America has never had a war in which the brave sons of the Emerald Isle have not been found under the star-spangled banner, musket in hand, risking their lives for their adopted country.
But I met one woman in the Emerald Isle whose hair was snow-white, and whose face seemed to beam a benediction.
Chester now understood why Ireland was called the Emerald Isle.
On going over the viaduct two well dressed men from the Emerald Isle could be heard in critical conversation.
This would mean an additional two weeks to the tour, and no doubt more time could pleasantly be spent in the Emerald Isle.
