Dayton daily empire. [volume] (Dayton [Ohio]) 1850-1865, 1863-11-18
written expressly for the Dayton Empire
\ SUMNER In EUROPE.


ground, nearly in the. center of the city. In
oden times it was, a4 its name indicates,
military stronghold, but in these "piping times
OF peace" there are are only enough soldiers
in it to keep up a shoE Of guarding the ar
seunl and the state apartments of the Lord
Lieutenant Ascending handsome flight Of
steps, we we're ushered FIRST into the Guard
Room or Yeoman's Hall, thence into the
Presence Chamber, in which, seated upon Il
throne covered with crimson velvet, under a
canopy richly carved and gilded, the Lord
Lieutenant, in regal state, represents on spe-
cial occasions Her Majesty the Queen. The
walls around are hung with portraits Of all
the viceroys Ireland has had since her con
nection with England, and making all due al
lowance for the Aaitery of the painter brush,
we must still admit that they were fine look.
ing set of gentlemen Among those whose
names were most familiar we noticed Essex
Cromwell, Strafford and CORVALLIS. St.
Patricks Hall-the ball room---was the only
one besides the Presence Chamber which com
mauded our special attention. 1t is nearly
a hundred feet long, | should say, and forty
high, and fifty broad Its floor is wood mosaic,
highly polished; long richly cushioned benches
extend along its sides, and rich paintings GOV.
er the ceiling. 1t would be worth something
to see that Hail. brilliantly lighted as it is once
each year, and the "beauty and the chvalry'
OF Iceland gathered there to
"Chase the glowing hours with flying feet"
and to move aboutin the brilliant throng, with
the ear intoxicated with the delicious strains
of music, as the eye would be with splendor
but such sight is for the favored isw-theI
"hal deserted is all there is for us. The
interior of the chapel of the Castle is decorat
ed with the armorial bearings of the Lord
| Lieutenauls, and the wood work is all Of ele.
gantly carved Irish oak.
In one of our rides in the vicinity of Dua!
lin, we went out to the battlefield OF Clontaf,
where Brian Boroihme defeated the Danes, IN
la battle which ended forever their domirA-
ton over Ireland The field Of battle is n
Geid at all-simply the shore of the bay, which
is covered at every full tide, by water 10 q
depth OF three or four feet The tide was out
as we passed by, and three or four poor wo.
men were grubbing in the thick black mud [
for the little shel-fsh left by the rening
waves. 1t is a very nasty, unromantic rlsce,
to look upon, and all its stirring associations
can not make it interesting.
The Hillo Howth, three miles furthlr out,
il II bold promontory, at the end OF one offhel
arms which enclose the Bay Of Dublin me
view from thence Of the city and the bay is
enchanting Lady Dnflerin's lines beghnihgI
| "Oh, Bay OF Dublin, my heart your troublinl III
| Your beauty haunts me like fever dresm,T
are only worthy tribute to its beautitB 0nel
snowy night some years ago, the Lkerpool
packet, Queen" struck on the roiSs just /
under the Lighthouse, which stands faithful
sentiuel on the extreinity OF the prch0ntory, |
and went down with nearly all on lboafd-
| The blue water, we looksd down |
upon it, seemed almost fAh0niess, |
but resting as it was in placid AMI shining
genteness, 1t was hard to recogniztIit as the |
furious and remorseless destroyer 81 the help- !
less and the innocent, and the selfish posses |
sor still of their whitening bones.
| Another of our little excursions 6ns q short |
one into the county Wicklow Ne went By |
rail to the little watering place II Bray on |
the seasbore nine miles south of Dublin, and
then on the outside Of car, kplesed the |
Dargle, deep winding glen Of rhguiar wild. |
ness, visited the Powerscourt waterfall and
passing through the vast demehebof Lord
Powercourt, Sir George Huds In and Lord
Meath, we came back to and aleended Bray
Head. | was all unprepared 6i tie scene of
loveliness unsurpassed that buih upon us as
We gained the top. At our tkht hand lay
the apparently limitless ocean eeping in the
sunshine. ln front, was the FAY filed with
shipping, the queeny city aid the Dublin
Mountains with their heads above the clouds.
To the eft, spread out as far "a the eye could
reach, a rich and fertile county S--green mead
ows immense fields OF potatoes, wheat and
oats, all separated by neat hodges running in
right lines--gardens and larks, luxuriant
with flowers fruits and outrageous trees.
surrounding and partially coneealing the
elegant residences of the mobility. Still fur
ther to the left and behnl, were Wicklow
Mountains--a thousand fe't perpendicularly
below us, the pretty little village of Bray, and
the waves of ocean rolliag over smooth
white beach
Until this day | had always regarded the
extrayaRsnt rhapsodies of travellers over
beautiful scenery with souelhngof suspicion.
| had myself looked upon many charming
scenes and had calmly accorded them full
measure Of quiet admiration and Thought
this was all any one could give, but to-day the
beauties of nature seized hold of me, sent
my blood tnGling to nay fingers ends, and
filed my soul brimlul with unspeakable emo
tons as delightful ms they were new. have
, been thrilled TO the very center Of my being
, by bursts OF MISUNDERSTANDING before a
noble picture like Vests "Christ Healing the
: SICK" have felt as though my whole exist
, enee was a part only of the view before me,
! have been sWayed ike reed in the wind,