Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1881-07-22
A PHILADELPHIA STATESMAN IN IRE
LAND.
From sam Joseph's Letter to the fhi!a
0olphiS Times.

LAND.
From sam Joseph's Letter to the rhi!a-
delphls Times.
I have no desire to linger much on my
experience on the Atlantic. 1t was my
desire to sail on one of the American line
steamers, but Peter Wright, who is per-
sonal friend, said there was no more show
for a berth before fall than there was for
catfish supper at Indian Rock, being
neglected by a council investigating COM
mittee, So it was that I cast my lot with
the White Star line and sailed June 80 on
the Adriatic. Just before leaving Pbila-
delphia to the guardianship of my reform
colleagues, George McGowan and William
D. Kendrick, with a delusive hope of
braciug up my stomach in case of heavy
bolt at sea, stocked up a valise with
I had, or made use, of the whole consign-
shaken worse than my hope is blasted in
the newly painted machine.
Passing over this unpleasant period, l
had a right royal time with Captain Jen-
nings, who, besides knowing how to man.
age a ship, has a deep insight into the
game called Napoleon. I believe, though,
that the captain lost his faith in the game
before We got over in fact, he got into a
bad habit of casting regular sheath-knife
glances at me as hauled in the chips, but
though sadder, believe that he has de-
veloped into a better man.
have tried alleged Irish stews at Third
and Shippen streets, il: the good Old days,
but there is no more comparison between
the fragrant dish set before me at this
hostelry lin Queenstown and the ten-cent
compound of Shippen street than there is
between carrying a state delegate conven-
tiOn around in your coat tail pocket and
holding lever in Fourth ward division.
The mutton in this Irish stew was as ten
der as the conscience Of 4 new member OF
the Legislature. Then there was some
thing about the potatoes, and fragrance
about the unions, and richness in the broth,
that double discounts anything of the
kind have ever tackled before. J.
Cork is an ancient city and is full of
interesting ruins and rich in history. As
soon as got both feet on the quay l said
to myself '' Is this Ireland, or am stand
ing once more at Fourth and Shipper p"
Tie delusion would have been complete if
l had met the squire Bill McMullenl just
When we reached the lodge of the Blar-
neyl castle, buxom Cork lassie bounced
out to the gate. Lifting my new white
beaver handed her my card and telling
her l was an American member of parlia-
ment expected to sec tho gate fly open and
an escort introduced to show us through
the CASTLE But | counted too much on
my ex-dignity and title. The aforesaid
buxom Cork damsel simply remarked,
ssYis, yer honor" and flew off to sec
whether we were to be admitted. III the
interim l took all outside view of the cas-
tle I'm like McNIullen, don't go much
on old times, and l must say that Blarney
Castle looks more like brewery that has
witnessed a boiler explosion some hundreds
of years ago, leaving nothing to tell of the
past glory of the place except tower alb out
one hundred and twenty feet high.
For the first time in my life l Appreciated
the meaning of an Irish welcome from the
proprietor of the Shelburne house, Dub
lin. 1t was like the stew-an OverpOwer-
ing success. He had invited few choice
friends to meet me at dinner, and together
we had one of those royal times you read
about. My jimminees bnt these Irish
gentlemen can drink. The next morning
six bottles of soda water set me all right
again. +
We talked over the situation for an hour
Or more, and when we parted Mr.. Parnell,
taking my dexter hand in both Of his,
said Mr.. Josephs, if we only had some
good man to map out the campaign in Ire
land all would be settled in few years. y
I knew what he meant, but thought of a
suffering constituency ut home and
withdrew in silence. His argument
about the land question has settle d
me. didn't go much on the matter at
first but now I'm a regular Lacquer clear
through. All the argument in the world
will never persuade me that al Irishmap
don't know as much as some Of the rest
| of us. met several gentlemen at the
Dublin society who knew as much about
craftsmanship as did, and, / don't hest
tate to say, considerably moro ON other
topics. But when we struck out on how
to run campaign l shone like trade
dollar in 4 pile of pennies.
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