provements of Bushy-park, the seat of the honorable colonel Howard, and Charleville, that of lord V. Monk, rests, in the distance, on the beautiful conical sugarloaf hills, and the dark mountains that rise in the rere of the Waterfall, and bound the horizon.

"As I do not pretend to the set phrase' of architectural description, I will content myself with telling you that Powerscourt-house is an ample and beautiful building, consisting of a centre and two wings, constructed of hewn stone; the front towards an ascending lawn of limited view, terminated by a mountain; the rere it is that affords the charming view which I have already attempted briefly to describe. The late lord Powerscourt was as liberal as the present, in opening to the public the enjoyment of this beautiful demesne, and my companion related to me an abuse of the privilege, strongly marking the spirit of the times in which it occurred. Immediately preceding the rebellion of 1798, a butcher or publican, or some such class of Dublin citizen, took his family, on a saint's day, into the county of Wicklow. He proceeded to Powerscourt demesne, drove up close to the house, and instead of choosing a spot which would not invade the privacy and retirement of the noble owners, he brought his basket of provisions into the back lawn, near to the drawing-room windows, a place which the general good sense and delicacy of visitors had always respected. This disciple of the political new light which flashed upon this country from the fiery corruscations of Gallic liberty, deliberately proceeded to spread out his refreshments,

when a servant was sent to inform the citizen, that it was not usual for a person to enjoy himself as he was preparing to do, in that particular spot, but that all other parts of the demesne were at his service; he regarded the message with stoical indifference, and continued his preparations; his children ran about, plucking every flower and shrub that pleased their fancy, while the senior members of the party laughed, and talked, and vociferated, as though they were lords of the soil, and with as perfect indifference to all feeling and enjoyment but their own, as a lady of fashion in the dress boxes of the theatre, and the coxcomb, who thinks he is amusing her, display by their senseless chatter, while Kemble or Siddons are confirming the immortality of Shakespear. The noble earl, who, in general, dressed very plain, was, at the time, amusing himself by clipping with a sheers some redundant and irregular growth of shrubs, and heard the message delivered by the servant, and the manner in which it was received. He quietly approached the party, the garden-sheers still in his hand, and gently expressed his wish that they would remove to some other part of the demesne, when the citizen, with an oath, by which a vulgar Irishman may be known all over the world, avowed his determination not to stir a step from where he had fixed himself. 6 No, not even if his master were to ask him to do so,' adding, that if every Irishman had his own, he had a better right to be there than any English settler.' 'Then,' said his lordship, if you would not move for lord Powerscourt,

you will not for me,' and quietly went away to resume his employment. This gross conduct of the disciple of Tom Paine so disgusted his lordship, that the gates of the demesne were, for some time after, closed against all of that description, who had not special permission to enter them. Perhaps nothing could more strongly illustrate, than this anecdote does, the abominable and destructive principles which emanated from the French revolution, and which, had the rebellion of 1798 succeeded, would have uprooted and swept away every distinction of property, rank, and education; and such are the principles which the palaceyard and spafield orators and demagogues of the present day dare to promulgate to a British people.

"Our way through the demesne lay along the banks of a stream, now swelled and embrowned by a recent fall of rain, sweeping, in some places, over a rocky bed, but mostly over a smooth sandy bottom of golden hue, and embosomed in the shade of various trees, which thickly overhang it, and in some parts, with uplifted roots, throw their obstructing arms across from bank to bank. On the other side of the stream stretches the beautiful demesne of Charleville, that and Powerscourt combining to mutual and general effect, giving and receiving beauty.' Lord Monk, the noble proprietor of Charleville, is among those real and efficient benefactors of their country, who, by a constant residence among their tenantry, oppose some counteracting good to the greatest evil Ireland labours under, that of absentees-an evil, the sources of poverty to

the people, and disaffection to the government; which leaves a poor ignorant peasantry open to all the attacks of demagogues, for which they are prepared by the exactions and abuses of a second-hand authority. His lordship has lately erected a handsome mansion, having been for many years obliged to reside in the offices, in consequence of a very fine edifice, built by the late lord Monk, having been destroyed by fire just as it was completed. This unfortunate circumstance having occurred immediately previous to the rebellion of 1798, strong suspicion, I understand, prevailed, at the time, that the fire was not accidental. The discovery was providentially made by the governess, before the progress of the flames had barred all escape, and she saved herself, and the children under her charge.

"The drive all through was close, but eminently of of sylvan character, until we arrived at the Waterfall."

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CHAP. IV.

NOTWITHSTANDING 'leaves are forth and green,' and poets write of vernal airs and the 'sweet south,' still the chilly north-east, and

'Winter lingering in the lap of May,'

teach us to feel that it is not summer weather,' and the timid Dryades of the Dargle remain yet unscared by the obstreperous enjoyments of holyday visitors. We have called the Dargle Dryades timid; but, on recollection, and considering how much their native and original virtues must have been corrupted by their acquaintance with city manners, timidity is, perhaps, the last of the rural and virgin qualities, which we should be justified in ascribing to them. But, be that as it may, our publication cannot wait for finer weather, and, such as it is, we must accompany Mr. Gregory Greendrake on his county Wicklow excursion. We last parted from him at the Waterfall, which, if he remained there until now, he must have