terprising capitalists. Vessels of 1000 tons can come up as far as Warrenspoint, and the largest afloat can ride securely in the Lough, fully six miles from the sea. Probably in no part of the world is there a more secure or a more beautiful harbour, enclosed between the Carlingford and Rostrevor mountains, which dip down sharply upon its shores; it is sheltered from the violence of every wind, and presents a noble basin, about eight miles long by four broad. The only drawback is the existence of a few sunken rocks at its entrance, which might be removed at a comparatively small expense; were this effected, we know of no harbour that could be compared to it. Of its unrivalled scenery we shall speak more at large when we come to refer to the places upon its shores.

Shortly after passing Warrenspoint the road turns off to the left, making a sweep round the Bay of Rostrevor. It has been well styled the Beautiful Rostrevor-the Montpelier of Ireland. It is deficient in no element of all the constituents of the fairest and noblest landscapes. Few will ever forget the emotions which a first view of it will excite, and few that have seen it will attempt to enlarge upon its beauties with a view to

convey their ideas to others.

Truly it may be said—

"To those who have seen it,words are weak,—

To those who have not, what language could they speak?"

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ROSTREVOR.

It is only by comparison that we can judge of the relative merits of scenery. Many have compared Rostrevor to Killarney and Glengariff. To the latter it bears the closest resemblance; but we hesitate not to accord the palm to Rostrevor.

From almost any point between Warrenpoint and the town the bay has all the appearance of a spacious lake, embosomed amidst woods and mountains. On its shores are numerous villas; in the centre of which, on a gentle eminence beyond the town, you observe the obelisk monument erected to the memory of General Ross, who fell in the moment of victory in the battle of Baltimore, 12th September, 1814. It is a just and appropriate tribute to a brave and excellent man, and worthy of being placed in the midst of the beautiful scenery of his native place.

The aërial effects occasionally observed are well worthy of notice. Frequently during the summer, when the weather is perfectly calm, the scene which is here presented is one of the loveliest that can be imagined. The whole landscape is reflected on the unruffled bosom of the water with a distinctness that is truly surprising. The inverted mountains, with the woods and villas, hang as if within the hollow of a lower heaven,-the upper and reflected landscapes mingle into one, imparting to the scene a dreamy grandeur, a sublime magnificence, not to be expressed by words. Here and there a yacht with

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snowy sails, or a becalmed ship, drifts listlessly along the silvery line which marks the almost imperceptible boundary between the real and the reflected landscape. All is stillness and beauty; and the only appearance of life is the occasional passage of the snowy sea-fowl as they glide along or plunge into the water after their finny prey. Indeed, at all times the scene is one of ever-varying interest. As the sun changes its position, or the clouds their hue, the landscape assumes a corresponding aspect. But perhaps the most striking effect. is produced when the evening sun causes the shadows from the Carlingford Mountains to stretch along over the bay; deepening the waters to an amethystine hue, and wrapping the lower grounds in purple gloom, only to cause the golden beams that flood the upper landscape along the woods and cliffs of Slieve Bane to glow with a richer lustre.

We feel convinced that the tourist will linger amidst such scenes. A day or two will not be thrown away where months could be delighfully occupied. Let us suppose, then, that there is a halt made here. We would recommend a visit to

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on the left of Rostrevor. It has been called the "Tempe of Ireland." We quarrel not with the application of a name so suggestive of all that is beautiful, in a scene where beauty is indeed a reality. The glances to be met with as you proceed will lure you on.