The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1899-10-04

judged, the anti-Catholic Jubilee, for
such Inscriptions were posted on the
walls ~ this: "No Pope here" Down
with the Catholic; and aftsrward we
saw in the papers In Glfsgow that the
mob had bsen more violent than usual
In their annual riot In Belfast.
We reached the end of our railroad jour-
ney at Bantry In time for the outgoing
coach to GlengarIffe.
Bantry Bay ia said to be the finest
natural harbor in the world, and it IL
indeed beautiful sheet OF water twenty
five Dliles long, with a breadth of five
miles. IL is delightfully."- interspersed
with charming islands and grandly
ovsrhaneing mountains; and fresh
water channel reinforced by the noun
tain rills, runs through its length. The
picturesque views are enhanced by the
fantastic shapes into which the ledgy
deposits form themselves One of these
creations resembling sitting figure. Is
called the little old woman of the lake.
and another the two giants. On the
banks there are The ruins OF strong
hold Of tho O'Sullivans, a family Of
many branches in Ireland, judging from
the signs over the doors of the shops.
Our drive Of eleven miles was enlivened
by the usual amount OF varied experiences
such as ara always happening In coach
full OF people, where every one for his
own" Is the motto. One old dowager
French duchess was hound to have every
har knH-f
seat SO that she could have the pleasure
of punching every body in front with
her parasol without being hit herself, she
made life generally intolerable for all
by her complaining and general French
jargon.
During this drive we saw many fair
cyclists spinning along on their wheels,
clothed in ostentatious white costumes,
a style common in Ireland, but one we
can hardly imagine oursel yes adopting,
coasting along our Maine roads in whits
duck dresses. One, more expert and
perhaps more careful OF her complexion,
carried bright red parasol in one hand.
while she steadily guided her wheel with
the other, all the time attentively gazing
at the coach full of people in wonder as
We passed along.
The wide sweep of waters of which we
were masking a circuit in order to reach
Glengariffe. stretched out far into tn
distance aud merged into our great At
lantic. way beyond where the aye could
reach. Our driver pointed to it far ont
In the distance. and hoping to please his
American patrons, said "over cross
there Is New York." IA truth which for
a moment gladdened our hearts as visions
of home. and little farther up the coast.
our Portland friends at that moment en-
joying the.good cheer Of the midday meal,
presented themselves to our minds
On a fine day, instead of this coaching
tour around this incomp arably magnif-
cent bay one can sail across 1t right into
the harbor of GlenGariffe, where the Gaia
mountains riss boldly; and the sugar
loaf peak In front with Its precipitous
rocks and fairy islands beneath forms an
inimitable picture. In the vicinity we
passed the spot where castle of King
tradition was the first Irish ground on
which human foot ever trod.
Glengariffe. called 1.-THE Queen of Beau
ty," is little village somewhat scat
tered, but made up entirely Of hotels and
q postotfiee. Sitting out on the esplan-
AIDES in front of these hotsls, or climbing
tho elevated grounds behind, one sees
rocky promontories. beautiful lakes and
mythical islands reflected in the water, all
clothed with a tropical verdure such as
is said to be found nowhere else In
Europe; there is the arbutus and the
holly, the furze and gorse, the brambIe
ard the tuschsia, and there are large
Patches of purpls Irish heather and gerau-
iums and myrtles and other sub.tropical
plants which ara able to be left unshel.
tered throughout the yeaI-and when the
driver pointed out the beautiful hawthorn
bush, we felt like making the exclama-
tion Of the small boy when he first saw
the letter "a" 1t was on the side of
these mountains that we first noticed the
horses and cows climbing up the hi chest
cliffs where they looked down in an INTEL
ligent attitude ON the carriages as they
passed by.
Inc views from the gardens OF Glenga-
rifle are SO like the creation of fairies that
1t seems perfectly natural that the Irish
should still entertain the idea OF tho old
Celtic spirits; for the people, It is said,
still continue to regard il as certain that
an unseen world of kind fairies, elves
and goDlins still exists around them.
They often think they get sight of a
diminutlve red fairy with little red
cap, and when they see him they are
taught that they must keep their eye
upon him. for If they do not let them
selves lose sight of him, he will bad them
on to wealth and glory. This is no doubt
to tho wise. an allegory; for who cannot
recognize ST. Paul's idea of pressing for
ward to the mark Of the high calling,
stc., in 1t; and the philosophy that
liked purpose, in any endeavor, adhered
to in spits of all difficulties, leads at
last to ID triumphant destiny. has in IL