Morning journal and courier., 1892-09-09
IRELAND REyIsITED.

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Hugh Reynolds Writes OF His Visit
to His Native Country-Some Irish
Bulls-An Englishman Who Hated
But One American, Governor NC
Kinley.
LONDON, Aug. 80. 1s9s.-The trials and
of New Haven wanderer
cropping his way through Europe may not
be devoid of interest to readers of the
CouR1ER. arrived in Ireland on the 9th
inst; I visited my native place, which 1
left thirty-fve years ago. Next I visited
Blarney castle and kissed the famous
Barney stone. then wended my way to
the Lakes of Killarney. A party of us |
Americans set out from Killarney in |
four wheeled vehicle for the head of the |
lakes, fifteen miles distant. Five miles of
the distance is up rugged mountain side.
Tourists have to go over the mountain on
the backs of ponies. The ponies are rather
email weigh two hundred and sixty-fve
pounds. When mounted I asked my
guide if there was any reason to fear that
my pony would run away with me he an
swered:
"Faith he won't; he Is like a game
cock"
asked why the pony was
| like q game cocka
My guide answered: stIndeed, sir, he
would rather die than rum"
| When our party were all mounted we
headed for pass in the mountain known
to fame as the Gap of Dunloe. At this
stage of the journey began an ordeal try
| ing in the extreme. It WAS with great diff
iculty that kept my equilibrium on the
pony. We were beseiged by horde of
I wretched looking people offering all sorts
of trumpery for sale.
| Our difficult ride through the Gap of
Dunloe came to an end at last, and We
found ourselves at the head of the lakes,
where boats which had been sent from the
hotel awaited us. We were quickly seated
in the boats and we we're being waited
down the lakes. The lakes and the sur
rounding scenery inspire one with feel
ing of pleasurable admiration, which is
fittingly expressed in the words of Tom
Moore:
Oh, who that has ever bad nature complete
Would ask how we feel it or why it is sweet =?
Our party left Killarney en- route for the
lakes under cover of umbrellas. Later on,
the sun came out of his hiding place. The
rain clouds were dispelled and we were
favored with delightful day. We were
| 6oOo
fortune on escaping drenching, when one
of the boatmen broke into the converse
ton and said:
"And shure, sir, it didn't rain this
morning, what you thought was rain was
, only the perspiration of the mist. What
We call rain here is Killarney shower"
I asked him what he meant to have III
understand by Killarney shower.
"When it rains twenty. one days, sur,
was the reply
8 It rained in torrents during good dea
3 of the time which spent in Ireland. In
deed, I7began to think that an unpropitiou
fate had pushed me into the front end o
a Killarney shower of the first magnitude
| In the intervals between sunshine ant
: showers visited the old Irish house o
/ parliament, Dublin castle and Guinness {
i, Co.'S brewery.
g On board the steamer going from Dub
lin to Holyhead fell In with an English
man, who pxoved to be manufacturer o
cotton goods in Manchester. He shove
II me every possible attention on the groun
K | that was an American. He declared tbs
there was only one American whom he df
" not like. He did not leave me long i
:. doubt ss to whom the obnoxious America
( could be. He explained that
r. HE MEANT GOVERNOR M'KINLEY OF oHIt
.t My new English friend took the sam
train the next morning at Holyhead te
r Chester. He did me great service on Il
- train by pointing out the principal points {
Z. interest along the north coast of Vale
e; which we travelled for nearly one hundre
8; miles. While on the train my friend 81
g. gagged in political discussion with part
y of Engishmen. was pleased to hear hi
D, declare his political creed thus:
7. am liberal in most things; radical
K: some things; home ruler in all things.
r At Chester we parted, he going
Manchester and to London. When I WI
left alone to commune with myself, sal
"Weu there is at any rate one Englis
at man whom / can like"
of At this writing find myself in Londc
very tired, trying to see all the great o
ed jects of interest in the shortest poseib
ad time. I am amazed at the size of Londo
-, In few days expect to go into the lar
.. of the ancient Gauls. If the people
Mt France deal kindly with me you may he
of from me again. HUGH J. REYNOLDS
NJ Wedding at st. Mary's Church.
as Miss Margaret O'Neil became MI
ID. Edward J. Carney at 9 O'Clock yesterd
Ar morning in St. Mary's church. A nupti
t.. high mass was celebrated by the Re
he Father Higgins, who of6ciated at the eel
an monies. After a short wedding trip t
happy couple will take up residence