List of Illustrations
Volume II.
| PAGE | |
| Cross and Tower of Monasterboice (See [page 259]) | [Frontispiece] |
| Queenstown Harbour | [3] |
| Shandon Church Tower | [9] |
| Cork | [13] |
| An Old-style Irish Car | [19] |
| A Modern Irish Car | [23] |
| Blarney Castle | [31] |
| Gougane Barra | [35] |
| Bantry Bay | [41] |
| Glengarriff Bay | [51] |
| Hungry Hill | [55] |
| Killarney and About There | [63] |
| St. Finian’s Oratory, Innisfallen | [65] |
| On the Road from Cork to Kerry | [69] |
| Cloisters of Muckross Abbey | [73] |
| The Eagle’s Nest | [77] |
| Ross Castle | [81] |
| The Gap of Dunloe | [85] |
| The Black Valley | [89] |
| Valentia | [93] |
| The Skelligs Rocks | [97] |
| Limerick Castle | [101] |
| The Shannon and Its Lakes | [105] |
| Kincora | [107] |
| An Irish Piper | [111] |
| The Stone of the Divisions, Westmeath | [117] |
| Athlone Castle | [121] |
| Claddagh | [135] |
| Judge Lynch’s House, Galway | [141] |
| The Church of the Canons, Aran | [155] |
| Achill Island | [163] |
| Cathedral Caves, Achill | [171] |
| In Connemara | [175] |
| Kylemore Castle | [179] |
| Killary Harbour | [183] |
| A Detail of Sligo Abbey | [191] |
| Donegal Castle | [197] |
| Lake of Shadows, Donegal | [203] |
| Derry | [209] |
| The Honeycomb, Giant’s Causeway | [217] |
| Carrick-a-Rede | [227] |
| Grave of St. Patrick, Downpatrick | [241] |
| The Stone of Destiny, Tara | [255] |
| Trim | [261] |
| The Round Tower, Kells | [267] |
| The Cross of Kells | [271] |
| Crosses of Clonmacnois, Donegal, Slane,and Moone Abbey | [275] |
| Holy Well, Kells | [279] |
Romantic Ireland
CHAPTER I.
QUEENSTOWN, CORK, AND BLARNEY
QUEENSTOWN has been called a mere appendage to its harbour, and, truly, it is a case of the tail wagging the dog, though the residents of Cork will tell you it is Cork Harbour, anyway, and Queenstown is nothing but a town that was made by the American War of Independence, and by the emigration rush that, during the past sixty years, has deprived Ireland of more than half her population.
Be this as it may, the harbour dwarfs everything else about the town. Above the enormous expanse of sheltered water, the little town piles itself up on the overhanging cliffs, pink houses, yellow houses, white houses, like a veritable piece of Italy. It is always warm here, or almost always. In the winter time, the temperature is seldom severe, and, in the summer, it is one of the finest yachting centres in the United Kingdom.
The “Beach” of Queenstown is truly Irish, since it is not a beach at all, but a fenced street full of shops, occupying the place where a narrow strand once ran.