>From the Clonmel Chronicle August 1892. The Two Travellers. All over the world, the traveller said, In my peregrinations I've been, And there's nothing remarkable, living or dead, But those eyes of mine have seen, >From the lands of the ape and the marmoset, To the tents of the fellaheen, But the other said, "I'll lay you an even bet, You were never in Farranaleen". I've hunted the woods near Seringapatam, And sailed in the Polar Seas, I fished for a week in the Gulf of Siam, And lunched on the Kersonese, I've lived in the valleys of fair Cashmere, Under Hymalayas snowy ridge, Then the other impatiently said, "See here, Were you ever at Laffan's Bridge. I've lived in the land where tobacco is grown, In the suburbs of Santiago, And I spend two years in Sierra Leone, And one in Del Fuego. I walked across Panama all in a day, Ah, me,! But the road was rocky--, The other replied, "Will you kindly say, Have you been to the Horse and Jockey",?. I've borne my part in a savage fray, When I got this wound from a Lascar-- We were bound just then from Mandalay, For the Island of Madagascar. Ah, the sun never tired of shining there, And the trees canaries sang in--- "What of that," said the other, "sure I've a pair, And theres lots of them over in Drangan". I've hunted the tigers in Turkestan, In Australia the kangaroos, And I've lived six months as a medicine man, To the tribe of the Kalamazoos. And I've stood on the scene of Olympic games- Where the Grecians showed their graces---- The other replied, "Now tell me, James, Were you ever at the Fethard races ?". "Don't talk of your bunting in Yucatan, Or of fishing off St. Helena, I'd rather see young fellows hunting the 'wran' In the hedges of Tubberaheena. No doubt the scenes of a Swiss canton, Have a passable sort of charm. Give me a sunset on Slievenamon, >From the road at Hackett's Farm!. "And I'd rather be strolling along the quay, And watch the river flow, Than growing tea with the cute Chinee, Or mining in Mexico. And I wouldn't much care for Sierra Leone, If I hadn't seen Killenaule, And the man that was never in Mullinahone, Shouldn't say he had travelled at all." Mary