carriage. And we were driven through "The Phaynia Park,” and the great squares, and the broad streets of Dublin; and had friendly greetings from all the children, Heaven bless and protect them; and as united a set of ten, four boys and six girls, as can be met; long may they gladden their father's heart! And after dinner we were all up stairs, and the girls played, and Charlotte extemporised. And at Swinburne's Hotel they were punctuality itself, and we were called at half-past six A.M. and at breakfast by seven; and there were oceans of tea and cream, and mountains (four in number and all different) in bread, and rocks of eggs, or eggs of rocs, (so says El-Sindebat of the sea,) and reams of ham, and quires of veal. But much of all this prospect was panoramic, of the nature of dissolving views, and became invisible; and we were a quarter of an hour before our time at the station for Kingstown, and half an hour too early for the Holyhead Packet; but at nine A.M. we steamed away, and the vessel moved as graceful as a swan, and as gentle as a dove, and not a tremble was felt from the great toe to the little finger's end. But then, "a change came o'er the spirit of our dream!" Refer again to King Richard's picture by Etty, and you will see on a topmast cloud an evil-minded genius; and so too had we, and when we were fairly away, and out of reach of help, this divil slid down some rope of the sky, lit on the waters like a Mother Carey's chicken, spread out his wings, opened his cursed throat, and came dash on our larboard side, as Blustering Boreas. And did not the villain knock us about, or rather aside, till we got into Holyhead Harbour, more spiteful and spiteful all the way; and meantime the cloud that he had sot upon got disconsolate, and came down looking for him, and by way of coaxing him set on us, as rain; and between the fresh water from on high, and the salt water from below, sent over the ship by the wind, we were to be pitied. The master was bad enough (to please himself), Charlotte worse, and Mary worse than both put together. So, as I said (a long time ago I am afraid), in we came to Mrs. S. perking up, like daisies after dewdrops, but I would not say but we might also be rather "lack-a-daisical." Well, no matter now. We had tay and other thrifles; and Elizabeth put the childer and hersel to bed; and we three elders closed round the fire and talked of auld times, and then to our downy couches. As yet, I can only speak for myself and