Limerick or Galway the county may be explored. On the journey by rail
from Limerick, beyond Long Pavement, we come on a fine view of Cratloe
woods. An ancient saint referred to Cratloe as "a pleasant seclusion
from sin"; but in later times it became a haunt of rapparees, and its
thick foliage provided what Spenser would call "a meet house for
rebels." In later times Freney, a noted highwayman, whose exploits
delighted the Irish peasant, here found a refuge. Bunratty Castle was a
strong place in feudal times. Here Rinuccini, the Papal Legate to
Ireland in 1641, sojourned, and his papers contain many references to
the picturesqueness of the surrounding country, and its herds of wild
deer. Between Newmarket and Ardsollus is Dromoland, the seat of Lord
Inchiquin, and the birthplace of William Smith O'Brien, the aristocratic
leader of the revolutionists of 1848. Crossing the Ardsollus river, we
are near Quin Abbey, an old Franciscan Priory, and Clare Castle, which
took its name from an old watch tower in the river Fergus. ~Ennis~ is
the chief town in the County Clare. It is more quaint than important. It
is pleasantly placed on the river Fergus, and is a clean town, doing a
thriving business with the country. The principal monument in the
town is to Daniel O'Connell, who was returned for Clare in the famous
election of 1828. The ashes of the controversy that raged around
O'Connell in his lifetime are long since dead, and if one wanted proof
of this it is in the recent biography of the great agitator which
appears in the "Heroes of the Nation" series. In that, the famous Clare
election is treated with true historic discrimination by the writer, who
compares the bravery of the Clare peasants at Ennis to the gallant
Covenanters standing up against Claverhouse's Dragoons at Bothwell
Bridge. From Ennis, by car and light railway, Ennistymon, Lehinch,
Lisdoonvarna, and Ballyvaughan may be reached. At Ennistymon there is a
splendid cascade on the Innagh river. ~Lisdoonvarna~ possesses the
best known Spa in Ireland. It is come-at-able from Milltown-Malbay or
Ennistymon. Its friends have called it "The Cheltenham of Ireland." It
cannot be pretended that the immediate scenery is attractive, but there
are many interesting drives in the vicinity. The hotels and lodgings are
good. The sixth century Church of Saint Cronan, pleasantly placed in an
ash-grove, will give those of an antiquarian taste opportunity of
beguiling their time during a stay at the beneficial chalybeate and
sulphurous springs. The drives from Lisdoonvarna may include tours to
Ballyvaughan and the Cliffs of Moher. The drive by Black Head, the
north-eastern promontory of county Clare, gives one a fine view as far
north as the Arran; then we approach Ballyvaughan, in Galway Bay, an
out-of-the-way old world village. Its approach is by a spiral hill, over
two miles in length, called "The Corkscrew-road." The sides of the stony
hills are interspersed with the most delicate maiden-hair fern, growing
wild. There are two small but neat hotels in Ballyvaughan. From this
little town Galway might be visited by steamer and the Arran Isles by
hooker. ~Kilkee~ is admittedly the best bathing-place in these islands.
It is dashed into with the full force of the Atlantic, but with the
countless nooks fitted into the rocky coast-line, there are numbers of
sandy strands suitable for bathing. Here, situated in the very outpost
of the West of Ireland, it is as up-to-date and as go-a-head as some of
its more fashionable rivals, while in natural advantages it excels them
all. It is easy of access by land and sea. The town is protected by a
long reef of rock, called "Duggerna." The cliff scenery is very
beautiful. The spots to visit are The Puffing Hole, Saint Senanus' Holy
Well, Bishop's Island, with its beehive cells and Green Rock. A tour to
Loophead will bring one in sight of a long line of cliff scenery.
~Lehinch~ and Liscanor Bay promise to become the best patronised golf
links in Ireland. Right in front of the little town is a splendid
strand, and local enterprise has been auxiliary to nature in making the
spot attractive. ~Spanish Point~ also possesses splendid strands, where
sea-bathing may be enjoyed with safety. Two miles away is
~Milltown-Malbay~. The town is business-like, and the coast-line in the
vicinity is associated with weird tales of wreckers; there some of the
unfortunate Spaniards came to grief in 1588. The ~Cliffs of Moher~ may
be visited from Milltown, Lehinch, or Lisdoonvarna. Going up the road
from Lehinch to ~Liscanor~ we pass a Holy Well dedicated to Saint
Brigid. The only cliff scenery in the British Isles to compare with that
of Moher is at the Orkney islands. They make a magnificent embroidery
into the red sandstone along the coast-line for four miles, rising in
heights varying from 440 to 700 feet. From their height on a clear day
the distant Isles of Arran may be seen, and the whole surroundings make
as gorgeous a seascape as is to be found anywhere in the world. An
observer will readily recognise that the quaint craft which the
fishermen still use in the vicinity of Moher, as indeed elsewhere in
Clare, is the ancient coracle. ~Kilrush~, on the Lower Shannon, is
chiefly of interest to the antiquary. It can be reached from Limerick,
by the Shannon, as pointed out already, and from Kilkee by Rail. By a
ferry from a slip at the foot of the little town, the holy island,
Scattery, the shrine of Saint Senanus, may be reached. The Round Tower
is in good preservation, and the remains of the Seven Churches can
still be traced. Saint Senanus' bed is still pointed out. No peasant
woman who wishes to be a mother will ever enter this hallowed spot. The
legend of Saint Senanus is similar to that of Saint Kevin. He was
haunted by the love of a woman from whom he flew. Thomas Moore in verse
tells us the hard-heartedness of both the anchorites:--
"Oh! haste, and leave this sacred isle,
Unholy bark, e'er morning smile,
For on thy deck, though dark it be,
A female form I see.
And I have sworn this sainted sod
Shall ne'er by woman's feet be trod."
"Oh! Father, send not hence my bark,
Through wintry winds and billows dark;
I come with humble heart to share
Thy morn and evening-prayer;
Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint,
The brightness of thy sod to taint."
The lady's prayer Senanus spurned,
The wind blew fresh, the bark returned;
But legends hint that had the maid
Till morning's light delay'd,
And given the Saint one rosy smile,
She ne'er had left his lonely isle.
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Cliffs of Moher.]
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Kilrush.]
[Illustration: Country Car.]
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Galway and District.
Leaving the County Clare by rail we cross into Galway, between Crusheen
and Tubber. Beyond the marshy country on the right, away in the
woodlands, nestles Loughcootra Castle. The great lake from which the
place takes its name covers eight square miles. The hundreds of islets
here scattered about its surface are the homes of thousands of herons.
The country people have a belief that this bird is a messenger of good
omen, and never interfere with it or its young. There is a beautiful
legend in Irish of a heron which visited St. Columba, at Iona, a
traveller from his own country. This story is recorded in the
interesting life of the saint written in the seventh century by Adamnan,
one of his successors; a beautiful version in English tells of the saint
rising at dawn of day after a dream of the coming of the bird:--
"He looked out over the dreary moor,
Over the hill so bleak and hoar--
'A bird from the land I revisit no more
Has come to visit me,
Dear Innisfail from thy fragrant shore--
Land of my own I shall see no more--
Across the driving sea.'
Then he left his prayer, and 'Brother,' he said,
'Take to thee corn, and oil, and bread,
A bird has alit--half frozen, half dead--
Upon our southern strand.
Then warm him and feed him with gentle care,
And chafe his wing's and anoint him there,
He comes from my own loved land--
From my own loved land,' and the old Saint wept;
But the Monk arose, while the others slept,
And warmed the heron, and fed and kept
The bird for a day and night.
So Columb feeling, though far away,
For Ireland's soil--like the Gael to-day--
One favour in heaven's sight."
The magnificent residence was designed and erected similarly to East
Comer Castle (by Nash, who remodelled Windsor) for Lord Gort, the head
of the Vereker family, at a cost of £70,000. The black hand of the
famine of 1847 fed on this property, like many another in Ireland, and
it passed from its owners under the Encumbered Estates Act. Cove Park,
the residence of Lady Gregory, is just outside Gort. Her Ladyship has
found a way to the hearts of the country people by her sympathy with the
Irish language movement. Her volume, "Mr. Gregory's Letter Box," is a
valuable contribution to the history of Ireland in the first three
decades of the nineteenth century. Sir William Gregory's Memoirs it is
that contain the circumstantial version of the Cabinet scandal, in which
the name of the Hon. Mrs. Norton (George Meredith's "Diana of the
Crossways") figures. The story of the leakage of the State secret is as
follows:--
"When Sir Robert Peel determined to repeal the Corn Laws he
consulted a portion of his Cabinet. They were Sidney Herbert, Lord
Lincoln, Sir Jas. Graham, and Lord Aberdeen, all of whom determined
that the repeal of the Corn Laws should be kept a profound secret
until the whole of the Cabinet had assembled. That same evening
Sidney Herbert dined _tête-à-tête_ with Mrs. Norton, the well-known
object of his attachment, and with whom he was infatuated. Before
dinner was over she wormed out of him the secret of the Cabinet.
After dinner she pretended to go to see a sick friend for a short
time, and returned in half-an-hour. In the meantime she had taken a
cab and driven down to the _Times_ Office, and saw Barnes, the
Editor, and told him the Government were going to repeal the Corn
Laws. Barnes said to her, "If you have no proof I shall not detain
you, but if you have you shall have £500." She gave him the chapter
and verse, and returned to poor Sidney Herbert with the cheque in
her pocket. The next day the announcement was made in the _Times_
which astounded all England. This was on the 5th December, 1845.
The other papers disbelieved it. Lord Derby and the Duke of
Richmond left the Government."
In the heart of a stony country beset with high fences and rough copple
stones, stands the little town of ~Gort~, The military stationed there
now add to its importance. Kilmacduagh, at the base of the Burren Hills,
contains a church (seventh century) of St. Colman, the Blue-eyed, and a
Round Tower leaning out of the perpendicular. In pre-historic times all
this country side at the foot of Burren, from Gort to Loughrea, and for
miles apart, is said to have been the favourite hunting-ground of Queen
Maev. ~Kinvara~, away on an inlet of Galway Bay, is a fishing village,
and the locality is celebrated for the "succulent oysters"--which in the
season are to be found in every restaurant in Dublin. The antiquary will
find his way easily to Corcomroe Abbey--the church is still in a good
state of preservation. Donald More O'Brien, King of Limerick, is
commonly believed to have built it in the twelfth century. It
subsequently became subject to Furness, in Lancashire. Donough O'Brien,
King of Thomond--killed in battle in 1267--is buried here; his monument
discloses the rude magnificence of his attire. The effigy is looked upon
by scientists as an example of the attire of an Irish King of the
thirteenth century.
~Athenry~, as its name, the "Ford of the Kings," signifies, and its
ruins testify, was of old a place of renown. The tower is entered by a
small gate tower; before it stands the quaint market cross, on one side
is the Virgin and Child, on the other the figure of the Crucified. The
base is relieved with deer and wolf hounds, and at the corner an angel
holds a scroll, the legend of which is defaced. The Franciscan Priory
(1464), despite the attempt to modernise it, has still two thirteenth
century windows, and the south transept has the remains of a very
beautiful window. The Dominican Priory is said to have been erected at
the personal request of St. Dominick in 1241. So late as 1644 it was the
seat of a university acknowledged by Rome.
~Tuam~ is now of little importance. It is to ecclesiastics, however, of
interest, as the centre of an Archiepiscopal See. The statue to John
MacHale is worth seeing. He was well known in the first part of the
nineteenth century as "John of Tuam." An uncompromising Ultramontane, he
translated Homer into Gaelic, and O'Connell in one of his speeches
called this great patriot bishop "The Lion of the Fold of Judah." The
ancient cross in the square is a good specimen of the Irish stone
crosses.
~Galway~ still possesses the evidence of its former greatness. To-day it
is simply an old world city in the midst of a sporting county. Of old it
was a strong-walled town, ever on the alert against alarm and foray,
with its harbour crowded with the warships of Spain and the merchantmen
of many a foreign port. There is a famous map of the city, dating back
to 1651, when the then Lord Deputy Clanricarde pledged the town to the
Duke of Lorraine. It shows a walled-in town with fourteen gates, each
guarded by a watch-tower.
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ At Galway.]
In the twelfth century, when De Burgo conquered O'Connor, he made Galway
the citadel of his western possessions. During the next century there
gathered into the prosperous town from far and near adventurers and
merchants--the Blakes and the Bodkins, the Lynches, the Morrises, the
Martins, the Joyces, &c.; founders of the great families, whose names
have since been inseparable from Galway. In after times the clanship and
attachment of these families to their members and each other, drew from
the Scripture-loving Puritans the scornful appellation--"The Tribes of
Galway"; but the expression was afterwards adopted by the Galway men as
an honourable mark of distinction between themselves and their cruel
oppressors. In old times the merchant princes of the place were renowned
for their hospitality, which they carried to such an excess that the
civil authorities interfered with it, in 1518, with a law to the effect
that
"No man of this town shall oste or receive into their houses at
Christmas, Easter, nor no feaste elles, any of the Burkes,
MacWilliams, the Kellies, nor no cepte elles without license of
the Mayor and Councill, on payn to forfeit £5; that neither O nor
Mac shall strutte nor swaggere through the street of Gallway."
Indeed, the O's and Mac's seem to have made their history by more than
enjoying the hospitality of their neighbours, and what was not given
them willingly they at times took by the strength of their right hands.
Over the western gate of the city was the following meaningful
inscription:--
"From the fury of the O'Flaherties, good Lord, deliver us."
The trade with Spain was for centuries a source of great prosperity to
the town, and those familiar with the characteristics of Spanish
architecture will see much in Galway to remind them of it. The sympathy
of the townspeople seems always to have been with the leaders of forlorn
hopes in Irish history. It was almost destroyed by Ludlow for its
fidelity to the King in 1652, and having been rebuilt, it again fell
before the siege trains of the victorious Ginckle in 1691 after the
battle of Aughrim, the Culloden of Ireland. With the fall of the
Jacobite standard in that battle, the hopes of the western Irish
declined. The surviving sons of most of the old families sought service
abroad in the armies of France, Spain, and Austria. There are many love
songs of the time in Irish, which have been translated, such as--
AFTER AUGHRIM.
Do you remember long-ago,
Kathaleen!
When your lover whispered low--
"Shall I stay or shall I go,
Kathaleen?"
And you answered proudly, "Go,
And join King James and strike a blow
For the Green."
Mavrone! your hair is white as snow,
Kathaleen,
Your heart is sad and full of woe--
Do you repent you bade him go,
Kathaleen?
But still you answer proudly, "No,
Far better die with Sarsfield so,
Than live a slave without a blow
For the Green."
Many of the old houses remain. Far and away the most interesting is
Lynch's mansion at the corner of Abbey Gate-street. On the walls are the
arms of the Lynches and their crest, a lynx, which it is said was given
them for the watchfulness with which they guarded a besieged Austrian
town in the middle ages. Behind Saint Nicholas' Church, in
Market-street, is the Lynch stone, inscribed with a skull and
crossbones, and "Vanity of vanity, and all is but vanity," above which
is an inscription:--
"This memorial of the stern and unbending justice of the Chief
Magistrate of this city, James Lynch Fitzstephen, elected Mayor,
A.D. 1493, who condemned and executed his own guilty son, Walter,
on this spot, has been restored to its ancient site A.D. 1854, with
the approval of the Town Commissioners, by their Chairman, Very
Rev. Peter Daly, P.P., and Vicar of Saint Nicholas."
The stern and unbending justice relates to the Mayor's execution of his
own son. The story tells how a young Spaniard, who was the Mayor's
guest, crossed in love the Mayor's son. One night, heated with wine and
inflamed with jealousy, young Lynch drove a stiletto through the heart
of his rival. His father tried and condemned him for the crime. His
mother roused the sympathy of the townspeople to such an extent that
none could be found to act as executioner, but the old Mayor was
even-handed with them, and hanged the unfortunate culprit with his own
hands.
No visitor to Galway will fail to find out the Claddagh. It is the most
conservative community in Ireland, and with them neither old times are
changed nor old manners gone. The colony inhabit a number of
low-thatched cottages apart from the town. They live mostly by fishing.
The Claddagh women dress in blue cloaks and red petticoats, and their
rings, which visitors procure as keepsakes, represent two hands holding
a harp. Hardman, in his "Rare History of Galway," wrote of them as
follows:--
"The colony, from time immemorial, has been ruled by one of their
own body, periodically elected, who is dignified with the title of
Mayor, regulates the community according to their own peculiar laws
and customs, and settles all their fishery disputes. His decisions
are so decisive and so much respected that the parties are seldom
known to carry their differences before a legal tribunal or to
trouble the civil magistrates."
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Arran Island. Claddagh.]
Salthill, to the west of the town, is a well-sheltered bathing-place,
with pleasant villas for visitors. The Queen's College will repay a
visit. At the bridge in the town excellent salmon fishing is to be had.
When the fish are making up the river for Corrib or Lough Mask the
sight is very interesting. From Galway the old Franciscan Monastery at
Claregalway may be driven to, or an excursion made down the bay to the
Arran Islands. They are twenty-seven miles from the harbour. There are
three principal islands, Innismore, Innismaan, and Innisheen, and
several small isles. Two centuries ago they were described as paved over
with stones, with wide openings between them for cattle to break their
legs, and the modern description by Hon. Emily Lawless does not far
differ.
The dress of the people is mostly white, homespun flannel "bawneens,"
and sandals of cowhide, fastened across the instep, which they call
"pampooties."
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Queen's College, Galway.]
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Connemara and Sligo.
The Great Southern and Western Railway line runs northward from Tuam to
Sligo. To the westward lies Iar Connaught and Connemara, the capital of
which is Clifden, standing high above Ardhear Bay. If we go direct from
Galway to Clifden we pass Oughterard and the ruins of Aughnanure Castle,
formerly the stronghold of "The furious O'Flahertys." From its Tower we
can get a view of Lough Corrib, with its famous Caislean-no-Circe, long
the lair of Grace O'Malley, of whom the western peasant may say she
"Fought, and sailed, and ruled,
And loved, and made our world."
Oughterard nowadays is given over to fishermen instead of the fighting
followers of the western chieftains. The Connaught Glendalough differs
much from its Leinster namesake, but the Maamturk Mountains and the Glen
of Innagh have a panorama of scenes difficult, indeed, to rival. Clifden
is an excellent centre from which to make excursions. Wherever we look
the Twelve Bens of Bumabeola spring up like uplifted lances. The
coast-line is beautiful, and from the promontories we see distant Slyne
Head and the Isles of the West. Mountain climbers will find on the
summit of Urrisbeg a curious plateau. The district is a good one for
lake and sea fishing.
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Achill Head Mayo.]
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Diamond Mountain, Letterfrack.]
The coast drive to Leenane should not be missed. Leenane itself is on
the outer flank of "Joyce's County," as a fiord of Killery Bay.
Letterfrack is but ten miles from Clifden. The mountain scenery in the
immediate vicinity of the town is delightful. Within easy reach is
Little Killery Bay and the beautiful valley, The Pass of Kylemore, near
which is Kylemore Castle, where Mitchell Henry started his model farm in
1864. The mountain pass of Lehinch cuts through the hills to the sea. A
journey by Ballinakill brings the adventuresome to Renvyle Bay, where
there is a comfortable hotel. Leenane is the best starting ground for an
expedition up the Twelve Bens; from it also a tour may be made to Cong.
About eight miles beyond Leenane is Errig Bridge, from which the best
view of Croagh Patrick Mountain may be had. But an ascent of the
mountain is best made from Murrisk Abbey, six miles outside Westport.
From the mountain side the expansive country from island-set Clew Bay to
Nephin and Slievemore, in Achill, spreads out to best advantage. The
famous coach road from Clifden cuts into Westport from the south. The
Quay and Mall and the Marquis of Sligo's demesne are the "sights" of the
town. It is a convenient centre from which to visit Achill Island. The
drive through Newport, Mallaranny, and Achill Sound to Dingort, although
across an exposed country, on a fine day will more than repay the
tourist.
The views of Clew Bay are like the changing scenes in a panorama.
Newport will clamour for the attention of fishermen; and lavish on them
opportunities for sport. The Glens on the way to Mallaranny will tempt
excursions, and beyond Burrishoole Bridge the antiquary will deviate
to Carrighooley Castle, and lend his ears to the peasant tales of Grace
O'Malley and her husband, the MacWilliam.
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Glendalough.]
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Lough Corrib.]
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Killery Bay.]
Mallaranny is a home of rest. It hides beside a promontory in the bay,
and its splendid strand faces the south. The direct way to Achill is
through Dingort. For scenery and sport few places in the west surpass
the island. The mountain cliff scenery is superb. The seals breed in the
cliffs, and the rocks are the homes of countless seabirds. At Meenawn,
the eagles on the island mostly nest. The great horned wild goats offer
good sport to the marksman, and the deep-sea fisher will delight in the
shoals and "schools" of herring and mackerel which in the seasons strike
the coast and into the bays of the island. Did Izaac Walton but live in
our days he would be sure to find his way to Ballina, because of the Moy
River and the salmon which "most do congregate there." Loughs Conn and
Cullin are open free fishing, and on the preserves the terms are most
liberal. Foxford, beside Lough Conn, will gladden the hearts of those
interested in philanthropic schemes for the benefit of "the very poor"
in rural Ireland. Within a few years, enterprises well directed, has
transformed the district from being a "most distressful country" into a
thriving, self-respecting, self-advancing locality. Killala, six miles
from Ballina, is of interest as the point at which General Humbert and
1,100 Frenchmen invaded Ireland in 1798. Sligo is the most thriving town
in the west of Ireland. Its public buildings, its commerce, and its
picturesque position, are one and all notable. Sligo Abbey, a structure
of the thirteenth century, is a very remarkable pile of ruins. Lough
Gill contains most beautiful sylvan and sea pictures. There is sea,
lake, and river fishing _galore_, and mostly free. The point from which
to see Lough Gill in all its glory is Dooine Rock. Excursions may be
made to Hazelwood, Glencar, and even to Bundoran, the most deservedly
patronised watering-place in the north-west of Ireland. Those who
desire an exquisite souvenir of a visit to Ireland, should not fail to
procure a piece of Belleek ware, remarkable for its elegance and
delicacy; and if in the vicinity of Belleek village, permission may be
obtained to visit the interesting pottery.
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Kylemore.]
[Illustration: _Photo, Lawrence, Dublin._ Lough Gill.]
For information as to Sport to be had in the Sligo District, see end
of this volume, where particulars are given as to Golf, Fishing,
Shooting, Cycling, &c.
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Summer and Winter Resorts
The health resorts of Ireland are so many, their attractions and
advantages so varied, that one wonders why it is that they are
comparatively so little patronised. The explanation is not far to seek.
Hitherto they have been but little known, one cause and another have
helped to keep Ireland a _terra incognita_. The "faculty," however, has
been for long acquainted with the benefits which the Green Isle
possesses, and many an insular invalid, consumed with the desire to
visit some continental resort, has taken the common sense advice of the
family physician and learned to appreciate the advantages Providence has
bestowed nearer home.
Winter quarters we have a good store, and beauty spots abound on the
coast, where summer delights can be enjoyed _galore_, to use an Irish
expression.
Most of the places referred to beneath have already been described in
the foregoing pages, but it will, perhaps, be convenient for those in
search of particular information as to health resorts and seaside
watering places, to have them collected in one chapter and listed
alphabetically--
~ARDMORE.~--Fishing village, five miles from Youghal, growing as a
watering place. Beautifully situated on southern shore of Bay.
Splendid strand, good opportunities for bathing. Deep-sea fishing,
mackerel, and herring "schools," plenty of lobsters. Cliff scenery
in vicinity; the bay is frequented by seals. Gaelic-speaking
peasantry. Round tower and ancient church. Good cottage
accommodation.
~ARRAN ISLANDS.~--Three in number--Innismore, Innismaan,
Innisheer--standing out in the Atlantic, a sort of long harbour bar
to Galway Bay. Scenery cannot pretend to be attractive. Bathing and
deep-sea fishing. Splendid views of cliff scenery on Clare Coast.
Steam trip up Galway Bay delightful. An enjoyable inn at Kilronan.
BALLYBUNION.--Good watering place, splendid strand, fine cliff
scenery, sheer on Atlantic Ocean, plenty bathing accommodation.
Castle Hotel is comfortable, lodgings clean and cheap. Eight miles
from Listowel.
BLARNEY.--Hydro, at St. Ann's Hill, on the side of pleasant uplands
overlooking old castle. Nicely wooded, with lake and trout stream.
Cottage homes, within grounds which are between six and seven
hundred acres in extent. Sandy soil and pine forests. The
residences well sheltered. Six miles from City Cork and Muskerry
tram; two miles G. S. W. Railway. Terms and particulars of
treatment, &c., to be had from the medical officer, Dr. Altdorfer.
CAHIRCIVEEN.--An inlet of Valencia Harbour, well sheltered, mild
winters. Coach drives through mountain scenery or along coast to
Waterville. Valencia three miles.