, 1880-08-22

rectory1 in attic and drawfng-room, everywhere
20 we hnd the kindly greeting from the friendly
ear drivers said to me as We logged along Sack
vile street, there's hardly family, old or new,
daughter In American
From Dublin VIC came to
KILLARNEY,
and spent few days on tho shore of the Lough,
almost Ia the shadow OF Mnngcrton. gathering
temperament affect; little Ivy, little wood
pine aud heather, anu sprig Of yew from tue
1nSs elf tee IL MnSkroSs abbey THE at
and most admirably mixed
From Killarney to Cork fs, or was. q rather
dull railway ride: here and thore peat bog to
raincl most Of tho time. believe all the time,
ON this occasion,-this is my method OF apology,
and we arrived, ut tho timo fixed by the time
as "rcsort - labors under difficulties. When
frHns-AtAntfc traveller arrives, the whole world
is before him. and he is conscious Of IT.: he asks
comical kind Of conveyance, known as a jaunting-
car he forgrts It's discomfort in laughing ut It's
the hasn't learned how TO enjoy it Yeti is sort
Of e1hilaratiye tonic, so different from that
eIephantiue payfuluess Of the rough Atlautic
in a degree hysterlcal in his intercourse with tho
little world about him. This happy frame OF
mind is, however. as ephc,neral as is extreme
allure him with tiscir specious promise: tho
demon OF unrest enters and possesses him; he
visits, as aai who have M come aud gone and IN the
nlarncy, and, lucky, returns by tho river road; !;
if he have ever heard Of shandon, its bctfry is
drivers whip: be- pays his car~fare ar m ar and lis
hotel bill. and, after twcnty-four hours of
land life. is away to Killarney by express
last stretch OF land on his return, Cork snf-
fers again; the whole world is now behind
him. he has no stomach Tor more novelties,
heart ycarns for home. Yet. for n1l this, some
wise ones are found who have spent week or
more IN and about Queenstown and along the
ness OF the people: tho grccnness of the grass,
nine drys of "occan hlue."
ncy Castle, Its lovely grove. a,d its fninous lip
worn stone, to which We kissed our hands, and
returned by the Lee, swift running, rather ful
it sweeps through Cork and on to the Atinatic,
and upon whose rapid tide we tioated toward
QUEENSTOWN
next morning,-one Of those e1quistt days of
hour from twilight to twilight, a continuous
Jubi!atc. These eleven miles Of winding river,
from St. Patrick's bridge, Cork, to tho Queens
to the railway, whose, train. dashed past
era.,ned, the mind rested and rcfreshed. by this
eass san. VIZ n"ol EcfCH IuS "la4 ~, at!o my
ourselves TO the conyerging throngs that DRIFT
toward this focus. and We pause to contemplate
the multitude Of hopeful hearts that have. upon
this little spot Of earth, bade farewell to friends
and home, and have gone down thence to tho
sea. and the unknown lands beyond. While we
mediate, our Steamer hcavcs in sight: an ho:.r
or so Of busy handling Of mail bags and luggage,
and the little tender scrMnblcs away from tho
wharf with her passengers: tho familiar deck IS
soon reached; our good ship. frctttng with inl-
patience at the hours delay. resumes her course,
and we, with grateful hearts, are speeding once
more toward the West and home. The low, rcd
sun drives her radiance through and through the
crested waves thnt toss and tumble III such in
fiut variety of form and color, aud our 1lortcd
ship plows through them and out into the twi-
light beyond. The promise Is quiet night and
q glorious morrow. ). G- s.