The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1903-11-28

who should come wheeling along but Mr.. s.,
who poured the oil of good-fellowship into my
wounds and healed my Inconsistencies We kept on
to Kilcullen village III the valley OF the Liffey
which divides the town into two parts between
which Is very old bridge. We were anxious to
get inside the race course for the night, for all
roads were to be closed at o'clock the next morn
ing, we kept on toward Athy to Fonstown. After
caUvds,ing the country from house to house till
night upon Us, We were offered such | have"
by widow with three chicks" whose rather poor
house. very poorly kept, stood at the foot of the
hill below the main read.
sup of tay' boiled over cracking thOrns; a
biti of meat borrowed from the colonels, near by;
and bread from cared not where. for 1t was
good, made us comfortable internally. \ room
with mother earth for floor; single bed. divided
between us loud ticking clock whose strike
sounded like the arrival of the Dublin express; Il
chick bawling with toothache-all these things
worked together to make hail the morning with
gladness. After partaking of a second edition of
last nights supper we hurry off, for the French
already buzzing and snorting over at the
cooneIs where the Frenchmen are quartered.
They are off! And from seat on a fallen tree
watched the Englishmen, Germans, French
men and Americans. crouching low in their cars,
shoot past us like escaped demons fleeing from the
gates of hell
About noon we rode over to Kildare where
after mixing with the good-natured crowd for an
hour. we parted again-Mr. S. going to Dublin, I
to Maynooth. The next morning III Maynooth
saw fellow with Dublin paper from which he
was reading to a group which stood round him,
and Iasked what the news was; and was told that
the GarmenS bate III the motor race"
Kildare needs introduction to any Irishman,
for where is the lrshman, or the son of one. who
has not heard of the Curragh of Kildare and its
great horse races! But kildare'S renown rests on
greater thinges than these. About 1.500 years ago
Il nun built for herself little house or cell under
oak; it came to be known as the Church of the
Oak, which is Kildare. The nun came to be known
ST. Bright of Kildare, renowned then-and ever
Slnce-fOr her sanctlty and good works. She is
loved and venerated by the Irish people as one of
the chiefest among many saints "Brdget'-some-
times sneered at as having the odor of the kitchen
on its fragrant with the incense of a beautiful
life, and is name to be proud of. The little cell
which she built grew into the largest and most ia
nous nunnery in Ireland. Here, we are told. the
sacred fires never died on the altar for 700 years
till i'll the thirteenth century, when they were ex-
tnguished. But they were again kindled and kept
alive for over 200 years But to its Curragh races
and not its saints is due the present-day notorety
of Kildare!
at is the tower of the Hill of Allen" said the
lad whom lasked about the tower very
spicuous hill few miles north of Kildare. A
castle of the kings of Leinster once adorned the
top of the hill At a public house at the foot of
a hill | asked for the place called the Leap of AL
len, and informed that [ was theno the very
spot where Finn McCoul made great jump an
that is why it is called the lep of Allen"
Across the great bog of Allen on a bog road five
or six feet above the surrounding land from which
the turf has been cut drifting rain, a dreary
enough journey. Although it is not such great
black stretch of chad lands as it once was, yet
under the shadow Of the thick clouds which drift
low across it today, it looks fierce and unfriendly
and [ shall welcome hill to lift out of this
cavern-ike place between black clouds and backer
bog lands; for such day as this if ever 1t will