The Lamar register., 1920-11-10
Father Boyle Returns From
Europe

and England. returned to Lamar Il
few days ago.
Father Boyle left New York July
3, and spent almost three months on
the other side of the Atlantic.
When asked to give some impress
sions of his trip. he handed The
News several copies of eastern pa
pers which had published accounts
of his trip.
While visiting. on his return. at
Bayonne. New Jersey. he was the
guest OF honor at a meeting OF the
r. o. 1. F.. held in st. Vincent's au-
lows:
He spoke of the pangs of so many
when the steamer prepared to leave
the dock. "The deep-toned siren of
the S. S. Columbia had blown sew
eral long. sonorous blasts. The gang
planks had just been put ashore.
Crowds of passengers stood along the
vessels rails watching closely as the
thusiastic host of spectators on the
pier-many of our friends among
them-are waving farewells and
Watching intently the powerful pro
pellors ehurn the salty foam. From
their hearts they are praying that our
voyage will be a pleasant one. that
all day long we may sit on deck and
drink In to the full the balmy breezes
OF the ocean. Indeed. our trip was
very pleasant for we held lengthy
conversations with our fellow travel
lers from every cline. whose opin-
tons. on many topics. were so OPP
posed to our own. Many OF the
travellers spent hours hanging over
the ships sides pondering on the I'M
measurable expanse OF nature; Its
mysteries. revealed and hidden; Its
how. its why. its birth. its end. From
nothing does one derive such pleas
ure as from trip at sea. At no time
does one feel such an opportunity for
deep, concentrated thought, that Is II
ones companions be informed.
Early on Monday. July IL. we
sighted the hills of Donegal. There
was much animation on board when
the cry OF ''land"was heard along the
decks. None but he who has exper-
fenced 1t can form an idea OF the
delightful throng OF sensations which
rush into an American bosom when
he first comes in sight of Europe.
There is a volume of associations
with the very name.
From that time until the moment
OF arrival it was all feverish excite
ment. The headlands towering into
the clouds. the white-washed cot
tages, the beautiful green fields, were
all objects of intense interest. We
we're now within quarter of mile
of the shore and we could clearly see
The neat cottages with their shrub
berries and green grass plots, the
mouldering ruin of an abbey overrun
with ivy. Even the sounds of laugh
lel anu BIGcliiBS iioh ehS AN
he heard. rising shrilly and clearly
over the roar of the water rushing on
The shore. About 1890 a. II. we
left the large liner at Moville and
proceeded, by the tender, to London
derry The trip up the river Foyle
was like riding through long pic
ture gallery full of lovely land
scapes. The farm houses were my
delight, with thatched roofs. and
slated roofs with ivy up to the
caves.
We reached londonderry about 2
p. N. OF all the thousands OF Amer
lean tourists. who every year sail by
the coast of Ireland, few care to
pause there. and many think of the
island only as poverty-stricken
place. A study OF its history, how
everever. and above all, sympathe-
tic visit made is better to understand
It's cities, villages, scenery and peo-
pie, reveals a multitude of attrac-
tons, to which the great majority OF
mankind are totally Indifferent. and
of whose very existence few save Its