1 84 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



tempered Enniskillen shopkeeper who had cursed 

 me so roundly, and I longed for his presence there 

 to hear him speak as he should think fitted the 

 occasion. 



The few superior tourists that I have met were 

 gentlemen yes, print it so but, as may be seen 

 from the following, taken from T. P's Weekly, 

 gentlewomen are sometimes quite as indiscreet : 

 " Last summer a friend of mine heard two English 

 ladies in a Dublin tram abusing at the top of 

 their voices the 'dirty Irish,' and vowing that 

 they would never revisit that filthy country. ' We 

 shall try Wales next summer,' they concluded. 

 ' Indeed, thin, ladies,' said a fish woman opposite 

 them, ' I wouldn't thry Wales, if I was ye. Sure, 

 there are dirty Irish in Wales, too. I'll tell ye 

 what ye'll do, now. Go to H - for yer next 

 holiday. Ye'll find no dhirty Irish there ! ' " 



O, that our King Edward could give us, who 

 need it so, a little of his priceless tact ! Have 

 *hese gentlefolks ever asked themselves whose 

 r ault it is that the cabin has no floorboards, and that 

 the filling of little mouths with bread takes so much 

 time as leaves very little for washing faces ? Irish 

 boys and girls may often have dirty faces, but 

 there's grit beneath the dirt ; they are healthy, 

 quick-witted and, I add, on the authority of that 

 excellent teacher, the Teelin schoolmaster, "quick 

 to learn and a pleasure to teach." 



Cannot we look forward and see them grown 



