The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1874-09-01
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1RELaND AND SCOTLAND.

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EReported By a Richmond Man On his Trayels.l I.
Inow give You 9 faint outline Of my trip
|frDm the !" Giants Canseway, TO Glasgow.
+ propose, In brief, to sketch this route.
Eand Imagine twill beof interest to every
person !; for tits universally admitted that the
days sail from thee Giants Causeway to the
point OF 8pproaehin Europe. Landing some
passengers ut Londonderry, two or three
hours brought ms III sight OF the "Giant's
Causeway, that remarkable rock formation,
and for twenty miles we coasted so near that
we could see Its formation rising in terraces
Of beauty. 1t is certainly appropriately
named, for there is SO much grandeur In these
basaitic columns that the finest monuments OF
mans art, when placed in contrast, seem in
deed the work of pigmies. No wonder
that it seemed through centuries Of barba-
rism the work of q greater race; something
that belonged to the" ages long az" those
far off times to which history aud inspiration
were giants in those days." TO person
from the new world. where everything was
named, as 1t were. but yesterday, the "Giant's
poetry Of antiquity.
from which Scotland's King sailed to Ban.
nockburn and victory, and soon Ailsa
Craig" rising like 8 hay-stack from the ocean,
about enc thousand feet high, generally
known as "The Paddy's Milestone" half
way between Belfast and Glasgow There
are two things remarkable about this crag:
First, it is perfectly cone-shaped from every
side, and, secondly, steamer can sail around
a. fact rio hmm
from the sea. And now we see upon our
left the Blue mountains of "Arran," over
three thousand feet high, and on the right
Ayrshire, the land of Burns. We see the
smoke rising from the town of Ayr, where
empty those twin streams Of song " The Ayr
and the Doom"
We now enter the Firth of Clyde and pass
the old town Of Largs, where the Scots re-
pulsed the Danes almost thousand years
ago, and directly opposite the home of the
Marquis of Butte, the well-kuown hero of
Lothian. On either side are burroughs and
villages of red aud gray sandstone, present
ing a substantial appearance 10 the white and
green blind character of our American
towns. And now we pass Greenoch, where
I" Highland Mary" lies buried. The Firth
of Clyde narrows to a river. We see Ellers-
lie on the right, and on the left the famous
Dunbartcn Rock and Castle, so well known
in history and in song.
The Clyde is noisy with the building OF
steamers which line both sides of the river,
and soon we see the tall chmDeys of the
second city 10 Great Britain, and looking
down from a commanding eminence the
University of Glasgow.
Thus in brief have we sketched that sum-
mer's day sail, and we consider it something
set apart by itself in our memory. 1t was
to us lul Of history and poetry, for in early
days we have read over and over again the
"Scottish Chiefs" and ''The Days of Bruce"
and made ourselves familiar with "Lord Of
the Isles," and the romance of Scotland; but
in those mr-otf years when we read those
stories and struggles under the falling yellow
maple-trees which spread their autumn car
pet on the banks Of Jansen's Kill We never
dared to dream that these islands would
ever appear on our horizon: and to us that
single day-our first day in this part of En-
rope-was worth a year in the voyage OF
life. y. I. ,.
S. Our trip from Queenstown to Cork
for beauty and grandeur OF scenery surpasses
anything seen yet.
Since our arrival in Europe overcoats and
shawls have been found very comfortable.
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