The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-09-30

from the summit of Mangerton is very extern
sive and truly magnificent. We rested and
reveed in it. for a bright half-hour, on the
breezy mountain top. Here we again encoun.
tered the dark bearded tourist Disdaning all
pony aid he had done Mangerton rs he did
Carran Tual. on foot But the trimness of his
toilet, and the morning freshness OF his men,
had suffered somewhat from the heat and toll
of the day. His raven whiskers were whltened
with dust his hat had backward inclination,
his pantaloons were tucked into ms boots, nus
coat of tweed cloth was borne by the guide his
shoulders were free from the bondage OF braces
which were twined carelessly about ms waist,
his cravat was united, and he was at loose ends
generally Here he was first gracious enough
TO make some conversation with me-
Madame, may | ask if you are an Amer
cam"
IL have that honor, sir
"Aw-l thought so something in the man
ner a little peculiar-aw. Have you spent
much time in London
About two months
AVA great place is London-qmte a
world, | may say. You would like the literary
society of London, excessively, if you could once
get the entree but it is difficult to do that, very
dificult-aw.
Indeed | have not found it So.
After little more talk of this sort, our
friend called to his guide and was Oft In
few minutes, we saw him on an opposite peak,
and very soon dashing down the mountain, to-
ward Killarney He seemed to give no pause
for resting, or prospecting March
March !" seemed to be his word, as he were
the Wandering Jew. on in Irish tour.
On our descent, my English friend abandon
ed his hard gated pony and the beaten track,
and plunged down the mountain side In more
direct course. on foot Piqued by this ungal-
liant desertiOn, made II rash VOW to follow IN
the very footsteps of my faithless cavalier.
Such chase as he led me, through boggy hol-
lows, down rocky lodges, over small chasms
and natural bitches while the aforementioned
volunteer guides and mOuntam-dew damsels
followed close upon our track, utterlng excla-
nations of delight and astOnishment, sometimes
more emphatic than pious-perhaps recognIs-
ing in this reckless love of fun and adventure
a spirit kindred to their own.
After a charming drive through Lord Ken
mares demcSne, we dined in u picturesque cot
tage. on the lake shore, from which place we
rOwed to sweet Innisfallen, and wandered at
twilight among its deep shadowy groves and
the solemn ruins of what, ages and ages ago,
was the noble temple of learning and letters.
From Innisfallen, we went to Ross Castle, a
grand old ruin. once the stronghold of the
ODonaghue, besieged and destroyed by CrOm-
we'll the great spectator of Ireland. Here the
fine -frenzied tourist turned up, for the last
time-he rushed past us as we were entering,
and was quickly lost in the ruins, bat appeared
afterwards at various points and parapets He
did the old castle as he had done the other
sights, in an incredibly short time-dashed
down to his boat, flung himself in, ordered the
men to push oif-"away flew the light bark"
far into the deepening twilight and the black
tourist passed from our sight for
ever As for us, we fingered till long after
in the beautiful grounds of Ross
island or on the lake before the castle, holding
pleasant converse with the famous Paddy
Blake" the prince Of echoes Paddy" cried
our hclmsman, with stentorian voice do We
know who's been paying Il visit to yer ould |
castle! Listen, then, till tell ye: the rose,
the thistle, the shamrock and the wild flying |
Ugie! :" Paddy seemed duly to appreciate the
honor, for he repeated the words OF the boat
man, as though IN Joyous surprise. 1t was odd
10 hear those dark grand, ivory-mantled pal
ace halls ringing with blthe bugle notes and
oily laushter-taIking in such Il free and easy
yay--yOcal with so rich brogue.
That last night, we enjoyed a merry tea
thinking together in private parlor, and
arly in the morning set forth by stage. coach,
or Limerick As to the Victoria Hotel"
he least said by me, the better for its reputa-
ion. | cOnsran myself to silence in regard
D the broken bell-wires and other adaptations
a my apartments, trusting in the truth of the
rOverb, 1.-THE least said the soonest mended"
n Our outdoor life at Killarney our only seri-
us annoyances were beggars and midges. Be-
ween the two you bleed at every pore
This letter has stretched to u preposterous
'ngth but could not help it, My pen has
eemed to run by itself, and certainly has taken
0 wild and rambling ways. will try to get
of it, and hold proper sway over it,
lext time; but cannot promise positively for
IS good behaviour. AS ever, yours,
GRACE Greenwood