaggerating heir professions of kindness, and in so far insincere ; but the 'ery exaggeration seems to be a proof of a kindly nature, and wish in England we were a little more complimentary. In !)ublin, a lawyer left his chambers, and a literary man his iooks, to walk the town with me — the town, which they must :now a great deal too well : for, pretty as it is, it is but a small lace after all, not like that great bustling, changing, struggling /orld, the Englishman's capital. Would a London man leave is business to trudge to the Tower or the Park with a stran- 382 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ger ? We would ask him to dine at the club, or to eat whitebait at Lovegrove's, and think our duty done, neither caring for him,, nor professing to care for him ; and we pride ourselves on ouri honesty accordingly. Never was honesty more selfish. And^ so' a vulgar man in England disdains to flatter his equals, and chiefly displays his character of snob by assuming as much as he can for himself, swaggering and showing off in his coarse, dull, stupid way. " I am a gentleman, and pay my way," as the old fellow said at Glengariff. I have not heard a sentence near so vulgar; from any man in Ireland. Yes, by the way, there was another: Englishman at Cork : a man in a middling, not to say humble, , situation of life. When introduced to an Irish gentleman, his formula seemed to be, " I think, sir, I have met you somewhere before." " I am sure, sir, I have met you before," he said, for the second time in my hearing, to a gentleman of great note in Ireland. " Yes, I have met you at Lord X 's." " I don't know my Lord X ," replied the Irishman. "Sir," says the other, "/ shall have great pleasure in inirodiici7ig yoti to him." Well, the good natured simple Irishman thought this gentleman a very fine fellow. There was only one, of some dozen who spoke about him, that found out Snob. I suppose the Span- iards lorded it over the Mexicans in this way: their drummers passing for generals among the simple red men, their glass beads for jewels, and their insolent bearing for heroic superi- ority. Leaving, then, the race-ordinary (that little Scotchman with his airs has carried us the deuce knows how far out of the way), I came home just as the gentlemen of the race were beginning to "mix," that is, to forsake the wine for the punch. At the lodgings I found my five companions of the morning with a bottle of that wonderful whiskey of which they spoke ; and which they had agreed to exchange against a bundle of Liverpool cigars : so we discussed them, the whiskey, and other topics in common. Now there is no need to violate the sanctity of private life, and report the conversation which took place, the songs which were sung, the speeches which were made, and the other remarkable events of the evening. Suffice it to say, that the English traveller gradually becomes accustomed to whiskey- punch (in moderation of course), and finds the beverage very agreeable at Killarney ; against which I recollect a protest was entered at Dublin. But after we had talked of hunting, racing, regatting, and all other sports, I came to a discovery which astonished me, THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 383 and for which these honest, kind fellows are mentioned publicly here. The portraits, or a sort of resemblance of four of them, may be seen in the foregoing drawing of the car. The man with the straw hat and handkerchief tied over it is the captain of an Indiaman ; three others, with each a pair of mustaches, sported yacht-costumes, jackets, club anclior-buttons, and so forth ; and, finally, one on the other side of the car (who can not be seen on account of the portmanteaus, otherwise the likeness would be perfect,) was dressed with a coat and a hat in the ordinary way. One with the gold band and mustache is a gentleman of property ; the other three are attorneys every man of them : two in large practice in Cork and Dublin, the other, and owner of the yacht, under articles to the attorney of Cork. Now did any Englishman ever live with three at- torneys for a whole day without hearing a single syllable of law spoken ? Did we ever see in our country attorneys with mus- taches ; or, above all, an attorney's clerk owner of a yacht of thirty tons ? He is a gentleman of property too — the heir, that is, to a good estate ; and has had a yacht of his own, he says, ever since he was fourteen years old. Is there any Eng- lish boy of fourteen who commands a ship with a crew of five men under him ? We all agreed to have a boat for the stag- hunt on the lake next day ; and I went to bed wondering at this strange country more than ever. An attorney with mus- taches ! What would they say of him in Chancery Lane .'' CHAPTER XI. KILLARNEY — STAG-HUNTING ON THE LAKE. Mrs. Macgillicuddy's house is at the corner of the two principal streets of Killarney town, and the drawing-room win- dows command each a street. Before one window is a dismal, rickety building, with a slate face, that looks like an ex-town- hall. There is a row of arches to the ground floor, the angles at the base of which seem to have mouldered or to have been kicked away. Over the centre arch is a picture with a flour- ishing yellow inscription above, importing that it is the meeting- place of the Total Abstinence Society. Total abstinence is represented by the figure of a gentleman in a blue coat and 384 ^'^^^^ IRISH SKETCH BOOK. drab tights, with gilt garters, who is giving his hand to a lady \ between them is an escutcheon surmounted with a cross and charged with religious emblems. Cupids float above the heads and between the legs of this happy pair, while an exceedingly small tea-table with the requisite crockery reposes against the lady's knee ; a still, with death's-head, and bloody-bones, fill- ing up the naked corner near the gentleman. A sort of mar- ket is held here, and the place is swarming with blue cloaks and groups of men talking ; here and there is a stall with coarse linens, crockery, and cheese ; and crowds of egg and milk-women are squatted on the pavement, with their ragged customers or gossips ; and the yellow-haired girl on the next page, with a barrel containing nothing at all, has been sitting, as if for her portrait, this hour past. Carts, cars, jingles, barouches, horses and vehicles of all descriptions rattle presently through the streets : for the town is crowded with company for the races and other sports, and all the world is bent to see the stag-hunt on the lake. Where the ladies of the Macgillicuddy family have slept, heaven knows, for their house is full of lodgers. What voices you hear ! " Bring me some hot wa/^//," says a genteel, high-piped English voice. " Hwhere's me hot wather.?" roars a deep- toned Hibernian. See, over the way, three ladies in ringlets and green tabinet taking their " tay " preparatory to setting out. I wonder whether they heard the sentimental songs of the law-marines last night ? They must have been edified if! they did. My companions came, true to their appointment, and we walked down to the boats, lying at a couple of miles from the town, near the " Victoria Inn," a handsome mansion, in pretty grounds, close to the lake, and owned by the patriotic Mr. Finn, A nobleman offered Finn eight hundred pounds for the use of his house during the races, and, to Finn's eternal honor be it said, he refused the money, and said he would keep his house for his friends and patrons, the public. Let the Cork Steam-Packet Company think of this generosity on the part of Mr. Finn, and blush for shame ; at the Cork Agricultural Show they raised their fares, and were disappointed in their spec- ulation, as they deserved to be, by indignant Englishmen re- fusing to go at all. The morning had been bright enough ; but for fear of accidents we took our mackintoshes, and at about a mile from the town found it necessary to assume those garments and wear them for the greater part of the day. Passing by the THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 385 "Victoria," with its beautiful walks, park, and lodge, we came to a little creek where the boats were moored ; and there was the wonderful lake before us, with its mountains, and islands, and trees. Unluckily, however, the mountains happened to be in- vi3ible ; the islands looked like gray masses in the fog, and ^11 that we could see for some time was the gray silhouette of the boat ahead of us, in which a passenger was engaged in a witty conversation with some boat still further in the mist. Drumming and trumpeting was heard at a little distance, and presently we found ourselves in the midst of a fleet of boats upon the rocky shores of the beautiful little Innisfallen. Here we landed for a while, and the weather clearing up allowed us to see this charming spot : rocks, shrubs, and little abrupt rises and falls of ground, covered with the brightest emerald grass ; a beautiful little ruin of a Saxon chape!, lying gentle, delicate, and plaintive on the shore ; some noble trees round about it, and beyond, presently, the 'tower of Ross Castle : island after island appearing in the clearing sunshine, and the huge hills throwing their misty veils off, and wearing their noble robes of purple. The boats' crews were grouped about the place, and one large barge especially had landed some sixty people, being the Temperance band, with its drums, trumpets, and wives. They were marshalled by a grave old -getjtleman with a white waistcoat and queue, a silver medal decorating one side of his coat, and a brass heart reposing on the other flap. The horns performed some Irish airs prettily; and at length, at the instigation of a fellow who went swagger- ing about vv'ith a pair of whirling drumsticks, all formed to- gether and played Garryowen — the active drum of course most dreadfully out of time. Having strolled about the island for a quarter of an hour, it became time to take to the boats again, and we were rov/ed over to the wood opposite Sullivan's cascade, where the hounds had been laid in in the morning, and the stag was expected to take water. Fifty or sixty men are employed on the mountain to drive the stag lakewards, should he be inclined to break away: and the sport generally ends by the stag — a wild one — ■ making for the water with the pack swimming afterwards ; and here he is taken and disposed of : how I know not. It is rather a parade than a stag-hunt ; but, with all the boats around and the noble view, must be a fine thing to see. Presently, steering his barge, the " Erin," with twelve oars and a green flag sweeping the water; came by llie president of the sports, Mr. John O'C'onnell, a gentleman v.-ho aj^pears to be 386 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. liked by rich and poor here, and. by the latter especially is adored. " Sure we'd dhrown ourselves for him," one man told me : and proceeded to speak eagerly in his praise, and to tell numberless acts of his generosity and justice. The justice is rather rude in this wild country sometimes, and occasionally the judges not only deliver the sentence biit execute it ; nor does any one think of appealing to any more regular jurisdiction. The likeness of Mr. O'Connell to his brother is very striking ; one might have declared it was the Liberator sitting at the stern of the boat. Some scores more boats were there, darting up and down in the pretty, busy waters. Here came a Cambridge boat ; and where, indeed, will not the gentlemen of that renowned univer- sity be found ? Yonder were the dandy dragoons, stiff, silent, slim, faultlessly appointed, solemnly puffing cigars. Every now and then a hound would be heard in the wood, whereon num- bers of voices, right and left, would begin to yell in chorus — " Hurroo ! Hoop ! Vow — yow — yow ! " in accents the most shrill or the most melancholious. Meanwhile the sun had had enough of the sport, the mountains put on their veils again, the islands retreated into the mist, the .word went through the fleet to spread all umbrellas, and ladies took shares of mackintoshes and disappeared under the flaps of silk cloaks. The wood comes down to the very edge of the water, and many of the crews thought fit to land and seek tliis green shelter. There you miglit see how the da7idii(m sunwid genus hasit ulmo, clambering up tliither to hide from the rain, and many " membra " in dabbled russia-ducks cowering viridi sub arhuto ad aguce leiie caput. To behold these moist dandies the natives of the country came eagerly. Strange, savage faces might be seen peering from out of the trees : long-haired, bare- legged girls came down the hill, some with green apples and very sickly-looking plums ; some with whiskey and goat's milk : a ragged boy had a pair of stag's horns to sell : the place swarmed with people. We went up thje hilj to see the noble cascade, and when you say that it comes rushing down over rock and through tangled woods, alas ! one has said all the dictionary can help you to, and not enough to distinguish this particular cataract from any other. This seen and admired, we came back to the harbor v\rhere the boats lay, and from which spot the reader might have seen the lake ■ — that IS, you would see the lake, if the mist would only clear awa^^ But this for hours it did not seem inclined to do. We THE IRISrr SKETClf BOOK. 387 rowed up and dowii industriously for a period of time which seemed to me atrociously long, The bugles of the " Erin " had long since sounded " ilome, sweet home ! " and the greater part of the fleet had dispersed. As for the stag-hunt, all I saw of it was four dogs that appeared on the shore at different intervals, and a huntsman in a scarlet coat, who similarly came and went : once or twice we were gratified by hearing the hounds ; but at last it w\as agreed that there was no chance for the day, and we rowed off to Kenmare Cottage — where, on the lovely lawn, or in a cottage adjoining, the gentry picnic, and where, with a handkerchiefful of potatoes, we made as pleasant a meal as ever I recollect. Here a good number of the boats were assembled ; here you might see cloths spread and dinner going on ; here were those wonderful officers, looking as if they had just stepped from bandboxes, with — by heavens ! — not a shirt-collar disarranged nor a boot dimmed by the wet. An old piper was making a very feeble music, with a handkerchief spread over his face ; and, farther on, a little smiling German boy was playing an accordion, and singing a ballad of Hauff's. I had a silver medal in my pocket, with Victoria on one side and Britannia on the other, and gave it him, for the sake of old times and his round friendly face. Oh, little German boy, many a night as you trudge lonely through this wild land, must you yearn after Brudcrlein and Sdnvesierlein at home — yonder in stately Frankfurt city that lies by silver Mayn. 1 thought of vineyards and sunshine, and the greasy clock ii the theatre, and the railroad all the way to Wiesbaden, and the handsome, Jew country-houses by the Bockenheimer-Thor. -^ *- ■* ^ "Come along," says the boatman. "All the gintlemin are waiting for your honor." And I found them finishing the pota- toes, and we all had a draught of water from the lake, and so pulled to the middle of Turk Lake through the picturesque green rapid that floats under Brickeen Bridge. What is to be said about Turk Lake ? When there, we agreed that it was more beautiful than the large lake, of which it is not one-fourth the size ; then, when we came back, we said, "No, the large lake is the most beautiful." And so, at every point we stopped at, we determined that that particular spot was the prettiest in the whole lake. The fact is — and I don't care to own it — they are too handsome. As for a man coming from his desk in London or Dublin and seein':^ "the whole lakes in a day," he is an ass for his pains ; a child doing sums in addition might as well read the whole multiplication-table, and fancy he had it by heart. We should look at tiiese won -SS THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. derl'iil things leisurely and thoughtfully ; and even then, blessed i;^ he who understands them. I wonder what impression the slcrht made upon the three tipsy Englishmen at Giengariff ? Wiiat idea of natural beauty belongs to an old fellow who says he is " a gentleman, and pays his way ? " What to a jolly fox- h.unter, who had rather see a good " screeching " run with the liounds than the best landscape ever painted ? And yet they all come hither, and go through the business regularly, and would not miss seeing every one of the lakes and going up every one of the hills. By which circumlocution the writer v.ishes ingenuously to announce that he will not see any more lakes, ascend any mountains or towers, visit any gaps of Dun- loe, or any prospects whatever, except such as nature shall tiing in his way in the course of a quiet reasonable walk. In tlie Middle Lake we were carried to an' island where a ceremony of goat's-milk and whiskey is performed by some travellers, and where you are carefully conducted to a spot that " Sir Walter Scott admired more than alf.'' Whether he did or not, we can only say on the authority of the boatman ; but the place itself was a quiet nook, where three waters meet, and in- deed of no great picturesqueness when compared with the beauties around. But it is of a gentle, homely beauty — not like tlie lake, which is as a princess dressed f ut in diamonds and Aclvet for a drawing-room, and knowing herself to be faultless too. As for Innisfallen, it was just as if she gave one smiling peep into the nursery before she went away, so quiet, innocent, and tender is that lovely spot ; but, depend on it, if there is a lake fairy or princess, as Crofton Croker and other historians assert, she is of her nature a vain creature, proud of her person, and fond of the llnest dresses to adorn it. May 1 confess that X would rather, for a continuance, have a house facing a pad- dock, with a cow in it, than be always looking at this immense, overpowering splendor. You would not, my dear brother c:ockney from Toolcy Street } No, those brilliant eyes of thine were never meant to gaze at anything less bright than the sun. ^'our miglny spirit finds nothing too vast for its com.prehension, M)urns what is huml)le as unworthy, and onl}', like Foote's bear, tlances to " the genteelest of tunes." The long and short of the matter is, that on getting off the lake, after seven hours' rowing, I felt as much relieved as if I l-r.d been dimng for t.he same length of time with her Majesty tlie Queen, and went jumping home as gayly as possible ; but those marine lawyers insisted so piteously upon seeing Ross Castle, close to which we were at len?-t]i landed, that \ v;a«! THE IRISH SKE'I'Cn BOOK'. 3S9 obliged (in spite of repeated oaths to the contrary) to ascend that tower, and take a bird's eye view of the scene. Thank heaven, I have neither tail nor wings, and have not the slightest wish to be a bird : that continual immensity of prospect which stretches beneath those little wings of theirs must deaden their intellects, depend on it. Tomkins and I are not made for the immense : we can enjoy a little at a time, and enjoy that little very much ; or if like birds, wc are like the ostrich— not that we have fine feathers to our backs, but because we cannot fiy. Press us too much, and we become flurried, and run off and bury our heads in the quiet bosom of dear mother earth, and so get rid of the din, and the dazzle, and the shouting. Because we dined upon potatoes, that was no reason we should sup on buttermilk. Well, well ! salmon is good, and whiskey is good too. CHAPTER XII. KILLARNEY THE RACES MUCKROSS. The races were as gay as races could be, in spite of one or two untoward accidents that arrived at the close of the day's sport. Where all the people came from that thronged out of the town was a wonder ; where all the vehicles, the cars, barouches and shandrydans, the carts, the horse and donkey- men could have found stable and shelter, who can tell ? Of all these equipages and donkeypages I had a fine view from Mrs. Macgillicuddy's wdndow, and it was pleasant to see tlie happy faces shining under the blue cloaks as the carts rattled by. A very handsome young lady — I presume Miss MacG. — who gives a hand to the drawing-room and comes smiling. in with the teapot— INIiss M'acG., I say, appeared to-day in a silk bonnet and stiff silk dress, with a brooch and a black mantle, as smart as any lady in the land, and looking as if she was ac- customed to her dress too, which the housemaid on banks of Thames does not. Indeed, I have not met a more ladylike young person in Ireland than Miss MacG. ; and when I sav/ her in a handsome car on the course, I w^as quite proud of a bow. Tramping thither, too, as hard as they could walk, and as happy and smiling as possible, were Mary the coachman's wife 39^ THE IRISH S KEITH BOOK. of the day before, and Johanna with the child, and pvesenlly the other young lady : the man with the stick, you may be sure : he would toil a year for that day's pleasure. They are all mad for it : people walk for miles and miles round to the race ; they come without a penny in their pockets often, trusting to chance and charity, and that some worthy gentleman may fling them a sixpence. A gentleman told me that he saw on the course per- I sons from his part of the country, who must have walked eightyi miles for the sport. \ For a mile and a half to the racecourse there could be no pleasanter occupation than looking at the happy multitudes who were thronging thither ; and I am bound to say that on rich or poor shoulders I never saw so many handsome faces in my life. In the carriages, among the ladies of Kerry, every second woman was handsome ; and there is something pecu- liarly tender and pleasing in the looks of the young female peasantiy that is perhaps even, better than beauty. Beggars had taken their stations along the road in no great numbers, for I suspect they were most of them on the ground, and those who remained were consequently of the oldest and ugliest. It is a shame that such horrible figures are allowed to appear in public as some of the loathsome ones which belong to these unhappy people. On went the crowd, however, laughing and as gay as possible ; all sorts of fun passing from car to foot- passengers as the pretty girls came clattering by, and the " boys *' had a word for each. One lady, with long flowing auburn hair, who was turning away her head from some *' boys " very de- murely, I actually saw, at a pause of the cart, kissed by one of them. She i^ave the fellow a huo'C box on the ear and he roared out, " O murther ! " and she frowned for some time as hard as she could, whilst the ladies in the blue cloaks at the back of the car uttered a shrill rebuke in Irish. But in a minute the whole party was grinning, and the young fellow who had ad- ministered the salute may, for what I know, have taken an- other without the slap on the face by way of exchange. And here, lest the fair public may have a bad opinion of the personage who talks of kissing with such awful levity, let it l:e said that with all this laughing, romping, kissing, and the like, there are no more innocent girls in the world than the Irish girls ; and that the women of our squeamish country are far more liable to err. One has but to walk through an English and Irish town, and see how much superior is the morality of the latter. That great terror-striker, the Confessional, is before the Irish jjirl, and sooner or later her sins must be told there. THE fRISH SKEIVH BOOK. 3gi By this time we are got upon the course, which is really one of the most beautiful spots that ever was seen : the lake and mountains lying along two sides- of it, and of course visible from all. They were busy putting up the hurdles when we ar- rived : stiff bars and poles, four feet from the ground, with furze-bushes over them. The grand stand was already full ; along the hedges sat thousands of the people, sitting at their ease doing nothing, and happy as kings. A daguerreotype v/ould have been of great service to have taken their portraits, and I never saw a vast multitude of heads and attitudes so pictur- esque and lively. The sun lighted up the whole course and the lakes with amazing brightness, though behind the former lay a huge rack of the darkest clouds, against which the corn- fields and meadows shone in the brightest green and gold, and a row of white tents was quite dazzling. There was a brightness and intelligence about this immense Irish crowd, which I don't remember to have seen in an Eng- lish one. The women in their blue cloaks, with red smilirg faces peering from one end, and bare feet from the other, had seated themselves in all sorts of pretty attitudes of cheerful con- templation ; and the men, who are accustomed to lie about, were doing so now with all their might — sprawling on the banks, with as much ease and variety as club-room loungers on their soft cushions, — or squatted leisurely among the green potatoes. The sight of so much happy laziness did one good to look on. Nor did the honest fellows seem to weary of this amusement. Hours passed on, and the gentlefolks (judging from our party) began to grow somewhat weary; but the finest peasantry in Europe never budged from their posts, and continued to indulge in greetings, indolence, and conversation. When we came to the row of white tents, as usual it did not look so brilliant or imposing as it appeared from a little dis- tance, though the scene around them was animating enough. The tents were long humble booths stretched on hoops, each with its humble streamer or ensign without, and containing, of course, articles of refre'shment within. But Father Mathew has been busy among the publicans, and the consequence is that the poor fellows are now condemned for the most part to sell " tay " in place of whiskey ; for the concoction of which beverage huge cauldrops were smoking, in front of each luit- door, in round graves dug for the purpose and piled up with black smoking sod. Behind this camp were the carts of the poor people, which [were not allowed to penetrate into the quarter where the ^ o 2 TfrK [RISIJ SKE TCH B O OK. qiiaaiy cars sioocl. And a little way from the luits, a.-ain, you miccht see (for you could scarcely hear) certain pipe-s executing their melodies and inviting people to dance. Anything more lugubrious than the drone of the pipe, or the jig danced .to it, or the countenances of the dancers and musicians, I never saw. Round each set of dancers the peo- ple formed a ring, in tiie v/hich the figurantes and coryphees i, v/ent through their operations. The toes went in and the toes . went out ; th.en there came certain mystic figures of hands across, and so forth. \ never saw less grace or seemingly less \ enjoyment — no, not even in a quadrille. The people, howeve] took a 5:reat interest, and it v»as "Well done, Tim ! " " Step i, out. Miss Brady ! '' and so forth during the dance. Thimble-rig too obtained somewhat, though in a humble uay. *A ragged scoundrel — the image of Hogartivs Bad Ap- prentice — went bustling and shouting through the crowd with,, his dirty tray and thimble, and as soon as he had taken his^ post, stated that this was the "royal game of thimble" and! called upon " ginflemen " to come forward. And then a ragged fellow would be seen to approach, with as innocent iin air as he cc'uld assume, and the bystanders might remark that the second ragged fellow almost always w^on. Nay, he v.as ro 1 ene- volent, in many instances, as to point out to various people v.hr> had a mind to bet, under which thimble the pea actually was.J Meanwhile, the first fellow was sure to be looking riway and lalkirg to some one in the crowd ; but somehow it generall}; happened — and how of course I can't tell — that any man who listened to the advice of rascal No. 2, lost his money. I be- lieve it is so even in England. Then you would see gentlemen with halfpenny roulette- tables ; and, again, here were a pair who came forward disin- terestedly with a table and a pack of cards, and began playing against each other for ten shillings a game, betting crowns as freely as possible. Gambling, however, must have been fatal to both of tiies( gentlemen, else might not one have supposed that, if they were ii the habit of winning much, they would have treated themselves to better clothes ? This, however, is the way with all gambler< as the reader has no doubt remarked : for, look at a game of lo( or inngt-et-un played in a friendly way, «ind where you, and thre* or four others, have certainly lost three or four pounds,- — well ask at the end of the game who has won, and you invarial.il^ (ind that nobody has. Hopkins has only covered liimseif Snooks has neither lost nor won ; Smith has won four shillings THK IR rs/r Sk'E TCir B O OA'. -Mr. O -J . ) nd so on. Who gets Uie money ? The devil p,els it. 1 dare ay ; and so, no doubt, he has laid hold of the money of yonder entleman in the handsome great-coat. But, to the shame oi; the stewards be it spoken, they are ex- remely averse to this kind of sport ; and presentiy comes up ne. a stout old gentleman on a bav horse, wielding a huge hunt- ig-whip, at the Fight of wiiich nil i\\\ amateurs, idlers, profes- ional men and all. He is a rude ciiSLomer to deal Vv'ith, that entleman with the whip ; just now he was clearing tlie course, nd cleared it with such a vengeance, that a whole troop on hedge retreated backward into a ditch opposite, where was are kicking, and sprawling, and disarrangement of petticoats, nd cries of " O murther ! " " Mother of God ! " '' I'm kilt ! " nd so on. But as soon as the horsewhip was gone, the people lambered out of their ditch again, and were as tliick as ever on !x* bank. The last instance of the exercise of tlie whip shall be this. L groom rode insolently after a gentleman, calling him names, nd inviting him to fight. This the great flagellator hearing, :ide \v^ to the groom, lifted him gracefully off his. horse into the ir, and on to the ground, and when there administered to him severe and merited fustigation ; after which he told the course- eepers to drive the fellow off the course, and enjoined the atter not to appear again at his peril. As for the races themselves, I won't pretend to say that hey were better or worse than other such amusement : or to [uarrel with gentlem'en who choose to risk their lives in manly \ercise. In the first race there was a fall : one of the gentle- nen was carried off the ground, and it was said he 7uas deoii. n the second race, a horse and man went over and over each ther,and the fine young man (we had seen him five minutes be- ore, full of life and triumph, clearing the hurdles on his gray lorse, at the head of the race) : — in the second heat of t'le econd race the poor fellow missed his leap, was carried awny .tunned and dying, and the bay horse won. I was standing, during the first heat of this race, (this is he second man the gray has killed — they ought to call him tl e ^ale Horse.) by half a dozen young girls from the gentlemar. s '"illage, and hundreds more of them were there, anxious for tl e lonor of their village, the young squire, and the gray hor;.c. 'Dh, how they hurrah'd as he rode ahead ! I saw these girl: -~ Ihey might be fourteen years old — after the catastrojjhe. •Well," says I, " this is a sad end to the race." ''And is it 'hi''pin7z J.iiki:' or the hlue has won this time I " says one of ihf 394 T^^^ IRISH SKETCH BOO A". girls. It was poor Mr. C 's only epitaph : and wasn't it a sporting answer.? That girl ought to be a hurdle-racer's wife ; and I would like, for my part, to bestow her upon the groom who won the race. I don't care to confess that the accident to the poor young gentleman so thoroughly disgusted my feeling as a man and a cockney, that I turned off the racecourse short, and hired a horse for sixpence to carry me back to Miss Macgillicuddy. In the evening, at the inn, (let no man who values comfort go to an Irish inn in race-lime,) a blind old piper, with silvery hair and of a most respectable, bard-like appearance, played a great deal too much for us after dinner. He played very well, and with very much feeling, ornamenting the airs withflourishes and variations that were very pretty indeed, and his pipe was by far the most melodious I have heard ; but honest truth com- pels me to say. that the bad pipes are execrable, and the good inferior to a clarionet. Next day. instead of going back to the racecourse, a car drove me out to Muckross, where, in Mr. Herbert's beautiful grounds, lies the prettiest little bijoji of a ruined abbey ever seen — a little cl:apel with a little chancel, a little cloister, a little dormitorv, and in the midst of the cloister a wonderful huge yew-tree w^hich darkens the whole place. The abbey is ■ famous in book and le;;end ; nor could two young lovers, or ■ artists in search of the picturesque, or picnic-parties with the ; cold chicken and cltampagne in the distance, find a more ■ charming place to while away a summer's day than in the park of Mr. Herbert. But depend on it, for show-places and the due enjoyment of scenery, tliat distance of cold chickens and champagne is the most pleasing perspective one. can have. I would have sacrificed a mountain or two for the above, and would have pitched Mangerton into the Ir.ke for the sake of a friend with whom to enjoy the rest of the landscape. The walk through Mr. Herbert's demesne carries you, | through all sorts of beautiful avenues, by a fine house which he is building in the Elizabethan style, and from which, as from the whole road, you command the most wonderful rich views of the lake. The shore breaks into little bays, which the water washes ; here and there are picturesque gray rocks to meet it, the bright grass as often, or the shrubs of every kind which bathe their roots in the lake. It was August, and the men before Turk Cottage were cutting a second crop of clover, as fine, seemingly, as the first crop elsewhere : a short walk from it brought us to a neat lodge, whence issued a keeper THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 3^5 with a key, quite willing, for the consideration of sixpence, to conckict us to Turk waterfall. Kvergreens and other trees, in their brightest livery ; blue sky ; roaring water, here black, and yonder foaming of a daz- zling white ; rocks shining in the dark places, or frowning black against the light, all the leaves and branches keeping up a perpetual waving and dancing round about the cascade : what is the use of putting down all this ? A man might describe the cataract of the Serpentine in exactly the same terms, and the reader be no wiser. Suffice it to say, that the Turk cascade is even handsomer than the before-mentioned waterfall of O'Sul- livan, and that a man may pass half an hour there, and look, and listen, and muse, and not even feel the want of a com- panion, or so much as think of the iced champagne. There is just enough of savageness in the Turk cascade to make the Vx^"^ piquante. It is not, at this season at least, by any means fierce, only wild ; nor wai»^ the scene peopled by any of the rude, red-shanked figures that clustered about the trees of O'Sullivan's waterfall, — savages won't pay sixpence for the prettiest waterfall ever seen — so that this only was for the best of company. The road hence to Killarney caries one through Muckross village, a pretty cluster of houses, where the sketcher will find abundant materials f6r exercising his art and puzzling his hand. There are not only noble trees, but a green common and an old water-gate to a river, lined on either side by beds of rushes and discharging itself beneath an old mill-wheel. But the old mill-wheel was perfectly idle, like most men and mill-wheels in this country : by it is a ruinous house, and a fine garden of stinging-nettles : opposite it, on the common, is another ruinous house, with another garden containing the same plant ; and far away are sharp ridges of purple hills, which make as pretty a landscape as the eye can see. I don't know how it is, but throughout the country' the men and the landscapes seem to be the same, and one and the other seem ragged, ruined, and cheerful. Having been employed all day (making some abominable hjittempts at landscape-drawin^^^^, which shall not be exhibitec/ lere), it became requisite, as the evening approached, to recruit m exhausted cockney stomach — which, after a very modera:e portion of exercise, begins to sigh for beef-steaks in the most peremptory manner. Hard by is a fine hotel with a fine sign stretching along the road for the space of a dozen windows at east, and looking inviting enough. All the doors were open, 39^ THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. m and I walked into a great number of rooms, but the only person I saw was a woman with trinkets o[ arbutus, who offered me, by_^ way of refreshment, a walking-stick or a card-rack. I suppose, everybody was at t!ie races; and an evilly-disposed person might have laid main-basse upon the great-coats which were there, and the silver-spoons, if by any miracle such things were kept — but Britannia metal is the favorite composition in Ire- land ; or else iron by itself ; or else iron that has been silvered over, but that takes good care to peep out at all the corners of the forks : and blessed is the traveller who has not other ob- servations to make regarding his fork, besides the mere abra- sion of the silver. This was the last day's race, and on the next morning TSunda}'), all the thousands who had crowded to the race seemed trooping to tlie chapels, and the streets were blue with cloaks. Walking in to prayers, and without his board, came my young friend of tlie thimble-rig, and presently after sauntered in the fellow with the long coat, who had played at cards for sovereigns. I should like to hear the confession of himself and friend the next time they communicate with his reverence. The extent of this town is very curious, and I should imagine its population to be much greater than five thousand, whicli was the number, according to Miss Macgillicuddy. Along the three main streets are numerous arches, down every one of which runs an alley, intersected by other alleys, and swarming with people. A stream or gutter runs commonly down these alleys, in which the pigs and children are seen paddling ?ibout. The men and women loll at their doors or windows, to enjoy the detestable prospect. 1 saw two pigs under a fresh-made deal staircase in one of the main streets near the Bridewell : two very well-dressed girls, with their hair in ringlets, were looking out of the parlor-window : almost all the glass in the upper rooms was of course smashed, the windows patched here and there (if the people were careful), the wood-work of the door loose, the whitewash peeling off, — and the house evidently not two years old. By the Bridewell is a busy potato-market, picturesque to tlie sketcher, if not very respectable to the merchant : here \vere the country carts and the country cloaks, and the shrill beggarly bargains going on — a world of shrieking and gesticu- lating, and talk, about a pennyworth of potatoes. All round the town miserable streets of cabins are stretched. You see people lolling at each door, women staring and com- bing their hair, men witii their little pipes, ciiildren whose rags THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK'. 3(^7 liang on by a miracle, idling in a gutter. Are we to set all this down to absenteeism.,and pity poor injured Ireland ? Is the land- lord's absence the reason why the house is filtny, and Biddy lolls in the porch all day ? Upon my word, I have heard people talk as if, when Pat's thatch was blown off, the landlord ought to ro fetch the straw and the ladder, and mend it himself. People need not be dirty if they are ever so idle ; if they are ever \:o poor, pigs and men need not live together. Half an hour's work, and digging a trench, might remove that filthy dunghill from that filthy window. The smoke might as well come oi:t of the chimney as out of the door. Why should not Tim do thai, instead of walking a hundred-and-sixty miles to a race ? The priests might do much more to effect these reforms than even the landlords themselves : and I hope now that the excellent Father Mathew has succeeded in arraying his clergy to work with liim in the abolition of drunkenness, they will attack the monster Dirt, with the same good-will, and surely with the same suc- cess. CHAPTER XIII. TRALEE LISTOWEL TARBERT. I MADE the journey to Tralee next day, upon one of the famous Bianconi cars — very comfortable conveyances too, if the booking-offfcers would only receive as many persons as the car would hold, and not have too many on the seats. For half an hour before the car left Killarney, I observed people had taken their seats : and, let all travellers be cautious to do likewise, lest, although they have booked their places, they be requested to mount on the roof, and accommodate themselves on a bandbox, or a pleasant deal trunk with a knotted rope, to prevent it from being slippery, while the corner of anothei/ box jolts against your ribs for the journey. I had put my cca/ on a place, and was stepping to it, when a lovely lady wil/i great activity jumped up and pushed the coat on the roof, aud not only occupied my seat but insisted that her husband should have the next one to her. So there was nothing for it but to make a- huge shouting with the book-keeper and call instantly for the taking down of my luggage, and vow my great gods that I would take a post-chaise and make the office pay : on 398 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. which, I am ashamed to say, some other person was made to give up a decently comfortable seat on the roof, which 1 occu- pied, the former occupant hanging on — heaven knows where or how. A company of. young squires were on the coach, and they talked of horse-racing and hunting punctually for three hours, during which time I do believe they did not utter one single word upon any other subject. What a wonderful faculty it is !] The writers of Natural Histories, in describing the noble] horse, should say he is made not only to run, to carry burdens, &c., but to be talked about. What would hundreds of thou- sands of dashing young fellows do with their tongues, if they had not this blessed subject to discourse on ? As far as the country went, there was here, to be sure, not much to be said. You pass through a sad-looking, bare, un- dulating country, with few trees, and poor stone-hedges, and poorer crops ; nor have I 3^et taken in Ireland so dull a ride. About half way between Tralee and Killarney is a wretched town, where horses are changed, and where I saw more hideous beggary than anywhere else, I think. And 1 was glad to get over this gloomy tract of country, and enter the capital of Kerry. It has a handsome description in the guide-books ; but, if I mistake not, the English traveller will find a stay of a couple of hours in the town quite sufficient to gratify his curiosity with respect to the place. There seems to be a great deal of poor business going on ; the town thronged with people as usual ; the shops large and not too splendid. There are two or three rows of respectable houses, and a mall, and the townspeople have the further privilege of walking in the neighboring grounds of a handsome park, which the proprietor has liberally given to their use. Tralee has a newspaper, and boasts of a couple of clubs : the one I saw was a big white house, no windows broken, and looking comfortable. But the most curious sight of the town was the chapel, with the festival held there. It was the feast of the Assumption of the Virgin, (let those who are acquainted with the calendar and the facts it commemorates say what the feast was, and when it falls,) and all the country seemed to be present on the occasion : the chapel and the lai"ge court leading to it were thronged with worshippers, such as one never sees in our country, where devotion is by no means so crowded as here. Here, in the court-yard, there were thousands of them on their knees, rosary in hand, for the most part praying, and mumbling, and casting a wistful look 'IJIE IK ISII SKETCH I^OOK 399 round as the strangers passed. In a corner was an old man groaning in the agonies of death or colic, and a woman got of[ her knees to ask us for charity for the unhappy old fellow. In the chapel the crowd was enormous : the priest and his people, were kneeling, and bowing, and humming, and chanting, and censor-rattling ; the ghostly crew being attended by a fellow that I don't remember to have seen in continental churches, a sort of Catholic clerk, a black shadow to the parson, bowing his head when his reverence bowed, kneeling when he knelt, only three steps lower. But we who wonder at copes and candlesticks, see nothing strange in surplices and beadles. A Turk, doubtless, would sneer equally at each, and have you to understand that the only reasonable ceremonial was that which took place at his mosque. Whether right or wrong in point of ceremony, it was evi- dent the heart of devotion was there : the immense dense crowd moaned and suayed, and you ixcard a hum of all sorts of wild ejaculations, each man praying seemingly for himself, while the service went on at the altar. The altar candles flickered red in the dark, steaming place, and every now and then from the choir you heard a sweet female voice chanting Mozart's music, which swept over the heads of the people a great deal more pure and delicious than the best incense that ever smoked out of pot. On the chapel floor, just at the entry, lay several people moaning, and tossing, and telling their beads. Behind the old woman was a font of holy water, up to which little children were clambering ; and in the chapel-yard were several old women, with tin cans full of the same sacred fluid, with which the people, as they entered, aspersed themselves with all their might, flicking a great quantity into their faces, and making a curtsey and a prayer at the same time. " A pretty prayer, truly ! " says the parson's wife. " What sad, sad, benighted superstition ! " says the Independent minister's lady. Ah ! ladies, great as your intelligence is, yet think, when compared with the Supreme One, what a little difference there is after all between your husbands' very best extempore oration and the poor Popish creatures' ! One is just as far off Infinite Wisdom as the other : and so let us read the story of the woman and her pot of ointment, that most noble and charming of histories ; which equalizes the great and the small, the wise and the poor in spirit, and shows that their merit before heaven lies in doing their best. 4Po 'rilE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. When I came out of the chapel, the old fellow on the point of death was still howling and groaning in so vehement a man- ner, that I heartily trust he was an impostor, and that on re- ceiving a sixijence he went home tolerably comfortable, having secured a maintenance for that day. But it will be long before I can forget the strange, wild scene, so entirely different was it from the decent and comfortable observances of our own church. Three cars set off together from Tralee to Tarbert : three cars full to overflowing. The vehicle before us contained nineteen persons, half a dozen being placed in the receptacle called the well, and one clinging on as if by a miracle at the bar behind. What can people want at Tarbert ? I wondered ; or anywhere else, indeed, that they rush about from one town to another in this inconceivable way ? All the cars in all the towns seem to be thronged : people are perpetually hurrying from one dismal tumble-down town to another; and yet no business is done anywhere that I can see. The cl)ief part of the contents of our three cars was discharged at Lis- towel, to which, for the greater part of the journey, the road was neither more cheerful nor picturesque than that from Killarney to Tralee. As, however, you reach Listowel, the county becomes better cultivated, the gentlemen's seats are more frequent, and the town itself, as seen from a little dis- tance, lies very prettily on a river, which is crossed by a hand- some bridge, which leads to a neat-looking square, which contains a smartish church, which is flanked by a big Roman Catholic chapel, &c. An old castle, gray and ivy-covered, stands hard by. It is one of the strongholds of the Lords of Kerry, whose burying-place (according to the information of the coachman) is seen at about a league from the town. But pretty as Listowel is from a distance, it has, on a more intimate acquaintance, by no means the jDrosperous appearance which a first glance gives it. The place seemed like a scene at a country theatre, once smartly painted by the artist ; but the paint has cracked in many places, the lines are worn away, and the whole piece only looks more shabby for the flaunting strokes of the brush which remain. And here, of course, came the usual crowd of idlers round the car : the epileptic idiot hold- ing piteously out his empty tin snuff-box : the brutal idiot, in an old soldier's coat, proffering his money box and grinning and clattering the single halfpenny it contained ; the old man with no eyelids, calling upon you in the name of the Lord ; the woman with a cliild at her hideous, wrinkled breast : the THE IRISH SKETCH BOOfv. ^oi children without number. As for trade, there seemed to be none : a great Jeremy-Djddler kind of hotel stood hard by, swaggering and out at elbows, and six pretty girls were smiling out of a beggarly straw-bonnet shop, dressed as smartly as any gentleman's daughters of good estate. It was good, among the crowd of bustling, shrieking fellows, who were "jawing" vastly and doing nothing, to see how an English bagman, with scarce any words, laid hold of an ostler, carried him off vi el a?-jnis in the midst of a speech, in which the latter was going to explain his immense activity and desire to serve, pushed him into a stable, from which he issued in a twinkling, leading the ostler and a horse, and had his bag on the car <\nd his horse off in about two minutes of time, while the natives were still shouting round about other passengers' portmanteaus. Some time afterwards, away we rattled on our own journey to Tarbert, having a postilion on the leader, and receiving, I must say, some graceful bows from the young bonnet-maker- esses. But of all the roads over which human bones were ever jolted, the first part of this from Listowel to Tarbert de- serves the palm. It shook us all into headaches ; it shook some nails out of the side of a box I had ; it shook all the cords loose in a twinkling, and sent the baggage bumping about the passengers' shoulders. The coachman at the call of another English bagman, who was a fellow-traveller, — ^the postilion at the call of the coachman, descended to re-cord the baggage. The English bagman had the whole mass of trunks and bags stoutly corded and firmly fixed in a few seconds ; the coach- man helped him as far as his means allowed ; the postilion stood by with his hands in his pockets, smoking his pipe, and never offering to. stir a finger. I said to him that I was de- lighted to see in a youth of sixteen that extreme activity and willingness to oblige, and that I would give him a handsome remuneration for his services at the end of the journey : the young rascal grinned with all his might, understanding the satiric nature of the address perfectly well ; but he did not take his hands out of his pockets for all that, until it was time for him to get on his horse again, and then, having carried us over the most diiticult part of the journey, removed his horse and pipe, and rode away with a parting grin. The cabins along the road were not much better than those to be seen south of Tralee, but the people were far better clothed, and indulged in several places in the luxury of pig- sties. Near the prettily situated village of Ballylongford, we came in sight of the Shannon mouth ; and a huge red round 26 402 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK moon, that shone behind an old convent on the banks of the bright river, with dull green meadows between it and us, and white purple flats beyond, would be a good subject for the pen- cil of any artist whose wTist had not been put out of joint by the previous ten miles' journey. The town of Tarbert, in the guide-books and topographical dictionaries, flourishes considerably. You read of its port, its corn and provision stores, &c., and of certain good hotels ; for which as travellers w'e were looking with a laudable anxiety. The town, in fact, contains about a dozen of houses, some hun- dreds of cabins, and two hotels ; to one of which we were driven, and a kind landlady, conducting her half-dozen guests into a snug parlor, was for our ordering refreshment imme- diately, — which I certainly should h ive done, but for the omin- ous whisper of a fellow in the crow'd as we descended (of course a disinterested patron of the other house), who hissed into my ears, "^j-/^ }o sc. the ^^^j-.- " which proposal, accord- ingly, 1 made before coming to any determination regarding supper. The w^orthy landlady eluded my questions several times with great skill and good-humor, but it became at length neces- sary to answer it ; which she did by putting on as confident an air as possible, and leading the way up stairs to a bedroom, where there was a good large comfortable bed certainly. The only objection to the bed, however, was that it con- tained a sick lady, whom the hostess proposed to eject without any ceremony, saying that she was a great deal better, and going to get up that very evening. However, none of us had the heart to tyrannize over lovely woman in so painful a situ- ation, and the hostess had the grief of seeing four out of her five guests repair across the way to " Brallaghan's " or " Galla- gher's Hotel," — the name has fled from my memory, but it is the big hotel in the place ; and unless the sick lady has quit- ted the other inn, which most likely she has done by this time, the English traveller will profit by this advice, and on arrival at Tarbert will have himself transported to " Gallagher's " at once. The next morning a car carried us to Tarbert Point, where there is a pier not yet completed, and a Preventive station, and where the Shannon steamers touch, that ply between Kilrush and Limerick. Here lay the famous river before us, with low banks and rich pastures on either side. THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 40,5 CHAPTER XIV. LIMERICK. A CAPITAL Steamer, which on this day was thronged with people, carried us for about four hours down the noble stream and landed us at Limerick quay. The character of the land- scape on either side the stream is not particularly picturesque, but large, liberal, and prosperous. Gentle sweeps of rich meadows and corn-fields cover the banks, and some, though not too man}', gentlemen's parks and plantations rise here and there. But the landscape was somehow more pleasing than if it had been merely picturesque ; and, especially after coming out of that desolate county of Kerry, it was pleasant for the eye to rest upon this peaceful, rich, and generous scene. The first aspect of Limerick is very smart and pleasing : fine neat quays with considerable liveliness and bustle, a very handsome bridge (the Wellesley Bridge) before the spectator ; who, after a walk through two long and flourishing streets, stops at length at one of the best inns in Ireland — the large, neat, and pros- perous one kept by Mr. Cruise. Except at Youghal, and the poor fellow whom the I^nglishman belabored at Glengariff, Mr. Cruise is the only landlord of an inn I have had the honor to see in Ireland. I believe these gentlemen commonly (and very naturally) prefer riding with the hounds, or manly sports, to attendance on their guests ; and the landladies, if they prefer to play the piano, or to have a game of cards in the parlor, only show a taste at which no one can wonder : for who can expect a lady to be troubling herself with vulgar chance- customers, or looking after Molly in the bedroom or waiter Tim in the cellar ? Now beyond this piece of information regarding the excel- ience of Mr. Cruise's hotel, which every traveller knows, the writer of this doubts very much whether he has anything to say about Limerick that is worth the trouble of saying or reading. I can't attempt to describe the Shannon, only to say that on board the steamboat there was a piper and a bugler, a hundred of genteel persons coming back from donkey-riding and bath- ^o4 '^^^^ misii SKETCH book: ing at Kilkee, a couple of heaps of raw hides that smelt very foully, a score of women nursing ciiildren, and a lobster-vendor, who vowed to me upon his honor that he gave eightpence apiece for his fish, and that he had boiled them only the day before ; but when I produced the Guide-book, and solemnly told him to sv/ear upon that to the trutli of his statement, \Vx\ lobster-seller turned away quite abashed, and would not be brought to support his previous assertion at all. Well, this is no description of the Shannon, as you have no need to be told, and other travelling cockneys will no doubt meet neither piper nor lobster-seller, nor raw hides ; nor, if they come to the inn where this is written, is it probable that they will hear, as I do this present moment, two fellows with red whiskers, and im- mense pomp and noise and blustering with the waiter, conclude by ordering a pint of ale between them. All that one can hope to do is, to give a sort of notion of the movement and manners of the ]Deople ; pretending by no means to offer a description of ]/acjs, but simply an. account of what one sees in them. Lo that if any traveller after staying two days in Limerick should think fit to present the reader with forty or fifty pages of dissertation upon the antiquities and history of the place, upon the state of commerce, religion, education, the public may be pretty w^ell sure that the traveller has been at work among the guide-books, and filching extracts from the topographical and local works. They say there are three towns to make one Limerick : there is the Irish Town on the Clare side ; the English Town with its old castle (which has sustained a deal of battering and blows from Danes, from fierce Irish Kings, from English w^arriors who took an interest in the place, Henry Secundians, Elizabethans, Cromwellians, and, vice versa, Jacobites, King Williamites, — and nearly escaped being in the hands of the Robert Emmett- ites) ; and finally the district called Newtown-Pery. In walk- ing through this latter tract, you are at first led to believe that you are arrived in a second Liverpool, so tall are the ware-, houses and broad the quays ; so neat and trim a street of near a mile which stretches before you. But even this mile-long' street does not, in a few minutes, appear to be so wealthy and prosperous as it shows at first glance ; for of the population that throng the streets, two-fifths are barefooted women, and i two-fifths more ragged men : and the most part of the shops] which have a grand show with them appear, when looked into, j to be no better than they should be, being empty makeshift- ' looking places with their best goods outside. THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 405 Here, in thishaiiclsome street too, is a liandsome club-house, svith plenty of idlers, you may be sure, lolling at the portico ; ikewise you see numerous young officers, with very tight waists and absurd brass shell-epaulettes to their little absurd frock- :oats, walking the pavement — the dandies of the street. Then you behold whole troops of pear, apple, and plum-women, sell- ing very raw, green looking fruit, which, indeed, it is a wpnder that any one should eat and live. The houses are bright red — the street is full and gay, carriages and cars in plenty go jing- ling by — dragoons in red are every now and then clattering up the street, and as upon every car which passes with ladies in it you are sure (I don't know how it is) to see a pretty one, the great street of Limerick is altogether a very brilliant and ani- mated sight. If the ladies of the place are pretty, indeed the vulgar are scarcely less so. I never saw a greater number of kind, pleas- ing, clever-looking faces among any set of people. There seem, however, to be two sorts of physiognomies which are common : the pleasing and somewhat melancholy one before mentioned, and a square, high-cheeked, flat-nosed physio.2;nomy, not un- commonly accompanied by a hideous staring head of dry red hair. Except, however, in the latter case, the -hair flowing loose and long is a pretty characteristic of the women of the country : many a fair one do you see at the door of the cabin, or the poor shop in the town, combing complacently that "greatest ornament of female beauty," as Mr. Rowland justly calls it. The generality of the women here seem also much better clothed than in Kerry ; and I saw many a one going barefoot, whose gown was nevertheless a good one, and whose cloak was of fine cloth. Likewise it must be remarked, that the beggars in Limerick were by no means so numerous as those in Cork, or in many small places through which I have passed. There v^^ere but five, strange to say, round the mail-coach as we went away ; and, indeed, not a great number in the streets. The belles lettres seem to be by no means so well cultivated here as in Cork. I looked in vain for a Limerick guide-book : I saw but one good shop of books, and a little trumpery cir- culating library, which seemed to be provided with those im- mortal works of a year old — which, having been sold for half a guinea the volume at first, are suddenly found to be worth only a shilling. Among these, let me mention, with perfect resigna- tion to the decrees of fate, the works of one Titmarsh : they 4o6 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. were rather smartly bound by an enterprising publisher, and T looked at them in Bishop Murphy's Library at Cork, in a book- shop in the remote little town of Ennis, and elsewhere, with a melancholy tenderness. Poor flowerets of a season ! (and a very short season too), let me be allowed to salute your scattered leaves with a passing sigh i * * * Besides the book-shops, I observed in the long, best street of Limerick a half-dozen of what are called P>ench shops, with knicknacks, German-silver chimney-ornaments, and paltry finery. In the windows of these you saw a card wdth " Cigars ; " in the book- shop, " Cigars ; " at the grocer's, the whiskey-shop, " Cigars : " • everybody sells the noxious weed, or makes believe to sell it, and I know no surer indication of a struggling, uncertain trade than that same placard of "Cigars." I went to buy some of the pretty Limerick gloves (they are chiefly made, as I have since discovered, at Cork). I think the man who sold them had a patent from the Queen, or his Excellency, or both, in his win- dow : but, seeing a friend pass just as I entered the shop, he brushed past, and held his friend in conversation for some min- utes in the street, — about the Killarney races no doubt, or the fun going on at Kilkee. I might have swept away a bagful of wal- nut-shells containing the flimsy gloves \ but instead walked out, making him a low bow, and saying I would call the next week. He said "wouldn't I wait? " and resumed his conver- sation ; and, no doubt, by this way of doing business, is making a handsome independence. I asked one of the ten thousand fruit-women the price of her green pears. " Twopence apiece," she said ; and there were two little ragged beggars standing by, who were munching the fruit. A book-shopwoman made me pay threepence for a bottle of ink which usually costs a penny ; a potato-woman told me that her potatoes cost four- teenpence a stone : and all these ladies treated the stranger with a leering, wheedling- servility which made me long to box their ears, were it not that the man who lays his hand upon a woman is an, &c., whom 'twere gross flattery to call a what-d'ye- call-'im ? By the way, the man who played Duke Aranza at Cork deli^^ered the celebrated claptrap above alluded to as follows — "The man who lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a villain, Whom 'twere a gross piece of flattery to call a coward ; '' and looked round calmly for the applause, which deservedly followed his new reading of the passage. rflE IRISH SKETCH BOOK 407 To reUirn to the apple-women .—legions of Indies were eni- )loyed through the town i-jKra tliat traftic , there were leaiiv housands of them, clustciuig upon the bridges, squatting down n doorways and vacant sheds for temporary markets, marching md crying their sour goods in all the crowded lanes of the nty. After you get out of the Main Street the handsome part >£ the town is at an end, and you suddenly find yourself in such I labyrinth of busy swarming poverty and squalid commerce a? lever was seen— no, nCt m Saint Giles's, where Jew and Irish nan side by side exhibit their genius for dirt. Here every louse almost was a half ruin, and swarming with people : in he cellars you looked down and saw a barrel of herrings, vhich a merchant was dispensing ; or a sack of meai, which a DOor dirty woman sold to people poorer and dirtier than her- self : above was a tinman, or a shoemaker, or other craftsman, lis battered ensign at the door, and his small v/ares peering hrough the cracked panes of his shop. As for the ensign, as I matter of course the name is never written in letters of the ;ame size. High and low, in this country, they begin things )n too large a scale. They begin churches too big and can't inish them ; mills and houses too big, and are ruined before hey are done ; letters on sideboards too big, and are up in a :orner before the inscription is finished. There is something luite strange, really, in this general consistency. Well, over James Hurley, or Pat Hanlahan, you will most ikely see another board of another tradesman, with a window the full as curious. Above Tun Carthy evidently lives mother family. There are long-haired girls of fourteen at every )ne of the windows, and dirty children everywhere. In ti.e :ellars, look at them in dingy white nightc«.ps over a bowl of tirabout ; in the shop, paddling up and down the ruined steps, )r issuing from beneath the black counter ; up above, see the ;irl of fourteen is tossing and dandling one of them : and a Dretty tender sight it is, in the midst of this filth and wretched- less, to see the women and children together. It makes a sun- ihine in the dark place, and somehow half reconciles one to ii. phildren are everywhere. Look out of the nasty streets into he still more nasty back lanes : there they .are, sprawling at :very door and court, paddling m every puddle ; and in about fair proportion to every six children an old woman — a vei}' )ld, blear-e3'ed, ragged v\'oman — who makes believe to :-!.;! omething out of a basket, and is perpetually calling upon t'-ice versa. It is a regularly-built little place, with a square and street : but it looked as if it \vondered how the deuce it got into the midst of such a desolate counry, and seemed to bore itself there considerably. It had nothing to do, and no society. A short time before arriving at Oranmore, one has glimpses of the sea, which comes opportunely to relieve the dulness of the land. Between Gort and that place we passed through little but the most woful country, in the midst of which was a village, where a horse-fair was held, and where (upon the word of the coachman) all the bad horses of the country were to be seen. The man was commissioned, no doubt, to buy for his employers, for two or three merchants were on the look-out for him, and trotted out their cattle by the side of the coach. A very, good, neat-looking, smart-trotting chestnut hcrse, of seven years old, was offered by the owner for 8/. ; a neat brown mare for lo/., and a better (as I presume) for 14/.; but all iookc'd Y&ry respectable, and I have tlie coachman's word for it that they were good serviceable horses. Oranmore, with an old castle in the midst of the village, woods, and park-planta- tions round about, and the bay beyond it, has a pretty and romantic look ; and the drive, of about four miles thence to Galway, is the most picturesque part perhaps of the fifty miles' ride from Limerick. The road is tolerably wooded. You see the town itself, with its huge old church-tower, stretching along the bay, " backed by hills linking into the long chain of mount- ains which stretch across Connemara and the Joyce country." A suburb of cots that seems almost endless has, however, an J'lIE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 41^ end at last among the houses o[ the town ; and a little fleet of a couple of hundred fishing-boats was manceuvring in the bright waters of the bay. CHAPTER XV. GALWAY " KILROY'S HOTEL " GALWAY NIGIITS' ENTERTAIN' MENTS FIRST NIGHT : AN EVENING WITH CAPTAIN FREENY. When it is stated that, throughout the town of Galway, you cannot get a cigar which costs more than twopence, Londoners may imagine the strangeness and remoteness of the place. The rain poured down for two days after our arrival at " Kilroy's Hotel." An umbrella under such circumstances is a poor resource : self-contemplation is far more amusing ; especially smoking, and a game at cards, if any one will be so good as to play. But there was no one in the hotel coffee-room who v.'as inclined for the sport. The company there, on the day of our arrival, consisted of two coach-passengers, — a Frenchman who came from Sligo, and ordered mutton-chops and fraid potatoes for dinner by himself, a turbot which cost two shillings, and in Billingsgate would have been worth a guinea, and a couple of native or inhabitant bachelors, who frequented the table- d'hote. By the way, besides these there were at dinner two turkeys (so that Mr. Kilroy's two-shilling ordinary was by no means ill supplied) ; and, as a stranger, I had the honor of carving these animals, which were dispensed in rather a singular way. There are, as it is generally known, to two turkeys four wings. Of the four passengers, one ate no turkey, one had a pinion, another the remaining part of the wing, and the fourth gentleman took the other three wings for his share. Does everybody in Galway eat three wings when there are two turkeys for dinner ? One has heard wonders of the countr)^ — the dashing, daring, duel- ling, desperate, rollicking, v/hiskey-drinking people : but this wonder beats all. When I asked the Galway turkiphagus (there is no other word, for Turkey was invented long after Greece) "if he would take a third wing?'' with a peculiar 4 1 6 THE IR IS /I SA'E 7 'CI! B O OK. satiric accent on the words third lohig, which cannot be eX' pressed in writing, but winch the occasion fully merited, T thought perhaps that, following the custom of the country, where everybody, according to Maxwell and Lever, challenges - everybody else, — 1 thought the Galwagian would call me out j but no such thing. He only said, " If you please, sir," in the blankest way in the world ; and gobbled up the limb in a twinkling. As an encouragement, too, for persons meditating that im- portant change of condition, the gentleman w^as a teetotaller-, he took but one glass of water to that intolerable deal of bub- bi3'jock. Gahvay must be very changed since the days when Maxwell and Lever knew it. Three turkey-wings and a glass of water ! But the man cannot be the representative of a class, that is clear: it is physically and arithmetically impossible. They can't all eat three wings of two turkeys at dinner ; the turkeys could not stand it, let alone the m.en. These wings must have been ''non usitatse (nee tenues) pennas." But no more of these flights ; let us come to sober realities. The fact is, that when the rain is pouring down in the streets the traveller has little else to remark except these pe- culiarities of his fellow-travellers and inn-sojourners; and, lest one should be led into further personalities, it is best to quit that water-drinking gormandizer at once, and retiring to a private apartment, to devote one's self to quiet observation and the acquisition of knowledge, either by looking out of the win- dow and examining mankind, or by perusing books, and so living with past heroes and ages. As for the knowledge to be had by looking out of window, it is this evening not much. A great, wide, blank, bleak, w^afer- whipped square lies before the bedroom window ; at the op- posite side of which is to be seen the opposition hotel, looking even more blank and cheerless than that over which Mr. Kilroy presides. Large dismal vv^arehouses and private houses form three sides of fhe square ; and in the midst is a bare pleasure- ground surrounded ly a growth of gaunt iron-railmgs, the only plants seemingly in the place. Three triangular edifices that look somewhat like gibbets stand in the paved part of the square, but the victims that are consigned to their fate under these triangles are only potatoes, which are weighed there ; and, in spite of the torrents of rain, a crowd of bare-footed, red-petticoated women, and men in gray coats and liower-pot hats, are pursuing their little bargains with the utmost calmness. Tlia rain seems to make no impression on the males ; nor do THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 4^7 die women guard against it more than by Hinging a })etticoat over tlieir heads, and so stand bargaining and chattering in Irish, their figures indefinitely reflec'ed in the shining, varnished pavement. Donkeys and pony-carts innumerable stand around, similarly reflected ; and in the baskets upon these vehicles you see shoals of herrings lying. After a short space this prospect becomes somewhat tedious, and one looks to other sources of consolation. The eighteenpenny worth of little books purchased at Ennis in the morning came here most agreeably to my aid ; and in- deed they afford many a pleasant hour's readmg. Like the *• Bibliotheque Grise," which oi'ws sees in the French cottages in the provinces, and the German " Volksbucher," both of which contain stores of old legends that are still treasured in the country, these yellow-covered books are prepared for the people chiefly ; and have been sold for many long years before the march of knowledge began to banish Fancy out of the world, and gave us, in place of the old fairy tales, Penny Ma- gazines and similar wholesome works. Where are the little harlequin-backed story-books that used to be read by children in England some thirty years ago ? Where such authentic narratives as " Captain Bruce's Travels," " The Dreadful \dventures of Sawney Bean," &c., which were commonly sup- plied to little boys at school by the same old lady who sold oranges and alycompayne ? — they are all gone out of the world, md replaced by such loooks as "Conversations on Chemistry," ' The Little Geologist," " Peter Parley's Tales about the Bino- mial Theorem," and the like. The world will be a dull world some hundreds of years hence, when Fancy shall be dead, and ruthless Science (that has no more bowels than a steam-engine) has killed her. It is a comfort, meanwhile, to come on occasions on some of the good old stories and biographies. These books were evidently written before the useful had attained its present detestable popularity. There is nothing useful lure^ that's certain : and a man will be puzzled to extract a precise moral put of the "Adventures of Mr. James Freeny ;" or out of the legends in the " Hibernian Tales \ " or out of the lamentable tragedy of the " Battle of Aughrim," writ in most doleful Anglo- Irish verse. But are we to reject all things that have not a moral tacked to them ? " Is there an5^ moral shut within the bosom of the rose ? " And yet, as the same noble poet sings fgiving a smart slap to the utility people the while), "useful applications lie in art and nature," and every man may find a ^i8 THE J A' IS// SKETCH BOOK. liOral suited to his mind in them ; or, if not a moral, an occa- oion for moraUzing. Honest Freeny's adventures (let us begin with histor}^ and ,-istoric tragedy^ and leave fancy for future consideratioii), if they have a moral, have that dubious one which the poet admits may be elicited from a ros:^ ; and which every man may select according to his mind. And surely this is a far better a^d more comfortable system of moralizing than that in the fable- books, where you are obliged to accept that^tory with the in- evitable moral corollary that will stick close to it. Whereas, in Freeny's life, one man may see the evil of drinking, another the harm of horse-racing, another the danger attendant on early, marriage, a fourth the exceeding inconven- ience as well as hazard of the heroic highwayman's life — which a certain Ainsworth, in company with a certain Cruikshank, has represented as so poetic and brilliant, so prodigal of de- lightful adventure, so adorned with champagne, gold-lace, and brocade. And the best part of worihy Free-ny's tale is the noble naivete' and simplicity of the hero as he recounts his own ad- ventures, and the utter unconsciousness that he is narrating anything wonderful. It is the way of all great men, who recite their great actions modestly, as if they were matters of course ; as indeed tg them they are. A common tyro, having perpe- trated a great deed, would be amazed and flurried at his own action ; whereas I make no doubt the Duke of Wellington, after a great victory, took his tea and w^ent to bed just as quietly as he would after a dull debate in the House of Lords. And so with Freeny, — his great and charming characteristic is grave simplicity : he does his work ; he knows his danger as well as another ; but he goes through his fearful duty quite quietly and easily, and not with the least air of bravado, or the smallest notion that he is doing anything uncommon. It is related of Carter, the Lion-King, that when he was a boy, and exceedingly fond of gingerbread-nuts, a relation gave him a parcel of those delicious cakes, which the child put in his pocket just as he was called on to go into a cage with a very large and roaring lion. He had to put his head into the forest-monarch's jaws, and leave it therefor a considerable time, to the delight of thousands : as is even now the case ; and the interest was so much the greater, as the child was exceedingly innocent, rosy-cheeked, and pretty. To have seen that little flaxen head bitten off by the lion would have been a far more pathetic spectacle than that of the decapitation of some gray- THE IRISH SKE TCI I BOOK. 4 1 g bearded old unromantic keeper, who had served out raw meat and stirred up the, animals with a pole any time these twenty years : .and the interest rose in consequence. While the little darling's head was thus enjawed, what was the astonishment of everybody to see him put Iiis hand into his little i^ocket, take out a paper- — from the paper a gingerbread- nut — pop that gingerbread-nut into the lion's mouth, then into his own, and so fmish at least two-pennyworth of nuts ! The excitement was delirious : the ladies, when he came out of chancery, were for doing what the lion had not done, and eating him up — with kisses.. And the only remark the young hero made was, '"'Uncle, them nuts w^asn't so crisp as them I had t'other day." He never thought of the danger, — he only thought of the nuts. '^; Thus is it with Freeny. It is fine to mark his bravery, and ^Ip- see how h.e cracks his simple philosophic nuts in the jaws of * innumerable lions. At the commencement of the last centur}-, honest Freeny's father was house-steward in the family of Joseph Robbins, Esq., of Ballyduff ; and, marrying Alice Phelan^ a maid-servant in the same family, had issue James, the celebrated Irish hero. At a proper age James was put to school ; but being a nimble, active lad, and- his father's mistress taking a fancy to him, he was presently brought to Ballyduff, where she had a private tutor to instruct him during the time which he could spare from his pro- , fessional duty, which was that of pantry-boy in Mr. Robbins's establishment. At an early age he began to neglect his dut}^ ; and although his father, at the excellent Mrs. Robbins's sug- gestion, corrected him very severely, the bent of his genius was not to be warped by the rod, and he attended "all the little country dances, diversions and meetings, and became what is called a good dancer ; his own natural inclinations hurrying ^him " (as he finely says) " into the contrary diversions." '^.,''-". He was scarce twenty years old wlien he married (a fright- ^ful proof of the wicked recklessness of his former courses), and set up in trade in. Waterford ; where, however, matters went so ill with him, ti^at he was speedily without money, and 50/. in debt. He had, he i^ays, not any way of paying the debt, except by selling his furniture cr ]:is riding-marc^ to both of which measures he was averi^c : for where i ; the gentleman in Ireland that can do without a l^orse to ride \ Mr. Freeny and his riding-mare became soon famous, insomuch that a thief in jail warned the magistrates of Kilkenny to beware of a one-eyed man with a mar.\ 4 2 o THE IRISH SHE TCII B O OK. These unhappy circumstances sent him on the highway to •:eek a maintenance, and his llrst exploit was to, rob a gentle- man of fifty pounds ; then he attacked another, against whom lie '"had a secnt disgust^ because this gentleman had prevented jiis former master from giving' him a suit of clothes ! " Urged by a noble resentment against this gentleman, Mr. Freeny, in company with a friend by the name of Reddy, rob- l)cd the gentleman's house, taking therein 70/. in money, which was honorably divided among the captors. ''We then," continues Mr. Freeny, " quitted the house wdth tlie booty, and came to Thomastown ; but not knowing how to dispose of tlie plate, left it with Reddy, who said he had a friend from whom he w'ould get cash for it. In some time afterwards I asked him for the dividend of the cash he got for the plate, but all the satisfaction he gave me was, that it was lost, which occasioned me to have my own opinion 0/ him.'' Mr. Freeny then robbed Sir William Fownes' servant of 14/., in such an artful manner that everybody believed the ser- vant had himself secreted the money ; and no 'doubt the rascal was turned adrift, and star\ed in consequence — a truly comic incident," and one that could be used, so as to provoke a great deal of laughter, in an historical work of which our chamoion should be tlie hero. The next enterprise of importance is that against the house of Colonel Palliser, which Freeny thus picturesquely describes. Coming with one of his spies close up to the house, Mr. Freeny watched the Colonel lighted to bed by a servant ; and thus, as he cleverly says, could judge " of the room the Colonel lay in." " Some time afterwards," says Freeny, " 1 observed a light upstairs, by which I judged the servants were going to bed and soon after observed that the candles were all quenched, b) which I assured myself they were all gone to bed. I then came back to where the men were, and appointed Bulger, Motley, and Commons to go in along with me ; but Commons answ^ered that he had never been in any house before where there were arms : upon which I asked the coward what busi- ness he had there, and swore I would as soon shoot him as to loQk at him, and at the same time cocked a pistol to his breast ; but the rest of the men prevailed upon me to leave him at the back of the house, where he might run away when he thought proper. '' I then asked Grace wliere did he choose to be posted: he answered ' that he would go where I jrleased to order him/ Tin: iKisH sKETcn r.ooK. 421 or which I tijaiikcLi hun. \\\i then iniiiiediately came up to he house, lii^htecl our candles, put Houiahan at the I>ack of tiie house to prevent any person from coming out that way, and placed Hacket on my mare, well armed, at the front ; and I then broke one of the windows with a sledge, whereupon Lufger, Motley, Grace, and I got in ; upon -which I ordered I^.Iotley and Grace to go upstairs, and Bulger and I would stay below, where we thought the greatest danger would be ; but I immediately, upon second consideration, for fear Motley or Grace should be dauiited, desired Bulger to go up with them, a.id when he had fixed matters above, to come down, as I judged the Golonel lay below. I then w-ent to the room where the Colonel was, and burst open the door; upon which' he said, ' Odds-wounds ! who's there ? ' to which I answered, ' A friend, sir ; ' upon which he said, ' You lie ! by G-d, you are no friend of mine ! ' I then said that I was, and his relation also, and that if he viewed me close he would know me, and begged of him not to be angry : upon which I immediately seized a bullet- gun and case of pistols, which I observed hanging up in his room. I then quitted the room, and walked round the lower part of tlie house, thinking to meet some of the servants, 76'/;<^?;/ I thought would strive to make their escape from the men who were above, and meeting one of them, I immediately returned to the Colonel's room ; where I no sooner entered than he de- sired me to go out for a villain, and asked why 1 bred such disturbance in his house at that time of night. At the same time I snatched his breeches from under his head, wherein I got a small purse of gold, and said that abuse was not fit treat- ment for me who was his relation, and that it would hinder me of calling to see him again. I then demanded the key of his desk which stood in his room ; he answered he had no key ; upon which I said T had a very good key; at the same time giving it a stroke with the sledge, which burst it open, wherein I got a purse of ninety guineas, a four-pound piece, two moi- dores, some small gold, and a large glove v/ith twenty-eight guineas in silver. " By this time Bulger and Motley came down stairs to me^ after rifling the house above. We then observed a closet in- side his room, which we soon entered, and got therein a basket wherein there was plate to the value of three hundred pounds." And so they took leave of Colonel Palliser, and rode away with their earnings. The story, as here narrated, has that simplicity which is be- yond the reach of all except the very highest art ; and it is not ^,_,. THE fKISH SKETCH BOOK. high art certainly which Mr. Froeny can be said to possess, but a noble nature rather, which leads him thus grandly to describe scenes wherein he acted a great part. With what a gallant de- termination does he inform the coward Commons that he would sbioot him '-'as soo7i as look at him ; " and how dreadful he must Juive looked (with his one eye) as he uttered that sentiment! l]ut he left him, he says with a grim humor, at the back of the house, " where he might run away when he thought proper.'' The Duke of Wellington must have read Mr. Freeny's history in his youth (his Grace's birthplace is not far from the scene of the other gallant Irishman's exploit), for the Duke acted in precisely a similar way by a Belgian Colonel at Waterloo. It must be painful to great and successful commanders to think how their gallant comrades and lieutenants, partners of tJieir toil, their feelings, and their fame, are separated from them by time, by death, by estrangement — nay, sometimes by trea- son. Commons is off, disappearing noiseless into the deep ni;:2;ht, whilst his comrades perform the work of danger ; and Bul2^er, — Bulger, who in the above scene acts so gallant a part and in whom Mr. Freeny places so much confidence — actually went away to England, carrying off " some plate, some shirts, a gold watch, and a diamond ring " of the Captain's ; and, though he returned to his native country, the valuables did not return with him, on which the Captain swore he would blow liis brains out. As for poor Grace, he was hanged, much to ins leader's sorrow, who says of him that he v^^as " the faithful- lest of his spies."' Motley was sent to Naas jail for the very robbery : and though Captain Freeny does not mention his ultimate fate, 'tis probable he v.as hanged too. Indeed, the warrior's life is a hard one, and over misfortunes like these the- feeling heart cannot but sigh. But, putting out of the question the conduct and fate of the Captain's associates, let us look to his own behavior as a leader. It is impossible not to admire his serenity, his dex- terity, that dashing impetuosity in the moment of the action and that aquiline coitj^-d'oiil which belongs to but few generals, lie it is vdio leads the assault, smashing in the window with. a sledge , he bursts open the Colonel's door, who says (naturally enough), "Odds-wounds! who's there?" "A friend, sir," says Freeny. " You lie ! by G-d, you are no friend of mine ! " roars the military blasphemer. "I then said that i was, arid his relation also, and that if he viewed me close he w^ould know me, and begged of him not to be angry : upon which I immedi- ately seized a brace of pistols which I observed hanging up in his THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 423 room," That i.s somethiii;; like presence of mind : none of your brutal braggadocio work, l^ut neat, wary — nay, sportive bearing in die face of danger. And again, on th.e second visit to the (Colonel's room, when the latter bids him "go out for a villain, aiid not breed a disturbance," what reply makes Freeny ? " At ihjsa?m time I snatchsd Jiis breeches from under his head." A common man would never have thoughi; of looking for them i:i such a place at all. The drmculty about the key lie resolves i.i quite an Alexandrian manner; and, from the specimen we already have had of the Colonel's style of speaking, we may fancy how ferociously l:ie lay in bed and swore, after Captain Freeny and his friends had disappeared wdih the ninety guin- eas, the mdidores, the four-pound piece, and the glove v.'ith twenty-eight guineas in silver. As for the plate, he hid it in a wood ; and then, being out of danger, he sat down and paid everybody his deserts. By the way, what a strange difference of opinion is there about a \\\2i\\^ deserts ! Here sits Captain Freeny with a company of gentlemen, and awards them a handsome sum of money for an action which other people would have remunerated with a hal- ter. Which are right ? perhaps botli : but at any rate it v/ill be admitted that the Captain takes the humane view of the question. The greatest enemy Captain Freeny had was Counsellor Robbins, a son of his old patron, and one of the most deter- mined thief-pursuers the country ever knev/. But though he was untiring in his efforts to capture (and of course to hang) Mr. Freeny, and though the latter was strongly urged by his friends to blow the Counsellor's brains out : yet, to his immor- tal honor it is said, he refused that temptation, agreeable as it was, declaring that he had eaten too much of that family's bread ever to take the life of one of them, and being besides quite av^Mre that the Counsellor was only acting against him in a public capacity. He respected him, in fact, like an honor- able though terrible adversary. How deep a stratagem-inventor the Counsellor was, may be gathered from the following narration of one of his plans : — • "Counsellor Robbins finding his brother had not got intelli- gence that was sufficient to carry any reasonable foundation for apprehending us, walked out as if merely for exercise, till lie met with a person whom he thought he could conlide in, and desired the person to meet him at a private place appointed for that purpose, which they did ; and he told that person he had a very good opinion of him, from the character received froin 424 'J-^-^^^^- IRISH SKETCH BOOK. his fatlicr cf \\v:p., aiicl froiii liis ovvo knowlcdg-e of ]nm, and Iioped that the person would then show him that such opinion was not ill founded, Tiie person assuring- thxC Counsellor he would do all in his power to serve and oblige him, the Counsel- iDr told him how greatly he was concerned to 'hear the scan- dalous character that part of th.c country (which had formerly been an honest one) had lately fallen into ; that it was said that a gang of robbers v/ho disturbed tlic country lived tliereaboutr. Tl^ie person told him he w^as afraid what he said v/as too true ; and, on being asked whom he suspected, h,e named tlie same four persons Mr. Robbins had, but said he dare not, for fear of being murdered, be too inquisitive, and therefore could not say anything material. The Counsellor asked him if he knew v/here there was any private ale to be sold ; and he said Moll Burke, who lived near the end of Mr. Robbins's avenue, had a barrel or half a barrel. The Counsellor then gave the person a moidore, and desired him to go to Thomastown and buy two or three gallons of whisl^^y, and bring ii to Moll Burke's and invite as many as he suspected to be either principals or accessories to take a drink, and make them drink very heartily, and when h.e found the}' were fuddled, and not sooner, to tell some of the hastiest that some other had said some bad things of them, so as to provoke them to abuse and quarrel with each other; and then, probably, in their liquor and passion", they might make some discoveries of each other, as may enable the Counsellor to ret some one of the .'^an^: to discover and accuse the rest. '■ Tlie person accordingly got th.e w'hiskey and invited a good many to drink ; but the Counsellor being then at his brother's a few only went to Moll Burke's, the rest being afraid to ven- tu-re while the Counsellor was in the neighborhood : among those who met there v.as one Moll Brophy, the wife cf Mr. Robbins's smith, and one Edmund or Edward Stapleton, othcr- wiie Gaul, v.'ho lived thereabouts ; and when tliey had drank plctitifully, the Counsellor's spy told Moll Brophy that Gaul had said she had gone astray v;ith some persons or otlicr : S;::e then abused Gaul," and told Inm he was one of Freeny's accom- plices, for that he, Gaul, had told her he had seen Colonel Palliser's watch with Freen3% and that Freeny had told him, Gaul, that JoJm Welsh and the two Graces liad been v.-ith him at the robber}'. "The company on their quarrel brohc up, and the next morning the spy met the Counsellor at the place appointed, at a distance from Mr. Robbins's house, to prevent suspicion, and 77//; ih-nui ski:tci[ book: 425 there told- t!ic Counsellor VvIkU iiUelligence he had got. The Counsellor not being then n. justice oi the pence, got his brotlitr to send for Moll Lrophy to be examined ; but v.dien she came, she refused to be sworn or to give any evidence, and thereupon the Counsellor had her tied and put on a car in order to be carried to jail on a mittimus froin Mr. Robbins, for refusing to give evidence on behalf of the Croun. When she found she would really be sent to jail, she submitted to be sworn, and the CounLcUor drew from her what she had said the night before, and "sometr-ing further, ajid desired her not to tell any- body what she had svv'orn." But if the Counsellor was acute, were there not others as clever as he ? For when, in consequence of the information of .Mr^. Brophy, some gentlemen who had been engaged in the burglarious enterprises in which IVlr. Freeny obtained so much honor were seized and tried, Freeny came forward with the best of arguments in their favor. Indeed, it is fine t) see these two great spirits matched one against the other, — the Counsellor, with all the regular force of the country to back him, — the Highway General, with but the wild resources of his gallant genius, and with cunning and bravery for his chief allies. '' I lay by for a considerable time after, tind concluded within myself to do no more mischief till after the assizes, when I would hear how it went with the men who were then in con- finement. Some time before the assizes Counsellor Robbins came to Ballyduff, and told his brother that he believed Ander- son and Welsh were guilty, and also said he would endeavor to have them both hanged : of which I v;as informed. " Soon after, I went to the house of one George Roberts, who asked me if I had any regard for those fellows who were then confined (meaning Anderson and Welsh). I told him I had a regard for one of them: upon which. he said he had a friend who was a man of jDower and interest, — that he would save either of them, provided I would give him five guineas. I told him I would give him ten, and the first gofd watch I could get ; W'hereupon he said that it was of no use to speak to his friend without the money or value, for that he was a mercenary man ; on which I told Roberts I had not so much money at that time, but that I would give him my watch as a pledge to give his friend. I then gave him my watch, and desired him to engage that I would pay the money which I promised to pa;-, or give value for it in plate, in two or three nights after; upon which he engaged that his friend would act the needful. Then we appointed a night to meet, and we accordingly met; and 426 THE TRTSH SKE TCI/ E^OOR'. -Roberts told me that his friend ac:;reed to save y\nderson apc Welsh from the gallows ; whereupon I rave him a plate tankard value 10/:, a large ladle, value 4/., with some tablespoons. The assizes of Kilkenny, in spring, 1748, coming on soon after^ Counsellor Robbins had Welsh transmitted from Naas to Kil kennv, in order to give evidence against Anderson and Welsh and they Vv'ere tried for Mrs Mounford's robbery, on the evi dence of John Welsh and others. The physic working well,; six of the jury were for finding them guilty, and six more for acquitting them; and the other six finding them peremptory, and that they were resolved to starve the others into compli- ance, as they say they may do by law, were for their own sakes obliged to comply, with them, and they were acquitted. OiT v;hich Counsellor Robbins began to smoke the affair, and sus- pect the operation of gold dust, which was well applied for my comrades, and thereupon left the court in a rage, and swore he would forever quit the country, since he found people were not satisfied with protecting and saving the rogues they had under themselves, but must also show that they could and would oblige others to have rogues under them whether they would or no." Here Counsellor Robbins certainly loses that greatness wdiich has distinguished him in his former attack on Freeny ;« the Counsellor is defeated and loses his temper. Like Napo- leon, he is unequal to reverses : in adverse fortune his presence, of mind deserts him. ' But what call had he to be in a passion at all ? It may be very well for a man to be in a rage because he is disappointed of his prey : so is the hawk, when the dove escapes, in a rage ; but let us reflect that, had Counsellor Robbins had his will, two honest fellows would have been hanged \ and so let us be heartily thankful that he was disappointed, and that these men were acquitted bv a jury of their countrymen. What right had the Counsellor, iorsooth, to interfere with their verdict? Not against Irish juries at least does the old satire apply, "And culprits hang that jurymen may dine.?" At Kilkenny, on the contrary, the jurymen starve in order that the culprits might be saved — a noble and humane act of self-denial. In another case, stern justice, and the law of self-preserva- tion, compelled Mr. Freeny to take a very different course with respect to one of his ex-associates. In the former instance we have seen him pawning his watch, giving up tankard, table- spoons—all, for his suffering friends ; here v/e have his method of dealins: with traitors. THE IRIS If SKETCH BOO A'. 4-' 7 One of liis friends, by the name of Dooling, was taken prisoner, and condemned to be hanged, which gave Mr. Preen}', he says, "a great shock ; " but presently this Dooling's fears were worked upon by some traitors within the jail, and — " He then consented to discover ; but I had a friend in jail at the same time, one Patrick Healy, who daily insinuated to him that it was of no use or advantage to him to discover ai:iy- thing, as he received sentence of death ; and that, after he had made a discover}*, they would leave him as he was, without troubhng themselves about a reprieve. But notwithstanding, lie told the gentlemen that there was a inan blind of an eye 70 ho had a bay-mare, that lived at the other side of Thomastown bridge, whom he assured them would be very troublesome in that neighborhood after his death. When Healy discovered what he told the gentlemen, he one night took an opportunity and made Dooling fuddled, and prevailed upon him to take his oath he never would give the least hint about me any more. He also told him the penalty that attended infringing upon his oath — but more especially as he was at that time near his end — which had the desired effect ; for he never mentioned my name, nor even anything relative to me," and so went out of the world repenting of his meditated treason. What further exploits Mr. Freeny performed may be learned by the curious .in his liistory : they are all, it need scarcely be said, of a similar nature to that noble action which has already been described. His escapes from his enemies were marvel- lous ; his courage in facing them equally great. He is attacked by whole ''armies," through which he makes his way ; wounded, he lies in the woods for days together with three bullets in his leg, and in this condition manages to escape several " armies '"' that have been marched against him. He is supposed to be dead, or travelling on the continent, and suddenly makes his appearance in his old haunts, advertising his arrival by robbing ten men on the highway in a single day. And so terrible is his courage, or so popiilar his manners, that he describes scores of laborers looking on while his exploits were performed, and not affording the least aid to the roadside traveller whom he .vanquished. But numbers always prevail in the end : what could Leoni- das himself do against an army ? The gallant band of brothers led by Freeny were so pursued by the indefatigable Robbins and his myrmidons, that there was no hope left for them, and the Captain saw that he must succumb. He reasoned, however, with himself (with his usual keen 428 THE fRISII SKETCH BOOK. logic), ana said : "My ivien must fall, — the world is too strong for. us, and to-day, or to-morrow — it matters scarcely when — they must yield. They will be hanged for a certainty, and thus will disappear the noblest company of knights the world has ever seen. " But as they will certainly be hanged, and no power of mine can save them, is it necessary that 1 should follow them , too to the tree? and will James Bulger's fate be a whit more agreeable to him, because James Freeny dangles at his side.'*' To suppose so, would be to admit that he was actuated by a savage feeling of revenge, which I know belongs not to his generous nature."' In a word, Mr. Freeny resolved to turn king's evidence ;• for though he swore (in a communication with the implacable Robbins) that he would rather die than betray Bulger, yet when the Counsellor stated that he must then die, Freeny says, "I promised to submit, and understood that Bulger should be sctr yVccordingly some days afterwards (although the Captain carefully avoids mentioning that he had m.et his friend with any such intentions as those indicated in the last paragraph) he and Mr, Bulger came together : and, strangely enough, it was agreed that the one vvas to sleep while the other kept watch , and, while thus employed, the enemy came upon them. But let Freeny describe for himself the last passages of his history : ■ "' We then went to Welsh's house, with a view not to make any delay there ; but, taking a glass extraordinary after supper, Bulger fell asleep. Welsh, in the meantime, told me his house was the safest place I could get in that neighborhood, and while I remained there I would be very safe, provided that no person knew of my coming there (I had not acquainted him that Breen knew of my coming that way). I told Welsh that, as Bulger was a:leep, I would not go to bed till morning : upon which Welsh and I stayed up all night, and in the iT)orning Welsh said that he and his wife had a call to Cullen, it being market-day. About nine o'clock I went and awoke Bulger, desiring him to get up and guard me whilst I slept, as I guarded him all night ; he said he would, and then I went to bed charging him to watch close, for fear we should be sur- prised. I put my blunderbuss and two cases of pistols under my head, and soon fell fast asleep. In two hours after the servant girl of the house, seeing an enemy coming into the yard, ran up .to the room where we werC; and said that there 771/: IK7SI/ S 77: ''/I ('If r0077. ^2() l^i^erc an liuiidreel nica coniiir;- into the yard ; upon wliich Uul- ^cr immediately awoke nic, and taking u^) my blunderbuss, he ired a shot towards the door, which wounded Mr. Bargess, Due of the sheriffs of Kilkenny, of which wound he died. They :oncluded to set the house on fire about us, which they accord- ngly did ; upon which I took my fusee in one hand, and a pis- tol in the other, and Bulger did the like, and as \ve came out of tlie door, we iired on both sides, imagining it to be the best rneth-od of dispersing the enemy, who were on b6th sides of the loor. We <:^ot throudi them, but they fired after us, and as Bulger was leaping over a ditch he received a shot in the small of the leg, which rendered him incapable of running ; but, get- ting into a field, where I had the ditch between me and the enemy, I still walked slowly with Bulger, till I thought the enemy were within shot of the ditch, and then wheeled back to the ditch and presented m}'- fusee at them. They all drew back and went for their horses to ride round, as the field was v/ide and open, and without cover except the ditch. When disco\'ered their intention I stood in the middle of the field, and one of the gentlemen's servants (there were four- teen in number) rode foremost towards me ; upon which I told the son of a coward I believed he had no more than iive pounds a year from his master, and that I would put him in such a condition that his master would not maintain him after- wards. To which he answered that he had no view of doing us any harm, but that he w^as commanded by his master to ride so near us ; and then immediately rode back to the enemy, who were coming towards him. They rode almost within shot of us, and I observed they intended to surround us in the field, and prevent me from having any recourse to the ditch again. Bulger was at this time so bad with the wound, that he could not go one step without leaning on my shoulder. At length, seeing the enemy coming within shot of me, I laid down my fusee and stripped off my coat and waistcoat, and running to- wards them, cried out, ' You sons of cowards, come on, and I will blow your brains out ! ' On which they returned back, and then I walked easy to the place where I left my clothes, and put them on, and Bulger and I walked leisurely some distance further. The enemy came a second time, and I occasioned them to draw back as before, and then we walked to Lord Dysart's deer-park wall. I got up the wall and helped Bulger up. The enemy, who still pursued us, though not within shot, i^eeing us on the wall, one of them fired a random shot at us to no purpose. We got safe over the v/all, and went from thence 4 T^o THE IRISH SKF. TCH BOOK. inlo my Lord Dysarc's wood, where Bulger said he would re- main, tliinkiiig it a safe place ; but 1 told him he would be safer anywhere else, for the army of Kilkenny and Callen would be soon about the wood, and that he would be taken if he stayed there. Besides, as I was very averse to betraying him at all, II' could not bear the thoughts of liis being taken in my company, bv any party but Lord Carrick's. I then brou;^'ht him about! hia.f a mile beyond the W'ood, and left him there in a brake of hilars, and looking towards the wood I saw it surrounded by \\-\Q. army. Inhere was a cabin near that place where I fixed Bul:;cr : he said he would go to it at night, and he would send for some of his friends to take care of him. ' It was then almost two o'clock, and we were four hours going to that place, which was about two miles from Welsh's house. Imagining that there were spies fixed on all the fords and by-roads between that place and the mountain, I went towards the bounds of the county Tipperary, where I arrived about nightfall, and going tcJ a cabin, I asked whether there was any drink sold near that; place ? The man of the house said there was not ; and as T was very much fatigued, I sat down, and there refreshed myself; with what the cabin afforded. I then begged of the man to sell me a pair of his brogues and stockings, as I was then l)are-! footed, which he accordingly did. I quitted the house, went through Kinsheenah and Poulacoppal, and having so many' thorns in my feet, I was obliged tx) go barefooted, and went to Sleedelagh, and through the mountains, till I came within four miles of Waterford, and going into a cabin, the man of the house took eighteen thorns out of the soles of my feet, and I remained in and about that place for some time after. " In the mean time a friend of mine was told that it was im- possible for me to escape death, for Bulger had turned againsf me, and that his friends and Stack were resolved upon my life y, but the person who told my friend so, also said, that if my friend would set Bulger and Breen, I might get a pardon through the Earl of Carrick's means and Counsellor Robbins's interest^ My friend said that he 7iuas sure I would not consent to such d t/iing, but the best zvay was to do it unkfiozcm to ??ie ; and my friend accordingly set Bulger, who was taken by the Earl of Carriclc and his party, and Mr. Fitzgerald, and si-x of Counsellor Rob- bins's soldiers, and committed to Kilkenny jail. He was three days in jail before I heard he was taken, being at that time twenty miles distant from the neighborhood ; nor did I hear from him or see him since I left him near Lord Dvsart's wood. TirK iRfsn SKETCH noofc. 431 %l a frUrai \:,-ci\\-\c and told me it \va:^ to ]M"cscrv(} my life and ♦o :ullil niv articles that Bnlger v.-as taken.'' ^ * T«= "" * -;;= -* " Finding I was suspected, I withdrew to a neighboring /vood and concealed myr.elf there till night, and then went to Ballyduff to Mr. Fitzgerald and surrendered myself to liim, till [ could write to my Lord Carrick; wjiich I did immediateh', md gave him an account of what I escaped, or that I would [lavc gone to Ballylynch and surrendered myself there to Inni, ind begged his lordship to send a guard for me to conduct rac 1:0 Iiis house — v.'hich he did, and I remained there for a few :lays. " Fie then sent me to Kilkenny jail ; and at the summer assizes following, James Bulger, Patrick Hackct otherwise Bnsteen, Martin x^lillea, John Stack, Felix Donnelly, Edmund Kenny, and James Larrasy were tried, convicted, and executed ; and at spring assizes following, George Roberts was tried for receiving Colonel Palliser's gold watch knowing it to be stolen, but was acquitted on account of exceptions taken to my pardon, which prevented my giving evidence. At the following assizes, wiien I had got a new pardon, Roberts was again tried for receiving the tankard, ladle, and silver-spoons from me know- ing them to be stolen, and was convicted and executed. At the same assizes, John Reddy, my instructor, and Martin Millca, were also tried, convicted, and executed." And so they were all hanged : James Bulger, Patrick Racket or Bnsteen, Martin Millea, John Stack and Felix Don- eily, and Edmund Kenny and James Larrasy, with Roberts who received the Colonel's watch, the tankard, ladle, and the silver- spoons, were all convicted and executed. Their names drop naturally into blank verse. It is hard upon poor George Roberts too : for the watch he received was no doubt in the. very inexpressibles which the CajDtain himself took from the Colonel's head. As for the Captain himself, he says that, on going out of jail, Counsellor Robbins and Lord Carrick proposed a sub- scription for him — in which, strangely, the gentlemen of the county would not join, and so that scheme came to nothing ; and so he published his memoirs in order to get himself a little money. Many a man has taken up the pen under similar cir- cumstances of necessity. .-_. But what became of Captain Freeny afterwards, does not appear. Was he an honest man over after ? Was he hanged for subsequent misdemeanors ? It matters little to him now ; 432 THE TRISII SKEJXH BOOK. though, perhaps, one cannot help feeling a little wish that the latter fate may have befallen him. Whatever his death was, however, the history of his life has been one of the most popular books ever known in this coun- try. It formed the class-book in those rustic universities which are now rapidly disappearing from among the hedges of Ire-- land. And lest any English reader should, on account of its^ lowness, quarrel with the introduction here of this strange pic- ture of wild courage and daring, let him be reconciled by the; moral at the end, which, in the persons of Bulger and the rest,, hangs at the beam before Kilkenny jail. CHAPTER XVI. MORE RAIN IN GALWAY A WALK THERE — AND THE SECOND t GALWAY night's ENTERTaInMENT. •' Sevfn hills has Rome, seven mouths has Nilus' stream, Aromid the Pole seven burning planets gleam- Twice equal these is Galway, Connaught's Rome : Twice seven illustriiius tribes here find theia^ home.* Twice seven fair towers llie city's ramparts guard: Eacii house within is built of marble hard. With lofty turret flanked, twice seven the gates, Through twice seven bridges water permeates. In the high church are twice seven altars raised, At each a lioly saint and patron's praised. Twice seven the convents dedicate to heaven, — Seven for the female sex — for godly fathers seven." f Having read in Hardiman's History the quaint inscription in Irish Latin, of which the above lines are a version, and looked^ * By the help of an Alexandrine, the names cf these famous families may also be ao commodr.ted to verse. " Athey, Biake, Bodkin, Browne, Dcanc, Dorsey, Frinche. Joyce, Alorech, Skereth, Foute, Kirowan, Martin, Lynche." 1 If the rude old verses are not very remarkable in quality, in qnaniity they are .still more deficient, and take some dire liberties with the laws laid down in the Gradus arid die; Grammar : " Septem omant monies Romam, septem ostia Nilum, Tot rutiiissteilis spJendcc in axe Polus. Galvia, Polo Niloc;ue bissequas. Koma Conachtae, Bis septem iiiustres has colit ilia tribus. Bis urbis septem defendant mcenia turres, Intus et en duro est marmorequa;que domus. Bis septem ports sunt, castra et culmiua circum, Per totidem pontuni permeat unda vias. Principe bis septem fulgent altaria templo, QuKvis patronas est ara dJcata suo, Et septem saciata l^eo coenobia, patrum Kccminei el sexus, tot pia tecta tenet." TIUl tr/sii skktcii i^ook. 4^3 admiringly at the old plans of (jahvay wJ-iicli are to be found in the same work, 1 was in hopes to have seen in the town some considerable remains of its former splendor, in spite of a warn- ing to the contrary which the learned historiographer gives. The old city certainly has some relics of its former state- hness \ and indeed, is the only town in Ireland I have seen, where an antiquary can find much subject for study, or a lover of the picturesque an occasion for using his pencil. It is a wild, fierce, and most original old town. Joyce's Castle in one of the principal streets, a huge square gray tower, with, many carvings and ornaments, is a gallant relic of its old days of prosperit}', and gives one an awful idea of the tenements which the other families inhabited, and which are designed in the in- teresting plate which Mr. Hardiman gives in his work. The Collegiate Church, too, is still extant, without its fourteen altars, and looks to be something between a church and a castle, and its if it should be served by Templars with sword and helmet in place of mitre and crozier. The old houses in the Main Street are like fortresses : the windows look into a court within ; there is but a small low door, and a few grim windows peering sus- piciously into the street. Then there is Lombard Street, otherwise called Deadman's Lane, with a raw-head and cross-bones and a *' memento mori " over the door where the dreadful tragedy of the Lynches was acted in 1493. If Galway is the Rome of Connaught, James Lynch Fitzstephen, the Mayor, may be considered as the Lucius Junius Brutus thereof. Lynch had a son v/ho went to Spain as master of one of his father's ships, and being of an extravagant, wild turn, there contracted debts, and drew bills, and alarmed his father's correspondent, who sent a cierk and nephew of his own back in youiig Lynch's ship to Galway to settle accounts. On the fifteenth day, young Lynch threw the Spaniard over- board. Coming back to his own countr}'', he reformed his life a little, and was on the point of marrying one of the Biakes, Burkes, Bodkins, or others, when a seaman who had sailed with him, being on the point of death, confessed the murder in which he had been a participator. Hereon the father, who was chief magistrate of the town, tried his son, and sentenced him to death ; and when the clan Lynch rose in a body to rescue the young man, and avert such a disgrace from their famih^, it is said that Fitzstephen Lynch hung the culprit with his own hand. A tragedy called " The Warden of Galway " has been written on the subject, and was acted a few nights before my arrival. 28 434 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK The waters of Lough Corrib, which "perineale " under the bridges of the town, go rushing and roaring to the sea with aiii noise and eagerness only known in Galway ; and along the 'i banks you see all sorts of strange figures washing all sorts oft wonderful rags, with red petticoats and redder slianks standing'!; in the stream. Pigs are in every street : the whole town shriekss with them. There are numbers of idlers on the bridges sands in the streets, humming and swarming in and out of old ruinous houses ; congregated round numberless apple nail-stalls, bottle-stalls, pigsfoot-stalls ; in queer old shops, thatjt look to be two centuries old ; loitering about warehouses,^, ruined or not ; looking at the washerwomen washing in the.' river, or at the fish-donkeys, or at the potato-stalls, or at a ves-j- sel coming into the quay, or at the boats putting out to sea. The boat at the quay, by the little old gate, is bound forr Arranmore ; and one next to it has a freight of passengers fori' the cliffs of Mohir on the Clare coast ; and as the sketch is taken, a hundred of people have stopped in the street to look on, and are buzzing behind in Irish, telling the little boys in that language — who will persist in placing themselves exactly in the front of the designer — to get out of his way : which they do for some time ; but at length curiosity is so intense that you i are entirely hemmed in and the view rendered quite invisible. A sailor's wife comes up — who speaks English — with a very wistful face, and begins to hint that them black pictures ard? very bad likenesses, and very dear too for a poor woman, andl how much would a painted one cost does his honor think?;? And she has her husband that is going to sea to the West In-i- dies to-morrow, and she'd give anything to have a picture off him. So I made bold to offer to take his likeness for nothing.! But he never came, except, one day at dinner, and not at alljl on the next day, though I stayed on purpose to accommodate^' him. It is true that it was pouring with rain ; and as Engiisln waterproof cloaks are not waterproof in Ii-eland^ the traveller who has but one coat must of necessity respect it, and had better stay where he is, unless he prefers to go to bed while he has|« his clothes dried at the next stage. j The houses in the fashionable street where the club-housef stands (a strong building, with an agreeable Old Bailey look,) ' have the appearance of so many little Newgates. The Catholic chapels are numerous, unfinished, and ugly. Great warehouses . and mills rise up by the stream, or in the midst of unfinished 1 streets here and there ; and handsome convents wuth their gar- dens, justice-houses, barracks, and hospitals adorn the large^, TflK Ih'ISfl SKETCH noOK. ^y poor, bustling, lough-ancl-ready-louking tow ti. A man who -.ells hunting-whips, gunpowder, guns, llshing-tackle, and brass and iron ware, has a few books on his counter ; and a lady in a by- street, who carries on the profession of a milliner, ekes out her stock in a similar way. ijut there were no regular book-shops that I saw, and when it came on to rain I iiacl no resource but the hedge-school volumes again. They, like I'atrick Spelman'i: sign, present some very rude flowers of poetry and "entertain- ment " of an exceedn:ig humble sort . but such shelter is not ^to be despised when no better is to be had : nay, possibly its novelty may be piquant to some readers, as an admirer of Shak- speare will occasionally condescend to listen to Mr. Punch, or ^n epicure to content himself with a homely dish of beans and bacon. When Mr. Kilroy's waiter iias drawn the window-curtains, tbrought the hot-water for the whiskey-negus, a pipe and a " screw *' of tobacco, and two huge old candlesticks that were plated once, the aucience may be said to be assembled, and after a little overture performed on the pipe, the second night's enter- tainment begins with the historical tragedy of the "Battle of Aughrim.'' Though it has found its way to the West of Ireland, the " Battle of Aughrim '' is evidently by a Protestant author, a great enemy of poper}^ and wooden shoes : both of which principles incarnate in the person of Saint Ruth, the French General commanding the troops sent by Louis XIV. to the aid of James II., meet with a woeful downfall at the conclusion of the piece. It must have been written in the reign of Queen Anne, judging from some loyal compliments which are paid to that sovereign in the play ; which is also modelled upon " Cato." The " Battle of Aughrim " is written from beginning to end in decasyllabic verse oi the richest sort ; and introduces us to the chiefs of William's and James's armies. On the English side we have Baron Ginkell, three Generals, and two Colonels j on the Irish, Monsieur Saint Ruth, tw'o Generals, two Colonels, ,-and an English gentleman of fortune, a volunteer, and son of no less a person than Sir Edmundbury Godfrey. There are tv/o ladies — Jemima, the Irish Colonel Talbot's daughter, in love with Godfrey ; and Lucinda, lady of Colonel Herbert, in love with her lord. And the deep nature of the tragedy may be imagined when it is stated that Colonel Talbot is killed, Colonel Herbert is killed. Sir Charles Godfrey is killed, and Jemima commits suicide, as resolved not to survive her adorer. St. Ruth is also killed, and the remaining Irish 43^' 77/y; iKLsii skj: /\::i j^ooa heroes are taken prisoners or run a\va\'. Among the super numeraries there is likewise a dreadful slaughter. The author, however, though a Protestant is an Irishmar (there are peculiarities in his pronunciation which belong onl^ to that nation), and as far as courage goes, he allows the tw( parties to be pretty equal. The scene opens with a martia sound of kettle-drums and trumpets in the Irish camp, neal Athlone. That town is besieged by Ginkell, and Monsieur St Ruth (despising his enemy with a c nfidence often fatal t( Generals) meditates an attack on the besiegers' lines, if, by anj chance, the besieged garrison be not in a condition to drive them off. After discoursing on the posture of affairs, and let ting General Sarsfield and Colonel O'Neil know his hearty cons tempt of the English and their General, all parties, after pro- testations of patriotism, indulge in hopes of the downfall of William. St. Ruth says he will drive the wolves and lions' cubs away. O'Neil declares he scorns the revolution, and, likd great Cato, smiles at persecution. Sarsfield longs for the da) "when our Monks and Jesuits shall return, and holy incense on our altars burn.'' When " Enter a Pn^t. '• Post. Witli imnortant news I from Atlilcne am sent, Be pleased to lead me to the General's tent. '• Sars. Behold the Oeneral there. Your message tell. " St. Ruth. Declare your message. Are our friends all well ? " Post. Pardon me, sir, the fatal news 1 bring Like vulture's poison every heart shall sting. Athlone is lost witliout your timely aid. At six this morning an assault was made, When, under shelt-r of the British cannon. Their grenadiers in armor took the Shannon, Led by bravo Captain Sandys, who iinth fame Phmgcdto his rnldd'e in the rapid sireatn. He led them through, and with undaunted ire He gained the bank in spite of all our fire ; Being.bravely followed by his grenadiers Tiiough bullets flew like hail about their ears, And by this time they enter uncontrolled. " St. Ruth. Dare all the force of England be so bold, T' attemj-it to storm so brave a town, when I With all Hibernia's sons of war am nigh? Return : and if the Britons dare pursue, Tell them St, Ruth is near, and that will do. " Post. Your aid would do much better than your name. " Si. Ruth. Bear back this answer, friend, from wlience vou came. [Exit Post." The picture of brave Sandys, "who with fame plunged to his middle in the rapid strame," is not a bad image on the part of the Post ; and St. Ruth's reply, " Tell them St. Ruth is near^ and that will do,^' characteristic of the vanity of his nation. But Sarsfield knows Britons better, and pays a merited compliment to their valor : 437 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. " Sars. Send speedy succors and their fate prevent. You know not yet widt IJritons dare attempt. I know the Knglisli fortitude is sucli; To boast of nothing, though they hazard much No ff>rce on earlh their fury can repel, Nor would they lly irom ail the devils in liell." Another officer arrives : Athlone is really taken, St. Ruth gives orders to retreat to Aiipln-im, and Sarslield, in a ra2:e, first challenges him, and then vows l-e will quit the army. " A gLam of horror does my vitals davip,'' says the Frenchman (in a figure of speech more remarkable for vigor than logic) : " I fear I>ord Lucan h is forsook the camp ! " But not so : after a momentary indignation, Sarsfield returns to his duty, and ere long is reconciled with his vain and vacillating chief. And now the love-intrigue begins. Goclfrey enters, and states Sir Charles Godfrey is his lawful name : he is an English- man, and was on his way to join Ginckle's camp, w^hen Jemima's beauty overcame him : he asks Colonel Talbot to bestow on him the lady's hand. The Colonel consents, and in Act II., on the plain of Aughrim, at 5 o'clock in the morning, Jemima enters and proclaims her love. The lovers have an interview, which concludes by a mutual confession of attachment, and Jemima says, " Here, take my hand. 'Tis true the gift is small, but when I can I'll give you heart and all." The lines show finely the agitation of the young person. She meant to say, Take 7ny hearty but she is longing to be married to him, and the Avords slip out as it were unawares, Godfrey cries in rap- tures — " Thanks to the gods I v.'ho such a present gave : Such radiant graces ne'er could man receive {resave) ; For who on earth has e'er such transports known? What is the Turkish monarch on -his throne, Hemmed round ivitk rusty s7vords in pompous state ? Amidst his court no joys can be so great. Retire with mc, my soul, no longer stay In public view ! the General moves this way." 'Tis, indeed, the General ; who, reconciled with Sarsfield, straightw^ay, according to his custom, begins to boast about what he will do : '' Thrice welcome to my heart, thou best of friends! The rock on which our holy faith depends 1 IVlay this our meeting as a tempest make Tlie vast foundations of Britannia shake. Tear up their orange plant, and overwhelm The strongest bulwarks cf the British realm! Then shall the Dutch and Hanoverian f:dl, And James :-.hali ride in triumpii to W^hitchali ; Then to protect our faith he will maintain An inquisition here like thai in Spain. '■'■ Sar.".. Most bravely urged, my lord! your skill, I own, Would be unparaUclcd—\\7kA you saved Al'hione." ^,^S THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. — " Had you saved Athlone ! " Sarsfield has him there. And the contest of words might have provoked quarrels still; more fatal, but alarms are heard : the battle begins, and St. Ruth (still confident) goes to meet the enemy, exclaiming, "Athlone was sweet, but Aughrim shall be sour." The fury of- the Irish is redoubled on hearing of Talbot's heroic death: the Colonel's corpse is presently brought in, and to it enters Je- mima, who bewails her loss in the following pathetic terms : — " Jemimci. Oh ! — he is dead ! — my soul is all on fire. ; Witness ye gods I — he did with f^rnc expire. For Li oerty a sacrifice was made, And fill, like Poinpev. by some villain^ s blade. ' There lies a breath, ess corse, whose soul ne'er knew A thought but \vi\cit was always just and true ; Look down from heaven, God ( f peace and love, V/aft him v/ith triuinph to the throne above ; And, O ye winged guardians cf the skits I Tune your sweet harps and sing his obsequies! Good friends, stand off whil'st I embrace the ground Whereon he lies and bathe each mortal wound With brinish tear.^, that like to torrents run From these sad eyes. O heavens ! I'm undone. [^Falls down on the body. *'' E flier Sir Charles Goufrev. H,: raises /ur. " Sir Char. Why do these precious eyes like fountains flow, ^ " To dro-aiu the radiant heaven that lies bclozi) '' Dry up your tears, I trust his soul ere this Has reached the mansions cf eternal bliss. Soldiers ! bear hence the body out of sight. [ Fhey bear him off, " Jem. Oh, stay — ye inurdercrs, cease to kill me quite ; See how Jie glares ! and see again he flies! The c'oud; fly open, and he mounts the skies. Oh ! see his blood, it siiines refulgent bright, '\ 1 see him yet 1 cannot lose him quite, > r.ut still pursue him ou — and — lose my si^^ht." ) The gradual disappearance of the Colonel's soul is now finely indicated, and so is her grief : when showing the body to Sir Charles, she says, " Piehold the mangled cause of all my woes." The sorrow of youth, however, is but transitory ; and when her lover bids her dry her gitshis/i tears, she takes out her pocket- handkerchief with the elasticity of youth, and consoles herself for the father in tlie husband. Act III. represents the English camp : Ginckle and his Generals discourse ; the armies are engaged. In Act IV. the. English are worsted in spite of their valor, which Sarsfield greatly describes. '' Viev,'," says he — '* View how the ioc Hke an impetuous flood Bieaks through the sjnoke, the water, and— the mud! '* THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ^^^ It becomes exceedingly hot. Colonel Earles says — " In vain Jove's lightnings issue from the sky, For death more sure from Britisli ensigns fly. Tlieir messengers of death much blood have spilled, And full three hundred of the Irisii killed." A description of war (Herbert) : — " Now bloody colors wave in all their pride, And each proud hero does his beast bestride. General Dorrington's description of the fight is, if possible, till more noble : •' Dor. Haste, noble friends, and save your lives by flight, For 'tis but madness if you stand to fight. Our cavalry the battle have forsook, And death appears in each dejected look ; Nothing but dread confusion can be seen. For severed heads and trunks o'erspread the green ; The fields, the vales, the hills, and vanquished plain, For five miles round are covered with the slain. Death in each quartei- does the eye alarm, Here lies a leg, and there a shattered arm. There heads appear, which, cloven by mighty bangs, And severed quite, on either shoulder hangs : This is the awful scene, my lords. Oh, fly Tlie impending danger, for your fate is nigh." Which party, however, is to win — the Irish or English ? "heir heroism^ is equal, and young Godfrey especially, on the rish side, is c'arrying all before him — when he is interrupted in he slaughter by the ghost of his father : of old Sir Edmundbury, /hose monument we may see in Westminster Abbey. Sir Charles, at first, doubts about the genuineness of this venerable Id apparition ; and thus puts a case to the ghost : — " Were ghosts in heaven, in heaven they there would stay Or if in hell, they could not get awayJ" \. clincher, certainly, as one would imagine ; but the ghost umps over the horns of the fancied dilemma, by saying that le is not at liberty to state where he comes from. *' Ghost. Where visions rest, or souls imprisoned dwell, By heaven's command, we are forbid to tell ; But in the obscure grave — where corpse decay. Moulder in dust and putrefy away,— No rest is there ; for the immortal soul Takes its full flight and flutters round the Pole ; Sometimes I hover over the Euxine sea — From Pole to Sphere, until the judgment day- Over the Thracian Bosphorus do I float, And pass the Stygian lake in Charon's boat, O'er Vulcan's fiery court and sulph'rous cave, And ride like Neptune on a briny wave ; 440 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. Li&t to the blowing noise of Etna's flames, And court the shades of Amazonian dames ; Then take thy flight xip to the gleamy moon : Thus do I wander until the day of doom. Proceed I dare not, or I would unfold A horrid tale would make your blood run cold, Chill all your nerves and smews in a trice Like whispering rivulets cony,ealed to ice. " Sir Char. Ere you depart me, ghost, I here demand You'd let me know your last divine command ! " The ghost says that the young man must die in the battle ; thaji it will go ill for him if he die in the wrong cause; and, therein fore, that he had best go over to the Protestants — which pool Sir Charles (not without many sighs for Jemima) consents tci do. He goes off then, saying — I " I'll join my countrymen, and yet proclaim ' Nassau's great title to the crimson plain.'''' In Act v., that desertion turns the fate of the day. Sars- field enters with his sword drawn, and acknowledges his fatej, *' Aughrim," exclaims Lord Lucan, " Aughrim is now no more, St. Ruth is dead, And all his guards are from the battle fled, As he rode down the hill he met his fall, A nd died a victim to a cannon ball." And he bids the Frenchman's body to , " lie Hke Pompey in his gore, Whose hero's blood encircles the Egyptian shore." " Four hundred Irish prisoners we have got," exclaims an Engjf' lish General, " and seven thousand lyeth on the spot." Iiir fatt, they are entirely discomfited, and retreat off the stage aM together ; while, in the moment of victory, poor Sir Charles; Godfrey enters, wounded to death, according to the old gentle-' man's prophecy. He is racked by bitter remorse : he tells his love of his treachery, and declares " no crocodile was ever more unjust." His agony increases, the " optic nerves grow dim and lose their sight, and all his veins are now exhausted quite ; " and he dies in the arms of his Jemima, who stabs herself in the usual way. And so every one being disposed, of the drums and trumpets: give a great peal, the audience huzzas, and the curtain falls onit Ginckle and his friends exclaiming — ' '* May all the gods th' au^icious eveaini^ ble Who crowns Great gritain's arrums with s bless, success ! T}{E IRISH SKF/rCll HOi)K. 44 1 And questioning the prosody, what Englishman will not join in the sentiment ? In the interlude the band (the pipe) performs a favorite air. Jack the waiter and candle-snuffer looks to see that all is ready ; and after the dire business of the tragedy, comes in to sprinkle the stage with water (and perhaps a little whiskey in it). Thus all things being arranged, the audience fakes its seat again and the afterpiece begins. Two of the little yellow volumes purchased at Ennis are entitled " The Irish and Hibernian Tales. The former are modern, and the latter of an ancient sort ; and so great is the superiority of the old stories- over the new, in fancy, dramatic interest, and humor, that one can't help fancying Hibernia must have been a very superior country to Ireland. These Hibernian novels, too, are evidently intended for the hedge-school universities. They have the old tricks and some of the old plots that one has read in many popular le- gends of almost all countries, F.uropean and Eastern : success- ful cunning is the great virtue applauded ; and the heroes pass through a thousand wild extravagant dangers, such as could only have been invented when art was young and faith was large. And as the honest old author of the tales says " they are suited to the meanest as well as the highest capacity, tend- ing both to improve the fancy and enrich the mind," let us con- clude the night's entertainment by reading one or two of them; and reposing after the doleful tragedy which has been repre- sented. The " Black Thief" is worthy of the Arabian Nights, I think, — as wild and odd as an Eastern tale. It begins, as usual, with a King and Queen w^ho lived once on a time in the South of Ireland, and had three sons ; but the Queen being on her death-bed, and fancying her husband might marry again, and unwilling that her children should be under the jurisdiction of any other woman, besought his Maj- esty to place them in a tower at her death, and keep them there safe until the young Princes should come of age. The Queen dies : the King of course marries again, and the new Queen, who bears a son too, hates the offspring of the former marriage, and looks about for means to destroy them. " At length the Queen, having got some business with the hen- wife, went herself to her, and after a long conference passed, was taking leave of her, when the hen-wife prayed that if ever she should come back to her again she might break her neck. ^42 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. * The Queen, greatly incensed at such a daring insult from on of her meanest subjects, to make such a prayer on her, de manded immediately the reason, or she would have her put to death. 'It is worth your while, madam,' says the hen-wife, 'to pay me well for it, for the reason I prayed so on you concerns you much.' ' What must I pay you 'i ' asked the Queen. ' Yoi must give me,' says she ' the full of a pack of wool : and I have an ancient crock which you must fill with butter ; likewise j barrel which you must fill for me full of wheat.' ' How mucl wool will it take to the pack ? ' says the Queen. ' It will take seven herds of sheep,' said she, 'and their increase for sever years.' 'How much butter will it take to fill your . crock ? ' Seven dairies,' said she, ' and the increase for seven years. - ' And how much will it take to fill the barrel you have ? ' says the Queen. ' It will take the increase of seven barrels of wheat for seven years,' ' That is a great quantity,' says the Queen, ' but the reason must be extraordinary, and before I \ want it I will give you all you demand.' " The hen-wife acquaints the Queen with the existence of the three sons, and giving her Majesty an enchanted pack of cards, bids her to get the young men to play with her with these cards, and on their losing, to inflict upon them such a task as must infallibly end in their ruin. AH young princes are set upon such tasks, and it is a sort of opening of the pan- tomime, before the tricks and activity begin. The Queen went home, and "got speaking" to the King "in regard o his children, and she broke it off to him in a very polite anc engaging manner, so that he could see no muster or design h it." The King agreed to bring his sons to court, and at night when the royal party " began to sport, and play at all kinds o: diversions," the Queen cunningly challenged the three Prince; to play cards. They lose, and she sends them in consequenc^ to bring her back the Knight of the Glen's wild steed of bells. On their road (as wandering young princes, Indian or Iiish, always do) they meet with the Black Thief of Sloan, who tells them what they must do. But they are caught in the attempt, and brought " into that dismal part of the palace where the Knight kept a furnace always boiling, in which he threw all offenders that ever came in his way, which in a few minntei ' would entirely consume them. ' Audacious villains ! ' says th Knight of the Glen, ' how dare you attempt so bold an action as to steal my steed ? see now the reward of your folly : for your greater punishment, I will not boil you altogether, but one i THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 443 after the other, so that he that survives may witness the dire afflictions of his unfortunate companions.' So saying, he or- dered his servants to stir up the fire. ' We will boil the eldest- looking of these young men first,' says he, * and so on to the last, which will be this old champion with the black cap. He seems to be the captain, and looks as if he had come through many toils,' — ^' I was as near death once as this Prince is yet,' says the Black Thief, ' and escaped ; and so will he too.' ' No, you never were,' said the Knight, ' for he is within two or three minutes of his latter end.' ' But,' says the Black Thief, ' I was within one moment of my death, and I am here yet.' ' How was that ? ' says the Knight. ' I would be glad to hear it, for it seems to be impossible.' ' If you think. Sir Knight,' says the Black Thief, ' that the danger I was in surpassed that of this young man, will you pardon him his crime ? ' 'I will,' says the Knight, ' so go on with your story.' " ' I was, sir,' says he, ' a very wild boy in my youth, and came through many distresses : once in particular, as I was on my rambling, I was benighted, and could find no lodging. At length I came to an old kiln, and being much fatigued, I went up and lay on the ribs. I had not been long there, when I saw three witches coming in with three bags of gold. Each put her bag of gold under her head as if to sleep. I heard the one say to the other that if the Black Thief came on them while they slept he would not leave them a penny. I found by their discourse that everybody had got my name into their mouth, though I kept silent as death during their discourse. At length they fell fast asleep, and then I stole softly down, and seeing some turf convenient^ I placed one under each of their heads, and off I went with their gold as fast as I could. " ' I had not gone far,' continued the Thief of Sloan, * until I saw a greyhound, a hare, and a hawk in pursuit of me, and began to think it must be the witches that had taken that metamorphosis, in order that I might not escape them unseen either by land or water. Seeing they did not appear in any formidable shape, I was more than once resolved to attack them, thinking that with my broadsword I could easily destroy them. But considering again that it was perhaps still in their power to become so, I gave over the attempt, and climbed with difficulty up a tree, bringing my sword in my hand, and all the gold along with me. However, when they came to the tree they found what I had done, and, making further use of their hellish art, one of .them was changed into a smith's anvil, and another into a piece of iron, of which the third was soon made 444 THE IKLSH SKETCH BOOK. a hatchet. Having the hatchet made, she fell to cutting down the tree, and in the course of an hour it began to shake with me.' " This is very good and original. The " boiling " is in the first fee-faw-fum style, and the old allusion to " the old cham- pion in the black cap " has the real Ogresque humor. Nor is that simple contrivance of the honest witches without its charm : for if, instead of wasting their time, the one in turning herself into an anvil, the other into a piece of iron, and so l^ammering out a hatchet at "considerable labor and expense— if either of them had turned herself into a hatchet at once, tney might have chopped down the Black Thief before cock-crow, when they were obliged to fly off and leave him in possession of the bags of gold. The eldest Prince is ransomed by the Knight of the Glen in consequence of this story : and the second Prince escapes on account of the merit of a second story ; but the great story of all is of course reserved for the youngest Prince. " I was one day on my travels," says the Black Thief, " and I came into a large forest, where I wandered a long time and could not get out of it. At length I came to a large castle, and fatigue obliged me to crawl into the same, where I found a young woman, and a child sitting on her knee and she crying. I asked her what made her cry, and where the lord of the castle was, for I wondered greatly that I saw no stir of ser- vants or any person about the place. ' It is well for you,' says the woman, ' that the lord of this castle is not at home at present ; for he is a monstrous giant, with but one eye on his forehead, who lives on human flesh. He brought me this child,' says she — ' I do not know where he got it — and ordered me to make it into a pie, and I cannot help crying at the com- mand.' I told her that if she knew of any place convenient that I could leave the child safely, I would do it, rather than it should be buried in the bowels of such a monster. She told of a house a distance off, where I would get a woman who would take care of it. ' But what will I do in regard of the pie .'' ' ' Cut a finger off it,' said I, '•and I will bring you in a young wild pig out of the forest, which you may dress as if it was the child, and put the finger in a certain place, that if the giant doubts anything about it, you ma}^ know where to turn it over at first, and when he sees it he will be fully satis- fied that it is made of the child.' She agreed to the plan I proposed ; and, cutting off the child's finger, by her direction I soon had it at the house she told me of and brought her the THE riUSH SKETCH BOOK. 445 little pig in the place of it. She then made ready the pie ; and, after, eating and drinking lieartily myself, I was just taking my leave of the young woman when we observed the giant coming through the castle-gates. ' Lord bless me ! ' said she, ' what will you do now ? run away and lie down among the dead bodies that he has in the room ' (showing me the place), * and strip off your clothes that he may not know you from the rest if he has occasion to go that way.' I took her advice, and laid myself down among the rest, as if dead, to see how he would behave. The first tiling I heard was him calling for his pie. When she set it down before him, he swore it smelt like swine's flesh ; but, knowing where to find the finger, she immediately turned it up — which fairly convinced him of the contrary. The pie only served to sharpen his appetite, and I heard him sharpen his knife, and saying he must have a collop or two, for he was not near satisfied. But what was my terror when I heard the giant groping among the bodies, and, fancying myself, cut the half of my hip off, and took it with him to be roasted. You may be certain I was in great pain ; but the fear of being killed prevented me from making any complaint. However, when he had eat all, he began to drink hot liquors in great abundance, so that in a short time he could not hold up his head, but threw himself on a large creel he had made for the purpose, and fell fast asleep. Whe7i ever I heard him snoring, bad as I was, I went up and caused the woman to bind my wound with a handkerchief ; and taking the giant's spit, I red- dened it in the fire, and ran it through the eye, but was not able to kill him. However, I left the spit sticking in his head and took to my heels ; but I soon found he was in joursuit of me, although blind ; and, having an enchanted ring, he threw it at me, and it fell on my big toe and remained fastened to it. The giant then called to the ring, ' Where it was } ' and to my great surprise it made him answer, ' On my foot,' and he, guided by the same, made a leap at me — which I had the good luck to observe, and fortunately escaped the danger. However, I found running was of no use in saving me as long as I had the ring on my foot ; so I took my sword and cut off the toe it was fastened on, and threw both into a large fish-pond that was convenient. The giant called again to the ring, which, by the power of enchantment, always made answer ; but he, not know- ing what I had done, imagined it was still on some part of me, and made a violent leap to seize me — when he went into the pond over head and ears and was drowned. Now, Sir Knight," said the Thief of Sloan, " you see what dangers I came through 446 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. and always escaped ; but indeed I am lame for want of my toe ever since." And now remains but one question to be answered," viz. : How is the Black Thief himself to come off ? This difficulty is solved in a very dramatic way and with a sudden turn in the narrative that is very wild and curious. " My lord and master," says an old woman that was listen ing all the time, " that story is but too true, as I well know . for I am th^ very wo??tafi that was in the ^fia7it's castle^ and you, my lord, the child that I was to make into a pic ; and this is the very man that saved yoiir life, which you may know by the want of your hnger that was taken off, as you have heard, to deceive the giant." That fantastical way of bearing testimony to the previous tale, by producing an old woman who says the tale is not only true, but she was the very old woman who lived in the giant's castle, is almost a stroke of genius. It is fine to think that the simple chronicler found it necessary to have a proof for his story, and he was no doubt perfectly contented with the proof found. " The Knight of the Glen, greatly surprised at what he had heard the old woman tell, and knowing he wanted his finger from his childhood, began to understand that ^he story was true enough. ' And is this my dear deliverer ? ' says he. ' O brave fellow, I not only pardon you all, but I will keep you with myself while you live ; where you shall feast like princes and have every attendance that I have myself.' They all re- turned thanks on their knees, and the Black Thief told him the reason they attempted to steal the steed of bells, and the necessity they were under of going home. ' Well,' says the Knight of the Glen, ' if that's the case, I bestow you my steed rather than this brave fellow should die : so you may go when you please : only remember to call and see me betimes, that we may know each other well.' They promised they would, and with great joy they set off for the King their father's palace, and the Black Thief along with them. The wicked Queen was standing all this time on the tower, and hearing the bells ringing at a great distance off, knew very well it was the Princes coming home, and the steed with them, and through spite and vexation precipitated herself from the tower and was shattered to pieces. The three Princes lived happy and well during their father's reign, always keeping the Black Thief along with them ; but how they did after the old King's death is not known." THE IRISH- SKETCH BOOK. 447 Then we come upon a story that exists in many a European language — of the man cheating Death ; then to the history of the Apprentice Thief, who of course cheated his masters : which, too, is an old tale, and may have been told very likely among those Phcenicians who were the fathers of the Hibernians, for whom these tales were devised. A very curious tale is there concerning Manus O'Malaghan and the Fairies : — " In the parish of Ahoghill lived Manus O'Malaghan. As he was search- ing for a calf that had strayed^ he heard many people talking. Drawing near, he distinctly heard them repeating, one after the other, * Get me a horse, get me a horse ; ' and * Get me a horse too,' says Manus. Manus was instantly mounted on a steed, surrounded with a vast crowd, who galloped off, taking poor Manus with them. In a short time they suddenly stopped in a large wide street, asking Manus if he knew where he was ? ' Faith,' says he, * I do not.' 'You are in Spain^^ said they." Here we have again the wild mixture of the positive and the fanciful. The chronicler is careful to tell us why Manus went out searching for a calf, and this positiveness prodigiously increases the reader's wonder at the subsequent events. And the question and answer of the mysterious horsemen is fine : *' Don't you know where you are 1 In Spain.^"* A vague solu- tion, such as one has of occurrences in dreams sometimes. The history of Robin the Blacksmith is full of these strange flights of poetry. He is followed about " by a little boy in a green jacket," who performs the most wondrous feats of the blacksmith's art, as follows : — " Robin was asked to do something, who wisely shifted it, saying he would be very sorry not to give the honor of the first trick to his lordship's smith — at which the latter was called forth to the bellows. When the fire was well kindled, to the great surprise of all present, he blew a great shower of wheat out of the fire, which fell through all the shop. They then demanded of Robin to try what he could do. ' Pho ! ' said Robin, as if he thought nothing of what was done. ' Come,' said he to the boy, ' I think I showed you something like that.' The boy goes then to the bellows and blew out a great flock of pigeons, who soon devoured all the grain and then disap- peared. " The Dublin smith, sorely vexed that such a boy should outdo him, goes a second time to the bellows and blew a fine trout out of the hearth, who jumped into a little river that was running by the shop-door and was seen no more at that time. " Robin then said to the boy, ' Come, you must bring us ^^8 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. yon trout back again, to let the gentlemen see we can do some- thing.' Away the boy goes and blew^ a large otter out of the hearth, who immediately leaped into the river and in a short time returned with the trout in his mouth, and then disappeared. All present allowed that it was a folly to attempt a competition any further." The boy in the green jacket was one " of a kind of small beings called fairies ; " and not a little does it add to the charm of these wild tales to feel, as one reads tliem, that the writer must have believed in his heart a great deal of what he told. You see the tremor as it were, and a wild look of the eyes, as the story-teller sits in his nook and recites, and peers wistfully round les^ the beings he talks of be really at hand. Let us give a couple of the little tales entire. They are not so fanciful as those before mentioned, but of the comic sort, and suited to the first kind of capacity mentioned by the author In his preface. gonal!& anb Ijis H^ig^bors. " HuDDEN and Dudden and Donald O'Neary were near neighbors in the barony of Ballinconlig, and ploughed with three bullocks ; but the two former, envying the present pros- perity of the latter, determined to kill his bullock to prevent his farm being properly cultivated and labored — that, going back in the world, he might be induced to sell his lands, which they meant to get possession of. Poor Donald, finding his bullock killed, immediately skinned it, and throwing the skin over his shoulder, with the fleshy side out, set off to the next town with it, to dispose of it to the best advantage. Going along the road a magpie flew on the top of the hide, and began picking it, chattering all the time. This bird had been taught to speak and imitate the human voice, and Donald, thinking he understood some words it was saying, put round his hand and caught hold of it. Having got possession of it, he jDut it under his great-coat, and so went on to the town. Having sold the hide, he went into an inn to take a dram ; and, fol- lowing the landlady into the cellar, he gave the bird a squeeze, which caused it to chatter some broken accents that sur- prised her very much. ' What is that I hear ? ' said she to Donald : ' I think it is talk, and yet I do not understand.' ' Indeed,' said Donald, ' it is a bird I have that tells me everything, and I always carry it with me to know when there is any danger. Faith,' says he, ' it says you have far better THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 449 liquor than you are giving me.' ' That is strange,' said she, going to another cask of better quaHty, and asking him if he would sell the bird. ' I will,' said Donald, ' if I get enough for it.' ' I will fill your hat with silver if you leave it with me.' Donald was glad to hear the news, and, taking the silver, set off, rejoicing at his good luck. He had not been long home when he met with Hudden and Dudden. ' Ha ! ' said he ' you thought you did me a bad turn, but you could not have done me a better . for look here what I have got for the hide,' show- ing them the hatful of silver. ' You never saw such a demand for hides in your life as there is at present.' Hudden and Dud- den that very night killed their bullocks, and set out the next morning to sell their hides. On coming to the place they went to all the merchants, but could only get a trifle for them. At last they had to take what they could get, and came home in a great rage and vowing revenge on poor Donald. He had a pretty good guess how matters would turn out, and his bed being under the kitchen-window, he was afraid they would rob him, or perhaps kill him when he was asleep ; and on that ac- count, when he was going to bed, he left his old mothei: in his bed, and lay down in her place, which was in the other side of the house, and they, taking the old woman for Donald, choked her in the bed ; but he making some noise, they had to retreat and leave the money behind them, which grieved them very much. However, by daybreak, Donald got his mother on his back and carried her to town. Stopping at a well, he fixed his mother with her staff as if she was stooping for a drink, and then went into a public-house convenient and called for a dram. * I wish,' said he to a woman that stood near him, you would tell my mother to come in. She is at yon well tr}dng to get a drink, and she is hard in hearing : if she does not observe you give her a little shake, and tell her that I want her.' The woman called her several times, but she seemed to take no notice : at length she went to her and shook her by the arm ; but when she let her go again, she tumbled on her head into the well, and, as the woman thought, was drowned. She, in great fear and surprise at the accident, told Donald what had happened. 'O mercy,' said he, 'what is this.'*' He ran and pulled her out of the well, weeping and lamenting all the time, and acting in such a manner that you would imagine that he had lost his senses. The woman, on the other hand was far worse than Donald . for his' grief was only feigned, but she imagined herself to be the cause of the old woman's death. The mhabitants of the town, hearing what had happened, 29 45 o THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. agreed to make Donald up a good sum of money for his loss, as the accident happened in their place ; and Donald brought a greater sum liome with him than he got for the magpie. Thev buried Donald's mother; and as soon as he sawHudden aiKJ Dudden, he showed them the last purse of money he had got. ' You thought to kill me last night,' said he ; but it was good for me it happened on my mother, for I got all that purse for her to make gunpowder.' " That very night Hudden and Dudden killed their mothers, and the next morning set off with them to town. ( n coming to the town with their burdens on their backs, they went up and down crying, ' Who will buy old wives for gunpowder ? ' so that every one laughed at them, and the boys at last clodded them out of the place. They then saw the cheat, and vowing revenge on Donald, buried the old women and set off in pursuit of him. Coming to his house, they found him sitting at his breakfast, and seizing him, put him in a sack, and went to drown him in a river at some distance. As they w^ere going along the highway they r.iised a hare, which they saw had but three feet, and throwing off the sack, ran after her, thinking by appearance she would be easily taken. In their absence there came a drover that way, and hearing Donald singing in the sack, wondered greatly what could be the matter. ' What is the reason,' said he, ' that you are singing, and you confined ? ' ' O, I am going to heaven,' said Donald : ' and in a shore time I expect to be free from trouble.' 'Oh dear,' said the drover, ' what will I give )'ou if you let me to 3^our place ? ' ' Indeed I do not know,' said he: 'it would take a good sum.' I have not much money said the drover; 'but I have twenty head of fine cattle, which I will give you to exchange places with me.' 'Well, well,' says Donald, 'I don't care if I should : loose the sack and I will come out.' In a moment the drover liberated him, and went into the sack himself : and Donald drove home the fine heifers and left them in his pasture. " Hudden and Dudden having caught the hare, returned, and getting the sack on one of their backs, carried Donald, as they thought, to the river, and threw him in, where he im- mediately sank. They then marched home, intending to take immediate possession of Donald's property ; but how great was their surprise, when they found him safe at home before them, with such a fine herd of cattle, whereas they knew he had none before ? ' Donald,' said they, ' what is all this ! We thought vou were drowned, and yet you are here before us ? ' ' Ah ! ' said he, ' if I had but help along with me when you threw me THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 451 n, it would have been the best job ever I met with ; for of all he sight of cattle and gold that ever was seen, is there, and no )ne to own them ; but I was not able to manage more than you iCe, and I could show you the spot where you might get lundreds.' They both swore they would be his friends, and Donald accordingly led them to a very deep part of the river, md lifting up a stone, 'Now,' said he, 'watch this,' throwing t into the stream. ' There is the very place, and go in, one of 'ou first, and if you want help you have nothing to do but call.' jiudden jumping in, and sinking to the bottom, rose up again, md making a bubbling noise as those do that are drowning, ,eemed trying to speak but could not. * What is that he is ■aying now?' says Dudden. 'Faith,' says Donald, he is call- ng for help — don't you hear him t Stand about,' continued he unning back, ' till I leap in. I know how to do better than any )f you.' Dudden, to have the advantage of him, jumped in off he bank, and was drowned along with Hudden. And that was he end of Hudden and Dudden." " A POOR man in the North of Ireland was under the lecessity of selling his cow to help to support his family, having sold his cow, he went into an inn and called for some iquor. Having drunk pretty heartily, he fell asleep, and when le awoke he found he had been robbed of his money. Poor loger was at a loss to know hoM^ to act ; and, as is often the base, when the landlord found that his money was gone, he iurned him out of doors. The night was extremely dark, and he poor man was compelled to take up his lodging in an old minhabited house at the end of the town. " Roger had not remained long here until he was surprised )y the noise of three men, whom he observed making a hole, md, having deposited something therein, closing it carefully up igain and then going away. The next morning, as Roger was valking towards the town, he heard that a cloth shop had been obbed to a great amount, and that a reward of thirty pounds :vas offered to any person who could discover the thieves. This vas joyful news to Roger, who recollected what he had been vitness to the night before. He accordingly went to the shop md told the gentleman that for the reward he would recover he goods, and secure the robbers, provided he got six stout nen to attend him. All which was thankfully granted him. " At night Roger and his men concealed themselves in the 452 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. I old house, and in a short time after the robbers came to the.; spot for the purpose of removing their booty ; but they were instantly seized and carried into the town prisoners, with the goods. Roger received the reward and returned home, well, satisfied with his good luck. Not many days after, it was] noised over the country that this robbery was discovered by the help of one of the best Spaemen to be found — insomuch that it reached the ears of a worthy gentleman of the county of Derry, who made strict inquiry to find him out. Having at length discovered his abode, he sent for Roger, and told him he was every day losing some valuable article, and as he was famed for discovering lost things, if he could find out the same, he should be handsomely rewarded. Poor Roger was put to a stand, not knowing what answer to make, as he had not the smallest knowledge of the like. But recovering himself a httle, he resolved to humor the joke ; and, thinking he would make a good dinner and some drink of it, told the gentleman he would try what he could do, but that he must have a room to himself for three hours, during which time he must have three bottles of strong ale and his dinner. All which the gentleman told him he should have. No sooner was it made known that the Spaeman was in the house than the servants were all in con- fusion, wishing to know what would be said. "As soon as Roger had taken his dinner, he was shown into an elegant room, where the gentleman sent him a quart of , ale by the butler. No sooner had he set down the ale than - Roger said, ' There comes one of them ' (intimating the bar- gain he had made with the gentleman for the three quarts), which the butler took in a wrong light and imagined it was , himself. He went away in great confusion and told his wife. ' 'Poor fool,' said she, 'the fear makes you think it is you he \ means; but I w^ill attend in your place, and hear what he will , say to me.' Accordingly she carried the second quart : but no j sooner had she opened the door than Roger cried, * There comes two of them.' The woman, no less surprised tlian her husband, told him the Spaeman knew her too. * And what will we do.? ' said he. 'We will be hanged.' ' I will tell you what we must do,' said she : ' we must send the groom the next time ; and if he is known, we must offer him a good sum not to discover on us.' The butler went to William and told , him the whole story, and that he must go next to see what the Spaeman would say to him, telling him at the same time, what to do ni case he was known also. When the hour was expired, William was sent with the third quart of ale — \>hich when TKK IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 4:; 3 vOger observed, he cried out, 'There ib the tliird and last of lein ! ' At which the groom changed color, and told him that if he would not discover on them, they would show him /here the goods were all concealed and give him five pounds esides.' Roger, not a little surprised at the discovery he had lade, told him ' if he recovered the goods, he would follow them 10 further.' ''By this time the gentleman called Roger to know how he ad succeeded. He told him ' he could find the goods, but hat *:he thief w^as gone.' ' I will be well satisfied,' said he., with the goods, for some of them are very valuable.' Let the )utlet come along with me, and the whole shall be recovered.' Roger was accordingly conducted to the back of the stables, .vhere the articles w^ere concealed, — such as silver cups, spoons, 3o\vh, knives, forks, and a variety of other articles of great value. " When the supposed Spaemen brought back the stolen goods the gentleman was so highly pleased with Roger that he insistel on his remaining with him always, as he supposed he woulc be perfectly safe as long as he was about his house. Roge; gladly embraced the offer, and in a few days took pos- sessio), of apiece of land which the gentleman had given to him in consideration of his great abilities. "Sane time after this the gentleman was relating^ to a large, compa.-y the discovery Roger had made, and that he could tell anythinr. One of the gentlemen said he would dress a dish of meat, aid bet fifty pounds that he could not tell what was in it, though he would allow him to taste it. The bet being taken and tl-e dish dressed, the gentleman .sent for Roger and told him tb bet that was depending on him. Poor Roger did not know ^hat to do ; but at last lie consented to the trial. The dish buig produced, he tasted it, but could not tell what it was. At lastseeinghe was fairly beat, he said, ' Gentlemen, it is folly to talk . the fox may run a while, but he is caught at last,' — • alIow'n< with himself that he w^as found out. The gentleman that lac made the bet then confessed that it was a fox he had dresed in the dish : at which they all shouted out in favor of the Sjaeman, — particularly his master, who had more confidence in hin than ever. ''Roger then v/ent home, and so famous did he become, that 10 one dared take anythitig but what belonged to them, fearig that the Spaeman would discover on them." Ad SQwp shut up the Hedgt^-^school Library, an$l close the 454 • THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. Gal way Night's Entertainments. They are not quite so geiitee| as Ahnack's to be sure ; but many a lady who has her open box in London has listened to a piper in Ireland. Perhaps the above verses and tales are not unlike my little'j Galway musician. They are grotesque and rugged ; but theyl are pretty and innocent-hearted too ; and as such, polite persons may deign to look at them for once in a way. While we . have Signor Costa \\\ a white neck-cloth ordering opera-bands to play for us the music of Donizetti, which is not only sublime but genteel : of course such poor little operatives as he who plays the wind instrument yonder cannot expect to be heard often. But is not this Galway.? and how far is Galway from the Hay- market ? CHATER XVII. FROM GALWAY TO BALLINAHINCH. The Clifden car, which carries the Dublin letters irto the heart of Connemara, conducts the passenger over one of the most wild and beautiful districts that it is ever the fortune of a traveller to examine ; and I could not help thinking,as we passed through it, at how much pains and expense honet Eng- lish cockneys are to go and look after natural beauies far inferior, in countries which, though more distant, are not a whit more strange than this one. No doubt, ere long, when people know how easy the task is, the rush of London toirism will come this way : and I shall be very happy if these pages shall be able to awaken in one bosom beating in TooleyStreet or the Temple the desire to travel towards Ireland next ear. After leaving the quaint old town behind us, and asoei'ding one or two small eminences to the north-westward, the travdler, from the car, gets a view of the wide sheet of Lough Ccrrib shining in the sun, as we saw it, with its low dark banks strCch- ing round it. If the view is gloomy, at least it is characterisic : nor are we delayed by it very long ; for though the lake strethes northwards into the very midst of the Joyce country, (ad is there in the close neighborhood of another huge lake, Lugh Mask, which again is near to another sheet of water,) yet rom J'HK FRfSH SKETCH BOOK. . 4^5 this road henceforth, after keeping company with it for some live miles, we only get occasional views of it, passing over hills and through trees, by many rivers and smaller lakes, which are dependent upon that of Corrib. Gentlemen's seats, on the road from Galway to Moycullien, are scattered in great profusion. Perhaps there is grass growing on the gravel-walk, and the iron gates of the tumble-down old lodges are rather rickety _, but, for all that, the places look comfortable, hospitable, and spacious. As for the shabbiness and want of finish here and there, the p]nglish eye grows quite accustomed to it in a month ; and I find the bad condition of the Galway houses by no means so painful as that of the places near Dublin. At some of the lodges, as we pass, the mail-carman, with a warning shout, flings a bag of letters. I saw a little party looking at one which lay there in the road crying, " Come take me ! " but nobody cares to steal a bag of letters in this country, I suppose, and the car- man drove on without any alarm. Two days afterwards a gentleman with whom I was in company left on a rock his book of fishing-flies ; and I can assure you there was a very different feeling expressed about the safety of f/mf. In the first part of the journey, the neighborhood of the road seemed to be as populous as in other parts of the country : troops of red-petticoated peasantry peering from their stone- cabins ; yelling children fcllowing the car, and crying, " Lash, lash ! " It was Sunday, and you would see many a white chapel among the green bare plains to the right of the road, the court- yard blackened with a swarm of cloaks. The service seems to continue (on the part of the people) all day. Troops of people issuing from the chapel met us at Moycullen ; and ten miles further on, at Oughterard, their devotions did not yet seem to be concluded. A more beautiful village can scarcely be seen than this. It stands upon Lough Corrib, the banks of which are here, for once at least, picturesque and romantic : and a pretty river, the Feogh, comes rushing over rocks and by woods until it passes the town and meets the lake. Some pretty buildings in the village stand on each bank of this stream : a Roman Catholic chapel with a curate's neat lodge ; a little church on one side of it, a fine court-house of gray stone on the other. And here It is that we get into the famous district of Connemara, so cele- brated in Irish stories, so mysterious to the London tourist. ''* It presents Itself," says the Guide-book, '' under every possible CombinAtion of heathy moor, bog, lake, and mountain. Ex- ^^ 6 . T//F IRISH SKE TCII BOOK. tensive mossy plains and wild pastoral valleys lie embosomed among the mountains, and support numerous herds of cattle and horses, for which the district has been long celebrated. These wild solitudes, which occupy by far the greater part of the centre of the country, are held by a hardy and ancient race of grazing farmers, who live in a very primitive state, and, generally speaking, till little beyond what supplies their imme- iate wants. For the first ten miles the country is comparatively open ; and the mountains on the left, which are not of great elevation, can be distinctly traced as they rise along the edge of the heathy plain. " Our road continues along the Feogh river, which expands itself into several considerable lakes, and at five miles from Oughterard We reach Lough Bofin, which the road also skirts. Passing in succession Lough-a-Preaghan, the lakes of Anderran and Shindella, at ten miles from Oughterard we reach Slyme and Lynn's Inn, or Half-way House, which is near the shore of Loughonard. Now, as we advance towards the group of Bina- bola, or the Tw'elve Pins, the most gigantic scenery is dis- played." But the best guide-book that ever was written cannot set the view before the mind's eye of the reader, and I won't at- tempt to pile up big words in place of these wild mountains, over which the clouds as they passed, or the sunshine as it went and came, cast every variety of tint, light, and shadow ; nor can it be expected that long, level sentences, however smooth and shining, can be made to pass as representations of those calm lakes by wdiich we took our way. All one can do is to lay down the pen and ruminate, and cry, " Beautiful ! " once more ; and to the reader say, " Come and see ! " Wild and wide as the prospect around us is, it has somehow a kindly, friendly look ; differing in this from the lierce loneli- ness of some similar scenes in Wales that I have viewed. Ragged women and children come out of rude stone-huts to see the car as it passes. But it is impossible for the pencil to give due raggedness to the rags, or to convey a certain pictur- esque mellowness of color that the garments assume. The sexes, with regard to raiment, do not seem to be particular. There were many boys on the road in the national red petti- coat, having no other covering for their lean brown legs. As for shoes, the women eschew them almost entirely ; and I saw a peasant trudging from mass in a handsome scarlet cloak, a fine blue-cloth gown, turned up to show a new lining of the THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 457 same color, and a petticoat quite white and neat — in a dress of which the cost must have been at least 10/. ; and her husband walked in front carrying her shoes and stockings. The road had conducted us for miles through the vast property of the gentleman to whose house I was bound, Mr. Martin, the Member for the county ; and the last and prettiest part of the journey was round the Lake of Ballinahinch, with tall mountains rising immediately above us on the right, pleas- ant woody hills on the opposite side of the lake, with the roof of the houses rising above the trees ; and in an island in the midst of the water a ruined old castle cast a long white reflec- tion into the blue waters where it lay. A land-pirate used to live in that castle, one of the peasants told me, in the time of " Oliver Cromwell." And a fine fastness it was for a robber, truly : for there was no road through these wild countries in his time — nay, only thirty 3^ears since, this lake was at three days' distance of Galway. Then comes the question. What, in a coun- try where there were no roads and no travellers, and where the inhabitants have been wretchedly poor from time immemorial, — what was there for the land-pirate to rob ? But let us not be too curious about times so early as those of Oliver Cromwell. I have heard the name many times from the Irish peasant, who still has an awe of the grim, resolute Protector. The builder of Ballinahinch House has placed it to com- mand a view of a pretty melancholy river that runs by it, through many green flats and picturesque rocky grounds ; but from the lake it is scarcel}^ visible. And so, in like manner, I fear it must remain invisible to the reader too, with all its kind inmates, and frank, cordial hospitality ; unless he may take a fancy to visit Galway himself, when, as I can vouch, a very small pretext will make him enjoy both. It will, however, be only a small breach of confidence to say that the major-domo of the establishment (who has adopted accurately the voice and manner of his master, with a severe dignity of his own which is quite original,) ordered me on going to bed ''not to move in the morning till he called me," at the same time expressing a hearty hope that I should " want noth- ing more that evening." Who would dare, after such peremp- tory orders, not to fall asleep immediately, and in this way disturb the repose of Mr. J — n M-ll-y ? There may be many comparisons drawn between English and Irish gentlemen's houses ; but perhaps the most striking point of difference between the two is the immense following of 458 THE IRISH Sk'ETCH BOOK. the Irish house, such as would make an EngUsh housekeeper crazy ahnost. Three comfortable, well-clothed, good-humored fellows walked down with me from the car, persisting in carry- ing one a bag, another a sketching stool, and so on. Walkmg about the premises in the morning, sundry others were visible in the court-yard and near the kitchen-door. In the grounds a gentleman, by name Mr. Marcus C-rr, began discoursing to me regarding the place, the planting, the fish, the grouse, and the Master; being himself, doubtless, one of the irregulars of the house. As for maids, there were half a score of them skurrying about the house \ and I am not ashamed to confess that some of them were exceedingly good-looking. And if I might venture to say a word more, it would be respecting Connemara break- fasts ; but this would be an entire and flagrant breach of confi- dence : and, to be sure, the dinners were just as good. One of the days of my three days' visit was to be devoted to the lakes ; and as a party had been arranged for the second day after my arrival, I was glad to take advantage of the society of a gentleman staying in the house, and ride with him to the neighboring town of Clifden. The ride thither from Ballinahinch is surprisingly beautiful ; and as you ascend the high ground from the two or three rude stone-huts which face the entrance-gates of the house, there are views of the lakes and the surrounding country which the best parts of Killarney do not surpass, I think; although the Conne- mara lakes do not possess the advantage of wood which belongs to the famous Kerry landscape. But the cultivation of the country is only in its infancy as yet, and it is easy to see how vast its resources are, and what capital and cultivation may do for it. In the green patches among the rocks, and on the mountain-sides, wherever crops were grown, they flourished ; plenty of natural wood is spring- ing up in various places ; and there is no end to what the planter may do, and to what time and care may effect. The carriage-road to Clifden is but ten years old ; as it has brought the means of communication into the country, the commerce will doubtless follow it; and in fact, in going through the whole kingdom, one can't but be struck with the idea that not one hundredth part of its capabilities are yet brought into action, or even known perhaps, and that, by the easy and certain progress of time, Ireland will be poor Ireland no longer. For instance, we rode by a vast green plain, skirting a lake and river, which is now useless almost for pasture, and which THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 455 I little draining will convert into thousands of acres of rich productive land. Streams and falls of water dash by every- vhere — they have only to utilize this water-power for mills and actories — and hard by are some of the finest bays in the world, vhere ships can deliver and receive foreign and home produce. \X Roundstone especially, where a little town has been erected, he bay is said to be unexampled for size, depth, and shelter ; md the Government is now, through the rocks and hills on heir wild shore, cutting a coast-road to Bunown, the most vesterly part of Connemara, whence there is another good oad to Clifden. Among the charges which the " Repealers " )ring against the Union, they should include at least this; they vould never have had these roads but for the Union : roads vhich are as much at the charge of the London tax-payer as )f the most ill-used Milesian in Connaught. A string of small lakes follow the road to Clifden, with nountains on the right of the traveller for the chief part of the vay. A few figures at work in the bog-lands, and a red petticoat )assing here and there, a goat or two browsing among the tones, or a troop of ragged whitey-brown children who came gaze at the car, form the chief society on the road. The irst house at the entrance to Clifden is a gigantic poor-house —tall, large, ugly, comfortable ; it commands the town, and ooks almost as big as every one of the houses therein. The own itself is but of a few years' date, and seems to thrive in ts small way. Clifden Castle is a fine chateau in the neigh- )orhood, and belongs to another owner of immense lands in alway — Mr. D'Arcy. Here a drive was proposed along the coast to Bunown, and was glad to see some more of the country, and its character. Nothing can be wilder. We passed little lake after lake, lying 1 .few furlongs inwards from the shore. There were rocks everywhere, some patches of cultivated land here and there, lor was there any want of inhabitants along this savage coast. There were numerous cottages, if cottages they may be called, md women, and above all, children in plenty. At length we came in sight of a half-built edifice which is ipproached by a rocky, dismal, gray road, guarded by two or hree broken gates, against which rocks and stones were piled, vhich had to be removed to give an entrance to our car. The ates were closed so laboriously, I presume, to prevent the igress of a single black consumptive pig, far gone in the family- vay — a teeming skeleton — that was cropping the thin dry grass 460 THE IRISH SKE7XH BOOK, that grew upon a round hill which rises behind this most dismal castle of Bunown. If the traveller only seeks for strange sights, this place will repay his curiosity. Such a dismal house is not to be seen in all England : or, perhaps, such a dismal situation. The sea lies before and behind ; and on each side, likewise, are rocks and copper-colored meadows, by which a few trees have made an attempt to grow. The owner of the house had, however, begun to add to it ; and there, unfinished, is a whole apparatus of turrets, and staring raw stone and mortar, and fresh ruinous carpenters' work. An4 then the court-yard ! — tumbled-down out-houses, staring empty pointed windows, and new-smeared plaster cracking from the walls — a black heap of turf, a mouldy pump, a wretched old coal-skuttle, emptily sunning itself in the midst of this cheerful scene ! There was an old Gorgon who kept the place, and who was in perfect unison with it : Venus herself would become bearded, blear-eyed, and haggard, if left to be the housekeeper of this dreary place. In the house was a comfortable parlor, inhabited by the priest who has the painful charge of the district. Here were his books and his breviaries, his reading-desk with the cross engraved upon it, and his portrait of Daniel O'Connell the Liberator to grace the walls of his lonely cell. There was a dead crane hanging at the door on a gaff : his red fish-like eyes were staring open, and his eager grinning bill. A rifle-ball had passed through his body. And this was doubtless the only game about the place ; for we saw the sportsman who had killed the bird hunting vainly up the round hill for other food for powder. This gentleman had had good sport, he said, shooting seals upon a neighboring island, four of which animals he nad slain. Mounting up the round hill, we had a view .of the Sline Lights — the most westerly point in Ireland. Here too was a ruined sort of sumiper-house, dedicated " Deo Hiberni^ Liberatori." When these lights were put up, I am told the proprietor of Bunown was recommended to apply for compensation to Parliament, inasmuch as there would be no more wrecks on the coast : from which branch of com- merce the inhabitants of the district used formerly to derive a considerable profit. Between these Sline Lights and America nothing lies but the Atlantic. It w^as beautifully blue and bright on this day, and the sky almost cloudless ; but I think the brightness only made the scene more dismal, it being of that order of beauties which caimot bear the full light, but THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 461 equire a cloud or a curtain to set them off to advantage. A )retty story was told nie by the gentleman who had killed the eals. The place where he had been staying for sport was .Imost as lonely as this Bunown, and inhabited by a priest too a young, lively, well-educated man. " When I came here irst " the priest said, " / cried for two days ; " but afterwards le grew to like the place exceedingly, his whole heart being lirected towards it, his chapel, and hi^ cure. Who would not lonor such missionaries — the virtues they silently practise, and he doctrines they preach ? After hearing that story, I think 3unown looked not quite so dismal, as it is inhabited, they say, 3y such anothe*- character. What a pity it is that John Tuam, n the next county of Mayo, could not find such another her- mitage to learn modesty in, and forget his Graceship, his Lord- hip, and the sham titles by which he sets such store. A moon as round and bright as any moon that ever shone, ind riding in a sky perfectly cloudless, gave us a good promise Df a fine day for the morrow, which was to be devoted to the lakes in the neighborhood of Ballinahinch : one of which, Lough Ina, is said to be of exceeding beauty. But no man can speculate upon Irish weather. I have seen a day beginning with torrents of rain that looked as if a deluge was at hand, clear up in a few minutes, without any reason, and against the prognostications of the glass and all other weather-prophets. So in like manner, after the astonishingly fine night, there came a villanous dark day : which, however, did not set in fairly for rain, until we were an hour on our journey, with a couple of stout boatmen rowing us over Ballinahinch Lake. Being, however, thus fairly started, the water began to come down, not in torrents certainly, but in that steady, creeping, insinua- ting mist, of which we scarce know the luxury in England ; and which, I am bound to say, will wet a man's jacket as satisfac- torily as a cataract w^ould do. It was just such another day as that of the famous stag- hunt at Killarney, in a word ; and as, in the first instance, we went to see the deer killed, and saw nothing thereof, so, in the second case, we went to see the landscape with precisely the same good-fortune. The mountains covered their modest beauties in impenetrable veils of clouds; and the only consola- tion to the boat's crew was, that it was a remarkably good day for trout-lishing — which amusement some people are said to prefer to the examination of landscapes, however beautiful. O you who laboriously throw flies in English rivers, and catch at the expiration of a hard day's walking, casting, and 462 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. wading, two or three feeble little brown trouts of two or three^ ounces in weight, how would you rejoice to have but an hou^'si^ sport in Derryclear or Ballinahinch ; where you have but to ' cast, and lo ! a big trout springs at your fly, and, after making; a vain struggling, splashing, and plunging for a while, is infaU libly landed in the net and thence into the boat. The single ; rod in the boat caught enough fish in an hour to feast the crew, , consisting of five persons, and the family of a herd of Mr.. Martin's, who has a pretty cottage on Derryclear Lake, inhab- ited by a cow and its calf, a score of fowls, and I don't know how many sons and daughters. Having caught enough trout to satisfy any moderate appe- tite, like true sportsmen the gentlemen on board our boat became eager to hook a salmon. Had they hooked a few sah mon, no doubt they would have trolled for whales, or for a mermaid ; one of which finny beauties the w^aterman swore he had seen on the shore of Derryclear — he with Jim Mullen being above on a rock, the mermaid on the shore directly beneath them, visible to the middle, and as usual " racking her hair." It was fair hair, the boatman said ; and he appeared as convinced of the existence of the mermaid as he was of the trout just landed in the boat. In regard of mermaids, there is a gentleman living near Killala Bay, whose name was mentioned to me, and who de- clares solemnly that one day, shooting on the sands there, he saw a mermaid, and determined to try her with a shot. So he drew the small charge from his gun and loaded it with ball — that he always had by him for seal-shooting — fired, and hit the mermaid through the breast. The screams and moans of the creature — whose person he describes most accurately — w-ere the most horrible, heart-rending noises that he ever, he said, heard ; and not only were they heard by him, but by the fisher- men along the coast, who were furiously angry against Mr. A n, because, they said, the injury done to the mermaid would cause her to drive all the fish away from the bay for years to come. But we did not, to my disappointment, catch a glimpse of one of these interesting beings, nor of the great sea-horse which is said to inhabit these waters, nor of any fairies (of whom the stroke-oar, Mr. Marcus, told us not to speak, for they didn't like bein' spoken of) ; nor even of a salmon, though the fishermen produced the most tempting flies. The only animal of any size that was visible we saw while lying by a swift black river that comes jumping with innumerable little THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 463 Weaves into Derryclear, and where the sahnon are especially suffered to '' stand :'' this animal was an eagle — a real wild ;agle, with grey wings and a white head and belly ; it swept round us, within gun-shot reach, once or twice, through the .eaden sky, and then seltled on a gray rock and began to scream its shrill, ghastly aquiline note. The attempts on the salmon having failed, the rain con- :niuing to fall steadily, the herd's cottage before named was resorted to ; when Marcus, the boatman, commenced forthwith to gut the fish, and taking down some charred turf-ashes from the blazing fire, on which about a hundredweight of potatoes were boiling, he — Marcus — proceeded to grill on the floor some of the trout, which we afterwards ate with immeasurable satisfaction. They were such trouts as,^vhen once tasted, remain forever in the recollection of a commonly grateful mind — rich, flaky, creamy, full of flavor. A Parisian gourmand vvould have paid ten francs for the smallest cookeii among them _, md, when transported to his capital, how different in flavor would they have been ! — how inferior to what they were as we devoured them, fresh from the fresh waters of the lake, and jerked as it were from the water to the gridiron ! The world had not had time to spoil those innocent beings before they were gobbled up with pepper and salt, and missed, no doubt, by their friends. I should like to know more of their " set.'" But enough of this : my feelings overpower me . suffice it to say, they were red or salmon trouts — none of your white- fleshed brown-skinned river fellows. When the gentlemen had finished their repast, the boatmen md the family set to work upon the ton of potatoes, a number Df the remaining fish, and a store of other good things ; then we all sat round the turf-fire in the dark cottage, the rain :oming down steadily outside, and veiling everything except die shrubs and verdure immediately about the cottage. The herd, the herd's wife, and a nondescript female friend, two healthy young herdsmeri"in~ corduroy rags, the herdsman's daughter paddling about wdth bare feet, a stout black-eyed wench with her gown over he» head and a red petticoat not quite so good as new, the two boatmen, a badger just killed md turned inside out, the gentlemen, some hens cackling and dapping about am.ong the rafters, a calf in a corner cropping ^reen meat and occasionally visited by the cow her mamma, :ormed the society of the place. It was rather a strange pic- :ure ; but as for about two hours we sat there, and maintained in almost unbroken silence, and as there was no other amuse- 464 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ment but to look at the rain, I began, after the enthusiasm of the first half-hour, to think that after all London was a bear- able place, and .that for want of a turf-fire and a bench in Connemara, one might put up with a sofa and a newspaper in Pall MalL This, however, is according to tastes ; and I must say that Mr. Marcus betrayed a most bitter contempt for all cockney tastes, awkwardness, and ignorance : and very right too. The night, on our return home, all of a sudden cleared; but though the fishermen, much to my disgust — at the expression of which, however, the rascals only laughed — persisted in making more casts for trout, and trying back in the dark upon the spots which we had visited in the morning, it appeared the fish had been frightened off by the rain ; and the sportsmen met with such indifferent success that at about ten o'clock we found' ourselves at Ballinahinch. Dinner was served at eleven ; and, I believe, there was some whiskey-punch afterwards, recom- mended medicinally and to prevent the ill effects of the wet- ting : but that is neither here nor there. The next day the petty sessions were to be held at Round- stone, a little town which has lately sprung up near the noblej bay of that name. I was glad to see some specimens of Con- nemara litigation, as also to behold at least one thousand' beautiful views that lie on the five miles of road between thcj town and Ballinahinch. Rivers and rocks, mountains and sea, green plains and bright skies, how (for the hundred-and-fiftieth time) can pen and ink set you down ? But if Berghem could have seen those blue mountains, and Karel Dujardin could have copied some of these green, airy plains, with their brilliant^ little colored groups of peasants, beggars, horsemen, many an Englishman would know Connemara upon canvas as he does Italy or Flanders now. CHAPTER XVIII. ROUNDSTONE PETTY SESSIONS. ".The temple of august Themis," as a Frenchman woulc call the sessions-room at Roundstone, is an apartment of some twelve feet square, with a deal table and a couple of chairs for the accommodation of the magistrates, and a Testament with THK IRISH SKKTCJI BOOK. ^(jr a paper cross pasted on it to be kissed by the witnesses aiul complainants who frequent the court. The law-papers, war- rants, &c.. are kept on the sessions-clerk's bed in an adjoining apartment, which commands a fine view of the court-yard — where there is a stack of turf, a pig, and a shed beneath which the magistrates' horses were sheltered during the sitting. The sessions-clerk is a gentleman " having," as the phrase is here, both the English and Irish languages, and interpreting for the benefit of the worshipful bench. And if the cockney reader supposes that in this remote country spot, so wild, so beautiful, so distant from the hum and vice of cities, quarrelling is not, and litigation never shows her snaky head, he is very much mistaken. From what I saw, I would recommend any ingenious young attorney whose merits are not appreciated in the metropolis, to make an attempt upon the village of Roundstone ; where as yet, I believe, there is no solicitor, and wdiere an immense and increasing practice might speedily be secured. Mr. O'Connell, who is always crying out "Justice for Ireland," finds strong supporters among the Roundstonians, whose love of justice for themselves is inordinate. I took down the plots of the first five little liti- gious dramas which were played before Mr. Martin and the stipendiary magistrate. Case I. — A boy summoned a young man for beating him so severely that he kept his bed for a week, thereby break- ing an engagement with his master, and losing a quarter's iges. ,The defendant stated, in reply, that the plaintiff was en- gaged — in a field through which defendant passed with another person — setting two little boys to fight ; on which defendant took plaintiff by the collar and turned him out of the field. A witness who was present swore that defendant never struck plaintiff at all, nor kicked him, nor ill-used him, further than by pushing him out of the field. As to the loss of his quarter's wages, the plaintiff inge- niously proved that he had afterwards returned to his master, that he had worked out his time, and that he had in fact re- ceived already the greater part of his hire. Upon which the case was dismissed, the defendant quitting court without a stain upon his honor. Case 2 was a most piteous and lamentable case of killing a cow. The plaintiff stepped forward with many tears and much gesticulation to state the fact, and also to declare that she w^as in danger of her life from the defendant's family. 30 ^66 THE IRISH SKETCH BOO FT. i It appeared on the evidence that a portion of the defend«i ant's respectable family are at present undergoing the rewards which the law assigns to those who make mistakes in fields with regard to the ownership of sheep which sometimes graze there. The defendant's father, O'Damon, for having apptO'j priated one of the fleecy bleaters of O'Meliboeus, was at present passed beyond sea to a country where wool, and consequently; mutton, is so plentiful, that he will have the less temptation.! Defendant's brothers tread the Ixionic wheel for the sam^ offence. Plaintiff's son had been the informer in the case i hence the feud between the families, the threats on the part oli ihe defendant, the murder of the innocent cow. | But upon investigation of the business, it was discovered,! and on the plaintiff's own testimony, that the cow had not beeii killed, nor even been injured ; but that the defendant had flung[ two stones at it, which m/g/if have inflicted great injury had!:: they hit the animal with greater force in the eye or in any deli4 cate place. Defendant admitted flinging the stones, but alleged as a reason that the cow was trespassing on his grounds ; which plaintiff did not seem inclined to deny. Case dismissed. — De- fendant retires with unblemished honor ; on which his motheri steps forward, and lifting up her hands with tears and shrieks, , calls upon God to witness that the defendant's own brother-in-^ law had sold to her husband the very sheep on account off which he had been transported. Not wishing probably to doubt the justice of the verdict of an Irish jury, the magistrate abruptly put an end to the lamen- tation and oaths of the injured woman by causing her to be sent out of court, and called the third case on. This was a case of thrilling interest and. a complicated na- ture, involving two actions, which ought each perhaps to have been gone into separately, but were taken together. In the first place Timothy Horgan brought an action against Patrick Dolan for breach of contract in not remaining with him for the whole of six months during which Dolan had agreed to serve Horgan. Then Dolan brought an action against Horgan for not paying hmi his wages' for six months' labor done — the wages being two guineas. Horgan at once, and with much candor, withdrew his charge ^ against Dolan, that the latter had not remained with him for six months ; nor can I understand to this day why in the first jDlace he swore to the charge ; and why afterwards he withdrew it. But immediately advancing another charge against his late sep THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 467 vant, he pleaded that he had given him a suit of clothes, which should be considered as a set-off against part of the money claimed. Now such a suit of clothes as poor Dolan had was never seen — I will not say merely on an English scarecrow, but on an Irish beggar. Strips of rags fell over the honest fellow's great brawny chest, and the covering on his big brown legs hung on by a wonder. He held out his arms with a grim smile, and told his worship to look at the clothes ! The argument was irresistible : Morgan was ordered to pay forthwith. He ought to have been made to pay another guinea for clothing a fellow- creature in rags so abominable. And now came a case of trespass, in which there was noth- ing interesting but the attitude of the poor woman who tres- passed, and who meekly acknowledged the fact. She stated, however, that she only got over the wall as a short cut home ; but the wall was eight feet high, with a ditch too ; and I fear there were cabbages or potatoes in the inclosure. They fined her a sixpence, and she could not pay it, and went to jail for three days — where she and her baby at any rate will get a meal. Last on the list which I took down came a man who will make the fortune of the London attorney that I hope is on his way hither : a rather old, curly-headed man, with a sly smile perpetually lying on his face (the reader may give whatever in- terpretation he please to the " lying "). He comes before the court almost every fortnight, they say, with a complaint of one kind or other. His present charge was against a man for breaking into his court-yard, and wishing to take possession of the same. It appeared that he, the defendant, and another lived in a row of houses : the plaintiff's house was, however, first built ; and as his agreement specified that the plot of ground behind his house should be his likewise, he chose to imagine that the plot of ground behind all the three houses was his, and built his turf-stack against his neighbor's window. The magistrates of course pronounced against this ingenious discoverer of wrongs, and he left the court still smiling and twisting round his little wicked eyes, and declaring solemnly that he would put in an appalc. If one could have iDurchased a kicking at a moderate price off that fellow's back, it would have been a pleasant little piece of self-indulgence, and I con- fess I longed to ask him the price of the article. And so, after a few more such great cases, the court rose, and I had leisure to make moral reflections, if so minded : sighing to think that cruelty and falsehood, selfishness and 468 THE IRfSIl Sk'ETi'ff BOOK. rapacity, dwells not in crowds alone, but liourish all the world over — sweet flowers of human nature, they bloom in all climates and seasons, and are just as much at home in a hot house in Thavies' Inn as on a lone mountain or a rocky sea-coast in Ireland, where never a tree will grow ! We walked along this coast, after the judicial proceedings were over, to see the country, and the new road that the Board of Works is forming. Such a wilderness of rocks I never saw ! The district for miles is covered with huge stones, shining white in patches of green, with the Binabola on one side of the spec- tator, and the Atlantic running in and out of a thousand little bays on the other. The country is very hilly, or wavy rather, being a sort of ocean petrified; and the engineers have hard work with these numerous abrupt little ascents and descents, which they equalize as best they may — by blasting, cutting, filling cavities, and levelling eminences. Some hundreds of men were employed at this work, busy with their hand- barrows, their picking and boring. Their pay is eighteen- pence a day. , There is little to see in the town of Roundstone, except a Presbyterian chapel in process of erection — that seems big enough to accommodate the Presbyterians of the country — and a sort of lay convent, being a community of brothers of the third order of Saint Francis. They are all artisans and workmen, taking no vows, but living together in common, and undergoing ; a certain religious regimen. Their work is said to be very good, and all are employed upon some labor or other. On the front of this unpretending little dwelling is an inscription with a great deal of pretence, stating that the establishment was founded with the approbation of " His Grace the Most Reverend the Lord Archbishop of Tuam." The Most Reverend Dr. MacHale is a clergyman of great learning, talents, and honesty, but his Grace the Lord Arch- bishop of Tuam strikes me as being no better than a mounte- bank ; and some day I hope even his own party will laugh this humbug down. It is bad enough to be awed by big titles at all ; but to respect sham ones ! O stars and garters ! We shall have his Grace the Lord Chief Rabbi next, or his Lordship the Arch-Imaum ! THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 469 CHAPTER XIX. CLIFDEN TO WESTPORT. On leaving Ballinahinch (with sincere regret, as any lonely tourist may imagine, who is Called upon to quit the hospitable friendliness of such a place and society), my way lay back to Clifden again, and thence through the Joyce country, by the Killery mountains, to Westport in Mayo. The road, amounting in all to four-and-forty Irish miles, is performed in cars, in dif- ferent periods of time, according to your horse and your luck. Sometimes, both being bad, the traveller is two days on the road ; sometimes a dozen hours will suffice for the journey — which was the case with me, though I confess to having found the twelve hours long enough. After leaving Clifden, the friendly look of the country seemed to vanish ; and though picturesque enough, was a thought too wild and dismal for eyes accustomed to admire a hop-garden in Kent, or a view of rich meadows in Surrey, with a clump of trees and a comfortable village spire. " Inglis," the Guide-book says, " compares the scenes to the Norwegian Fiords.'' Well, the Norwegian Fiords must, in this case, be very dismal sights ! and I own that the wilderness of Hampstead Heath (with the imposing walls of " Jack Straw^'s Castle " rising stern in the midst of the green wilderness) is more to my taste than the general views of yesterday. We skirted by lake after lake, lying lonely in the midst of lonely boglands, or bathing the sides of mountains robed in sombre rifle green. Two or three men, and as many huts, you see in the course of each mile perhaps, as toiling up the bleak hills, or jingling more rapidly down them, you pass through this sad region. In the midst of the wilderness a chapel stands here and there, solitary, on the hill-side ; or a ruinous, useless school-house, its pale walls contrasting with the general sur- rounding hue of sombre purple and green. But though the country looks more dismal than Connemara, it is clearly more fertile : we passed miles of ground that evidently wanted but little cultivation to make them profitable ; and along the moun- tain-sides, in many places, and o\er a great extent of Mr. 470 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. Blake's country especially, the hills were covered with a thick natural plantation, that may yield a little brushwood now, but might in fifty year's time bring thousands of pounds of revenue to the descendants of the Blakes. This spectacle of a country going to waste is enough to make the cheerfullest landscape look dismal : it gives this wild district a woeful look indeed. The names of the lakes by which we came I noted down in a pocket-book as we passed along ; but the names were Irish, the car was rattling, and the only name readable in the catalogue is Letterfrack. The little hamlet of Leenane is at twenty miles' distance from Clifden ; and to arrive at it, you skirt the mountain along- one side of a vast pass, through which the ocean runs from Killery Bay, separating the mountains of Mayo from the moun tains of Galway. Nothing can be more grand and gloomy than this pass ; and as for the character of the scenery, it must, as the Guide-book says, " be seen to be understood." Meanwhile, let the reader imagine huge dark mountains in their accustomed livery of purple and green, a dull gray sky above them, an estuary silver-bright below : in the water lies a fisherman's boat or two ; a pair of seagulls undulating with the little waves of the water ; a pair of curlews wheeling overhead and piping on the wing ; and on the hill-side a jingling car, with a cockney in it, oppressed by and yet admiring all these things. Many a sketcher and tourist, as I found, has visited this picturesque spot : for the hostess of the inn had stories of English and American painters, and of illustrious book-writers too, travelling in the service of our Lords of Paternoster Row. The landlord's son of Clifden, a very intelligent young fellow, was here exchanged for a new carman in the person of a raw Irisher of twenty years of age, *' having " little English, and dressed in that very pair of pantaloons which Humphrey Clinker was compelled to cast off some years since on account of the offence which they gave to Mrs, Tabitha Bramble. This fellow, emerging from among the boats, went off to a field to seek for the black horse, which the landlady assured me was quite fresh and had not been out all day, and would carry me to Westport in three hours. Meanwhile I was lodged in a neat little parlor, surveying the Mayo side of the water, with some cultivated fields and a show of a village at the spot where the estuary ends, and above them lodges and fine dark plantations climb- ing over the dark hills that leads to Lord Sligo's seat of Delphi. Presently, with a curtsey, came a young woman who sold worsted socks at a shilling a pair. THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 471 It required no small pains to entice this rustic beauty to stand while a sketch should be made of her. Nor did any compliments or cajolements, on my part or the landlady's, bring about the matter : it was not until money was offered that the lovely creature consented. I offered (such is the ardor of the real artist) either to give her sixpence, or to pur- chase two pairs of her socks, if she w^onld stand still for five minutes. On which she said she would prefer selling the socks. Then she stood still for a moment in the corner of the room ; then she turned her face towards the corner, and the other part of her person tow^ards the artist, and exclaimed in that attitude, " I must have a shilling more," Then I told her to go to the deuce. Then she made a proposition, involving the stockings and sixpence, which was similarly rejected ; and, finally, the design was completed at the price first stated. However, as we went off, this timid little dove barred the door for a moment, and said that " I ought to give her another shilling ; that a gentleman w^ould give her another shilling," and so on. She might have trod the London streets for ten years and not have been more impudent and more greedy. By this time the famous fresh horse w^as produced, and the driver, by means of a wraprascal, had covered a great part of the rags of his lower garment. He carried a w^hip and a stick, the former lying across his knees ornamentally, the latter being for service ; aad as his feet were directly under the horse's tail, he had full command of the brute's back, and belabored it for six hours without ceasing. What little English the fellow knew he uttered with a howl, roaring into my ear answ^ers — which, for the most part, were wrong — to various questions put to him. The lad's voice was so hideous, that I asked him if he could sing ; on which forth- witli he began yelling a most horrible Irish ditty — of which he told me the title, that I have forgotten. He sang three stanzas, certainly keeping a kind of tune, and the latter lines of each verse were in rhyme ; but when I asked him the mean- ing of the song, he only roared out its Irish title. On questioning the driver further, it turned out that the horse, warranted fresh, had already performed a journey of eighteen miles that morning, and the consequence was that I had full leisure to survey the country through which we passed. There were more lakes, more mountains, more bogs, and an excellent road through this district, though few only of the human race enlivened it. At ten miles from Leenane, we stopped at a road-side hut, where the driver pulled out a bag 472 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK, of oats, and borrowing an iron pot from the good people, halt filled it with corn, which the poor tired, galled, bewhipped black horse began eagerly to devour. The young charioteer himself hinted very broadly his desire for a glass of whiskey, which was the only kind of refreshment that this remote house of entertainment supplied. In the various cabins I have entered, I have found talking a vain matter : the people are suspicious of the stranger within their wretched gates, and are shy, sly, and silent. I have, commonly, only been able to get half-answers in reply to my questions, given in a manner that seemed plainly to intimate that the visit was unwelcome. In this rude hostel, however, the landford was a little less reserved, offered a seat at the turf-fire, where a painter might have had a good subject for his skill. There was no chimney, but a hole in the roof, up which a small portion of the smoke ascended (the rest prefer- ring an egress by the door, or else to remain in the apartment altogether) ; and this light from above lighted up as rude a set of figures as ever were seen. There were two brown women with black eyes and locks, the one knitting stockings on the floor, the other " racking " (with that natural comb which five horny fingers supply) the elf-locks of a dirty urchin between her knees. An idle fellow was smoking his pipe by the fire ; and beside him sat a stranger, who had been made welcome to the shelter of the place — a sickly, well-looking man, whom I mistook for a deserter at first, for he had evidently been a soldier. But there was nothing so romantic as desertion in his his- tory. He had been in the Dragoons, but his mother had pur- chased his discharge : he was married, and had lived com- fortably in Cork for some time, in the glass-blowing business. Trade failing at Cork, he had gone to Belfast to seek for work. There was no work at Belfast ; and he was so far on his road home again : sick, without a penny in the world, a hundred and fifty miles to travel, and a starving wife and children to receive him at his journey's end. He had been thrown off a caravan that day, and had almost broken his back in the fall. Here was a cheering story ! I wonder where he is now : how far has the poor starving lonely man advanced over that weary desolate road, that in good health, and with a horse to carry me, I thought it a penalty to cross t What would one do under such circumstances, with solitude and hunger for present com- pany, despair and starvation at the end of the vista ? There ; are a score of lonely lakes along the road which he has to pass : • THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 473 would it be well to stop at one of them, and fling into ii the wretched load of cares which that poor broken back has to carry ? Would the world he would light on thm be worse for him than that he is pining in now ? Heaven help us ! and on this very day, throughout the three kingdoms, there is a million such stories to be told ! Who dare doubt of heaven after that ? of a place where there is at last a welcome to the heart-stricken prodigal and a happy home to the wretched ? The crumbs of oats which fell from the mouth of the feast- ing Dives of a horse were battled for outside the door by a tlozen Lazaruses in the shape of fowls ; and a lanky young pig, who had been grunting in an old chest in the cabin, or in a miserable recess of huddled rags and straw which formed the couch of the family, presently came out, and drove the poultry away, picking up, with great accuracy, the solitary grains lying about, and more than once trying to shove his snout into the corn-pot, and share with the wretched old galled horse. Whether it was that he was refreshed by his meal, or that the car-boy was invigorated by his glass of whiskey, or inflamed by the sight of eighteenpence — which munificent sum was ten- dered to the soldier — I don't know ; but the remaining eight miles of the journey were got over in much quicker time, although the road was exceedingly bad and hilly for the great- est part of the way to Westport. However, by running up the hills at the pony's side, the animal, fired with emulation, trotted up them too — descending them with the proverbial surefooted- ness of his race, the car and he bouncing over the rocks and stones at the rate of at least four Irish miles an hour. At about five miles from Westport the cultivation became much more frequent. There were plantations upon the hills, 3^ellow corn and potatoes in plenty in the fields, and houses thickly scattered. We had the satisfaction, too, of knowing that future tourists will have an excellent road to travel over in this district : for by the side of the old road, which runs up and down a hundred little rocky steeps, according to the ancient plan, you see a new one running for several miles, — the latter way being conducted, not over the hills, but around them, and, considering the circumstances of the country, ex- tremely broad and even. The car-boy presently yelled out " Reek, Reek ! " with a shriek perfectly appalling. This howl was to signify that we v:ere in sight of that famous conical mountain so named, and from which St. Patrick, after invei- gling thither all the venomous reptiles in Ireland, precipitated the whole noisome race into Clew Bay. The road also for 474 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. several miles was covered with people, who were flocking in hundreds from Westport market, in cars and carts, on horse- back single and double, and on foot. And presently from an eminence, I caught sight not only of a fine view, but of the most beautiful view I ever saw in the world, I think ; and to enjoy the splendor of which I would I ravel a hundred miles in that car with that very horse and driver. The sun was just about to set, and the country round about and to the east was almost in twilight. The mountains were tumbled about in a thousand fantastic ways, and swarm- ing with people, frees, corn-fields, cottages, made the scer.e indescribably cheerful ; noble woods stretched towards the sea, and abutting on them, between two highlands, lay the smoking town. Hard by was a large Gothic building — it is but a poor-house ; but it looked like a grand castle in the gra\ evening. But the Bay — and the Reek which sweeps down to the sea — and a hundred islands in it, were dressed up in gold and purple and crimson, with the whole cloudy west in a flame. Wonderful, wonderful ! * * The valleys in the road to Leenane have lost all glimpses of the sun ere this ; and I sup- pose there is not a soul to be seen in the black landscape, or by the shores of the ghastly lakes, where the poor glass-blower from the whiskey-shop is faintly travelling now. CHAPTER XX. WESTPORT. Nature has done much for this pretty town of Westport : and after Nature, the traveller ought to be thankful to Lord Sligo, who has done a great deal too. In the first place, he has established one of the prettiest, comfortablest inns in Ire- land, in the best part of his little town, stocking the cellars with good wines, filling the house with neat furniture, and lending, it is said, the whole to a landlord gratis, on condition that he should keep the house warm, and furnish the larder, and entertain the traveller. Secondly, Lord Sligo has given up, for the use of the townspeople, a beautiful little pleasure- ground about his house. " You may depand upon it," said a Scotchman at the inn, " that they've right of pathway through THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 475 the groonds, and that the marquess couldn't shut them oot." Which is a pretty fair specimen of charity in this world — this kind world, that is always ready to encourage and applaud good actions, and find good motives for the same. I wonder how much would mduce that Scotchman to allow poor people walk in his park, if he had one ! In the midst of this pleasure-ground, and surrounded by a liiousand fine trees, dressed up in all sorts of verdure, stands ii pretty little church ; paths through the wood lead pleasantly down to the" bay; and, as we walked down to it on the day atter our arrival, one of the green fields was suddenly black with rooks, making a huge cawing and clanging as they settled down to feed. The house, a handsome massive structure, must command noble views of the bay, over which all the colors of Titian were spread as the sun set behind its purple islands. Printer's ink will not give these wonderful hues ; and the reader will make his picture at his leisure. That conical mountain to the left is Croaghpatrick : it is clothed in the most magnificent violet-color, and a couple of round clouds were exploding as it were from the summit, that part of them towards the sea lighted up with the most delicate gold and rose color. In the centre is the Clare Island, of which the edges were bright cobalt, whilst the middle was lighted up with a brilliant scarlet tinge, such as I would have laughed at in a picture, never hafving seen in nature before, but looked at now with wonder and pleasure until the hue disappeared as the sun went away. The islands in the bay (which was of a gold color) looked like so many dolphins and whales basking there. The rich park-woods stretched down to the shore ; and the immediate foreground consisted of a yellow corn-field, whereon stood innumerable shocks of corn, casting immense long purple shadows over the stubble. The farmer, with some little ones about him, was superintending his reapers ; and I heard him say to a little girl, " Norey, I love you the best of all my children ! " Presently, one of the reapers coming up, says, " it's always the custom in these parts to ask strange gentlemen to give something to drink the first day of reaping \ and we'd like to drink your honor's health in a bowl of coffee." O fortunatos nimium ! The cockney takes out sixpence, and thinks that he never passed such a pleasant half-hour in all his life as m that corn-field, looking at that wonderful bay. A car which I had ordered presently joined me from the town, and going down a green lane very like England, and 476 THE /RJSH SJCE TCH B O 0K\ across a causeway near a building where the carman proposed to show me " me hird's caffin that he brought from Rome, and a mighty big caffin entirely," we came close upon the water and the port. There was a long handsome pier (which, no doubt, remains at this present minute), and one solitary cutter lying alongside it ; which may or may not be there now. There were about three boats lying near the cutter, and six sailors, with long shadows, lolling about the pier. As for the ware- houses, they are enormous ; and might accommodate, I should think, not only the trade of Westport, but of Manchester too. There are huge streets of these houses, ten storeys high, with cranes, owners' names, &c., marked Wine Stores, Flour Stores, Bonded Tobacco Warehouses, and so forth. The six sailors that were singing on the pier no doubt are each admirals of as many fleets of a hundred sail that bring wines and tobacco from all quarters of the world to fill these enormous ware- houses. These dismal mausoleums, as vast as pyramids, are the places where the dead trade of Westport lies buried — a trade that, in its lifetime, probably was about as big as a mouse. Nor is this the first nor the hundredth place to be seen in this country, which sanguine builders have erected to accommodate an imaginary commerce. Mill-owners over- mill themselves, merchants over-warehouse themselves, squires over-castle themselves, little tradesmen about Dublin and the cities over-villa and over-gig themselves, and we hear sad tales about hereditary bondage and the accursed tyranny of Eng- land. Passing out of this dreary, pseudo-commercial port, the road lay along the beautiful shores of Clew Bay, adorned with many a rickety villa and pleasure-house, from the cracked windows of which may be seen one of the noblest views in the world. One of the villas the guide pointed out with peculiar exultation: it is called by a grand name — Waterloo Park, and has a lodge, and a gate, and a field of a couple of acres, and belongs to a young gentleman who, being able to write Waterloo Park on his card, succeeded in carr}'ing oft' a young London heiress with a hundred thousand pounds. The young couple had just arrived, and one of them must have been rather astonished, no doubt, at the "park." But what will not love do .? With love and a hundred thousand pounds, a cottage may be made to look like a castle, and a park of two acres may be brought to extend for a mile. The -night began now to fall, wrapping up in a sober gray livery the bay and mountains, which had just been so gorgeous in sunset ; and THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 4^7 we turned our backs presently upon the bay, and the villas with the cracked windows, and scaling a road of perpetual ups and downs, went back to Westport. On the way was a pretty cemetery, lying on each side of the road, with a ruined chapel for the ornament of one division, a holy well for the other. In the holy well lives a sacred trout, whom sick people come to consult, and who operates great cures in the neighborhood. If the patient sees the trout floating on his back, he dies ; if on his belly, he lives ; or vice versd. The little spot is old, ivy- grown, and picturesque, and I can't fancy a better place for a pilgrim to kneel and say his beads at. But considering the whole country goes to mass, and that the priests can govern it as they will, teaching what shall be believed and what shall be not credited, would it not be well for their reverences, in the year eighteen hundred and forty- two, to discourage these absurd lies and superstitions, and teach some simple truths to their flock ? Leave such figments to magazine-writers and ballad-makers ; but, corbleu ! it makes one indignant to think that people in the United Kingdom, where a press is at work and good sense is abroad, and clergy- men are eager to educate the people, should countenance such savage superstitions and silly, grovelling heathenisms. The chapel is before the inn where I resided, and on Sun- day, from a very early hour, the side of the street was thronged with worshippers, who came to attend the various services. Nor are the Catholics the only devout people of this remote district. There is a large Presbyterian church very well at- tended, as was the Established Church ser\dce in the pretty church in the park. There was no organ, but the clerk and a choir of children sang hymns sweetly and truly ; and a charity sermon being preached for the benefit of the diocesan schools, I saw many pound-notes in the plate, showing that the Protes- tants here were as ardent as their Roman Catholic brethren. The sermon was extempore, as usual, according to the prevail- ing taste here. The preacher by putting aside his sermon-book may gain in warmth, which we don't want, but lose in reason, which we do. If I were Defender of the Faith, I would issue an order to all priests and deacons to take to the book again ; weighing well, before they uttered it, every word they proposed to say upon so great a subject as that of religion ; and mis- trusting that dangerous facility given by active jaws and a hot imagination. Reverend divines have adopted this habit, and keep us for an hour listening to what might well be told in ten minutes. They are wondrously fluent, considering all things ; 478 THE IRISH SKE TCH B O OK. and though I have heard many a sentence begun whereof the speaker did not evidently know the conclusion, yet, somehow or other, he has always managed to get through the paragraph without any hiatus, except perhaps in the sense. And as far as I. can remark, it is not calm, plam, downright preachers who ])reserve the extemporaneous system for the most part, but pom- pous orators, indulging in all the cheap graces of rhetoric — exaggerating ■' The poor manager stood in front, and shouted to the little 496 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. Purple mountains rose before us in front, and we began- presently to hear a noise and roaring afar off — not a fierce roaring, but one deep and calm, like to the respiration of the. great sea, as he lies basking on the sands in the sunshine. And we came soon to a little hillock of green, which was standing before a huge mountain of purple black, and there were white clouds over the mountains, and some trees waving: on the hillock, and between the trunks of them we saw the : waters of the waterfall descending; and there was a snob o.v a rock, who stood and examined the same. Then we approached the water, passing the clump of oak trees. The waters were white, and the cliffs which they var- nished were purple. But those round about were gray, tall, and gay with blue shadows, and ferns, heath, and rusty-colored funguses sprouting here and there in the same. But in the ravine where the waters fell, roaring as it were with the fall, the rocks were dark, and the foam of the cataract was of a yellow color. And we stood, and were silent, and wondered. And still the trees continued to wave, and the waters to roar and tumble, and the sun to shine, and the fresh wind to blow. And we stood and looked : and said in our hearts it was. beautiful, and bethought us how shall all this be set down in types and ink ? (for our trade is to write books and sell the same — a chapter for a guinea, a line for a penny) ; and the waterfall roared in answer, " For shame, O vain man ! think not of thy books and of thy pence now ; but look on, and won- der, and be silent. Can types or ink describe my beauty,, though aided by thy small wit t I am made for thee to praise and wonder at : be content, and cherish thy wonder. It is. enough that thou hast seen a great thing : is it needful that thou shouldst prate of all thou hast seen t " So we came away silently, and walked through the park without looking back. And there was a man at the gate, who opened it and seemed to say, " Give me a little sixpence." But we gave nothing, and walked up the hill, which was sore to climb ; and on the summit found the car-boy, who was lolling on his cushions and smoking, as happy as a lord. Quitting the waterfall at Powerscourt (the grand style in which it has been described was adopted in order that the reader, who has probably read other descriptions of the spot, might have at least something new in this account of it), we speedily left behind us the rich and wooded tract of country about Powerscourt, and came to a bleak tract, which, perhaps by way of contrast with so much natural wealth, is not un- pleasing, and beo:an ascending what is very properly called the C02 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. boulders — " raucum per laevia murmur saxa ciens," and \ chorus of 150,000 birds (there might be more), hopping, twiti tering, singing under the clear cloudless Sabbath scene, mak( this walk one of the most delightful that can be taken ; anc indeed I hope there is no harm in saying that you may get as much out of an hour's walk there as out of the best hour's ex tempore preaching. But this was as a salvo to our conscience for not being at church. Here, however, was a long aisle, arched gothically overhead in a much better taste than is seen in some of those dismal new churches ; and, by way of painted glass, the sun lighting ifj: multitudes of various-colored leaves, and the birds for choris- ters, and the river by way of organ, and in it stones enough tc make a whole library of sermons. No man can walk in such a; place without feeling grateful, and grave, and humble ; and without thanking heaven for it as he comes away. And,, walk-, ing and musing in this free, happy place, one could not helpi thinking of a million and a half of brother cockneys shut up in their huge prison (the tread-mill for the day being idle), and told by some legislators that relaxation is sinful, that works of art are abominations except on week-days, and that their pro- per place of resort is a dingy tabernacle, where a loud-voiced man is howling about hell-fire in bad grammar. Is not this: beautiful world, too, a part of our religion ? Yes, truly, in whatever way my Lord John Russell may vote ; and it is to be learned without having recourse to any professor at any Bethesda, Ebenezer, or Jerusalem : there can be no mistake about it ; no terror, no bigoted dealing of damnation to one's neighbor : it is taught without false emphasis or vain; spouting on the preacher's part — how should there be sucW with such a preacher ? This wild onslaught upon sermons and preachers needs per- haps- an explanation : for which purpose we must whisk backs out of the Devil's Glen (improperly so' named) to Dublin, andl to this day week, when, at this very time, I heard one of the first preachers of the city deliver a sermon that lasted for an hour and twenty minutes — time enough to walk up the Glen and back, and remark a thousand delightful things by the way. Mr. G 's church (though there would be no harm in mentioning the gentleman's name, for a more conscientious and excellent man, as it is said, cannot be) is close by the Custom House in Dublin, and crowded morning and evening with his admirers. The service was beautifully read by him, and the audience joined in the responses, and in the psalms and THE IRISH SKE 1 CII B O OK. 503 hymns,* witli a fervor which is very unusual in Enghiud. Then came the sermon ; and what more can be said of it than thaf it was extempore, and lasted for an hour and twenty minutes ? The orator never failed once for a word, so amazing is his practice ; thous^h, as a stranger to this kind of exercise, I could not help 'trembling for the performer, as one has for Madame Saqui on the slack-rope, in the midst of a blaze of rockets and squibs, expecting every minute she must go over. But the artist was too skilled for that ; and after some tremendous bound of a metaphor, in the midst of which you expect he must tumble neck and heels, and be engulfed in the dark abyss of nonsense, down he was sure to come, in a most graceful attitude too, in the midst of a fluttering " Ah ! " from a thousand won- dering people. But I declare solemnly that when I came to try and recol^ lect of what the .exhibition consisted, and give an account of the sermon at dinner that evening, it was quite impossible to remember a word of it ; although, to do the orator justice, he repeated many of his opinions a great number of times over. Thus, if he had to discourse of death to us, it was, " At the approach of the Dark Angel of the Grave," '* At the coming of the grim King of Terrors," " At the warning of that awful Power to whom all of us must bow down," " At the summons of that Pallid Spectre whose equal foot knocks at the mon- arch's tower or the poor man's cabin " — and so forth. There is an examiner of plays, and indeed there ought to be an ex- aminer of sermons, by which audiences are to be fully as much injured or misguided as by the other named exhibitions. What call have reverend gentlemen to repeat their dicta half a dozen times over, like Sir Robert Peel when he says anything that he fancies to be witty ? Why are men to be^tept for an hour and twenty minutes listening to that which may be more effectually said in twenty ? And it need not be said here that a church is not a sermon- house — that it is devoted to a purpose much more lofty and sacred, for which has been set apart the noblest service, every single word of which latter has been previously weighed with the most scrupulous and thoughtful reverence. And after this * Here is an extract from one of the latter — ' " Hasten to some distant isle, In the bosom of the deep, Where the skies for ever smile, A nd ike blacks for ever weepJ'^ Is it not a shame that such nonsensical twaddle should be sung in a house of the Church of England, and by people assembled for grave and decent worship? c;o4 ^-^^ IRIS IT SKETCH BOOK. sublime work of genius, learninix, and piety is concluded, is it not""n. shame that a man should mount a deck, who has not taken the trouble to arrange his words beforehand, and speak ^ thence his crude opinions in his doubtful grammar ? It will be answered that the extempore preacher does not deliver crude opinions, but that he arranges his discourse beforehand : to all which it may be replied that Mr. contradicted himself more than once in the course of the above oration, and rC' peated himself a half-dozen of times. A man in that place has no right to say a word too much or too little. And it comes to this, — it is the preachec the people follow, not the prayers ; or why is this church more frequented than any other } It is that warm emphasis, and word-mouthing, and vulgar imagerv, and glib rotundity of phrase, which brings them together and keeps them happy and breathless. Some of this class call the Cathedral Service Faddfs Opcrq, ; they say it is Popish — downright scarlet — they, won't go to it. They will have none but their own hymns — and pretty they are — no orna- ments but those of their own minister, his rank incense and tawdry rhetoric. Coming out of the church, on the Custom House steps hard by, there was a fellow with a bald large fore- head, a new black coat, a little Bible, spouting — spouting " in omne volubilis osvum " — the very counterpart of the reverend gentleman hard by. It was just the same thing, just as well done ; the eloquence quite as easy and round, the amplification as ready, the big words rolling round the tongue just as within doors. But we are out of the Devil's Glen by this time ; and perliaps, instead of delivering a sermon there, we had better have been at church hearing one. The country people, however, are far more pious ; and the road along which we%went to Glendalough was thronged with happy figures of people plodding to or from mass. A chapel- yard was covered with gray cloaks ; and at a little inn hard by, stood numerous carts, cars, shandrydans, and pillioned horses, awaiting the end of the prayers. The aspect of the country is wild, and beautiful of course ; but why try to describe it ? I think the Irish scenery just like the Irish melodies — sweet, wild, and sad even in the sunshine. You can neither represent one nor the other by words ; but I am sure if one could trans- late " The Meeting of the Waters " into form and colors, it would fall into the exact shape of a tender Irish landscape. So take and play that tune upon your fiddle, and shut your eyes, and muse a little, and you have the whole scene before you. I don't know if there is any tune about Glendalough ; but THE IRJSH SKETCH BOOK. 505 if there be, it must be the most delicate, fantastic, fairy melody that ever was played. Only fancy can describe the charms of that delijxhtful place. Directly you see it, it smiles at you as in- nocent and friendly as a little child ; and once seen, it becomes your friend forever, and you are always happy when you think of it. Here is a little lake, and little fords across it, surround- ed by little mountains, and which lead you now to little islands vdiere there are all sorts of fantastic little old chapels and graveyards ; or, again, into little brakes and shrubberies where small rivers are crossing over little rocks, plashing and jump- ingy and singing as loud as ever they can. Thomas Moore has written rather an awful description of it ; and it may indeed appear big to ////;/, and to the fairies who must have inhabited the place in old days, that's clear. For who could be accom- modated in it except the little people ? There are seven churches, whereof the clergy must have been the smallest persons, and have had the smallest benefices and the littlest congregations ever known. As for the cathedral, what a bishoplet it must have been that presided there. The place would hardly hold the Bishop of London, or Mr. Sydney Smith — two full-sized clergymen of these days — -v/ho would be sure to quarrel there for want 01 room, or for any other reason. There must have been a dean no bigger than Mr. Moore before mentioned, and a chapter no bigger than that chapter in "Tris- tram Shandy " which does not contain a single word, and mere popguns of canons, and a beadle about as tall as Crofton Croker, to whip the little boys who were playing at taw (with peas) in the yard. They say there was a university, too, in the place, with I don't know how many thousand scholars ; but for accounts of this there is an excellei^t guide on the spot, who, for a shilling or two, will tell all he knov/s, and a great deal more too. There are numerous legends, too, concerning St. Kevin, and Fin MacCoul and the Devil, and the deuce knows what. Eut these stories are, I am bound to say, abominably stupid and stale ; and some guide* ought to be seized upon and choked, and flung into the lake, by way of warning to the others to stop their interminable prate. This is the curse attending curiosit}', for visitors to almost all the show-places in the country : you have not only the guide — who himself talks too much — but a string of ragged amateurs, starting from bush and briar, ready * It must be said, for the worthy fellow who accompanied us, and who acted 3s cicerone previously to the great Willjs, the great Hall, the great Barrow, that though he wears ,1 ragged coat his manners'are those of a gcnt'eman, and his conversation evinces no small tilent, taste, and scholarship. 5o6 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. to carry his honor's umbrella or my hidy's cloak, or to help either up a bank or across a stream. And all the while they look wistfully in your face, saying, "Give me sixpence !" as clear as looks can speak. The unconscionable rogues 1 how dare they, for the sake of a little starvation or so, interrupt gentlefolks in their pleasure ! A long tract of wild country, with a park or two here and there, a police-barrack perched on a hill, a half-starved looking church stretching its long scraggy steeple over a wide plain, mountains whose base is richly cultivated while their tops are purple and lonely, warm cottages and farms nestling at the foot of the hills, and humble cabins here and there on the wayside, accompany the car, that jingles back over fifteen miles of ground through Inniskerry to Bray. You pass by wild gaps and Greater and Lesser Sugar Loaves; and about eight o'clock, when the sky is quite red with sunset, and the long shadows are of such a purple as (they may say what they like) Claude could no more paint than I can, you catch a glimpse of the sea beyond Bray, and cr3dng out, "^ tV«/arra, OdXazra ! " affect to be wondrously delighted by the sight of that element. The fact is, however, that at Bray is one of the best inns in Ireland ; and there you may be perfectly sure is a good dinner ready, five minutes after the honest car-boy, with innumerable hurroos and smacks of his whip, has brought up his passengers to the door with a gallop. As for the Vale of Avoca, I have not described that : be- cause (as has been before occasionally remarked) it is vain to attempt to describe natural beauties ; and because, secondly (though this is a minor consideration)^ we did not go thither. But we went on another day to the Dargle, and to Shanganah, and the city of Cabinteely, and to the Scalp — that wild pass : and I have no more to say about them than about the Vale of Avoca. The Dublin Cockney, who has these places at his door, knows them quite well : and as for the Londoner, who is meditating a trip to the Rhine for the summer, or to Brittany or Normandy, let us beseech him to see his own country first (if Lord Lyndhurst will allow us to call this a part of it) ; and if, after twenty-four hours of an easy journey from London, the Cockney be not placed in the midst of a country as beautiful, as strange to him, as romantic as the most imaginative man on 'Change can desire, — may this work be praised by the critics all round and never reach a second edition ! THE TRISTT SKETCFT BOOK. 507 CHAPTER XXV. COUNTRY MEETINGS IN KILDARE MEATH DROGHEDA. An agricultural show was to be held at the town of Nans, and I was glad, after having seen the grand exhibition at Cork, to be present at a more homely, unpretending country festival where the eyes of Europe, as the orntors say, did not happen to be looking on. Perhaps men are apt, under the idea of this sort of inspection, to assume an air somewhat more pompous and magnilicent than that which they wear ever}' day. The Naas meeting was conducted without the slightest attempt at splendor or display — a heart}^ modest, matter-of-fact country meeting. Market-day was fixed upon of course, and the town, as we drove into it, was thronged Vv'ith frieze-coats, the market-place bright with a great number of apple-stalls, and the street filled with carts and vans of numerous small tradesmen, vending cheeses, or cheap crockeries, or read3--made^ clothes and such goods. A clothier, with a great crowd round him, had arrayed himself in a staring new waistcoat of his stock, and was turn- ing slowly round to exhibit the garment, spouting all the while to his audience, and informing them that he could lit out any person, in one minute, " in a complete new shuit from head to fut." There seemed to be a crowd of gossips at every shop- door, and, of course, a number of gentlemen waiting at the inn- steps, criticizing the cars and carriages as the}?- drove up. Only those who live in small towns know what an object of interest the street becomes, and the carriages and horses which pass therein. Most of the gentlemen had sent stock to compete for the prizes. The shepherds were tending the stock. The judges were making their award, and until their sentence was given, no competitors could enter the show-yard. The entrance to that, meanwhile, v^-as thronged by a great posse of people, and as the gate abutted upon an old gray tower, a number of people had scaled that, and were looking at the beasts in the court belov/. Likewise, there was a tall haystack, which pos^ sessed similar advantages of situation, and Vv-as equally thronged with men and boys. The rain had fallen heavily all night, the ^heavens were still black with it, and the coats of the men, and ^oS THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. the red feet of many ragged female spectators, were liberalh spattered with mud. The first object of interest we were called upon to see wasi a famous stallion ; and passing- through the little by-stree,t|t (dirty and small, but not so small and dirty as other by-streetitj to be seen in Irish towns,) we came to a porte-cochere, leading into a yard filled with wet fresh hay, sinking juicily under tht feet ; and here in a shed was the famous stallion. His sin must have been a French diligence-horse ; he was of a roar color, with a broad chest, and short clean legs. His foreheac was ornamented with a blue ribbon, on which his name anc prizes were painted, and on his chest hung a couple of medal; by a chain — a silver one awarded to him at Cork, a gold one carried off by superior merit from other stallions assembled l( contend at Dublin. When the points of the animal were suffi ciently discussed, a mare, his sister, was produced, and admirec still more than himself. Any man who has witnessed the per formance of the French horses in the Havre diligence, mus admire the vast strength and the extraordinary swiftness of the breed ; and it was agreed on all hands, that such horses wouk prove valuable in this country, where it is hard now to get z. stout horse for the road, so much has the fashion for blood.; and nothing but blood, prevailed of late. By the time the stallion was seen, the judges had done theii arbitration ; and we went to the yard, where broad-backed sheeff were resting peaceably in their pens ; bulls were led about byv the nose ; enormous turnips, both Swedes and Aberdeens, re posed in the mud ; little cribs of geese, hens, and peafowl were, come to try for the prize ; and pigs might be seen — some eri'il cumbered with enormous families, others with fat merely. The|j poked up one brute to walk for us : he made, after many futile? attempts, a desperate rush forward, his legs almost lost in fat; his immense sides quivering and shaking with the exercise ; he was then allowed to return to his straw, into which he sank panting. Let us hope that he went home with a pink ribbon round his tail that night, and got a prize for his obesity. I think the pink ribbon was, at least to a Cockney, the jDleasantest sight of all : for on the evening after the show we saw many carts going away so adorned, having carried of! prizes on the occasion. First came a great bull stepping along, he and his driver having each a bit of pink on their heads then a cart full of sheep ; then a car of good-natured-looking people, having a churn in the midst of them that sported a pink favor. When all the prizes were distributed, a select company THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 509 ;at down to dinner at Macavoy's Hotel ; and no doubt a re- )orter who was present has given in the county paper an ac- count of all the good things eaten and said. At our end of the able we had saddle-of-mutton, and I remarked a boiled leg of he. same delicacy, with turnips, at the opposite extremity. Before the vice I observed a large piece of roast-beef, which I iould not observe at* the end of dinner, because it was all swal- owed. After the mutton we had cheese, and were just begin- ling to think that we had dined very sutficiently, when a squad- ron of apple-pies came smoking in, and convinced us that, in ^uch a glorious cause, Britons are never at fault. We ate up he apple-pies, and then the punch was called for by those who preferred that beverage to wine, and the sj^eeches began. The chairman gave "The Queen," nine times nine and one :heer more : " Prince Albert and the rest of the Royal Family," jreat cheering; "The Lord-Lieutenant" — his Excellency's lealth was received rather coolly, I thought. And then began ;he real business of the night : health of the Naas Society, lealth of the Agricultural Society, and healths all round ; not orgetting the Sallymount Beagles and the Kildare Foxhounds —which toasts were received with loud cheers and halloos by nost of the gentlemen present, and elicited brief speeches Tom the masters of the respective hounds, promising good >port next season. After the Kildare Foxhounds, an old farmer n a gray coat got gravely up, and without being requested to io so in the least, sang a song, stating that — " At seven in the morning by most of the clocks We rode to Kilrucldery in search of a fox ; " ind at the conclusion of his song challenged a friend to give mother song. Another old farmer, on this, rose and sang one Df Morris's songs with a great deal of queer humor ; and no doubt many more songs were sung during the evening, for Dlenty of hot-water jugs were blocking the door as we went out. The jolly frieze-coated songster who celebrated the Kilrud- iery fox, sang, it must be confessed, most wofully out of tune ; but still it was pleasant to hear him, and I think the meeting ivas the most agreeable one I have seen in Ireland : there was nore good -humor, more cordial union of classes, more frank- ness and manliness, than one is accustomed to find in Irish meetings. All the speeches were kind-hearted, straightfor- ward speeches, without a word of politics or an attempt at oratory : it was impossible to say whether the gentlemen pres- ent we're Protestant or Catholic, — each one had a hearty word 5^^ THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK'. of encouragement for his tenant, and a kind welcome for his neighbor. There were forty stout, well-to-do farmers in the room, renters of fifty, seventy, a hundred acres of land. There were no clergymen present ; though it would have been pleas- ant to have seen one of each persuasion to say grace for the : meeting and the meat. . At a similar meeting at Ballytore the "next day, I had an = opportunity of seeing a still finer collection of stock than had^ been brought to Naas, itnd at the same time one of the most-* beautiful flourishing villages in Ireland. The road* to it from' H town, if not remarkable for its rural beauty, is pleasantv to travel, for evidences of neat and prosperous husbandry arel around you everywhere : rich crops in the fields, and neat cot- tages by tlic roadside, accompanying us as fa*r as Ballytore — a , white, straggling v-i 11 age, surrounding green fields of some jive furlongs square, with a river running in the midst of them, and. numerous fine cattle in the green. Here is a large windmill,' fitted up like a castle, with battlements and towers: the cas- tellan thereof is a good-natured old Quaker gentleman, and numbers more of his following inhabit the town. The consequence was that the shops of the village were the neatest possible, though by no means grand or portentous. Why should Quaker shops be neater than other shops ? They suffer to the full as much oppression as the rest of the heredi- tary bondsmen ; and yet, in spite of their tyrants, they prosper. ! I must not attempt to pass an opinion iipon the stock ex-^ hibited at Ballytore ; but^ in the opinion of some large agricul- tural proprietors present, it might have figured with advantage in any show in England, and certainly was finer than the exhi- bition at Naas ; which, however, is a very young society. The best part of the show, however, tcf ever3^body's thinking, (and it is pleasant to observe the manly fair-play spirit which char- acterizes the society,) was, that the prizes of the Irish Agricul- tural Society were awarded to two men — one a laborer, the other a very small holder, both having reared the best Stock exhibited on the occasion. At the dinner, which took place in a barn of the inn, smartly decorated with laurels for the pur- pose, there was as good and stout a body of yoemen as at Naas the day previous, but only two landlords : and here, too, as at Naas, neither priest nor parson. Cattle-feeding of course formed the principal theme of the after-dinner discourse— not, however, altogether to the exclusion of tillage ; and there was a good and useful prize for those who could not afford to rear • fat oxen — for the best kept cottage and garden, namely — which ' TirE IRISfr SKETCH BOOK. c I I was won by a poor man with a large family and scanty, preca- rious earnings, but who yet found means to make the most of his small resources and to keep his little cottage neat and cleanly. The tariff and the plenli'ul harvest together had helped to bring down prices severely ; and we heard from the farmers much desponding talk. I saw hay sold for 2/. the ton, and oats for Zs. yl. the barrel. In the little village I remarked scarcely a single beggar, and very few bare feet indeed among the crowds wh» came to see the show. Here the Quaker village had the advantage of the town of Naas, in spite of its poor-house, which was only half full wl^en we M^ent to see it ; but the people prefer beggary and starvation abroad to comfort and neatness in the union- house. A neater establishment cannot be seen than this ; and liberty must be very sweet indeed, when people prefer it and starvation to the certainty of comfort in the union-house. We went to see it after the show at Naas. The first persons we saw at the gate of the place were four buxom lasses in blue jackets and petticoats, who were giggling and laughing as gayly as so many young heiresses of a thousand a year, and who had a color in their cheeks that any lady of Almack's might envy. They were cleaning pails and carrying in water from a green court or playground in front of the house, which some of the able-bodied men of the place were busy in inclosing. Passing through the large entrance of the house, a nondesgript Gothic building, we came to a court divided by a road and two low walls : the right inclosure is devoted to the boys of the establishment, of whom there were about fifty at play : boys more healthy or happy it is impossible to see. Separated from them is the nursery ; and here were seventy or eighty young childrep, a shrill clack of happy voices leading the way to the door where they were to be found. Boys and children had a comfortable little uniform, and shoes were fur- nished for all ; though the authorities did not seem particularly severe in enforcing the wearing of the shoes, which most of the ^oung persons left behind them. In spite of all The Th?ies^s in the world, the place was a bappy one. It is kept with a neatness and comfort to which, antil his entrance into the union-house, the Irish peasant must Derforce have been a stranger. All the rooms and passages ire white, well scoured, and airy ; all the windows are glazed ; ill the beds have a good store of blankets and sheets. In the women's dormitories thefe lay sereral infirm persons, not ill c;i2 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. enough for the infirmary, and glad of the society of the commor room : in one of the men's sleeping-rooms we found a score o: old gray-coated men sitting round another who was reading prayers to' them. And outside the place we found a womai starving in rags, as she had beeii ragged and starving for years her husband was wounded, and lay in his house upon straw her children were ill with a fever; she had neither meat, no physic, nor clothing, nor fresh air, nor warmth for them ; — anc she preferred to starve on rather than enter the house ! The last of our agricultural excursions was to the fair o Castledermot, celebrated for the show of cattle to be seei there, and attended by the farmers and gentry of the neigh boring counties. Long before reaching the place we me troops of cattle coming from it — -^tock of a beautiful kind, fo the most part large, sleek, Vv'hite, long-backed, most of th< larger animals being bound for England. There was very nea as fine a show in the pastures along the road — which lies acros a light green country with plenty of trees to ornament the land scape, and some n,eat cottages along the roadside. ; At the turnpike of Castledermot the droves of cattle met ui by scores no longer, but by hundreds, and the long street o the place was thronged with oxen, sheep, and horses, and witlt those who wished to see, to sell, or to buy. The squires werr all together in a cluster at the police-house ; the owners of thij horses rode up and down, shovving the best paces of thei brutes ; among whom you might see Paddy, in his ragged friezf i coat^ seated on his donkey's bare rump, and proposing him fa sale. I think I saw a score of this humble though useful bree^ that were brought for sale to the fair. " 1 fcan sell him," say) one fellow, with a pompous air, "wid his tackle or widout. He was looking as grave over the negotiation as if it had bee-! for a thousand pounds. Besides the donkeys, of course ther was plenty of poultry, and there were pigs without numbei shrieking and struggling and pushing hither and thither amon the crowd, rebellious to the straw-rope. It was a fine thing t see one huge grunter and the manner in which he was lande into a cart. The cart was let down on an easy inclined plan to tempt him : two men ascending, urged him by the foreleg; other two entreated him by the tail. At length, when moi than half of his body had been coaxed upon the cart, it wc suddenly whisked up, causing the animal thereby to fall fo ward ; a parting shove sent him altogether into the cart ; th two gentlemen inside jumped out, and the monster was left t ride home. THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK'. 513 The farmers, as usual, were talking of the tariff, predicting ruin to themselves, as farmers will, on account of the decreasing price of sjtock and the consequent fall of grain. Perhaps the person most to be pitied is the poor pig-proprietor yonder • it is hi^rent which he is carrying through the market squeaking at the end of the straw-rope, and Sir Robert's bill adds insol- vency to that poor fellow's misery. This was the last of tlie sights which the kind awner of H — town had invited me into his country to see ; and I think they were among the most pleasing I witnessed in Ireland. Rich and poor were working friendly together ; priest and parson were alike interested in these honest, homely, agricultural fes- tivals ; not a word was said about hereditary bondage ancL English tyranny ; and one did not much regret the absence of those patriotic topics of conversation. If but for the sake cf the change, it was pleasant to pass a few days with people iamong whom there was no quarrelling : no furious denuncia- tions against Popery on the parts of the Protestants, and no tirades against the parsons from their bitter and scornful op- ponents of the other creed. Next Sunday, in the county Meath, in a quiet old church lying ampngst meadows and fine old stately avenues of trees, and for the benefit of a congregation of some thirty persons, I heard for the space of an hour and twenty" minutes some thorough Protestant doctrines, and the Popish superstitions properly belabored. Does it strengthen a man in his own creed to hear his neighbor's belief abused 1 One would imagine so ; for though abuse converts nobody, yet many of our pastors think they are not doing their duty by their own fold unless they fling stones at the flock in the next field, and have, for the honor of the service, a match at cudgellin^s: with the shepherd. Our shepherd to-day was of this pugnacious sort. The Meath landscape, if not varied and picturesque, is ex- tremely rich and pleasant ; and we took some drives along the banks of the Boyne — to the noble park of Slane (still sacred to the memory of George IV., who actually condescended to pass some days there), and to Trim — of which the name occurs so often in Swift's Journals, and where stands an enormous old castle that was inhabited by Prince John. It was taken from him by an Irish chief, our guide said ; and from the Irish chitf fit was taken by Oliver Cromw^ell. O'Thuselah was the Irish ' chief's name no doubt. Here too stands, in the midst of one of the mof t v.retchcd towns in Ireland, a pillar erected in honor cf the Duke of V.'el- 33 ^ 1 4 THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK, lingtoii Dy the gentry of his native county. His birthplace, Dangan, lies not far off. And as we saw the hero's statue, i flight of birds had hovered about it : there was one -on each epaulette and two o;i his marshal's staff. Besides thes^von d(irs, we saw a certain number of beggars ; and a madman, who vv'as walking round a mound and preaching a sermon on grace ; an I a little child's funeral came passing through the dismal town, .the onl^' stirring thing in it (the coffin was laid on a one horse country car — a little deal box, in which the poor child lay — and a great troojD of people followed the humble proces- sion) ; and the inn-keeper, who had caught a few stray gentle- folk in a town where travellers must be rare ; and in his inn — '• which is more gaunt and miserable than the town itself, and which is by no means rendered more cheerful because sundry theological works are left for the rare frequenters in the coffee room — the inn-keeper brought in a bill which would have been worthy of Long's, and which was paid with much grumbling on both sides. It would not be a bad rule for the traveller in Ireland to avoid those inns wher"; theological works are left in the coffee- room. He is pretty sure to be made to pay very dearly for these religious privileges. We waited for the coach at the beautiful lodge and gate of Annsbrook ; and one of the sons of the house coming up, in vited us to look at the domain, which is as pretty and neatly ordered as — as any in England. It is hard to use this com parison so often, and must make Irish hearers angry. Can't one see a neat house and grounds without instantly thinking that they are worthy of the sister country ; and implying, in our cool way, its superiority to everywhere else? Walking in this gentleman's grounds, I told him, \\\ the simplicity of my heart, that the neighboring country was like Warwickshire, and the grounds as good as any English park. Is it the fact that English groui d ; are superior, or only tiiat Englishmen are dis posed to consider them so ? A pretty little twining river, called the Nanny's Water, runs through the park : there is a legend about that, as about other places. Once upon a time (ten thousand years ago). Saint Patrick being thirsty as he passed by this country, came to the house of an old woman, of whom he asked a drink of milk". The old woman brought it to his reverence with the best of Yv'olcomes, and * * * * here it is a great mercy that the Jjelfast mail comes up, whereby the reader is spared the rest of the history. THE IRISH S KE Tc II BOOK. 5x5 The Belfast mail had only to carry us five miles to Drogh- decla, but, in revenge, it made' us pay three shillings for the five miles ; and again, by way of compensation, it carried us over five mil^s of a country that was worth at least five shillings to see — not romantic or especially beautiful, but having the best of all beauty — a quiet, smiling, prosperous, unassuming work-day look, that in views and land scapes most good judges ad- mire. Hard by Nanny's Water, we came to Duleek Bridge, where, I was told, stands an old residence of the De Daili family, who were, moreover, builders of the picturesque old bridge. The road leads over a wide green common, which puts one in mind of Eng (a plague on it, there is the comparison again!), and at the end of the common lies the village among trees : a beautiful and peaceful sight. In the background there was a tall ivy-covered old tower, looking neble and imposing, but a ruin and useless ; then there was a church, and next to it a chapel — the very same sun was shining upon both.* The ehapel and church were connected by a farm-yard, and a score of golden ricks were in the background^ the churches in unison, and the people (typified by the corn -ricks) flourishing at the feet of both. May one ever hope to see the day in Ireland when this little landscape allegory shall find a general applica- tion ? For some way after leaving Duleek the road and the coun- try round continue to wear the agreeable, cheerful look just now lauded. You pass by a house where James II. is said to have slept the night before the battle of the Boyne (he took care to sleep far enough off on the night after), and also by an old red-brick hall standing at the end of an old chace or terrace- avenue, that runs for about a mile down to the house, and finishes at a moat towards the r^acl. But as the coach arrives near Drogheda, and in the boulevards of that town, all resem- lance to England is lost. Up hill and down, we pass low rows of filthy cabins in dirty unckilation. Parents are at the cabin-doors dressing the hair of ragged children ; shock-heads of girls peer out from the black circumference of smoke, and children inconceivably filthy yell v/ildly and vociferously as the coach passes by. One little ragge:! savage rushed furiously up the hill, speculating upon permission to put on the drag-chain at descending, and hoping for a halfpenny reward. He put on the chain, but the guard did not give a halfpenny. I flung him one, and the boy rushed wildly after tic carriage, holding it up with joy. " The man inside has gi-CM r.ie one." sav- he. hold r 1 5 THE IRISH SHE TCII B QOK. ing it up exultingly to the guard. I flung out another (by the bye, and without any prejudice, the halfpence in Ireland are- smaller than those of England), but when the child got this halfpenny, small as it was, it seemed to overpower him : the little man's look of gratitude was worth a great deal more than the biggest penny ever struck. The town itself, which I had three-quarters of an hour to ramble through, is smoky, dirty, and lively. There was a great bustle in the black Main Street, and several good shops, though some of the houses were in a half state of ruin, and battered shutters closed many of the windows where formerly had been '"emporiums," " repositories," and other grandly- tilled abodes of small commerce. Exhortations to "repeal" were liberally plastered on the blackened walls, proclaiming some past or promised visit of the " great agitator." .From the bridge is .a good bustling spectacle of the river and the craft ; tiie quays were grimy with the discharge of the coal-vessels that lay alongside them ; tlie warehouses were not less black ; the seamen and porters loitering on the quay were as swarthy as thoJe of Puddledock ; numerous factories and chimneys were vomiting huge clouds of black smoke : the commerce of the town is stated by the Guide-book to be considerable, and in- creasing of late years. Of one part of its manufactures every traxeUer must speak with gratitude — of the ale namely, which is* as i;ood as the best brewed in the sister kinjjdom. Drogheda ale is to be drunk all over Ireland in the bottled state : candor calls for the acknowledgment that it is equally praiseworthy in draught. And while satisfying himself of this fact, the philoso- phic observer cannot but ask why ale should not be as good elsewhere as at Drogheda : is the water cf the Boyne the only water in Ireland wh.creof ale can be made ? Above the river and craft, an^ the smoky quays of the town, the hills rise abruptly, up which innumeralje cabins clamber. On one of them, by a church, is a round tower, or fort, with a flag : the church is the successor of one battered down by Cromwell in 1649, ^^^ ^^^^ frightful siege of the place. The place of one of his batteries is still marked outside the town, and known as "Cromwell's Mount:" here he "made the breech assaultable, and, by the help of God, stormed it." He chose the strongest point of the defence for his attack. After being twice beaten back, by the divine assistance he was enabled to succeed in a third assault : he " knocked on the head" all the officers of the;2;arrison ; h.e ^a\e orders that rnnc C)f the n^en should Vo <-^-nv;--''. "• T think." ' nv- Vc. "il-nt THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. c; 1 7 night we put to the sword two thousand men ; and one hundred of them having taken possession of St. Peter's steeple and a round tower next the gate, called St. Sunday's, I ordered the steeple of St. Peter's to be fired, when one in the flames was heard to say, ' God confound me, I burn, I burn ! ' " The Lord General's history of "this great mercy vouchsafed to us " concludes with appropriate religious reflections : and prays Mr. Speaker of the House of Commons to remember that "it is good that God alone have all the glory." Is not the recollec- tion of this butchery almost enough to make an Irishman turn rebel } When troops marched over the bridge, a young friend of mine (whom I shrewdly suspected to-be an Orangeman in his heart) told me that their bands played the " Boyne Water." Here is another legend of defeat for the Irishman to muse upon ; and here it was, too, that King Richard II. received the homage of four Irish kings, who flung their bkenes or daggers at his feet and knelt to him, and were wonder-stricken by the riches of his tents and the garments of his knights and ladies. I think it is in Lingard that the story is told ; and the anti- quarian has no doubt seen that beautiful old manuscript at the British museum where these yellow-mantled warriors are seen riding down to the King, splendid in his forked beard, and peaked shoes, and long dangling* scolloped sleeves and em- .broidered gown. The Boyne winds picturesquely round two sides of the town, and following it, we came to the Linen Hall, — in the days of the linen manufacture a place of note, nov/ the place where Mr. O'Connell harangues the people ; but all the windows of the house were barricaded wdien we passed it, and of linen or any other sort of merchandise there seemed to be none. Three boys were running past it with a mouse tied to a string and a dog galloping after ; two little children were paddling down the street, one saying to the other, " Once I had- a halfpenny, and bought apples with it." The barges were lying lazily ®n the river, on the opposite side of which was a wood of a gentle- man's dornain, over which the rooks were cawing ; and by the shore were some ruins — " where Mr. Ball once had his kennel of hounds " — touching reminiscence of former prosperity .'* There is a very large and ugly Roman Catholic chapel in the town, and a smaller one of better construction : it was so crowded, however, although on a week-day, that we could not pass beyond the chapel yard — where we'-e great crowds of people, some praying, some talking, some buyiiig and selling. 3iS , , THE IRfSH SKETCH BOOK There were two or three stalls in the yard, such as one sees near continental churches, beads, books, and benitiers for the faithful to purchase. The church is large and commodious within, and looks (not like all other churches in Ireland_) as if it were frequented. There is a hideous stone monument in the churchyard representing two corpses half rotted aWay : time or neglect had battered away the inscription, nor could we see the dates of some older tombstones in the ground, which were mouldering away in the midst of nettles and rank grass on the wall. By a large public school of some reputation, where a hun- dred boys were educated (my young guide the Orangeman was one of them : he related with much glee how, on one of the Liberator's visits, a schoolfellow had waved a blue and orange flag from the window and cried, " King William forever, and to hell with the Pope ! "), there is a fine old gate leading to the river, and in excellent preservation, in spite of time and Oliver Cromwell. It is a good specimen of Irish architecture. By this time that exceedingly slow coach the " Newry Lark " had arrived at that exceedingly filthy inn where the mail had drop- ped us an hour before. An enormous Englishman was holding a vain combat of wit with a brawny, grinning beggar-woman at the door. " There's a clever gentleman," says the beggar- woman. " Sure he'll give me something." " Flow much should you like ? " says the Englishman, with playful jocularity# " Musha," says she, " many a littler man nor you has given me a shilling." The coach drives away ; the lady had clearly the best of the joking-match ; but I did not see, for all that, that the Englishman gave her a single farthing. From Castle Eellingham — as famous for ale as Drogheda, and remarkable likewise for a still better thing than ale, an ex- cellent resident proprietress, whose fine park lies by the road, and by whose care and taste the village has been rendered one of the most neat and elegant I have yet seen in Ireland — the road to Dundalk is exceedingly picturesque, and the travel- ler has the pleasure of feasting his eyes with the noble line of Mourne Mountains, which rise before him while Ire journeys over a level country for several miles. The " Newry Lark " to be sure disdained to take advantage of the easy roads to accelerate its movements in any way ; but the aspect of the country is so pleasant tlpt one can afford to loiter over it. The fields were yellow with the stubble of the corn — which in this, one of the chief corn counties of Ireland, had just been cut down ; and a long straggling line of neat farm houses and THE IKISri SKETCH BOOK. - ig cottages runs almost the whole way from Castle Bellingham to Duncialk. For nearly a couple of miles of the distance, the road runs along t]ie picturesque flat called Lurgan Green ; and gentlemen's residences and parks are numerous along the road, and one seems to have come amongst a new race of people, so trim are the cottages, so neat the gates and hedges, in this peaceful, smiling district. The people, top, show signs of the general prosperity. A national-school has just dismissed its female scholars as we passed through Dunlar ; and though the children had most of them bare feet, their clothes were good and clean, their faces rosy and bright, and their long hair as shiny and as nicely combed as young ladies' need to be. Nu-. merous old castles and towers stand on the road here and there ; and long before we entered Dundalk we had a sight of a huge factor}';chimney in the town, and of the dazzling white walls of the Roman Catholic church lately erected there. The cabin- suburb is not great, and the entrance to the town is much adorned by the hospital — a handsome Elizabethan building — and a row of houses of a similar architectural style which lie on the left of the traveller. CHAPTER XXVL DUNDALK. The stranger can't fail to be struck with the look of Dun- dalk, as he has been wuth the villages and country leading to it, when contrasted wdth places in the South and West of Ireland. The coach stopped at a cheerful looking Place^ of which almost the only dilapidated^mansion was the old inn at which it dis' charged us, and which did not hold out much prospect of com- fort. But in justice to the " King's Arms " it must be said that good beds and dinners are to be obtained there by voy- agers ; and if they choose to arrive on da}'s when his Grace the Most Reverend the Lord Archbishop of Armagh and of Ireland is dining with his clergy, the house of course is crowded, and the waiters, and the boy who carries in the potatoes, a little hurried and flustered. When their reverences were gone, the laity were served ; and I have no doubt, from the leg of a duck which I got. that the breast and wings must have been verv tender. 5-0 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. Meanwhile the walk was pleasant through the bustling little town. A grave old church with a tall copper spire defends one end of the Main Street ; and a little way from the inn is the superb new chapel, which the architect, Mr.'Duff, has copied from King's College Chapel in Cambridge. The ornamental part of the interior is not yet completed ; but the area of the chapel is spacious. and noble, and three handsome altars of 1 scagliola (or some composition resembling marble) have been erected, of handsome and suitable form. When by the aid of further subscriptions the church shall be completed, it will be ;j one of the handsomest places of worship the Roman CatholicsJ possess in this country. Opposite the chapel^tands a neat low/ black building, — the jail : and over the doorway, is an ominouss balcony and window, with an iron beam overhead. Each endjl of the beam is Ornamented with a grinning iron skull !^ Is this« the hanging-place 1 and do these grinning cast-iron skulls face-,- tiously explain the business for which the beam is there? For: shame ! for shame ! Such disgusting emblems ought no longer; to disgrace a Christian land. If kill we must, let us do so with i as much despatch and decency as possible, — not brazen out; our misdeeds and perpetuate them in this frightful satiric way. A far better cas't-iron emblem stands over a handsome shopi in the '' Place " hard by — a plough namely, which figures over- the factory of Mr. Shekelton, whose industry and skill seemi to have brought the greatest benefit to his fellow-townsmen — of whom he employs numbers in his foundries and workshops. This gentleman was kind enough to show me* through his manufactories, where all sorts of iron works are made, from a steam-engine to a door-key ; and I saw everything to admire, and a vast deal more than I could understand, in the busy, cheerful orderly, bustling clanging place. Steam-boilers were hammered here, and pins made by a hundred busy hands in a manufac- tory above. There was the engine-roon*, where the monster was whirring his ceaseless wheels and directing the whole operations of the factory, fanning the forges, turning the drills, blasting into the pipes of the smelting houses : he had a house to himself, from which his orders issued to the different estab- lishments round about. One machine was quite awful to me, a gentle cockney, not used to such things : it \yas an iron-de- vourer, a wretch with huge jaws and a narrow mouth, ever openmg and shutting — opening and shutting. You put a half- inch iron plate between his jaws, and they shut not a whit slower or quicker than before, and bit through the iron as if it were a sheet of paper. Below the monster's mouth was a THE fRJSll SKETCH BOO IC. -21 punch that performed its duties with similar dreadful calmness, 5oing oil its rising and falling. 1 was so lucky as to have an introduction to the Vicar of Dundalk, which that gentleman's kind and generous nature interpreted into a claim for unlimited hospitality; and he was jijood enough to consider himself bound not only to receive mc, but to give up previous engagements abroad in order to do m-. I need not say that it afforded me sincere pleasure to witness, for a C€>uple of days, his labors among his people ; and indeed it was a delightful occupation to watch both liock and pastor. The world is a wicked, selfish, abominable place, as the parson tells us : but his reverence comes out of his pulpit and gives the flattest contradiction to his doctrine ^biusying himself v.itli kind actions from morning till night, denying to himself, gen- erous to others, pfeaching the truth to young and old, clothing th.c naked, feeding the hungry, consoling the wretched, and giving hope to tiie sick ; — and I do not mean to say that this sort of life is led by the Vi(iar of Dundalk merely, but do firmly believe that it is the life, of the great majority of the Protestant and Roman Catholic clergy of the country. There will be no breach of confidence, I hope, in publishing here the journal of a couple of days spent with one of these reverend gentlemen, and telling some readers, as idle and profitless as the writer, what the clergyman's peaceful labors are. In the ■•first place, we set out to visit the church — the comfortable copper-spired old edifice that w^as noticed two pages back. It stands in a green churchyard of its own, very neat and trimly kept, with an old row of trees that were dropping their red leaves upon a flock of vaults and tombstones below. The building being much injured by flame and time, some hundred years back was repaired, enlarged, and ornamented — ■ as churches in those days- were ornamented — and consequently lost a good deal of its Gothic character. There is a great n ix- ture, therefore, of old style and new style and. no style : 1 i:i, with all this, the church is one of the most commodious a;.d best appointed I have seen in Ireland. The vicar held a coi::> cil with a builder regarding some ornaments for the roof of i!-.e church, which is, as it should be, a gre'at object of his care ai^l architectural taste, and on which he has spent a very large sr..n of money. To these expenses he is in a manner bound, for t..e living is a considerable one, its income being no less th.in two hundred and fifty pounds a year ; out of which lie i as merely to maintain a couple of curates and a clerk and sex:c:i, to conr.i'jule Ir.rgely towards schools and hospitals, and relie\f! ^22 ^^^^^ IRISH SKE TCH B O OK. a few scores of pensioners of his own, who are fitting objects of private bounty. ^ We went from the church to a school, which has been long a favorite resort of the good \icar's : indeed, to judge from the schoolmaster's books, his attendance there is almost daily, and the number of the scholars some two hundred. The number was considerably greater until the schools of the Educational Board were established, when the Roman Catholic clergymen withdrew many of their young people from Mr. Thackeray's establishment. We found a large room with sixty or seventy boys at work ; in an upper chamber were a considerable number of girls, with their teachers, two modest and pretty young women ; but the favorite resort of the vicar was evidently the Inf ant-School, — and no wonder ; it is impossible to witness atnore beautiful or touching sight. Eighty of these little people, healthy, clean, and rosy — some in smart gowns and shoes and stockings, some with patched pinafores and little bare pink feet — sat upon a half-dozen low benches, and were singing, at the top of their fourscore fresh voices, a song when we entered. All the voices were hushed as the vicar came in, and a great bobbing and curtseying took place ; whilst a hundred and sixty innocent eyes turned awfully towards the clergyman, who tried to look as unconcerned as possible, a^id began to make his little ones a speech.- " I have brought," says he, "a gentleman from England, who has heard of my little children and their scliool, and hopes he will carry away a good account of it. Now, you know, we must all do our best to be kind and civil to strangers : what can we do here for this gentleman that he would like ? — do you think he would like a song? " '' {All the c/iildrm.)—'' We'll sing to him ! " Then the schoolmistress, coming forward, sang the first words of a hymn, which at once eighty little voices took up, or near eighty — for some of the little things were too young to sing yet, and all they could do was to beat the jneasure with little red hands as the others sang. It was a hymn about heaven, with a chorus of " Oh tlTat will be joyful, joyful," and one of the verses beginning, " Liitle cluldren will be there." Some of my fair readers (if I have tl.c hOnor to find such) who have been present at similar tender. c!iarniing concerts, know the hymn, nO doubt. It was the fir, t lime 1 had ever heard it ; and I do not care to own that it l)rought tears to my eyes, though it is ill to parade such kind of sentiment in print. But I THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 523 think I will never, while I live, forget that little chorus, iior would any man who has ever loved a child or lost one. God bless you, O little happy singers ! What a noble and useful life is his, who, in place of seeking wealth or honor, devotes' his life to such a service as this ! And all through our country, thank God ! in quiet humble corners, that busy citizens and men of the world never^hear of, there are thousands of such men employed in such holy pursuits, with no reward beyond that which the fulfilment of duty brings them. Most of these children were Roman Catholic. At this tender age the priests do not care to separate them from their little Protestant brethren : and no wonder. He must be a child-murdering Herod who would find the heart to do so. After the hymn, the children went through a little Scripture catechism, answering very correctly, and all in a breath, as the mistress put the questions. Some of them were, of course, too young to understand the words they uttered ; but the answers are so simple that thty cannot fail to understand them before long ; and they learn in spite of themselves. The catechism being ended, another song was sung ; and now the vicar (who had been Humming the chorus along with his young singers, and in spite of an awful and grave coun- tenance, could not help showing his extreme happiness) made another oration, in which he stated that the gentleman from England was perfectly satisfied ; that he would have a good re- port of the Dundalk children to- carry home with him ; that the day was very fine, and the schoolmistress would probably like to take a walk ; and, finally, would the young people give her a holiday ? "As many," concluded he, " as will give the school- mistress a holiday, hold up their hands ! '' This question was carried unanimously. But I am bound to say, v/hen the little people were told that as many as ^twiddii't like a holiday were to hold up their hands, all the little hands went up again exactly as befor^-: by which it may be concluded either that the infants did not understand his reverence's speech, or that they were just as happy to stay at school as to go and play ; and the reader may adopt which- ever of the reasons he inclines to. It is probable that both are correct. The little things are so fond of the school, the vicar told me as we walked away from it, that on returning home they like nothing better than to 'get a number of their companions who don't go to school, and j:o play at infant-school. They may be heard singing their hymns in the narrow alleys and lunnhle hoiK:c'-> in vvhi-ch thevdweil . and \ was told of one r 2 I Tiir. Il-fSFl SKF. TCH BOOK. dying who sang his song of '* Oh that will be joyful, joyful," to his poor mother w^eeping at his bedside, and promising her that they should meet where no parting should be. "There was a child in the school," said the vicar, ''whose father, a Roman Catholic, was a carpenter by trade, a good u'orkman, and earning a considerable weekly sum, but neglect- ing his wife and children and spending his earnings in drink. We have a song against drunkenness that the infants sing ; and one evening, going home, the child found her father excited with liquor and ill-treating his wife. The little thing forthwith in- terposed between them, told her father what she had heard at school regarding the criminality of drunkenness and quarrelling, and finished her little sernion with the hymn. The father was first amused, then touched ; and the end of it wms that he kissed his wife and asked her to forgive him, hugged his child, and from that day would always have her in his bed, made her sing to him morning and night, and forsook his old haunts for the sake of his little companion.*' He was quite sober and prosperous for eight months , but the vicar at the end of that time began to remark that the child looked ragged at school, and p'assing by her mother's house, saw the poor woman with a black eye. " If it was any one but your husband, Mrs. C , who gave you that black eye," says the vicar, "tell me , but if he did it, don't say a. word." The woman was silent, and soon after, meeting her husband, the vicar took him to task. " You were sober for eight months. Now tell me fairly, C ," says he, " were you happier when you lived at home with your wife and child, or are you more happy now ? " The man owned that he was much h'appier former!}^, and the end of the conversation was that he promised to go home once more and try the sober life again, and he went home and succeeded. The vicar continued to hear good accounts of him ; but passing one day by his house he saw the wife there looking very sad. " Had her husband relapsed ? " — " No, he was dead," she said — " dead of the cholera ; but he had been sober ever since his last conversation with the clergyman, and had done his duty to his family up to the time of his death." " I said to the woman," said the good old clergyman, in a grave low voice, " ' Your husband is gone now to the place where, according to his conduct here, his eternal reward will be assigned him ; and let us be thankful to think what a differcmt position he occupies now to that which he must have held had not hislittlegirl been the means under (tocI of converting him."' Our next walk was to the CoutUv Hospilal. the handsome THE IRISTI SKETCH BOOK. t;25 edifice which ornaments tl# Drogheda entrance of the town, and which I had remarked on my arrival. Concerning this hos- pital, the governors were, when I passed through Dundalk, in a state of no small agitation : for a gentleman by the name of , who, from being an apothecary's assistant in the place, had gone forth as a sort of amateur inspector of hospitals throughout Ireland, had thought fit to censure their extrava- gance in erecting the new building, stating that the old one was fully sufficient to hold fifty patients, and that the public money might consequently have been spared. Mr. 's plan for the better maintenance of them in general is, that commis- sioners should be appointed to direct them, and not county gentlemen as heretofore ; the discussion of which question does not need to be carried on in this humble work. My guide, who is one of the governors of the new hospital, conducted me in the first place to the old one — a small dirty house in a damp and low situation, with but three rooms to accommodate patients, and these evidently not fit to hold fifty, or even fifteen patients. The new hospital is one of the hand- somest buildings of the size and kind in Ireland — an ornament to the town, as the angry commissioner stated, but not after all a building of undue cost, for the expense of its erection was but 3,000/. ; and the sick of the county are far better accom- modated in it than in the damp and unwholesome tenement regretted by the eccentric commissioner. An English architect, Mr. Smith of Hertford, designed and completed the edifice ; strange to say, only exceeding his esti- mates by the sum of three-and-sixpence, as the worthy governor of the hospital with great triumph told me. The building is certainly a wonder of cheapness, and, what is more, so com- plete for the purpose for which it was intended, and so hand- some in appearance, that the architect's name deserves to be published by all who hear it \ and if any country newspaper editors should notice this volume, they are requested to make the fact known. The house is provided with every con- venience for men and women, with all the appurtenances of baths, water, gas, airy wards,*and a garden for convalescents ; and, below, a dispensary, a handsome board-room, kitchen, and matron's apartments, &c. Indeed, a noble requiring a house for a large establishment need not desire a handsomer one than this, at its moderate price of 3,000/. The beauty of this building has, as is almost always the case, created emulation, and a terrace in the same taste has been raised in the neigh- borhood of the hospital. From the ho'=pital wc bent our stepr. to_ the Jr.rtitu.tion : 526 THE IRISH SKE TCH B O OA^. of which place I give below the rul^, and a copy of the course of study, and the dietary : leaving English parents to consider the fact, that their children can be educated at this place for thirteen pounds a year. Nor is there anything in the establish- ment savoring of the Dotheboys Hall.* I never saw, in any * " Boarders are received from the age of eight to fourteen at 12/. per annum, and il. for washing, paid quarterly in advance. / " Day scholars are received from the age of ten to twelve at 2/., paid quarterly in ad- vance. " The Incorporated Society ha.ve abundant cause for believing that the introduction of Boarders into tlieir Establishments has produced far more advantageous results to the pub- lic than they could, at so early a period, have anticipated ; and that the election of boy's to their Foundations only after a fair competition with others of a given district, has had the effect of stimulating masters and scholars to exertion and study, and promises to operate most beneficially for the advancement of religious and general knowledge. "The districts for eligible Candidates are as follow : — " Dundalk Institution embraces the counties of Lout?; and Down, because the proper- ties which support it lie in this district. '"The Pococke Institution, Kilkenny, embraces the counties of Kilkenny, and Tl\ ater- ford, for the same Cxiuse. "The Ranelagh Institution, the towns of Athlone and Roscommon, and three districts in the counties of Galway and Roscommon, which the Incorporated Society hold in fee, or from which they receive impropriate tithes, • {Signed) " C^sar Otwav, Secretary." rrattgetnent 0/ School Btishiess in Dundalk 1 nstitution. Ho Mondav, Wednesdav* and Friday. 6 to 7 Ris?, wash, &c. J 7^2 ( Scripture by the Mas- ( ter, and prayer. 7V. ' 8'/2 Reading, History, &c. 8V. ' 9 Breakfast. 9 '\ Play. 10 ' 10 '/2 English Grammar. to^ ' hYa, Algebra. • 1^ ' 12 Scripture. 12 ' I2K Writing. :2K ' ( Arithmetic at Desks, ^ and Book-keeping. 2 ' 2^2 Dinner. ^% ' 5 Plav. , ( Spelling, Mental Arith- i metic, and Euclid. 5 7/2 l]i ' 8 Supper. 8 ' 8M Exercise. ( Scripture by the Mas- 9 l ter, and prayer in f Schoolroom. Retire to bed. Tuesday and Thursday. Rise, wash, &c. ( Scripture by the Mas- ( ter, and prayer. Reading, History, &c. Breakfast. Play. Geography. Euclid. ( Lecture on principles of \ Arithmetic. Writing. .. Mensuration. Dinner. Play. ( Spelling, Mental Arith- I metic, and Euclid. Supper. Exercise. Scripture by the Mas- ter, and prayer in Schoolroom. Retire to bed. Saturday. Rise, wash, &c. ) Scripture by the Master, ( and prayer. Reading, History, &c. Breakfast. Play. 10 to II, Repetition. 11 to 12, Use of Globes. 12 to I, Catechism and Scripture by the Cate- chist. Dinner. f The remainder of this day is devoted to exercise till the hour of Supper, after which the Boys assemble ! in the Schoolroom and 1 hear a portion of Scrip- ture read and explained I by the Master, as on other I days, and conclude with [ prayer- The sciences of Navigation and practical Surveying are taught in the Establishment, also a selection of the Pupils, who have a taste for it, are instructed in the art of Drawing. Dietary. * Breakfast.— Stirabout and Milk, every Morning. Dinner. — On Sunday and Wednesday, Potatoes and Beef; 10 ounces of the latter to each boy. On Monday and Thursdav, Bread and Broth ; J^lb. of the former to each boy. On Tuesday, Friday and Saturday, Potatoes and Milk ; 2 lbs. of the former to each boy. SuppHR. — %Vo. of Biead with Milk, uniformly, except on Monday and Thursday : o» these days, Potatoes and Milk. • THE IRISH SKETCJI BOOK. 22'/ 9 public school in England, sixty cleaner, smarter, more gentle* manlike boys than were here at work. The uppd^' class had been at work on Euclid as we came in, and were set, by way of amusing the stranger, to perform a sum of compound interest of diabolical complication, which, with its algebraic and arith- metic solution, was handed up to me by .three or four of the pupils , and 1 strove to look as wise as I possibly could. Then they went through questions of mental arithmetic with aston- ishing correctness and facility ; and finding from the master that classics were not taught in the scliool, I took occasion to lament this circumstance, saying, with a knowing air, that I would like to have examined the lads in a Greek play. Classics, then, these young fellows do not get. Meat they get but twice a week. Let English parents bear this fact in jiiind ; but that the lads are healthy and happy, anybody who sees them can have no question ; furthermore, they are well instructed in a sound practical education — history, geography, mathematics, religion. What a place to know of would this be for many a poor half-pay officer, where he may put his chil- dren in all confidence that they will be well cared for and soundly educated ! Why have we not State-schools in England, where, for the prime cost — for a sum which never need exceed for a 3-oung boy's maintenance 25/. a year — our children might be brought up ? We are establishing national-schools for the laborer ; why not give education to the sons of the poor gentry — the clergyman whose pittance is small, and would still give his son the benefit of a public education; the artist, the ofHcer, the merchant's office-clerk, the literary man ? What a benefit might be conferred upon all of us if honest charter-schools could be established for our children, and where it would be impossible for Squeem to make a profit ! * Our next day's journey led us,, by half-past ten o'clock, to the ancient town of Louth, a little poor village now, but a great seat of learning and piety, it is said, formerly, where there "stood a university and abbeys, and where Saint Patrick worked wonders. Here my kind friend the rector was called upon to marry a smart sergeant of police to a pretty l"ass, one of the few Protestai^ts who attend his church ; and, the cere- mony over, we were invited to the house of the bride's father hard by, where the clergyman was bound to cut the cake and * Tlie Proprietory Schools of late established have gone far to protect the interests of parents and children ; but the masters of tliese schools take boarders, and of course draw profits from them. Why make the learned man a beef-and-mutton contractor? It would be easy t.i arra;ic;e tii'i efononiy of a school so that there sliould be no possibility of a want of confidence, or of peculation, to the detriment of t!ic pupil. 328 THE IRISH SKE TCH B O OK. drink a glass of wine to the health of the new-married couple. There was evidently to be a dance and some merriment in the course of the evening ; for the good mother of the bride (oh, blessed is he who has a good mother-in-law !) was busy at a huge fire in the little kitchen, and along the road we met vari- ous parties of neatly-dressed people, and several of the ser- geant's comrades, who were hastening to the wedding. The mistress of the rector's darling I nf ant-School was one of the bridesmaids : consequently the little ones had a holiday. But he was not to be disappointed of his Infant-School in this manner : so, mounting the car again, with a fresh horse, we went a very pretty drive of three miles to the snug lone school-house of Glyde Farm — near a handsome park, I believe of the same name, where the proprietor is building a mansion of the Tudor order. The pretty scene of Dundalk was here played over again : the children sang their little hymns, the good old clergyman joined delighted in the chorus, the holiday was given, and the little hands lield up, and I looked at more clean bright faces and little rosy feet. The scene need not be repeated in print but I can understand what pleasure a man must take in the daily witnessing of it, and in the growth of these little plants, which are set and tended by his care. As we returned to Louth, a woman met us wdth a curtsey and expressed her sorrow that she had been obliged to withdraw her daughter from one of the rector's schools, which the child was vexed at leaving too. But the orders of the priest were peremptory \ and who can say they were unjust .'' The priest, on his side, was only enforcing the rule which the parson maintains as his : — the latter will not permit his young flock to be educated except upon certain principles and by certain teachers ; the former has his own scruples unfortunately also — and so that noble and brotherly scheme of National Education falls to the ground. In Louth, the national-school was standing by the side of the priest's chapel : it is so almost everywhere through- out Ireland : the Protestants have rejected, on \ery good motives doubtless, the chance of union which the Educational Board gave them. Be it so ! if the children of either sect be educated apart, so that they be educated, the education scheme will have produced its good, and the union will come afterwards. The church at Louth stands boldly upon a hill looking down on the village, and has nothing remarkable in it but neat- ness, except the monument of a former rector, Dr. Little, which attracts the spectator's attention from the extreme inappro- THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 529 p^ateness of the motto 011 the coat-of-arms of the reverend defunct. It looks rather unorthodox to read in a Christian temple, where a man's bones have the honor to lie — and where, if anywhere, humility is requisite — that there is 7niiltum in Parvo : " a great deal in Little." O Little, in life you were not much, and lo ! you are less now ; why should filial piety engrave that pert pun upon your monument, to cause people to laugh in a place where they ought to be grave ? The defunct doctor built a very .handsome rectory-house, with a set of stables that would be useful to a nobleman, but are rather too commodious for a peaceful rector who does not ride to hounds ; and it was in Little's time, I believe, that the church was removed from the old abbey, where it formerly stood, to its present proud position on the hill. The abbey is a fine ruin, the windows of a good style, the tracings or carvings on many of them ; but a great number of stones and ornaments were removed formerly to built farm- buildings withal, and the place is now as rank and ruinous as the generality of Irish burying-places seem to be. Skulls lie in clusters amongst nettle-beds by the abbey-walls ; graves are only partially covered with rude stones ; a fresh cofhn was lying broken in pieces within the abbey ; and the surgeon of the dispensary hard by might procure subjects here almost without grave-breaking. Hard by the abbey is an interesting building. The legend in the country goes that the place was built for the accommodation of " Saint Murtogh," who lying down to sleep here in the open fields, not having any place to house under, found to his surprise, on waking in the morning, an edifice, which the angels had built. The angelic architecture, is of rather a rude kind ; and the village antiquary, who takes a pride in showing the place, says that the building was erected two thousand years ago. In the handsome grounds of the rectory is another spot visited by popular tradition — a fairy's ring: a regular mound of some thirty feet in height, flat and even on the top, and provided with a winding path for the foot-passengers to ascend. Some trees grew on the mound, one of which was removed in order to make the walk. But the country-people cried out loudly at this desecration, and vowed that the " little people " had quitted the country side forever in consequence. While walking in the town, a woman meets the rector with a number of curtsies and compliments, and vows that " 'tis your reverence is the friend of the poor, and may the Lord 34 S3^ TILE IRIS FT SKETCH BOOK. preserve you to us and lady ; '" and having poured out blesskgs innumerable, concludes by producing a paper for her son that's in throuble in England. The paper ran to the effect that ''We, the undersigned, inhabitants of the parish of Louth, hav^e known Daniel Horgan ever since his youth, and can speak confidently as to his integrity, piety, and good conduct." In fact, the paper stated that Daniel Horgan was an honor to his country, and consequently quite incapable of the crime of — sack-stealing I think — with which at present he was charged, and lay in prison in Durham Castle. The paper had, I should think, come down to the poor mother from Durham, with a direction ready written to despatch it back again when signed, ajid was evidently the work of one of those benevolent indi- dduals in assize-towns, who, following the profession of the law, delight to extricate unhappy young men of whose inno- cence (from various six-and-eightpenny motives) they feel con- vinced. There stood the poor mother, as the rector examined the document, with a huge wafer in her hand, ready to forward it so soon as it was signed : for the truth is that '* We, the undersigned," were as yet merely imaginary. " You don't come to church," says the rector. " I know nothing of you or your son : why don't you go to the priest .'' " '* Oh, your reverence, my son's to be tried next Tuesday," whimpered the woman. She then said the priest was not in the way, but, as we had seen him a few minutes before, re- called the assertion, and confessed that she had been to the priest and that he would not sign ; and fell to prayers, tears, and unbounded supplications to induce the rector to give his signature. But that hard-hearted divine, stating that he had not known Daniel Horgan from his youth upwards, that he, Could not certify as to his honesty or dishonesty, enjoined the w^oman to majce an attempt upon the R. C. curate, to whose handwriting he would certify if need were. The upshot of the mattfcr was that the woman returned with a certificate from the R. C. curate as to her son's good behavior while in the village, and the rector certified that the handwriting was that of the R. C. clergymen in question, and the woman popped her big red wafer into the letter and went her way. Tuesday is passed long ere this : Mr. Horgan's guilt or innocence is long since clearly proved, and he celebrates the latter in freedom, or expiates the former at the mill. Indeed, I don't know that there was any call to introduce his adventures to the public, except perhaps it may be goqd to see how in this little distant Irish village the blood of jife is running. Here goes a THE IRISH SKE TC/I B GO A '. ^31 happy party to a marriage, and the parson pra\'s a '' G'od bless you ! " upon them, and the world begins for them. Yonder lies a stall-fed rector in his tomb, flaunting over his nothingness his pompous heraldic motto : and yonder lie the fresh tragments of a nameless deal coffin, which any foot may kick over. Presently you hear the clear voices of little children praising God : and here comes a mother wringing her hands and asking for succor for her lad, who was but a child the other day. Such mot us animoT-wn atqiie hcec certamhia tania are going on in an hour of an October day, in a little pinch of clay in the county Louth. Perhaps, being in the moralizing strain, the honest surgeon at the dispensary might come in as an illustration. He in- habits a neat humble house a storey higher than his neighbors', but with a thatched roof. He relieves a thousand patients yearly at the dispensar)^, he visits seven hundred in the parish, he supplies the medicines gratis ; and receiving for these ser- vices the sum of about one hundred pounds yearly, some county economists and calculators are loud against the extrava- gance of his salarv, and threaten his removal. All these in- dividuals and their histories we presently turn our backs upon, for, after all, dinner is at five o'clock, and we have to see the new road to Dundalk, which the county has lately been making. Of this undertaking, which shows some skilful engineering — some gallant cutting of rocks and hills, and filling of valleys, with a tall and handsome stone bridge thrown across the river, and connecting the high embankments on which the new road at that place is formed — I can say little, except that it is a vast convenience to the country, and a great credit to the sur- veyor and contractor too : for the latter, though a poor man, and losing heavily by his bargain, has yet refused to mulct his laborers of their wages ; and, as cheerfully as he can. still pays them their shilling a day. CPIAPTER XXVn. NEWRY, ARMAGH, BELFAST FROM DUNDALK TO NEWRY. My kind host gave orders to the small ragged boy that drove the car to take '* particular care of the little gentleman , " and the car-boy, grinning in appreciation of the joke, drove oflf 53-^ TTIE IRISH SKETCH BOCK. at his best pace, and landed Lis cargo at Newry after a pleasant two hours' drive. The country for the most part is wild, but not gloomy ; the mountains round about are adorned with woods and gentlemen's seats ; and the car-boy pointed out one hill — that of Slievegullion, which kept us company all the way — as the highest hill in Ireland. Ignorant or deceiving car- boy ! I have seen a dozen hills, each the highest in Ireland, j in my way through the country, of which the inexorable Guide- book gives the measurement and destroys the claim. Well, it was the tallest hill, in the estimation pf the car-boy ; and in tins respect the world is full of car-boys. Has not every mo- ther of a family a Slievegullion of a son, who, according to her measurement, towers above all other sons 1 Is not the patriot, who belie\ es himself equal to three Frenchmen, a car-boy in lieart ? There was a kind young creature, with a chilcl in her lap, that evidently held this notion. She paid the child a series Ol compliments, which would have led one to fancy he was an angel from heaven at the least ; and her husband sat gravely by, very silent, with his arms round a barometer. Beyond these there were no incidents or characters of note, wxcept an old or,tler that they said was ninety years old, and watered the horse at a lone inn on the road. " Stop ! " cries this wonder of years and rags, as the car, after considerable parley, got under weigh. The car-boy pulled up, thinking a fresh passenger was coming out of the inn. " Stop., till one of the g^mtlemen gives me so?nething,'" says the old man, coming slowly up with us: which speech created a laugh, and got him a penny : he received it without the least thankfulness, and went away grumbling to his pail. Newry is remarkable as being the only town I have seen which had no cabin suburb : strange to say, the houses begin all at once, handsomely coated and hatted with stone and slate; and if Dundalk was prosperous, Newry is better still. Such a sight of neatness and comfort is exceedingly welcome to an English traveller, who, moreover, finds himself, after driving through a plain bustling clean street, landed at a large plain comfortable inn, where iDusiness seems to be done, where there are smart waiters to receive him, and a comfortable warm coffee- room that bears no traces of dilapidation. What tlie merits of the cuisine may be I can't say for the information of travellers ; a gentleman to whom I had brouglit a letter from Dundalk taking care to provide me at his own table, accompanving me pre\-i )i'.'^,]y to \i it llit^ Jii-is of .the town. A river divides it, and t'.io counties oi AL-m:r;!j and THE IRISH SKKTCII nOOK\ 533 Down : the river runs into the sea at Carlingford Bay, and is connected by a canal with Lough Neagh, and thus with the North of Ireland; Steamers to Liverpool and Glasgow sail continually. There are mills, foundries, and manufactories, of which the Guide-book will give particulars ; and the town of 13,000 inhabitants is the busiest and most thriving that I have yet seen in Ireland. Our first walk was to the church : a large and handsome building, although built in the unlucky period when the Gothic style was coming into vogue. Hence one must question the propriety of many of the ornaments, though the whole is mas- sive, well-finished, and stately. Near the church stands the Roman Catholic chapel, a very fine building, the work of the same architect, Mr. Duff, who erected the chapel at Dundalk ; but, like almost all other edifices of the kind in Ireland that I have seen, the interior is quite unfinished, and already so dirty and ruinous, that one would think a sort of genius for dilapida- tion must have been exercised in order to bring it to its present condition. There are tattered green-baize doors to enter at, a dirty clay floor, and cracked plaster walb, wdth an injunction to the public not to spit on the floor. Maynooth itself is scarcely more dreary. The architect's work, however, does him the highest credit . the interior of the church is noble and simple in style ; and one can't but grieve to see a fine w-ork of art, that might have done good to the country, so defaced and ruined as this is. The Newry poor-house is as neatly ordered and comfortable as any house, public or private, in Ireland : the same look of health which was so pleasant to see among the Naas children of the union-house was to be remarked here : the same care and comfort for the old people, Of able-bodied there were but few in the house ; it is in winter that there are most applicants for this kind of relief ; the sunshine attracts the women out of the place, and the harvest relieves it of the men. Cleanliness, the matron said, is more intolerable to most of the inmates than any other regulation of the house ; and instantly on quitting the house they relapse into their darling dirt, and of course at their periodical return are subject to the unavoidable initiatory lustration. Newry has many comfortable and handsome public build- ings : the streets have a business-like look, the shops and people are not too poor, and the southern grandiloquence is not shown here in the shape of fine words for small wares. Even tiie beggars are not so numerous, I fancy, or so coaxing 534 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK and wheedling in their talk. Perhaps, too, among the gentry, the same moral change may be remarked, and they seem more downright and plain in their manner ; but one must not pre- tend to speak of national characteristics from such a small experience as a couple of evenings' intercourse may give. Although not equal in natural beauty to a hundred other routes which the traveller takes in the South, the ride from Newry to Armagh is an extremely pleasant one, on account of the undeniable increase of prosperity which is visible through the country. Well-tilled fields, neat farm-houses, well-dressed people, meet one everywhere, and people and landscape alike have a plain, hearty, flourishing lock. The greater part of Armagh has the aspect of a good stout old English town, although round about the steep on which the cathedral stands (the Roman Catholics have taken possession of another hill, and are building an opposition cathedral on this eminence) there are some decidedly Irish streets, and that dismal combination of house and pigsty which is so common in Munster and Connaught. But the main streets, though not fine, are bustling, sub- stantial, and prosperous ; and a fine green has some old trees and some good houses,'' and even handsome stately public buildings, round about it, that remind one of a comfortable cathedral city across the water. The cathedral service is more completely performed here than in any English town, I think. The church is small, but extremely neat, fresh and handsome — almost too handsome ; covered with spick-and-span gilding and carved-work in the style of the thirteenth century ; ever\^ pew as smart and well- cushioned as my lord's own seat in the country church ; and for the clergy and their chief, stalls and thrones quite curious for their ornament and splendor. The Primate with his blue ribbon and badge (to whom the two clergymen bow reverently as, passing between them, he enters at the gate of the altar rail) looks like a noble Prince of the Church ; and I had heard enough of his magnificent charity and kindness to look with reverence at his lofty handsome features. Will it be believed that the sermon lasted only for twenty minutes ? Can this be Ireland .<* I think this wonderful cir- cumstance impressed me more than any other with the differ- ence between North and South, and, having the Primate's own countenance for the opinion, may confess a great admiration for orthodoxy in this particular. A beautiful monument to Archbishop Stuart, b}- Chantrey/ THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 53^ a magnificent stained window, containing the arms of the clergy of the diocese (in the very midst of which I was glad to recognize the sober old family coat of the kind and venerable rector of Louth); and numberless carvings and decorations, will please the lover of church architecture here. I must con- fess, however, that in my idea the cathedral is quite too com- plete. It is of the twelfth century, but not the least venerable. It is as neat and trim as a lady's drawing-room. It wants a hundred years at least to cool the raw colors of the stones, and to dull the brightness of the gilding: all which benefits, no doubt, time will bring to pass, and future Cockneys setting off from London Bridge after breakfast in an aerial machine may come to hear the morning service here, and not remark the faults which have struck a too susceptible tourist of the nine- teenth century. Strolling round the town after service, I saw more decided signs that Protestantism was there in the ascendant. I saw no less than three different ladies on the prowl, dropping religious tracts at various doors ; and felt not a little ashamed to be seen by one of them getting into a car with bag and baggage, being bound for Belfast. The ride of ten miles from Armagh to Portadown was not the prettiest, but one of the pleasantest drives I have had in Ireland, for the country is well cultivated along the whole of the road, the trees in plenty, and villages and neat houses always in sight. The little farms, with their orchards and comfortable buildings, were as clear and trim as could be wished : they are mostly of one storey, with long thatched roofs and shining windows, such as those that may be seen in Normandy and Picardy. As it was Sunday evening, all the people seemed to be abroad, some sauntering quietly down the roads, a pair of girls here and there pacing leisurely in a field, a little group sealed under the trees of an orchard, which pretty adjunct to the farm is very common in this district ; and the crop of apples seemed this year to be extremely plenty. The physi- ognomy of the people too has quite changed ; the girls have their hair neatly braided up, not loose over their faces as in the south ; and not only are bare feet very rare, and stockings extremely neat and white, but I am sure I saw at least a dozen good silk gowns upon the women along the road, and scarcely one which was not clean and in good order. The men for the most part figured in jackets, caps, and trousers, eschewing the old well of a hat which covers the popular head at the other 536 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. end of the island, the breeches, and the long ill-made tail-coat The people's faces are sharp and neat, not broad, lazy, knowing- looking, like that of many a shambling Diogenes who may be seen lounging before his cabin in Cork or Kerry. As for the cabins, they have disappeared ; and the houses of the people may rank decidedly as cottages. The accent, too, is quite dif ferent ; but this is hard to describe in print. The peopldi speak with a Scotch twang, and, as I fancied, much morei simply and to the point. A man gives you a downright answer,! without any grin or joke, or attempt at flattery. To be sure,, these are rather early days to begin to judge of national char-t acteristics ; and very likely the above distinctions have beeni drawn after profoundly studying a Northern and a Southernii waiter at the inn at Armagh. At any rate, it is clear that the towns are vastly improved,! the cottages and villages no less so ; the people look active and( well-dressed ; a sort of weight seems all at once to be takeni from the Englishman's mind on entering the province, when het finds himself once more looking upon comfort and activity, andc resolution. What is the cause of this improvement t Protest tantism is, more than one Church-of-England man said to me ; but, for Protestantism, would it not be as well to read Scotchism ?! — meaning thrift, prudence, perseverance, boldness, and commontl sense : with which qualities any body of men, of any Christian^ denomination, would no doubt prosper. \ The little brisk town of Portadown, with its comfortable! unpretending houses, its squares and market-place, its pretty^ quay, with craft along the river, — a steamer building on the; dock, close to mills and warehouses that look in a full state of i prosperity, — was a pleasant conclusion to this ten miles' drive, that ended at the newly opened railway-station. The distance hence to Belfast is twenty-five miles ; Lough Neagh may be^ seen at one point of the line, and the Guide-book says that'] the station-towns of Lurgan and Lisburn are extremely pic^ turesque ; but it was night when I passed by them, and after a journey of an hour and a quarter reached Belfast. That city has been discovered by another eminent Cockney traveller (for though born in America, the dear old Bow-bell blood must run in the veins of Mr. N. P. Willis), and I have met, in the periodical works of the country, with repeated angry allusions to his description of Belfast, the pink heels of the chamber-maid who conducted him to bed (what business had I he to be looking at the young woman's legs at all.?) and his* wrath at the beggary of the town and the laziness of the inhabi'l THE IRISH SKE TCII B OK. 537 mts, as marked by a line of dirt running along the walls, and lowing where they were in the habit of lolling. These observations struck nie as rather hard when applied IBelfast, through possibly pink heels and beggary might be emarkcd in other cities of the kingdom ; but the town of Belfast seemed to me really to be as neat, prosperous, and hand Dme a city as need be seen ; and, with respect to the inn, that which I stayed, " Kearn's," was as comfortable and well- rdered an establishment as the most fastidious Cockney can esire, and with an advantage which some people perhaps do ot care for, that the dinners which cost seven shillings at .ondon taverns are here served for half a crown ; but, I must epeat here, in justice to the public, what I stated to Mr, Villiam the waiter, viz. : that half a pint of port-wine does con- ain more than two glasses — at least it does in happy, happy ngland. * ^ Only, to be sure, here the wine is good, vhereas the port-wine in England is not port, but for the most Dart an abominable drink of which it would be a mercy only to iw^ us two glasses : which, however, is clearly wandering from. he subject in hand. They call Belfast the Irish Liverpool. If people are for calling names, it would be better to call it the Irish London at once — the chief city of the kingdom at any rate. It looks hearty, thriving, and prosperous, as if it had money in its pockets and roast-beef for dinner : it has no pretensions to fashion, but looks mayhap better in its honest broadcloth than some people in their shabby brocade. The houses are as hand- some as at Dublin, with this advantage, that the people seem to live in them. They have no attempt at ornament for the most part, but are grave, stout, red-brick edifices, laid ou^at four angles in orderly streets and squares. The stranger cannot fail to be struck (and haply a little frightened) by the great number of meeting-houses that deco- rate the town, and give evidence of great sermonizing on Sun- days. These buildings do not affect the Gothic, like many of the meagre edifices of the Established and the Roman Catho- lic churches, but have a physiognomy of their own — a thick- set citizen look. Porticoes have they, to be sure, and orna- ments Doric, Ionic, and what not ? but the meeting-house peeps through all these classical friezes and entablatures ; and though one reads of " Imitations of the Ionic Temple of Ilissus, near Athens," the classic temple is made to assume a bluff, downright, Presbyterian air, which M^ould astonish the original builder, doubtless. The churches of the Establishment ^^S THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK are hanuajme and stately. The Catholics are building a brick cathedral, no doubt of the Tudor style : — the present chapel, flanked by the national-schools, is an exceedingly unprepos- sessing building of the Strawberry Hill or Castle of Otranto Gothic ■ the keys and mitre figuring in the centre — " The cross- keys and night-cap," as a hardhearted Presbyterian called them to me, with his blunt humor. The three churches are here pretty equally balanced ; Presbyterians 25,000, Catholics 20,000, Episcopalians 17,000. Each party has two or more newspaper organs ; and the wars between them are dire and unceasing, as the reader may im-' agine. For whereas in other parts of Ireland where Catholics* and Episcopalians prevail, and the Presbyterian body is too' small, each party has but one opponent to belabor : here the Ulster politician, whatever may be his way of thinking, has the great advantage of possessing two enemies on whom he may exercise his eloquence ; and in this triangular duel all do their duty nobly. Then there are subdivisions of hostility. For the Church there is a High Church and a Low Church jour- nal ; for the Liberals there is a " Repeal " journal and a " No- repeal " journal ; for the Presbyterians there are yet more varieties of journalistic opinion, on which it does not become a stranger to pass a judgment. If the N'orthcrd Whig says that the Banner of Ulster " is a polluted rag, which has hoisted the red Banner of falsehood " (which elegant words may be found in the first-named journal of the 13th October), let us be sure the Banfter has a compliment for the Northern Whig in return ; if the " Repeal " Vindicator and the priests attack the Presbyterian journals and the " homo missions," the reverend gentlemen of Geneva are quite as ready with the pen as their brethren of Rome, and not much more scrupulous in their language than the laity. When I was in Belfast, violent disputes were raging between Presbyterian and Episcopalian Conservatives with re- gard to the Marriage Rill ; between Presbyterians and Catholics on the subject of the " home missions ; " between the Liberals and Conservatives, of course. "Tbank God," for instance, writes a " Repeal " journal, " that the honor and power oj Ireland are not involved in the disgraceful Afghan war!'' — a sentiment insinuating Repeal and something more ; disowning, not merely this or that Ministry, but the sovereign and her jurisdiction altogether. But details of these quarrels, religious or political, can tend to edify but few readers out of the country. Even in it| as there are some nine shades of politico- religious differences, an observer pretending to impartiality mus' THE IRISH SKkTCII BOOK. 53^ necessarily displease eight parties, and almost certainly the whole nine ; and the reader who desires to judge the politics of Belfast must study for himself. Nine journals, publishing four hundred numbers in a year, each number containing about as much as an octavo volume : these, and the back numbers of former years, sedulously read, will give the student a notion of the subject in question. And then, after having read the state- ments on either side, he must ascertain the truth of them, by which time more labor of the same kind will have grown upon him, and he will have attained a good old age. Amongst the poor, the Catholics and Presbyterians a^e ^aid to go in a pretty friendly manner to the national-schools ; but among the Presbyterians themselves it appears there are great differences and quarrels, by which a fine institution, the Belfast Academy, seems to have suffered considerably. It is almost the only building in this large and substantial place that bears, to the stranger's eye, an unprosperous air. A vast building, standing fairly in the midst of a handsome green and place, and with snug, comfortable red-brick streets stretching away at neat right angles all around, the Presbyterian College looks hand- some enough at a short distance, but on a nearer view is found in a woeful state of dilapidation. It does not possess the su- preme dirth and filth of Maynooth — that can but belong to one place, even in Ireland ; but the building is in a dismal state of unrepair, steps and windows broken, doors and stairs battered. Of scholars I saw but a few, and these were in the drawing academy. The fine arts do not appear as yet to flourish in Bel- fast. The models from which the lads were copying were not good : one was copying a bad copy of a drawing by Prout ; one was coloring a print. The ragged children in a German national-school have better models before them, and are made acquainted with truer principles of art and beauty. Hard by is the Belfast Museum, where an exhibition of pictures was in preparation, under the patronage of the Belfast Art Union. Artists in all parts of the kingdom had been invited to send their works, of which the Union pays the car- riage \ and the porters and secretary were busy unpacking cases, in which I recognized some of the works which had before figured on the walls of the London Exhibition rooms. The book-shops which I saw in this thriving town said much for the religious disposition of the Belfast public : there were numerous portraits of reverend gentlemen, and their works of every variety : — " The Sinner's Friend," " The Watchman on the Tower," "The Peep of Day," "Sermons delivered at 540 THE IRISH SKETCH BCfOK. Bethesda Chapel," by so-and-so ; with hundreds of the neat little gilt books with bad prints, scriptural titles, and gilt edges, that come from one or two serious publishing houses in Lon- don, and in considerable numbers from the neighboring Scotch shores. As for the theatre, with such a public the drama can be expected to find but little favor ; and the gentleman who accompanied me in my walk, and to whom I am indebted for many kindnesses during my stay, said not only that he had never been in the playhouse, but that he never heard of any one going thither. I found out the place where the poor neglected Dramatic Muse of Ulster hid herself ; and was of a party of six in the boxes, the benches of the pit being dotted over with about a score more. Well, it was a comfort to see that the gallery was quite full, and exceedingly happy and noisy : they stamped, and stormed, and shouted, and clapped in a way that was pleasant to hear. One young god, between the acts, favored the public with a song — extremely ill sung certainly, but the intention was everything ; and his brethren above stamped in chorus with roars of delight. As for the piece performed, it was a good old melodrama of the British sort, inculcating a thorough detestation of vice and a warm sympathy with suffering virtue. The serious are surely too hard upon poor play-goers. We never for a moment allow rascality to triumph beyond a certain part of the third act : we sympathize with the woes of young lovers — her in ringlets and a Polish cap, him in tights and a Vandyke collar ; we abhor avarice or tyranny in the person of " the first old man " with the white wig and red stockings, or of the villain with the roaring voice and black whiskers ; we applaud the honest wag (he is a good fellow in spite of his cowardice) in his hearty jests at the tyrant before mentioned ; and feel a kindly sympathy with all mankind as the curtain falls over all the characters in the group, of which successful love is the happy centre. Reverend gentle- men in meeting-house and church, shout against the immor- alities of this poor stage, and threaten all play-goers with the fate which is awarded to unsuccessful plays, should try and bear less hardly upon us. An artist — who, in spite of the Art Union, can- scarcely, I should think, flourish in a place that seems devoted to preach- ing, politics, and trade — has somehow found his way to this humble little theatre, and decorated it with some exceedingly pretty scenery — almost the only indication of a taste for the fine arts which I have found as yet in the country. A fine night-exhibition in the town is that of the huge spin- THE IRISH SKE TCII BOOK. ^41 iiing-mills which surround it, and of which the thousand win- dows are lighted up at nightfall, and may be seen from almost all quarters of the city. A gentleman to whom I had brought an introduction good naturedly left his work to walk with me to one of these mills, and stated by whom he had been introduced to me to the mill- proprietor, Mr. Mulholland. " T/iat recommendation," said' Mr. Mulholland gallan.tly^ ''is welcome anywhere." It was from my kind friend Mr..Lever. What a privilege some men have, who can sit quietly in their studies and make friends all the world over ! There are nearly five hundred girls employed in it. They Work in huge long chambers, lighted by numbers of windows, hot with steam, buzzing and humming witlUiundreds of thousands of whirl- ing wheels, that all take their motion from a steam-engine which lives apart in a hot cast- iron temple of its own, from which it communicates with the innumerable machines that the five hundred girls preside over. They have seemingly but to take away the work when done — the enormous monster in the cast- iron room does it all. He cards the flax, and combs it, and spins it, and beats it, and twists it : the five hundred girls stand by to feed him, or take the material from him, when he has had his will of it. There is something frightful in the vast- ness as in the minuteness of this power. Every thread writhes and twirls as the steam-fate orders it,-r-every thread, of which it would take a hundred to make the thickness of a hair. I have seldom, I think, seen more good looks than amongst the young women employed in this plaoe. They work for twelve hours daily, in rooms of which the heat is intolerable to a stranger ; but in spite of it they looked gay, stout, and healthy ; nor were their forms much concealed by the very simple clothes they wear while in the mill. The stranger will be struck by the good looks not only of these spinsters, but of almost all the young women in the streets. I never saw a town where so many women are to be met — so many and so pretty — with and without bonnets, with good figures, in neat homely shawls and dresses. The grisettes of Belfast are among the handsomest ornaments of it; and as good, no doubt, and irreproachable in morals as their sisters m the rest of Ireland. Many of the merchants' counting-houses are crowded in little old-fashioned '' entries," or courts, such as one sees about the Bank in London. In and about these, and in the principal Streets in the daytime, is a: great activity, and homely unpre- 542 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. tending bustle. The men have a business look, too ; and one sees very few flaunting dandies, as in Dublin. The shopkeep- ers do not brag upon their signboards, or keep " emporiums," as elsewhere, — their places of business being for the most part homely ; though one may see some splendid shops, which are not to be surpassed by London. The docks and quays are busy with their craft and shipping, upon the beautiful borders of the Lough ; — the large red warehouses stretching along the shores, with ships loading, or unloading, or building, hammers clanging, pitch pots flaming and boiling, seamen cheering in the ships, or lolling lazily on the shore. The life and move- ment of a port here give the stranger plenty to admire and observe. And nature has likewise done everything for the place — surrounding it with picturesque hills and water ; for which latter I must confess I was not very sorry to leave the town behind me, and its mills, and its meeting-houses, and its commerce, and its theologians, and its politicians. CHAPTER XXVIII. BELFASy TO THE CAUSEWAY. The Lough of Belfast has a reputation for beauty almost as great as that of the Bay of Dublin ; but though, on the day I left Belfast for Larne, the morning was fine, and the sky clear and blue above, an envious mist lay on the water, which hid all its beauties from the dozen of passengers on the Larne coach. All we could see were ghostly-looking silhouettes of ships gliding here and there through the clouds ; and I am sure the coachman's remark was quite correct, that it was a pity the day was so misty. I found myself, before 1 was aware, entrapped into a theological controversy with two grave gentlemen out- side the coach — another fog, which did not subside much befere we reached Carrickfergus. The road from the Ulster capital to that little town seemed meanwhile to be extremely lively : cars and omnibuses passed thickly peopled. For some miles along the road is a string of handsome country-houses, belonging to the rich citizens of the town ; and we passed by neat-looking churches and chapels, factories and rows of cot- tages clustered round them, like viflages of old at the foot of THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 543 feudal castles. Furthermore it was hard to see, for the mist which lay on the water had enveloped the mountains too, and we only had a glimpse or two of smiling comfortable fields and gardens, Carrickfergus rejoices in a real romantic-looking castle, jutting bravely into the sea, and famous as a background for a picture. It is of use for little else now, luckily ; nor has it been put to any real warlike purposes since the day when honest Thurot stormed, took, and evacuated it. Let any romancer who is in want of a hero peruse the second volume, or it may be the third, of the " Annual Register," where the adventures of that gallant fellow are related. He was a gentle- man, a genius, and, to crown all, a smuggler. He lived for some time in Ireland, and in England, in disguise ; he had love-passages and romantic adventures ; he landed a body of his countrymen on these shores, and died in the third volume, after a battle gallantly fought on both sides, but in which vic- tory rested with the British arms. What can a novelist want more ? William III. also landed here ; and as for the rest, " M'Skimin, the accurate and laborious historian of the town, informs us that the founding of the castle is lost in the depths of antiquity." It is pleasant to give a little historic glance at a place as one passes through. The above facts may be re- lied on as coming from Messrs. Curry's excellent new Guide- book ; with the exception of the history of Mons. Thurot, which is "private information," drawn years ago from the scarce work previously mentioned. By the way, another excel- lent companion to the traveller in Ireland is the collection of the " Irish Penny Magazine," which may be purchased for a guinea, and contains a mass of information regarding the cus- toms and places of the country. Willis's work is amusing, as everything is, written by that lively author, and the engravings accompanying it as unfaithful as any ever made. Meanwhile asking pardon for this double digression, which has been made while the guard-coachman is delivering his mail-bags — w^hile the landlady stands looking on in the sun, her hands folded a little below the waist — while a company of tall burly*troops from the castle has passed by, "surrounded" by a very mean, mealy-faced, uneasy-looking little subaltern--while the poor epileptic idiot of the town, wallowdng and grinning in the road, and snorting out supplications for a halfpenny, has tottered away in possession of t' o coin : — meanwhile, fresh horses are brought out, and the small boy who acts behind the coach makes an unequal and disagreeable tootooing on a horn ^44 '^HE IRISH SKETCH BOCX. kept to warn sleepy carmen and celebrate triumphal entries into and exits from cities. As the mist clears up, the country shows round about wild but friendly : at one place we passed a village where a crowd of well-dressed people were collected at an auction of farm-furniture, and many more figures might be seen coming over the fields and issuing from the mist. The owner of the carts and machines is going to emigrate to America. Presently we come to the demesne of Red Hall, " through which is a pretty drive of upwards of a mile in length : it contains a rocky glen, the bed of a mountain stream — which is perfectly dry, except in winter — and the woods about it are picturesque, and it is occasionally the resort of summer- parties of pleasure." Nothing can be more just than the first part of the description, and there is very little doubt that the latter paragraph is equally faithful ; — with which we come to Larne, a " most thriving town," the same authority says, but a most dirty and narrow-streeted and ill-built one. Some of the houses reminded one of the south. A benevolent fellow-pas- senger said that the window was '* a convenience." And here, after a drive of nineteen miles upon a comfortable coach, we were transferred with the mail-bags to a comfortable car that makes the journey to Ballycastle. There is no harm in saying that there was a very pretty smiling buxom young lass for a travelling companion ; and somehow, to a lonely person, the landscape always looks prettier in such society. The " Antrim coast-road," which we now, after a few miles, begin to follow, besides being one of the most noble and gallant works of art that is to be seen in any country, is likewise a route highly picturesque and romantic ; the sea spreading wide before the spectator's eyes upon one side of the route, the tall cliffs of limestone rising abruptly above him on the other There are in the map of Curry's Guide-book points indicating castles and abbey ruins in the vicinity of Glenarm ; and the little place looked so comfortable, as we abruptly came upon it, round a rock, that I was glad to have an excuse for staying, and felt an extreme curiosity with regard to the abbey and the castle. The abbey only exists in the unromantic shape of a wall ; the castle, however, far from being a ruin, is an antique in the most complete order — an old castle repaired so as to look like new, and increased by modern wings, towers, gables, and ter- races, so extremely old that the whole forms a grand and nn- posing-looking baronial edifice, towering above the little town which it seems to protect, and with which it is connected by a bridge and a severe-looking armed tower and gate. In the THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ^4^ town is a town-house, with a campanile in the Italian taste, and a school Of chapel opposite in the early English ; so that the inhabitants can enjoy a considerable architectural variety. A grave-looking church, with a beautiful steeple, stands amid some trees hard by a second handsome bridge and the little quay ; and here, too, was perched a poor little wandering theatre (gallery id., pit 2^.), and proposing that night to play " Bom- bastes Furioso, and the Comic Bally of Glenarm in an Uproar." 1 heard the thumping of the drum in the evening ; but, as at Roundwood, nobody patronized the poor players. At nine o'clock there was not a single taper lighted under their awning, and my heart (perhaps it is too susceptible) bled for Fusbos. The severe gate of the castle was opened by a "kind, good- natured old porteress, instead of a rough gallowglass with a battle-axe and yellow shirt (more fitting guardian of so stern a postern), and the old dame insisted upon my making an appli- cation to see the grounds of the castle, which request was very kindly granted, and afforded a delightful half-hour's walk. The grounds are beautiful, and excellently kept ; the trees in their autumn livery of red, yellow, and brown, except some stout ones that keep to their green summer clothes, and the laurels and their like, who wear pretty much the same dress all the year round. The birds were singing with the most astonishing vehemence in the dark glistening shrubberies ; but the only sound in the walks was that of the rakes pulling together the falling leaves. There was of these walks one especially, flanked towards the river by a turreted wall covered with ivy, and having on the one side a row of lime-trees that had turned quite yellow, while opposite them was a green slope, and a quaint terrace-stair, and a long range of fantastic gables, towers, and chimneys ; — there was, I say, one of these walks which Mr. Cattermole would hit off with a few strokes of his gallant pencil, and which I could fancy to be frequented by some of those long-trained, tender, gentle-looking young beauties whom Mr. Stone loves to design. Here they come, talking of love in a tone that is between a sigh and a whisper, and gliding in rustling shot silks over the fallen leaves. • There seemed to be a good deal of stir in the little port, where, says the Guide-book, a couple of hundred vessels take in cargoes annually of the produce of the district. Stone and lime are the chief articles exported, of which the cliifs for miles give an unfailing supply ; and, as one travels the moun- tains at night, the kilns may be seen lighted uo in the lonely places, and flaring red in the darkness. 546 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. If the road from Larne to Glenarm is beautiful, the coast route from the latter place to Cushendall is still more so ; and, except peerless Westport, I have seen nothing in Ireland so picturesque as this noble line of coast scenery. The new road, luckily, is not yet completed, and the lover of natural beauties had better hasten to the spot in time, ere by flattening and im- proving the road, and leading it along the sea-shore, half the magnificent prospects are shut out, now visible from along the mountainous old road ; which according to the good old fashion, gallantly takes all the hills in its course, disdaining to turn them. At three miles' distance, near the village of Cairlough, Glenarm looks more beautiful than when you are close upon it ; and, is the car travels on to the stupendous Garron Head, the traveller, looking back, has a view of the whole line of coast southward as far as Isle Magee, with its bays and white villages, and tall precipitous cliffs, green, white, and gray. Eyes left, you may look with wonder at the mountains rising above, or presently at the pretty park and grounds of Drumnasole. Here, near the woods of Nappan, which are dressed in ten thousand colors — ash-leaves turned yellow, nut-trees red, birch-leaves brown, lime-leaves speckled over with black spots (marks of a disease which they will never get over) stands a school-house that looks like a French chfiteau, having probably been a villa in former days, and discharges as we pass a cluster of fair-haired children, that begin running madly down the hill, their fair hair streaming behind them. Down the hill goes the car, madly too, and you wonder and bless your stars that the horse does not fall, or crush the children that are running before, or you that are sitting behind. Every now and then, at a trip of the horse, a disguised lady's-maid, with a canary-bird in her lap and a vast anxiety about her best bonnet in the bandbox, begins to scream : at which the car-boy grins, and rattles down the hill only the quicker. The road, which almost always skirts the hill-side, has been torn sheer through the rock here and there : an immense work of levelling, shovelling, picking, blasting, filling, is going on along the whole line. As I was looking up a vast cliff, decorated with patches of green here and there at its summit, and at its base, where the sea had beaten until now, with long, thin, waving grass, that I told a grocer, my neighbor, was like mermaid's hair (though he did not in the least coin- cide in the simile) — as I was looking up the hill, admiring two goats that were browsing on a little patch of green, and two sheep perched yet higher (I had never seen such agility in mut- ton)— as, I say once more, I was looking at these phenomena, I THE IRISH SKETCH HOOK 547 the grocer nudges me and says '* Look on ///is sit/,' — ///a/'.^ Scot- Icmd yon^ If ever this book reaches a second echtion, a son net shall be inserted in this place, describing the author's feel- ings on HIS FIRST VIEW OF ScoTLANT\ Meanwhile, the Scotch mountains remain undisturbed, looking blue and solemn, far away in the placid sea. Rounding Garron Head, we come upon the inlet which is called Red i'ay, the shores and sides of which are of a red clay, that has taken the place of limestone, and towards which, between two noble ranges of mountains, stretches a long green plain, forming, together with the hills that protect it and the sea that washes it, one of the most beautiful landscapes of this most beautiful country. A fair writer, whom the Guide-book quotes, breaks out into strains of admiration in speaking of this district ; calls it *' Switzerland in miniature," celebrates its mountains of Glenariff and Lurgethan, and lauds, in terms of equal admiration, the rivers, waterfalls, and other natural beauties that lie within the glen. The writer's enthusiasm*regarding this tract of country is quite warranted, nor can any praise in admiration of it be too high ; but alas ! in calling a place " Switzerland in miniature," do we describe it .'' In joining together cataracts, valleys, rush- ing streams, and blue mountains, with all the emphasis and picturesqueness of which type is capable, we- cannot get near to a copy of Nature's sublime countenance ; and the writer can't hope to describe such grand sights so as to make them visible to the fireside reader, but can only, to the best of his taste and experience, warn the future traveller where he may look out for objects to admire. I think this sentiment has been repeated a score of times in this journal ; but i# comes upon one at every new display of beauty and magnificence, such as here the Almighty in his bounty has set before us ; and every such scene seems to warn one, that it is not made to talk about too much, but to think of and love, and be grateful for. Rounding this beautiful bay and valley, we passed by some caves that penetrate deep into the red rock, and are inhabited — one by a blacksmith, whose forge was blazing in the dark ; one by cattle ; and one by an old woman that has sold whiskey here for time out of mind. The road then passes under an arch cut in the rock by the same spirited individual who has cleared away many of the difiiculties in the route to Glenarm, and beside a conical hill, where for some time previous have been visible the ruins of the " ancient ould castle " of Red Bay. At a distance, it looks very grand upon its height ; but on com- ^4$ THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. ing close it has dwindled down to a mere wall, and not a high one. Hence quickly we reached Cushendall, where the grocer's family are on the look-out for him . the driver begins to blow his little bugle, and the disguised lady's-maid begins to smooth her bonnet and hair. i At this place a good dinner of fresh whiting, broiled bacon,i and small beer was served up to me for the sum of eightpence,^' while the lady's maid in question took her tea. " This town is^ full of Papists, said her ladyship, with an extremely genteel air; and, either in consequence of this, or because she ate up one of the fish, which she had clearly no right, to, a disagreement! arose between us, and we did not exchange another word forr the rest of the journey. The road led us for fourteen miles by » wild mountains, and across a fine aqueduct to Ballycastle ; butt it was dark as we left Cushendall, and it was difficult to see i more in the gray evening but that the country was savage and 1 lonely, except where the kilns were lighted up here and there ■ in the hills, and a shining river might be seen winding in the dark ravines. Not far from Ballycastle lies a little old ruin,' called the Abbey of Bonamargy : by it the Margy river runs into! the sea, upon which you come suddenly ; and on the shore are! some tall buildings and factories, that looked as well in the moon-J light as if they had not been in ruins : and hence a fine avenu( of limes leads to Ballycastle. They must have been planted at the time recorded in the Guide-book, when a mine was dis- covered near the town, and the works and warehouses on the quay erected. At present, the place has little trade, and half a dozen carts with apples, potatoes, dried fish, and turf, seem to contain the commerce of the market. A picturesque sort (Jf vehicle is said to be going much out of fashion in the country, the solid wheels giving place to those common to the rest of Europe. A fine and edify ing conversation took place between the designer and the owner one of these. " Stand still for a minute, you and the car, and I will give you twopence ! " " What do you want to do with it ? " says the latter. " To draw it ! says he, with a wild look of surprise. " And is \X. you'll draw it ? " "I mean I want to take a picture of it : you know what a picture is ! " '' No, T don't." " Here's one," says I, showing him a book. " Oh, faith, sir," says the carman, drawing back rather alarmed, "I'm no scholar!" And he concluded by saying, " Will you buy the turf, or will you notV^ By which straightforward question he showed himself to be a real practi- cal man of sense ; and, as he got an unsatisfactory reply to THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. r^^ is query, he forthwith gave a lash to his pony and dechned 5 wait a minute longer. As for the twopence, he certainly cepted that handsome sum, and put it into his pocket, but ith an air of extreme wonder at the transaction, and of con- 2mpt for the giver ; which very likely was perfectly justifiable, have seen men despised in genteel companies with not half o good a cause. In respect to the fine arts, I am bound to say that the peo- )le in the South and West showed much more curiosity and nterest with regard to a sketch and its progress than has been ;hown by the badaiids of the North ; the former looking on by lozens and exclaiming, " That's Frank Mahony's house ! "' or Look at Biddy Mullins and the child 1 " or " He's taking off the chimney now ! " as the case may be ; whereas, sketching in the North, I have collected no such spectators, the people not taking the slightest notice of the transaction. The little town of Ballycastle does not contain much to occupy the traveller : behind the church stands a ruined old mansion with round turrets, that must have been a stately tower in former days. The town is more modern, but almost as dismal as the tower. A little street behind it slides off into a potato-field — the peaceful barrier of the place ; and hence I could see the tall rock of Bengore, with the sea beyond it, and a pleasing landscape stretching towards it. Dr. Hamilton's elegant and learned book has an awful pic- ture of yonder head of Bengore ; and hard by it the Guide-book says is a coal-mine, where Mr. Barrow found a globular stone hammer, which, he infers, was used in the coal-mine before weapons of iron were invented. The former writer insinuates that the mine must have been worked more than a thousand years ago, " before the turbulent chaos of events that succeed- ed the eighth century." Shall I go and see a coal-mine that may have been worked a thousand years since .'' Why go see it ? says idleness. To be able to say that I have seen it. Sheridan's advice to his son here came into my mind ;* and I shall reserve a description of the mine, and an antiquarian dis- sertation regarding it, for publication elsewhere. Ballycastle must not be left without recording the fact that one of the snuggest inns in the country is kept by the post- master there ; who has also a stable full of good horses for travellers who take his little inn on the way to the Giant's Causeway. * " I want to go into a coal-mine," says Tom Sheridan, " in order to say I have been there." " Well, then, say so," replied the admirable father. 550 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. The road to the Causeway is bleak, wild, and hilly. The | cabins along the road are scarcely better than those of Kerry, *« the inmates as ragged and more fierce and dark-looking. I J never was so j^estered by juvenile beggars in the dismal village of Ballintoy. A crowd of them rushed after the car, calling for money in a fierce manner, as if it was their right . dogs as fierce as the cliildren came yelling after the vehicle ; and the faces which scowled out of the black cabins were not a whit more good-humored. We passed by one or two more clumps of cabins, with their turf and corn-stacks lying together at the foot of the hills; placed there for the convenience of the children, doubtless, who can thus accompany the car either way, and shriek out their, " Bonny gantleman, gi'e us a ha'p'ny." A couple of churches, one with a pair of its pinnacles blown off, stood in the dismal open country, and a gentleman's house here and there : there were no trees about them, but a brown grass round about — hills rising and falling in front, and the sea beyond. The occasional view of the coast was noble ; wild Bengore towering eastwards as we went along ; Raghery Island before us, in the steep rocks and caves of which Bruce took shelter when driven from yonder Scottish coast, that one sees stretching blue in the north-east. I think this wild gloomy tract through which one passes is a good prelude for what is to be the great sight of the day, and got my mind to a proper state of awe by the time we were near the journey's end. Turning away shorewards by the fine house of Sir Francis Macnaghten, I went towards a lone handsome inn, that stands close to the Causeway. The landlord at Bally- castle had lent me Hamilton's book to read on the road ; but I had not time then to read more than half a dozen pages of it. They described how the author, a clergyman distinguished as a man of science, had been thrust out of a friend's house by the frightened servants one wild night, and butchered by some White- boys who were waiting outside and called for his blood. I had been told at Belfast that there was a corpse in the inn : was it there now ? It had driven off, the car-boy said, " in a handsome hearse and four to Dublin the whole way." It was gone, but I thought the house looked as if the ghost were there. See yonder are the black rocks stretching to Portrush : how leaden and gray the sea looks ! how gray and leaden the sky ! You hear the waters roaring evermore, as they have done since the beginning of the world. The car drives up with a dismal grinding noise of the wheels to the big lone house : there's no smoke in the chimneys ; the doors are locked. Three savage-looking men THE fR/S// SKETCH HOOK. 55^ rush after the car : are they the men who took out Mr. Hamil- ton — took him out and butchered him in the moonUght ? Is everN'body, I wonder, dead in that big house ? Will they let us in before those men are up ? Out comes a pretty smiling girl, with a curtsey, just as the savages are at the car, and you are ushered into a very comfortable room ; and the men turn out to be guides. Well, thank heaven it's no worse ! I had fifteen pounds still left ; and, when desperate, have no doubt should fio-ht like a lion. CHAPTER XXIX. THE giant's causeway COLERAINE PORTRUSH. The traveller no sooner issues from the inn by a back door, which he is informed will lead him straight to the Causeway, than the guides pounces upon him, with a dozen rough boat- men who are likewise lying in wait ; and a crew of shrill beggar- boys with boxes of spars, ready to tear him and each other to pieces seemingly, yell and bawl incessantly round him. " I'm the guide Miss Henry recommends," shouts one. " I'm Mr.. Macdonald's guide," pushes in another. " This way," roars a third, and drags his prey down a precipice ; the rest of them clambering and quarrelling after. I had no friends : I was perfectly helpless. I wanted to walk down to the shore by myself, but they would not let me, and I had nothing for it but to yield myself into the hands of the guide who had seized me, who hurried me down the steep to a little wild bay, flanked on each side by rugged cliffs and rocks, against which the waters came tumbling, frothing, and roaring furiously. Upon some of these black rocks two or three boats were lying : four men seized a boat, pushed it shouting into the water, and ravished me into it. We had slid between two rocks, where the channel came gurgling in : we were up one swelling wave that came in a huge advancing body ten feet above us, and were plunging madly down another, (the descent causes a sensation in the lower regions of the stomach which it is not at all necessary here to describe,) before I had leisure to ask myself why the deuce I was in that boat, with four rowers hurrooing and bounding madly from one huge liquid mountain to another— 552 THE IRISH SK^ TCH B O OK. four rowers whom I was bound to pay. I say, the query came quahnishly across me why the devil I was there, and why not walking calmly on the shore. The guide began pouring his professional jargon into my ears. " Every one of them bays," says he, "has a name (take my place, and the spray won't come over you) ; that is Port Noffer, and the next Port na Gauge ; them rocks is the Stookawns (for every rock has its name as well as every bay) ; and yonder — give way, my boys, — hurray, we're over it now : has it wet you much, sir ? — that's the little cave : it goes five hundred feet under ground, and the boats goes into it easy of a calm day." " Is it a fine day or a rough one now ? " said I ; the internal disturbance going on with more severity than even " It's betwixt and between ; or, I may say, neither one nor the other. Sit up, sir. Look at the entrance of the cave. Don't be afraid, sir : never has an accident happened in any one of these boats, and the most delicate ladies has rode in them on rougher days than this. Now, boys, pull to the big cave. That, sir, is six hundred and sixty yards in length, though some says it goes for miles inland, where the people sleeping in their houses hear the waters roaring under them." The water was tossing and tumbling into the mouth of the little cave. I looked, — for the guide would not let me alone till I did, — and saw what might be expected : a black hole of some forty feet high, into which it was no more possible to see than into a mill-stone. " For heaven's sake, sir," says I, " if you've no particular wish to see the mouth of the big cave, put about and let us see the Causeway and get ashore." This was done, the guide meanwhile telling some story of a ship of the Spanish Armada having fired her guns at two peaks of rock, then visible, which the crew mistook for chimney-pots — what benighted fools these Spanish Armadilloes must have been : it is easier to see a rock than a chimney-pot ; it is easy to know that chimney-pots do not grow on rocks. — " But where, if you please, is the Causeway ? " " That's the Causeway before you," says the guide. " Which ? " " That pier which you see jutting out into the bay, right a-head." " Mon Dieu ! and have I travelled a hundred and fifty miles to see ihafi " I declare upon my conscience, the barge moored at Hunger- food market is a more majestic object, and seems to occupy as THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 553 mucn space. As for telling a man that the Causeway is merely a part of the sight ; that he is there for the purpose of examin- ing the surrounding scenery ; that If he looks to the westward he will see Portrush and Donegal Head before him ; that the cliffs immediately in his front are green in some places, black in others, interpersed with blotches of brown and streaks of verdure ; — what is all this to a lonely individual lying sick in a boat, between two immense waves that only give him moment- ary glimpses of the land in question, to show that it is fright- ■* fully near, and yet you are an hour from it ? They won't let you go away — that cursed guide will tell out his stock of legends and stories. The boatmen insist upon your looking at boxes of " specimens," which you must buy of them ; they laugh as you grow paler and paler ; they offer you more and more •' specimens ; " even the dirty lad who pulls number three, and is not allowed by his comrades to speak, puts in his oar, and hands you over a piece of Irish diamond (it looks like half- sucked alicompayne), and scorns you. " Hurray, lads, now for it, give way ! " how the oars do hurtle in the rowlocks, as the boat goes up an aqueous mountain, and then down into one of those cursed maritime valleys where there is no rest as on shore ! At last, after they had pulled me enough about, and sold me all the boxes of specimens, 1 was permitted to land at the spot whence we set out, and whence, though we had been row- ing for an hour, we had never been above five hundred yards distant. Let all Cockneys take warning from this ; let the solitary one caught issuing from the back door of the hotel, shout at once to the boatmen to be gone — that he will have none of them. Let him, at any rate, go first down to the water to de- termine whether it be smooth enough to allow him to take any decent pleasure by riding on its surface. For after all, it must be remembered that it is pleasure we come for — that we are not obliged \o take those boats. — Well, well ! I paid ten shillings for mine, and ten minutes before would cheerfully have paid five pounds to be allowed to quit it : it was no hard bargain after all. As for the boxes of spar and specimens, I at once, being on terra firma, broke my promise, and said I would see them all first. It is wrong to swear, I know ; but some- times it relieves one so much ! • The first acton shore was to make a sacrifice to Sanctissima Tellus ; offering up to her a neat and becoming Taglioni coat, bought for a guinea in Covent Garden only three months back. I sprawled on my back on the smoothest of rocks that is, and 524 '^^^ IRISH SKE TCH B O OR. tore the elbows to pieces '• the guide picked me up ; the boatmen did not stir, for they had had their will of me ; the guide alone picked me up; I say, and bade me follow him. We went across a boggy ground in one of the little bays, round which rise the green walls of the cliff, termi- nated on either side by a black crag, and the line of the shore washed by the poluphloisboiotic, nay, the poluphloisboiotat- otic sea. Two beggars stepped over the bog after us howl- ing for money, and each holding up a cursed box of specimens. No oaths, threats, entreaties, would drive these vermin away ; for some time the whole scene had been spoilt by the incessant and abominable jargon of them, the boatmen, and the guides. [ was obliged to give them mone}^ to be left in quiet, and if, as no doubt will be the case, the Giant's Causeway shall be a still greater resort of travellers than ever, the country must put policemen on the rocks to keep the beggars away, or fling them in the v/ater when they appear. And now, by force of money, having got rid c. the sea and land beggars, you are at liberty to examine at your leisure the wonders of the place. There is not the least need for a guide to attend the stranger, unless the latter have a mind to listen to a parcel of legends, which may be well from the mouth of a wild simple peasant who believes in his tales, but are odious from a dullard who narrates them at the rate of sixpence a lie. Fee him and the other beggars, and at last you are left tranquil to look at the strange scene with your own eyes, and enjoy your own thoughts at leisure. That is, if the thoughts awakened by such a scene may be called enjoymenf ; but for me, I confess, they are too near akin to fear to be pleasant ; and I don't know that I would de- sire to change that sensation of awe and terror which the hour's walk occasioned, for a greater familiarity with this wild, sad, lonely jDlace. The solitude is awful. I can't understand how those chattering guides dare to lift up their voices here, and cry for money. It looks like the beginning of the world, somehow : the sea looks older than in other places, the hills and rocks strange, and formed differently from other rocks and hills — as those vast dubious monsters were formed who possessed the earth before man. The hill-tops are shattered mto a thousand crag- ged fantastical shapes ; the water comes swelling into scores of little strange^ creeks, or goes off with a leap, roaring into those mysterious caves yonder, which penetrate who knows how far into our common world ? The savage rock-sides are painted THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 555 )f a hundred colors. Does the sun ever shine here ? When he world was moulded and fashioned out of formless chaos, his must have been the bit over — a remnant of chaos ! Think Df that ! — it is a tailor's simile. Well, I am a Cockney : I wish [ were in Pall Mall ! Yonder is a kelp-burner : a lurid smoke :rom his burning kelp rises up to the leaden sky, and he looks as naked and fierce as Cain. Bubbling up out of the rocks at the very brim of the sea rises a little crystal spring : how comes it there ? and there is an old gray hag beside, who has been there for hundreds and hundreds of years, and there sits and sells whiskey at the extremity of creation ! How do you dare to sell whiskey there, old woman t Did you serve old Saturn with a glass when he lay along the Causeway here ? In reply, she s^ays, she has no change for a shilling : she never has ; but her whiskey is good. This is not a description of the Giant's Causeway (as some clever critic will remark), but of a Londoner there, who is by no means so interesting an object as the natural curiosity in question. That single hint is sufficient ; I have not a word more to say. "If," says he, "you cannot describe the scene lying before us — if you cannot state from your personal obser- vation that the number of basaltic pillars composing the Cause- way has been computed at about forty thousand, .which vary in diameter, their surface presenting the appearance of a tesse- lated pavement of polygonal stones — that each pillar is formed of several distinct joints, the convex end of the one being ac- curately fitted in the concave of the next, and the length of the joints varying from five feet to four inches — that although the pillars are polygonal, there is but one of three sides in the whole forty thousand (think of that !), but three of nine sides, and that it may be safely computed that ninety-nine out of one hundred pillars have either five, six, or seven sides ; — if you cannot state something useful, you had much better, sir, retire and get your dinner." Never was summons more gladly obeyed. The dinner must be ready by this time ; so, remain you, and look on at the awful scene, and copy it down in words if you can. If at the end of the trial you are dissatisfied with your skill as a painter, and find that the biggest of your words cannot render the hues and vastness of that tremendous swelling sea — of those lean soli- tary crags standing rigid along the shore, where they have been watching the ocean ever since if was made — of those gray towers of Dunluce standing upon a leaden rock, and looking as if some old, old princess, of old, old fairy times, were dragon- c 5 6 "^HE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. guarded within — of yon flat stretches of sand where the Scotd and Irish mermaids hold conference — come away too, anif" prate no more about the scene ! There is that in nature, deal'f Jenkins, which passes even our powers. We can feel the beaut |[ of a magnificent landscape, perhaps : but we can describe a lef '" of mutton and turnips better. Come, then, this scene is for oui betters to depict. If Mr. Tennyson were to come hither for r month, and brood over the place, he might in some of thosi' lofty heroic lines which the author of the " Morte d' Arthur- knows how to pile up, convey to the reader a sense of thi gigantic desolate scene. What! you, too, are a poet? Weill then, Jenkins, stay ! but believe me, you had best take mvi advice, and come off. The worthy landlady made her appearance with the politese of bows and an apology, — for what does the reader think a lad}I should apologize in the most lonely rude spot in the world i* — because a plain servant-woman was about to bring in th(i dinner, the waiter being absent on leave at Coleraine ! C( heaven and earth ! where will the genteel end ? I replies philosophically that I did not care twopence for the plainness or beauty of the waiter, but that it was the dinner I looked top the frying whereof made a great noise in the huge lonely house ; and it must be said, that though the lady was plain, the repast? was exceedingly good. " I have expended my little all," says'! the landlady, stepping in with a speech after dinner, " in thet building of this establishment ; and though to a man its profits; may appear small, to such a being as I am it will bring, I trust,! a sufficient return :" and on my asking her why she took thee place, she replied that she had always, from her earliest youth,) a fancy to dwell in that spot, and had accordingly realized hen wish by building this hotel — this mausoleum. In spite of the( bright fire, and the good dinner, and the good wine, it was^ impossible to feel comfortable in the place; and when the can wheels were heard, I jumped up with joy to take my departure^ and forget the awful lonely shore, and that wild, dismal, genteel ' inn. A ride over a wide gusty country, in a gray, misty, half- moonlight, the loss of a wheel at Bushmills, and the escapei from a tumble, were the delightful varieties after the late awful 1 occurrences. " Such a being " as I am, would die of loneliness - in that hotel ; and so let all brother Cockneys be ?varned. Some time before we ' came to it, we saw the long line of I mist that lay above the Bann, and coming through a dirty, suburb of low cottages, passed down a broad street with gas \ THE IRISH SICETCH BOOR. SS7 d lamps in it (thank heaven, there are people once more 1), nd. at length drove up in state, across a gas-pipe, in a market- lace, before an hotel in the town of Coleraine, famous for nen and for Beautiful Kitty, who must be old and ugly now, or it's a good five-and-thirty years since she broke her pitcher, ccording to Mr. Moore's account of her. The scene as we ntered the Diamond was rather a lively one — a score of little f.talls were brilliant with lights ; the people were thronging in he place making their Saturday bargains; the town clock pegan to toll nine ; and hark ! faithful to a minute, the horn )f the Derry mail was heard tootooing, and four commercial gentlemen, with Scotch accents, rushed into the hotel at the jame time with myself. Among the beauties of Coleraii:!e may ^e mentioned the price pf beef, which a gentleman told me may be had for fourpence a pound ; and I saw him purciiase an excellent codfish for a shil- ling. I am bound, too, to state for the benefit of aspiring Radi- cals, what two Conservative citizens of the place stated to me, viz. ; — that though there were two Conservative candidates then canvassing the town, on account of a vacancy in the repre- sentation, the voters were so truly liberal that they would elect any person of any other political creed, who would simply bring money enough to purchase their votes. There are 220 voters, it appears ; of whom it is not, however, necessary to " argue " with more than fift}^, who alone are open to conviction , but as parties are pretty equally balanced, the votes of the quin- quagint, of course, carry an immense weight with them. Well, this is all discussed calmly standing on an inn-steps, with a jolly landlord and a professional man of the town to give the information. So, heaven bless us, the ways of London are beginning to be known even here. Gentility has already taken up her seat in the Giant's Causeway, where she apologizes for the plainness of her look : and, lo ! here is bribery, as bold as in the most civilized places — hundreds and hundreds of miles away from St. Stephen's and Pall Mall. I wonder, in that litde island of Raghery, so wild and lonely, whether civilization is beginning to dawn upon them ? — whether they bribe j^nd are genteel ? But for the rough sea of yesterday, I think I would have fled thither to make the trial. ^ The town of Coleraine, with a number of cabin suburbs belonging to it, lies picturesquely grouped on the Bann river : and the whole of the little city was echoing with psalms as I walked through it on the Sunday morning. The piety of the people seems remarkable ; some of the inns even will not 558 THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. receive travellers on Sunday ; and this is written in an hotel, of which every room is provided with a Testament, containing an injunction on the part of the landlord to consider this world itself as only a passing abode. Is it well that Boniface should furnish his guest with Bibles as well as bills, and some- times shut his door on a traveller, who has no other choice but to read it on a Sunday ? I heard of a gentleman arriving from shipboard at Kilrush on a Sunday, when the pious hotel- keeper refused him admittance ; and some more tales, which to go into would require the introduction of private names and circumstances, but would tend to show that the Protestant of the North is as much priest-ridden as the Catholic of the South : — priest and old woman-ridden, for there are certain expounders of doctrine in our church, who are not, I believe, to be found in the church of Rome ; and woe betide the stranger who comes to settle in these parts, if his " serious- ness " be not satisfactory to the heads (with false fronts to most of them, of the congregations. Look at that little snug harbor of Portrush ! a hideous new castle standing on a rock protects it on one side, a snug row of gentlemen's cottages curves round the shore facing northward, a bath-house, an hotel, more smart houses, face the beach west- ward, defended by another mound of rocks. In the centre of the little town stands a new-built church ; and the whole place has an air of comfort and neatness which is seldom seen in Ireland. One would fancy that all the tenants of these pretty snug habitations, sheltered in this nook far away from the world, have nothing to do but to be happy, and spend their little comfortable means in snug hospitalities among one another, and kind little charities among the poor. What does a man in active life ask for more than to retire to such a competence, to such a snug nook of the world ; and there repose with a stock of healthy children round the fireside, a friend within call, and the means of decent hospitality wherewith to treat him ? Let any one meditating this pleasant sort of retreat, and charmed with the look of this or that place as peculiarly suited to his purpose, take a special care to understand his neighbor- hood first, before he commit himself, by lease-signing or house- buying. It IS not sufficient that you should be honest, kind- hearted, hospitable, of good family — what are your opinions upon religious subjects ? Are they such as agree with the notions of old Lady This, or Mrs. That, who are the patronesses of the village ? If not, woe betide you ! you will be shunned by the rest of the society, thwarted in your attempts to do good, THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 559 whispered against over evangelical bohea and serious muffins. Lady This will inform every new arrival that you are a repro- bate, and lost, and Mrs. That will consign you and your daugh- ters, and your wife (a worthy woman, but alas ! united to that sad worldly man !) to damnation. The clergyman who partakes of the muffins and bohea before mentioned, will very possibly preach sermons against you from the jDulpit : this was not done at Portstewart to my knowledge, but I have had the pleasure of sitting under a minister in Ireland who insulted the very patron who gave him his living, discoursing upon the sinfulness of partridge-shooting, and threatening hell-fire as the last "' meet" for fox-hunters ; until the squire, one of the best and most charitable resident landlords in Ireland, was absolutely driven out of the church where his fathers had worshipped for hun- dreds of years, by the insults of this howling evangelical in- quisitor. So much as this I did not hear at Portstewart ; but I was told that at yonder neat-looking bath-house a dyiiig wo7?iaii was denied a bath on a Sunday. By a clause of the lease by I which the bath-owner rents his establishment, he is forbidden 1 to give baths to any one on the Sunday. The landlord of the inn, forsooth, shuts his gates on the same day, and his con- science on week days will not allow him to supply his guests with whiskey or ardent spirits. I was told by my friend, that because he refused to subscribe for some fancy charity, he ^ received a letter to state that " he spent more in one dinner than in charity in the course of the year." My worthy friend did not care to contradict the statement, as why should a man deign to meddle with such a lie ? But think how all the fishes, and all the pieces of meat, and all the people who went in and out of his snug cottage by the sea-side must have been watched by the serious round about! The, sea is not more constant roaring there, than scandal is whispering. How happy I felt, while hearing these histories (demure heads in crimped caps peeping over the blinds at us- as we walked on the beach), to think I am a Cockney, and don't know the name of the man who lives next door to me ! I have heard various stories, of course from persons of various ways of thinking, charging their opponents with hypoc- risy, and proving the charge by statements clearly showing that the priests, the preachers, or the professing religionists in question, belied their professions woefully by their practice. But in matters of religion, hypocrisy is so awful a charge to make against a man, that I think it is almost unfair to mention 560 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. even the cases in which it is proven, and which, — as, pray Goii they are but exceptional, — a person should be very careful cl[ mentioning, lest they be considered to apply generally. Tartu^ has been always a disgusting play to me to see, in spite of it'"' sense and its wit : and so, instead of printing, here or else:" where, a few stories of the Tartuffe kind which I have hearn'' in Ireland, the best way will be to try and forget them It r, an awful thing to say of any man walking under God's sun b the side of us, " You are a hypocrite, lying as you use th Most Sacred Name, knowing that 3'ou lie while you use it. Let it be the privilege of any sect that is so minded, to imagin that there is perdition in store for all the rest of God's cren tures who do not think v/ith them : but the easy countercharg of hypocrisy, which the world has been in the habit of makin; in its turn, is surely just as fatal and bigoted an accusation a any that the sects make against the world. What has this disquisition to do apropos of a walk on tnr- beach at Portstewart ? Why, it may be made here as well an in other parts of Ireland, or elsewhere as well, jDcrhaps, as here It is the most priest-ridden of countries ; Catholic clergymei lord it over their ragged flocks, as Protestant preachers, lay and clerical, over their more genteel co-religionists. Bound tc' inculcate peace and good-will, their whole life is one of enmitj and distrust. Walking away from the iittle bay and the disquisition whiclj has somehow been raging there, we went across some wilcf dreary highlands to the neighboring little town of Portrush' where is a neat town and houses, and a harbor, and a new: church too, so like the last-named place that I thought for r moment we had only made a round, and were back again ati' Portstewart. Some gentlemen of the place, and my guide, whc^ had a neighborly liking for it, showed me the new church, anr seemed to be well pleased with the edifice ; which is, indeed, a neat and convenient one, of a rather irregular Gothic. The best thing about the church, I think, was the history of it. The old church had lain some miles off, in the most inconvenient part of the parish, whereupon the clergyman and some of the gentry had raised a subscription in order to build the present church. The expenses had exceeded the estimates, or the subscriptions had fallen short of the sums necessary ; and the church, in consequence, was opened with a debt on it, whiclif the rector and two more of the gentry had taken on theii shoulders. The living is a small one, the other two gentlemei going bail for the edifice not so rich as to think light of th THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. S6' rment of a couple of hundred pounds beyond their previous )scriptions — the lists are therefore still open ; and the rgyman expressed himself perfectly satisfied either that he uld be reimbursed one day or other, or that he would be e to make out the payment of the money for which he od engaged. Most of the Roman Catholic churches that lave seen through the country have been built in this way, — un when money enough was levied for constructing the nidation, elevated by degrees as fresh subscriptions came in, d finished — by the way, I don't think I have seen one fin- ed ; but there is something noble in the spirit (however cer- n economists may cavil at it) that leads people to commence se jdIous undertakings with the firm trust that " Heaven will ovide." Eastward from Portrush, we came upon a beautiful level nd which leads to the White Rocks, a famous place of resort r the frequenters of the neighboring watering-places. Here e caves, and for a considerable distance a view of the wild ^d gloomy Antrim coast as far as Bengore. Midway, jutting to the sea (and I was glad it was so far off), was the Cause- ay ; and nearer, the gray towers of Dunluce. Looking north, were the blue Scotch hills and the neigh- Dring Raghery Island. Nearer Portrush there were two )cky islands, called the Skerries, of which a sportsman of our arty vaunted the capabilities, regretting that my stay was not r, so that I might land and shoot a few ducks there. his unlucky lateness of the season struck me also as a most 'flicting circumstance. He said also that fish were caught off le island — not fish good to eat, but very strong at pulling, ager of biting, and affording a great deal of sport. And so e turned our backs once more upon the Giant's Causeway, nd the grim coast on which it lies ; and as my taste in life iads me to prefer looking at the smiling fresh face of a young heerful beauty, rather than at the fierce countenance and high matures of a dishevelled Meg Merrilies, I must say again that \ was glad to turn my back on this severe part of the Antrim oast, and my steps towards Derry. 36 562 THE IRISrl SKETCH BOOlC I CHAPTER XXX. PEG OF LIMAVADDY. Between Coleraine and Derry there is a daily car (besides one or two occasional queer-looking coaches), and I had this vehicle, with an intelligent driver, and a horse with a hideous raw on his shoulder, entirely to myself for the iive-and-twenty miles of our journey. The cabins of Coleraine are not parted with in a hurry, and we crossed the bridge, and went up and down the hills of one of the suburban streets, the Bann flow- ing picturesquely to our left ; a large Catholic chapel, the be- fore-mentioned cabins, and farther on, some neat-looking houses and plantations, to our right. Then we began ascending wide lonely hills, pools of bog shining here and there amongst them, with birds, both black and white, both geese and crows, on the hunt. Some of the stubble was already ploughed up, but by the side of most cottages you saw a black potato-field that it was time to dig now, for the weather was changing and the winds beginning to roar. Woods, whenever we passed them, were flinging round eddies of mustard-colored leaves ; the white trunks of lime and ash trees beginning to look very bare. Then we stopped to give the raw-backed horse w^ater ; then we trotted down a hill with a noble bleak prospect of Lou*^ Foyle and the surrounding mountains before us, until we reached the town of Newtown Limavaddy, where the raw-backed horse was exchanged for another not much more agreeable in his appearance, though, like his comrade, not slow on the road. Newtown Limavaddy is the third town in the county of Lon- donderry. It comprises three well-built streets, the others are inferior; it is, however, respectably inhabited : all this may be true, as the well-informed Guide-book avers, but I am bound to say that I was thinking of something else as we drove through the town, having fallen eternally in love during the ten minutes of our stay. Yes, Peggy of Limavaddy, if Barrow and Inglis have gone to Connemara to fall in love with the Misses Flynn, let us be allowed to come to Ulster and offer a tribute of praise at your feet — at your stockingless feet, O Margaret ! Do you remem- ber the October day ('twas the first day of the hard weather), THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 563 when the way-worn traveller entered your inn ? But the cir- cumstances of this passion had better be chronicled in death' less verse. PEG OF LIMAVADDY. Riding from Coleraine (Famed for lovely Kitty), Came a Cockney bound Unto Derry city ; Weary was his soul, Shivering and sad he Bumped along the road Leads to Limavaddy. Mountains sketch'd around, Gloomy was their tinting, And the horse's hoofs Made a dismal dinting ; Wind upon the heath Howling was and piping, On the heath and bog, Black with many a snipe in ; Mid the bogs of black. Silver pools were flashing. Crows upon their sides Picking were and splashing. Cockney on the car Closer folds his plaidy, Grumbling at the road Leads to Limavaddy. Through the crashing woods Autumn brawl'd and bluster'd Tossing round about Leaves the hue of mustard ; Yonder lay Lough Foy^e. Which a storm was whipping, Covering with mist Lake, and shores, and shipping Up and down the hill (Nothing could be bolder), Horse went with a raw, Bleeding on his shoulder. " Where are horses changed ? " Said I to the laddy Driving on the box : " Sir, at Limavaddy." Limavaddy inn's But a humble baithouse, Where you may procure Whiskey and potatoes ; Landlord at the door Gives a smiling welcome To the shivering wights Who to his liotei come. Landlady within Sits and knits a stocking, With a wary foot Baby's cradle rocking. To the chimney nook. Having found admittance, Tliere I watch a pup Playing with two kittens ; (Playing round the fire, Whicli of blazing turf is, Roaring to the pot Which bubbles with the murphies ;) And the cradled babe Fond the mother nursed it ! Singing it a song As she twists the worsted! Up and down the stair Two more young ones patter (Twins were never seen Dirtier nor fatter) ; Both have mottled legs, Both have snubby noses, Both have — Here the Host Kindly interposes : " Sure you must be froze With the sleet and hail, sir, So will you have some punch. Or will you have some ale, sir?" Presently a maid Enters with the liquor, (Half a pint of ale Frothing in a beaker). . Gods! f didn't know What my beating heart meant, Hebe's self I thought Enter' d the apartment. As she came she smiled. And the smile bewitching, On my word and honor, Lighted all the kitchen ! With a curtsey neat Greeting the new comer, Lovely, smiling Peg Offers me the rummer ; But my trembling hand Up the beaker tilted, And the glass of ale Every drop I spilt it : Spilt it'every drop (Dames, who read my volumes* Pardon such a word,) On my whatd'ycall'ems ! Witnessing the sight Of that dire disaster, Out began to laugh Missis, maid, and master; Such a merry f'eal, 'Specially INIiss Peg's was. 5^4 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. (As the glass of ale Trickling down my legs was), That tlie joyful sound Of that ringing laughter Echoed in my ears Many a long day after Such a silver peal ! In the meadows listening, You who've heard the bells Ringing to a christening ; You who ever heard Caradori pretty, Smiling like an angel Singing " Giovinetti," Fancy Peggy's laugh, Sweet, and clear and cheerful, At my pantaloons With half a pint of beer full 1 When the laugh was done, Peg, the pretty hussy, Moved about the room Wonderfully busy ; Now she looks to see If the kettle keep hot, Now she rubs the spoons. Now she cleans the teapot ; Now she sets the cups Trimly and secure Now she scours a pot And so it was I drew ha. Thus it was I drew her Scouring of a kettle.* (Faith ! her blushing cheek* Redden'd on the metal !) Ah! but 'tis in vain That I try to sketch it ; The pot perhaps is like. But Peggy's face is wretched. No : the best of lead, And of Indian-rubber, Never could depict That sweet kettle-scrubber! See her as she moves 1 Scarce the ground she touches, Airy as a fay, Graceful as a duchess ; Bare her rounded arm. Bare her little leg is, Vestris never show'd Ankles like to Peggy's ; Braided is her hair. Soft her look and modest, Slim her little waist Comfortably bodiced. This I do declare, Happy is the laddy Who the heart can share Of Peg of Limavaddy ; Married if she were, Blest would be the daddy Of the children fair Of Peg of Limavaddy ; Beauty is not rare In the land of Paddy, Fair beyond compare Is Peg of Limavaddy. Citizen or squire, Tory, Whig, or Radi- cal would all desire Peg of Limavaddy. Had I Homer's fire. Or that of Sergeant Taddy, Meetly I'd admire Peg of Limavaddy. And till I expire, Or till I grow mad, I Will sing unto my lyre Peg of Limavaddy l CHAPTER XXXI. TEMPLEMOYLE DERRY 1:*"kOm Newtown Limavaddy to Derry the traveller has many wild and noble prospects of Lough Foyle and the plains and mountains round it, and of scenes which may possibly in this * The late Mr. Pope represents Camilla as *' scouring the plam,'' an absurd and useless task. Peggy's occupation with the kettle is much more simple and noble. The second line of this verse (whereof the author scorns to deny an obligation) is from the celebrated " Frithiof " of Esaias Tigner. A maiden is serving warriors to drink, and is standing by a shield — " Und die Runde des Schildes ward wie das Magdelein roth, is the best thing in both po^ms. -periiaps the abova THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 565 country be still more agreeable to him — of smiling cultivation, and comfortable well-built villages, such as are only too rare in Ireland. Of a great part of this district the London Compa- nies are landlords — the best of landlords, too, according to the report I could gather ; and their good stewardship shows itself especially in the neat villages of Muff and Ballikelly, through both of which I passed. In Ballikelly, besides numerous sim- ple, stout, brick-built dwellings for the peasantry, with their shining windows and trim garden-plots, is a Presbyterian meet- ing-house, so well-built, substantial, and handsome, so different from the lean, pretentious, sham-Gothic ecclesiastical edifices which have been erected of late years in Ireland, that it can't fail to strike the tourist who has made architecture his study or his pleasure. The gentlemen's seats in the district are numer- ous and handsome ; and the whole movement along the road betokened cheerfulness and prosperous activity. As the carman had no other passengers but myself, he made no objection to carry me a couple of miles out of his way, through the village of Muff, belonging to the Grocers of Lon- don (and so' handsomely and comfortably built by them as to cause all Cockneys to exclaim, " Well done our side ! ") and thence to a very interesting institution, which was established some fifteen years since in the neighborhood — the Agricultural Seminary of Templemoyle. It lies on a hill in a pretty wooded country, and is most Cdriously secluded from the world by the tortuousness of the road which approaches it. Of course it is not my business to report upon the agricul- tural system practised there, or to discourse on the state of the land or the crops ; the best testimony on this subject is the fact, that the Institution hired, at a small rental, a tract of land, which was reclaimed and farmed, and that of this farm the landlord has now taken possession, leaving the young farmers to labor on a new tract of land, for which they pay five times as much rent as for their former holding. But though a person versed in agriculture could give a far more satisfactory account of the place than one to whom such pursuits are quite unfa- miliar, there is a great deal about the establishment which any citizen can remark on ; and he must be a very difficult Cockney indeed who won't be pleased here. After winding in and out, and up and down, and round about the eminence on which the house stands, we at last found an entrance to it, by a court-yard, neat, well-built, and spacious, where are the stables and numerous offices of the farm. The scholars were at dinner off a comfortable meal of 2 6 6 THE IRISH SKE TCH B O OK. boiled beef, potatoes, and cabbages, when I arrived ; a master was reading a book of history to them ; and silence, it appears, is preserved during the dinner. Seventy scholars were here assembled, some young, and some expanded into six feet and whiskers — all, however, are made to maintain exactly the same discipline, whether whiskered or not. The '.'head farmer" of the school, Mr. Campbell, a very in- telligent Scotch gentleman, was good enough to conduct me over the place and the farm, and to give a history of the estab- lishment and the course pursued there. The Seminary was founded in 1827, by the North-west of Ireland Society, by members of which and others about three thousand pounds were subscribed, and the buildings of the school erected. These are spacious, simple, and comfortable ; there is a good stone house, with airy dormitories, school-rooms, &c., and large and convenient offices. The establishment had, at first, some difficulties to contend with, and for some time did not number more than thirty pupils. At present, there are seventy schol- ars, paying ten pounds a year, with which sum, and the labor of the pupils on the farm, and the produce of it, the school is entirely supported. The reader will, perhaps, like to see an extract from the Report of the school, which contains more details regarding it. "TEMPLEMOYLE WORK AND SCHOOL TABLE. " Froin 2oih March to iid September. " Boys divided into two classes, A and B. Hours. At work. At School. 1%. All rise. 6—8 A B 8 — 9 Breakfast. I — 2 Dinner and recreation. 2—6 6 — 7 Recreation. 7—9 Prepare lessons for next day. To bed. 9- " On Tuesday B commences work in the morning and A at school, and so on alternate '• Each class is again subdivided into three divisions, over each of which is placed a monitor, selected from the steadiest and best-informed boys ; he receives the Head Far- mer's directions as to the work to be done, and superintends his party while performing it. " In winter the time of labor is shortened according to the length of the day, and the hours at school increased. " In wet days, when the boys cannot work out, all are required to attend school. "Dietary. ' Breakfast.— YA'i\t\\ ounces of oatmeal made in stirabout, one pint of sweet milk. _ " Z>m;?(?r.— Sunday— Three nuarters of a pound of beef stewed with pepper and onions, pr one half-pound of corned beef With cabbage, and three and a half pounds of potatoes. THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 567 ** Monday— One half-pound of pickled beef, three and a half jiounds ol potatoes, one pint of buttermilk. " Tuesday— Broth made of one half-pound of beef, with leeks, cabbage, and parsley, and three and a half pounds of potatoes- " Wednesday— Two ounces of butter, eight ounces of oafmeal made into bread, three and a half pounds of potatoes, and one pint of sweet milk. ^ " Thursday— Half a pound of pickled pork, with cabbage or turnips, and three and a half pounds of potatoes. . " Friday— Two ounces of butter, eight ounces wheat meal made into bread, one pnit of sweet milk or fresh buttermilk, three and a half pounds cf potatoes. " Saturday— Two ounces of butter, onC pound of potatoes mashed, eight ounces of wheat meal made into bread, two and a half pounds of potatoes, one pint of buttermilk. " Supper-— l-a. summer, flummery made of one pound of oatmeal seeds, and one pint of sweet milk. In winter, three and a half pounds cf potatoes, and one pint of buttermilk or sweet milk. ' " Rules for the Templemoyle School. " I. The pupils are required to say their prayers in the morning, before leaving the dor- mitory, and at night, before retiring to rest, each separately, and after the manner to which he has been habituated. *'2. The pupils are requested to wash their hands and faces before the commencement of business in the morning, on returning from agricultural labor, and after dinner. "3. The pupils are required to pay the strictest attention to their instructors, both during the hours of agricultural and literary occupation. " 4. Strife, disobedience, inattention, or any description of riotous or disorderly conduct, is punishable by extra labor or confinement, as directed by the Committee, according to cir- cumstances. " 5. Diligent and respectable behavior, continued for a considerable time, will be re- warded by occasional permission for the pupil so distinguished to visit his home. "6. No pupil, on obtaining leave of absence, shall presume to continue it for a longer period than that prescribed to him on leaving the Seminary. " 7. During their rural labor, the pupils are to consider themselves amenable to the authority of their Agricultural Instructor alone, and during their attendance in the school- room, to that of their Literary Instructor alone. " 8. Non-attendance during any part of the time allotted either for literary or agricultural employment, will be punished as a serious of?ence. "q. During the hours of recreation the pupils are to be under the superintendence of their Instructors, and not suffered to pass beyond the limits of the farm, except under their guidance, or with a written permission from one of them.. " 10. The pupils are required to make up their beds, and keep those clothes not in imme- diate use neatly folded up in their trunks, and to be particular in never suffering any gar- ment, book, implement, or other article belonging to or used by them, to lie about in a slovenly or disorderly manner. "11. Respect to superiors, and gentleness of demeanor, both among the pupils them- selves and towards the servants and laborers of the establishment, are particularly insisted upon, and will be considered a prominent ground of approbation and reward. " 12. On Sundays the pupib are required to attend their respective places of worship, accompanied by their Instructors or Monitors ; and it is earnestly recommended to them to employ a part of the remainder of the day in sincerely reading the Word of God, and in such other devotional exercises as their respective ministers may point out." At certain periods of the year, when all hands are required, such as harvest, &c., the literary labors of the scholars are Stopped, and they are all in the field. On the present occasion we followed them into a potato-field, where an ariny of them were employed digging out the potatoes ; while another regi- ment were trenching in elsewhere for the winter : the boys were leading the carts to and fro. . To reach the potatoes we had to pass a field, part of which was newly ploughed : the ploughing was the work of the boys, too ; one of them being left with an experienced ploughman for a fortnight at a time, in which space the lad can acquire some practice in the art. S6S THE IRISH SHE TCH BOOK. Amongst the potatoes and the boys diggmg them, I observed a number of girls, taking them up as dug and removing the soil from the roots. Such a society for seventy young men would, i^ any other country in the world, be not a little dan gerous ; but Mr. Campbell said that no instance of harm ha( ever occurred in consequence, and I believe his statement ma; be fully relied on : the whole country bears testimony to thi i noble purity of morals. Is there any other in Europe which ii this point can compare with it ? In winter the farm works do not occupy the pupils so mucF and they give more time to their literary studies. They ge a good English education 3 they are grounded in arithmetii and mathematics ; and I saw a good map of an adjacent farnn made from actual survey by one of the pupils. Some of then are good draughtsmen likewise, but of their performances could see no specimen, the artists being abroad, occupied wisely; in digging the potatoes. And here apropos, not of the school but of potatoes, let m^. tell a potato story, which is, I think, to the purpose, whereve ! it is told. In the county of Mayo a gentleman by the nami of Crofton is a landed proprietor, in whose neigliborhoo( < great distress prevailed among the peasantry during the sprini and summer, when the potatoes of the last year were consumed : and before those of the present season were up. Mr. Crofton i by liberal donations on his own part, and by a sub'scriptioi which was set on foot among his friends in England as well all in Ireland, was enabled to collect a sum of money sufficient t( purchase meal for the people, which was given to them, o sold at very low prices, until the pressure of want was withdrawn ] and the blessed potato-crop came in. Some time in Octobeii a smart night's frost made Mr. Crofton thitik that it was timi 1 to take in and pit his own potatoes, and he told his steward tr get laborers accordingly. Next day, on going to the potato-grounds, he found thi , whole fields swarming with people ; the whole crop w^s out O) the ground, and again under it, pitted and covered, and -tb people gone, in a few hours. It was as if the' fairies that wr read of in the Irish legends, as coming to the aid of good people and helping them in their labors, had taken a liking to thi|i good landlord, and taken in his harvest for him. Mr. Croftom who knew who his helpers had been, sent the steward to pai them their day's wages, and to thank them at the same timi for having come to help him at a time when their labor was s( useful to him. One and all refused a penny ; and their spokes i THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. c;69 iinan said, " They wished they could do more for the likes of ,him or his family," I have heard of many conspiracies in this ^country ; is not thia one as.vvorthy to be told as any of them ? Round the house of Templemoyle is a pretty garden, which the pupils take pleasure in cultivating, filled not with fruit (for this, though there are seventy gardeners, the superintendent said somehow seldom reached a ripe state), but with kitchen herbs, and a few beds of pretty flowers, such as are best suited to cottage horticulture. Such simple carpenters' and ntasans' work as the young men can do is likewise confided to them ; and though the dietary may appear to the Englishman as rather a scanty one, and though the English lads certainly make at first very wry faces at the stirabout porridge (as they naturally will when first put in the presence of that abominable, mixture), yet after a time, strange to say, they begin to find it actually palatable ; and the best proof of the excellence of the diet is, that nobody is ever ill in the institution : colds and fevers and the ailments of lazy, gluttonous gentility, are unknown , and the doctor's bill for the last year, for seventy pupils, amounted to thirty-five shillings. O heati agricoliculce I You do not know what it is to feel a little uneasy aftet half a crown's worth of raspberry-tarts, as lads do at the best public schools ; you don't know in w'hat majestic polished hexameters the Roman poet has described your pursuits ; you are not fagged and flogged into Latin and Greek at the cost of two hundred pounds a year. Let these be the privileges of your youthful betters ; meanwhile content yourselves with thinking that you a7'e preparing for a profession, while they are 7iot ; that you are learning something useful, while they, for the most part, are not : for after all, as a man grows old in the world, old and fat, cricket is discovered not to be any longer very advantageous to him — even to have pulled in the Trinity boat does not in old age amount to a sub- stantial advantage ; and though to read a Greek play be an immense pleasure, yet it must be confessed few enjoy it. In the first place, of the race of Etonians, and Harrovians, and Carthusians that one meets in the world, very few ca7i read the Greek ; of those few — there are not, as I believe, any consider- able majori^ of poets. Stout men in the bow-window^s of clubs (for such yoiing Etonians by time become) are not generally re- markable for a taste for yEschylus. * You do not hear much poe- try in Westminster Hall, or I believe at the 'bar-tables after- wards ; and if occasionally, in the House of Commons, Sir Robert • And then, how inuch Latin and Greek does the public school-boy know? Also, does h« know anything else, and what ? Is it historj', or geograpliy, or mathematics, or divinity ? 2 7 o THE IRISH SKE TCH B OK. Peel lets off a quotation — a pocket-pistol wadded with a leaf \ torn out of Horace — depend on it it is only to astonish the ' country gentlemen who don't understand him : and it is my firm conviction that Sir Robert no more cares for poetry than you or I do. Such thoughts would suggest themselves to a man who has had the benefit of what is called an education at a public school in England, when he sees seventy lads from all parts of the empfre learning what his Latin poets and philosophers have in- formed him is the best of all pursuits, — finds them educated at one-twentieth part of the cost which has been bestowed on his own precious person ; orderly without the necessity of submit- ting to degrading personal punishment ; young, and full of health and blood, though vice is unknown among them ; and brought up decently and honestly to know the things which it is good for them in their profession to know. So it is, however ; all the world is improving except the gentlemen. There are at tliis present writing five hundred boys at Eton, kicked, and licked, and bullied, by another hundred — scrubbing shoes, run- ning errands, making false concords, and (as if that were a natural consequence !) putting their posteriors on a block for Dr. Hawtrey to lash at ; and still calling it education. They are proud of it — good heavens ! — ^absolutely vain of it ; as what dull barbarians are not proud of their dulness and barbarism ? They call it the good old English system : nothing like classics, says Sir John, to give a boy a taste, you know^ and a habit of reading — (Sir John, who reads the " Racing Calendar," and belongs to a race of men of all the world the least given to reading,) — it's the good old English system : every boy fights for himself — hardens 'em, eh, Jack? Jack grins, and helps himself to another glass of claret, and presently tells you how Tibbs and Miller fought for an hour and twenty minutes '' like good uns." * * =* Let us come to an end, however, of this moralizing ; the car-driver has 'brought the old raw-shouldered horse out of the stable, and says it is time to be off again. Before quitting Templemoyle, one thing more may be said in its favor. It is one of the very few public establishments in Ireland where pupils of the two religious denominations are re- ceived, and where no religious disputes have taken place. The pupils are called upon, morning and evening, to say their prayers privately. On Sunday, each division, Presbyterian, Roman Catholic, and Episcopalian, is marched to its proper place of worship. The pastors of each sect may visit their young flock when so inclined ; and the lads devote the Sabbath evening to reading the books pointed out to them by their clergymen. THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 571 Would not the Agricultural Society of Ireland, of tlie suc- cess of whose peaceful labors for the national prosperity every Irish newspaper I read brings some new indication, do well to show some mark of its sympathy for this excellent institution of 'I emplemoyle ? A silver medal given by the Society to the most deserving pupil of the year, would be a great object of emulation amongst the young men educated at the place, and would be almost a certain passport for the winner in seeking for a situation in after life. I do not know if similar seminaries exist in England Other seminaries of a like nature have been tried in this country, and have failed : but English country gen- tlemen cannot, I should think, find a better object of their atten- tion than this school \ and our farmers would surely find such establishments of great benefit to them : where their children might procure a sound literary education at a small charge, and at the same time be made acquainted with the latest improve- ments in their profession, I can't help saying here, once more, what I have said apropos of the excellent school at Dundalk, and begging the English middle classes to think of the subject. If Government will not act (upon what nevfcr can be effectual, perhaps, until it become a national measure), let small commu- nities act for themselves, and tradesmen and the middle classes set up CHEAP PROPRIETARY scHOOLsi Will country newspaper editors, into whose hands this book may fall, be kind enough to speak upon this hint, and extract the tables of the Temple- moyle and Dundalk establishments, to show how, and with what small means, boys may be well, soundly, and humanely educated — not brutally, as some of us have been, under the bit- ter fagging and the shameful rod. It is no plea for the bar- barity that use has made us accustomed to it ; and in seeing these institutions for humble lads, where the system taught is at once useful, manly, and kindly, and thinking of what I had undergone in my own youth, — of the frivolous monkish trifling in which it was wasted, of the brutal tyranny to which it was subjected, — I could look at the lads but with a sort of envy : please God, their lot will be shared by thousands of their equals and their betters before long ! It was a proud day for Dundalk, Mr. Thackeray well said, when, at the end of one of the vacations there, fourteen English bdys, and an Englishman with his little son in his hand, landed from the Liverpool packet, and, walking through the streets of the town, went into the school-house quite happy. That was a proud day in truth for a distant Irish town, and I can't help saying that I grudge them the cause of their pride somewhat 572 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK, Why should there not be schools in England as good, and as cheap, and as happy ? With this, shaking Mr. Campbell gratefully by the hand, and begging all English tourists to go and visit his establishment, we trotted off for Londonderry, leaving at about a mile's dis- tance from the town, and at the pretty lodge of Saint Columb's, a letter, which was the cause of much delightful hospitality. Saint Columb's Chapel, the walls of which still stand pictur- esquely in Sir George Hill's park, and from which that gentle- man's seat takes its name, was here since the sixth century. It is but fair to give precedence to the mention of the old abbey, which was the father, as it would seem, jof the town. The approach to the latter from three quarters, certainly, by which various avenues I had occasion to see it, is always noble. We had seen the spire of the cathedral peering over the hills for four miles on our way ; it stands, a stalwart and handsome building, upon an eminence, round which the old-fashioned stout red houses of the town cluster, girt in with the ramparts and walls that kept out James's soldiers of old. Quays, factories, huge red 'warehouses, have grown round this famous old barrier, and now stretch along the river. A couple of large steamers^and other craft lay within the bridge; and, -as we passed over that stout wooden edifi(5e, stretching eleven hun- dred feet across the noble expanse of the Foyle, we heard along the quays a great thundering and clattering of iron-work in an enormous steam frigate which has been built in Derry,- and seems to lie alongside a whole street of houses. The suburb, too, through which we passed was bustling and com- fortable ; and the view was not only pleasing from its natural beauties, but has a manly, thriving, honest air of prosperity, which is no bad feature, surely, for a landscape. Nor does the town itself, as one enters it, belie, as many other Irish towns do, its first flourishing look. It is not splen- did, but comfortable ; a brisk movement in the streets : good downright shops, without particularly grand titles ; few beg- gars. Nor have the common people, as they address you, that eager smile, — that manner of compound fawning and swagger- ing, which an Englishman finds in the townspeople of the West and South. As in the North of England, too, when compared with other districts, the people are greatly more familiar, thoug;h by no means disrespectful to the strangerc On the other hand, after such a commerce as a traveller has with the race of wa**ers, postboys, porters, and the like (and it may be that the v^' . race of postboys, &c., whom I did not see THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK 573 in the North, are quite unlike those unlucky specimens with whom I came in contact), I was struck by their excessive greediness after the traveller's gratuities, and their fierce dis- satisfaction if not sufficiently rewarded, '/fo the gentlem'an who brushed my clothes at the comfortable hotel at Belfast, and carried my bags to the coach, I tendered the sum of two shillings, which seemed to me quite a sufficient reward for his services : he battled and brawled with me for more, and got it too ; for a street-dispute with a porter calls together a number of delighted bystanders, whose remarks and company are by no means agreeable to a solitary gentleman. Then, again, there was the famous case of Boots of Ballycastle, which, being upon the subject, I may as well mention here ; Boots of Bally- castle, that romantic little village near the Giant's Causeway, had cleaned a pair of shoes for me certainly, but declined .either to brush my clothes, or to carry down my two carpet- bags to the car ; leaving me to perform those offices for my- self, which I did : and indeed they were not very difficult. But immediately I was seated on the car, Mr. Boots stepped for- ward and wrapped a mackintosh very considerately round me, and begged me at the same time to " remember him." There was an old beggar-woman standing by, to whom I had a desire to present a penny ; and having no coin of that value, I begged Mr. Boots, out of a sixpence which I tendered to him, to subtract a penny, and present it to the old lady in question. Mr. Boots took the money, looked at me, and his countenance, not naturally good-humored, assumed an expres- sion of the most indignant contempt and hatred as he said, " I'm thinking I've no call to give my money away. Sixpence is my right for what I've done." "Sir," says I, '*you must remember that you did but black one pair of shoes, and that ycu blacked them very badly too." " Sixpence is my right," says Boots ; " a gentleman would give me sixpence ! " and though I represented to him that a pair of shoes might be blacked in a minute— that fivepence a minute was not usual wages in the country — that many gentle- men, half-pay officers, briefless barristers, unfortunate literary gentlemen, would gladly black twelve pairs pf shoes per diem if rewarded with five shillings for so doing, there was no means of convincing Mr. Boots. I then demanded back the sixpence, which proposal, however, he declined, saying, after a; struggle, he would give the money, but a gentleman would have given sixpence ; and so left me with furious rage and contempt. 274 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. As for the city of Derry, a carman who drove me one mile out to dinner at a gentleman's house, where he himself was provided with a comfortable meal, was dissatisfied v/ith eighteenpence, vowing that a " dinner job " was always paid half a crown, and not only asserted this, but continued to assert it for a quarter of an hour with the most noble though unsuccessful perseverance. A second car-boy, to whom I gave a shilling for a drive of two miles altogether, attacked me because I gave the other boy eighteenpence ; and the porter who brought my bags fifty yards from the coach, entertained me with a dialogue that lasted' at least a couple of minutes, and said, '' I should have had sixpence for carrying one of 'em." For the car which carried me two miles the landlord of the inn made me pay the sum of five shillings. He is a godly landlord, has Bibles in the coffee-room, the drawing-room, and every bedroom in the house, with this inscription — UT MIGRATURUS K ABIT A. THE TRAVELLERS TRUE REFUGE. Jones's Hotel, Londonderry. This pious double or triple entendre, the reader will, no doubt, admire — the first simile establishing the resemblance between this life and an inn ; the second allegory showing that the inn and the Bible are both the traveller's refuge. In life we are in death — the hotel in question is about as gay as a family vault : a severe figure of a landlord, in seedy black, is occasionally seen in the dark passages or on the creaking old stairs of the black inn. He does not bow to you — very few landlords in Ireland condescend to acknowledge their guests — he only warns you : — a silent solemn gentleman who looks to be something between a clergyman and a sexton — '' ut migraturus habita ! " — the " migraturus " was a vast comfort in the clause. It must, however, be said, for the consolation of future travellers, that when at q^yening, in the old lonely parlor of the inn, the great gaunt fireplace is filled with coals, two dreary funereal candles and sticks glimmering upon the old-fashioned round table, the rain pattering fiercely without, the wind roaring and thumping in the streets, this worthy gentleman can produce a pint of port-wine for the use of his migratory guest, which causes the latter to be almost reconciled to the cemetery in THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 575 which hejs reslmg himself, and he finds himseU', to his surprise, ahiiost cheerful. There is a mouldy-looking .old kitchen, too, which, strange to say, sends out an excelleut comfortable diu- ner, so that the sensation of fear gradually wears off. As in Chester, the ramparts of the town form a pleasant promenade ; and the batteries, with a few of the cannon, are preserved, with which the stout 'prentice boys of Derry beat oil. King James in '88. Tlie guns bear the names of the Lon- don Companies — venerable Cockney titles ! It is pleasant for a Londoner to read them, and see how, at a pinch, the sturdy citizens can" do their work. The public buildings of Derry are, I think, among the bestn I have seen in Ireland ; and the Lunatic Asylum, especiall}', is to be pointed out as a model of neatness apd comfort. When will the middle classes be allowed to send their own afflicted relatives to public institutions of this excellent kind, where violence is never practised — where it is never to the interest of the keeper of the asylum to exaggerate his patient's malady, or to retain him in durance, for the sake of the enormous sums which the sufferer's relatives are made to pay ! The gentry of three countries which contribute to the Asylum have no such resource fgr members of their own body, should any be so afflicted — the condition of entering this admirable asylum is, that the patient must be a pauper, and on this account he is supplied with every comfort and the best curative means, and his relations are in perfect security. Are the rich in any way so lucky ? — and if not, why not ? The rest of the occurrences at Derry belong, unhappily, to the domain of private life, and though very pleasant to recall, are not honestly to be printed. Otherwise, what popular de* scriptions might be written of the hospitalities of St. Columb's, of the jovialities of the mess of the — th Regiment, of the speeches made and the songs sung, and the devilled turkey at twelve o'clock, and the headache afterwards ; all which events could be described in an exceedingly facetious manner. But these amusements are to be met with in every other part of her Majesty's dojninions ; and the only point which may be mentioned here as peculiar to this part of Ireland, is the differ- ence of the manner of the gentry to that in the South. The Northern manner is far more English than that of the other provinces of Ireland — whether it is better for being English is a question of taste, of which an Englishman can scarcely be a fair judge. j;^6 THE I RJSII SKETCH BOOK. CHAPTER XXXII. DUBLIN AT LAST. A WEDDING-PARTY that Went across Derr}' Bridge to the sound of bell and cannon, had to flounder through a thick coat of frozen snow, that covl^red the slippery planks, and the hills round about were whitened over by the same inclement material. Nor. was the weather, implacable towards young lovers and unhappy buckskin postilions shivering in white favors, at all more polite towards the passengers of her Maj- esty's mail that runs from Derry to Ballyshannon. Hence the aspect of the country between those two places can only be described at the rate of nine miles' an hour, and from such points of observation as may be had through a coach window, starred with ice and mud. While horses were changed we saw a very dirty town, called Strabane ; and had to visit the old house of the O'Donnels in Donegal during a quarter of an hour's pause that the coach made there — and with an umbrella overhead. The pursuit of the picturesque under umbrellas let us leave to more venturesome souls : the fine weather of the finest season known for many long years in Ireland was over, and I thought with a great deal of yearn- ing of Pat the waiter, at the " Shelburne Hotel," Stephen's Green, Dublin, and the gas lamps, and the covered cars, and the good dinners to which they take you. Farewell, then, O wild Donegal ! and ye stern passes through which the astonished traveller windeth !* Farewell, Ballyshannon, and thy salmon-leap, and thy bar of sand, over which the white head of the troubled Atlantic was peeping ! Likewise, adieu to Lough Erne, and its numberless green islands, and winding river-lake, and wavy fir-clad hills ! Good- by, moreover, neat Enniskillen, over the bridge and churches whereof the sun peepeth as the coach starteth from the inn ! See, how he shines now on Lord Belmore's stately palace and park, with gleaming porticoes and brilliant grassy chases: now, behold he is yet higher in the heavens, as the twanging horn proclaims the approach to beggarly Gavan, where a beggarly breakfast awaits the hungry voyager. - Snatching up a roll wherewith to satisfy the pangs of hunger, sharpened by the mockery of breakfast, tlie tourist now hastens THE IRISH SHE TCII BOOJc. 577 in his arduous course, thoug^h Virginia, Kells, Navan, by Tara's threadbare mountain, and Skreen's green hill ; day darkens, and a hundred thousand lamps twinkle in the gray horizon — see about the darkling trees a stumpy column rise, see on its base the naine of Wellington (though this, because 'tis night, thou canst not see), and cry, "It is the Phaynix f^' — On and on, across the iron bridge, and through the streets, (dear streets, though dirty, to the citizen's heart how dear you be!) and lo, now, with a bump, the dirty coach stops at the seedy inn, six ragged porters battle tor the bags, six wheedling carmen recom- mend „their cars, and (giving first the coachman eighteenpence) the Cockney says, " drive, ear-boy, to the ' Shelbarne.' " And so having reached Dublin, it becomes necessary to curtail the observations which were to be made upon that city ; which surely ought to have a volume to itself : the humors of Dublin at least require so much space, For instance, there was the dinner at the Kildare Street Club, or the Hotel opposite, — the dinner in Trinity College Hall, — that at Mr. , the pub- lisher's, where a dozen of the literary men of Ireland were assembled, — and those (say fifty) with Harry Lorrequer him- self, at his mansion of Templeogue, What a favorable oppor- tunity to discourse upon the peculiarities of Irish character ! to describe men of letters, of fashion, and university dons ? Sketches of these personages may be prepared, and sent over, perhaps in confidence to Mrs. Sigourney in America — who will of course not print them) — but the English habit does not allow of these happy communications between writers and the public ; and the author who wishes to dine again at his friend's cost, must needs have a care how he puts him in print. Suffice it to say, that at Kildare Street we had white neck- cloths, black waiters, wax-candles, and some of the best wine in Europe ; at Mr. , the publisher'^, wax-candles, and some of the best wine in Europe ; at Mr. Lever's, wax-candles, and some of the best wine in Europe ; at Trinity College — but there is no need to mention what took place at Trinity College ; for on returning to London, and recounting the circumstances of the repast, my friend B , a Master of Arts of that university, solemnly declared the thing was impossible : — no stranger could dine at Trinity -College ; it was too great a privilege — in a word, he would not believe the story, nor will he to this day ; and why, therefore, tell it in vain .? I am sure if the Fellows of College in Oxford and Cambridge were told that the Fellows of T. C. D. only drink beer at dinner, they would not believe ikitt. Such, ho\vever, was the fact : or 37- 578 THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. may be it was a dream, which was followed by another dream of about four-and-twenty gentlemen seated round a common- room table after dinner ; and by a subsequent vision of a tray of oysters in the apartments of a tutor of the university, some- time before midnight. Did we swallow them or not ?^he oysters are an open question. Of the Catholic College of Maynooth, I must likewise speak briefly, for the reason that an accurate description of that estab- lishment would be of necessity so disagreeable, that it is best to pass it over in a few words. An Irish union-house is a palace to it. Ruin so needless, filth so disgusting, such a look of lazy squalor, no Englishman who has not seen can conceive. Lecture-room and dining-hall, kitchen and students'-room, were all the same. I shall never forget the sight of scores of shoulders of mutton lying on the filthy floor in the former, or the view of a bed and dressing-table that I saw in the other. Let the next Maynooth grant include a few shillings'-worth of whitewash and a few hundredweights of soap ; and if to this be added a half-score of drill-sergeants, to see that the students appear clean at lecture, and to teach them to keep their heads up and to look people in the face, Parliament will introduce some cheap reforms into the seminary, which were never needed more than here. Why should the place be so shamefully ruinous and foully dirty .'' Lime is cheap, and water plenty at the canal hard by. Why should a stranger, after a week's stay in the country, be able to discover a priest by the scowl on his face, and his doubtful downcast manner ?. Is it a point of discipline that his reverence should be made to look as ill-humored as possible ? And I hope these words will not be taken hostilely. It would have been quite as easy, and more pleasant, to say the contrary, had the contrary seemed to me to have been the fact; and to have declared that the priests were remarkable for their expression of candor, and their college for its extreme neatness and cleanliness. • This complaint of neglect applies to other public institutions besides Maynooth. The Mansion-house, when I saw it, was a very dingy abode for the Right Honorable Lord Mayor, and that Lord Mayor Mr. O'Connell. I saw him in full council, in a brilliant robe of crimson velvet, ornamented with white satin bows and sable collar, in an enormous cocked-hat, like a slice of an eclipsed moon. The Aldermen and Common Council, in a black oak parlor, and at a dingy green table, were assembled around him, and a debate of thrilling mterest to the town ensued. It related, I THE IRISH SKE TCH BOOK. ^j^ think, to water-pipes ; the great''" '^^an 4id not speak publicly, but was occupied chiefly at the en^of the table, giving audiences to at least a score of clients and petitioners. The next day I saw him in the famous Corn Exchange. The building without has a substantial look, but the hall within 13 rude, dirty, and ill-kept. Hundreds of persons were assembled in the black, steaming place ; no inconsiderable share of frieze- coats were among them ; and many small Repealers, who could but lately have assumed their breeches, ragged as they were. These kept up a great chorus of shouting, and " hear, hear ! "' at every pause in the great Repealer's address. Mr. O'Connell was reading a report from his Repeal-wardens ; which proved that when Repeal took place, commerce and prosperity would instantly flow into the country ; its innumerable harbors would be filled with countless ships, its immense water-power would be directed to the turning of myriads of mills ; its vast. energies and resources brought into full action. At the end of the report three cheers were given for Repeal, and in the midst of a great shouting Mr. O'Connell leaves the room. " Mr. Quiglan, Mr. Quiglan ! " roars an active aide-de-camp to the door-keeper, "a covered kyar for the Lard Mayre." The covered car came ; I saw his lordship get into it. Next day he was Lord Mayor no longer ; but Alderman O'Connell in his state-coach, with the handsome grays whose manes were tied up with green ribbon, following the new Lord Mayor to the right honorable inauguration. Javelin men, city marshals (look- ing like military undertakers), private carriages, glass coaches, cars, covered and uncovered, and thousands of yelling raga- muffins, formed the civic procession of that faded, worn-out, insolvent old Dublin Corporation. The walls of this city had been placarded with huge notices to the public, that O'Connell's rent-day was at hand ; and I went round to all the chapels in town on that Sunday (not a little to the scandal of some Protestant friends), to see the popular behavior. Every door was barred, of course, with plate-holders ; and heaps of pence at the humble entrances, and bank-notes at the front gates, told the willingness of the people to reward their champion. The car-boy who drove me had paid his little tribute of fourpence at morning mass ; the waiter who brought my breakfast had added to the national subscription with his humble shilling ; and the Catholic gentle- man with whom I dined, and between whom and Mr. O'Connell _ there is no great love lost, pays his annuah donation, out of gratitude for old services, and to the man who won Catholic 58o THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 1 Emancipation for Irelancl?^i The piety of the people at the chapels is a sight, too, always well worthy to behold. Nor indeed is this religious fervor less in the Protestant places of worship : the warmth and attention of the congregation, the enthusiasm with which hymns are sung and responses uttered, contrasts curiously with the cool formality of worshippers at' home. The service at St. Patrick's is finely sung ; and the shame^ less English custom of retreating after the anthem, is properly prevented by locking the gates, and having the music after the sermon. The interior of the cathedral itself, however, to an Englishman who has seen the neat and beautiful edifices of his own country, will be anything but an object of admiration. The greater part of the huge old building is suffered to remain in gaunt decay, and with its stalls of sham Gothic, and the tawdry old rags and gimcracks of the " most illustrious order of Saint Patrick," (whose pasteboard helmets, and calico ban- ners, and lath swords, well characterize the humbug of chivalry which they are made to represent,) looks like a theatre behind the scenes. " Paddy's Opera," however, is a noble perform- ance*; and the Englishman may here listen to a half-hour ser- mon, and in the antheiri to a bass singer whose voice is one of the finest e\'er heard. The Drama does not flourish much more in Dublin than in any other part of the country. Operatic stars make their appearance occasionally, and managers lose money. I was at a fine concert, at which Lablache and others performed, where there were not a hundred people in the pit of the pretty theatre, and where the only encore given was to a. young woman in ringlets and yellow satin, who stfepped forward and sang " Coming through the rye," or some other scientific composition, in an exceedingly small voice. On the nights when the regular drama was enacted, the audience was still smaller. The theatre of Fishamble Street was given up to the performances of the Rev. Mr. Gregg and his Protestant company, whose soirees I did not attend ; and, at the Abbey Street Theatre, whither I . went in order to see, if possible, some specimens of the national humor, I found a company of English people rantiftg through a melodrama, the tragedy whereof was the only laughable thing to be witnessed. Humbler popular recreations may be seen by the curious. One night I paid twopence to see a puppet-show — such an entertainment as may have been popular a hundred and thirty^ years "ago, and is described in the Spectator. But the company THE IRISH SKK TCH B OQK. ^ g i here assembled were not, it scarcely need be said, of the genteel sort. There were a score of boys, however, and a dozen of In.boring men, who were quite happy and contented with the jiiece performed, and loudly applauded. Then in passing home- wards of a night, you hear, at the humble public-houses, the sound of many a fiddle, and the stamp of feet dancing the good old jig, which is still maintaining a struggle with teetotalism, and, though vanquished now, may rally some day and overcome the enemy. At Kingstown, especially, the old" "fire-worship- pers ", yet seem to muster pretty strongly ; loud is the music to be heard in the taverns there, and the cries of encouragement to the dancers. Of the numberless amusements that take place in the Fhaynix^ it is not very necessary to speak. Here you may behold garrison races, and reviews ; lord-lieutenants in brown great-coats ; aides-de-camp scampering about like mad in blue ; fat colonels roaring " charge " to immense heavy dragoons; dark riflemen lining woods and firing ; galloping cannoneers banging and blazing right and left. Here comes his Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, with his huge feathers, and white hair, and hooked nose; and yonder sits his Excellency the Ambassa- dor from the republic ^f Topinambo in a glass coach, smoking a cigar. The honest Dublinites make a great deal of such small dignitaries as his Excellency of the glass coach ; you hear everybody talking of him, and asking which is he ; and when presently one of Sir Robert Peel's sons makes his appearance on the course, the public rush delighted to look* at him. They love great folks, those honest Emerald Islanders, more intensely than any people I ever heard of, except the Americans. Tljey still cherish the memory of the sacred George IV. They chronicle genteel small beer with never failing assiduity. They go in long trains to a sham court — simpering in tights and bags, with swords between their legs. O heaven and earth, what joy ! Why are the Irish noblemen absentees ? If their lordships like respect, where would they get it so well as in their own country ? The Irish noblemen are very likely going through the same delightful routine of duty before their real sovereign — in reaf tights and bag-wigs, as it were, performing their graceful and lofty duties, and celebrating the august service of .the thione. These, of course, the truly loyal heart can only respect : and I think a, drawing-room at St. James's the grandest spectacle that ever feasted the eye or exercised the intellect. The crown, sur- rounded by its knights and nobles, its priests, its sages, and 582 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 1 their respective ladies; illustrious foreigners, men learned in the law, heroes of land and sea, beef-eaters, goldsticks, gentle- men at arms, rallying round the throne and defending it with those swords which never knew defeat (and would surely, if tried, secure victory) : these are sights and characters which i every man must look upon with a thrill of respectful awe, and count amongst the glories of his country. What lady that sees this will- not confess that she reads everyone of the drawing- room costumes, from Majesty down to Miss Ann Maria Smith \ and all the names of the presentations, from Prince Baccabock- sky (by the Russian ambassador) to Ensign Stubbs on his appointment ? We are bound to read these accounts. It is our pride, our duty as J)ritons. But though one may honor the respect of the aristocracy of the land for the sovereign, yet there is no reason why those who are not of the aristocracy should be aping their betters : and the Dublin Castle business has, I cannot but think, d very high-life-below-stairs look. There is no aristocracy in Dublin. Its magnates are tradesman — Sir Fiat Haustus, Sir Blacker Dosy, Mr. Sergeant ^luebag, or Mr. CounselI(fr O'Fee. Brass plates are their titles of honor, and they live by their boluses or their briefs. What call have these worthy people to be dangling and grinning at lord-lieuten- ants' leve'es, and playing sham aristocracy before a sham sover- eign t Oh, that old humbug of a Castle ! It is the greatest . sham of all the shams in Ireland. '^ Although th'e season may be said to have begun, for the Courts are opened, and the noblesse de la robe have assembled, I do not think the genteel quarters of the town look much more cheerful. They still, for the most 'part, wear their faded ap- pearance and lean, half-pay look. There is the beggar still tlawdling here and there. Sounds of carriages or footmen do not deaden the clink of the burly policeman's boot-heels. You may see, possibly, a smutty-faced nursemaid leading out her little charges to walk; or the observer may catch a glimpse ot Mick the footman lolling at the door, and grinning as he talks ^to some dubious tradesman. Mick and John are very differ- ent characters externally and inwardly ; — profound essays (in- volving the histories of the two countries for a thousand years) might be Avritten regarding Mick and John, and the moral and poHtical influences which have developed the flunkeys of the two nations. The friend too, with whom Mick talks at the door is a puzzle to a Londoner. I have hardly ever entered a Dublin house without meeting with some such character on my THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK, 583 way in or out. He looks too sliabby for a dun, and not ex- actly ragged enough for a beggar — a doubtful, lazy, dirty family vassal — a guerilla footman. I think it is he who makes a great noise, and whispering, and clattering, handing in the dishes to Mick from outside of the dining-room door. When an Irishman comes to London he brings Erin with him ; and ten to one you will find one of these queer retainers about his place. ' London one can only take leave of by degrees : the great town melts away into suburbs, which soften, as it were, the parting between the Cockney and his darling birthplace. But you pass from some of the stately fine. Dublin streets straight into the country. After No. 46 Eccles Street, for instance, potatoes begin at once. You are on a wide green plain, di- versified by occasional cabbage-plots, by drying-grounds white- with chemises, in the midst of which the chartered wind is revelling ; and though in the map some fanciful engineer has laid down streets and squares, they exist but on paper ; nor, indeed, can there be any need of them at present, in a quarter where houses are not wanted so much as people to dwell in the same. If the genteel portions of the town look to the full as mel- ancholy as they did, the downright poverty ceases, I fear, to make so strong an impression as it made four months ago. Going over the same ground again, places appear to have quite a different aspect ; and, with their strangeness, poverty and misery bave lost much of their terror. The people, though dirtier and more ragged, seemed certainly happier than those in London. Near to the King's Court, for instance (a noble building, as are almost all the public edifices of the tity), is a straggling green suburb, containing numberless little shabby, patched, broken-windowed huts, with rickety gardens dotted with rags that have been washed, and children that have not ; and thronged with all sorts of ragged inhabitants. Near to the suburb in the town, is a dingy old mysterious district, called Stoneybatter, wher« some houses have been allowed to reach an old age, extraordinary in this country of premature ruin, and look as if they had been built some six score years since. In these and the neighboring tenements, not so old but equally ruinous' and mouldy, there is a sort of vermin swarm -of hu- manity ; dirty faces at all the dirty windows ; children on all the broken steps ; smutty slipshod women clacking and bustling about, and old men dawdling. Weil, only paint and prop the ^84 ^-^-^ IRISH SKRTCII BOOK, tumbling gates and huts in the suburb, and fancy the Stoney- batterites clean, and you woufd have rather a gay and agreeable picture of human life — of workpeople and their families repos-- ing after their labors. They are all happy, and sober, and kind- hearted, — they seem kind, and play with the children — the young women having a gay good-natured joke for the passer- by ; the old seemingly contented, and buzzing to one another. It is only the costume, as it were, that has frightened .the stranger, and made him fancy that people so ragged must be unhappy. Observation grows used to the rags as much as the people do, and i^y impression of the. walk through this district, on a sunshiny, clear, autumn evening, is that of a fete. I am almost ashamed it should be so. Near to Stoneybatter lies a group of huge gloomy edifices — an hospital, a penitentiary, a mad-house, and a poor-house. I visited the latter of these, the North Dublin Union-house, an enormous establishment, which accommodates two thousand beggars. Like all the public institutions of the country, it seems to be well conducted, and is a vast, orderly, and cleanly place, wherein the prisoners are better clothed, better fed, better housed than tli^y can hope to be when at liberty. We were taken into all the wards in due order :' the schools and nijrsery for the children ; the dining-rooms, day-rooms, &c., of the men and women. Each division is so accommodated, as also with a large court or ground to walk and exercise in. «.. Among the men, there are very few able-bodied ; the most of them, the keeper said, having gone out for the harvest-time, or as soon as the potatoes came in. If they go out, they can- not return before the expiration of a month : the guardians have been obliged to establish this prohibition, lest the persons requiring relief shook! go in and out too frequently. The old men were assembled in considerable numbers in a long day- room that is comfortable and warm. Some of them were picking oakum by way of employment, but most of them were past work ; all such inmates of the house as are able-bodied being occupied upon the premises. Their hall was airy and as clean as brush and water could mak it . th^men equally clean, and their gray jackets and Scotch caps stout and warm. Thence we were led, with a sort of satisfaction, by th6 guar- dian, to the kitchen — a large room, ^t the end of which might be seeji certain coppers, emitting, it must owned, a very faint inhospitable smell. It was on Friclay, and rice-milk is the food on that day, each man being served with a pint-canful, of which cans a great number stood smoking upon stretchers — - THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK. 585 the platters were laid, each with its portion of salt in the large clean dining-room hard by. "Look at that rice," said the keeper, taking up a bit ; "try it, sir, it's delicious." I'm sure "I hope it is. - The old women's room was crowded with, I shouM think, at least four hundred old ladies — neat and nice, in white clothes and caps — sitting demurely on benches, doing nothing for the most part ; but some employed, like the old men, in fiddling with the oakum. "There's tobacco here," says the guardian, in a loud voice; "who's smoking tobacco?" " Fait, and I wish dere was some tabaccy here," says one old lady, "and my service to you, Mr. Leary, and I hope one of the gentlemen has a snuflf-box, and a pinch for a poor old woman." But we had no boxes ; and if any person who reads this visit, goes to a poor-house or lunatic asylum, let him carry a box, if for that day only — a pinch is like Dives's drop of water to those poor limboed souls. Some of the poor old creatures began to stand up as we came in — I can't say how painful such an ■ honor seemed to me. There was a separate room for the able-bodied females ; and the place and courts were full of stout, red-cheeked, bounc- ing women. If the old ladies looked respectable, I cannot say the young ones were particularly good-looking ; there were some Hogarthian faces amongst them — ^sly, leering, and hide- ous. I fancied I could see only too well what these girls had been. Is it charitable or not to hope that such bad faces could only belong to bad women .? " Here, sir, is the nursery," said the guide, flinging open the door of a long' room. There may have been eighty babies in it, with as many nurses and mothers. Close to the door sat one with as beautiful a face as I almost ever saw : she had at her breast a ver}' sickly and puny child, and looked up, as we entered, with a pair of angelical eyes, and a face that Mr. Eastlake could paint — a face that had been angelical that is ; for there was the snow stiil, as it were, but with, the footmark on it. I asked her how old she was — she did not know. She could not have been more than fifteen yeiirs, the poor child. She said she had been a servant — and there was no need of ask- ing anything more about her story. I saw her grinning at one of her comrades as we went out of the room ; her face did not look angelical then. Ah, young master or old, young or old villain, who did this ! — have you not enough wickedness of your own to answerr for, that you must take another's sins upon your shoulders ; and be this wretched child's sponsor in crime ? * ♦ ^S6 THE IRISH SKETCH BOOK, But this chapter must be made as short as possible : and so I will not say how much prouder Mr. Leary, the keeper, was of his fat pigs than of his paupers — how he pointed us out the burial-ground of the family of the poor — their coffins were quite visible through the niggardly mould ; ^nd the children might peep at their fathers over the burial-ground-play-ground- wall — nor how we went to see the Linen Hall of Dublin — that huge, useless, lonely, decayed place, in the vast windy solitudes of which stands the simpering statue of George IV., pointing to some bales of shirting, over which he is supposing to ex- tend his august protection. * The cheers of the rabble hailing the new Lord Mayor were the last sounds that I heard in Dublin : and I quitted the kind friends I had made there with the sincerest regret. As for forming "an opinion of Ireland," such as is occasionally asked from a traveller on his return — that is as difficult an opinion to form as to express ; and the puzzle which has perplexed the gravest and wisest, may be confessed by a humble writer of light literature, whose aim it only was to look at the manners and the scenery of the country, and who does not venture to meddle with questions of more serious import. To have "an opinion about Ireland," one must begin by getting at the truth ; and where is it to be had in the country? Or rather, there are two truths, the Catholic truth and the Protestant truth. The two parties do not see things with the same eyes. I recollect, for instance, a Catholic gentleman telling me that the Primate had forty-three thousand Jive hun- dred a year ; a Protestant clergyman gave me, chapter and verse, the history of a shameful perjury and malversation of money on the part of a Catholic priest ; nor was one tale more true than the other. But belief is made a party business ; and the receiving of the archbishop's income would probably not convince the Catholic, any more than the clearest evidence to the contrary altered the Protestant's opinion. Ask about an estate : you may be sure almost that people will make mis- statements, or volunteer them if not asked. As a cottager about his rent, or his landlord : you cannot trust him. I shall never forget the glee with which a gentleman in Munste-r told me how he had sent olf MM. Tocquevilleand Beaumont ■" with such a set of stories.'.'. Inglis was seized, as I am told, and mystified in the same ^ay. In the midst of all these truths, attested with " I give ye my sacred honor and word," which is the stranger to select .'' And how are we to trust philosophers who make theories upon such data ? rilE IRISH SKETCH BOaK. s^l Meanwhile it is satisfactory to know, upon testimony so general as to be equivalent almost to fact, that wretched as ir is, the country is steadily advancing, nor nearly so wretched now as it was a score of years since ; and let us hope that the middle class, which this increase of prosperity must generate (and of which our laws have hitherto forbidden the existence in Ireland, making there a population of Protestant aristgcracy and Catholic peasantry), will exercise the greatest and most beneficial intiuence over country. Too independent to be bullied by priest or squij-e — having their interest in quiet, and alike indisposed to servility or to rebellion ; may not as much be hoped from the gradual formation of such a class, as froni any legislative meddling ? It is the want of the middle class that has rendered the squire so arrogant, and the clerical or political demagogue so powerful ; and I think Mr. O'Connell himself would say that the existence of such a body would do more for the steady acquirement of orderly freedom, than the occasional outbreak of any crowd, influenced by any eloquence from altar or tribune. 3477-2