he country to a village where she spoke at a temperance
meeting. Here we were guests of the Presbyterian minister--a cousin
of Joseph Medill, of the Chicago Tribune--and a cordial greeting he
and his bright wife gave me. They have three Presbyterian churches
in that one little village. All welcomed the woman speaker most
kindly, but not a person could be urged to vote down the whiskey
shops, as these are licensed by a justice of the peace, appointed
by the Lord Chancellor of Ireland, who receives his appointment
from the Queen of England!

[Illustration: Autograph: "Yours most truly, Isabella M. S. Tod"]

So all she could ask was that every one should become a total
abstainer. I do not see how they can submit to be thus voiceless as
to their own home regulations.

Saturday I took tea with Mrs. Haslam, a bright, lovely "come-outer"
from the Friends. She had invited some twenty or thirty to be
present at eight, and I spoke, they asking questions and I
answering. Among them were a son of the Abolitionist Richard D.
Webb, and ever so many nephews and nieces. Eliza Wigham's brother
Henry and his wife had come ten miles to be there.... This
afternoon I am going to the common council meeting with Alfred
Webb, who is a member and a strong Home Ruler. The question of
electing their own tax collector is to be discussed.

CORK, September 16.

MY DEAR SISTER: ... Your heart would break if you were here to see
the poverty and rags, and yet the people seem cheerful under it
all. Something surely must be wrong at the root to bear such fruit.
I have had an awfully "hard side of a board time" of ten hours in a
third-class car, paying therefor just as much as I would on the N.
Y. Central for a first-class ticket. I not only saved $4.25 by
going third-class, but I saw the natives. Men, women, boys and
girls who had been to the market towns with their produce were on
the train, and to see them as they tumbled in toward evening, at
town after town, one would think that whiskey and tobacco were the
main articles they bought. Any number of men and boys, and at least
four women, were drunk enough, and they brought bottles with them
and added to their puling idiocy as they went on. Nothing short of
a pig-sty could match th