Three Cheers Were Given For My
Friends, Three Cheers For The Widow Lady, A Gun Was Fired Off, There Was
A Wild Cheer For Rory Of The Hills, And They Disappeared.
The widow lady
after some time quietly left the place of her own accord, and everything
was as it had been before.
They, the armed party, found out that they
were not doing the lady a kindness by reinstating her, and so the matter
ended.
Limerick, though an old city, is not a very large one. Going down the
principal street - George's street - you can look down any of the cross
streets beyond the masts on Shannon and see on the other side of the
river oats, waving yellow and in stocks, up the slope. Standing on the
Wellesley Bridge, where young Fitzgibbon in bronze stands on a granite
pedestal, perpetually endeavoring to draw his sword - which he succeeded
in drawing to some purpose at Alma and Inkerman, if we are to credit the
pedestal, which we do - you can look down the Shannon, over the boats and
among the steamboat chimneys and the ships' masts, and see the green
banks of the Shannon, broad and wide, with cattle standing ankle deep in
the rich pasture. You can see them as they extend far away, widening as
they go, till the horizon shuts out any farther view. The constant rain
of these two last months, I am afraid, will damage the ripening crop. It
is near the close of August and there is hay yet uncut, there is hay
lying out in every form of bleached windrow, or lap, or spread, under
the rain.
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