The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1878-10-16
The City OF Dublin.

Mr.. G. @. Fulton gives us glimpse
of Ireland's chief city in the following
extract from a letter to the Baltimore
american Ilishmen may we'll be
proud of the city of Dublin. It has
improved wonderfully during the past
twenty years. For twenty miles around
the city there are bright little towns and
smiling villages, and as we approach it,
pleasant country seats, good roads and
handsome houses make the landscape
most beautiful. In the city itself the
change and improvement are no less
marked. There are no longer any of
the matched cabins, with the pig and
the baby wallowing in the mud at the
doorsill in the suburbs, nor are there
any more beggars on the streets, as in
days of yore, except some superannuated
old women, whose age and decrepitude
appeal to the sympathy of the passer-by
stronger than their words, though they
shower the most profuse blessings on
these who heed their appeals, and rumor
says they are equally fluent in their
curses on those who fail to respond with
penny. Dublin has but few furnaces
or manufactures about it, and, conse-
quently, the heavens are not blurred or
the sun stranger, as in Glasgow, Bir-
mingham, Manchester and London.
Dublin is subject to sudden attacks of
gloomy weather, but when the heavens
are at all favorable, few places look
handsomer, brighter or livelier. There
are a number of fine views, any one OF
which will bring satisfaction to the
strangers eye. The sweep from the
northern end of Sackville street right
down through Westmoreland street
seems grand avenue of huge masts.
The buildings are severally and con
jointly admirable, reared up in the real
stateliness of fstone and marble, free from
what is considered here as the gaudy
vulgarity OF staring clay-handsome,
massive, majestic. From Carlisle bridge
theview, look which way you will, at early
morn, when the sun gilds every lofty
capital or at noon, when throngs of
busy men and rosy, checked women hur.
ry by ; or at night, when the moon tips
with silver the quivering water, and the
gloomy walls and fading ships-in all
these hours Dublin appears at it's best,
and leaves lasting impress of quiet,
without loneliness of throng, with
out multitude of night, without
gloom. Whether you look up or down
the river, and take in the line OF quays,
which stretch away on one hand with
the dome of the courts, and on the other
with the custom house; or, looking
north, catch the lofty monument of
Nelson, the stately grandeur OF the
postofice, and the pretty squares in the
distance, with Trinity college, the bank,
the memorials to Burke and Goldsmith,
and the trees of College park looming
up in the distance, the unbiased stranger
will concede that Dublin has claims to
beauty which it were unjust to challenge
and untruthful to deny. Still it has its
dark sides, as the river Liffy is almost
as odorous as our Basin and on a rainy
day the black mud appears to rise up
from the paving stones and spread itself
over the whole thoroughfare. The river
LiAy passes through the center OF the
city, and is spanned by eight very fno
stone bridges, which add considerably
to the beauty Of the place. The city is
located only mile from the entrance OF
the river into the bay of Dublin, giving
it commercial advantages which, as the
surrounding country improves, continues
to add TO its wealth and Importance and
population, the latter being now over
100000.