The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1920-09-02

1T HAS been said that Dublin has
more the character of n CONT
mental than an English city; this
is true in a way. but it is not
the first thiog that strikes the visitor
from across the Irish sea. The most
striking thing about Dublin is that It's
architecture bears traces of being all
of one time, says q writer In the Chris
tan Science Journal To us who are
used to the extraordinary hotchpotch
Of London. deriving It's Characters
tics Of brick and stone from every
conceivable century, there Is something
peculiarly attractive about the street
upon street Of square Georgian houses.
London always seems to be In state
of violent reaction against everything
which is called eighteenth century,"
so that those parts Of London which
most resemble Dublin seem most for
eign TO our conception of london it
self. Perhaps II is because 1t is GeOrg-
Ian that Bloomsbury attracts a par
ticular type of inhabitant, as often
as not a cultured foreigner, not to
be found In the urbanity of Mayfair,
nor in the banality of Mazda Vale.
And If you imagine a city where all
the streets are like Great 0rmond
street and the squares like the Blooms
bury squares, you have an honest con-
ception of Dublin.
Nor does the eighteenth century APP
pear in the houses alone; there are
those In Dublin who carry on the ira
dition Of old world courtliness which
has long become rare enough to be re-
r1arkable even in Bloomsbury; ii Is
true that they are few in number even
here, but they are sufficient to leave
a certain fragrance Of other days in
drawing room and coffee house.
Clad in Romance.
Before getting on board the boat
at Holyhead, Great Britain will leave
memories of abject Anglesea in the
travellers mind, and when the waste
of sea reveals ahead of him the first
contours of Ireland, the mountains
rise up to greet him with a very diff
ferent face from that Of the fiat
and cherries little island he has
just crossed. They are almost bla-
family green, so that he must per-
force murmur platitudes beneath his
breath about the emerald isle"
Dubliners are forever conscious Of
those mountains near by; they escape
TO them as often as they can and
endow them with a symbolical mean
Ing. The Dublin mountains seem to
have got misplaced from the far
west; they are that part of primeval
Connacht which has set itself at the
door Of Dublin in order to turn the
heart of the Gael west rather than
east. In the Dublin mountains there
travel to and fro the old Migrants
with whom fingers the memory Of a
Celtic poetry and from whom Synge
and Yeats and the rest have gathered
so much local color.
In Dublin itself this old culture
fingers alongside Of the modern and
English industrialism of the Liffey
and the quaysides. and in the dirty
streets on the north sidea9ne can
still come across a ballad singer with
a little group round HIN.
Charles Lever, wheff Ae was at
Trinity college, dressed as a ballad
singer and earned 30 shillings in the
Dublin streets, and another and even
more famous Trinity college student
earned a crown every now and then
for street song. This young man
was Oliver Goldsmith, whose statue
now graces the entrance to the uni
verslty, than whom no man could be
found more typical OF the best period
Of Dublin's prosperity.
The Bohemian Quarter.
Today all the varied energies, po-
litical, literary, social are concen-
trated into a space bounded by Graf
ton street. Stephens green, Trinity
college ratings and Merton square;
within these limits there Is scarcely
house that does not conceal some
enthusiasm. Not the least Interesting
are the little shops where enthusiasts
seek to turn business into an art:
the "Sod Of Turf" where you can
talk and eat and drink In Gaelic
where the fire is a real turf fire, and
the waitress a real Kerry Gael; the
Crock of Cold" where the genius
which produced James Stephens
is turned to the making
of homespun Jumpers and the like,
so that the streets of somber eight
eenth century Dublin may blaze with
color that would delight a post-im-
then there is the Irish