The Cathedral seemed a low insignificant building, and the streets were narrow. Passing this ancient City, we arrived at the Inn at Bangor Ferry, about two miles distant, at half-past eleven, by the Chronometer, having travelled 130 miles since we left Birmingham. This is a small but comfortable Inn, and the people are remarkably attentive and intelligent. We refreshed ourselves with some Tea, and found that the London Mail would not arrive till three o'clock in the morning, so that we had no occasion to hurry ourselves. After making arrangements for getting the Carriage over the Ferry, and ordering Horses forward, which was performed by a fellow with Stentorean lungs, bawling through a speaking trumpet, in Welch, to the Stable keeper on the other side of the Menai strait, we rambled out by twilight, and found our little hospitium, romantically situated on the shore, and at no great distance from the Suspension Bridge, which was then nearly completed. Having ascertained by the trumpet, that the Carriage was over, we stepped into the Boat, and crossing the strait, were landed a little westward of the Bridge, which is a most astonishing proof of human skill and enterprize. There are four piers on the Anglesea side, and three on the other; the central opening is 560 feet from the points of suspension; the road way will be about 100 feet from high water. We saw but little of the next stage of 13 miles, having slept the greatest part of the way, and it was twenty minutes past two when we arrived at a new and large Inn, called Mona House, in the center of the Isle of Anglesea. It was sometime before we could get the natives roused, and the Horses put to. The next stage, also of 13 miles, was quite uninteresting, and at a quarter-past four, we were set down at the Hotel at Holyhead. Here we learned that the Post Office Steam Packet would not start before six, so we sent the Carriage down to the Pier, and enjoyed the luxury of clean linen, and a good breakfast. The houses at this place, are rudely built, and the town is altogether very insignificant, and would be still more so, were it not the station for the Packets.

WEDNESDAY, 15th JUNE.

A few minutes before six, we stepped on board the Cinderella, and at a quarter-past, the Captain came down on a milk-white ambling palfrey, and at half-past, we were clear of the Pier. The sky was serene, the day delightful, and the sea quite smooth, so that we cut our rapid. way through it, with little motion, and it was said that we should make the passage in little more than six hours. The distance is about 68 miles. Thirty passengers embarked, none of whom were in the least ill, except one Lady, and she was not much incommoded-perhaps she thought it feminine to be a little qualmish, for she was of a certain age when Ladies are apt to be a little particular. Our worthy Secretary having been deprived of his usual rest, had retired to his berth, as soon as we rounded the Pier head, and we saw no more of him during the passage. The biforked Snowdon, and the other towering Mountains gradually diminished as we proceeded, and at half-past eight, we saw the Wicklow Mountains, a head. At nine, the company sat down to breakfast, with the exception of the ladies, who did not venture below. The Captain, a very gentlemanly person, never quitted the deck, but kept himself quite aloof from all the passengers, save one with whom be seemed to be acquainted; and the most perfect order and silence were observed among his people. About ten, we first observed the Dublin Packet, which afterwards crossed us about 3 miles to the westward. The big Hill of Howth, the Islands af Lambay, and Ireland's Eye soon after opened upon us. The Hill of Howth, is a rocky Peninsula, which projects considerably into the sea, and forms the north boundary of Dublin Bay. At five minutes before twelve, we were alongside Howth Pier, having performed the voyage in about six hours, as had been calculated. The people on the Pier were very expeditious, and

to land the Carriage was the work of only a few minutes. We had a polite parting bow from our Captain, and amused ourselves with the Paddies contending for the porterage of the passengers' luggage, and the bustling scene around us, till we got Horses, and set off for Dublin, where we arrived a little before two, and drove to Bilton's Hotel, in Sackville Street, where apartments had been engaged for us; but the Master had been expecting us for a week past, and had given us up, and let his best rooms to another party; so we went to Morrison's, in Dawson Street, where we found good bed rooms, and a sitting room, upwards of 30 feet long, and fronting the north, a most desirable aspect in the hot weather; and it also commanded a view of the extensive Gardens of Trinity College. After taking possession, and seeing the luggage disposed in our different apartments, we dressed, and sat down to dinner at five. A facetious looking waiter, asked what Wine we would "plase" to drink, and as we did not immediately make up our minds, he said, "well Gentlemen I will be putting on a bottle of Sherry, and another of Sauterne, and then you'll just be thinking about what you'll be having besides." The salmon was very crisp and good, but the soles tasted of the hot weather. The potatoes, as might have been expected here, were admirable; but the griddled ones, which were ordered by that refined epicure, Mr. Schultes, were delicious, and it was resolved, nem. com. that griddled potatoes be a standing dish, during our abode in Dublin. Mr. Morrison's cellar must be a very good one, for the Sauterne was as cool as if it had been iced. The Sherry too tasted well after the Fish, and the Champagne was as good as the rest; so we began to think that we had fallen into very good quarters. We questioned Luke the waiter, about the water, who said it was the finest in the world, but he did not trouble it much, though it was blessed water, for it was St. Patrick's own well that was in the very house. After dinner, we wrote home to announce our safe arrival, and having travelled all the preceding night, we went early to bed.

THURSDAY, 16th JUNE.

Got up at five-a very hot morning-went down to the sitting room and wrote a couple of letters. At six I sallied out for a walk, and in Stephen's Green, was surprised to find Mr. Schultes at so early an hour, This is one of the largest squares in Dublin, and is a mile round. (Is this a Bull?) It is enclosed by a handsome iron railing, with a gravel walk and shrubbery. The lawn in the center, is not very neatly kept, for some large hay cocks were upon it. This square is a very fashionable residence. From thence we went to College Green, and quizzed the Equestrian Statue of William of "glorious memory." Some military trophies in the panels of the marble pedestal are painted in party colours, which produce a paltry effect. On the north side of this area, stands the Bank, which, before the Union, was the House of Parliament; it is built of Portland Stone, and is one of the finest edifices in the City. Trinity College fronting the Green, on the east side, presents nothing very striking. Went into a Chemist's Shop, and bought some Cheltenham Salts, Eau de Cologne, and Elder Flower Water, for the Sun bad made sad havoc with our complexions. Visited a Bookseller's next, and bought a guide in Dublin; another in Wicklow; and two Lithographic Prints of the great Fossil Elk, or Moose Deer, which was found about a year ago in the County of Limerick. The Bookseller told us that the entire skeleton was set up in the Museum Hibernicum, and I made a memorandum to see it. This Museum is only open to the public, two days in the week, which I think are Tuesday and Friday. After breakfast, sat down at ten o'clock to investigate the Society's Accounts, and were occupied with them till three. Dressed and walked to the Post Office, in Sackville Street; a handsome building, with a Corinthian Portico. Always put in my own letters, when they are of any consequence. Dinner had been ordered at half-past four, but we

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waited some time for Mr. Noy, who had been amusing himself in the Four Courts-this excuse was admissible, he being a limb of the profession. The Sauterne and Champagne were as good as the day before, and after dinner we tried the Claret, which was high flavoured, and not “travaillé à l'Anglois.”

We had ordered the Carriage at six, and drove to the Black Rock, a Village about 3 miles distant, on the south side of the Bay; here are a few bathing machines, and it is a place of great resort on Sundays, for the good Citizens of Dublin. There are some very neat Cottages on the road; the thatching of which is the very best work of the kind I have ever seen, and although I had heard much of the neatness of these buildings, they far surpassed my most sanguine expectations. I looked out in various directions for the Black Rock, expecting to see some stupendous mass,

but could find nothing more than a dark colored limestone crag, just peeping above the surface, near the water's edge. Went on to Dunleary, to see the new Harbour which is making there, by carrying a mole out into the Sea, composed of blocks of granite thrown in promiscuously. The work may now be said to be only in its infancy, and will be enormously expensive. This place is not now called Dunleary, but Kingstown; in consequence of his Majesty having visited it, and which event is commemorated by a trumpery obelisk, erected at the foot of the pier. The base is a low granitic rock, upon which are placed four cannon balls of the same material, supporting a square tapering shaft, about twelve feet high!! surmounted by a regal crown. It is so diminutive, that it looks at a distance, like a big constable's staff, set up