Our Little Irish Cousin

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Our Little Irish Cousin

Little Cousin Series

Each volume illustrated with six or more full page plates in
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By Col. F. A. Postnikov, Isaac Taylor
Headland, Edward C. Butler,
and Others

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Our Little
Irish Cousin

Mary Hazelton Wade

Illustrated by
L. J. Bridgman

Emblem: Spe Labor Levis

L. C. Page & Company

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With the home of our Irish cousins we are not very familiar, but with our Irish cousins themselves we have a better acquaintance, for many of them have come over to settle in America, and they were among the bravest of the American troops in the World War. Of the part in the war taken by their people in Ireland we do not know so intimately, but we do know that they sent many men to France to help England defeat the Germans. They took our boys to their homes, and fed and clothed them; they nursed them back to health and strength, and by so doing the people of Ireland won their way into the hearts of the people of America.

Since the end of the war the bond between the two countries has grown even closer, for, under the leadership of America, the nations of Europe began to listen to Ireland’s plea for home rule. This plea was backed up by active Revolution, as was our own struggle for independence. Finally the Imperial British Government, with the interests of the Irish people at heart, granted them Home Rule, to control their own destinies within the British Empire. Unfortunately, however, even this did not prove a complete solution of Ireland’s difficulties, for some of the Irish people wished to remain attached to England, and enjoy the advantages of her wise and just rule. These were the people of Northern Ireland, called Ulster. So it has been agreed that they shall remain under English rule, leaving Home Rule for Southern Ireland.


You have often heard people speak of the Emerald Isle. When you have asked where it is and why it is so called, you have been told it is only another name for that small island to the northwest of the continent of Europe called Ireland.

The rains there fall so often, and the sun shines so warmly afterward, that Mother Nature is able to dress herself in the brightest and loveliest of colours. The people there are cheerful and good-natured. They are always ready to smile through their tears and see the funny side of every hardship.

And, alas! many things have happened to cause their tears to flow. They have suffered from poverty and hunger. Thousands of them have been forced to leave parents and friends, and seek a living within the kindly shores of America.

America is great, America is kind, they may think, but oh! for one look at the beautiful lakes of Killarney; oh! for a walk over the green fields and hills of the Emerald Isle. And oh! for the chance to gather a cluster of shamrock, the emblem of dear old Erin.

The little Irish cousin, who has never left her native land, may be poor, and sometimes ragged, but her heart is warm and tender, and she loves her country and her people with a love that will never change, no matter where she may travel or what fortune may befall her.


I. Norah1
II. The Thunder-storm    14
III. St. Patrick32
IV. Daniel O’Connell44
V. Killarney54
VI. Hallowe’en70
VII. Fairies80
VIII. Blarney Castle96

List of Illustrations

The driver stopped his car and asked Norah how far it was to the Lakes of Killarney16
Norah’s Home30
The Monument to Daniel O’Connell52
Norah and Mollie at Lough Lean62
Mollie and Her Father Visit Blarney Castle100

Our Little Irish Cousin


“Londonderry, Cork, and Kerry,
Spell that to me without a K.”

Can you do it now?” said Norah, laughing.

“Can I do it? Yes, easy enough, for I’ve heard the riddle before. T-h-a-t. There, Norah, you didn’t catch me this time.”

Molly laughed, too, as she spoke, and the little girls went on dressing their rag dolls.

They were great friends, these two children of Ireland, and, although they were ragged and dirty most of the time, and neither of them owned hats or shoes, they were happy as the day is long. And, when I say this, I mean one of the longest days of Ireland, which are very long indeed.

Norah had beautiful blue eyes and dark auburn hair. Her teeth were like pearls and her cheeks were rosy as the brightest sunset.

“She is a true daughter of Erin,” thought her mother, as she looked at the child. “May God will that she grow up to be as good as she is beautiful,” she said to herself, making the sign of the cross on her breast.

As for Molly, Norah’s little playmate, her hair was black as night. Many other lads and lasses of Ireland have hair like that. It is because, long years ago, before even the Christ-child dwelt among men, Spaniards came to the west coast of Ireland and settled among the people there.

They gave their black hair and dark eyes to the people already in the country, most of whom were fair in face, hair, and eyes. So it happens that sometimes they now have dark hair and blue eyes, and sometimes light hair and dark eyes.

“Norah! Norah, darlint! Come and feed the pigs,” called her mother. “They are that hungry they would eat the thatch off the house if they could reach it.”

Norah jumped up, and running home as fast as her young feet could carry her, took the dish of mush from her mother’s hands. She was instantly surrounded by a thin old mother pig and her ten little ones.

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