Other things besides wine, my dear, "improve with age."
There is a pathos about the love of an Irishman for his country that is most touching, and each county vies with the others in patriotic loyalty; and let me whisper in your ear, that the Irish gentry are far and away ahead of "what the world thinks" they are. In fact, they are "deloitful."
I suppose you have noticed the number of "Kills" which form some part of many of the names I have referred to. "Kil" is the Gaelic for "church."
One of my Irish friends told the story of an Englishman who went over to Ireland and fell upon the following conversation between two tough-looking natives:
"I'm afther being over to Kilpatrick," said the first.
"An' I," replied the other, "am afther being over to Kilmary."
"And where are you going now?" asked number one.
"To Kilmore," was the answer.
The frightened Englishman concluded not to tarry in such a bloodthirsty country, and stood not upon the order of his going.