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the sharp mountain air which came down powerfully through the Gap, we were constrained to decline indulging in any of her "poteen;" nor did we patronize the two or three native artillerymen who were stationed here, with small cannon, which, for a trifling fee, they fire with remarkable effect in respect to the echoes of the report in the mountains.

In the afternoon we rode eight or ten miles through the beautiful grounds of Lord Kenmare and the Hon. Mr. Herbert, M. P., to the “Meeting of the Waters," where “the picturesque Dinish Island divides the stream. This spot is said to have been warmly admired by Sir Walter Scott when he visited the lakes." There is a small inn or half-way house on the island, where refreshments can be obtained, and where fishing implements are kept for the use of visitors. On our way back we visited Muckross Abbey, a photograph of which is among our collection, and from the back of which we copy: “The well-known ruins of Muckross Abbey are situated in the beautiful demesne of Muckross, the property of Colonel Herbert, about two miles from the town of Killarney, and to the antiquary, as well as the general visitor, present considerable attractions. The Abbey was erected by the McCarthys, Princes of Desmond, for Franciscan friars, A. D. 1340. In 1602 it was reëdified, and though ruin has resumed its sway, is still in a good state of preservation. The cloisters are the most perfect portion of the ruins, and consist of semi-circular and twelve-pointed arches, overshadowed by the foliage of an immense yew tree, planted at the time of the erection of the Abbey, and whose trunk measures upward of ten feet in circumference. The chancel contains a fine east window, the tracery of which is still perfect. Here were also interred the

remains of the O'Sullivans, the O'Donoughues, and the MacCarthy More, founder of the Abbey.” We brought away with us, as keepsakes, some of the leaves of this famous old yew tree, which we regarded with special interest, not unmixed with a sort of reverence inspired by age.

Killarney, with its lake and mountain scenery, and the highly-adorned estates of Lord Kenmare, Hon. Mr. Herbert, and other wealthy landlords, must be a charming summer resort. The lake, there is really only one—is in three parts; the lower and largest being six miles long and three wide. The upper lake is four miles long and two broad. On the side of one of the mountains is O'Sullivan's cascade, which has a fall of seventy feet, and opposite to this is Innisfallen Island, immortalized by Moore:

“Sweet Innisfallen, fare thee well

May calm and sunshine long be thine;
How fair thou art let others tell,

While but to feel how fair be mine.

“Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell

In memory's dream that sunny smile
Which o'er thee on that evening fell

When first I saw thy fairy isle.” DUBLIN, MAY 25.— Leaving Killarney at 1 A. M., we have made good time to reach Dublin, one hundred and eighty-six miles, at 5} P. M., considering that we stopped two hours at Mallow for the connecting train from Cork. These two hours were agreeably passed in a walk through the town and a visit to the ruins of an old castle in the vicinity, the history of which we did not learn. It was once the stronghold, no doubt, of some lord of the manor; but its crumbling walls are now covered with ivy, and the crows and other birds seemed to hold possession.

The crows especially appear to be quite at home all along the route, and are very tame compared with their American cousins. Evidently they are ignorant of the smell of gunpowder, or they would be more shy. It was a satisfaction to observe how freely and contentedly they appeared to enjoy life. The buoyant opening of spring, looking from a human point of view, may have conduced somewhat toward this happy state of feeling; for in the words of Shelley

“ 'Tis now the season when the earth upsprings

From slumber; as a shepherd angel's child,
Shadowing its eyes with green and golden wings.”

CHAPTER IV.

BELFAST, May 28, 8 o'clock P. M.

We are now (07 on the steamer about to convey us to Greenock, where we are to take the cars for Glasgow. To go back to the solid-looking old city of Dublin, through the center of which runs the river Liffey, which is navigable only for small vessels,-Kingstown, six miles distant, is the principal harbor of Dublin, and the two cities are connected by a railroad. We reached Dublin on the 25th, and stopped until the morning of the 27th, visiting the principal places of interest, including some of the large mercantile houses famous for their poplins and Irish linens. We made two visits to Trinity College and its spacious lawns, where the students were. flitting from one point to another in their square caps and long gowns, dreaming, no doubt, of distinguishing themselves

some in one way and some in another— hereafter. They were very polite to us in giving any information we desired. The college buildings are so arranged as to form a large open square, in the center of which is the bell tower. In answer to a remark by us that it was a pity such fine buildings should look so dingy- for they are almost black-one of the students replied, “Oh, no, we wish they had a still older look.” Connected with the college are fine play-grounds, where, after their daily studies, we saw large numbers of the students playing at ball, pitching quoits, and otherwise stirring their blood and strengthening their muscles by athletic exercises. At the main entrance to the college stand statues of Burke and Goldsmith, who were students here at the same time about 1746. Oliver was rather a wild youth, and graduated without honors. It was in retaliation for some jocular epitaphs written upon him by his literary associates long afterward that he wrote on his college companion:

“Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such

We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much;
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,

And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.” In the college library are busts of many distinguished Irish characters, among them Dean Swift's and those of some of his contemporaries. We saw here the first English Bible brought into Ireland. The museum is filled with interesting objects, of which we took note particularly of the harp of Brian Boru, of Irish fame, the charter-horn of King O’Kavanagh, and the writing desk of Charles Lever, the novelist.

The castle, which, like Trinity College, was founded by Queen Elizabeth, is another establishment of great interest as the residence of the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland. In the grand entrance hall we found a company of soldiers with their muskets stacked, and the walls were covered with swords and other weapons arranged in ornamental style, various battle-flags, etc. We went into the different state apartments, where, in the winter season, the Lord Lieutenant and his lady give splendid entertainments. The chapel, too, with its beautiful stained-glass windows, was well worth visiting. Represented upon these windows are the different arms of all the Lord Lieutenants of Ireland.

The Bank of Ireland, formerly the Irish House of Parliament, is the most imposing structure, perhaps, in Dublin. It is situated in College Green, near Trinity College. The House of Lords remains unchanged, save that in the place of the throne there is a statue of George III. On either side of the hall is a large picture - the one representing the Battle of Boyne Water, and the other the Siege of Derry. The House of Commons is used for one of the offices of the bank.

Of the churches we visited, St. Patrick's Cathedral was the most interesting, as containing numerous monuments to distinguished persons. Here rest the ashes of Dean Swift and of the “Stella" of his poetry

– Mrs. Johnson. This cathedral was built in 1190, and dedicated to St. Patrick, who, in 448, himself erected a church on the same site where the cathedral now stands. It is related that while engaged in his mission of preaching to the Irish people he baptized the first converts to the Christian faith at a well which is still shown in the south transept of the cathedral.

In company with two of our steamer companions,

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