20 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



Moy was full of fish, but the maid's motto drove 

 me from Ballina. 



I have generally considered that time is wasted 

 in talking of food and comforts ; but when I find 

 the following paragraph, taken from the Pall Mall 

 Gazette (Sept. 15, 1903), going the round of the 

 daily papers and getting thereby a wide circulation, 

 and when I know that it is likely to convey im- 

 pressions opposed to the truth, in fairness to all 

 those hotels in the very district complained of, 

 in which I received good food, cleanliness, and 

 attention, I must say how sorry I feel for the poor 

 man who, while finding a fortune in America, 

 appears to have lost something far more valuable : 



"PAYING BOARDER IN AN IRISH WORKHOUSE. 



" At the weekly meeting of the Donegal Board of Guardians 

 yesterday a gentleman, named McGroary, who had returned to 

 his native country, after making his fortune in America, asked 

 to be admitted to the workhouse as a paying boarder, as he did 

 not find the hotels in the north-west of Ireland to his liking. He 

 offered a guinea per week for a room for himself. The master 

 had already admitted him as an inmate, and the guardians 

 yesterday unanimously approved the master's action. The appli- 

 cant drove to the workhouse in a carriage and pair." 



Poor fellow ! Poor fortune ! 



I have friends whose gastronomic tastes have 

 been so aesthetically trained by a few years of 

 so-called first-class hotel life that the sight of a 

 plate of undisguised undercut from a prime sirloin, 



