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MUNSTER 7
never ceased to be a dwelling of this strong Norman-
Irish clan. It was the household, too, from which
issued a notable man in latter times, Edward Fitz-
Gerald, the translator of Omar Khayyam. His
portrait, by Laurence, hangs there, picturing him
as a chubby, good-humoured boy.
The city itself may show to you only a line of
lights, very picturesque along its great length of quay:
but by daylight you can distinguish the low round
castle which still keeps the name of Strongbow's
tower. Fragments of the old walls remain, and there
are buildings of much antiquarian interest the re-
stored cathedral, the ruined Franciscan abbey. But,
on the whole, you are not likely to stop in Water-
ford, with Kerry and West Cork before you.
Yet let me tell a little of the things which the
ordinary tourist visiting Munster passes by in his
haste. The route from Rosslare to Killarney strikes
across from the valley of the Suir into the valley of the
Blackwater, rounding the Comeragh mountains: and
I do not suppose it can be disputed
that the Black-
water is the most beautiful of Irish rivers. I have seen
it at Mallow, at Fermoy, at Lismore, and at Cappoquin,
and everywhere it is the same yet different; a chain of
long wide pools, but always with a swift flow to keep
the water living and sparkling, and they are strung
together with great sweeping rapids, deep enough for