East Mississippi times. (Starkville, Miss.) 19??-1926, 1910-07-29
EN- ROUTE TO MUNICH.
Miss M. L Montgomery Writes Inter-
estingly Of European Trip.

one is attending a convention in
large city and so the days hav,
slipped by without a line to tell O.
the delightful trip through Irelant
and the great convention that fol
lowed in Glasgow.
Ireland was more beautiful from
queenstown to Dublin than an,
pen, to say nothing of this one, sc
feeble, can picture and as we drove
over green clad hills with gray
walls, spreading branches and haw.
thorn hedges, we wished so vainly
for all the dear, white ribbon wo.
men to share our keen, inexpressa-
BILE enjoyment of this feast of beau
ty. The change from brief
life on the ocean wave" doubtless
enhanced this pleasure, but, with
due regard for this fact, the beauty
and plcturesqueness of the Emerald
Isle will remain in memory as n
bright reality. Cork, with its
rocky walls covered with verdure
and Oftimes crowned with leafy
branches of read, white and blush
hawthorn blooms. emitting a de-
lightful fragrance, intwined with
festoons of yellow blossoms like
our white locusts, only more luxu-
RANT, built on an ascending scale
and overlooking the water is a pic
ture not soon to be forgotten. The
chimes of the famous "Shan
don Bells" on the river Lee foated
as sweetly on the air as in the long
ago, from an English Cathedral in
to which a fort had been changed.
The poem was written by a Catho-
lie priest whose remains lie in a
burial ground adjoining the Cathe-
dral. The sentiment and the rythm
of this poem so appealed to the
fancy of one passed long since over
the river, as to both sweeten and
sadden for the writer the music of
the bells intertwined with the tones
of that voice now hushed in sleep.
What a store-house is memory,
that preserves even the tones of
other years and the law of associa-
tion that often so Unexpectedly un-
locks the door to this wonderful
in this instance bringing to mind
the thought
"Nor height nor depth, nor land nor
Can keep my own away from me-"
How prone, in the old country is
one to fall into revery. A thous-
and scenes bring US into the dim
past and images true and false peo-
pie the brain. From Cork VIC
drove in open coaches to Blarney
Castle. a distance of five miles
through a charming country with
the characteristic features of gray
walls, grass covered hill and vale,
heagea in irregular patches with
hawthorn and the yellow gorse,
gates leading through broad ave-
nues of tees to the large estates of
the gentle, and everywhere Tiny
cottages Of the peasants, many of
them with quaint thatched roofs.
Blarny Castle is only a ruin and
was never much more than a fort
with prison emphasized in dark
subterranean passages still to be
penetrated with tho aid of an arti.
fetal light. To the height rather
than the depth of the castle thi,
particular party wended its wa,
over and up the worn stone step
and from the height of the ruiz
many kissed the famous Blarne,
stone. This is rather hazardous
undertaking but Americans are no
easily baflied and with much dar
ing both men and women ,accomp
.lished the feat The drive a, da,
Or two later to the beautiful lake
Of Killarney, q distance of fourteen
miles through a very differen
countrywide, rugged aud noun
tairous, On the way hither, Mucl