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Aug 2 1871
To: Hamilton Ontario
From: Cork Ireland

My Dear Mac,

It is in Swate[??] Ireland that I am in "ould" Cork and old it is indeed. Every flagstone in its streets and every brick & stone in its houses show its age. We had a splendid voyage with no rough weather and in my own case not one particle of sea sickness. Whit was called upon to feed the fishes two or 3 times but was not what could be called seasick. I tell him that his stomach was deranged by the large Amt of Irish whiskey he took. We landed in Queenstown Monday night where we spent the night and Tuesday Morning looking about us.- It is a quaint old place and although travelers & guide books say then is nothing of of interest, I found much that pleased me. Of course I am not obliged to like or dislike just what others do unless I wish to at two [P.M.] We took a little boat from this city. A ride up our area of the sea, of one hour and the most delightful ride I ever had. The scenery is the most beautiful I ever saw and after 10 days at sea I was fully prepared to enjoy it. I spent yesterday p.m. "downing" Cork [?? "doing work"] and there is so much here that a verdant yanker [worker??] like your humble servant, can see that I was delighted with my walk over the city. There are no fine buildings such as we see in N.Y. or Boston or even in some of our smaller cities-but outside of the city proper there are some magnificent churches and Queen's College is very fine. But what above all other things I have seen reminds me that I am in a strange land is the endless crowd of beggars and [smokeys??] In [power/fewer??] and [entirely??] and real Irish wit the beggars are ahead of anything I have ever seen or heard "mind that now" To day we have been to Blarney with an old mine more than 500 yrs old in which is the famous blarney stone whoever kisses will never lack for words and I think every pat I have met must have been there. I kissed it of course. The ride to the Castle of 6 miles is beautiful beyond my powers of description even after kissing the blarney stone. It is not that grand and wild scenery that they say we shall see to-morrow at Killarney lakes but the beauty of perfect cultivation and that deep fresh green that you can see nowhere but in Ireland most properly named Emerald Isles. [We/I??] shall leave this evening for Killarney lakes returning Saturday in season to get to Dublin Saturday Evening where we shall spend several days before going north to London-Derry & Belfast- We are enjoying our trip well and more than we expected. We have many times wished little Mac was with us and wish so more and more everyday. That I have written you the 2nd day of our arival is evidence that we have not forgotten you and I assure you my Dear fellow that we shall often think of you. It is understand that when one of us writes the letter is a company affair to you from Parson & Whit.-
[Parson & White (George Moody and J.H. Whittemore)]

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