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The Royal Visit to Ireland

No doubt some of our readers have been, at one time or another, in Ireland, especially those who were born there. It is hoped, however, that the following notes may be of some value to those whose attention has now for the first time been attracted to this country by the King's visit.

Many, however, will remember that not very long ago Ireland was the scene of perhaps the most bloodless and humane motor-car encounters of modern times.

The inhabitants of the island (who consist of men, women, and children of both sexes) are full of native character. They are generally fond of animals, especially pigs and "bulls." These latter wear what is known as a Celtic fringe on the forehead.

The principal exports are emigrants, M.P.s, shamrocks, Dublin Fusiliers, Field Marshals, real lace, and cigars.

A full list of "Previous Royal Visits to Ireland and other Countries" will be found in another column of some other paper.


Irish Chambermaid (indignantly, to gay Lothario who has tried to snatch a kiss and been foiled). "Ye dare! If it wasn't for soilin' me hands wid ye I'd kick ye downstairs!"


Dublin is the capital of the country, and is pronounced very much like the English word "doubling," with the final "g" omitted.

PROOF

Master. "Pat, I must say you're very contradictory."

Pat (emphatically). "I am not, sorr!"

The tourist will find the language difficulty comparatively easy, as English is now spoken in most of the large shops.

A few phrases, such as "Erin go bragh," "Begorra ye spalpeen," "Acushla mavourneen," &c., are easily learnt, and the trouble involved is amply repaid in the simple joy of the natives on hearing a foreigner speak their own language.

English gold is accepted in Ireland, and the rate of exchange works out at twenty shillings to the sovereign. Two sixpences will always be accepted in lieu of a shilling.

N.B.—To avoid disappointment to naturalists and others we think it right to mention that since the late raid of St. Patrick there are no snakes of first-rate quality in Ireland.

AFTER A SHOOT IN COUNTY CLARE

Master. "Well, Paddy, what sort of a bag?"

Paddy. "Well, yer honour, countin' the rabbits, there is nine distinct spaycies o' birds!"


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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