The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1892-12-29

more people are very nice to this day. TIL,
old cathedral contains some sculptures tina
are calculated to astonish the average sight
seer. The immense round tower is almos
perfect, buG the lightning few years ag'
took whack at its conical top and knocked
it out of line, so that it presents comicall,
rakish appearance.
Having exhausted Ardmore and the lon.
afternoon, we returned to Youghal anl
sought the hotel that didn't have any saloon
The young woman of the house was still
mildly suspicious of our right to be at large
but finding we required only ham and eggs
with bed to follow, she concluded to tax,
the risk of keeping us till morning.
/ had just sat down to enjoy a smoke il
the commercial room, when a man wearing
an air Of benevolence and pair of gold eye
glasses looked up from his paper with
yawn. Then he gave me the benefit of 6
comprehensive stare, ending with the salute
Hello, Lieuty! How the devil did you
get here?"
" Paid two and threepence from Dublin
third-class Where does your interest in my
whereabouts come in"
why, Lieuty, don't you know me;
rode Orderly to you for over six months in
the old Sixth Corps. Pm Jimmy Burns, Of
the Old Lincoln Cavalry"
Then we fell upon each others necks with
a howl Of delight that brought in that ever
Neutrality-suspicious. girl, who asked solicit
ously:
g Is he hurting you, Mr.. Burns?"
Hurting me? Yes, begorra, he's hurting
me with delight at the sight of him. Let's
come away to the suffers, Lieuty, and get as
| drunk as boiled owls. Ochone! It's many a
weary mile and year behind Us that same
sutler is The last l heard of him he was
dead in Rochester, N. Yn
Then We compared notes until everybody
! In the house but ourselves was asleep and we
were nodding. He is James Burns, esq.,,
now, he says. "And dacenter men nor me-
self take off their hats to me because made
enough money keeping saloon in the States
to live on the interest Of it here. Sorra the
stroke of work I've done the last 10 years,
and if God spares me strength I'll never do
aDother''
The next morning Mr.. Burns was up with
the lark, and as soon as / said / wanted to 90
up the Blackwater he at once appointed him
self my guide and keeper, to the manifest
relief of that suspicious girl, who casually
remarked:
you'll have trouble to get into trouble as
long as Mr. Burns has you in care, but don't
feel so hopeful for him.
Down at the little wharf we found neat
little steamer which runs up the Blackwater
to Cappoquin twice day. Soon after passing
the bridge the banks slope up on each side OF
the little river to a considerable hight, and
presented at that time beauteous panorama,
of grove, cornfeld, potato patch, cottage
/ Ian nd e. L. Il
interest is Temple Michael Church and
Castle, with near by the relics Of tho Abbey
Of Molanfide.
"Over among those ruins, ~ said Mr. Burns,
with conviction, is the grave of Raymond lie
eros That's Big Raymond in United States
| Irish, you mind: and lively ould black
guard he was by all accounts, for he was a
great crony of Strongbow His grave is over
there among the Abbey ruins, but nobody has
ever been able to find it, because no sooner
was he buried than he pulled his grave in
after himself, so that the devil mightn't know
where to find him.
Next We came in sight of Ballinatray, a
modern but very fine mansion that looks as
though it might be lived in without yearn-
| ing for suicide. Here the river widens out
into beautiful lake, bordered by meadow
and mountain scenery, while directly over
the deepest part of the river arises the wierd
ruins of Strancally Castle In venerable anna
bility, while arising above the dark green
| forest loom up the lofty towers and frowning
| battlements of New Strancally.
Then comes old Dromana Castle environed
in thriving plantations. This was the birth
| place of one Of the Countesses Of Desmond,
who was principally distinguished by not
being called upon to attend her own funeral
for 140 years, and might have been living yet
had her lease of life not been prematurely
abbreviated by her body being crushed by the
fall Of cherry tree.
but how did the tree happen to fall on
her! 10 l asked Of Mr. Burns
"Sure, it didn't happen at all. The tree
had been dead for So years, and waiting ever
since the old lady got married the sixth
time TO fall On her, but couldn't get the
chance"
Further on is Tourin Castle, on the left
bank, while On the right we have the Knockle.
medown Mountains, amid which can be dis
| tinguished the Abbey of La Trappe on Mount
Mellary.
Our boat put its nose up to little wharf
backed by lonely and not too attractive
village.
"This is Campfire" remarked Mr..
Burns.
"Camphor?" remarked, oorrectively and
interrogatiyely.
No, it's Campfire; not something to rub
on your shin when an army mule kicks
you"
'oh, Campire?"
"No, it's no imitation bonfire filled with
metallic wool and alcohol for home guards to
sit around and tell Grand Army lies It's
just Cam -h-i-r-e, little Irish village that
got awfully miscalled when it was too young
TO kick"
From here to Cappoquin the views sur
passed in grandeur all that We had previously
seen on the Blackwater, which Is with con.
siderable justice called the Irish Rhine.
Cappoquin itself is no mean town, as it has
about ], 500 inhabitants, noble bridge, some
fine buildings, and history messy with age.
1t was the ancient dwelling place of the Fitg.
geralds who had noble castle here where
they fought, bled, and drank like the fine old
Irish gentlemen they were
A drive of three miles took us out to Mount
Mellary Abbey, on q beautifully -heathclad
mountain. This abbey is by several degree,
the most utterly hospitable place I ever goi
into With the exception Of few urbans
brothers, especially delegated to do the talk
ing for the community, the monks of thii
abbey can keep their mouths shut In mort
languages at once than a deaf and dumb
asylum. While they are abstemious to Ii,