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most places before. During one of the great pressures a tall, 

 good-humoured looking Irishman, after eyeing me awhile, and 

 perceiving 1 was somewhat inconvenienced, firmly planted him- 

 self against the dead, or rather living weight, and gained me 

 spiice. " You're used to liberty," says he, " your honour, in your 

 own country, and you're come to spake up for it here." He stuck 

 by me, and begged I would not be alarmed while he was near, 

 till the crowd dispersed, which they did in the most quiet and 

 orderly manner, on the last speaker's waving his hand, to 

 signify all was done, and bid them go home. From some ex- 

 perience, I unhesitatingly pronounce the London mob to be a 

 set of uncivilised, savage, and ruffianly bai barians, as compared 

 with the traduced Irish. 



A trait of characteristic civility we met with in the driver of 

 the car which took us to Phoenix Park, that contrasts finely 

 with the usual demeanour of our cabman or coachee. Though 

 I tried to drive a bargain with him for his fare, as soon as he 

 found, with the tact of the lower Irish, that we were strangers 

 to Dublin, his heart opened, he became extremely communi- 

 cative, and voluntarily drove us a considerable round, for the 

 purpose of pointing out the fine streets and public buildings; 

 and at the entrance of an inclosed square where the band were 

 playing, he stopped of his own accord for us to get out and 

 listen to the performances, without restriction to time. We 

 might as easily have escaped another way as not. 



Our object being to penetrate into the wildest and least 

 frequented parts of the island, we cut the north entirely out 

 of our map; but even in Dublin we found the greatest igno- 

 rance of the means of communication, and readiest mode of 

 access to the west. In the best mnps there are no roads 

 marked beyond Castlebar and Westport, in county Muyo, and 

 none in the western parts of Galway at all. We therelbre 

 found this region generally looked upon as an undiscovered 

 and inaccessible country. Now, for the information of all 

 future travellers, there is a rapid and well-appointed mail 

 leaves Dublin, every evening, for Westport, on the coast of 

 the Atlantic opposite. This we did not learn of, and therefore 

 took the Galway coach, which we understood had a branch to 

 Tuam, as the nearest approach. 



The scene on starting, at six o'clock in the morning, is in 

 no way different to that at a similar hour in London. The 



