LIFE IN IRELAND 59 



CHAPTER VI 



Morning — Sir Shawn roused by Grammachree singing 

 ' Paddy, now the King's come ! ' — Sir Shawn's yacht — A fresh 

 breeze in Pool Bag — A blunder between two bulls — A Danish 

 broker broke down in the Bay of Dublin — Custom House yacht 

 — Cork hooker — Landing on the Pier — Royal squad — Landing of 

 the King — Glorious reception — Pat's welcome to King George. 



'^r^HE morning sun rose in unusual splendour over 

 X the mountains of Wicklow ; it shone upon 

 Counsellor Colback's airy cottage, and made it appear 

 as white as a mushroom upon a large dunghill. The 

 Hill of Howth was skirted by his rays in the same 

 manner that Jupiter threw his garment over Leda, and 

 appeared at a distance like a half-burnt cinder, from 

 which ascended smoke in profusion. 



The valleys and slopes fencing the barriers of Dun- 

 drum, and old Gifford's country seat, were clad in 

 emerald green, and the rays of the sun squinting upon 

 them, made the whole look as spangles upon a Spanish 

 cloak, or dewdrops upon a thistle or a soiled shamrock. 

 The Harbour of Howth was as open as the Bay of 

 Dublin, and as empty as a member mug wiien it is half 

 full of slops. Why should it not? Every boat, barge, 

 and w^herry had been disgorged from it at full tide to 

 make room for — who ? Why, who the Devil do you 



