and disease six years before the advent of the great Armada. To the
south-west rose the grand outlines of the Macgillicuddy's Reeks, the
highest points, I believe, in the South of Ireland. We established
ourselves at the County Kerry Club on our arrival in Tralee, which I
found to be a brisk prosperous-looking town, and quite well built. A
Nationalist member once gave me a gloomy notion of Tralee, by telling
me, when I asked him whether he looked forward with longing to a seat in
the Parliament of Ireland, that "when he was in Dublin now he always
thought of London, just as when he used to be in Tralee he always
thought of Dublin." But he did less than justice to the town upon the
Lee. We left it at half-past four in the train for Killorglin. The
little station there was full of policemen and soldiers, and knots of
country people stood about the platform discussing the morrow. There had
been some notion that the car-drivers at Killorglin might "boycott" the
authorities. But they were only anxious to turn an honest penny by
bringing us on to this lonely but extremely neat and comfortable
hostelry in the hills.

We left the Sheriff and the escort to find their way as best they could
after us.

Mrs. Shee, the landlady here, ushered us into a very pretty room hung
with little landscapes of the country, and made cheery by a roaring
fire. Two or three officers of the soldiers sent on here to prevent any
serious uproar to-morrow dined with us.

The constabulary are in force, but in great good humour. They have no
belief that there will be any trouble, though all sorts of wild tales
were flying about Tralee before we left, of English members of
Parliament coming down to denounce the "Coercion" law, and of risings in