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It is, moreover, an exceedingly beautiful country, being filled with fine buildings, highly cultivated lands, excellent roads, canals, and a great variety of other objects which are pleasant to look upon. Wales is also an interesting country of tall mountians, and deep vallies. Scotland is famous for its bright blue lakes, its dashing streams, its healthy hills, and above all, for the curious manners and customs of its people.

Ireland is the home of the Irish, and a bee hive of a place it must be, if we may judge by the swarms of people that emigrate from it to America. Well, I am going to tell you of these several countries, and I doubt not that I shall be able to amuse you, in relating my rambles there.

CHAPTER II.

Preparation for Travelling.

THERE is nothing like a fair start in every undertaking. Before you begin a journey, it is well to know which way you are going, how far, and by what means

you are to travel, and what sort of a country it is you are to visit.

I suppose that all of you know something of Great Britain, but it is well to remind you that it lies far to the east, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. It is 3000 miles from Boston. The sun travels very fast, but it rises in England fully three hours before it rises in America.

The British Islands number of small ones. part of the larger one.

consist of two large ones, and a England occupies the southern Wales is on the west, and

Scotland at the north. The other large island is Ireland. London is the capital of England, and a prodigious place it is. It is five times as large as New York and about twenty times as large as Boston.

Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, is also a large city, consisting of two parts, one very old, and the other quite new. The old town appears at a distance like a thousand tall haystacks, packed closely together. The new town consists of well built houses of stone and brick. Dublin is the capital of Ireland, and it is a very tine city.

The Voyage.

CHAPTER III.

Adventure with a Fishing Smack. The
Steamboat.

THE Great Western, the Sirus, and the Royal William, those mighty steamboats that now cross the Atlantic, were not in existence when I performed my voyage to Great Britain, and had they been, I would not have ventured on board either of them. They may be safe enough, but I prefer a ship that depends upon masts, and spars, and sails. A craft of this sort seems to me a natural kind of machine, and appears to fly over the blue element like a hawk. But a steam ship, spouting forth smoke and fire, plunging and ploughing along, whether the wind is ahead, abeam or abaft, appears to me out of nature, and a sort of monster. But this may be only the prejudice of an old man, who is apt to love that which has been familiar to him, and entertains a dislike of new and strange con trivances.

I sailed in one of the regular packets, and after a voyage of eighteen days, we entered St. George's Channel. The captain was now on deck with his spyglass, and he soon discovered the coast of Ireland, lying to the left. In a few hours we came up with a fishing smack. There were two men, and a boy on

board. We bought of them several fresh codfish, and the captain paid a round price for them. The fishermen were however dissatisfied, and called upon the captain for some rum. Accordingly a decanter of this liquor was tied to a small rope, and swung over the side of the vessel to the men in the boat. One of them received it, and after taking a long drink, handed it to the other. After a stout pull at the liquor, this man gave it the boy, who followed the example of his masters. Having finished, he was about to permit the empty decanter to be drawn back into the ship, when the master of the smack gave him a smart slap at the side of the head, saying, "Avast, you nasty fellow, don't you know better than to give the bottle to the gentleman after you have had your dirty mouth upon it?" So saying, he stowed the decanter among the fish in the

bottom of his boat, cast loose from our ship, and was soon scudding away before the wind.

Two days after this, we came close to the tall mountains of Wales, and took a pilot on board. When we had come within about thirty miles of Liverpool, being detained by a head wind, I got on board a steamboat, which was crossing from Ireland to Liverpool. The steamboat was loaded with cattle and sheep, with about seventy Irish people, men, women, and children, who were going over to England to assist in gathering in the harvest. They were wretched looking creatures, ill clad, and apparently half starved. They really seemed less happy than the well fed oxen and fat sheep that were going to be slaughtered at the Liverpool market.

CHAPTER IV.

About Liverpool. The Exchange. The Cemetery, The Manchester.

Asylum.

AFTER a run of about five hours in the steamboat, we reached Liverpool. The next day, our vessel canie up, and was taken into Prince's dock. This is an in

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