to Sir William Petty, the ancestor of the present Marquis, on condition that he should plant it with Protestants, and expel the Tories. I believe Sir William was wise as well as true enough to his undertaking, to do his best in peopling this district with Protestants. I understand that upwards of one thousand were planted here; but where are they now? where Sir William's politics are gone. It is a curious circumstance, how Whiggism has changed its spirit. Formerly a Whig was all repulsive of Popery-nothing could be more opposed, or more incongruous; but to a modern Whig, the Romish religion is quite a beautiful and harmless system, and the once fearful monster, is considered now so tamed as to lose its rabid propensities, or so old as to have lost all its cutting teeth, and therefore, it is quite safe and right to make a pet of it. But what has a tourist to do with politics. To return to Lord Landsdowne's estate on one side of the river, and that of Trinity College on the other, I observed as I drove slowly along, that his Lordship's lands were much better cultivated; the farms better stocked; the cabins fewer; more grass land; what houses appeared were of a better description than on the Collegiate lands, and on alighting to walk up a hill, I entered into chat with a poor sickly looking fellow, who was going towards Nedeen. There is no countryman in Ireland so easy, or I would say, so polished in his address and manners, as a Kerryman-I was really surprised as I passed through the county, to receive answers and procure directions fraught with civility and intelligence, superior much to what I have met elsewhere. With the man in question I had a good deal of conversation, as he was going my road. "Are you, my good friend, a tenant of Lord Lansdowne ?" "Ah no, Sir, and more is my loss! No Sir, if it were my luck to be under the great Marquis, I would not be the poor naked sinking crathur that I am his Lordship allows his tenants to live and thrive-he permits no middlemen to set and re-set over and over again, his es -- tate-he allows no Jack of a Squireen to be riding in top-boots over the country, drinking and carousing on the profits of the ground, while the poor racked tenant is forced, with all his labour, often to go barefooted, and often to live and work on a meal of dry potatoes. No Sir, look across the river there -look yonder at that snug farmer's housethere the man's forefathers lived, and there he himself and his seed after will live and do well, paying a moderate rent, and there's no fear at all of their being disturbed." "Well, but, my friend, on your side of the river, is it not the same? to be sure I see not so much comfort, I see many, very many poor cabins." "Oh! Sir, how could it be otherwise ? There are twenty landlords between the College and the man who tills the ground-the land is let, re-let, and sublet-it is halved and quartered, divided and sub-divided, until the whole place will become a place of poverty, and potato gardens. I have four acres of land, how can I live and rear my children, and pay thirty shil lings an acre off that? and I am subject to have my pig or the bed from under me, canted by one, two, three, four-och, I do not know how many landlords-and now I am going to Nedeen, to get some physic from the Poticary, for the dry potatoes, master, agree but poorly with my stomach in the spring of the year. Och, then it's I that wishes that the great College that does be making men so larned and so wise, would send down some of these larned people here, just to be after making their own poor tenants a little happier and a little asier." I left this poor man uttering, what I fear are unavailing regrets, and proceeded to the town of Nedeen, when I left the worst, and proceeded towards Killarney, on the best road in Ireland; so that it was my fortune on the same day, to pass along the worst and best road in the world. The river Kenmare, which I crossed before I entered Nedeen, is the head water of the estuary that runs up thirty miles from the Atlantic, and how I wished that time was allowed to journey along its shores, and view all the subjects of interest, as to scenery and antiquities which abound here, and in the Barony of Iveragh, but it was my business to proceed straight to Killarney. The new road I have just spoken of, winds broad and smooth through the magnificent hills, that divide Kenmare river from the lakes; the whole way is grand, before you the Reeks of M'Gillicuddy, to the right the massive mountain of Mangerton. The state of the atmosphere had quite changed since I left the Esk mountains: the morning which had been sometimes sunny and again showery, had settled into a cold clear steady evening; a cumulo stratum of cloud covered the whole sky, and like a curtain a little let down, it enveloped the tops of Mangerton, and the Reeks at a straight and regular defined elevation; thus you could perceive that these hills were of immense height, but were left to guess how high their tops reached, and as they now appeared, they put you in mind of the massive Egyptian columns supporting the |