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flies and with artificial spinning baits, but never 

 had a touch. He could not understand my not 

 trying too, and when I explained that I would not 

 give a pin to catch any fish except by a dry-fly, and 

 showed him my specimens, he shouted, almost in 

 anger, " Begorra, sor, thin you'll get no sport 

 to-day ! " However, as we rowed back towards 

 that part of the lake where the little river mentioned 

 above joins it, and where I had seen rings made by 

 rising fish, I rigged up rod, line, and cast, tying on 

 a small pale olive quill (my nearest pattern to 

 the midges in the air), and in about an hour seven 

 small trout were lifted into the boat. The man 

 charged me 7s. 6d. for the few hours, and looked 

 fora tip as well. I gave him the fish. On landing 

 I walked back through Lord Kenmare's demesne 

 the way I had come. 



I inspected the cathedral with great interest and 

 becoming reverence. About sixteen lovely paintings 

 of saints adorn the walls : one, of the Virgin and Child, 

 the latter about four years old, a light in a small 

 spirit-lamp burning in front, and overhead is written, 

 " Our Lady of perpetual succours prays for us." 

 Under the altar I read, " Qtiam delect a Taberna cula 

 Domine virtuticm," and many Latin inscriptions 

 elsewhere. But what struck me most, and for half 

 an hour fixed my rapt attention, was a life-size 

 group representing Our Lord upon the cross nude, 



