The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-07-17
Il kiLi.AH>Ei Is VISITED m THE
CELEBRATED NKITEH.
MRS. KATHERINE lyman -AlkXSOR
\ LINELA Description OF THE
ROMANTIC LOO AI.IrN.
AMERICANS NOT POPULAR THERE
THEY DON'T REMAIN LONG. E\OI Gii
TO sat ANDER MO\EI.

Katherine ynan-llinkSon. the famous
Irish authoress, recently visited i\illar-
ney and wrote the following sketch of
that beautiful spo, for the New York
Independent, which STYLES her the Eng
lish writer"
1t was Shelly who, writing from the
Italian lakes. said they were the most
beautiful things in all the world except
Killarney. | had not hungereu after
Killarney all my days, assoriating it
with cheap excursions and throngs of
sightsec:s. and had not then leard
Shelly's verdict. Wha, found when at
last visited it was Il paradise Of lake
and wood and mountain as scqucs;crcd
as though the tourist were not Here
and there a boatload or carload of p"o-
travelling cap and tweeds, and his wo-
men folk with short skirts and
mackintoshes and the inevitable tweed
cap, are indeed out Of keeping with The
scenery; but except for these insgnili-
cant human mites. there is nothing to
tell that Killarney is a tourist resort:
No merry -go-rounds or switchbarks, nn
dancing saloons. no giant ADVERTISE
mcnts. Just a little ,nlidy Irish town
with every second house Il hotel,
| dropped in the midst of divine lowell
ness. For Killarney being unspollrd
we have to thank the fact that my Lord
kenmare and Mr.. Herbert of Murkruss
divide the ownership OF this Eden be-
tween them. Therefore. we pay without
glumbing the somewhat numerous .,nil-
lings which are the toll for entering the
estate OF one or the other gentleman.
The people, too, remain absolutely un-
spoiled. They sui, the landscape, being
straight-faced olivo-sktlned. velvet
eyed people, of Il melancholy dignity.
They are as grave as Spanish dons, and
MS gracious.
here was Patrick Doyle, my nuny
boy, the day we went through tn" tsap
OF Dunloe. lie was like a statue of
bronze. can still see the grave, beau
, F., tifnl face on which looked dawn from
my pony that day. and hear the soft
voice with the Kerry wall in ii. 1t w,s
ms last summer as a Killarney pony boy.
Inc spring should see him travelling
over the green fields of Amcrcay," as
| their song has 1t.
| M
| them. He might have gone to London
with gentleman as groom, or to a Bel
last clergyman whose daughters purse
he had found and restored; but cvci,
Belfast was less homelikc than America
in his dreams. "rhere's Il power goes
| from his pace ev""y year., he SAYS;
an sure my own sisters married i'm
| Buffalo. "rwon't be like IL strange place
at ALL" ..
looked round the magnificent gloom
OF the Black Valley. and over the bugs
covered with heather and up to the
| peaks soaring to heaven whore the eagle
has its cyrie. Buffalo. swrlcring in
heat, parchcd with cold. the h,ltldl"d,
high. squalid houses where the Irish
emigrants forcgathcr and remain for
the most part-did he know what he
was going to?
Try to go West. Patrick" said.
Don't stay in the towns. Push out
| to the woods and prairics, where there
! is work for strong hands,.
He looked at me duub.fully.
They say thcr's a fine living to I've
made in Buffalo," he answered.
! You'll be a good boy Patrick, and
not forget your religion"
Sure what would be without il":'
he said. "risn't likely I'd go to be
forgcltin' it,"
But alas! they do forget it, Among
! their valleys and mountains they are as
safe as lambs in the fold You have
! but to look a. the unsullrd eyes. Grave
sin is unknown among them But in
/ the great cities the most innocent are
[, often soonest cast away, and once lost
sink to the dccpcs, depths.
Lilies that fcsrcr smell far worse
than weeds"
II woudn, be askin to leave il. in
deed he says, looking round with Il
shadow of regret on his face, "only fOc
the father an mother. 'Tis Il trinr
can make for them here compared wild
the lashins' an LAWNS TO be picked ,:p
| in America; an the fathers never been
the same since a load o hay fell on MIN
two summers ago. an the mother
crippled the rhcumatics.
You're not leaving them all alone
patrck"'
NO. maam; there's little hi, Of Il
/ bye. a brother, wild them; an Larry
another brother q mine. doas he srndin
them home Il bit continual. He was
lDoI: away by an English gentleman. an
is h&in' finely after the horses.
The pony boys are as gentle and rs
long suffering with the inexperienced
r!ie':, as tie ponic; themselves. The
ponies are little broad backed, sure-foot-