The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1875-06-19

| To lords chamber,
Or become member
Of Parliament"
| GA clever spouter
| He'll sure turn out,
Or an out, and outer
To be let alone;
| Don't hope to hinder him
| Or to bewilder him,
Sure he's pilgrim
From the Blarney Stone.'
From Blarney Castle we returned to Cork,
and in the afternoon I visited the Bells
Of Shandon -" The sweet Bells of Shan
don on the river Lee.'' The bells are hung
in an old Episcopal Church, built in the
year sixteen bundled and twenty something
and are eight in number. They are chimed
on Sundays only, and l couldn't wait to
hear them. But l heard one bell chime
and will tell you how it was: After going
up through some very squalid streets, l
reached the church, "St. AIMS of Shan
don," and having hunted up the sexton,
was soon admitted into the church, and
commenced to journey up the steep steps,
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pie, after being enjoined by the sexton on
no account to touch the ropes. At last l
reached the bells-great huge bells-whch
delight the people of Cork every Sunday
morning with their sweet chimes. Whilst
directly under them, what frightful boom
l heard. The clock strikes every quarter
of an hour-I did not know it. l knew it
was after o'clock, and presumed it would
not strike again until o'clock. 1t was
like twenty tons of bell metal struck by a
ton of iron. The sound deadened my hear
ing, racked through my body, and l got out
from under the "Sweet Bells Of Shandon -
in double quick time. Some one has writ
/ ten a beautiful piece of poetry about these
bells. but for my very life cannot tell his
name.
On Wednesday started for the Lakes of
Killarney, sixty-three miles west of Cork,
and arrived there in the evening. The seem
cry around the Lakes of Killarney is simply
grand. Tough Leane is the largest of the
three lakes, in which there are several islands
green gems set in sky-blue water We
left the hotel in the mornng-the Royal
Victoria-and went in jaunting car to the
Gap of Dunloe, about eight miles from Kill
larney. 1t is wild narrow pass about four
miles in length between the hills known
as Macgilicuddy's Reeks and the pur-
of the Gap is Kate Kearneys cottage; her
reputed grand daughter now resides in a
new cottage directly in front of the one
wherein the beautiful Irish girl Kate Kear.
grand daughter, though bearing the name,
| is not handsome. Potheen-mountain due
whisky-has made sad havoc of Kate. A
short distance beyond we met with the
| ugliest, dirtiest Irish woman l ever saw.
| She was the "Colleen Bawn," concerning
| whom a play has been written, and over
which play the Philadelphia theater goers
| shed cart loads of tears. l believe Colleen
did save some PERSONS life, and 1 believe
| she was we'll rewarded for it, judging from
some ten children that kept following US,
begging for pennies. A short distance
within the Gap we arrived at Black Lake,
where our guide assured us was the very
spot where St. Patrick banished the last
snake from Ireland. All along through the
Gap the tourist will hear the notes of the
bugle, the firing of cannon, and the shout
ing of the guide, for the echo is beautiful.
In the afternoon we drove through Lord
Kenmare's estate. He is now in London.
l should liked to have met with him. His
tenants think there is no man like him.
His vast estate is open to all visitors visit
ing the Lake. / believe him to be good
kind hearted Irishman, as the following no.
tce will show:
Notice IS hereby giren that these grounds
are open to all pisitors, and they are requested
not to cut the trees, door sills, or any part of
the cottage; nor to injure in any manner tie
shrubs or plants, as much injury has been
done By the above. Lord Renmdre calls upon
all persons to assist him in protecting his pro.
perty'
Who could have the heart to injure his pro
perty after such kind notice?
We next visited Ross Castle an old lay
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ject of interest is Muckross Abbey. 1t is
located on the estate of II. A. Herbert,
member of Parliament. 1t is grand old
ruin. l saw where the old monks slept;
where they walked in the outer court for
silent meditation and prayer; where they
kept their good pure wine; where they had
their excellent suppers; where they cared
for their sick; where they held service, and
where they were buried after this fitful life
was over. Among the silent dead noticed
the tomb of O'Donoghue More, an Irish
chieftain.
After seeing the Tore Cascade, some sixty
feet in hight, falling over broken WALL we
came back to the hotel, and the next day
started for Dublin. My next letter will be
short description of Dublin, Belfast and |
the Giants Causeway. r. II.
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