First, several couples stood forth at quarterstaff, and so shrewd were they at the game, and so quickly did they give stroke and parry, that […]

At one side lay the little town of Hollingford, into a street of which Mr. Gibson's front door opened; and delicate columns, and little puffs of smoke were already beginning to rise from many a cottage chimney where some housewife was already up, and preparing breakfast for the bread-winner of the family.

Presently a gondola passed along the canal with its slow rhythmical plash, and as we listened we watched it in silence.

An Irish pub, McCaul’s serves the Guinness, Harp and Bass you'd expect plus a rotating lineup of raspberry framboises and coffee porters.