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the utter loneliness and solemnity of the scene, produced a melancholy reverie, which was interrupted by a funeral procession advancing to a new dug grave. The coffin was soon deposited in the chasm that appeared to yawn for it; the hollow sound produced by the clods falling on the bier, made an impression on my mind which I will never forget. Upon inquiry of one of the attendants, I learned that a young peasant girl, who had fallen a victim to the arts of an accomplished villain, was the person who had just been “in her narrow cell for ever laid.” Some months ago she was happy in the innocent tranquillity of rural occupations:
“ Her life, as free from thought as sin,
And spread its trembling circles wide.” The hopeful son of a mighty fox-" hunter before the Lord,” saw her at a village fairbut why should I detail all the circumstances of his baseness: the “sad eventful history" of this poor girl, was similar to that of Marmontel's Laurette; only it ended more unhappily.
The melancholy impressions made on my mind, lighted up a long train of awful reflections, and, for a while, I was deaf to all the “ melodies of the morn.” I retired to the hotel, and, after breakfast, sallied out in quest of objects to overcome my mournful thoughts, and force my heart into the expansion of happiness; but the heat was so great, that my garment stuck to me like the envenomed present
of Dejanira to the back of Alcides. I returned to my room, and sat down from a praiseworthy habit which I have got into, of committing every day my thoughts to paper;
“Chaque jour de ma vie est une feuille dans mon livre.” But I am not quite so particular as certain Scotch and German tourists, who describe the size of church doors and windows, copy inscriptions from “ storied urns," and sketch old shattered towers and Gothic monuments.
In the afternoon, I resumed my solitary wandering in quest of “fresh scenes and pastures new. The sun had nearly sunk below the horizon, when I walked along a path as it winded, like a serpent, to the top of a hill fringed with the richest foliage. The last rays of the sun seemed to kindle the lake into billows of living fire; the magnificent expanse gleamed in its pellucid beauty, and gently rippled before the soft evening zephyrs. Overcome by the sensations produced by the enjoyment of this prospect, I sunk into one of those delicious reveries which are a sort of shadow of the pleasures of Paradise. From this state I was started by the croaking of a raven, whose wild cry thrilled through the heart of the wood; then flapping its “funeral wing," it directed its flight, like a spirit of darkness, to its soli. tary cove.
After spending a day and a night at Antrim, I proceeded through Ballymenagh to the Giänts' Çauseway, Some thousands of acres are
covered with erect basaltic pillars, of different shapes,*
“ Which, like giants stand To centinel enchanted land.”
It is generally described as a mole, or quay, projecting into the sea; the columns stand in contact with each other, and somewhat resemble the appearance of a solid honey-comb. The angles of one frequently shoot over those of the other, so that they are completely locked together, and can never be separated without a fracture of these parts. Rowing round the promontory, I enjoyed a scenery magnificent beyond description
“ 'Around its base the bare rocks stood
Like naked giants in the flood”I was filled with astonishment on viewing the columns which seemed to have been erected, in parallel ranges, with architectural regularity. The space between the upright masses is as accurately filled up as in the honeycomb, and so closely as to hold water when a hollow in the surface suffers it to collect! This beautiful and curious arrangement extends itself through a large tract of country in every direction; insomuch, that several of the smaller
* « These immense blocks of stone stood in the gray light, like the phantom forms of antedeluvian giants, who, shrouded in the habiliments of the dead, came to revisit the earth, which they had plagued by their oppression and polluted by their sins, till they brought down upon it the vengeance of all-suffering Heaven." The Pirate:
quarries at some distance, appear to be only abortive attempts towards the production of a phenomenon like the great Causeway.
Some of the pillars are enriched with mosses; and are alternately illuminated by the sun's rays, and darkened by the clinging masses of foliage: the prospect is so fairy-like, that it appears beyond the jurisdiction of the pencil. The marks of yolcanoes in this part of the country afford exercise to the wild theories of geologists.
One supposes the Causeway to be a current of lava, which had been suddenly cooled by the sea,
and thus was made to assume regular forms! Dr. Hutton supposes that the lava was first fused in the bowels of the earth, where it remained consolidated, till the expansive force of subterranean fire, sent it to the surface. Dr. Kirwan, who is always dreaming of aqueous solution, says that the material of which the Causeway is formed, was split into columns by desiccation,” Really this is the rankest nonsense that was ever put in print; but I have not patience to notice any other of these wild and visionary hypotheses--Credat Judæus Apella!
Among the vast perpendicular precipices, there is a fountain called the Giants' Well, which contains iron in abundance. The Giants' Organ consists of a certain number of pillars, which, like the front of an organ, become gradually smaller at the top, and stand in single file with astonishing regularity. The
people in the neighbourhood have got it in their heads, that the giants of old built the Causeway, and they show strangers a fragment of rock, where they imagine the king of the giants sat very majestically observing his men at work!
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
Dublin, June 1st, 1819. I arrived here in one day in the coach from Belfast. Near Lisburn, (where I am told Mr. Oliver, of Baltimore, 's parents reside, I took a birds' eye view of the Marquis of Hertford's estate, which consists of 75,000 acres of land. His lordship is, like Cassio,
" A fellow almost damned in a fair wife."
You will recollect that the Marchioness is the reputed bonne amie of the Prince Regent, to whom she is resigned by her very complaisant husband! Near Newry, I saw the famous canal which connects Lough Neagh with the Carlingford bay and sea. We passed through the county of Down, in which the Marquis of Londonderry possesses a considerable estate. His son, Lord Castlereagh, is a member of Parliament from this county. This political