Morning journal and courier., 1890-09-09
NOTES OF TRAVEL.


 A Visit to Carrick-on-Shann6n-Old Familiar Names Abound-New Ha- ven a City much Heard of In Car rick.
 CARRIcK- COUNTY LE1TR1M, Ireland, August, 1890.-With Scotch mist enveloping the country so that the services of good frieze coat was an agree able covering, the hour of 10 having arrived, took one last fond look of Mo hill, and entering my compartment on the narrow gauge was soon - rattled OCT hill and dale for Dro- mod. where I arrived in good time rnd was soon on the regular line for Car rick Shannon. Here found that one of the passengers on the train with me was his lordship, the Bishop of Longford, a very amiable looking old gentleman.
 Carrick- on Shannon, said I to myself. Many there are in New Haven to-day that would like to exchange places with me; but no, this is my day, and what Carrick has to offer will see. So, strolling over the stone bridge across the river Shannon my attention was attracted to a tailor store, into which I went without 8 moments III. acuuaintance of the three McDermott brothers, the bachelor proprietors of the well known tailoring and draping estab- | lishment of Carrick, where as men and boys they have worked for the past thirty | years and are now well fixed. "New Ha- ven, did says' 'well, " said they in chorus almost, Eff there is any town in America we do know about it's that same New Ha- ven, where friends of ours have been going | for the past forty years. Nothing too good for the man from New Haven" and | felt blessed with their acquaintance, and a ramble through the town with John Nc | Dermott soon convinced me that the name and fame of the Me- | Dermott brothers were known every where in that part of the country. In the course of our ramble I was entertained with description of places and men: | Now, there, for instance, says John, was l Captain McNamara and @ finer man there wasn't in the country round. 'tMay heaven be his bed this night" He had such influence that he saved man from the gallows every year and when he died he was walked three days and three nights and the people focked from near and far | to his funeral A grander one was never seen in these parts.
 Billy Howe's corner, near the Barracks, is an old-time resort, doubtless well re- membered, says he, by many a man in New Haven to-day. Here met an Irish man from Providence, R. l.; who after an absence of thirty years, was paying visit to the town of his birth; and many a "schlanta" was passed before we separated. It was not the shop windows that attracted my attention so much as the names over the doors, where Costello, Dunn, Gorm- ley, Keenan, Barrett, Dougherty appeared on more than one occasion. At noon re- paired to the neat hotel kept by Mrs. Ar thur McDermott, fine comedy widow whose husband was drowned few years ago in the river Shannon. It was said of him, t'he was the most illigant boxer for miles around, and many are the stories told of his feat. of strength, but by all conceded he wa. the first and James Boylan was the nex best. But an end must come to all things and the time for my departure having ar rived mid prayers and blessings, and might almost say the girls crying, bid { fond farewell to Carrick and her hospita ble people, promising to myself the happi ness of a return visit at no distant day my last shout being, Goodbye, boys;
 am off for New Tipperary."