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together an assemblage which affords a splendid 

 opportunity of seeing the active side of Irish life 

 while making your bargains. 



Possibly the first thing to strike you would be 

 the miscellaneous gathering of every possible kind 

 of commodity, but, sooner or later, you must be 

 impressed with the fact that the majority of the 

 men are fine, strapping fellows, with an air of 

 I-don't-care-for-anybody in their attitudes, move- 

 ments, speech, and twinkling eyes. It might be, 

 of course, that your attention would first be attracted 

 by the charms of pretty feminine faces. There will 

 be quite a gathering of ladies, whose charms do not 

 end with their face. The proud poise of their 

 heads, their suppleness of form, and the flowing 

 lines of their figures enable them to wear with 

 matchless grace the poorest garment, and with 

 their luminous, grey eyes, shaded by long dark 

 lashes, and their modesty, they form perfect 

 pictures : 



" They don't ogle a man 

 O'er the top of their fan, 



Till his heart's in a flame, till his heart's in a flame; 

 But though bashful and shy, 

 They've a look in their eye 



That just comes to the same, just comes to the same." 



You really should have been present at the fair 

 held on the second and third days of August, 1904, 

 as then, in addition to the monster crowds, and 

 their usual inbringings, every person of real impor- 

 tance was there, some of them presiding at stalls 



