The Irish standard., 1895-10-19
& Sheeis HriEh and rare land, >.
She. is a fond and fair land,
This native land Of mine. :
No men than hers are drawer,
No women than hers fairer.
I'd freely die to. save her. y,
And think my lot divine.

But withal there is one other thing, so
| far imperishable, unfortunately, and that
| is the landlord. Even a landlord who
lives in Ireland is not half as bad as the
landlord who lives out Of Ireland. The
latter not only drains the purse of his ten
ants. but spends it all elsewhere. The
American sees the land, and remember
ing America only, makes all his COM
ments on the superstition that the land is
owned by the tiller thereof. Were such
trlle, Ireland would indeed become pros
porous, and contentment would exist ev-
eryWnhere. But it is not the case, and I'M
til it will be; am certain the day of hap
piness will, not dawn for the Emerald
The drive to Barney from Cork is very
beautiful in every way. The Mardyke
walk in itself is enhancing and well wor
thy of visit. 1t is. limestone rail-
way, with three nicely laid out pathways,
each running between a continual bower
of stately oaks and spreading beech trees.
It is one mile long and about an eighth
Of mile broad. On, one side rises the
hills of Shandon and on the other flows
the majestic River Lee. ].
| 1T MAS Of, this scene that Father Prout
WTOC6.S IL tl2!t
Eshave heard bells Ginning
Fill 7many CLINE in,
Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine,
While at a glib rate,
Brass tongues would vibrate,
. But all their music spoke not like
thine.
For memory dwelling
On each fond swelling
OF thy belfry knelling its bold note free,
Made the bells Of Shandon.
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
The bells still toll on, and the Lee rolls
en- also, but alas! poor Cork is no longer
the city of the past. It is in many re-
spects beautiful, but, responsive to the
country's throb, seems not the business
pulse it should be-active, free and ener-
getic.
The queens college and it's grounds are
also beautiful, and the Good Shepherd
convent and environs are certainly ex-
quisite.
. A little between Cork and Blarney is
:the famous Waterloo lake, wherefron a
white horse comes every Monday morning
| to- browse Efof the nonce on the gentle
Slopes around, and hearing not the call
to the war field of Ireland's victory re-
turns back to his watery home for an
other week.
There are also on the road from Cork to
Barney the famous mud baths for cur
ing rheumatism. Several private resi-
dences dot the landscape all around, and a
tramway with its snorting, tiny engine
lends little novelty to the scene
The lunatic asylum also is adjacent but
no one ever visits there. There is how
ever, every mark Of comfort and care APP
parent.
q The butter xchange, the Shannon
church and the corn market are also to
be seen, besides the famous whisky dis
tilleries, with their towering smokestacks.
Below on Patrick street is the statue Of
the sweet faced friar and apostle Of tenn
perance, Father Matthew, and above on
the hillside are the military barracks.
Then there is also the meat market. or
'eShambles'' as they are called; the court
house, the Jail and st. Fin Bars church
And there is another historic spot, the
/. coal quay VIII erein the women shuck-
!sters. aelL anything and every thing from
a lace handkerehie to q head OF abbage.
They will, despite their appearance. treat
you poll tely !, but please don't distur their
temper Yet bhe american lady can ask
any question and beget civil lily. and kind
ness Cork most certainly has d warm
corner In it's heart5for the American. s.