Ireland -- Description and travel; Ireland -- Social conditions
Thinking of this, why is it we see so many Eastern head-dresses in the
school of the west? With us the cap of the professors is the same that
Russian popes wear. The Anglo-Saxons take theirs from Polish Lancers.
That is an anomaly in the history of dress which ought to attract the
meditations of academies.
Another anomaly, peculiar to Trinity College, is that the porters (most
polite and benevolent of men) are provided with black velvet jockey
caps, like the Yeomen of the Queen. They take the visitors through the
museums of the place, and show them the plaster cast taken from the dead
face of Swift, the harp of Brian Boru, and other relics of a more or
less authentic character. The Dining Hall is ornamented with full-length
portraits of the local celebrities. The library, one of the finest in the
world, is proud of possessing, among many other riches, the manuscript
(in the Erse tongue), of the “Seven times fifty Stories,” which the bards
of the Second Order of Druids used to recite, on ancient feast days,
before the assembled kings and chieftains. Those venerable tales are
subdivided into Destructions, Massacres, Battles, Invasions, Sieges,
Pillages, Raids of Cattle, Rapes of Women, Loves, Marriages, Exiles,
Navigations, Marches, Voyages, Grottoes, Visions, Pomps, and Tragedies.
This shows that “documentary literature” was not invented yesterday: all
the primitive life of Celtic Ireland is told there.
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The undergraduates at Trinity College do not seem, as a rule, like those
of Oxford and Cambridge, to belong to the privileged or unoccupied
classes. They are embryo doctors, professors, or engineers, who work
with all their might to gain one of the numerous scholarships given by
competition at the University. These competitions evidently excite an
ardent emulation. I chanced to pass before the Examination Hall at the
moment when the Rector at the top of the steps proclaimed the name of
the candidate who had just won the Fellowship. Five hundred students at
least, grouped at the gate, had been waiting for an hour to hear it, and
saluted it with frantic cheers.
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