182 AWAKENING OF ENGLAND. 



The peasant, with a tattered coat and a 

 battered-in hat, was driving a herd of swine 

 for transportation to England. On the quay 

 at Waterford I asked him to oblige me by 

 driving; the swine out of the shade into the 

 sunshine. This took a good deal of manoeuvr- 

 ing on his part, and after I had taken the 

 photograph and shut up the camera, I ran 

 after him and cried out, " Here's a drink." He 

 turned round to me, and waving his stick 

 shouted, " No ! no ! can't we do that one for 

 the other, now?" In this graceful manner 

 did he bring me into line with the great 

 brotherhood of those who toil. 



Their desire to play being nearly always 

 stronger than their desire to make money was 

 borne in upon me as I stood in the market- 

 place of Castlereagh photographing a big 

 cross-bred Spanish- Irish donkey with a little 

 donkey of the old Irish breed by its side. An 

 amphitheatre was immediately formed, and 

 the entire business of the day was suspended 

 whilst witticisms were passed between the 

 owners of the donkeys and the crowd. 



I must, however, draw a distinction between 

 the Irish peasant and the Irish bourgeoisie. 

 The ugly side of commercialism is strongly 



