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by the river side we pick our way, amongst pools of 

 •slush, filth, and garbage that would put to blush the> 

 dirtiest slum of an Asiatic city, and make our way 

 to the principal street which Limerick boasts. TVe 

 must, of course, go to Cruez's hotel, and there present 

 our credentials from that fiery patriot. Father Kelly. 

 Although for historical interest Limeiick has a history 

 second to no city in the United Kingdom, yet few relics of 

 its famous past survive. King John's castle is in a ruinous 

 state, but enough remains to show what a noble Norman 

 stronghold it was, with its seven massive towers and high 

 walls of vast strength and thickness. The stone on which, 

 the famous treaty of capitulation of 1791 was signed 

 stands on a pedestal by the river side, and, having seen 

 this, and looked over the cathedral, we shall have exhausted 

 the lions of the place. The chief characteristics of 

 Limerick are high houses and dirt — the back streets liter- 

 ally reek with filth. The return journey can be done by 

 Tail — two trains each day — and the distance traversed, 

 fifteen miles, is covered, on an average in a trifle under the 

 liour — not bad work, that, for travelling on an Irish branch 

 line. 



The fishing at Castleconnell may be said to commence 

 at the World's End weir, and to end at the Doonas Falls. 

 Within the recollection of living men, this two miles of 

 water was free to all comers — so say the local Hampdens — 

 but the adjoining owners of the soil have for years asserted 

 their riparian rights, and fabulous rents for the fishing are 

 now obtained. 



Our illustration shows the New Garden salmon pool, 

 which is but a hundred yards from the hotel door, and this 

 pool is about the centre of the Castleconnell fishing. The 

 old man, in the foreground of the picture, is the blind 

 ferryman, Dan Enright. He was, in his day, one of the 

 best boatmen on the Shannon, but he lost his eyesight 

 through the branch of an overhanging tree striking him in 

 the face. Across the fierce stream of the river, to and fro, 

 be plies, guiding his cot into a little bay cut out of the bank 

 on either side, with unerring accuracy, and earnins; a 



