A Letter from Ireland.
As wo entered Dublin Bay on a lovely summer morning, it was difficult to realize that “ the distressful country” lay before us, so smiling way the invitation it seemed to extend. But when the boat steamed up the river to her berth something of the illusion disappeared, and as I stepped ashore some old lines which perhaps l ave never attained the dignity of insertion in The Times involuntarily rose to my mind : “Oh ! Dublin sure there is no doubtin’ “ Is the fiuest city upon the say ; “ ’Tis there you’ll hear O’Connell spoutin', “ And Lady Morgan makin’ tny. “ For it is the capital of the finest nation, “ That ever grew on a fruitful sod ; “ Fightin’ like devils for conciliation, “ And hatin’ each other for the love of God.” O’Connell and Lady Morgan have passed away, but the application of the last two lines remains as true ns ever.
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Waipawa Mail, Volume X, Issue 1022, 14 December 1886, Page 4
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152A Letter from Ireland. Waipawa Mail, Volume X, Issue 1022, 14 December 1886, Page 4
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