English studies . nd sweet, theybreathe, and swell, and sob, and die away in thedistance at the far end of the lake. The two Irish-men, paid to be merry at so much an hour, hired tomake the tourists laugh, stop their rollicking. Thecloud of a thought passes over their receding fore-heads, too low, one would have said, to harbour amind ; the four foreigners feel the mysterious thrillof a common emotion. They feel that the soul of anation is passing their way, is—who knows ?—per-chance passing away in death. According to the guide book we stop at thecottage to buy the regulation views, and to st
English studies . nd sweet, theybreathe, and swell, and sob, and die away in thedistance at the far end of the lake. The two Irish-men, paid to be merry at so much an hour, hired tomake the tourists laugh, stop their rollicking. Thecloud of a thought passes over their receding fore-heads, too low, one would have said, to harbour amind ; the four foreigners feel the mysterious thrillof a common emotion. They feel that the soul of anation is passing their way, is—who knows ?—per-chance passing away in death. According to the guide book we stop at thecottage to buy the regulation views, and to stand abottle of beer to our boatmen. A ledger awaits ourobservations. I look through it. Everywhere thesame echo of a melancholy sympathy. Whether hewill or no, so soon as he lands in Ireland, theEnglish tourist is moved to compassion. Sic VosnonVobis, writes one ; and another, God save Ireland !But we will search for no subtle motto; writeonly the plaintive name of Ireland : Shan Van Vocht,the poor old woman !.
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