way, whether in wood or thicket no bird song is heard, and few specimens of the feathered tribe display their plumage. 66 At length after three hours driving we arrive at the little church, where about 200 Irish people are assembled, wonderfully neat and well dressed, with about 50 waggons-for all are farmers and have waggons-not common carts, but spring vehicles and a team," and all have to come long distances, as far as eight or ten miles. Mass is only every second Sunday. I hear confessions, say Mass, and preach. We start on the homeward journey and reach Huntington at 4 o'clock. October 2nd.-I leave Huntington to-day for New York. The girls are very sad. No wonder; they were lonely for Father Crowley, and the presence of an old and sincere friend reconciles them somewhat to his absence. Then they do not know who is to take my place, and so they are lonely and sad. But life is made up of meetings and partings. Dunmanway Town. Air: "The Groves of Blarney." ALL ye who hear me, I pray draw near me, And kindly cheer me while I sing for you, In strains melodious, sweet and sonorous, A song harmonious and most strictly true. Are themes attended with most high renown Mid mountains hoary and famed in story, Then quite adjacent, both clane and dacent, With high railings facin' it, does the chapel stand, With the cross high o'er it, and a lawn before it, You'd almost adore it, 'tis so mighty grand. In Cork or Cloyne ye never saw any Man like Father Doheny, he can't be found, 'Tis by him we benefits, for out of that head of his, He raised that edifice up from the ground. |