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| THE HOLY WELL, PHOENIX PARK. -In a remote and romantic portion of Phoenix Park, there is a bubbling spring which comes out of the golden sand, and which many people call a "holy well." A flight of steps leads to it from the higher ground, and, to judge by the appearance of things around it, as given in the picture, we should say that the matronly looking lady on the left has the rustic table on the rock in readiness to give the group of happy-looking children in the centre a pleasant picnic dinner. Dublin is, above all other places, a city of picnics, because it has more accessible, and beautiful, parks and suburbs than most European cities of its size. In fact the opportunities for such outings are endless in summer, unless in exceptionally rainy weather. But the Dublin Irish don't mind a little sprinkle from the clouds now and again. "Sure, it's the moisture from the sea, and won't hurt you in the least," is the reassurance given an American when he shrinks from the occasional downpour. But, then, an Irish summer shower is, indeed, a thing of beauty. After it, the sun shines brighter, the trees are greener, the flowers richer in hue and the songbirds make the woodland ring with their "little songs of love." |
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