658 THE GEORGE CATLIN INDIAN GALLERY. 



"My friend, we are soon going from here, and we live a great way. We shall never 

 see your face again in this world, but we shall hope that the Great Spirit will allow 

 us to meet in the world that is before us, and where you and I must soon go." 



The archbishop seemed much struck with his remarks ; and, taking him again by 

 the hand, said to him that he believed they would meet again in the world to come, 

 and, commending them to the care of the Great Spirit, bade them an affectionate fare- 

 well. 



VISIT TO MB. BEWLEY. 



An invitation was awaiting them at this time, also, to breakfast the next morning 

 with Mr. Joseph Bewley, a Friend, and who lived a few miles out of th« city. His 

 carriages arrived for them at the hour, and the whole party visited him and his kind 

 family and took their breakfast with them. After the breakfast was over, the chief 

 thanked this kind gentleman for his hospitality and the presents very liberally be- 

 stowed; and the party all listened with great attention totbe Christian advice which 

 he gave them, recommending to them also to lay down all their weapons of war, and 

 to study the arts of peace. These remarks seemed to have made a deep impression on 

 their minds, for they were daily talking of this kind man and the advice and infor- 

 mation he gave them. 



The Indians had thus formed their notions of the beautiful city of Dublin by riding 

 through it repeatedly in all its parts — by viewing, outside and in, its churches, its 

 colleges, its gardens, and other places of amusement ; and of its inhabitants, by meet- 

 ing them in the exhibition rooms, and in their own houses, at their hospitable boards. 

 They decided that Edinburg was rather the most beautiful city ; that in Glasgow 

 they saw the most ragged and poor ; and that in Dublin they met the warmest -hearted 

 and most kind people of any they had seen in the Kingdom. In Dublin, as in Glas- 

 gow, they had been in the habit of throwing handfuls of pence to the poor; and at 

 length had got them baited, so that gangs of hungry, ragged creatures were daily fol- 

 lowing their carriage home to their door, and there waiting under their windows for 

 the pence that were often showered down upon their heads. 



Out of the thousands of beggars that I met while there (and many of whom ex- 

 tracted money from my pocket by their wit or drollery when I was not disposed to 

 give it), there was but one of whom I shall make mention in this place. In mydaily 

 walk from my hotel to the rotunda there was an old, hardy-looking veteran, who 

 used often to meet me and solicit with great importunity, as I had encouraged him by 

 giving to him once or twice when I first met him. I was walking on that pavement 

 one day with an American friend whom I had met, and observing this old man com- 

 ing at some distance ahead of us on the same pavement, I said to my friend, " Now 

 watch the motions of that old fellow as he comes up to beg— look at the expression 

 of his face." When we had got within a few rods of him the old man threw his 

 stomach in, and one knee in an instant seemed out of joint, and his face! oh, most 

 pitiable to look upon. We approached him arm-in-arm, and while coming towards 

 him I put my hand in my pocket as if I was getting out some money, which brought 

 this extraordinary expression from him : " My kind sir, may the gates of Heaven open 

 to receive you!" — (by this time we had got by him, and seeing that my hand remained 

 stationary in my pocket, as he had turned round and was scowling daggers at me) — 

 "and may you be kicked out the moment you get there!" 



There is an inveteracy in the Irish begging and wit that shows it to be native and not 

 borrowed ; it is therefore more irresistible and more successful than in any other coun- 

 try) perhaps, in the world. I speak, this, however, merely as an opinion of my own, 

 formed on the many instances where the very reasons I assigned for not giving were 

 so ingeniously and suddenly turned into irresistible arguments for giving, that my 

 hand was in my pocket before I was aware of it. 



The Indians, however, gave from other motives ; not able to appreciate their wit, 

 they had discernment enough to see the wretchedness that existed among the poor 

 people in the lanes and outskirts of the city, and too much pitv in their hearts not to 



