A newcomer is always puzzled by the large number of names on the map beginning with the word "Bally." In that amusing book called "Penelope's Experiences in Ireland," one of the girls suggested that in making up their itinerary they should first visit all the places called "Bally," and after that all the places whose names end or begin with "kill." That is the Gaelic word for a grove or a clump of trees. The word "Bally" means "town," and corresponds with the word "ville" in our geographical nomenclature. The map of Ireland is spattered with names with such a prefix. Here are some of them: Ballybain Ballybunion Ballyhiskey Ballybarney Ballycumber Ballyhu Ballybeg Ballydehob Ballyhully Ballybully Ballydoo Ballyknockane Ballybought Ballyduff Ballylug Ballyboy Ballygammon Ballymoney Ballybrack Ballygasoon Ballyhack Ballynew Ballyroe Ballywater Ballywilliam Ballydaniel Ballyragget Each of these names has a significance. Ballyragget means a town where there is a ford, Ballyroe is a red town, Ballysallagn is a dirty town. Ballybunion was named in honor of a man called Bunion, Ballydoo is a black town, Ballykeel is a narrow town, Ballykill is the town of the wood or the town of the woods. Kilcooly is the church of the corner, Kilcarne is the church of the carne or glen, Kilboy is a yellow church, Killduff is a church of black stone, Killroot is a red church, and so on. Almost every name in Ireland has some significance. I saw only one harp during the three months we were in Ireland, and that was being played by a man in the street, who had an excellent touch and good expression. Street singers have almost entirely disappeared. The love of music and the love of fighting, however, cannot be eradicated from the race that has possessed them since creation, and the Celtic League is doing much to revive the ancient popular airs like "Home, Sweet Home," "Annie Laurie," and "Way Down on the Suwanee River." All of these are adaptations from melodies that have been sung by mother and child among the peasants of Ireland for centuries. General Sherman used to tell of a joke on himself when he was visiting Ireland shortly after the war. Hearing a band coming down the street playing "Marching through Georgia" he naturally assumed that it was a serenade in his honor. He put on his other coat, brushed his hair and whiskers and sat down to await a summons which did not come. After the music had passed beyond hearing he asked his aid-de-camp to find out what had happened. Colonel Audenreid, who was with him, quickly returned to explain that a local military company had marched down the street to the music of an old Irish air which had been plagiarized for one of our war songs.