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LEINSTER 13
You couldn't tell who would be stepping in to us
across the bog'."
Leaving out of sight, because I must, the famous
city of Kildare with its Cathedral (half-church, half-
fortress); the broad lakes of West Meath, endeared
by hope to patient anglers; the city of Kilkenny,
where something of Ireland's prosperity remains un-
broken, where the Butlers' Castle stands undestroyed,
where are churches that were never ruined (almost
a prodigy in Ireland); saying nothing of Lissoy, where
Goldsmith lived in the village that his pen immor-
talized ;
briefly, dismissing about two-thirds of Leinster
with a wave of the hand, let me come back to Dublin
and its environment.
II
Of Dublin itself, what shall be said? A much-
travelled Belgian priest told me recently that only
in Naples had he seen such widespread marks of
destitution, and in Naples they have little to suffer
from cold. A young Irish nationalist, London-bred,
describing the emotion with which he made his first
visit to the country he had worked so hard for, said
that his week in Dublin left one leading impression
on his mind—the saddest people he had ever seen;
nowhere had he heard so little laughter. He had