But the numerous shops wuz full of the loveliest goods of all kinds, and politer creeters than them clerks I don’t want to see.
St. Patrick’s Cathedral wuz of course one of the first places we visited. They say that this wuz built, in the first place, by St. Patrick himself about fourteen hundred years ago, but if that wuz so, I thought St. Patrick would feel sorry for the filth and wretchedness that surrounded the meetin’-house up to the very door.
There wuz a magnificent carved marble sarcophagus of Archbishop Whateley, with his own marble figger stretched out on top of it.
And a monument to that kinder queer, kinder mean, smart chap, Swift, and a tablet to poor Stella, who would a-done better if she had married some other feller, mebby not so smart, but better natered and a better provider.
Poor creeter, I’m sorry for her!
There wuz lots of other interestin’ monuments and memorials, but Time and Martin wuz in a hurry, so we did not delay.
We visited Trinity College, the castle, the beautiful part of the city where the rich folks lived, and the Liberties, where it seemed as if all the liberty the poor creeters had wuz the liberty to be jest as poor and degraded and nasty as they could be.
There wuz beautiful parks, one on ’em over eighteen hundred acres in it, full of beauty, and we see lots of statutes, erected to the great men who had been born in Dublin—the Duke of Wellington, the great orator, Daniel O’Connell, etc.
The monument to Nelson, the hero of the Nile, is one hundred and ten feet high before he stands up on it, and he is 11 feet high.
He is in a sightly place.