Penelope's Irish Experiences

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intervened, and in spite of the fact that Salemina has grown a year younger; a mysterious fea

rs of table d'hote, and Salemina walking to the grate and lifting the ugly little paper screen to say, "There is a fire laid; how nice!" As the matron I have been promoted to a nominal charge of the travelling arrangements. Therefore, while the others drive or sail,

walks of Irish life the head of the house, if he is of the proper sort, is called Himself,

ly ask the butler or the coachman rather than a female friend; also, when a female friend has consulted the Bradshaw in my behalf, I slip out and seek confirmation from the butcher's boy or the milkman. Himself would have laid out all our journ

being provocative of fruitless discussion, and adding

purpose. Who that has ever travelled fails to call to mind certain images when the names of cities come up in general conversation? If Bologna, Brussels, or Lima is mentioned, I think at once of sausages, sprouts, and beans, and it gives m

said Salemina drily. "What subtle associati

and Carrickmacross for lace, Shandon for the bells, Blarney and Donnybrook for t

you remembered Limerick by the famous siege, and Balbriggan as the place

ee where Kitty broke the famous pitcher; or to Tara, where the harp that once, or to Athlone, where dwelt Widow Malone, ochone, and so on; just start with an

was on sea or land; still I won't deny that they help the blind, and I should rather like to k

I had a very dear friend, a young Irishman, who has since become a well-known antiquary and archaeologist. He was a

You are so much our superior now that we positivel

Penelope's idea a delightful one; we might add to it a sort of liter

t she had any," in

o her in three different ways: she likes to belittle herself, she likes to shock Salemina, and

, "of course there are Dean Swift

authors named Goldsmith, Ste

na, "and certain great speech-makers like Burke and Grattan and Curran; and how delightful to visit a

land on ea

dies, and

pilgrimage, certainly, before we leave Ireland, but suppose we begin with something less intellectual. This is the most pugnacious map I ever gazed upon. All the names seem to begin or end with kill, bally, whack, shock, or knock; no wonder the Irish m

have been said be

l the Bally places from Ballydehob on the south to Ballycastle or Ballymoney on the north, and from Ballynahi

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sound jolly a

"and the plan is quite worthy

d out boldly for her own project,-even Francesca clinging, from sheer wilfulness, to her worthless and absurd itineraries,-until, in order to bring the