À propos of this, in coming home this evening I read on a great sign, at the door of a dingy little drug-shop near the Liberties, the following combination of enterprise and patriotism (which struck me as being odd, and which, for your amusement, I transcribed, punctuation points and all):
“Prepared Castor Oil a penny a dose!
God Save Ireland?
Epsom salts 4 doses for a half-penny!
God Save Ireland?
Seidlitz Powder 6 pence a box!
God Save Ireland?”
and so on, all the way to the bottom, until God had saved Ireland, I think, some fifteen or sixteen times, but always after a powerful physic; the last line of the placard was,—
“Home Rule Forever!
God Save Ireland?”
FROM CORK TO KILLARNEY.
SARAH J. LIPPINCOTT.
[Mrs. Lippincott, the favorite “Grace Greenwood” of former American readers, was the author of several works of European travel. The following selection is from her “Haps and Mishaps of a Tour in Europe,” and includes her interesting description of Blarney Castle, Killarney, and the country between.]
The passage from Holyhead to Kingstown was accomplished in four hours; but throughout the trip I felt that I would sooner cross the Styx to the Plutonian shores than attempt it again. I thought that I had sounded the lowest depths of mortal suffering in the way of sea-sickness, but I found that my Atlantic experiences were but a faint prelude to a mild suggestion of this.