ere is a groin or an eroded beach on the shores of the United Kingdom that I have not seen and thoughtfully considered。 Amongst other places we went to Ireland； where； as the Chairman of the mittee； I examined all the southern coasts of that beauteous isle； also a fine variety of inland swamps which it was thought possible to reclaim。
It was a very interesting experience because of the number and different classes of people with whom we came in contact as we journeyed from place to place in motor…cars。
I found the Irish the most charming and attractive people that I have ever met and the most inprehensible。 What rather disgusted me； however； was the mendicant attitude of mind which again and again I observed among those who gave evidence before us。 They all wanted something out of the Government； and generally something for nothing。 I remember growing enraged with one witness； a most shameless beggar； and saying to him； “The fact is； sir； that after the British Government has given you the horse； you expect that they should feed it also。”
“Shure； your Honour！” he answered； quite unperturbed； or words to that effect。
As I was dressing one morning at a Cork hotel； I received a telegram informing me that King Edward had died during the night。 We did not leave Cork till ten or eleven o’clock； but up to that hour； although the news was well known； I saw no indication of public mourning。 No bells were rung； and no flags flew at half…mast。 This may have been mere carelessness； or it may have been — something else。 That day； when stopping under a tree to shelter from a heavy shower； I fell into conversation with an Irish farmer of the humorous type； and told him the sad intelligence。 He reflected for a moment； then said； “Is that so； your Honour？ Wel