fusion of evergreen variety!! from the close creeping ivy to the loose untameable arbutus, that is no where in character and at home, except here amidst its companionable rocks. There were two cottages directly under this native habitat of the arbutus. One was the white-washed abode of a Protestant: it had some of the conveniencies, and a few of the comforts, that the Protestants of English descent ever contrive to have around them. The other cottage, directly under the hill, was the habitation of a Milesian, one of the O'Leary's of Ivelearagh. Never was there such a position for a cottage "ornee." If fancy roamed the world wide, it could not light on a lovelier spot, such perfect groupings for a landscape, such an entire place of happy repose; even a common English boor would have felt a pride in keeping it clean ; and this was all it wanted. But this, O, this descendant of princes, this thick-blooded Milesian, strutting in all Spanish idleness, in his loose and lank great coat, stood himself, his house, his pig-sty and pig, all of a match,

They deformed the place instead of beautifying it. And yet, after all, in spite of this O'Leary, the place-even if it was defiled by a Hottentot's kraal - was surpassingly beautiful.

With all the chivalry of a Quixotte, and elated with the picturesque, I took my glove, threw it down, and challenged the world, in island or continent, in tropic or temperate zone, to match me such a spot. “Come," says Edward "I take up your glove. -I hold myself as craven, unworthy over hill and dale to explore nature's beauties, if I do not shew you, before we quit the glen, a more striking scene than this." The challenge made and accepted thus in solemn form, we proceeded onwards to where a stream, the child of the valley, gave up its pure untainted waters to the ocean-and such a lovely stream !! We came to where was an ancient bridge. It is not often that any thing good is associated with the recollections of the Irish concerning Cromwell; still this bridge was called after him, and yet

no curse connected with its construction. "Look around you here," says Edward "and give up the glove. Look at that wild wooded hill. Look above, at those astounding mountains. Look at that waterfall, and the tumbling turbulent channel of this stream. Look at that mass of oak trees, in all the grey promise of their bursting buds : see how they set off the green variegation of the arbutus and the holly. Then see the white-barked birch, climbing up that precipitous bank. And this very bridge we are standing on, look how it flings its airy arch over the chasm beneath us. Look at this exquisite sea view-the Martello tower on yonder island, and Glengarriff Castle peeping with its turrets from amidst its woods. Give up, Sir-the glove is mine to have and

to hold?"

C. O.

SKETCHES

IN THE SOUTH OF IRELAND.

LETTER IV.

TO THE REV. THOMAS P. M- -E.

DEAR SIR,

I will fairly confess to you that I was never more at a loss than how to get on or get out of Glengariff. I know that my poor pen cannot do justice to this scenery, and if you were for half an hour there, you would accord that he must be a felicitous describer, indeed, who could convey a suitable idea of this curious valley.-The draughtsman it is true, might catch the character and convey the idea of some insulated spot-the painter might arrest upon his canvass some of those combinations of light and shade that commu

nicate a happy, but changeful glory to some selected scene; but the whole panoramato convey a suitable representation of it-to impress upon the mind an adequate idea of this singular glen, the pencil, the pallet, as well as the pen, must fail. But, reader, take what I can give-and perhaps the only thing I can give, will be a longing desire of inspecting this beautiful valley with your own

eyes.

I ascended a pathway, accompanied by one who had a painter's eye, a poet's mind, and a heart so harmonized as to be ever ready to rise from the contemplation of nature to look up to nature's God, and say

"These are THY glorious works, Parent of Good!"

We proceeded through woods of oak, birch, holly, arbutus-here ascending precipitous rocks, to gain a bird's-eye view of all around ---again we sank into a deep dargle, through which, darkly and far beneath, a river forced its noisy and petulant channel ;--again we advanced where the rocks and precipices re