Here the band played 'Come back to Erin,' and the scene was
indescribable. Nothing could have induced me to witness it had I
realised what it was to be, for I wept at Holyrood when I heard the
plaintive strains of 'Bonnie Charlie's noo Awa' floating up to the
Gallery of Kings from the palace courtyard, and I did not wish
Francesca to see me shedding national, political, and historical
tears so soon again. Francesca herself is so ardent a republican
that she weeps only for presidents and cabinet officers. For my
part, although I am thoroughly loyal, I cannot become sufficiently
attached to a president in four years to shed tears when I see him
driving at the head of a procession.



Chapter VI. Dublin, then and now.

'I found in Innisfail the fair,
In Ireland, while in exile there,
Women of worth, both grave and gay men,
Many clerics, and many laymen.'
James Clarence Mangan.

Mrs. Delany, writing from Dublin in 1731, says: 'As for the
generality of people that I meet with here, they are much the same
as in England--a mixture of good and bad. All that I have met with
behave themselves very decently according to their rank; now and
then an oddity breaks out, but never so extraordinary but that I can
match it in England. There is a heartiness among them that is more
like Cornwall than any I have known, and great sociableness.' This