The Irish sketch-book . rockery, a cheese; and crowds of egg andmilk-women are squatted on the pavement with theirragged customers or gossips; and the yellow-hairedgirl, on the opposite page, with a barrel containingnothing at all, has been sitting, as if for her portrait,this hour past. I^j^ Carts, cars, jingles, barouches, horses, and vehi-cles of all descriptions, rattle presently through thestreets, for the town is crowded with company forthe races and other sports, and all the world is bentto see the stag-hunt on the lake. Where the ladiesof the Macgillicuddy family have slept. Heavenknow
The Irish sketch-book . rockery, a cheese; and crowds of egg andmilk-women are squatted on the pavement with theirragged customers or gossips; and the yellow-hairedgirl, on the opposite page, with a barrel containingnothing at all, has been sitting, as if for her portrait,this hour past. I^j^ Carts, cars, jingles, barouches, horses, and vehi-cles of all descriptions, rattle presently through thestreets, for the town is crowded with company forthe races and other sports, and all the world is bentto see the stag-hunt on the lake. Where the ladiesof the Macgillicuddy family have slept. Heavenknows, for their house is full of lodgers. Whatvoices you hear! Bring me some hot watah,says a genteel, high-piped English voice. Hwheresme hot wather, roars a deep-toned Hibernian. Seeover the way, three ladies in ringlets and green tabi-net taking their tay preparatory to setting out. Iwonder whether they heard the sentimental songs of THE STAG-HUNT. 209 the law-marines last night ? they must have beenedified if they My companions came, true to their appointment, 210 THE LAKE. and we walked down to the boats, lying at a coupleof miles from the town, near the Victoria Inn, a hand-some mansion, in pretty grounds, close to the lake,and owned by the patriotic Mr. Finn. A noblemanoffered Finn eight hundred pounds for the use ofhis house during the races, and, to Finns eternalhonour be it said, he refused the money, and said hewould keep his house for his friends and patrons, thepublic. Let the Cork Steam Packet Company thinkof this generosity on the part of Mr. Finn, andblush for shame; at the Cork Agricultural Showthey raised their fares, and were disappointed intheir speculation, as they deserved to be, by indignantEnglishmen refusing to go at all. The morning had been bright enough, but forfear of accidents we took our Macintoshes, and atabout a mile from the town found it necessary toassume those garments and wear them for the greaterpart of the day. Passing by the Victoria,
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