Fish market, Galway, Sep. 25. 1844

View of the fish market in Galway, looking towards Kirwan's Lane, with a sailing boat moored to a bollard and numerous figures. Most of the women wear shawls, most of the men have tall hats. There is a donkey and high-sided cart, and a pig, near some figures reaching into a barrel or cask.

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  • Caption within boundaries of image – Fish Market Galway Sep. 25 1844

Image Details

Genre Townscape
Technique Watercolour paintings
Subject(s) Cities and towns, Manners and customs
Geographical Location
  • Spanish Arch - Named locality
  • Galway - Town or city
  • Galway - County
  • Connaught - Province
Keywords(s) Baskets, Boats, Buildings, Carts, Castles, Children, Donkeys, Doors & Doorways, Fishing, Harbours, Hats, Houses, Livestock, Men, People, Pigs, Shawls, Women
Colour Coloured
Published / created 1844

Bibliographical Details

Travel Account Roadside Sketches
Print or manuscript Manuscript
Location of image in copy p. 36
Source copy National Library of Ireland PD 4032 TX
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Rights Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland

Related text from travel account

The palmy days of Coach travelling in England are past. The procession of Mails on the Queens birthday is discontinued. The glory of the Angel & the Peacock with their venders of bad cutlery & spurious “Friendship’s Offerings” is departed. The little arts which enabled once to pass a comfortable night on the top of a coach are become worthless. But who can forget the settling of luggage & passengers as we went through Holloway, the spare coat spread over the knees of all, the cold flap of the tail of the “Cod fish for Market Harbro’” against his cheek, the will filled & freely shared a cigar case which put Everybody in good humour, the sweet smell of the hayfields at the top of High gate Hill, the social supper at Redburn, the ringing of the bugle through Woburn Sands, the hot coffee at Northampton and the sharp chill air at Lamport which announced the approach of Sunrise? – Who does not remember the masterly style in which Arbridge took the Defiance the last 30 miles into Town? Who can forget “old Joe” who born on the Ocean and bred a sailor by some strange fate was metamorphosed into a post boy from which, by a more natural transition he became one of the best whips on the road? Or Peter who knew, & had his fit of gossip for every man woman & child [p.2] on the thirsty miles of road over which he had driven as many years? – Alas! – Instead of all this our children first asseverations with travel will be connected with the jangle of an abominable bell and the monosyllabical reiteration of “Tring” – Pleasant is the memory of the “Fast Coach”! – One day the Irish Car, the most agreeable of vehicles, will share its fate. Railroads will be driven over the wilds of Donegal and Mayo & I shall boast as a rare distinction that I travelled though them on an outside car in the long vacation of 1843. If I had journeyed round Ireland without bringing home a grateful recollection of the car which “In safety carried me round the green Isle” I should deserve to be [sketch] Tumbled into a Bog & left there. [pp. 1-2]
Fish market, Galway, Sep. 25. 1844