LIFE IN IRELAND 37 



life, but he still finds stuff to keep the pot boiling, and 

 potatoes to fill it with. 



I 've been to see such a one, 



What ! General Hutchinson ? 

 Did you never see him before? 



Yes ; and Judy Maclarty, 



So stupid and dirty, 

 And young gossoons, perhaps half a score. 



All helping their mother 



Without any bother 

 To wash the potatoes behind the door. 

 Being all poor relations of my Lord Donoughmore. 



This humble ditty is more valued in Ireland for its 

 truth than its poetry. It shews the genius of the 

 natives : if there 's a hole in your coat they are sure to 

 find it out, so you had better whip in a stitch before 

 you venture amongst them. 



The extensive prospect before our heroes was de- 

 scribed by Grammachree with blundering eloquence 

 and enthusiasm. ' The bog that you see, Master Brian, 

 is Dublin Bay, the model which Nature took the Bay 

 of Naples from ; that 's the Hill of Howth, belonging 

 to a poor Lord, a relation to a rich one under Govern- 

 ment : the rock you see standing like an egg in a 

 bason of salt, is called Ireland's Eye^ because you see 

 it has gone out from the shore to view what is going 

 on abroad, and has turned the blind side to its mother- 

 country. There's a new harbour in a hole of the hill; 

 it is to have tiventy-five feet water in it at low water, 

 but it has cost thrice twenty thousand pounds ; and 

 now it is low water in the pocket, so it is in the sea, 

 for the devil a drop comes into the Pier deep enough 



