Romantic Ireland Volume 1

ONE hundred or more years ago, when Arthur Young first wrote his journal of a tour in Ireland, those who had IrelandÍs welfare most at heart deplored the fact that ñher greatness was still practically unexplored, and the early history of her brighter days excited no interest even among her own people.î Doctor Johnson felt this himself when he wrote, ñI have long wished that Irish literature were cultivated, as Ireland is known by tradition to be a seat of piety and learning, ... and surely it would be very acceptable to be further informed regarding a people at once so ancient and illustrious.î It has been said, too, " the words are taken from the mouth of a poor parish priest, " that ñthe Celt is melting like the snow: he lingers in little patches in the corner of the field, and hands are stretched on every side. It is human to stretch hands to fleeting things, but as well might we try to retain the snow.î