The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-05-02

vain for the stlrrup on which to remount its
foaming charger. So, 0 Lord, let thine
enemies perish !"
Ireland,
AS seen from car window, from Belfast
southwark resembles Madison county in
New York. 1t reminds one of the country
along the Bound Brook railroad between
Trenton and Philadelphia But instead of
the large, well-built farmhouses found in our
rural districts in the United States, we here
see multitude of small, one-story stone cot
tages. In Protestant Ireland, north of Bess-
brook, these little huts are neatly matched
with clean straw and are well whitewashed,
and scrupulously clean. In this part of the
Emerald Isle everything indicates content
ment, prosperity, and thrift. The moment
we pass over the line into Catholic Ireland,
we Immediately observe a change. The coun-
try is just as fertile, but it no longer appears
to be well titled Everything has slip-shod
air and the little cherries huts in which the
people live, have evidently never made the
acquaintance of whitewash- brush. The
matching is no longer clean but has dingy,
weather beaten look. 1t is hard to UNDER
stand how human beings can live in such
damp, utterly comfortless, dirty little dens.
In America man would be arrested for
cruelty to animals if he kept cattle in such
miserably, filthy huts. If John Howard
Payne had seen these homes, it is question
able whether he would have ever written that
immortal hymn
" Mid pleasures and palaces where'er we may
roam.
Be it ever SO humble, there's no place like home.
A charm from the skies seems to hallow US here,
Which seek through the world is meier met with
elsewhere.
Home home, sweet home.
There's no place like home.
/ am not fanatic, but from what have
seen in Mexico and South America, feel
that it may safely be affirmed that wherever
the Romish church gains controlling power,
there the green tree of temporal prosperity is
smitten with curse. And while we are
speaking of religion in passing, it may be
remarked that there are four million Catholics
and twelve hundred thousand Protestants in
Ireland Of the last named there are over
half million of Presbyterians.
At Drogheda, our train rushes over the
Boyne across a splendid viaduct ninety-fve
feet high. 1t is only week since the ami.
versary of the battle of the Boyne was cele-
brated in this quaint old town, but, as We
now see it, it looks as if it had been asleep
for at least hundred years. 1t is one of the
most unique places that we have ever seen.
1t is city of low, matched, grimy looking
stone huts. The streets are very narrow and
unpaved. 1t has about 1000 inhabitants.
From the 14th to the 18th century it was the
chief military station of Ulster. In 1649,
Cromwell took it by storm and put 1000 of
its garrison to the sword. The day after the
battle of the Boyne fought at Oldbridge,
four miles west) it surrendered to William
III, in 1890.
Beyond Drogheda we pass through the
town of Balbriggan, celebrated for its stock
ing factories, busy, but by no means pros
porous looking place. Further on we skirt
along the beautiful shores of the Irish sea,
and about one o'clock we reach Dublin, one
of the dirtiest cities in the world, very par
adise of poverty and filth. At the depot we
engage two jaunting cars, and with our legs
dangling wildly in the air, we set out to do
the town. First of all we visit the castle
concerning which we have heard SO much.
1t is fine building, but it is altogether un-
like what we had pictured it to ourselves.
From the castle with its numerous red
coated guards, we drive up long, dusty,
wind-swept street past divers ginshops and
vast breweries out to Phoenix park, one of
the largest and most magnificent pleasure
grounds in the world. 1t is seven or eight
miles in circumference. Its broad, smooth
drives are shaded by grand, old trees. Its
acres of green sward are magnificent. In
some respects it reminds one of Paramount
park. On the main drive we saw the spot
where Lord Cavendish and Mr.. Burke were
killed. After we had passed on our way We
asked our driver what he thought of the
Land League. ''Ah be dad" said he, it
does the country more harm than good"
And SO all the Irishmen with whom we have
spoken have, without exception, deprecated
the actions of those who are engaged in
twisting the British lions tail They all ap-
pear to be agreed that it does Ireland and the
Irish people more harm than good Before
leaving Dublin our ladies purchased some
linen pocket handkerchiefs, and found them
quite as expensive as at home.
AT nine o'clock in the evening we sail from
Dublin, bound for Liverpool, and our brief
stay in Ireland has increased our respect for
its kind hearted inhabitants. God bless
them. They are our country's most admir-
ing friends They always carry our starry
flag at the head of their holiday parades, and