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| HOTEL PARK, QUEENSTOWN, CO. CORK. -All flunkies are disgusting but none more so than the Irish specimen of that ignoble tribe. He is living libel on the impetuous and high-spirited race that, whatever its temperamental faults-the common heritage of humanity-has never, as a body, forgotten its self-respect. Were the ruler of Great Britain and Ireland, even ordinarily friendly to the latter country, there might be some weak excuse for outward manifestations of self-interested "loyalty," but it is notorious that Queen Victoria is positively antagonistic to Ireland and the Irish. Yet, in Dublin and other Irish cities, it is not unusual to see such signs over shops, as "William Jenkins, chiropodist-extraordinary to the Queen;" "John Jones, chimney sweeper, by special appointment, to her Majesty" and other made legends equally exaggerated and absurd. The Queen of England, in all probability, never "darkened the doors" of the "Queen's Hotel" at Queenstown-the pretty park of which, overlooking the harbor, is shown in the picture. But the poor old "Cove of Cork" had an epidemic of flunkyism fifty years ago, when it changed its name, not for the better, and its whole career has been colored by Victoria's flying visit before she became "the widow" of Rudyard Kipling's barrack room tales and songs. "The Queen's" is, however, the leading hostelry of Queenstown, and is much patronized by American travellers. Its situation is simply delightful, and it commands a splendid view of Ireland's most noted seaport. |
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