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Section 1. label(front) unit(preface) gi(front) heads(0) gtm(Preface) xml:id(d39976e420) n(front) 
Section 2. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e1332) gi(div1) heads(0) n(1) gtm(Monday,June22nd,1752,) num(1) menutext(Monday, June 22nd, 1752, I went…) 
Section 3. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e1398) gi(div1) heads(0) n(2) gtm(Tuesday,23rd.—Isetou) num(2) menutext(Tuesday, 23rd.— I set out northward:…) 
Section 4. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e2044) gi(div1) heads(0) n(3) gtm(Onthe24thIcrossedov) num(3) menutext(On the 24th I crossed over…) 
Section 5. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e2123) gi(div1) heads(0) n(4) gtm(Onthe25thIwentamil) num(4) menutext(On the 25th I went a…) 
Section 6. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e2346) gi(div1) heads(0) n(5) gtm(Onthe26thIwenttwom) num(5) menutext(On the 26th I went two…) 
Section 7. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e2657) gi(div1) heads(0) n(6) gtm(Onthe27thIcrossedfr) num(6) menutext(On the 27th I crossed from…) 
Section 8. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e3202) gi(div1) heads(0) n(7) gtm(Onthe29th.itbeinga) num(7) menutext(On the 29th. it being a…) 
Section 9. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e3346) gi(div1) heads(0) n(8) gtm(Onthe30thIsetoutno) num(8) menutext(On the 30th I set out…) 
Section 10. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e3498) gi(div1) heads(0) n(9) gtm(OnthefirstofJuly,I) num(9) menutext(On the first of July, I…) 
Section 11. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e3844) gi(div1) heads(0) n(10) gtm(Onthe2ndheshowedme) num(10) menutext(On the 2nd he showed me…) 
Section 12. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e3879) gi(div1) heads(0) n(11) gtm(Onthe3d.Isetoutwit) num(11) menutext(On the 3d. I set out…) 
Section 13. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4037) gi(div1) heads(0) n(12) gtm(Onthe5thIwalkedtwo) num(12) menutext(On the 5th I walked two…) 
Section 14. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4165) gi(div1) heads(0) n(13) gtm(Onthe7thIrodetothe) num(13) menutext(On the 7th I rode to…) 
Section 15. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4184) gi(div1) heads(0) n(14) gtm(Onthe8thIwenttothe) num(14) menutext(On the 8th I went to…) 
Section 16. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4204) gi(div1) heads(0) n(15) gtm(Onthe9thIstaidwithi) num(15) menutext(On the 9th I staid within…) 
Section 17. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4229) gi(div1) heads(0) n(16) gtm(Onthe10thIwenttoth) num(16) menutext(On the 10th I went to…) 
Section 18. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4382) gi(div1) heads(0) n(17) gtm(Onthe11thIsetoutwi) num(17) menutext(On the 11th I set out…) 
Section 19. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4705) gi(div1) heads(0) n(18) gtm(Onthe12thIspentthe) num(18) menutext(On the 12th I spent the…) 
Section 20. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4723) gi(div1) heads(0) n(19) gtm(Onthe13th,itrainedv) num(19) menutext(On the 13th, it rained very…) 
Section 21. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4829) gi(div1) heads(0) n(20) gtm(Onthe14thIsetoutto) num(20) menutext(On the 14th I set out…) 
Section 22. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e4929) gi(div1) heads(0) n(21) gtm(Onthe15thMr.Harveys) num(21) menutext(On the 15th Mr. Harvey sent…) 
Section 23. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e5132) gi(div1) heads(0) n(22) gtm(Onthe16thMr.Harttre) num(22) menutext(On the 16th Mr. Hart treated…) 
Section 24. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e5387) gi(div1) heads(0) n(23) gtm(Wehereenter'dtheBaro) num(23) menutext(We here enter'd the Barony of…) 
Section 25. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e5552) gi(div1) heads(0) n(24) gtm(Onthe18thIsetoutfo) num(24) menutext(On the 18th I set out…) 
Section 26. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e5829) gi(div1) heads(0) n(25) gtm(Onthe19thIrodewith) num(25) menutext(On the 19th I rode with…) 
Section 27. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e5911) gi(div1) heads(0) n(26) gtm(Onthe20thIwentwith) num(26) menutext(On the 20th I went with…) 
Section 28. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e5984) gi(div1) heads(0) n(27) gtm(Onthe21stItookleave) num(27) menutext(On the 21st I took leave…) 
Section 29. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6032) gi(div1) heads(0) n(28) gtm(Onthe22d.Mr.Orphilts) num(28) menutext(On the 22d. Mr. Orphilts went…) 
Section 30. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6168) gi(div1) heads(0) n(29) gtm(Onthe23d.Isetforwar) num(29) menutext(On the 23d. I set forward…) 
Section 31. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6378) gi(div1) heads(0) n(30) gtm(Onthe24thIsetoutin) num(30) menutext(On the 24th I set out…) 
Section 32. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6481) gi(div1) heads(0) n(31) gtm(Onthe25th,Isetoutf) num(31) menutext(On the 25th, I set out…) 
Section 33. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6651) gi(div1) heads(0) n(32) gtm(Onthe26thIwalk'dto) num(32) menutext(On the 26th I walk'd to…) 
Section 34. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6706) gi(div1) heads(0) n(33) gtm(Onthe27thMr.Onealro) num(33) menutext(On the 27th Mr. Oneal rode…) 
Section 35. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e6904) gi(div1) heads(0) n(34) gtm(Onthe28thMr.Onealwe) num(34) menutext(On the 28th Mr. Oneal went…) 
Section 36. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e7140) gi(div1) heads(0) n(35) gtm(Onthe29thIwenttwos) num(35) menutext(On the 29th I went two…) 
Section 37. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e7328) gi(div1) heads(0) n(36) gtm(Onthe30thIsetforwar) num(36) menutext(On the 30th I set forward…) 
Section 38. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e7489) gi(div1) heads(0) n(37) gtm(Onthe31stMr.Cartert) num(37) menutext(On the 31st Mr. Carter the…) 
Section 39. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e7564) gi(div1) heads(0) n(38) gtm(OnthefirstofAugust,) num(38) menutext(On the first of August, I…) 
Section 40. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e7624) gi(div1) heads(0) n(39) gtm(Onthe2ndIpreachedat) num(39) menutext(On the 2nd I preached at…) 
Section 41. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e7838) gi(div1) heads(0) n(40) gtm(Onthe4thMr.Ellisont) num(40) menutext(On the 4th Mr. Ellison the…) 
Section 42. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8069) gi(div1) heads(0) n(41) gtm(Onthe5thIsetoutwit) num(41) menutext(On the 5th I set out…) 
Section 43. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8224) gi(div1) heads(0) n(42) gtm(Onthe6thwesetforwar) num(42) menutext(On the 6th we set forward…) 
Section 44. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8393) gi(div1) heads(0) n(43) gtm(Onthe7thIsetoutwit) num(43) menutext(On the 7th I set out…) 
Section 45. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8683) gi(div1) heads(0) n(44) gtm(Onthe8thWesetoutan) num(44) menutext(On the 8th We set out…) 
Section 46. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8727) gi(div1) heads(0) n(45) gtm(Onthe9thMr.Hernethe) num(45) menutext(On the 9th Mr. Herne the…) 
Section 47. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8796) gi(div1) heads(0) n(46) gtm(Onthe10thatnoonwes) num(46) menutext(On the 10th at noon we…) 
Section 48. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8868) gi(div1) heads(0) n(47) gtm(Onthe11thIsetoutto) num(47) menutext(On the 11th I set out…) 
Section 49. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e8985) gi(div1) heads(0) n(48) gtm(Onthe12thIrodeoutw) num(48) menutext(On the 12th I rode out…) 
Section 50. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e9017) gi(div1) heads(0) n(49) gtm(Onthe13thMr.GeorgeB) num(49) menutext(On the 13th Mr. George Brown,…) 
Section 51. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e9240) gi(div1) heads(0) n(50) gtm(Onthe14thIbreakfaste) num(50) menutext(On the 14th I breakfasted with…) 
Section 52. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e9725) gi(div1) heads(0) n(51) gtm(Onthe22datGalwayIw) num(51) menutext(On the 22d at Galway I…) 
Section 53. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e9750) gi(div1) heads(0) n(52) gtm(OnSundaythe23rdIwen) num(52) menutext(On Sunday the 23rd I went…) 
Section 54. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e9770) gi(div1) heads(0) n(53) gtm(Onthe24thItookalit) num(53) menutext(On the 24th I took a…) 
Section 55. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e9900) gi(div1) heads(0) n(54) gtm(Onthe25thIwasatthe) num(54) menutext(On the 25th I was at…) 
Section 56. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10023) gi(div1) heads(0) n(55) gtm(Onthe26thIwenttwom) num(55) menutext(On the 26th I went two…) 
Section 57. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10113) gi(div1) heads(0) n(56) gtm(27th.Inthewaytoall) num(56) menutext(27th. In the way to all…) 
Section 58. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10259) gi(div1) heads(0) n(57) gtm(Onthe28thIwentthree) num(57) menutext(On the 28th I went three…) 
Section 59. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10393) gi(div1) heads(0) n(58) gtm(Onthe29thIrodetoth) num(58) menutext(On the 29th I rode to…) 
Section 60. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10547) gi(div1) heads(0) n(59) gtm(Onthe30thinthemorn) num(59) menutext(On the 30th in the morn…) 
Section 61. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10566) gi(div1) heads(0) n(60) gtm(Onthe31stIsetoutan) num(60) menutext(On the 31st I set out…) 
Section 62. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10633) gi(div1) heads(0) n(61) gtm(Onthe1stofSeptember) num(61) menutext(On the 1st of September I…) 
Section 63. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10776) gi(div1) heads(0) n(62) gtm(OntheIrodetoKinsale) num(62) menutext(On the I rode to Kinsale…) 
Section 64. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10924) gi(div1) heads(0) n(63) gtm(Onthe4thIwentthree) num(63) menutext(On the 4th I went three…) 
Section 65. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e10940) gi(div1) heads(0) n(64) gtm(Onthe5thIsetoutand) num(64) menutext(On the 5th I set out…) 
Section 66. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e11339) gi(div1) heads(0) n(65) gtm(OntheIwentwithLord) num(65) menutext(On the I went with Lord…) 
Section 67. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e11363) gi(div1) heads(0) n(66) gtm(Onthe1stofSeptember) num(66) menutext(On the 1st of September I…) 
Section 68. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e11778) gi(div1) heads(0) n(67) gtm(Andthenextdaythe14t) num(67) menutext(And the next day the 14th…) 
Section 69. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e12061) gi(div1) heads(0) n(68) gtm(Onthe15thIcrossedth) num(68) menutext(On the 15th I crossed this…) 
Section 70. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e12525) gi(div1) heads(0) n(69) gtm(Onthe18thIwentfrom) num(69) menutext(On the 18th I went from…) 
Section 71. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e13473) gi(div1) heads(0) n(70) gtm(OnMondayOctober2d175) num(70) menutext(On Monday October 2d 1752 I…) 
Section 72. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e13570) gi(div1) heads(0) n(71) gtm(Onthe3dIsetoutand) num(71) menutext(On the 3d I set out…) 
Section 73. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e13877) gi(div1) heads(0) n(72) gtm(Onthe4thIleftFethar) num(72) menutext(On the 4th I left Fethard…) 
Section 74. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e14142) gi(div1) heads(0) n(73) gtm(Isetoutonthe5thand) num(73) menutext(I set out on the 5th…) 
Section 75. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e14535) gi(div1) heads(0) n(74) gtm(Onthe6thIcrossedove) num(74) menutext(On the 6th I crossed over…) 
Section 76. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e14730) gi(div1) heads(0) n(75) gtm(Onthe7thIsetforward) num(75) menutext(On the 7th I set forward…) 
Section 77. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e14925) gi(div1) heads(0) n(76) gtm(Andonthe9thIsetout) num(76) menutext(And on the 9th I set…) 
Section 78. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e15128) gi(div1) heads(0) n(77) gtm(Onthe11thIsetforwar) num(77) menutext(On the 11th I set forward…) 
Section 79. label(entry) unit(number) xml:id(d39976e15307) gi(div1) heads(0) n(78) gtm(Dublin,July17th1753.H) num(78) menutext(Dublin,July 17th 1753. Honoured Madam!I left…) 
Section 80. gi(teiHeader) n(details) gtm(Dr.Pococke'sIrishTour) 
Section 81. gi(div) n(contacts) gtm(Contacts) 
Section 82. gi(div) n(rubric) gtm(Formatting) 
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		    <div class="content-wrap__inner"><ol class="breadcrumb"><li><a href="https://www.ucc.ie/en/">Home</a></li><li><a href="https://www.ucc.ie/en/research-sites/celt//">CELT</a></li><li><a href="http://research.ucc.ie/celt/document/">Documents</a></li><li><a href="http://research.ucc.ie/celt">E750002-001</a></li><li id="update">2014-05-17</li></ol><!--front matter--><div id="front"><div class="introduction"><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.3" id="pb.3"> p.3</span><!--div: thisdiv=div, # (nth=1) head="Introduction"--><!--Heading quâ heading--><h2 id="d39976e421">Introduction</h2><p>The reader will find in this volume an exact transcript of <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Dr. Pococke</span>'s Tour through <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> in the year <span class="date" title="1752">1752</span>, as it is contained in the original manuscript now deposited in the Manuscript Room of <span class="on" title="university">Trinity College</span>, <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>. That document was often asked for, but was always reported as lost till a few years ago, when the Assistant Librarian, the late <span class="ps">Mr. French</span>, discovered it lying concealed among the treasures of that great collection. <sup id="fnref:1.footnotes">1<a href="#fn:1.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> The occasion of the present publication was as follows. In December last I contributed an article to the Christmas supplement of the <span class="title" title="periodical">Daily Express</span>, describing some tours through <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, taken and recorded in the earlier part of the eighteenth century. Among others described by me was <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s Tour, into which I had dipped from time to time. That article attracted the notice of a well-known and respected citizen of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, who recognised the value of the long-lost document, and generously offered to bear the expense of its publication. It is much to be hoped that his example may stir up others to publish the numerous and valuable Irish records which are at present lying hidden and useless in 

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our manuscript collections, such as the <span class="title" title="book">Liber Niger Alani</span>, the <span class="title" title="book">Crede Mihi</span>, and the great Registers of Christ Church Cathedral, which would throw more light upon the history of mediaeval and feudal <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> than any other documents with which I am acquainted.</p><p>The Tour here printed is, as I have said, an exact transcript of the original. I have printed all the mistakes in grammar, in geography, in the spelling of names, whether of towns or persons, making no attempt to correct them. This narrative illustrates one point most clearly. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> was a learned man, an F.E.S., and a Church dignitary; but spelling was not a fixed quantity in his mind. His spelling of the same name often varies three or four times on the one page. It has more interest, however, than a merely orthographical one. This Tour is a most interesting contribution to Irish social history during a period which is remarkably dark, and deals with a district of country—the sea-coast line all round <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>—of which very little is known at that precise period. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> started from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, went north to the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>, penetrated the extremest wilds of <span class="pn" title="county">Donegal</span>, entered the farthest recesses of <span class="pn" title="barony">Erris</span>, <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Achill</span>, and <span class="pn">Belmullet</span>, at a time when <span class="pn">Belmullet</span> was two days' journey west of <span class="pn" title="town">Westport</span>, and when no wheeled vehicle had ever entered that district, or was to enter it till seventy years later. That circumstance did not trouble <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>, for he always travelled on horseback, with outriders, as <span class="ps" title="author">Richard Cumberland</span>, in his chatty <span class="title" title="book">Memoirs</span>, tells us he met him in <span class="pn">Wales</span>. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s observations and notices about this part of <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span> are specially important, because he came just half-way between <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Cromwell</span>'s period and our own. His notices illustrate the effect of the legislation of <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Cromwell</span>. The Roman Catholics of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> had been, as all know,

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transported into <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span>; but it is not as well known that while <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Cromwell</span> wished to cut them off from the rest of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> by the <span class="pn" title="river">Shannon</span>, he also tried to cut them off from the sea, by forbidding any Roman Catholic to settle within a certain distance of the coast—I forget the exact distance—and then settling Protestant colonists all along the coast-line. <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Cromwell</span> tried, in fact, to place the Roman Catholics within a ring-fence. The result is that even to the present day the sea-board parishes contain a more numerous Protestant population than those more inland. It will be easily seen by anyone acquainted with the west, that <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> followed the coast-line very exactly, and seems to have found good congregations all along the coasts of <span class="pn" title="county">Sligo</span>, <span class="pn" title="county">Mayo</span>, and <span class="pn" title="county">Galway</span>.</p><p>This Tour, again, illustrates the social state of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> in another aspect. It shows the stable, fixed character of its population belonging to the upper ranks, notwithstanding all the changes we have experienced. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s position gave him access to the higher ranks of the gentry and I would venture to say, that representatives of much more than one-half of the families mentioned by the Archdeacon would be now found occupying much the same position as then. <span class="on" title="family">Peppers</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Hamiltons</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Stewarts</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Wynnes</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Shaw Taylors</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Browns</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Boyds</span>, <span class="on" title="family">O'Donnels</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Burys</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Pallisers</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Nunns</span>—to take but a few specimens—these are all mentioned by <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>, and are still all well-known family names in various parts of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. Manners and customs—the state of civilisation—the operation of the penal laws and of the Charter School system—the names and emoluments of the clergy—the condition of trade, commerce, and manufactures—the rent of lands and houses—the state of architecture in country parts—all these points and many others find illustration in the pages of this Tour. The

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theological position and ritual of the Irish Church and its dignified clergy in <span class="ps">Queen Anne</span>'s time are, for instance, illustrated by a passing notice on p. 132. Bishop Milles was a learned churchman of the Laudian and Caroline school. He came from <span class="pn" title="city">Oxford</span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span>, introducing altar-pieces, separation of the sexes in church, and other customs of this kind, now regarded as modern ritualistic innovations. <sup id="fnref:2.footnotes">2<a href="#fn:2.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> seems to have made a point of observing the natural history, the botany, zoology, and geology of every part of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. This fact renders the Tour of interest to the student of natural science; while the careful notices and descriptions which he bestows upon our ancient buildings, ecclesiastical or secular, deserve the thanks of every antiquarian student, as more than a hundred years ago they engaged the careful attention of that celebrated Irish antiquary, the <span class="ps">Rev. Mervyn Archdall</span>, who made a copious use of the manuscript which we here print, in the notes to his <span class="title" title="book">Monasticon Hibernicum</span>. I have already said that the manuscript of this Tour was long regarded as lost, and only came to light by chance. This tour of <span class="date" title="1752">1752</span> was not the only tour through the West and South made by <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>. Travelling was for him the great end of life; and he seems to have made a tour through <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span>, <span class="pn" title="county">Clare</span>, <span class="pn" title="county">Kerry</span>, and <span class="pn" title="county">Cork</span> in <span class="date" title="1749">1749</span>, the manuscript of which is now unknown. He several times refers in the text of the present Tour to the observations he made on that occasion; and from a notice in a note in the <span class="on" title="society">Kilkenny Archaeological Society</span>'s Journal for <span class="date" title="1852">1852</span>, I conclude that fifty years ago some persons knew of the existence 

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of the manuscript of the earlier tour, and had used it. It is possible, indeed, that the document in question may be in <span class="pn" title="city">Oxford</span>. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> by his will left all his manuscripts not expressly disposed of to the “Ratcliffe Liberary,” <sup id="fnref:3.footnotes">3<a href="#fn:3.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> including the original <span class="title" title="book">Minute Book of the Proceedings</span> between 1683–89 of the celebrated <span class="on" title="society">Dublin Philosophical Society</span>, established by <span class="ps">Sir William Petty</span>, <span class="ps" title="William Molyneux">Dr. Molyneux</span>, and <span class="ps" title="Narcissus March">Archbishop Marsh</span>, which used to meet in <span class="on" title="university">Trinity College</span>. The value of these tours is very great from an historical point of view. They preceded <span class="ps" title="author">Arthur Young</span>'s tour <sup id="fnref:4.footnotes">4<a href="#fn:4.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> by a quarter of a century, they penetrated a part of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> he never visited, and they leave us a truthful record of what <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> was then like. How hard, for instance, it is for a modern Irishman to realize the state of this country when <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> saw, as he mentions in his <span class="pn" title="county">Donegal</span> tour, a priest celebrating Mass in the open air, upon a large rock on a lofty mountain's side.</p><p>I shall conclude this brief introductory notice with a sketch of <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s life. <span class="ps">Richard Pococke, D.D., LL.D.</span>, was the son of the <span class="ps">Rev. E. Pococke</span>, of <span class="pn" title="city">Southampton</span>, where he was born in 1704; his eldest sister, Dorothy, having been married just two years earlier—that is, in <span class="date" title="1702">1702</span>—to the celebrated <span class="ps">Rev. Joseph Bingham</span>, <sup id="fnref:5.footnotes">5<a href="#fn:5.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> the 

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author of the <span class="title" title="book">Antiquities of the Christian Church</span>. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> was educated at Corp. Christ. Coll., Oxon., where his uncle, <span class="ps">Thomas Milles, was Regius Professor of Greek</span>. <span class="ps" title="Thomas Milles">Milles</span> was a learned man, the author of a well-known edition of the works of St. Cyril of Jerusalem, and a politician very acceptable to the Government of <span class="ps">Queen Anne</span>'s time. He was accordingly made Bishop of <span class="pn">Waterford</span> and <span class="pn">Lismore</span>—a post which he held for more than thirty years. He was probably the most learned Bishop of <span class="pn">Waterford</span> that ever ruled that See. By this means young <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> got his foot on the first rung of the ladder of ecclesiastical promotion. As soon as he took Holy Orders, <span class="ps" title="Thomas Milles">Bishop Milles</span> appointed <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> Precentor of <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>— a post the duties of which were so light that he had ample time to indulge his wandering propensities. He began his travels in the east in <span class="date" title="1737">1737</span>, where he spent five years. He returned in <span class="date" title="1742">1742</span>. In <span class="date" title="1743">1743</span> he published the first volume of his travels, in a splendid folio shape, embellished with numerous plans and engravings, which was followed two years later by two other volumes <sup id="fnref:6.footnotes">6<a href="#fn:6.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup>—one continuing the narrative of his travels, and the other giving an account of the Greek inscriptions he had discovered. These volumes are of importance even to the present day, as <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> penetrated into a part of <span class="pn" title="country">Syria</span> which was never again visited till our own time, when <span class="ps" title="">Count De Voguë</span> explored it, and published a work, beautifully illustrated, telling of its marvellous ruins, under the title of <span class="title" title="book">The Architecture of Central Syria</span>. In that work, which I have described at some length in <span class="title" title="book">Ireland and the Celtic Church</span>, pp. 289–242, <span class="ps" title="Count Melchior de Vogüé">De Voguë</span> tells 

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us a great deal about Simeon Stylites and his pillar, helping to make that strange character a living personage for us moderns. <span class="ps" title="Count Melchior de Vogüé">De Voguë</span> gets the credit of this, but <span class="ps">Pococke</span> preceded him in the work by more than one hundred years, and in his neglected folios gives us splendid plates of Simeon's church and pillar, and other ruins of that district, which <span class="ps" title="Count Melchior de Vogüé">De Voguë</span> reproduced some twenty years ago. In the enthusiasm for eastern travel and research which now exists it would be well to keep an eye on <span class="ps">Pococke</span>'s volumes. <span class="ps" title="scholar">Professor Ramsay</span> has lately published an <span class="title" title="book">Historical Geography of Asia Minor</span>. It is well worth while to compare the Bishop's account of <span class="pn">Ancyra</span>, <span class="pn">Galatia</span>, and the River <span class="pn" title="river">Halys</span>, with the investigations of the modern scholar and traveller. He also published several papers in the Philosophical Transactions for <span class="date" title="1748">1748</span> and <span class="date" title="1753">1753</span>, dealing with the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>, which gave rise to considerable scientific discussions, which will be found duly set forth in <span class="ps" title="Reverend William Hamilton">Hamilton</span>'s <span class="title" title="book"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Letters concerning the northern coast of the county of Antrim’ Anon">Letters concerning Coast of Antrim</span></span>, where a different view is taken. He took a great interest also in Irish antiquities, and in the second volume of <span class="title" title="book series">Archaeologia</span>, gave an account of some ancient graves and ornaments found at <span class="pn">Carn</span>, seven miles west of <span class="pn">Mullingar</span>, on the estate of <span class="ps">Keedah Geoghegan</span>, Esq. He was appointed Archdeacon of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> by the Crown in <span class="date" title="1745">1745</span>, on the promotion of <span class="ps">Dr. Synge</span> to the See of <span class="pn" title="see">Killaloe</span>. During his occupation of that office, he held in St. Patrick's the last Archidiaconal Visitation of the clergy which the Irish Church ever saw, though the practice still continues as vigorous as ever in <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>. He was made Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Ossory</span> in <span class="date" title="1756">1756</span>, where he carried out considerable restorations and repairs in the cathedral and palace at his own costs. He was translated to <span class="pn" title="see">Meath</span> in <span class="date" title="1765">1765</span>, where he died suddenly when

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engaged in the duties of a Visitation, after a three months' tenure of the See. He found time, however, to leave a mark of his oriental travels in the demesne at <span class="pn">Ardbraccan</span>, planting the seeds whence sprang the splendid cedars of <span class="pn" title="country">Lebanon</span>, which still stand on the southern side of the pleasure-grounds behind the palace. <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Bishop Pococke</span> deserves to be remembered by the public at large for one reason. He was the first who discovered <span class="pn">Chamonix</span>, and revealed its beauties to the travelling public; and to this day, as his successor, the Right Rev. W. P. Walsh, D.D., told in a letter to the <span class="title" title="periodical">Kilkenny Moderator</span> of <span class="date" title="1886-11-20">Nov. 20, 1886</span>, his name is graven in large letters on an immense boulder near the <span class="pn">Mer de Glace</span>, with the date, <span class="date" title="1741">1741</span>, in commemoration of the fact that <span class="ps">Pococke</span> was the <span class="ps">Christopher Columbus</span> who in that year found out <span class="pn">Chamonix</span>. <span class="ps">Pococke</span> was a perpetual traveller. He made extensive tours throughout <span class="pn" title="country">England</span> and <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span>. These have been already published: the <span class="title" title="book">English tour</span> by the <span class="on">Camden Society</span>, and the Scotch by the <span class="on">Scottish History Society</span>. The present publication proves that he was not neglectful of the country where he lived, and where his memory is still perpetuated in the useful <span class="on">Pococke Institution</span> which he founded in the city of <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>. Many other details concerning him, his appearance, mode of life, travels, hospitality, and learning will be found in <span class="ps" title="General Charles Vallancey">Vallancey</span>'s <span class="title" title="book"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Collectanea de Rebus Hibernicis’ Anon">Collectanea</span></span>, vol. ii., <span class="title" title="book">Antiquities of Irishtown and Kilkenny</span>; in <span class="ps" title="Mary Delany">Mrs. Delany</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Autobiography</span>; <span class="ps" title="author">R. Cumberland</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Memoirs</span>; and in <span class="ps" title="J. G. Prim">Prim</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">History of St. Canice's</span>. <span class="ps">Pococke</span> when Archdeacon of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> entertained <span class="ps" title="Mary Delany">Mrs. Delany</span> and a large company at an afternoon party at his residence. That lively lady did not, however, at all appreciate the learned traveller, but confesses on more than one occasion that she found him and his entertainments extremely dull.</p><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.11" id="pb.11"> p.11</span><p>I have tried to find out where <span class="ps">Pococke</span> lived when Archdeacon of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> and Rector of St. Peter's, but have failed. Perhaps some reader may be able to throw light on this local problem. About two years ago, the remains of an Egyptian mummy were found in Marsh's Library. It is possible that it may have been deposited there by <span class="ps">Pococke</span> upon his return from <span class="pn" title="ountry">Egypt</span>. The priced auction catalogue of his coins and medals, dated <span class="date" title="1766">1766</span>, is in <span class="on" title="university">Trinity College</span> Library. There were several portraits taken of <span class="ps">Bishop Pococke</span>. One hangs at present in the Board Boom of the <span class="on">Incorporated Society</span> in Harcourt Street; while again, <span class="ps" title="">Nichols</span>, in his <span class="title" title="book">Literary Anecdotes</span>, l.c., tells us that there was a full-length portrait of him, in full Turkish dress, possessed by <span class="ps">Pococke</span>'s first cousin, <span class="ps">Dr. Milles, Dean of <span class="pn">Exeter</span></span>. <sup id="fnref:7.footnotes">7<a href="#fn:7.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p class="closer"><span class="signed">George T. Stokes.</span>
All Saints' Vicarage, Blackrock,<br/>
<p class="dateline">2nd April, 1891.</p></p></div><hr/></div><!--body matter (assumes div0)--><div id="body"><h2>Richard Pococke</h2><h3>Edited by George T. Stokes</h3><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.1" id="pb.1"> p.1</span><!--div0: thisdiv=div0, # (nth=1) head="Dr. Pococke's Irish Tour, 1752"--><!--Heading quâ heading--><h1 id="d39976e1327"><span class="sup" title="By George T. Stokes">Dr. Pococke's Irish Tour, 1752</span></h1><a name="entry.d39976e1332">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e1332">1.</h2><p><span class="date" title="1752-06-22">Monday, June 22nd, 1752</span>, I went to <span class="pn" title="town">Swords</span>, dined there with the Chapter of Christ Church. Set out at five northwards, found the country extremely plesant. <span class="pn">Gormanstown</span>, I crossed a rivulet from the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Dublin</span> into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Meath</span>, near this is <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Gormanstown</span></span>'s seat, a Roman Catholick married to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an" title="Trimlestown">Tremlestown</span></span>'s sister. I went on and came to a fine deep rivulet, called the <span class="pn" title="stream">Nany water</span>, which passes by <span class="pn">Duleck</span>, on the south side of an eminence towards the sea is the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Pepper</span>; a charming situation with the fields well laid out round about it, and on each side of the river are beautiful meadows on the rising ground, as well as in the narrow vale; we cross'd this water at Da (? Lay) town and came to <span class="pn" title="town">Drogheda</span> which is finely situated on two eminences on each side of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Boyne</span>, and about three miles from the mouth of it. A mile below it is <span class="pn">Beaulieu</span>, a place much noted for its beautiful situation, and was the country seat of General Bowles.</p><p>There are many ruined Churches and Abbies at <span class="pn" title="town">Drogheda</span>, and they have lately built a beautiful Church with Gothick windows in the body of it, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Palladian front of <span class="pn">Ardbraccan</span> stone.</p><a name="entry.d39976e1398">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e1398">2.</h2><p><span class="date" title="1752-06-23">Tuesday, 23rd.</span>— I set out northward: when I crossed the <span class="pn" title="river">Boyne</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Drogheda</span> I came into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Louth</span>, 

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which is a good country of arable and pasture, but does not abound in trees. <span class="pn" title="town">Drogheda</span> is near twenty-three miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond the 24th stone I came to a stream at a place called <span class="pn">Kaneagh</span> in <span class="ps" title="Sir William Petty">Sr. Wm. Petty</span>'s map <span class="pn">Killineer</span> and soon came up to a small hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Cullestan</span>, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond the 24" stone passed the road which leads to <span class="pn">Aherdee</span>; on the top of the hill to the left, I saw a Church called <span class="pn" title="church"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Monasterboice’ Anon">Bemister Boyn</span></span> (? <span class="pn" title="church">Monasterboice</span>) with a round tower near it, <sup id="fnref:8.footnotes">8<a href="#fn:8.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> and I observed on the sea about 3 miles to the north of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, <span class="pn">Tutochen</span> and the high mountains of <span class="pn" title="mountain">Slewgullon</span> towards <span class="pn" title="town">Newry</span>: on the other side of the hill we came to a stream at <span class="pn">Cloghvaddagh</span> or Long-stones, to the right of which is the Church of <span class="pn" title="church">Mullarah</span>; at the 28th stone we passed by the Castle of A—lair, and a little further by a river of the same name and soon arrived at <span class="pn">Dunleer</span> situated on a rivlet which according to <span class="ps" title="Sir William Petty">Sr. William Petty</span> falls into the river that rises out of <span class="pn">Atherdee</span> bog; going on we saw <span class="pn">Drumcorlagh</span> on the river to the right, beyond it <span class="pn">Dillings Town</span> <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span>'s a fine situation which came to the family of his wife a Pluckenet (? Plunket). <sup id="fnref:9.footnotes">9<a href="#fn:9.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> We went half a mile to <span class="pn">Cappogh bridge</span> over the river which runs by <span class="pn">Atherdee</span>, 

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and half a mile further to <span class="pn" title="village">Greenmount</span> a small village at the foot of a mount on the brow of a rising ground fortified with a fossee, and there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘heigth’ (%) Anon">height</span> in it at the north west corner, the whole of irregular figure is about 50 paces each way. <sup id="fnref:10.footnotes">10<a href="#fn:10.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> We came in a mile to <span class="pn">Castle Bellingham</span>, formerly called <span class="pn">Grenan's town</span> or <span class="pn">Garland's town</span>, where <span class="ps">Mr. Bellingham</span> has a very good house which he does not inhabit. <sup id="fnref:11.footnotes">11<a href="#fn:11.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> The river hanging ground and wood between it and the sea is very fine: before I came to this place I saw a ruined Church to the west where I observed a monument to the honour of <span class="ps">John Stanley</span> of the holy <span class="on" title="order">Order of St. Dominick</span>, erected by John Stanley Apothecary in <span class="pn" title="town">Drogheda</span> to the memory of this person and some other relations. From <span class="pn">Castle Bellingham</span> we soon came to the Strand, over which when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> is out they ride to <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span>, we cross'd <span class="pn" title="river">Dunnigan river</span> and soon came to <span class="pn">Lurgan Green</span> well inhabited for a mile by weavers and labourers, who live very much on the cockles, which they get out of the Strand. Three miles further we came to <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span>, situated towards the mouth of a river on <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span> bay. This is a town chiefly consisting of one Street about half a mile long, it was in the time of <span class="ps" title="King Edward the Second">Edward <span class="gn">2d</span></span> a royality and the last where a monarch of all <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> was crowned and resided, and did chiefly consist of Castles, some traces of which they say are still to be seen. <sup id="fnref:12.footnotes">12<a href="#fn:12.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> <span class="ps">Lord 

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<span class="an">Limerick</span></span> lives here, and has made some fine plantations and walks behind a very bad house which is in the street of the town: as walks with Elm hedges on each side, an artificial serpentine river, a Chinese bridge, a thatch'd open house supported by the bodies of firtrees, &amp;c.: and a fine kitchen garden with closets for fruit. <sup id="fnref:13.footnotes">13<a href="#fn:13.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p>At the entrance of the town from the South is a Charter School of 30 girls, founded at first as a Charity School for twenty boys and twenty girls by <span class="ps">Mrs. Ann Hamilton</span> and erected into a Charter School in <span class="date" title="1738">1738</span> by her son the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘presant’ (%) Anon">present</span> <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Limerick</span></span>. <sup id="fnref:14.footnotes">14<a href="#fn:14.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup>  They are employed in spinning for the Cambrick manufacture here, which I went to see; this manufacture is carried on by a Company who subscribe, and is about half a mile from the town towards the Bay: <sup id="fnref:15.footnotes">15<a href="#fn:15.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup>

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the design of the building is to be round a Court, with a large opening at every corner to give air; two sides of it are entirely built, having ten houses on each side, a third side has only six houses built and on the fourth side is the Cashier's house with the yarn house on one side of it and the —— House on the other in which they wind off the yarn on quills for weaving; the flax is brought ready scutched and hackled from <span class="pn" title="country">France</span>, they then stove or bake it to make it come finer by brushing it which is peculiar to the Cambrick manufacture; the houses are contiguous and consist of two rooms of a floor and of three floors, one of which is underground and vaulted with good lights in front, which are kept shut, for they must work underground and shut out the fresh air in order to keep the yarn damp, otherwise they cannot weave it: the two rooms hold eight looms, these rooms the Company give rent free, one to each Master who may employ eight, either apprentices or journeymen, and the Company <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘paies’ (%) Anon">pays</span> 'em for what they weave, according to the quantity of it, the finest is what they call 2600 that is so many quills, to each of which are two threads, so that there are in the breadth 5200 threads, and this is worth about fourteen shillings a yard. The market abroad is not high enough for the export, so that most of the consumption is at home; and tho' the Ladies say they cannot afford to wear it because it does not last so long as the French, yet the most discerning cannot distinguish the best from the French. They make 

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fine Lawns also, and this is all bleached in yards that are near; working in this close manner is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘unwholsom’ (%) Anon">unwholsome</span>, and occasions the Itch and Scurvy. They told me that they had forty of our Charter boys. I saw such of them as could be got together and gave them a small present and a word of exhortation. There is also a house for dressing flax for linnen near the town where they did also weave and it is filled with men brought from <span class="pn" title="country">Holland</span>. They are now building a sugar house near the town and they have a handsome Court-house and free School.</p><p>From <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span> I went in a chaise for <span class="pn" title="town">Carlingford</span>, sending my horses round by <span class="pn" title="town">Newry</span> to meet me on the other side of the River at <span class="pn">Restrevor</span>. Being Midsummer Eve there were Bonfires all over the Country, and asking the young man who drove me, what the meaning of it was, he said in these words, It is the Eve of St. John Baptist they make a light, it is the light, He came to testify of the light: we met many going to pilgrimage to St. John's Well at <span class="pn">Newcastle</span> near <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span>.</p><p>I went near two miles in the <span class="pn" title="town">Newry</span> road, and saw to the north on the hill, the old Church of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Focart’ (%) Anon">Faughcart</span></span> and a mount; <sup id="fnref:16.footnotes">16<a href="#fn:16.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> we turned out of this road to the east and in half a mile came to a rivlet at <span class="pn">Ballimaskanlan</span>, and in two and a half more to <span class="pn">Rockmarshal</span> where there is a rivlet runs by a house pleasantly situated on the side of the hill for Lodgers to drink goat's whey; for this road has all along to the north the mountains of <span class="pn" title="town">Carlingford</span>: we passed in the way to this place by <span class="ps">Mr. Tipping</span>'s Park, which commands

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a fine view of the Bay; <sup id="fnref:17.footnotes">17<a href="#fn:17.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> travelling two miles further we saw on the side of the hill a seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Fortescue</span>'s, called <span class="pn" title="estate">Piemont</span> <sup id="fnref:18.footnotes">18<a href="#fn:18.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> now inhabited by one of the <span class="on" title="family">Hamiltons</span>, and is a very fine situation: <sup id="fnref:19.footnotes">19<a href="#fn:19.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> near it we crossed three mile river, on which is a small village called <span class="pn" title="village">Riverstown</span>. We turned to the north and ascended to <span class="pn" title="town">Carlingford</span>, a poor town of one long Street of cabins, at the foot of the high craggy mountains, from which several little streams descend and pass through the town; at the west end of the town is an old Castle, said to be built by K. John, and remains of several old towers to the sea, which were built to the roads, that are now destroyed and seem to have been ancient habitations. <sup id="fnref:20.footnotes">20<a href="#fn:20.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> This is properly the port of <span class="pn" title="town">Newry</span> from which the vessels go up four miles higher to narrow walls and unload into Gabbots, they say 400 vessels commonly come into this harbor every year: this and the oyster fishery for <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> is the chief support of the Town; and a great number of boats are constantly carrying lime stone from the quarries on each side of the mouth of the harbour to <span class="pn" title="town">Newry</span>, to be burnt for their buildings. There was a tolerable Inn here, but the Bed chamber being 

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within the kitchen, as soon as I rose, the pigs made my Levee.</p><a name="entry.d39976e2044">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e2044">3.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-06-24">24th</span> I crossed over to <span class="pn">Restrevor</span>, where Alderman Ross late Lord Mayor of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> <sup id="fnref:21.footnotes">21<a href="#fn:21.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> has a small house pleasantly situated under the hills, which are covered with wood, near an old Mansion house in which his Father liv'd: I went to pay him a visit, but being early in the morning he was not risen: I went on to the West for near two miles and then turned to the North East along the side of the hills over a rivulet, which joins another and falls in at <span class="pn" title="town">Newry</span>; before I came to eight mile bridge a fine view presented of the Country to the North of beautiful hills under corn, mostly oats in fine verdure, and on one of them saw a Mount, called the <span class="pn">White Mote</span>. Asking here about the road, if it was hilly? they told me it was; but that the hills were all level, by which I suppose they meant that they were not high. I came over the hills to <span class="pn">Briansford</span>, on the side of <span class="pn">Tullamore park</span>, which belongs to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Limerick</span></span>; this park is a very fine situation, being divided into two parts by a rivlet which runs in a deep rocky bed covered with trees, and affords a most Romantic prospect, to this rivlet there is a gentle descent; on the other side the Park takes in for a mile the foot of the high mountains of <span class="pn" title="Mourne">Moran</span> (<span class="sup" title="By George T. Stokes"><span class="pn">Mourne</span></span>) and particularly of the highest call'd <span class="pn" title="mountain">Slieve Donard</span> which is 1060 yards high from the surface of the sea to which it extends: the park is all fine wooden and cut into Vistas up the side of the steep hill; there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> bridge over the rivlet, where the rocky cliffs on each side may be twenty feet deep, and so cover'd with trees that you can hardly see the water at the bottom in some places. Here just over the rivlet <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Limerick</span></span> has 

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built a thatch'd open place to dine in, which is very Romantick, with a stove near to prepare the Entertainment: above on the North side of this He has begun to build a pretty lodge, two rooms of which are finished, designing to spend the Summer months here: between this park and the sea, are houses for those who come to drink Goat's Whey in May and June, when the milk on account of the flowers on which the Goats feed is in greatest perfection. I here met Lord John Murray brother and Heir apparent to the <span class="ps">Duke of <span class="pn">Athol</span>, a Colonel of the Highland Regiment</span> in this kingdom, a most accomplished fine bred Gentleman, and when I went away I found I had been as in his house, and he gave me a letter to the Commanding officer at <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span>, hearing me say that I proposed to stay there on Sunday, that he might show me the civilities of the place.</p><a name="entry.d39976e2123">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e2123">4.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-06-25">25th</span> I went a mile to <span class="pn">Maghera</span>, after having been at <span class="pn">Newcastle</span> a mile to the South east on the sea; it is a good house lately purchased with some land by <span class="ps">Mr. Annesly</span> and I went to <span class="pn">Tullamore</span> park I have described. In <span class="pn">Maghera</span> Church yard is part of a round tower about twelve feet high, and it may be fifteen in diameter, 'tis said, the top was blown down and remained on the ground without breaking in pieces, but I could not be well informed, that it was really so; <sup id="fnref:22.footnotes">22<a href="#fn:22.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> here is an ancient burial place of the <span class="on" title="family">Magennis</span>'s. I ascended two miles up to the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Dundrum</span>, which commands a fine view of all the country; it is of an irregular multangular form, with a fine round tower in it, which in the inside is about thirty feet in diameter; it is sd. to be built by <span class="ps">Sir John De Curcey</span> for the <span class="on" title="order">Knights Templars</span>. From this place I

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saw plainly the Isle of Man. As the Northern and Southern <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tydes’ (%) Anon">tides</span> meet here, it occasions a great sea and a most extraordinary suction into the bay, which makes it extremely dangerous to come near the Coast, where there are frequent Shipwrecks. I descended a mile to <span class="pn">Mount Panther</span>, with a design to pay a visit to <span class="ps">Dr. Delany</span>, but he was not arrived; so passing under the village of <span class="pn" title="village">Clough</span> finely situated on a rising ground, and the residence of <span class="ps">Mr. Annesley</span>, third son of the famous <span class="ps">Francis Annesley</span> of the inner Temple. I came to <span class="ps">Mr. Bayley</span>'s on the bay of Dundrum, to whom I had sent that I would come and dine with him; this Gentleman is brother to <span class="ps">Sir Nicholas Bayley</span> and has a family Living of £800 a-year. Soon after I came in <span class="ps">Dr. Delany</span> sent his servant, to borrow something for that they were on the road, and being invited to dine, they soon came in, He and his Lady; and being all agreably surprised, <sup id="fnref:23.footnotes">23<a href="#fn:23.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> I dined, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> seven miles East to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kilogh’ (%) Anon">Killough</span></span>, between the sandy banks on the sea, which sometimes move so, as not only to bury rabbit warrens, but as it is supposed whole villages, as has happened in <span class="pn" title="region">Cornwall</span>. <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kilogh’ (%) Anon">Killough</span></span> is most pleasantly situated in a small bay which is about a mile deep and not half a mile over, it consists of one Street, but is in a declining way, no soldiers being sent to the Barrack of late years; the linnen manufactory also has failed, and the boiling of rock salt from Liverpool, and the fishery likewise is very small, tho' there is a good pier built to shelter the boats from the South East wind but there is notwithstanding one of the best Inns here in

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the whole road. Just out of the town is a Charter School founded by Judge Ward to whom the town belongs, it is for twenty boys and twenty girls, and I went to see it. Near the town is a stream running from a rock, it is the lightest water in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>; and comes out of the cliffs, which are a cement of pebbles; the rock below being of a slaty kind: at some distance beyond it there is a hole or cave, where the tide comes in, and when it retires, makes a great noise and bubbles up in a very extraordinary manner. <sup id="fnref:24.footnotes">24<a href="#fn:24.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><a name="entry.d39976e2346">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e2346">5.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-06-26">26th</span> I went two miles north east to <span class="pn">Ardglass</span>, where when the tide is quite out, by crossing the strand, the road is about half a mile nearer, it is said, to have been the next town for trade in <span class="pn" title="province">Ulster</span> after <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span> before the time of <span class="ps">Queen Elizabeth</span>. The customs of this place and <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kilogh’ (%) Anon">Killough</span></span> were granted by <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Eighth">Hen. <span class="gn">8th</span></span> to the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Kildare</span></span>, who sold 'em to <span class="ps" title="King Charles the First">K. Charles <span class="gn">1st</span></span>. This place seems to have been <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortyfied’ (%) Anon">fortified</span> by a long building and some towers, the former seems to have been the habitation and store houses of ten Merchant families, consisting of a ground floor and one story over it; what is remarkable from the upper rooms there is a communication something like what they call the murdering holes, but going quite down to the ground so as not to be observed from the outside, which might serve as <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoars’ (%) Anon">shores</span> to the upper apartments, and it may be for other purposes; a square tower <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyns’ (%) Anon">joins</span> to this, which is cover'd by another to the South, and there is a third to the east of that, to the north west of them there is a large tower, over the gateway of which was an inscription relating to the Lords of it, the <span class="on" title="family">Kildare family</span>; and on the height to the west are remains of a gateway to 

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what they call the King's Castle: This is a good harbour for small boats, and a ship may ride in 15 feet water at the west part of it, but it is a very small harbour. <sup id="fnref:25.footnotes">25<a href="#fn:25.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> From this place I crossed the country seven miles to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Down Patrick’ (%) Anon">Downpatrick</span></span>, and came to <span class="pn">St. Patrick's Well</span> under <span class="pn">Strud hill</span> <span class="sup" title="By George T. Stokes">? <span class="pn">Struell</span></span>, a famous place for pilgrimages; the water rises from a spring cover'd over, and runs into two baths, one public the other private; at the spring they wash their eyes, and in the baths the people as a part of their religion, go in naked and dip themselves, near the well they go round a sort of an Altar, probably the side of an old Chapel by way of Penance, sometimes on their knees; and near it a Chapel was lately built, but 'twas not thought proper to permit them to cover it: <sup id="fnref:26.footnotes">26<a href="#fn:26.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> on the side of this hill to the south is a rock something in form of a seat which they call <span class="pn">St. Patrick's Chair</span>, with a way round it over the broken rock, and to go in this way, sometimes even on their knees, is also a part of the penance; and on Midsummer day when they are performing their pilgrimages there are a great number of priests near who give them Absolution. A mile farther is <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Down Patrick’ (%) Anon">Downpatrick</span></span> where the hills form a beautiful Amphitheatre; on two of these hills the town is built, and the third side is covered with the wood and gardens that are about a house, which if I mistake not belongs to <span class="ps">Mr. Southwell</span>, who is Lord of the town: and on the western hill are the walls of the ancient Cathedral, called the Abby, which is not large but has a very venerable aspect; near it are the remains of a round tower. This spot commands a view of the Lake beneath, now indeed almost drained, and of all the country to the south 
 
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and west, the small hills being cover'd with corn. From this hill also is a view of the <span class="pn" title="abbey">Abby of Inch</span> in an Island of the Lough, and of <span class="ps">Mr. Maxwell</span>'s large house of <span class="pn">Finnibrothy</span> near it. Below the Abbey is a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> brick building, in the middle part an apartment for six men, and six women, and at each end a School for ten girls, at the other for as many boys, who are to be fed and lodged as well as cloth'd and taught. All the foundation of <span class="ps">Mr. Southwell</span> of <span class="pn">King's Weston</span>. At the lower end of the town is the Townhouse, and above it a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> portico of twenty-four Arches for the linnen Market, which is very considerable at this place, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to that is a School, to teach the poor children of the town, who are not in the other Schools. Near this is a good new-built Church, and beyond that a free School house for teaching Latin, which seemed to be in a ruinous way. The chief support of this place is a market and Fairs for linnen. This is the proper place of Residence for the Bishop and Dean of <span class="pn">Down</span>, but neither of them have houses here. I had almost forgot to mention four Apartments for Clergymen's widows, which are maintained as well as I could be informed by subscription. On a hill to the North of the town is an ancient fortification, called the Rath of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Down Patrick’ (%) Anon">Downpatrick</span></span>, encompassed with three fossees, it is about 700 yards over, as I have been inform'd, and measures by the ascent sixty feet from the bottom, and it may be questioned, whether this is not the ancient <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Dunum</span> of <span class="ps" title="Claudius Ptolemaeus: author">Ptolemy</span>. Near <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Down Patrick’ (%) Anon">Downpatrick</span></span> is a famous horse course for races; here two or three plates are run for, which are given by the Corporation of Horse Breeders in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Down</span>, erected by <span class="ps">King James <span class="gn">II.</span></span> under a charter into a Corporation, with liberty to purchase £200 a-year in lands, and a power to have a treasurer, register and other officers, and that a

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fair should be held for six days at the time of the races, Customs to be paid belonging to the Corporation, during which fairs, they have power to hold a Court for certain purposes. <sup id="fnref:27.footnotes">27<a href="#fn:27.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> I crossed over the communication between this Lough and that of <span class="pn" title="town">Strangford</span>, and turning to the left came to <span class="pn" title="abbey">Inch Abby</span>, removed from <span class="pn">Carrig</span> near <span class="pn">Erynach</span>; the church appears to have been a grand building, there are three windows to the east, and two on each side near it, all narrow and turned with Gothick arches; on the south side are seen the tops of the seats for the administering Priest and those who assisted him, as cut in the wall and beautified with Gothick sculpture. <sup id="fnref:28.footnotes">28<a href="#fn:28.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p>I saw a number of women in an adjacent <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘cabbin’ (%) Anon">cabin</span>, and my curiosity led me to go in, it was a wake over the body of an old man, who was stretched on the floor and covered with a sheet. About 3 feet above the corpse was a board covered with a white cloth, on which they place candles; and the women sit round the corpse, they are entertained with a spirit of Barley, call'd Whiskey, with Tabacco and sometimes with bread, cake, &amp;c, and frequently drink to excess with such instances of mortality before their eyes, and this they look on as an act of Devotion. I returned back over the bridge, and saw the sluices to let out the fresh water and keep out the tide, but as there are not sluices enough to carry off the former the draining of the land is not <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘compleated’ (%) Anon">completed</span>. A little beyond this is the port of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Down Patrick’ (%) Anon">Downpatrick</span></span> from the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Strangford</span>, to which vessels can come of about fifty Tons. About a mile farther and over this arm of the sea, which they call the Lough, are ruins of the <span class="pn" title="abbey">Abbey of Saul</span>, founded by St. Patrick for <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular</span>, and rebuilt by

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<span class="ps">Malachy O'Morgair Bishop of <span class="pn">Down</span></span>, it is now entirely ruined, but very near it, are some of the walls of an old Castle. They have lately built a small Church on the site of the Monastery, having according to the style of this country, only windows on the South side and one at the East end. Two or three miles farther we came to the plantation of <span class="pn">Castle Ward</span> belonging to Judge Ward, situated very beautifully on the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Strangford</span>; they are very fine not only in Groves and clumps of trees, but in quick fences to the road, adorned with flowering shrubs as well as rows of trees. Here is a contrivance for a mill by a flood gate to let in the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> and another to let it out when they please, by which means they can keep the mill almost always going. <sup id="fnref:29.footnotes">29<a href="#fn:29.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> On a point of land over the Bay to the North of this, is a lofty old fabrick called <span class="pn">Castle Audley</span>, supposed to be built by one of the <span class="on" title="family">Audley family</span>, who settled in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> under <span class="ps">John de Curcey</span>, about the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">2d.</span></span> which family has not been long extinct. I went from <span class="pn">Castle Ward</span> to the Charter School of <span class="pn" title="town">Strangford</span>, which is very near it, for the founding of which the late Earl of Kildare left £500 and his Dowager gave two acres for ever, and 20 acres at half rent;—It is for twenty boys and twenty girls. <span class="pn" title="town">Strangford</span> is very pleasantly situated on the hanging ground over the bay, but it is a very poor town without trade, consisting of little more than one small Street, the buildings of which are mostly on the upper side. The Parish Church is a mile off, if I mistake not at <span class="pn">Baleycuther</span>, and the chapel in the town repaired by the late Earl of Kildare is going to ruin. About two miles south of <span class="pn" title="town">Strangford</span> is the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Kilclief</span> in which about the middle of last century a Bishop of Down

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resided. <sup id="fnref:30.footnotes">30<a href="#fn:30.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><a name="entry.d39976e2657">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e2657">6.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-06-27">27th</span> I crossed from <span class="pn" title="town">Strangford</span> in the ferry a mile to the country call'd <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span>, which is a peninsula and to the town called <span class="pn" title="town">Portaferry</span>, which tho' small is a much better place than <span class="pn" title="town">Strangford</span>; it is built up the side of the hill and has some export of corn and kelp. This Living is the corps of the Chancellorship of <span class="pn">Down</span>. In all these parts are meeting-houses, and here is one Mass house, the only one in all <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span>, the bulk of the people in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Down</span> being Presbyterians. This Country of <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span> is very beautiful being a rising ground, something like the <span class="pn">Isle of Wight</span>, except that there is no flat on each side, and it is all cover'd with corn; they manure with marle, which they have in most of the grounds from the North of <span class="pn" title="lough">Strangford Lough</span> to the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Dundrum</span>, there is a great mixture of shells in it. Those about <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Down Patrick’ (%) Anon">Downpatrick</span></span> I observed were a small beautiful turbinated shell, in <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span> a larger kind, scollops, oysters, cockles and others, it is a mixture of clay and sand; the land will bear a crop of Barley and two of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘oates’ (%) Anon">oats</span>, and sometimes they sow it four years, but then it hurts the land, and it produces hardly any herbage the first year after it is laid down: if they plough it seven years as some do it ruins the land for several years; but after three years tillage it will bring tolerable grass the first year and very good for three years, and then they plough it again but must not put on more marle, it has been found out about 30 years and probably in a course of years, they may find it proper to try whether more marle may not do the land good. This country chiefly belongs to the <span class="on" title="family">Savages</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Echlins</span>, <span class="on" title="family">Baylies</span> and <span class="on" title="family">Montgomeries</span>. There is one road on the West side of this country to <span class="pn">Newtown</span> and another on the East to <span class="pn">Donaghadee</span>; I took the western 

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road, in two miles I came to <span class="pn">Abbacy</span> or <span class="pn">Ardquine</span> (a Bishop's estate lease) belonging to the <span class="on" title="family">Echlins</span>, descendants of a Bishop of Down in <span class="date" title="1635">1635</span>. It is thought by some from the name to be the site of the Priory of Eyries, which is not known. About two miles further is a seat of the <span class="on" title="family">Savages</span> call'd <span class="pn">Ardchin</span> pleasantly situated on the Lake; but not much improved—the sea has covered most of the low land there is in this country which is not much, and made it a Morass, but they have now drained a good part of it. Two miles further is <span class="pn">Echlin's Ville</span>, so called from the owner, and as much farther <span class="pn">Inishargy</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Bayley</span>, and two miles further is <span class="pn">Rosemount</span>, the seat of the <span class="on" title="family">Montgomeries</span>, so call'd from a mount on the hill over it, and on the sea there is a small Danish fort. This estate is a purchase of a collateral branch of the family of <span class="ps">Sir James Montgomery</span>, second son of <span class="ps">Lord Montgomery</span>, of the time of <span class="ps">King Charles <span class="gn">the First</span></span>, who was bred to the Law, had travelled, and by the epitaph in the Church, appears to have been a linguist and a lover of Poetry. The Mansion house is built near the <span class="pn" title="abbey">Old Gray Abbey</span>, which is in the style of the Church of <span class="pn">Inch</span>, and part of it is repaired for divine service.</p><p>A Bell mettle jug was found in <span class="date" title="1722">1722</span>, in the bog of <span class="pn">Bayleys Murphey</span> near this place, about eight inches high, with a spout and handle, and was presented to the <span class="on" title="university">University of Dublin</span>. And in <span class="date" title="1728">1728</span> an earthen Urn with burnt bones in was found on the Abbey lands. The old Town is near the Abbey, and the new town a furlong from it on the sea. They have two or three quarries of very good slate in this Neighbourhood: This part of the country is call'd great <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span> and also <span class="pn">Clanbois</span>, from an antient clan as supposed; the southern part is little <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span>. As we approached towards the North end of the Lough, the road

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was more pleasant, as it commanded a better view of the opposite country, from which they cross over the Strand when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> is out, having a pillar built on each side as a mark to direct the passengers. I arrived at <span class="pn">Newtown</span> most pleasantly situated on the North end of this bay, something like St. Maries near <span class="pn">Southampton</span>, the Lough and the lands to the south having much the appearance of <span class="pn" title="bay">Southampton bay</span> and the <span class="pn" title="island">Isle of Wight</span>: It is a burrough town, and they have a considerable trade in Linnen, especially Diapers. There are remains here of a Dominican Convent, in which Chapters of the order have been held. I omitted to see the beautiful family chapel of the Colviles, who have as I was informed sold this estate to one <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span>. This town is seven miles from <span class="pn">Donaghadee</span>, at which place I landed from <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span> in <span class="date" title="1747">1747</span>. A mile in that road is <span class="pn">Movilee</span> a monastery of <span class="on" title="order">Canons of the order of St. Austin</span>, founded by <span class="ps">St. Finian</span> in <span class="date" title="550">550</span>. To the south west of <span class="pn">Newtown</span> about a mile is a hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Scraba</span> or <span class="pn" title="hill">Strabo</span>, where there is a quarry of Free stone; the buildings I saw of it in this country stand very well, tho' it burns black, but I was informed that the stone of the College Library which scales is of this quarry which possibly might be owing to some mismanagement in the quarrying or carriage, and it may be by reason that it might have taken salt water.</p><p>I ascended a long hill northward to <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span>; on the top of it they were finishing a thatch'd meeting house; I came to this place in order to cross above two leagues to <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span>, but the wind being high I went round by <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span>. <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span> is pleasantly situated on a high ground over the Bay of <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span>, it is a poor Burrough town consisting of a long broad street down the side of the hill to the sea, the houses are about 200 in number; tho' they have

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a slate quarry near the town, yet the houses are all thatch'd. The chief support of the inhabitants is spinning, there being but two fishing boats tho' it is finely situated for a fishery; it was the estate of the <span class="on" title="family">Hamiltons</span> Lords of Claneborg, one of which was <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Clanbrazil</span></span> and has been divided between two co-heiresses, the Mother of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Ikerrin</span>, now Earl of <span class="pn">Carrick</span></span> and Judge Ward's Lady; the mansion house here is very indifferent, but the spruce <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘firr’ (%) Anon">fir</span>, the Ilex, Bays, Hollies and other evergreens, planted at first chiefly in the Flower garden are grown to he very fine forest trees: the church is on the side of the old Abbey, in it is a monument to <span class="ps">Beatrix Hamilton</span>, with a remarkable copy of English verses, through which there runs a very great strain of piety. There is also a monument to <span class="ps">John Gibson the first Protestant Dean of <span class="pn">Down</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1623">1623</span>, in which it is mentioned that when he came there, he had only forty communicants, and when he <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘dyed’ (%) Anon">died</span> he left 1200. There was here a famous Abbey of Canons, founded by <span class="ps">St. Congall</span> about <span class="date" title="555">555</span>, which he himself governed by a particular rule, but afterwards it took the <span class="on" title="order">order of St. Austin</span>. It is thought that the History of this Abbey is confounded with that of <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span> in <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>: in the relation that is given of the great number of monks, and of many of them that were killed at one time. There are remains of one part of it, with the ancient narrow Gothick windows. <span class="ps" title="Reverend Peter Winder">Mr. Winder</span> <sup id="fnref:31.footnotes">31<a href="#fn:31.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> the Minister of this place came to see me, and showed me all these things with great civility. On the high ground here, we saw very plainly that part of <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span>, which is called 

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the Mull of <span class="pn">Galway</span>. A little to the East of <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span> is <span class="pn">Groom Port Bay</span> where <span class="ps">Duke <span class="an">Schomberg</span></span> with 1,000 men came to anchor in <span class="date" title="1689">1689</span> and soon took <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span> and was created <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span></span>. In great <span class="pn" title="island">Copland Island</span> at the mouth of the Bay is a slate quarry. I had a very pleasant ride near the Bay for ten miles to <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Antrim</span>, the direct road being but eight, and there are several gentlemen's houses very finely situated over the bay. <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span> stands on the west side of the bay, just at the end of it and is a considerable town of trade, especially in the linnen manufacture, in which they are all concern'd, buying the yarn and giving it to be <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘wove’ (%) Anon">woven</span>, they also send several ships to the West Indies. It is the Estate of the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon"><span class="pn">Donegal</span></span></span>; and the town are very uneasy that they cannot get new leases to build, all of them being near expiring, for the estate is entailed on the sons of <span class="ps">Mr. Chichester</span>, who are minors, whose Mother is sister to Sir Roger Neudigate. This Lord is, as in a state of infancy and in the hands of relations who agree to divide all between them, and have not taken out a Commission of Lunacy: And the guardians of the Minors, oppose the procuring an Act of Parliament to enable him to lett the Lands. <sup id="fnref:32.footnotes">32<a href="#fn:32.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p>The river <span class="pn" title="river">Lagan</span> runs through a very fine country, and falls into the sea at <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span>, where there is a bridge over it, of about 20 arches 840 feet in length, with a Causeway at both ends which make up 1722 feet, it is 22 feet broad. The country on this river, and all the way to <span class="pn" title="Armagh">Ardmagh</span> is look'd on as the finest spot in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, and being well watered and between the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough of Strangford</span> and <span class="pn" title="lake">Lough Neagh</span> and <span class="pn" title="bay">Carrickfergus Bay</span>, these situations give it a 

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very great advantage. The town of <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span> consists of one long broad Street, and of several lanes in which the inferior people live; the church seems to be an old tower or Castle, to which they have built so as to make it a greek Cross, and it is a very mean fabrick for such a considerable place; indeed the congregation is but small, and most of them of the lower rank, for of 400 houses, there are but about sixty families that go to Church; the richer people with a number of others are of the new light Presbyterians, the rest of the old light and Papists. The new light are look'd on as Arians; and these two lights have a greater aversion to each other, than they have to the Church. The <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span></span>'s house at the end of the town was burnt down about the beginning of this century and two daughters were burn'd in it <sup id="fnref:33.footnotes">33<a href="#fn:33.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> the garden, groves, meadows and fields on the river belonging to it are very delightful.</p><a name="entry.d39976e3202">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e3202">7.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-06-29">29th.</span> it being a wet morning I did not set out till noon for <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span> eight miles distant it is a pleasant road near the bay. This is a poor town tho' well situated, the Castle is built on a rock, which is washed on three sides by the sea, it is a strong place and is kept in pretty good order, and no one being permitted to go to it in time of war, the orders have not been taken off in time of peace. <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span></span> has a very large house here, built about the time of <span class="ps">Queen Elizabeth</span>, when his Ancestor <span class="ps">Sir <span class="sup" title="By George T. Stokes">(?Arthur)</span> Chichester</span> was Lord Deputy of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, and obtained the grants of his great Estate, which in this country as I was inform'd is £8,000 a year, that he has

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5 or £6,000 a year in other parts, and that if the whole were out of lease it would let for £30,000 a year. There are great plenty of small scollops in this sea: The Mayor has the Admiralty from <span class="pn">Fair Point</span> to the North to <span class="pn">Beerlooms</span> near <span class="pn">Strangford</span>, the creeks of <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span> and <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span> excepted, they had also in the same extent all customs which <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wentworth first Earl of Strafford, 1593-1641">Lord <span class="an">Strafford</span></span> purchased for the King for £2,000, after which the Custom house was removed to <span class="pn" title="town">Belfast</span>, and this town began to decline. I dined here. The Mayoralty here is worth disputing, and has caused a division in the town, for it is about £100 a year, chiefly arising out of lands given for forage for the King's troops, who have not of late years been sent to Barracks here. I set forward on the sea coast and passed by <span class="pn">Castle Dobbs</span>, the seat of that gentleman who is member for <span class="pn" title="town">Carrickfergus</span>, and has so strenuously pushed the affair of a passage through <span class="pn" title="bay">Hudson's Bay</span>, but without success. The Castle is a low situation behind the hill, but he is building on a very fine spot on the rising ground. A little further is a very pleasant mansion house of <span class="ps">Mr. Brice</span>: I ascended a little height, at the top of which a new and most beautiful scene appear'd of the delightful harbour of <span class="pn" title="town">Larne</span>, which comes in between the land, and makes what they call <span class="pn" title="island">Magee Island</span> a Peninsula; but I could not learn that there was any rivlet or opening from the South end of this bay into the sea, as the maps represent it which would make it an Island. It is about six miles in length and a mile and a half broad, and much resembles the high ground that runs the length of the <span class="pn" title="island">Isle of Wight</span>, but it is not so high, and there is no level ground on each side but it is all cover'd with corn and rich pasturage. I saw two roads one along the top of it, another on the west with many houses on each side of it, and if I mistake not there is a third on the 

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east side; It is without trees the most beautiful and extraordinary spot that can be imagined: this and the country to <span class="pn" title="town">Larne</span> is the Estate of the <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span></span>, as all to the north belongs to the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Antrim</span></span>. I travelled near this fine harbour, and came to a new kind of soil a white <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘limestone’ (%) Anon">lime stone</span>, which having flint in it, as chalk always has, I do much suspect that it was formerly in that state, for it will now almost mark white; the flint in it is chiefly of a pale <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘blew’ (%) Anon">blue</span> and whitish: above this is what they call rotten rock, a sort of crumbling stone, which makes excellent roads, soon dissolving and is easy to the horses feet, but it does not last so long as the lime stone, which tho' much harder yet it soon makes a smooth road, but when narrow and raised in the middle, as is the case here, it is slippery and dangerous at least for horses not accustomed to it. Over the rotten rock is a blackish firestone, called a whine stone, it most of it appears to me, to be of the granite kind, but with very small grains. I passed by a pleasant village in a little vale, from which it has the name of <span class="pn" title="village">Glyn</span>, and came to a spring on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span>, in which there is a very small fresh water shell-fish, of the wilk or turbinated kind, and a small limpet, no bigger than a vitch, sticking on the stones, which I never saw before in fresh water: but what is most remarkable about this well, on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span>, they find the <span class="term" title="(Latin) typefossil">Asteriae</span> and <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Astroitae</span>, some of them smaller than ever I met with before, but they are difficult to be found.</p><p><span class="pn" title="town">Larne</span> is pleasantly situated at the north end of this bay, a point of land running out to the south east; directly south of which is the harbour for large vessels, where they are well defended against the weather; and that point is a most pleasant rising ground, on which there is an old Castle. <span class="pn" title="town">Larne</span> tho' a poor town, consists of a street

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not much less than half a mile in length, and a rivlet falling from the hills at one end, a race of it is brought along behind the houses, which is a great conveniency as well as beauty. They have a little linnen trade, a few fishing boats and salt works (as along the coast) of salt rock of Cheshire boiled with sea water. They have also some little traffick in sending out lime stone and furnishing the neighbouring parts with lime: near the ancient church there is a Mount, which I take to be of the monumental kind, and beyond this is a field, called the Chapel field, where they say are some marks of the foundation of an old Chapel.</p><a name="entry.d39976e3346">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e3346">8.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-06-30">30th</span> I set out northward and ascending the hill, saw a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> country between the low hills to the sea, and the mountains to the west, it is almost all covered with oats, with houses very thick all over it, and little plantations about them in their gardens, so that they appear like little groves or clumps of trees all over the country, which strikes the more, as there is not any other tree to be seen in the country: it is entirely an open country like common fields. From this ground I saw the rocks called by the sailors the maidens, and by the country people the Whilkins. I turn'd out of the way to go to the sea cliffs, which are of the black stone, in order to see what they call the black cave, but found it to be nothing but a passage worn through the rock; beyond this is a fine head called <span class="pn">Baleygelly</span> the seat of Mr.{<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>}. I travelled through this fine country, which makes up the great Living of <span class="pn" title="castle">Larne Castle</span>: They are notwithstanding very indifferent husbandmen, their common method being to plough one year and lay down one year, nor have they the method I saw in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Down</span> of making folds with green sod, to fold their sheep in order to manure the land.</p><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.25" id="pb.25"> p.25</span><p>I ascended a high hill which is the point that makes the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Glenarme</span>, and struck out of the road to the east, to go through <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span>'s little park, which is the most beautiful and romantick ground I ever beheld; it is the very point which makes the bay to the north, and is a hanging ground over the sea, from which there is a steep ascent, it may be of fifty yards, on which there is a wood, then there is an uneven lawn with some wood in several parts and rocks rising up so as that at a distance, some of them appear like ruins of Castles, then there is a very steep ascent, not less than 80 or 90 yards high cover'd with wood, this leads to a lawn, and going on towards the north the point of ground rises higher and terminates in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> mount which commands a fine prospect, where My Lord often dines: further to the north is another <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘heigth’ (%) Anon">height</span>, all the hanging ground from them beautifully cover'd with wood: above this lawn which is within these heights is the perpendicular rock, at least an hundred yards in height, out of which shrubs and trees grow in a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> manner; the ascent up to the door of the park at a lower part of the hill is difficult; above this height is the road from <span class="pn" title="town">Larne</span> to <span class="pn" title="village">Glenarme</span> and they tell many extraordinary stories of men and cattle that have fall'n down these precipices and have not been much hurt. I descended a long hill to <span class="pn" title="village">Glenarme</span>, a village situated on each side of a river in a narrow vale, between the hills on the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Glenarme</span>, where <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span> has resided in an ordinary house, since his habitation at <span class="pn">Ballimagarry</span> near <span class="pn">Dunluce</span> was burnt; but there is an old house with good room in it, without a roof which he is about to repair. There are some remains of an old Abbey on the bay, and a sort of rampart on the north of it, as for a place of defence to retire to in a time of danger. Over the town to 

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the north is a hill with an easy ascent, on which there is a horse course, which commands a fine view, especially of the great park, and here My Lord has a stable for his race horses; this nobleman's chief amusement being the fine horses which he breeds every year. <span class="ps">Mr. Broome</span> a relation to the late <span class="ps">Bishop of <span class="pn">Down</span> Dr. Rider, now Archbishop of <span class="pn">Tuam</span></span>, is minister of this parish; he paid me a visit, and carried me to see Lady Antrim's grotto, in which there are a great number of fine and curious shells, and many of the pinna, which are found off the north east point of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. He brought me compliments from my <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span> that he would be glad to see me. <span class="ps">Mr. Broome</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> with me to the great park, which is as curious and beautiful as the other, but in a different way: two rivers rise in the hills meet below and make the river of <span class="pn" title="river">Glenarme</span>, which flows in the narrow valley; the park wall runs along the top of the hills and almost encloses these three rivers, being about nine miles in circumference: the entrance to the park is about half a mile to the west of <span class="pn" title="village">Glenarme</span>, and on both sides of the river both below and on sides of the hills, is an agreeable variety of Lawn and wood for a mile; further on it is all wood and on both sides, and just at the entrance of this wood on an eminence, is a banqueting house in a very romantick situation: when one has enter'd the wood, the bed of the river is deeper, having perpendicular rocks on each side from twenty to forty feet high and trees grow out of them, and one sees between them many <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> cascades, particularly one near 30 feet high; about ten feet below the top is a shelf, and at top the rock overhangs so, as no salmon can get up but they frequently leap and fall on that shelf, and often bruise themselves so that they die. Above is another very beautiful cascade in two or three falls in the breadth of

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the river, but the finest in is the middle: I went up the eastern river to see the most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> of all; which tumbles down is a sheet near 30 feet; from this we ascended up the hill to the east through the wood and came to a lawn, and had a view to the west of the round high top of the {<span class="fa" title="gap ">⬌</span>} sleamish (I am the hill) by way of eminence, near which <span class="ps">St. Patrick</span> when he first came from <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span> fed hogs, and on the hill <span class="pn" title="hill">Skerries</span> not far from it, are remains of a church, which is said to be the first in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. We returned home by the hill to the gate of the park we came in at. I waited on Lord and Lady Antrim, and lay at my Lds. house.</p><a name="entry.d39976e3498">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e3498">9.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-01">first of July</span>, I walk'd up to the course, and set out; My Lord sent a man five miles with me, and <span class="ps">Mr. Brougham</span> and <span class="ps">Mr. O'Neale</span> accompanied me three. We passed the end of <span class="pn">Kle Glyn</span> and ascended towards a high point called <span class="pn" title="hill">Mount Garranpoint</span>, and in the map <span class="pn" title="hill">Ardclinnis Point</span>, over which there is a very steep road, and at the bottom of it, is a rock, which, before part of it fell down, was thought to be the figure of a fish. From this point the mountains are very fine, quite perpendicular towards the top with trees growing out of them as in the little park, from which large white lime stone rocks have roll'd down, in many of which I saw Belemnites which are frequently found on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span>, as well as <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">echini</span>; but it is very difficult to separate them from the rock: the lower part of this opening call'd <span class="pn" title="bay">Red Bay</span> is much admired, having the same kind of ground on each side of the valley, but no wood below, so that I think it is not near so <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> as the ground of the great park; but it is said that the late Lord had thought of making a park there, which he might have done, only by building a wall at the sea and at the west angle. In this road we observed several streams running from the hill, which

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flow'd underground into the sea, on the north side of this vale a river falls into the sea, near the mouth of it are cliffs of a sandy red stone in which there are four or five caves, and some families live in them: and just over the point are remains of an old Castle call'd <span class="pn" title="castle">Redbay Castle</span>. On the south side of the bay I observed an old church which answers to the situation of <span class="pn">Galbally</span> in <span class="ps" title="Sir William Petty">Sr. Wm. Petty</span>'s map. When I passed this point turning round I was surpriz'd at the sight of the end of the mountain to the north east of the valley, which appeared with a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> square top, and in some situations like a Lozenge this is call'd <span class="pn">Clockay Brackeen</span>. I came to another little valley call'd <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cushendale’ (%) Anon">Cushendall</span></span> where I dined; Going two miles to <span class="pn" title="bay">Cushenden Bay</span>, I was directed about half a mile from the road to see some caves, which are not so curious altogether as the sea cliff, which is the most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> I ever saw, it consists of pebbles of a middling size of different colours all cemented together; so that it has the appearance of variegated marble, and is exactly like the <span class="pn">Hertfordshire</span> stone which is used for the top of snuff boxes, except that the stones are much larger, that is from about four or five to 8 or 9 inches in diameter. The sheep take shelter in these caves in the winter, and there is in some part of the grotts a cake of their dung near a foot thick, which the people have not as yet taken away for manure. Over the north side of this bay is an old tower, which is I suppose what is called in the map <span class="pn">Caries Castle</span>. This head of Land is the most north eastern point of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. We returned to the road on the other side of the river and ascended up a very long hill, to a healthy country, which affords good turf with a gravel under it, and the white lime stone is found in many parts through the country The soil being alter'd from <span class="pn">Red Bay</span> to this place, in which

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space there is no lime stone: Very fine roads are made here all the way to <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> in which coming near the northern <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> we turn'd to the west and passed by <span class="pn">Caravadount</span>, below which is a Danish fort, and a little farther to the south is a fine flat hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Drumnikilliah</span>, which much resembles the situation of Jerusalem: and so we arrived at <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span>: From the eastern shore I saw the Isle of <span class="pn" title="island">Sanda</span> to the east of which a McDonel is Laird: And the <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mul of Cantyr’ (%) Anon">Mull of Kintyre</span></span> in <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span> seemed surprizingly near in the bay of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cushendon’ (%) Anon">Cushendun</span></span>, tho' it is almost thirty miles distant, but it is a very high land; they often go over to that land for game: where there is great plenty of what is called the black game, which <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span> has brought over more than once, but could never get them to breed, or keep them long, so that probably they return back. <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> is situated in a sort of a creek, at the mouth of the small river <span class="pn" title="river">Glenshesk</span> in the large open bay which is made by <span class="pn">Fairhead</span> and the point at <span class="pn">Balintoy</span>, near which <span class="pn" title="island">Sheep Island</span> is seen, having the Isle of <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rathling’ (%) Anon">Rathlin</span></span> stretching to the north of it from east to west. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> comes in from the north, and probably the tides meeting off <span class="pn">Fairhead</span> and the <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mul of Cantire’ (%) Anon">Mull of Kintyre</span></span> cause such an Eddy current that in the bay the flow lasts nine hours and the ebb only three. <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> is a strong instance of the assiduity and judgment of one person <span class="ps">Mr. Boyd</span> to whom the place belongs, who holds it as a fee farm under <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span>, who has made most of his tenants happy in such a tenure; for all this country as I mention'd before belongs to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span>; his ancestors from <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span>, the <span class="on" title="family">McDonalds</span>, conquer'd it, and <span class="ps">Queen Elizabeth</span> granted it to them by patent; the family are now distinguished by the title of Antrim; it extends from near <span class="pn" title="town">Larne</span> to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colraine’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span>: from <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Larme’ by BF"><span class="pn">Larne</span></span> to <span class="pn" title="village">Glenarme</span> the people are mostly Presbyterian,

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as well as from <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> to <span class="pn">Coleraine</span>; but from <span class="pn" title="village">Glenarme</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> they are for the most part Papists. <span class="ps">Mr. Boyd</span>'s great work was to make a safe harbour for shipping, which he had done most effectually, having received £10,000 from the publick for that purpose: It was effected by a pier to the north and east made of piles of oak, fixed together with iron, and all fill'd within with large stones, so that it makes three very good Quays. But unfortunately last winter, some of the piles to the north gave way in a violent storm, and about the same time some of the inner piles of the eastern pier fail'd, occasioned by fastening their cables to them: But when they came to examine the foot of the piles, they found they had been eaten by a small worm, of a different kind from those of the Indies or <span class="pn" title="country">Holland</span>, or from those I saw at <span class="pn">Shoreham</span>, being very small, about a quarter of an inch long, and as big as a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘midling’ (%) Anon">middling</span> pin; Looking on them in a microscope, on the back they appear like a smooth grub, on the belly a little like a shrimp, with seven legs on each side, and I think a smaller pair behind, it has large black eyes and the snout seems to be pointed, and probably has on it such a pair of shells to bore as the larger have, but I could not discern it: They make holes in the length of the part of the wood which is always under the salt water, for the air or fresh water kills them: This mole is on the west side of the little bay: To the east along the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> which faces it is sandy, and piles are droven in to keep the sea from gaining on the bank, and when it does gain, they fill it again with great <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘expence’ (%) Anon">expense</span>; and they are now making a strong pier built of stone and mortar, where the piles have fail'd, on one side are store houses, on another smiths' forges and all sorts of trades, for building boats and for carrying on the work of the piers, besides this <span class="ps">Mr. 

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Boyd</span> has built a very good Inn, a Brewery, Tan-yard, houses for <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘boyling’ (%) Anon">boiling</span> soap, and salt, making candles, and a very fine bleach yard; all which he farms out. He has also built a handsome house for himself, and a brick wall on two sides of a garden of seven acres; and at the same time has carried on the works of a very considerable colliery, which is to the east towards <span class="pn">Fairhead</span> on the sea side. The first is about a mile from the town, where there is a fine boxwheel for raising the water out of the coalpits, turned by a stream brought from the river by a channel cut along the side of the hill, and through some high ground for above a mile; about half a mile further is a shaft near the top of the cliff, and as much further another to which there is an entrance from the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> by a passage, the top and side of which are supported by woodwork: At the collieries are quays for shipping them on small vessels made at great <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘expence’ (%) Anon">expense</span> with large stones. From the first pit there is a way made with wood, as at <span class="pn">Whitehaven</span> and <span class="pn">Newcastle</span> for two carts to be drawn on. This sea cliff is very curious, but appears most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> at <span class="pn">Fairhead</span>. There is first a stratum of firestone, which is in pillars of one stone, some of them being near twenty feet long, and this seems to be some tendency towards the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘naturall’ (%) Anon">natural</span> production of the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>; this in <span class="pn">Fairhead</span> has something of the appearance of a Gothick work: then there is what they call Till, which I take it, is a ragged broken stone, then free stone, next a vein of coal followed by Till, and then two layers of free stone of different qualities; for there they have grinding stones and whetstones out of different quarries. They have a vitriol spring in one part, and one sees several perpendicular veins in the cliffs which they call faults in the work, they extend into the sea, and one of them being about fifteen or twenty feet broad, appears like a large Causeway.</p><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.32" id="pb.32"> p.32</span><p>This Gentleman in the colliery and all the manufactures he supports, has about 300 people employed every day, and in the years of scarcity he took care to buy corn and have it sold at a reasonable price. All these things undertaken and carried on by one man, are a very uncommon and extraordinary instance in a practical way of human understanding and prudence.</p><p>The old Town of <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> is a quarter of a mile from the port, which consists of a short street, and here they hold their markets; and just below it is an old mansion house in ruins of the Antrim family. When I came to <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Boyd</span> soon found out, I had compliments to him from the <span class="ps" title="">Archbishop of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span></span>, he obliged me to make his house my home; where I met my acquaintance his daughter <span class="ps">Mrs. Macaulay</span>, married to <span class="ps">Dr. Macaulay Vicar General of the Diocese of <span class="pn" title="diocese">Dublin</span></span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e3844">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e3844">10.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-02">2nd</span> he showed me all these things. To the east of the town is a building they call the Abbey, which I suppose was a Convent, in it is a Chapel, on the side of which is the following inscription.<br/>
<blockquote class="docindoc inscription"><p>In Dei<br/>
Deiparaeque virginis honorem illustrissimus ac Nobilissimus <span class="ps" title="Lord Randolph Mac Donnell earl of Antrim">Dominus Randolphus M'Donnel Comes de <span class="pn">Antrim</span></span> hoc Sacellum fieri curavit.</p><p>An. Dom. <span class="date" title="1612">1612</span>.</p></blockquote></p><a name="entry.d39976e3879">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e3879">11.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-03">3d.</span> I set out with <span class="ps">Mr. Harrison</span> Minister of the place and another gentleman to see the Charter School, about half a mile beyond the town and founded by <span class="ps">Mr. Boyd</span> for boys and girls, and taking leave of them I travelled to the west near the sea cliffs which are of lime stone from a little beyond <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> to the end of <span class="pn" title="bay">Balintoy Bay</span>, where the cliffs are of that sort of rock which is in the cliffs of the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>. About two miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span> I observ'd on the left a long low 

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hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Cregeny</span>, where I saw pillars like those in the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span> of a larger size<span class="sup" title="By Beatrix Färber ">;</span> I measured some of them which were pentagons, one was thirty one inches over, the other twenty; so this is to be reckoned the beginning of this extraordinary natural production. I descended the hill and going along the plain came near the west side of the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Balintoy</span>, passing by the church and village of that name and came to the estate of <span class="ps">Mr. M'Neal</span>, where following a rivlet I came to a small bay, where the stones had some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> resemblance of the Causeway at a distance, but I found them in large pieces as in quarries; I dined here by the stream. Going on westward I soon came to a little bay, in which there is a small high peninsula with ruins of a Castle on it, called <span class="pn" title="Dunseverick: castle">Donseverick</span>; from which I walk'd along the top of the sea cliffs, and coming to a little bay to which there is a tolerable descent, the cliff being all covered with grass, I descended as I suppose between two and three hundred yards; on the east side of this bay is a curious high rock, and as there are shelves in the steep cliffs, so the goats go along those shelves to feed: Here we found people a' fishing: Returning up we came to <span class="pn" title="bay">Port Maher</span>, for they give all these little creeks or bays the name of ports; I saw the tops of pillars at the bottom of this bay, next we came to <span class="pn" title="bay">Port Forts Frid</span>, where there are pillars in the cliffs, and some of them stand single and in a little port beyond it called <span class="pn" title="bay">Beneagore</span>, are two or three little risings in the manner of the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>. The next is port <span class="pn" title="bay">Loganeny</span>, where there is a good way down the cliff and there are pillars towards the top and bottom. The next is <span class="pn" title="bay">Portnabrok</span>, where two eagles flew out of the rocks, which were of a lighter colour than any I have seen, and possibly may be of the vulture kind, but I am inform'd

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since that they are the rock Eagle, and are larger than the mountain eagle; here are pillars at the bottom of the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span>, but the two rows above are extremely fine and regular; as well as I could conjecture, there was ten feet of rock, then a tier of pillars forty feet, rock 40 feet, pillars 40 feet, rock 20 ft. and then a steep descent with grass growing on it at least forty feet high: Turning the small end of the glass it had a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> effect, they appeared like a landscape of Portico's at a distance, and not unlike the view we have engraved at <span class="pn">Palmyra</span>. The next is <span class="pn" title="bay">Port Noffer</span> and then is <span class="pn" title="bay">Portnespagna</span>, which is formed to the west by the point on which are those pillars call'd the chimneys. This little bay has its name from a tradition that a Spanish man of war came near in hazy <span class="sic" title="Should be ‘weather’ by BF">heather</span> and thought the rocks and pillars were a fort and fired at them, but the rocks made a melancholy reprizal, when as they say she was soon after dash'd against them. I then walked on and looked down on what they call the <span class="pn" title="Giant's Causeway">Gyants Causelway</span>, which I viewed in <span class="date" title="1747">1747</span>, having walked about four miles along the sea cliffs with equal pleasure and astonishment, viewing this wonderful work of nature.</p><p>From the cliffs I struck down through <span class="pn">Bushmills</span>, <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Danluce’ (%) Anon">Dunluce</span></span>, and <span class="pn">Ballimagarry</span> to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Port Rush’ (%) Anon">Portrush</span></span>, where not meeting with accommodation, I was forced at ten o'clock at night to retire three miles to <span class="pn">Ballimagarry</span>, where I took up my quarters. I walk'd along on the top of the sea cliffs half a mile to <span class="pn">Dunluce</span> and it was very curious to see the Gulls in their nests, which they have made of clay and sand in the sides of the perpendicular rocks, so as that the nests overhang from the rock, and great numbers of birds flying about make a very great noise, the eagles come often and take their young which are a delicious morsel for them. The Cormorants build with sea weed on little shelves on

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the sides of the rocks and one sees the hen in the nest and her little ones sitting round her and the cock near; which is a very pretty sight. At <span class="pn">Dunluce</span> I went to see the Castle which is on a rock <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyn'd’ (%) Anon">joined</span> to the land by an Istmus that is about thirty feet lower than the top of the rock; and they cross to it by a drawbridge, it is now <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> by a wall about two feet thick and 30 feet over, on which some people go to it: I walk'd over it; it is an old irregular Castle that may be the 8th of a mile in circumference, and under it is a broad cave with an opening to the south and another to the north to the sea. The Earls of Antrim did live in this Castle, and one of their Ladies not liking the noise of the waves, had a house built for her just at the entrance of it, where she liv'd; which house is now standing without a roof: This if I mistake not was the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Dutchess’ (%) Anon">Duchess</span> of Buckingham widow of the Duke who was stab'd at <span class="pn">Portsmouth</span>, and was married to the head of this family, who had the title of Marquise of Antrim. I went by sea to the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>, and taking it as near as I could in a triangle, I measured the three sides and took the bearings and measured an Octagon with all the pillars round it; and return'd, landing in the Port of <span class="pn">Balintray</span>, at the mouth of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Bush</span>; here they say was formerly a port of trade which had priviledges granted to it. Ascending to the right are two Baths, very near to each other, with a double fossee, they call 'em Danish forts, and say that to this day, some family in Denmark settles these lands on any marriage. A little further but on the cliff is a little cape which is defended by a fossee drawn across the neck of it:—There is a tradition that the Danes went off from this place.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4037">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4037">12.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-05">5th</span> I walked two miles to <span class="pn">Balywilly</span> church of which <span class="ps">Mr. Cuppaige</span> is Curate whom I had met at <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span>,

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I preach'd for him, and <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span> near invited me to dine with him, but I excused myself; and a person who showed me some civility by accompanying me home: dined with me; I saw in the way a low rocky hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Cregahullen-Craig</span> where there are pillars as in the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>, some sides of which I measured and found them to be large; there is another a mile further, and I observed even near as far as <span class="pn">Solomons Porch</span>, six miles beyond <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span> that the rocks have some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> resemblance of the Causeway, but not in true pillars. In the afternoon I went down to the strand to see grottoes and caves in the Lime stone white cliffs, which begin from <span class="pn">Dunluce</span> and extend to the strand of <span class="pn">Portrush</span>, and they are the most extraordinary and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> I ever saw, some in open grottoes, others in large narrow caves going in a great way, having <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> stalactites in them; one of them exceeds the rest in beauty, being about thirty paces wide and 70 long, with three pillars of rock on the east side, the white colour of the rock and the flints intermixt, and in many parts Belemnites add to the beauty and curiosity of the sight. <span class="pn">Portrush</span> is a little creek encompassed with sandy banks, which gain on the land as the sands do in <span class="pn" title="region">Cornwall</span>: tho' it is well sheltered yet there runs such a sea, that it is not safe for the boats in winter; at some distance from this Creek is an Island called <span class="pn" title="island">Skerries</span>, and in the map <span class="pn" title="island">Portrush Island</span>, which makes the sea to the south a pretty good road to ride in during the summer-season, but it is only a shelter to the north, the lands on each side being some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> covering to the East and West. This <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town is of so <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> consequence that there is not a publick house in it for the accomodation of travellers; they have but one Merchant in the town, who deals chiefly in shipping off corn and kelp. I took a walk also to <span class="ps">Lord

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<span class="an">Antrim</span></span>'s house close to <span class="pn">Baleymagarry</span>, which was burnt down about two years ago; it is a fine situation commanding a view of the sea of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Enishowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span> to the north west and of the sea coast to the east. The house was built of the pillar stones of the quarry I have mentioned near, and I saw one there of nine sides. <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Antrim</span></span> had thoughts of building an house on a spot near, but it is said has altered his purpose. From the high lands there is a view of the <span class="pn" title="island">Island of Ila</span>, where it is said is the famous Abbey called <span class="pn" title="abbey">Columkil</span>, in which the ancient kings of <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span> are <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span>; and to the north of this one sees the Island of <span class="pn" title="island">Jura</span>, appearing like three remarkable hills. There is an ancient <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘kern’ (%) Anon">cairn</span> at <span class="pn">Ballimagarry</span> consisting of ground raised five or six feet, it may be 100 feet in diameter, there are some large stones in the middle, they have the name of the person to whose honour, as tradition <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘saies’ (%) Anon">says</span> it was made. They have a method in the north of weeding their corn with what they call a Clip, it is a pair of pinchers made of two pieces of wood, and handles standing like those of a pair of sheers, and they pull up the strongest docks with it.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4165">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4165">13.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-07">7th</span> I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> to the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>, and attended the raising the most curious stones I could find, and in the even on my return waited on <span class="ps">Mr. Duncane</span> who lives in the way, with a letter I had to him and came home.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4184">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4184">14.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-08">8th</span> I went to the Causeway late, and <span class="ps">Mr. Duncane</span> came and dined with me, and sent a fresh salmon which was roasted before a turf fire, it was cut in pieces and stuck on five or six sticks set in the ground round the fire and sometimes taken up and turn'd. He left <span class="ps">Mr. Bromhall</span> with me, his children's Tutor, and I came with him to his house drank tea and came home.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4204">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4204">15.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-09">9th</span> I staid within all day and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘writ’ (%) Anon">wrote</span> letters, <span class="ps">Mr. Duncan</span> and <span class="ps">Mr. 

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Bromhall</span> came to see me.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4229">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4229">16.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-10">10th</span> I went to the Causeway, had many more stones raised in the morning and in the afternoon put aboard a sloop I freighted for <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, to be filled with coals at <span class="pn" title="town">Ballycastle</span>; came off very late called at <span class="ps">Mr. Duncan</span> after ten and lay there. Having viewed and examined this <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘wonderfull’ (%) Anon">wonderful</span> work of nature, the <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span>, with as much exactness as I could, and made on it some observations: which I sent to the <span class="on" title="society">Royal Society</span> and they did me the honour to print them in the <span class="title" title="periodical">Philosophical Transactions</span> of the year <span class="date" title="1753">1753</span>. <sup id="fnref:34.footnotes">34<a href="#fn:34.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-10">10th</span> I returned to <span class="pn">Ballimagarry</span> and set out for <span class="pn">Coleraine</span>, and observed the pillars of stone at <span class="pn">Cross Reagh</span> within 2 miles of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colrain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span>: I came to that town which is pleasantly situated on a rising ground to the east of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Bann</span>, which here divides the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Antrim</span> from the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Londonderry</span>. This town has large liberties being an Estate with other lands especially <span class="pn">Derry</span> that was forfeited by the rebellion of the <span class="on" title="family">O'Kanes</span> in the time of <span class="ps">Queen Elizabeth</span>, and was granted by <span class="ps">King James <span class="gn">the First</span></span> to the twelve Companies of <span class="pn" title="city">London</span>, who divided most of the lands between 'em, but some are in common and particularly the salmon fishery. Out of each of twelve Companies two persons are chose, which make what they call in <span class="pn" title="city">London</span> the <span class="on">Irish Society</span>, for the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘menagement’ (%) Anon">management</span> of these estates; and most of them are lett at a low rent, and purchased according to the improved value: There is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town on the other side, which is the parish of <span class="pn">Killowen</span>. There is a handsome town house in <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span> built by the Society; and they have a great market every Saturday for Linnen and yarn which is the chief support of the place. I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> a mile below <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span> to see the salmon fishery which is very great; they catch 'em with what I think is called a seine-net, that goes across the river, and

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so they draw in the net. They have caught sometimes, tho' very rarely 2500 in a day; sell 'em here for a penny a pound fresh, but most of 'em are salted. The fish go up in June and July, spawn in August, and those fish are called fry at first; they come down into the sea about March and April, and return from between 5 and ten pounds in weight, and then they are call'd Grants, and are of a lighter colour than what they call salmon, and rather better for present use, not so strong as salmon, but do very well for salting; afterwards they are call'd salmon and sometimes grow to fifty pounds weight, and that as it is imagined in 3 or 4 years: The white salmon trout besides the colour, differs from them in having a double row of teeth. I returned to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span> and went a mile up the river to see the salmon-leap, the river falls down about ten feet in two or three falls, divided by the rocks: They leap up, and very handsome apartments are made for them above with grates to let the water in, and so they can go no further, and are taken up by a hand net; this diversion I saw.</p><p>Over this is a pleasant situation, the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Richardson</span> a member of Parliament, who married <span class="ps">Sir John Eyles</span> daughter and purchased of the Society that Estate, opposite to it is a pretty Mount call'd <span class="pn">Mount Sandal</span>, which seemed to be monumental.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4382">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4382">17.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-11">11th</span> I set out with <span class="ps">Mr. Fitzgerald</span> a surveyor of the Revenue, who had accompanied me yesterday, and with whom I had been acquainted formerly in <span class="pn" title="province">Munster</span>. We <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> four miles to a village pleasantly situated called <span class="pn">Ardeau</span>, and a mile further came on the strand from a Glyn between the high cliffs through which a rivlet falls into the sea. Even about this part at a distance the rocks appear a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> like the Causeway, but they consist only of large stones of the 

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rocks in strata something in that manner. The cliffs are very high, at top is a stratum of stone, then of rotten rock and then fine white lime stone. From the height I saw the barr of sand at <span class="pn" title="harbour">Coleraine Harbour</span> which crosses the mouth of the river in such a manner as that no vessel of any burthen can come over it, and this appears by the sea breaking against it. At these cliffs which extend from near <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span> to <span class="pn">Magilligan</span> four or five miles, that chain of mountains end which run through the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Londonderry</span>, <span class="pn" title="county">Tyrone</span> and <span class="pn" title="county">Monaghan</span> and as I take it, end to the south in low hills in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cavan</span>: I came to these cliffs to see a grotto much talk'd of, call'd <span class="pn">Solomons Porch</span>, but it is nothing compared with those <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> grottoes I saw at <span class="pn">Ballimagarry</span>: It is only a long narrow cave, the entrance of which without doubt was handsomer before it was very much choak'd up with sand as it is at present. I observed here that the flint lay more in strata than in other parts. Near this grotto is a fine cold spring up the cliff, they come and take a hearty draft of the sea water and then when it purges drink of this water plentifully. We came to the west end of the cliff, and I was sufficiently <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘recompenced’ (%) Anon">recompensed</span> for my dissappointment by the pleasure I had in the ride afterwards first for two miles along the strand and afterwards when I turned to the south through a plain having high cliffy hills to the east with a gentle ascent for some way from the bottom, the rich hay country of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Magiligan’ (%) Anon">Magilligan</span></span> to the west makeing out in that point to the north west towards <span class="pn">Greencastle</span> in <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Innisohowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span> and makes the entrance about two miles broad into that bay which is called the <span class="pn">Lough of Derry</span>, then the high hills of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Innishowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span> cover'd with corn almost to the top: We had a very good road and passed by the house for Lodging of such people resort to this place in order to drink goats whey,

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and came into a plain which extends farther to the East; and came to the direct road from <span class="pn">Coleraine</span> and arrived at <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Newtown Limne Vaddy’ (%) Anon">Newtown Limavady</span> pleasantly situated on the river <span class="pn" title="river">Roe</span>, near which are some seats with good plantations very finely situated. This town consists of one broad Street, and tho' it has a mean appearance, yet it has a great trade in linnen and linnen yarn, insomuch that there are many in the town who can at any time give considerable bills of Exchange on <span class="pn" title="city">London</span>. This is also an estate of the Society in the hands of {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} stopping here to dine my acquaintance <span class="ps">Dr. Bacon Minister of <span class="pn">Ballykeley</span></span> whom I did design to visit, was passing through and came and dined with me, and then accompanied me to <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Limnavaddy’ (%) Anon">Limavady</span>. We passed by the river <span class="pn" title="river">Roe</span>, on each side of which are high rocky cliffs with trees growing out of them, and a wood on each side and some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> cascades of water rush through the rocks; we came to the sight of the old castle of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Limne Vaddy’ (%) Anon">Limavady</span>, the fortress of the <span class="on" title="family">O'Kanes</span>, the ancient Lords of this Country: It has the name of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Limne Vaddy’ (%) Anon">Limavady</span> (the dog's leap) from a narrow passage of the river beneath the rocks a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> higher up, over which a dog may leap, and young men divert themselves by vaulting over it. This estate was in the possession of that Philips and his descendants who was sent over to divide the land beneath the Companies: and they tell a comical story, that he represented that he could no way make the division so as to take in this estate, and that on this they gave it to him for his trouble: But I was informed that he having a grant of the lands of the Convent of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span> exchanged them for these: However that may be, it is an exceeding fine spot of ground: and the Philips's I have had the pleasure to be long acquainted with, are a younger branch of that family, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘cosin’ (%) Anon">cousin</span> of <span class="ps">Captain Philips</span> being the person who sold

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the estate. There are several Danish forts about this place, some of which the gentlemen have planted with clumps of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘firrs’ (%) Anon">firs</span> which have a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> effect. There is a lime stone here which is of a slaty kind or runs in thin strata, and I was inform'd that when polished, it is of the dove colour of the <span class="pn">Ardbraccan</span> Marble, and I then went two miles farther to <span class="ps">Dr. Bacon</span>'s parsonage house, a good brick edifice with large gardens and a well improved glebe; the house and part of the improvements were built and made by my worthy friend <span class="ps">Dr. Owen Dean of <span class="pn">Clonmacnoise</span></span>. This parish of <span class="pn">Ballykelly</span> consists of about 700 houses, 30 or 40 acres being a great farm, which gives the country a very rich look all being under corn and good pasturage, for they have a shell bank in the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough of Derry</span> which affords fine manure, ten quarters of shells, each of them two barrels being excellent manure for four years, and will produce two crops of barley and two of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘oates’ (%) Anon">oats</span>. From this I went to the Charter school, very lately open'd for twenty boys and twenty girls founded by the encouragement of the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Tyrone</span></span>, who gave 64 acres at twenty shillings a year. I went on to the mansion house of this estate, which came to the Earl from <span class="ps">General Hamilton</span> and belongs to the Society. The house has been lately burnt and is to be rebuilt. <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Tyrone</span></span> designing to give this estate to his second son: The estate is finely planted, mostly with <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘firrs’ (%) Anon">firs</span> and delightfully situated on the Lough. I took leave of <span class="ps">Dr. Bacon</span> and went on towards <span class="pn">Kerry</span>, a most pleasant ride: For the Lough growing narrower, the country on the other side appeared in much greater beauty. I observed some very Romantick situations on the rising ground to the south: To the north I saw a small Lough or large pond, with an Island in it, and over it in a most pleasant situation an old Church; 

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This is called <span class="pn" title="church">Anack</span>, and is I suppose the same that <span class="ps" title="Sir William Petty">Sr. Wm. Petty</span> calls <span class="pn">Ardnenoymak</span>. I came to the river <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fin’ (%) Anon">Finn</span> over which I crossed to <span class="pn" title="town">Londonderry</span>; this river rises out of Lough <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fin’ (%) Anon">Finn</span> which is very near the western coast: The towns of <span class="pn" title="town">Lifford</span> and <span class="pn" title="town">Strabane</span> are situated on it, opposite to each other, and it is an exceeding fine country all up the river. <span class="pn" title="town">Londonderry</span> is situated on a height over the river which runs on the east and north sides of it; it is something like the situation of <span class="pn">Guildford</span>, commands a view of a well improved hilly country, of the river and the narrow part of the Lough or rather the mouth of the river: From the situation of two or three Church yards, where there were old Churches, I concluded that the old town of <span class="pn" title="town">Derry</span> was situated on the side of the windmill hill to the north west and perhaps extended down to the valley below, as I was informed it did. When this estate was granted to the Companies, it was on condition that they should <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortifie’ (%) Anon">fortify</span> it, which they did as it now remains in the modern way, but without any subterraneous works, so that on that account and being encompassed with hills it is by no means a strong place, nor can it possibly be made strong: The walk round the ramparts is very pleasant. The Society also built a handsome Townhouse, and a church at the first settlement, which is an <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> parish church; something like many Churches in large country towns in <span class="pn" title="country">England</span> with an organ and Gallery at the west end. The Bishops and Deans seats are pointing to the west, on each side of the opening to the Chancel; and the stalls of the Prebends are to be in a line with them. There is a monument in the church of <span class="ps">Mr. Elvinope</span> of the first inhabitants who died in <span class="date" title="1676">1676</span>—102 years old. The bases of the pillars are of oxes heads, which I take to have been an old Roman altar cut in two pieces, brought probably

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from <span class="pn" title="country">Scotland</span> or the north of <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>—The present Primate gave a new organ to the church, who was first Dean and then Bishop of this church. There is a foot Barrack in the town for a Regiment, and a Magazine for powder, and an arsenal for their old Canon. They bombarded and played the canon on the town from the windmill hill and from another height to the south west, and it is said that when they began to batter the town, the besieged sent to 'em not to hurt the town which would be their own, and that they need not batter, as the gates were open for them to come in; and it is said that a Colonel of a Regiment offering his service to try, if he could enter the gates which were actually left open; they having notice of it, planted Canon one over another, gave them a terrible fire, sallyed out and cut the whole Regiment to pieces. Below the town about three miles is <span class="pn">Culmorefort</span> at the mouth of the river, across which a chain was drawn to prevent any relief coming to them, but a ship went against it under full sail, broke the chain, and brought them provisions when they were in great distress. In the church are two of the Standards which the besieged took from the enemy. The Governor is styled Governor of <span class="pn">Culmore</span> and <span class="pn" title="town">Londonderry</span> and has a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘sallary’ (%) Anon">salary</span> of £600 a year. The commanding officer is Deputy Governor, and when no troops are in it the Mayor, who is the returning officer of Members both for this town and the County, as I was informed. They have here a great market every Wednesday for linnen and flaxen yarn; <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span>, <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Newtown Limne Vaddy’ (%) Anon">Newtown Limavady</span></span> and <span class="pn" title="town">Strabane</span> having linnen markets on other days of the week for the same purpose, to which the Merchants go round and buy up the linnens and yarn, the latter is sent to <span class="pn" title="city">Manchester</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4705">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4705">18.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-12">12th</span> I spent the day with the Bishop, who on visiting him, insisted on my coming to his house,

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and sending my horses to his stables; I walked round the ramparts with <span class="ps">Mr. Bernard</span>, preached, and in the even walked round the town and to <span class="pn">Windmill Hill</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4723">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4723">19.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-13">13th</span>, it rained very hard all the morning, and I set out in the afternoon towards <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Swiley’ (%) Anon">Lough Swilly</span></span> to spend the evening with <span class="ps" title="Rev. Edward Ledwich 1738-1823">Dr. Ledwich</span>; I met him and he went back with me: This Gentleman is married to a niece of the Bishop: About two miles out of the town I saw on a hill <span class="pn" title="castle">Eloch Castle</span> with a tower close to it, which appeared to me to be a round tower. This side of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Finn</span> is in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Donegal</span> and Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Innishowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span></span>, which Barony takes in from <span class="pn">Birte</span> inclusively all the Peninsula to the North, and this is in the Diocese of <span class="pn" title="diocese">Derry</span>. The rest of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Donegal</span> if I mistake not is in the Diocese of <span class="pn" title="diocese"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rapho’ (%) Anon">Raphoe</span></span>. I crossed the river which rises near <span class="pn">Muff</span> and came to <span class="pn">Fantham</span> commonly called <span class="pn">Fawn</span>, very pleasantly situated on <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Swilley’ (%) Anon">Lough Swilly</span></span> opposite to Inch Island. This Lough is formed by the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Swilley’ (%) Anon">Swilly</span></span>, and the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> which overflows the flat. That river rises near the western coast, and running by <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span>, a little below it spreads to near two miles in breadth, it then forms a bay to the south, which with the lake below makes a peninsula of what they call <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Birte Island</span>, and a little further on the opposite <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> a bay is formed by the river which comes from about <span class="pn">Tully</span>: below this is Inch (Island), a high ground which covers all this bay to the point on which <span class="pn">Rathmullen</span> stands, where there is a ferry from <span class="pn">Fawn</span> about a league over, in passing of which last month a boat was oversett, and almost all the people thirteen or fourteen were drowned: it then takes a pretty direct course to the sea, being all the way about two miles broad; and it is a very pleasant lake. I walked out on the banks of it towards the sea,

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and in the way came to the Church, where there is a very old Cross, an oblong-square stone with a Cross work'd on it in <span class="term" title="(French) ">Bas relief</span> and many ornaments round it, there was also a Cross before the churchyard. I then came to a well called St. Mary's well; they have a religious regard for it, and it is arch'd over. A little beyond this is a slaty rock, which opens on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> and is very curiously shaped in most of the members of Architecture. I brought away a piece which forms on each side a different <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘compleat’ (%) Anon">complete</span> Cornish; this I take to be owing to the rock on which this slate is formed, as it is supposed to be under that head of natural productions, which is formed by incrustation; and it is not at improbable that the several members of Architecture were taken from some such natural formations in the earth. There is an account in History, that <span class="ps">St. Patrick</span> was at this place, and crossed over to <span class="pn">Rathmullen</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4829">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4829">20.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-14">14th</span> I set out to go round <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ennishowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span> and came in two miles to the strand, where I saw people at work with wooden shovels, in turning up the sand, as the sea left the strand, and enquiring what they were about, they told me they were catching sand eeles; I observ'd that the moment the wave leaves the sand, they run in the shovel, and turn up the sand and the fish are taken; they are about 4 or 5 inches long, very small for their length, are made like a whiteing and they say are very good: We came to <span class="pn">Burn Cranmer</span> a village of one Street on a little height over the sea, between two rivlets, one of which gives name to the place, Burn signifying a rivlet. Here <span class="ps">Mr. Vaughan</span> endeavoured to establish a linnen manufacture and erected buildings for that purpose, but the people breaking, his design came to nothing. A little beyond the village <span class="ps">Mr. Vaughan</span> has a house pleasantly

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situated, with fine fields and plantations about it. I went on towards <span class="pn">Desert Egnè</span> and passed by the old church, there being a chapel below for divine service. From this place we ascended still higher and found all bog and heath, and passing two or three hills, we crossed a river, which I suppose is that in <span class="ps" title="Sir William Petty">Petty</span> called <span class="pn" title="river">Owen Kirk</span>, and even here the herdsmen who keep the cattle have two or three acres under corn, gained out of the heath and morass. On a height near <span class="pn">Desert Egni</span> I observed some stones set up an end as in a circle round a single stone, like those in <span class="pn" title="region">Cornwall</span>.</p><p>We had high rocky mountains to the north, the barriers against the northern ocean, and going over a high hill, came to the country called from the parish <span class="pn">Clanmany</span>, a very rough spot of ground, but surprizingly improved, where ever a plough and spade can work: Coming to a rivlet which runs into a bay, I saw a road which leads to <span class="pn">Bigny</span> a hamlet to the north west of the point made by these hills; we went on and came to the <span class="pn">Strand Strabeghy</span> (the deceitful Strand) by reason that it is full of holes and difficult to pass. I was too late and was obliged to go all round it, having been directed this way in hopes of getting the strand; for otherwise the short way is directly across the mountain by <span class="pn">Carne</span>, which road they told me was not very good. The way was on the south and east side of the strand and crossing a rivlet at the east end of it on a bridge, I came into that peninsula which is called <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Malin</span>: The morass to the east is called <span class="frn" title="‘mónaigh réalta’ (Irish)">Monei reilta</span> (the starry bog) for there being several holes in it full of water it appears in a moonshiny night like stars, which may serve as an instance of the significancy of Irish names, which commonly are descriptive of the Place. We went westward near the Strand and turning to the north passed by 

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an old church called <span class="pn" title="church">Malin Church</span>, where they say there was a Convent, and going over two hills I came to what they call <span class="pn" title="well">Malin Well</span>, which is the most northern point of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> in the degree of 55.19. They told me they had not above two hours night in which they could not read in the longest days, and that the sun was excessively hot in summer. This is farther north than ever I was before: Coming near the sea cliff I look'd for the house I was going to, and could see none, but came to a passage down the cliff where I found the house on the beach under the rocks, and enquiring for the well, they showed me a hollow under a rock at the south end of a high small rocky Island, which at low water is a peninsula: Here people bathe with great success, the water being very salt, as not mixed with the fresh. And the Roman Catholicks plunge in with superstitious notions that the water receives some virtue from the Saint (Terence Marialla) who lived in a cave in the rock of the cliff, where poor people lodge, who come for cure. The house for accomodation is exceeding bad. There is a high beach of pebbles which are esteemed the best in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, except those of a port to the north of <span class="pn">Green Castle</span>. They are mostly Jaspar, some jaspar Agates, Cornelian and Agates; and I met with one which seems to be Chalcedony. I had a letter to <span class="ps">Mr. Harvey</span> within a mile of the wells, which I sent to him, and soon followed, and met with a most hospitable reception: they presented me with several curious pebbles and a very curious crab dryed, the legs of which are mark'd with winding lines that are white; and from the variegated colour 'tis supposed that it has obtained the name of the Highlander; they are exceeding scarce, and it may be they do not meet with one in seven years. I observ'd a fine square head of land to the west called <span class="pn">Malin Arde</span>, which

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is under corn and appears very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>, being a peninsula: To the east are very high rocks, where there are eagles which frequently carry off lambs; and a man being let down by ropes to the nest of one of them, in which he found eggs, he met also with a salmon and a Breme; the former swimming in shallow water might easily be taken, but the Breme keeping deep in the sea must have been supposed to have been thrown up. The fishermen observe an extraordinary thing here, that if they find a stone in the cod fish that it is a certain sign of an approaching storm, and it is supposed they swallow it in order to sink themselves to the bottom of the sea, that they may not be dashed against the rocks, as they frequently are, and are taken up dead sometimes in great numbers; It is supposed also that they have a power of disgorging the stone.</p><a name="entry.d39976e4929">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e4929">21.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-15">15th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Harvey</span> sent his man with me to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Coledaff’ (%) Anon">Culdaff</span></span>: passing the bridge which I came over to this country. I observed a fine habitation over the sea to the north east, <span class="ps">Mr. Donorty</span>'s called <span class="pn">Catridge</span>. In five miles we came to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Coledaff’ (%) Anon">Culdaff</span></span>, where there is a church, and Mrs. Young has a good house with a plantation of trees about it. We soon passed by <span class="pn">Redfort</span> the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Elwood</span> Minister of the place, which probably had its name from a red vein of soil about this place; I observed an Island at the north east point and saw <span class="pn" title="church">Clonkan Church</span> to the south west, which is the Parish Church of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mallin’ (%) Anon">Malin</span></span>: We had an unpleasant road across the mountains to the south east, and came to the rivlet, which runs along a valley that meets another which ends in the bay of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clanmeny’ (%) Anon">Clanmany</span></span>, that I had pass'd and going eastward three miles, came to the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough of Derry</span> near <span class="pn" title="parish">Moville Parish</span> where <span class="ps">Mr. O'Neal</span> has a house pleasantly situated, and I went two miles to the north along the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> to <span class="pn">Green Castle</span> where I dined. I went to see the

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fine old Castle, built on a rock, the entrance is defended by two towers, where the chief apartments were; the north end is also defended by towers and it is a strong and delightful situation, it was the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘strenght’ (%) Anon">strength</span> of the O'Donorty's, the last of which family going to <span class="pn" title="city">London</span> to <span class="ps">Queen Eliza.</span> was Knighted; but afterwards being in rebellion, his estate which was all <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ennishowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span></span> was forfeited, most part of which now belongs to the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span></span>; this Castle may have its name from the green fire stone it is built of: A quarter of a mile from it is a chapel which seemed to have been built with pinnacles and with large windows, and is very uncommon in this country. This is the passage of two miles from the opposite point of <span class="pn">Magilligan</span>, near which I had passed before from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Colerain’ (%) Anon">Coleraine</span></span>. I set out southward and came in five miles to <span class="pn">Redcastle</span>, where <span class="ps">Mr. Carew</span> has a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> house near the sea. I went two miles further to <span class="pn">White Castle</span> and two to <span class="pn">Turn</span>, near which the direct road from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mallin’ (%) Anon">Malin</span></span> comes in, which it is said is through a most pleasant vale, in which I suppose the river runs, that is placed in the large map of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> near <span class="pn">White Castle</span>. I came five miles to <span class="pn">Muff</span>, where the poor Inns were all full, being the market day of <span class="pn">Derry</span>, from which it is five miles distant. So I sent to <span class="ps">Mr. Hart</span> half a mile from the town, a pleasant situation near the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough of Derry</span>, brother of <span class="ps">Alderman Hart</span>, who has been Lord Mayor of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, <sup id="fnref:35.footnotes">35<a href="#fn:35.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> who sent me a welcome and his son received me, as the father was gone to repose.</p><a name="entry.d39976e5132">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e5132">22.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-16">16th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Hart</span> treated me with great civility, invited me to spend the day, and sent his son <span class="ps">Captain Hart</span>

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to show me the neat Chapel of <span class="pn">Muff</span>, and a pleasant view from a hill, from which among other things I saw <span class="pn" title="church">Culmore Church</span>: He accompanied me with great civility as far as the strand which crosses to <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Birt</span>. I crossed that strand the southern side of which is bad, enter'd on it, two miles from <span class="pn">Fatham</span> or <span class="pn">Fawn</span> <span class="ps">Dr. Ledwich</span>es. On the other side of the Strand is a large Meeting house to which there was a great concourse of people from all parts being the Fast day before the Sacrament, and they had a sermon, to which they come fasting and afterwards take their repast. I went on three miles and passed by <span class="ps">Mr. Forwood</span>'s, having had a view of the fine hill of <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Birte</span> a peninsula called an Island, on the top of which are the remains of an old round Tower; this is part of <span class="ps">Mr. Forwood</span>'s estate: a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> mile further brought us to <span class="pn">Newtown Cunningham</span>, the estate of <span class="ps">Mr. Hamilton</span>, where his brother the Curate now lives, they are sons of <span class="ps">Archdeacon Hamilton</span>, who formerly lived here, he is a very fine old Gentleman between 80 and 90, I dined here and came to the top of a high hill, by an easy ascent, from which there was a most glorious view of all <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Swilly</span> seen behind three or four heads of land which lock in and divide it in a most beautiful manner; to the south west we had a view up the river <span class="pn" title="river">Swilly</span> beyond <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span>, a very fine vale to the south, the Country of <span class="pn">Manor Cunningham</span> and some adjacent villages, as an Amphitheater, encompassed with hills well improved, rising gently over one another to a considerable height, on the other side of which is <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rapho’ (%) Anon">Raphoe</span></span>. I came to <span class="pn">Manor Cunningham</span> three miles from <span class="pn">Newtown</span>. It is a large village; I went a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond it to the Charter School of <span class="pn">Ray</span> founded by <span class="ps">Dr. Foster late Bishop of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rapho’ (%) Anon">Raphoe</span></span></span> on 22 acres of land given by <span class="ps">John Leslie Esqr.</span> at a small rent, and 2 in perpetuity without rent, for 20 boys and 20 girls. I went on five miles westward to <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span>; nothing can 

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be imagined more <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> than the winding of the <span class="pn" title="river">Swilly</span> and several streams running into it, all at that time full with the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span>: The view of <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span> of <span class="ps">Mr. Spaw</span>'s house beyond it and opposite to it <span class="ps">Captain Chambers</span> and above it <span class="ps">Major Stafford</span>'s page to <span class="ps">King James <span class="gn">the 2d.</span></span>, who has been some time dead, add greatly to the beauty of the prospect. <sup id="fnref:36.footnotes">36<a href="#fn:36.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p>This high ground on each side the river being most like the fine views on the <span class="pn">Aire</span> in <span class="pn">Yorkshire</span>. At <span class="pn">Newtown Cunningham</span> I came into the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Raphoe</span> and the Diocese of that name; the Barony of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Enishowen’ (%) Anon">Inishowen</span> being in the Diocese of <span class="pn" title="diocese">Derry</span>. I was informed that the place of residence of the Bishop of Derry was first at <span class="pn">Newtownstewart</span> and then at <span class="pn">Marra</span>, they had no Episcopal house at <span class="pn" title="diocese">Derry</span>, till Bishop King purchased the present house of the Normans by the lease of <span class="pn">Fawn</span> which they now enjoy. Nor could I be certainly informed that there was ever any Cathedral Church at <span class="pn" title="diocese">Derry</span>, and the present seems not to be properly a Cathedral, but only made use of by the Bishop and Chapter, the parish belonging to the Deanery, as most of the parishes do near Derry.—<span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span> seems to have its name, as some other places from being the grant or letter to one of the name of Kenny, so in <span class="pn">Boyhlagh Letter</span>—McWard was probably granted by patent or Letter it may be from the head of a clan to a family of the name of <span class="on" title="family">McWard</span>—<span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span> is more <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> in prospect than when one enters it, consisting of one Street meanly built, with gardens behind the houses: and there are remains of an old Square Castle. The chief trade of the town consists of shops to furnish the country to the north, and a market for oats and Barley, wheat, some yarn and flax.</p><a name="entry.d39976e5387">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e5387">23.</h2><p>We here 

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enter'd the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Kilmacrenan</span>, and I was detained all the morning of the <span class="date" title="1752-07-17">17th</span> by rain. In the afternoon I cross'd for five miles over two hills excessive bad roads to <span class="pn" title="village">Kilmacrenan</span>, on the road I saw a new kind of round fort, common here, made of loose stones well put together<span class="sup" title="By Beatrix Färber ">:</span> the walls are ten feet thick and about eight high encompassed with a fosse and about seventeen yards in Diameter within. <span class="pn" title="village">Kilmacrenan</span> is a very poor village on a river called <span class="pn" title="river">Gannon</span>, which runs through rocks beautifully adorned with trees; and all over the Country there is an agreeable variety of Hills, Rocks, Wood and Cornfields. The church is thought to be part of an old Convent of Minorets founded by <span class="ps" title="O'Donnell">O'Donnel</span>; over the door is a relief of a mitred head. We here came to the fine new road which is making from <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span> to the north west point of this Barony chiefly carried on under the direction of <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span> of <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span>: It leads over a very high hill, on which there is a fine lake call'd <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Farne</span> which is about a mile long and a quarter of a mile broad, the new road being carried on three sides of it, and the hills rise above it all round being very high to the south, and on this side is the extraordinary old road, which seems to have been very difficult as well as <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘frightfull’ (%) Anon">frightful</span> to the traveller, being over a precipice with the deep lake directly under it: To the right of the passage down to <span class="pn">Doe</span> is a small lake on the side of the hill into which this empties itself and from that the river runs down into the sea. To the East coming up to this lake, I saw another about a mile in circumference it is called <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Castle Culane</span>. Going up the low hills to the north of the lake, I was extremely <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘surprized’ (%) Anon">surprised</span> at the view of the Country, consisting below of a great number of small Loughs, in a healthy country and some spots of corn to the north and east, two bays winding in and forming several strands for some miles, many 

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of them appearing when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> is in like serpentine rivers, not without many spots of corn and wood. The countries here are distinguished by general names, probably the old names of the clans, by which they are now called and also by the names of the parishes which have generally the same bounds. As the country to the East comprehending the parish of <span class="pn" title="parish">Clandevadoge</span> is called <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fanet’ (%) Anon">Fanad</span>, a parish finely bounded by the sea, by <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Swilley’ (%) Anon">Lough Swilly</span> by the bays and Strands, which are formed by the sea, which comes in at an opening between this and a division to the westward, call'd <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rosquil’ (%) Anon">Rosguill</span></span> named by the <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Boyne</span></span> whose estate it was <span class="pn">Rosapenna</span> and now belongs to <span class="ps">Mr. Clements</span>. This opening is mark'd in the map of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> by the name of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Mullroy</span>, and by a river in <span class="ps" title="Sir William Petty">Petty</span>'s map, but neither of them show the large bays and strands which are formed by this <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘inlett’ (%) Anon">inlet</span>. <span class="ps">Dr. Bedford</span> lives in that parish, which tho' hilly is all under corn, and it is a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘delightfull’ (%) Anon">delightful</span> retirement. This clergyman is greatly regarded by the people, to whom he is a father, and there being plenty of corn, he has put them in a way of exporting it, by freighting a ship and advises them in everything for their interest. <span class="pn">Rosaquill</span> is another head of land, the parish if I mistake not, is called <span class="pn" title="parish">Carrigart</span> the church of which is just opposite to Rosapenna house. The next division is <span class="pn">Doe</span>, divided from this by another bay, which is called <span class="pn" title="bay">Ship haven</span>, this is the parish of <span class="pn" title="parish"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clauda hurky’ (%) Anon">Claudahurky</span></span>; taking in <span class="pn">Ards</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span>'s and <span class="pn">Horn Head</span> Captain Stewart's. The fourth part is <span class="pn">Clohaheny</span>, which takes in all the country to the west, as far as that which is called <span class="pn" title="region">the Rosses</span>, and has in it the Parishes of <span class="pn" title="parish">Ray</span> and <span class="pn" title="parish">Tullaghobegly</span>, of all which I shall be more particular, when I passe thro' them as I determine on this most romantick prospect of these countries. I returned to <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e5552">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e5552">24.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-18">18th</span> I set out for that country by a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘diferent’ (%) Anon">different</span> way,

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going towards <span class="pn">Tully</span> in a road about half a mile distant from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Swilly</span> and passed by a fort of the same kind as the other called <span class="pn">Lis Ballyart</span>, the walls of which are twelve feet thick, the diameter within twenty two paces, the fossee fourteen and the rampart is eight broad; I observed that the houses are built with sods, supported within by a wooden frame, which the poor people sometimes leave with their effects, when the collector of the hearth money approaches: The <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘roof’ by BF">roofs</span> indeed of all their cabins are built with stone and clay, are fixt on wooden posts within the wall, which is not strong enough to support the roof. I came to <span class="pn">Tully</span> consisting only of a few poor scatter'd houses and an Iron work, there being Iron mines at <span class="pn">Lismonokan</span>, about a mile west of <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span>, and at <span class="pn">Pluck</span> two miles from it. We had seen <span class="pn" title="town">Rathmellan</span> a mile to the East a small town at the south west corner of the bay, on which <span class="pn" title="town">Rathmellan</span> stands opposite to <span class="pn">Fawn</span> where <span class="ps">Dr. Ledwich</span> lives. I was informed that there are remains of an old Convent here called <span class="pn">Kilodonogh</span> which is probably the Convent of <span class="on" title="order">Franciscans</span> called by <span class="ps" title="James Ware">Ware</span> <span class="pn">Kilodonel</span>. We went on and crossed the river <span class="pn" title="river">Gannon</span> which runs through <span class="pn">Kilmacrenan</span>, and between the same <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> rocks and trees, which are seen all over the country, especially about <span class="ps">Mr. Grove</span>'s at <span class="pn">Balymoyle</span> to the south, with an agreeable variety of corn fields. Over this seat is a fort of the same kind as the others called <span class="pn">Lis Brunhal</span>, and in the country below are four small Loughs. A little beyond <span class="pn">Tully</span> to the west is <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Ferne</span> above a mile long, and winding round the north end of it there are at that end two or three small Islands in it. In two or three miles from <span class="pn">Tully</span> we came to a village call'd <span class="pn" title="village">Berenenalagah</span>: From this place for three miles to <span class="pn">Cranford</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mrs. Cunningham</span> the road was most pleasant, being in the sight of a wood and by the edge of it. We 

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descended towards it and came to <span class="pn" title="bay">Brinian Bay</span>, a strand, which winds round from the great strand to the west of <span class="pn">Clandevadoge</span>, and is formed by the inlet of the sea between <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rosquil’ (%) Anon">Rosguill</span></span> and <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fanet’ (%) Anon">Fanad</span></span>: we crossed the river which falls into it at the west end, and went along this Strand at the edge of a wood which covers the hill, and from this place between woods and rocks and other strands two computed miles to <span class="pn">Cranford</span> <span class="ps">Mrs. Cunningham</span>'s, a most exceeding pleasant ride: Afterwards we <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> by the great Strand, the bay appearing like a large Lake and saw <span class="pn">Rosurkils</span> and near it the Church of <span class="pn">Clandevadoge</span>, the country to the west being rough; we passed by several <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> strands, saw some ruined salt pans and works for <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘boyling’ (%) Anon">boiling</span> the salt, and came near the Church of <span class="pn">Carrigart</span>, which is the parish in the division of <span class="pn">Rosapenna</span> or <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rosquil’ (%) Anon">Rosguill</span></span>; and passing the end of the strand on which Rosapenna house stands, I dined on the west side of it: Here I observed a long sort of sea weed, much like a rush peeled for lights and pretty long, the call it Raff, I found it five or six yards long and growing to a stone: They say, it is sometimes twenty yards long and that it twines round people in the water to such a degree, that it often occasions drowning: We went on mostly through sands banks, which are rabbit warrens and came near the strand, which from the opening to the west of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Rosquil’ (%) Anon">Rosguill</span></span> forms a bay, that extends first to the south and then to the west beyond the <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle of Doe</span>. We came opposite to <span class="pn">Ards</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span>'s seat a fine plantation and afterwards to the <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle of Doe</span>, to which we might have crossed, if the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> had been out; but were obliged to go above a mile farther, and came into the new road from <span class="pn" title="town">Letterkenny</span> and <span class="pn">Salt Hill</span> and turned to the north. I here observed a stone, which appear'd like a slaty grey marble, but they told me that it is not a lime stone, it is formed

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like the slate at <span class="pn">Fawn</span> in the form of several members of Architecture. We passed a river on a bridge which rises from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Vah</span>, a Lake in a very Romantick vale, called <span class="pn" title="glen"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Glenveagh(?)’ Anon">Glysivah</span></span> which is to the south of the mountain called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Muckish</span> judged to be one of the highest in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. Coming near the west end of the Strand, on which the <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle of Doe</span> is built, I saw a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> fall of water which descends from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Meur</span>; and going northward I passed by a chapel of ease to <span class="pn">Clonharkurky</span> church, and a little beyond it a remarkable fort on a high rocky hill, of the same kind as the other walled forts, which is called <span class="pn" title="fort">Lismore</span> (the great fort) and passing over a bridge observed a rivlet falling in <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> Maeanders into the sea. Half a mile farther we came to the new Church which is now building for this Parish, with rustick Quoin stones of grey marble, which they have near <span class="pn">Dunfanahy</span>, and the upper members of a basement round the church, the design is a Venetian window at the end, and four windows on the south side, the frames of, which are to be of the same marble: It is a very fine situation, and the ornamental part is very much to the honour of the Gentleman who is to be at the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘expence’ (%) Anon">expense</span> of it, <span class="ps">Dr. Obins</span>, late fellow of <span class="on" title="university">Trinity College</span>, the minister of this place. We descended down to <span class="pn" title="lough">Jeshiah Lough</span>, about two miles in circumference with a small Island in the middle, but it is one of the finest Lakes I ever beheld; the beauty of it chiefly consists in the hills, that are to the south side of it which rise gently from the middle of one side of the Lake and are covered with wood, on each side of which the ground is bolder and affords a most agreeable variety of rock and wood. We then soon came on the strand and turning westward, arrived in less than a mile at a very poor small town called <span class="pn">Dunfanahy</span> on a small creek in this great Bay, 

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which is made by an inlet of the sea to the East of <span class="pn">Horn Head</span>; I found I could get no sort of accommodation here, and so sent a note to <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span> at the west end of the bay, who returned a Welcome in answer; I went and took up my quarters at his house. As soon as I was set down to supper a messenger came to me from <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span> six miles with a letter in which he informed me, that hearing I had passed and knowing there was no accommodation at the place, he desired me to come the next day to his house and that on Monday he would ride with me and show me the curiosities of the Country.</p><a name="entry.d39976e5829">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e5829">25.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-19">19th</span> I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> with the family to Church and preached, met <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span> and family there, who came and dined at <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span>'s. This Gentleman's house is situated on the side of the hill over the bay, which extends to the north east and makes <span class="pn">Horn Head</span>; the house is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortifyed’ (%) Anon">fortified</span> in some manner, and stood a siege against a privateer's crew in the wars at the beginning of this century; there is a bay on the main sea to the north west, called <span class="pn" title="bay">Trahemore</span> (the great Strand) between that and the other strand is a great bank and hillocks of sand, which gain on the ground to the east, this and some ground bordering on it, make a very large warren belong to <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span>, of which he makes about £500 a year, killing commonly 14 or 1500 dozen in a year, the skins of which he sells for about nine shillings a dozen, and the flesh for six pence a dozen. In the evening we <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> across it to the bay, on each side of which the rocks are very fine, the beach consists of large pebbles, and finding ridges of them farther from the sea under the sand, they conclude that the sea looses here. We went to the north west side of the bay to the sea cliffs, to see that great curiosity <span class="pn">Mac Suines Gun</span>. The cliffs about 100 feet high form a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> triangular creek

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at the bottom of which is a hole in the rock like a large arch, it may be fifty feet wide, this may go in about thirty feet, and over it is an opening which is irregular, but at the top forms a triangle it may be fifteen feet on one side and thirty on the two others; on the arch mentioned on the outside we saw the waves roll in, and filling the hole, they tumbled back with a great noise, 'tho it was a very fine calm evening; but in stormy weather when the waves are drove in with great violence, and one succeeding another very quick, the water is forced up to the top with the very stones, and sometimes with such force that it forms a jetteau in a large body rising very high, some said, a height hardly to be believed, but probably an hundred feet, the wind blowing the water with great force over the land, so as that there is no standing against it, not only on account of the water, but likewise of the stones which it throws up. From this I went over the stony ground, in which the stones are laid along in rows in many places as for bounds, but in some places so near to one another, that I concluded many of them were pickt up by the herdsmen to clear the ground. The rocks at <span class="pn">Horn Head</span> are very high, and it is a curious sight to see the birds when they are breeding; being much like that of the <span class="pn" title="island">Isle of Wight</span>; they are of three sorts, the Puffin about as big as a partridge, called also Coulterneb, they have a parrot's bill: the Razor bill or Auk, as big as a Pheasant, with a parrot bill likewise: the Furun with a sharpe picked bill; on the strands they have a seapye with a red bill and legs, which lays in the rocks on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> and does not go into the sea, and I was informed that Curlieus lay in the rocks of inland mountains: Passing through the water over a strand, I was made to observe that the birds follow'd the horses, and dived down where 'ere

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they had trod, which is to take up the sandeeles, and other small fish that are pressed out of the sand by the feet of the horses. I went to see the marble quarry near <span class="pn">Dunfanahy</span>, it is a white marble with some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘blewish’ (%) Anon">bluish</span> veins, the bed may be about six or seven feet thick, in which there is one layer near three feet thick, of much better marble than the rest: It <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lyes’ (%) Anon">lies</span> in a large patch from the mountain to the sea, where a stream spreads itself from the mountain; by the look of it and by the manner in which the bed <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lyes’ (%) Anon">lies</span>, I concluded it to be an Alabaster made by the running of the water which brings the fine particles of the stone that unite and form the Alabaster as in the Stalactites; asking the quarriers whether it was an Alabaster, they said it was not, but a lime stone, which I imputed to their ignorance, if so be that Alabaster will burn to lime, as if I mistake not, it does. Going from church in the morning I observed a circumstance, which added to the Romantic view of the mountains to the south: In the side of one of them a sort of Amphitheatre is formed in the rock; here I saw several hundred people spread all over that plain spot and the priest celebrating Mass under the rock, on an altar made of loose stones, and tho' it was half a mile distant, I observed his Pontifical vestment with a black cross on it; for in all this country for sixty miles west and south as far as <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span>, they celebrate in the open air, in the fields or on the mountains; the Papists being so few and poor, that they will not be at the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘expence’ (%) Anon">expense</span> of a public building.</p><a name="entry.d39976e5911">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e5911">26.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-20">20th</span> I went with this family by invitation five or six miles to the south-east to <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span>'s and saw in the way <span class="pn" title="castle">Doe Castle</span>, it is a fine square turret of five stories and near sixty feet high, it is encompassed with an inner Wall and Turrets and with a second almost all round. This 

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was the strength of the <span class="on" title="family"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Mac Sweeneys’ Anon">MacSwines</span></span>, who were masters of this Country; and after the wars the head of them being offered part of his lands, as they say, refused them, unless he had all, and the books being shut he lost all. Near this Castle are some small remains of a Convent of Minorites, which must be that Monastery called by the Historians <span class="pn" title="monastery">Baley MacSuine</span> near <span class="pn">Doe</span>: They also mention another called <span class="pn">Beleaghan</span>, which I could not hear of, no more than of <span class="pn" title="abbey"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Muchish’ (%) Anon">Muckish Abbey</span></span> put down in the Maps. To the north of this, is what they call the Marble rock, it is a bad white, with large spots of a sort of Ash-colour: what they have raised does not polish well, but if they dug deeper, they might probably find a better vein; it is a very uncommon marble. I went on to <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span>'s called <span class="pn" title="peninsula"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardes’ (%) Anon">Ards</span></span>, on a rising ground on the north side of the bay, which is formed by an inlet of the sea, half a mile to the east of it, the gardens are on the descent to the bay, that forms a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> basin before the house, which is well shelter'd not only by the hills to the north, but by the fine plantations about it, and from those hills there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> prospect of the sea, and of the Country and the bays that are near, here I saw Melons ripe, and fruit in great perfection. This gentleman is married to a daughter of <span class="ps">Archdeacon Hamilton</span> mentioned before who in the troubles went to Magdalen College in Oxford, and is above eighty years old with all his senses and understanding in great perfection: To the publick spirit and activity of <span class="ps">Mr. Wray</span> those fine roads are owing, which are made over Lough Salt Mountain and in other parts, laid out so as to be finished in about seven years: by allotting such a measure of road yearly to each house, according to the value of the land they hold: they are twenty one feet broad, with a margin on each side of green turf about

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two feet wide; they are first raised with the earth that is thrown up to make a fossee on each side, then they lay a coat of broken quarry stone; on that some earth and then gravel at top. These roads considering the cheapness of carriage on <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> truckles drawn by one horse, almost answer the end of water carriage, for they will draw a hogshead of wine, or anything not exceeding 600 lb. weight and one man will attend three or four of them; they commonly feed their horses on the grass they find in the road, so that they will carry a hundred and fifty miles for about three shillings a hundred.</p><a name="entry.d39976e5984">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e5984">27.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-21">21st</span> I took leave and with <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span>'s family went three miles beyond his house to the west to <span class="pn">Ray</span> to the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Hartley</span> the Minister who had invited us to dine with him. <span class="ps">Mr. Babington</span> who met us on the road, went with me in the way to see the marble quarry. At the Church at <span class="pn">Ray</span> is a very curious old Cross broken in pieces. I here met young <span class="ps">Mr. Orphilts</span> a very accomplished young Gentleman, married to another daughter of <span class="ps">Archdeacon Hamilton</span>, he carried me half a mile to his father's house, where I lay, walking out to the sea side, they here thatch with a course grass called bent, with which also they make cords.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6032">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6032">28.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-22">22d.</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Orphilts</span> went with me a mile to <span class="ps">Mr. MacSuine</span>'s, where I set out with two hired men and horses to carry my provisions, as well as to show me the way; there are no more gentlemen to the west nor to the south for near thirty miles, till one comes to <span class="pn">Eniskeel</span>: <span class="ps">Mr. Orphilt</span> accompanied me some way farther, but whilst I was waiting in the last place, a large Eagle flew directly over the yard and the fowl came all running towards us, and making a noise, from which I judged that they were alarmed by the noise of the eagle's wings when he flies.</p><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.63" id="pb.63"> p.63</span><p>They have in these parts two doors to their <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cabbins’ (%) Anon">cabins</span>, keeping one only open on the side that is not expos'd to the wind, as they have no light commonly, but by the door. In all these parts the drinking of Whisky very much prevails, they call it in Irish <span class="frn" title="‘uisce beatha’ (Irish)">Usquebaugh</span>, which is I suppose the general name for Spirits, as Arraki is in the east, so the eastern Spirit is called Arrack, as the spirit for which <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> is famous is called <span class="frn" title="‘uisce beatha’ (Irish)">Usquebaugh</span>. Whiskey is made of Barley, they also distill it from water press'd from potatoes after they are <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘boyled’ (%) Anon">boiled</span> to a mash, which they ferment with barme; they have a notion here that it is the wholsomest of spirits; tho' I have reason to think it is the worst of that kind; and has tended very much to debauch and corrupt the common people. We passed by a hamlet called <span class="pn">Ballinascagh</span>, where there is a very large stone of Granite so equally poised, that a man putting his shoulder to it, moves it very easily, after the manner of the rocking stones in <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cornwal’ (%) Anon">Cornwall</span></span>. I here saw the machine for twisting straw ropes, which has been thought to have been one of the Egyptian Hieroglyphics, in honour of the person who invented it, it is in this shape the straw is fixed to the top, it is held at the bottom and turn'd round there being a swivel at p. this <!--illustration follows--> instrument they call in Irish <span class="frn" title="‘cor shúgáin’ (Irish)">Corhougan</span>.</p><p>Going on farther I saw stones set up an end, seeming to be of that kind of monument which is seen in <span class="pn" title="region">Cornwall</span> and <span class="pn">Wales</span> call'd the Cromlech, of a large stone laid on three or four stones and are called ——. For three miles we went through a very rough road over the hill called <span class="pn">Crocheniniary</span>, having Morass to the south full of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> loughs and a rivlet to the west, which falls into the sea at <span class="pn" title="bay">Clanashour Bay</span> where there is a village. I observed at the top of the hill we passed some of the Grey Granite 

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extending from east to west mostly in two lines, which probably is the top of some bed of Granite, there being no other pieces about the hill, which rises much higher to the north: A mile further we saw a bay called <span class="pn">Olignio</span>, where there were some Cottages bordering on the bog, which we passed with some difficulty; being now come to the western <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span>; and having turn'd our faces to the south, we had another hill to the north called <span class="pn">Culsolich</span>, which is the hill that makes the north west point, we came to <span class="pn">Bolileneu</span>, where I sat down by a river and dined, having passed these bogs; some poor came about me and I bless God Almighty that I had to feed them! The Irish Grace was said. <span class="frn" title="(Irish)">Raghnakoude nrahan, agles da jesk ring Dieu erna Koub Mille; diring Dieu rockown re dering ren en ring er argoud, agus er argoron.</span> <sup id="fnref:37.footnotes">37<a href="#fn:37.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> In English thus, God blessed the five loaves and the two fishes and divided them among the five thousand; may the blessing of the Great King who made this distribution descend on us and our provision.</p><p>We went on half a mile to <span class="pn">Glashau</span>, here I observed a sort of ash coloured Granite, of which all the rocks are to the sea; and then travelled between sandy banks a quarter of a mile to Carig and about two miles to <span class="pn">Logniau</span> and a mile further to <span class="pn">Makery Clogher</span>, in half a mile came to a river and in a mile to <span class="pn">Nickart Wullery</span>, where I proposed to cross over the river <span class="pn" title="river">Slady</span> on the strand in a Curragh and to swim my horses. A Curragh is a very extraordinary boat, about seven feet long and three feet and a half wide, and about two feet and a half deep in this shape <!--illustration follows--> it is made of strong wicker, covered over with the raw hide of a horse or bullock. It is set up an end on the frame which is continued on each side as at .a .a in order to dry it when

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they take it out of the water, as they always do; I saw a woman carrying one to a Lough and two children following her, she paddled it along at the head, sometimes on one side, sometimes on the other, and when a puff of wind came she held up her gown for a sail. We cried out to her <span class="frn" title="‘bre´ ...’ (Irish)">Brahaskin</span> (well done) and she answered <span class="frn" title="‘maith go leor’ (Irish)">Maugiliore</span> (well enough). The horse that swims at the end of these is held with a bridle by one in the boat. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> was come in too far so I took my lodging in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cabbin’ (%) Anon">cabin</span> at the village, where the farmer told me I was the first that ever eat of his own provision in his house.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6168">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6168">29.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-23">23d.</span> I set forward and in less than a mile passed over the river <span class="pn" title="river">Slady</span> on a bridge, which runs beautifully down the rocks and here they have a salmon fishery, we now entered into the Country called <span class="pn" title="region">the Rosses</span>, or as I suppose the heads, <em>probably an old word derived from the Arabick Ross</em> a head or cape of Land, and it is the parish of <span class="pn" title="parish">Temple Croan</span>, here the rocks are of the same red Granite as that of Egypt, of which the Obelisks are made. We then went a mile and half and came to a Strand called <span class="pn" title="bay">Trakern Bay</span>, and in a mile more to <span class="pn" title="bay">Molah Durack</span> and in two miles to strand <span class="pn" title="bay">Bernientileh</span>, having all the way a most agreeable variety of Strand, rocks and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Loughs and views of Strands or Bays, with rocky Islands in them. We had also Islands in the seas all along on this coast—a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther south is <span class="pn">Colain</span>, then <span class="pn">Ennisboy</span>, farther south <span class="pn">Enisurnak</span> and then <span class="pn">Enniskoul</span> left dry by the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span>, here I was to have crossed over: The mountains from <span class="pn">Doe</span> westward are <span class="pn" title="mountain">Muckish</span>, <span class="pn" title="mountain">Iacca</span>, <span class="pn" title="mountain">Altam</span>, behind which is <span class="pn" title="glen"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Glyn Vah’ (%) Anon">Glenveagh</span></span>, then <span class="pn" title="mountain">Mulock</span>, then <span class="pn" title="mountain"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Argile’ (%) Anon">Errigal</span></span>, a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> pointed mountain the highest of all, as some think, and the top when seen above some hills appeared like the great Pyramid: Then <span class="pn" title="mountain"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Slea Snaiteh’ (%) Anon">Slieve Snaghta</span></span> (snow mountain): And the low chain of hills running

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west of these and to the south are called <span class="pn" title="hill range">Carantricanah</span>. Having passed the Strand we came to <span class="pn">Kedu</span>, and had in our view to the left a long <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> Lough called <span class="pn" title="lough">Wellan</span>, appearing like a serpentine river. We passed by <span class="pn" title="church">Temple Crowan Church</span>, which is a mean low, thatched building; this Living of £80 a year is in dispute and is lapsed to the Crown, and is most desolate and I may say uninhabited part in the world. We came on to a boggy part of the Country, and having past some difficult places, the guide desired me to walk a short way to <span class="pn">Glasbegginmill</span> and went in search of a good pass but could not find any and was obliged to come back and go in the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘comon’ (%) Anon">common</span> way near a rivlet which turns that Mill, which I passed with great difficulty on foot; I saw they were obliged to come to it; the Miller came to meet us, and I asked him if there was a door or a board to lay for the horses to pass; he said there was not; but the guide went to the mill and brought a board and an Oxes skin; so laying sods and heath the skin and the board on that, and sods on each side of it to keep the horses from slipping in, we cross'd on them safely, and passing on still over bog, when we came to any narrow passes, the horses leap'd them; And taking another guide we came to <span class="pn">Letter McWard</span>, a hamlet of three or four houses. I observed they chose to go on the edges of hanging grounds over rivlets or low places which are driest. We had this morning the <span class="pn" title="island">Isle of Arran</span> to the west, which is about two miles long and a mile broad, and some other Isles south of it, and passed the rivlet called <span class="pn">Cloghnehich</span> (The grey stone) on which there is held a yearly fair for Cattle: Before we came to <span class="pn">Letter McWard</span>, we went two miles on a Strand called <span class="pn" title="bay"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Trawenagh(?)’ Anon">Trianah</span></span> into which falls the river <span class="pn" title="river">Goninesh</span>. And when we had pass'd over the hill of 

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<span class="pn">Letter McWard</span> we came to a strand and the river <span class="pn" title="river">Gubarrow</span>, which is crossed in a Curragh and the horses are led in and swim across. This river rises to the North east and directly west is a high hill, on the side of which is <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Fin’ (%) Anon">Lough Finn</span></span>, out of this lake the river <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fin’ (%) Anon">Finn</span> rises: Then there is a chain of hills between that and the <span class="pn" title="lough">Swilly</span>: The mountain to the north of <span class="pn" title="river">Gubarrow</span> is called <span class="pn">Dirliaconnel</span>, then going north, follow <span class="pn">Croiveh</span>, <span class="pn">Craheh</span>, <span class="pn">Carvan Trianch</span> and <span class="pn">Bloody Farrel</span>. This country being entirely unknown I have been the more particular in relation to it, for my own satisfaction. From the Ferry I went westward along the Strand, and passed under an old Church called <span class="pn" title="church">Kilkenny</span>, a chapel of Ease to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Enniskeel’ (%) Anon">Inniskeel"</span></span>, a mile farther I came to a village called <span class="pn">Balyaristan</span>: and having a letter to <span class="ps">Mr. Stewart</span> the Minister of <span class="pn">Inniskeel</span> I came in two miles to his house, the first half on the strand and the remainder within the sand banks; opposite to it is a small Island called <span class="pn" title="island">Keel</span> or <span class="pn" title="island">Inniskeel</span> (Island Red) in which are two churches, about one the Protestants bury, and at the other the Papists; at low water they ride over to it. This Parish extends for near thirty miles from the western point as far as <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Fin’ (%) Anon">Lough Finn</span></span>; near that Lough there is a road from it to <span class="pn" title="town">Strabane</span>; and all that country on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fin’ (%) Anon">Finn</span></span> and the <span class="pn" title="lough">Swilly</span>, is called the <span class="pn" title="region"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Laggan’ (%) Anon">Lagan</span></span>. There is a voluntary division made of the parish for this turn, there being a chapel to the west served by a clergyman who has half the profits.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6378">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6378">30.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-24">24th</span> I set out in the afternoon and going along the strand for a mile, ascended the hill to the west and came to <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Kildairar</span>, and observed an Island in it, with a building on it; we then came to <span class="pn" title="bay"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Locrasmore bay’ (%) Anon">Loughros More Bay</span></span>, and to a bridge over the river <span class="pn" title="river">Oneck</span>, where there is a stone set up an end nine feet high, four broad and three thick, they call it <span class="ps" title="Finn MacCool: legendary">Fin McCoue</span>'s shoulder 

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stone, with which he used to divert himself by throwing it like a Quoit. We then went over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ardragh’ (%) Anon">Ardara</span></span> on a bridge and soon had <span class="pn" title="bay"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Locrasbeg bay’ (%) Anon">Loughros Beg Bay</span></span> to the west. There are three chains of mountains which run the length of the head of land, one on the Northern <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span>, another on the southern, and the third running along the middle of the country are called the mountains of <span class="pn">Boylagh</span>, from the half barony of that name; the other half barony of <span class="pn">Banagh</span> being to the south, we came to <span class="pn">Mugurry</span> on the entrance between the mountain in the middle, and passing several streams came to <span class="pn" title="mountain range"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mulmussack mountains’ (%) Anon">Mulmusog Mountains</span></span> mountains which are part in <span class="pn">Boylagh</span> and part in <span class="pn">Banagh</span> and at length to the long bog called <span class="pn" title="bog">Stragate Mountain</span>, over which there is a very good road made to a village call'd <span class="pn" title="village">Carrignabouhil</span> on a rivlet called <span class="pn" title="stream">Bougoshton</span> that falls into the <span class="pn" title="bay"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘bay of Killibegs’ (%) Anon">Bay of Killybegs</span></span>, at which place we arrived a very poor town or rather village, situated on the west side of the bay, about a mile from the sea, and from the north end of the bay; it is esteemed one of the finest harbours in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>: There is a narrow entrance to it, on the inside of which is an old Castle, and over it the foundations of another, call'd <span class="pn" title="castle">Cat-Castle</span>. At the lower Castle the East India ships when they came in during <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Queens Anns’ by BF"><span class="ps">Queen Anne</span>'s</span> war, planted a battery and another on the opposite side, and there is a height over the town, where they say, there was a Castle: There are a very few fishing boats here; but ships belonging to <span class="pn" title="town">Ballyshannon</span> Merchants come here and unload, having Warehouses for that purpose; <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Baleyshannon’ (%) Anon">Ballyshannon</span></span> being a bad harbour, by reason of a barr which hinders any ship of Burthen from coming into a safe place. To the west there is an open bay call'd <span class="pn" title="bay">Ti</span> or <span class="pn" title="bay">Tilcers</span>, where there is a curious cave, and beyond it at <span class="pn" title="mountain">Mount Sleavebag</span> there is a bed of Marble.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6481">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6481">31.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-25">25th</span>, 

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I set out for <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span>: In three miles we came to <span class="pn">Dinhonely</span> and a mile farther to <span class="pn" title="bay">Brocla's Bay</span>, on which there is a Castle; two streams fall into the bay of <span class="pn" title="bay"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘bay of Killibegs’ (%) Anon">Bay of Killybegs</span></span> and three into this. We had St. John's point to the south, where there is a hole like that called MacSuines Gun: There is also a large cave with a table in it, cut in the rock, which they call <span class="pn">Temple Sugan</span>. Three miles farther we came to <span class="pn" title="bay">Inver</span>, another large bay, where I observed a kind of granite lying loose in the bay of a light liver colour with large grains in it, of a kind of sparr. The country to the north is mostly <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> and well improved and particularly three miles farther about <span class="pn">Mount Charles</span> on the Bay into which the river of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span> falls: Here the country consists of small hills all covered with herbage or corn, and some wood to add to the beauty of it. The land running sometimes into the bay in such <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> hills, makes the view from <span class="pn">Mount Charles</span> which is almost all covered with wood one of the most delightful I ever saw. Three miles more brought us to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span> which stands on the east side of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Eask</span> that rises out of a Lough of that name three or four miles to the north west of the town. It is but a poor small town built almost all round a sort of triangular Green: There is an old Castle which had been improved into a good house with the help of some addition to it, particularly there is in it, a very well designed chimney piece in the style of Inigo Jones, but not executed in the best manner: It was the Castle of the <span class="on" title="family">O'Donnels</span> formerly Lords of this Country, and now belongs to <span class="ps">Sir Arthur Gore</span>; whose Grandfather lived in it. A quarter of a mile out of the town are the remains of an old Convent of Minorites, said to be founded by <span class="ps" title="Hugh Roe O'Donnell">Odo sirnamed <span class="an">Rufus</span> O'Donnel</span> in <span class="date" title="1473">1473</span> and that there was a good Library in it. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘cloyster’ (%) Anon">cloister</span> consists of small

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arches, supported by couplets of pillars on a basement: in one part are two narrow passages one over another, about four feet wide, ten long and seven high, which seem to be places for <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘depositeing’ (%) Anon">depositing</span> valuable effects in time of danger; the upper one is covered with stones laid along on the beams of stone that cross it, and the lower one with stones laid across on the walls, both exactly after the Egyptian manner; and in a building over it are plain marks of a regular Roman pediment tho' there had been some other building raised against it, which made me conclude that this was the remains of some very ancient building either converted into a Convent, or it may be new founded by <span class="ps" title="Hugh Roe O'Donnell">O'Donnel</span>. <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span> is a Corporation consisting chiefly if not altogether of out Burgesses. There is a way when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> is out to <span class="pn" title="town">Balintra</span> five miles off, but I went the inland way and struck out of the high road to the south east to go to the Caves called the <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Pulleins’ (%) Anon">Pullans</span></span> near <span class="ps">Colonel Hamilton</span>'s house a mile from <span class="pn" title="town">Balintra</span>, by which place I ought to have come instead of going chiefly along by a rivlet a very bad road for three miles: These caves are large and a rivlet runs at the bottom of them, goes under ground and afterwards comes out, but they were so overflowed that I could not go in. <span class="ps">Colonel Hamilton</span>'s is a fine plantation and a well improved estate. I came through <span class="pn" title="town">Balintra</span>, a very poor town, and in five miles more came by a very fine road to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ballishannon’ (%) Anon">Ballyshannon</span></span>, where <span class="ps">Mr. Conelly</span> being to make some short stay there was such a concourse of people, that the Inns were full; So I sent to <span class="ps">Mr. O'Neal the Minister</span> to accommodate me with a bed, which he did with great politeness. <span class="pn" title="town">Ballyshannon</span> is most delightfully situated near the mouth of the <span class="pn" title="river">Erne</span>, on the north side of it on a bold rising ground, this river rises in the County of {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} and forms that <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>

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lake which is known by the name of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Erne</span>, and perhaps exceeds any in the world for the beauty of Land round it, and of the Islands in it covered with wood. The mouth of this river is blocked up not only by sand, but by a ridge of rocks that cross it, above which there is a fine basin; above that is a shelf of rocks crossing the river which forms most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> cascades of water, that fall about fifteen feet which has a fine effect from the height under the church, as well as from the other side: and here is a famous salmon leap.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6651">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6651">32.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-26">26th</span> I walk'd to see it and met <span class="ps">Mr. Conolly</span>, who was pleased to take knowledge of me, and to desire me to <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyn’ (%) Anon">join</span>—and to go and dine with him at <span class="ps">Colonel Foliot</span>'s: We went to Church, where a dependent of <span class="ps">Mr. Conolly</span>'s preached before him, after church <span class="ps">Colonel Foliot</span> invited me to dine with him, and introduced me to <span class="ps">Lord Adam Gordon</span> brother to the Duke of Gordon, an officer of his Regiment, who is with him at his country house, and his Lordship took me with him in the Colonel's chaise; and we dined a large company at <span class="ps">Colonel Foliot</span>'s, who brought me back near two miles in his Chaise.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6706">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6706">33.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-27">27th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Oneal</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> with me to <span class="pn">Badeke</span> three miles where there is a fine hanging ground, wood, Islands and several cascades, altogether making a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> appearance; we <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> four miles further opposite to <span class="ps">Sir James Calwell</span>'s house, this gentleman has spent most of his time abroad, was <span class="term" title="(French) ">Aid de camp</span> in the Austrian service to <span class="ps">General Odonnel</span>, whose father dined with us yesterday, and they say is the head of that family descended from the Earl of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tyrconel’ (%) Anon">Tyrconnell</span></span> and tho' he has only leases, yet he is the head of the Roman Catholicks in this country, and has a great interest, is a sensible man, and well vested in the Irish History, both written and traditional: and it is said that <span class="ps">Sir James</span>

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being agreeable to the Empress was made a Count of the Empire, which title he does not take upon him. <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Erne</span> and the Islands appear very beautiful from this Hill, there being many considerable seats on it as at <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bel Turbet’ (%) Anon">Belturbet</span></span> Lord Lansborough's, Castle Hume, the seat of Loftus Hume, where there is a black marble with a brown cast and so not an agreeable black, but polishes pretty well; and many others. The Lough is divided into two parts the communication being by a narrow channel, on which stands the town of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Enniskilling’ (%) Anon">Enniskillen</span>. The road we were in is the way to <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Derg</span>, where is the famous place of pilgrimage, called <span class="pn">St. Patrick's Purgatory</span>. There is a good road as far as to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Pettigoe’ (%) Anon">Pettigo</span></span> where <span class="ps" title="Philip Skelton: author">Mr. Skelton</span> lives, who has lately wrote very well against Deism <sup id="fnref:38.footnotes">38<a href="#fn:38.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup>. 
<span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Derg</span> is three miles beyond it through a very rough road. I return'd and dined with <span class="ps">Colonel Murray</span> (who had come to see me in the morning) I dined in company with <span class="ps">Mr. Conolly</span>, and many others, this Gentleman is brother to <span class="ps" title="Lord Elibank">Lord Elebanck</span> and to <span class="ps">Mr. Murray</span> who made so much noise in the Parliament of the year <span class="date" title="1750">1750</span> and is Lieutenant Colonel of foot. I had also in the morning been to visit Mr. and <span class="ps">Mrs. Moore</span> and <span class="ps">Mr. Taylor</span> her brother, son to <span class="ps">Sir Thomas Taylor</span>, who with two four wheel'd Chaises were come from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Erne</span> and were going to <span class="pn">Giant's Causeway</span> &amp;c.: I walked in the even to see a cascade three quarters of a mile above the town: The river falls in a narrow channel between the rocks, and there is a descent for a great way, which makes the river very rapid. I observed in the rocks of Marble the <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Trochi</span>, <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Entrochi</span> and <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Asteriae</span>. I walked also down towards the mouth of the river on the east side to a house of <span class="ps">Lord Foliot</span> to whom this estate did belong, but descending to the Heirs General, it was sold to Mrs. Connelly: The house is particular as it is brick on the

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outside and stone within. The Ancestor of that Lord came over from <span class="pn" title="country">England</span> in office; and the Colonel and <span class="ps">Captain Foliot</span> are descended from Collateral branches. The Lime stone is seen here in many places on the surface of the ground, and the softer parts being worn away, it appears in many odd figures above ground. On the opposite side <span class="ps">Colonel Foliot</span>'s estate is well improved: Beyond it is <span class="pn" title="castle">Clary Castle</span>, the stronghold of that family who have since taken the name of Clark, and beyond that is a curious Grotto, the top of which appears like a fine Arch.</p><a name="entry.d39976e6904">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e6904">34.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-28">28th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Oneal</span> went out with me three miles to the south to see <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Melieri</span>, which to the south is bounded by the mountains in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Leitrim</span> and extends from the north east to the south west about eight miles and may be between two and three miles long; there are about half a dozen Islands in it covered with wood, a river runs into it from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Cane</span> which has a communication with <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Nilly</span>, and the water of it falls into the sea at <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bundroose’ (%) Anon">Bundrowes</span></span>, and all these waters are this way the bounds between <span class="pn" title="province">Ulster</span> and <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span> and between the Counties of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donnegal’ (%) Anon">Donegal</span></span> and <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span>. I went to take leave of <span class="ps">Mr. Connolly</span> and <span class="ps">Colonel Murray</span>, the former was not at home and I set out for <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span>, stopped on the other side of the river at <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bundrose’ (%) Anon">Bundrowes</span></span>, where there is a Castle on the river which comes out of the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lake Melvin</span>; Here I sat down in the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span> in <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span> and dined, the river being beautifully divided into four streams, by beds of pebbles on each of which are boxes to take salmon. In the road from <span class="pn">Ballihaven</span> in two miles I passed by <span class="pn" title="church">Finnah Church</span>, and then travelled two miles to the river <span class="pn" title="river">Drock</span>, at the mouth of which is a Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Bundrouch</span>, in half a mile we came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Duncarbery</span>, and in a mile more to the mannor of Ward-house belonging to <span class="ps">Mr.

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Gore</span> who has a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘jayl’ (%) Anon">jail</span> for Debtors for a certain sum. Half a mile further we came to a rivlet there being an opening to the south in the mountains called <span class="pn" title="stream">Glanedy</span>, through which there is a road to 
<span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bally-Hamilton’ (%) Anon">Ballyhamilton</span></span>. I observed beyond this a fine mountain called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Gartue</span>, which seemed to be detached from the rest, but when I came to the west of it, I saw it <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> on to them: beyond this is the most beautiful mountain I ever beheld, called <span class="pn" title="mountain"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ben Wall ben’ (%) Anon">Benbulben</span></span>. The upper part is perpendicular, but being worn in a sort of rough pillars by the rain, it appears like a Gothic work, the rest of the mountain is a steep descent and a fine verdure; I saw on it many flocks of sheep which added to the beauty of it: the top of this mountain is flat and here the hills turn to the south. I came to <span class="pn">Bundutt</span> in about a quarter of a mile, and had <span class="pn">Millino Head</span> to the south west, a mile further to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Buiskin</span>, in two miles to <span class="pn">Der Innis</span>, and as many more to <span class="pn">Rahamly</span>, in a mile to the river <span class="pn" title="river">Grause</span>, where we turned to the south, in three to <span class="pn" title="river">Faranangam river</span> and in a mile to the river <span class="pn" title="river">Drumdive</span>, where in a churchyard is a curious old cross, on one side of which is a relief of Adam and Eve at the tree of knowledge, and some other defaced reliefs on the other side. Turning to the west I came in three miles more to <span class="ps">Mr Knox</span>es fine farm to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span>, having been informed of something curious this way, on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> seven miles from <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span>, but omitted to make a particular enquiry concerning the nature of it. <span class="pn" title="town">Sligo</span> is situated on the south side of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Gilly</span>: There is also a sort of suburb to the north in which there is a barrack, and there is another barrack a little way out of the town, called the Strand barrack, both which are for horse; there is a foot barrack on the other side, within an old regular fortification in <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Oliver</span>'s time, without any fossee,

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that now appears the bastion being built high. It is a town of some small trade, tho' a ship of 100 tun can come up only at spring tides, and the ships of any burthen commonly <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> down at <span class="pn">Poole</span>, about a mile or two below the town. There are remains of an old Convent here, in which the high altar is seen entire, adorned with Gothick reliefs, and there are two or three old monuments in the church; In the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cloyster’ (%) Anon">cloister</span> are remains of a stone pulpit. The church of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span> the design of <span class="ps">Mr. Castel</span>'s is in this shape, with windows at w, and <!-- illustration--> galleries at every end except the east; the roof is a curious piece of work, and every way it is one of the best designs <sup id="fnref:39.footnotes">39<a href="#fn:39.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> I have seen. <span class="ps">Mr. Ormsby</span> has a large house in the town; but the thriving state of the town and the country round, next after the barracks, and <span class="ps">Colonel Wynne</span>'s improvements, is chiefly owing to the industry and spirit of <span class="ps">Mr Knox</span>; and it may be reckoned the capital of this north west part of the kingdom.</p><a name="entry.d39976e7140">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e7140">35.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-29">29th</span> I went two small miles to see <span class="ps">Colonel Wynne</span>'s house on <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Gilley</span>, and in the way viewed the charter school, which is building out of <span class="ps">Erasmus Smith</span>'s Charity: There are three good rooms on a floor, a kitchen and two schools, being built for sixty children, the Governor of <span class="ps">Erasmus Smith</span>'s Schools gave first £500 and then £200, and <span class="ps">Colonel Wynne</span> gave 4 acres of ground for ever; they have raised

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it to the first floor, it is built of the slaty lime stone near it. <span class="ps">Colonel Wynne</span>'s house is situated on an eminence which has the Lough to the south and east, which is most beautiful in Islands and in the fine rocky hills that are on the south and east sides of it, both the one and the other in great part cover'd with wood. The house is built of a marble, in which I saw shells, as in the Kilkenny marble, and it appeared as if it would polish of a black colour. It is <span class="ps">Mr. Castel</span>'s design, six rooms of a floor and very well finished insomuch that it may be looked on, as one of the best houses in the Kingdom. I had met <span class="ps">Captain Wynne</span> the second son on whom I waited, he introduced me to his elder brother, who in the father's absence, with great politeness showed me the house and pressed me to stay dinner, and invited me to stay two or three days. I took leave returned to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span> and waited on <span class="ps">Mr Knox</span>, <span class="ps">Mrs Stewart</span> of <span class="pn" title="Horn Head">Hornhead</span> her brother, and afterwards <span class="ps">Mr Mitchelburn Knox</span>, the person to whom this Town and County are so much indebted; After dinner I set out on my journey, going first southward three miles to <span class="pn" title="bay">Belerejoneh Bay</span> and soon to <span class="pn" title="bay"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Beleseclair bay’ (%) Anon">Ballysadare Bay</span></span>, where if the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> had been out we should have crossed the strand, but being obliged to go round, we passed a road that goes to <span class="pn">Clonine</span> and came to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Beltrace’ (%) Anon">Beltra</span></span>, where there is a Church we had almost all the way gone round a fire hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Knockrach</span> which makes the head to the west of <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span>, on the top of it is a remarkable <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kerne’ (%) Anon">cairn</span> or Mount, which if I mistake not is called <span class="pn" title="cairn">Muscarrow</span>. <sup id="fnref:40.footnotes">40<a href="#fn:40.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> I saw in all this road the stones full of that petrifications of Coral. I have 

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reason to think from observations I have since made, that they extend all the way along that country to <span class="pn" title="town">Newport Pratt</span> on the western Ocean. We turned to the west and in a mile came to <span class="pn" title="stream">Balinley rivlet</span>, and saw near it the ruins of an old Convent, called <span class="pn" title="abbey">Balinley Abbey</span>, for here they call all Convents Abbies and in Irish <span class="frn" title="‘monaistir’ (Irish)">Monastere</span>. Just beyond this we passed by <span class="pn" title="castle">Bureen Castle</span> and in three miles came to <span class="pn">Arnaglans</span>, where there is a large old Castle and two mounts near the village; a mile farther we passed by a height where there were some foundations of <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Arragh</span> and had to the right <span class="pn">Gargaandouch</span>, a hunting Lodge of <span class="ps">Mr. Wynne</span>'s. We then came to a bay and turned up <span class="pn">Donecoi</span>, about two miles from <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Arragh</span>, where there is a large old Castle on a rivlet that runs of a rocky bed, in which I observed the stones lay very much as in square rocky pillars and in their strata. I saw <span class="pn" title="castle">Grange Castle</span> about a mile to the east and passed by a Danish Mount and in two miles came to a poor Village called <span class="pn" title="village">Doneal</span> where there is a Castle and rivlet here I lay in a very indifferent Inn.</p><a name="entry.d39976e7328">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e7328">36.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-30">30th</span> I set forward and in a mile came to <span class="pn" title="stream">Bellonrow rivlet</span>, in two miles to <span class="pn" title="bridge">Eskan Bridge</span>, here is the shell of a good Church and of the Priest's house adjoining to it: Towards this place I had seen the Mycetites or petrified <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Corralline’ (%) Anon">coraline</span> growth of the fungus kind, and saw towards the sea a place called <span class="pn">Leaught</span>, I here also observed a sort of large square pillar on each side of which there are niches as for statues, which probably was a Cross. We came in a mile to a rivlet called <span class="pn" title="stream">Finich</span> and being come to the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Killalla</span> turned southwards; and here the country is no more stony, except a sort of rubble stone under the good soil; I observed that it is a very fine pasturage, which is converted to sheep walks. In a mile we came

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to <span class="pn" title="stream">Ricleheny Rivlet</span>, and as much farther nearer to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Ducani</span>, which is on the sea and two rivlets run by it, having an old Church on the east called <span class="pn" title="church">Kiliaglass</span>, we passed <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘thro’ (%) Anon">through</span> an old Rath, opposite to which to the south is another a rivlet running between them; in half a mile we came to <span class="pn" title="village">Carrihubbuck</span> village and rivlet, in as much more to <span class="pn">Inniscrual</span>, and at the same distance to rivlet <span class="pn" title="stream">Belavaddy</span> and in a mile to <span class="pn" title="village">Suemmore</span> village, Castle and river, and here there is a boat to the opposite side and horses swim over: To the north of this is <span class="pn">Delakish</span>, and about this part there is a lime stone, which is full of the <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Conchae</span>, <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Anomiae</span>, as well as Cockles and continue for some way: In a quarter of a mile we came to <span class="pn">Doneen</span>, and soon after to <span class="pn" title="village">Kilch</span> village and rivlet, and in a mile to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Connaught</span> where there is a rivlet. This Castle is situated on a height almost opposite to the Abbey of Rosserick, we afterwards passed these rivlets not above a quarter of a mile from each other <span class="pn" title="stream">Rallenon</span>, <span class="pn" title="stream">Farengrohen</span>, <span class="pn" title="stream">Tramiliese</span>, <span class="pn" title="stream">Cayeck</span>, <span class="pn" title="stream">Couquiseen</span>, and <span class="pn" title="stream">Baurive</span> which latter is large and falls in beautiful cascades down its rocky bed; and so we soon came to <span class="pn" title="town">Ballina</span> on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Moye’ (%) Anon">Moy</span></span>, which rises to the south<span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘zero’ by BF">,</span> falls into <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Conn</span> and passing out of it again runs by <span class="pn" title="town">Foxford</span> and so it falls into the sea below <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span>: We here enter'd into the large County of <span class="pn" title="county">Mayo</span>, bounded by the northern and western ocean, being the north west part of the Kingdom. <span class="pn" title="town">Ballina</span> is pleasantly situated on the west side of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Moye’ (%) Anon">Moy</span></span> and is a market town by which, and a foot barrack it is chiefly subsisted. It is but a poor place and belongs to {<span class="fa" title="gap ">⬌</span>}</p><p>On the east side are the remains of a Monastery, where there is a very good Gothick door case, which consists of about twelve members. From <span class="pn" title="town">Ballina</span> I took a ride to 

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<span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Conn</span>, which extends in length about eight miles from <span class="pn">Newtown Gore</span>, <span class="ps">Sir Arthur Gore</span>'s seat near as <span class="pn" title="town">Foxford</span> and is about a mile broad; the high mountain of <span class="pn" title="mountain">Nevin</span> is to the south of it, and it is a fine Lake. I returned to <span class="pn" title="town">Ballina</span> and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span>, the Bishop was expected home on Saturday, so I took up my abode at his house.</p><a name="entry.d39976e7489">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e7489">37.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-07-31">31st</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Carter</span> the Curate of the place came to see me, and I set out on a journey into <span class="pn" title="barony">Erris</span> along the northern Coast. In a mile I came to <span class="pn" title="village">Palmerstown</span>, a village on a rivlet which falls into the sea a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below it, <span class="ps">Mr. Palmer</span> lives at this place, and there are some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> remains of an old Castle. Here they have a lime stone, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> further a yellow free stone, which I observed also in the cliffs near <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span>. In about half a mile we passed near the ruins of the <span class="pn" title="abbey">Abbey of Rafrane</span>, which must be the Monastery of <span class="pn" title="abbey">Rathbran</span>: further on I observed some stones as in a circle and some set up an end, after the manner of the ancient burial places in <span class="pn" title="region">Cornwall</span>. I saw <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Cariganas</span> to the left, and in about three miles came to a village and river called <span class="pn">Gartotui</span> where <span class="ps">Mr. Bark</span> lives. We went on about two miles to another hill and began to ascend towards <span class="pn">Donfiny</span> where there is an old Parish Church, and from this height the high rocks are seen off the eastern point, which makes the harbour of <span class="pn" title="harbour">Broadhaven</span>: These rocks from being very high and sharp, are called the stags of <span class="pn" title="harbour">Broadhaven</span>: but the weather being very bad I put into a Cabin, and din'd and returned in the evening to <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span>, the rains making this journey impracticable.</p><a name="entry.d39976e7564">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e7564">38.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-01">first of August</span>, I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> with <span class="ps">Mr. Carter</span> along the strand two miles southward to <span class="pn" title="abbey"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Abbey Moye’ (%) Anon">Abbey Moy</span></span>, which is remarkable for having a square tower built, on one side (that is not on the point) of the two Gable ends that form the quire and the body of the Church, Hexagon arches

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being turned on consoles from east to west, fixed in the Gable ends, which is a bold execution: there is much good stone work and Masonry about the Church Convent and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cloyster’ (%) Anon">cloister</span>, the latter is built on plain pillars in Couplets as at <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sligoe’ (%) Anon">Sligo</span></span>, this is called in Ware a Firiery. We went on about two miles to <span class="pn" title="convent">Rossurk</span> or <span class="pn" title="convent">Rosserich</span> Convent, where the tower is built in the same manner, but exactly on the middle point of the Gable ends: It is remarkable in both these Convents, that there is a closet built of hewn stone for two Confessors to sit in and hear Confessions, with a hole on each side, for the persons who confess to speak through. We went to the side of a rivulet and din'd, and I distributed what I had prepared for my western journey among the poor. In a wall I saw many of the <span class="term" title="(Latin) typefossil">sunci Lapidei</span> and petrified corals called by some <span class="term" title="(Latin) typefossil">Tonchaeanomiae</span>. <span class="ps">Mr. Linet</span> a neighbouring Gentleman farmer came and invited me to take a glass of wine, I staid with him half an hour, and found the Bishop come home at <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span>. This is a poor town but very pleasantly situated on the east side of the bay near the mouth of the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Moye’ (%) Anon">Moy</span></span>, which runs on the east side of some Islands that are between the river and <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span>, this river is easily crossed in fair weather: The Islands in the bay afford a very delightful prospect.</p><a name="entry.d39976e7624">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e7624">39.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-02">2nd</span> I preached at the Cathedral, and on the third I went through <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balina’ (%) Anon">Ballina</span></span>, where by <span class="ps">Captain Owen</span> in whose company I had dined there, I received a very kind and pressing invitation from <span class="ps">Mr. Vaughan</span> near <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Conn</span>, but being engaged to go on, I excused my self and went forward: There is a road on both sides of the river to <span class="pn" title="town">Foxford</span>, but the new road is on the west side, and after riding about 4 miles, we crossed a hill from which we had a view of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Conn</span>, and particularly of the south east end of it, from which as I was 

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inform'd, there is an outlet into the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Moye’ (%) Anon">Moy</span></span>, on which <span class="pn" title="town">Foxford</span> stands. We had a view also of all that Morassy ground to the west of <span class="pn" title="town">Foxford</span>, to which place we came, it is situated on the edge of the bog and under rough rocky hills to the east in a very bad air, and all the water about it exceeding bad, except a spring a mile distant; it is a very poor town, but they are building a new Church: They have a barrack for foot, and formerly had iron works here, which before the revolution were in <span class="ps">Judge Ward</span>'s family, who was born in this Country, but on the wars that family retired to their own estate in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Down</span>. They brought the iron ore from the mountain called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Nevin</span> to the west for all these mountains as far as the sea are full of iron ore; they work it up with the ore of <span class="pn" title="shire">Lancashire</span>, which hardens it; otherwise it would be too soft. They have now iron works at <span class="pn">Mullamore</span>, nine miles to the west; and they collect together the wastings of the ore here and carry it to those works. I dined here and visited <span class="ps">Mr. Evelyn</span> the Minister, and went on: They are searching for coal at <span class="pn">Sleave Horn</span>, a mountain near. In a mile I passed by <span class="pn" title="castle">Baky Lough Castle</span> and went over a river of that name on a bridge and I saw <span class="pn" title="castle">Toramore Castle</span> to the left. In about a mile more we passed by an old Church called <span class="pn" title="church">Temple a Strada</span> and soon after I took a view of a Convent called <span class="pn" title="convent">Strada</span> where the high altar is beautified with Gothick ornaments and in the middle is a dead Christ in the Virgin's lap, and a person in relief in a compartment on each side. There is also a tomb adorned with curious reliefs, of four kings in different compartments; in another one kneels before a mitred person and there is a relief of St. Peter and St. Paul: In a mile we passed by <span class="pn">Ballicurry</span> and saw <span class="pn" title="castle">Currane Castle</span> to the right and <span class="pn" title="church">Turlaw's Church</span> on a height, where I thought I saw one of the round

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towers: A mile further brought us to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Minola’ (%) Anon">Manilla</span></span>, a poor small town situated on a rising ground to the West of a rivlet: It is chiefly a Colony of Protestants, settled here as Freeholders by <span class="ps">Mr. Brown <span class="an">of the Neal</span></span>, who founded a Charter School here for 12 boys and 12 girls, by giving 10 acres for ever and twenty at five shillings an acre, <sup id="fnref:41.footnotes">41<a href="#fn:41.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> which I went to see and travelled on towards <span class="pn" title="town">Castlebar</span> three miles farther, I saw to the west <span class="pn" title="estate">Elm Hall</span>, a seat and good plantation of <span class="ps">Mr. Cuff</span>'s of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ballinroab’ (%) Anon">Ballinrobe</span></span>, passed by {<span class="fa" title="gap ">⬌</span>} the house and Estate of <span class="ps">Mr. Domick Brown</span>, and about a mile from <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Castle bar’ (%) Anon">Castlebar</span></span> saw {<span class="fa" title="gap ">⬌</span>} <span class="ps">Mr. Millars</span>. <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Castle bar’ (%) Anon">Castlebar</span></span> is very pleasantly situated on a rising ground to the east of the river which falls out of the Lough of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Castle bar’ (%) Anon">Castlebar</span> that has communication with several <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> Loughs round about. It is a pretty good small town, having a good market and a Horse Barrack, and they have lately built a handsome church of <span class="ps">Mr. Castle</span>'s design, it is the Greek Cross with three galleries: The windows and Cornish are of hewen lime stone which is the finest black marble, and is without mixture polishing as well. The Church is covered with a very good light stone slate of which there is a quarry in a mountain near called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Sleanbawn</span>; and about two miles from the town they have a quarry of good flags of the same kind of lime stone as the ornamental parts of the Church: There is also the black medicinal slate in some mountain near. This is the estate of <span class="ps">Sir Charles Bingham</span> now abroad on his travels, who has a small house near the town, built on the scite of an old Castle after the revolution: The two large round towers of the Castle remain in which his grandfather lived with his Father-in-law <span class="ps">Dr. Vesey Archbishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Tuam</span></span>

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in King James's wars and defended themselves against the enemy.</p><a name="entry.d39976e7838">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e7838">40.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-04">4th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Ellison</span> the Clergyman of the town and <span class="ps">Mr. Johnson</span>, a neighbouring <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clergiman’ (%) Anon">Clergyman</span>, came to see me: I set out at noon and observed the road at <span class="pn" title="town">Killalla</span> which comes to the West of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Conn</span> and to the east of <span class="pn" title="mountain">Nefin</span>; and going near a mile saw another road which leads into <span class="pn" title="barony">Erris</span>, we soon came near to <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Honey</span> to the {<span class="fa" title="gap ">⬌</span>} which falls into the lake of 
<span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Castle bar’ (%) Anon">Castlebar</span></span> and passed by <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Barry</span> from which there is a communication by a river into the other. I observ'd here that the rocks are chiefly a cement of pebbles a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> like that of <span class="pn">Hertfordshire</span>, and many fine stones might be found among them that would polish very beautifully with a variety of good colours: In two miles we came to a rivlet and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther to the river <span class="pn" title="river">Broheh</span> which rises out of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Belta</span>, call'd in the maps <span class="pn" title="lough">Blata</span> about two miles to the north east and in about two miles falls into the bay of <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span>.</p><p>We came to <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> called anciently <span class="pn">Ballyvickan</span> or <span class="pn">Baleyvaughan</span>, it is most beautifully situated on a height to the north of a small river which about a mile {<span class="fa" title="gap ">⬌</span>} lower falls into that famous bay which is full of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> Islands. <span class="pn" title="town">Westport</span> a much older town being at the south east angle of it. This estate was a lease of 999 years from the <span class="on" title="family">Ormond family</span> to <span class="ps">Commissioner Medlicot</span> and tho' consisting of 70,000 acres, yields at this time but £1700 a year, it was then valued only at £600 a year, of which £200 a year was fined off. <span class="ps">Mr. Pratt</span> who was clerk of the Treasury had a lease of it from <span class="ps">Medlicot</span>, built this <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town, which from him was called <span class="pn" title="town">Newport Pratt</span>. On his failing he suffered himself to be ejected: and now <span class="ps">Mr. Medlicot</span> has bought the reversion of the £400 a year of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Arran</span></span> after that Lord's death. It

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consists of the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mannor’ (%) Anon">Manor</span> of <span class="pn">Burifool</span>, which has great privileges as a Court for Civil Causes not exceeding £40. The old Mansion house and Castle, are on a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Peninsula on the bay of <span class="pn">Burryfool</span>, which winds up from the harbour towards <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Furren</span>, it was converted into a barrack where <span class="ps">Theophilus Bolton late Archbishop of <span class="pn">Cashel</span></span> was born, when his Father was a Captain quartered here; opposite to it is the Convent of <span class="pn" title="convent">Burrifoole</span> which is a poor church and building, tho' it makes some figure at a distance; in it I copyed this inscription on a tomb, <br/>
“Orate pro anima <span class="ps">Davidis <span class="gn">Oge</span> Kelly</span> qui me fieri fecit sibi et heredibus suis Anno Domini <span class="date" title="1623">1623</span> et ejus uxori <span class="ps">Arabia Barret</span>.”</p><p>It is said that this Convent was founded in the time of <span class="ps">Henry <span class="gn">VII</span></span> by the <span class="on" title="family">Butlers</span>, and they have a great <span class="term" title="typefestival">Pattern</span> or festival here on August the 4th, St. Dominick's day: near it is the ancient Parish church of <span class="pn" title="church">Burrifool</span>, removed by an act of Vestry and Council to a Glebe about a furlong above <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> on the opposite side. At this place there was formerly a little town, and at present there are a few scatter'd houses. This being the port and a place of some small trade <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘untill’ (%) Anon">until</span><span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> was built. The Market of <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> consists chiefly of frieze, yarn stockins and different sorts of Corn; the provisions in this place are very cheap from June to Christmas. Beef a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘peny’ (%) Anon">penny</span>, Mutton five farthings a pound, chicken <span class="sic" title="Should be ‘’ by BF">pence</span> a piece, a fat goose for six pence, a Turkey for the same and fat Ducks two pence a piece, fish also is very cheap, and they have a Merchant who imports very good French wine at £16 a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Hog:head’ (%) Anon">hogshead</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8069">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8069">41.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-05">5th</span> I set out with a guide on hired horses for the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Erris</span> and particularly <span class="pn">the Mullet</span>. We came in a mile to a rivlet they call the Ford, which falls into the bay by the Abbey, half a mile further we were to the

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east of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Furren</span> a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> Lake into which the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> comes, tho' we could not see the communication: It is about a mile long and half a mile broad, <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Rafarn</span> falls into it from the north and is much higher, this is almost as wide and long: on the east side of it, the hills are cover'd with wood, and on the west are high mountains; I observed here a reddish free stone: We went over a hill from which there is a fine view of these lakes and the bay, which appear all like one Lough full of Islands extending for twelve miles to <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Crow Patrick’ (%) Anon">Croaghpatrick</span>. We went to a river which we crossed several times, and another falls into it, which we also crossed often and went frequently along the bed of it, and in my return I observed in it towards the Lough near which I went in another road, several bodies of trees lying in it, which they grew on the spot, and were washed down by the torrent. We past <span class="pn">Letikeyn</span> a few houses to the east of the rivlet, called four miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span>; we here turned to the west, going up the hill for some way along the bed of the rivlet here I found myself as in an Amphitheater, encompassed with high mountains which made a very Romantick appearance, To the east <span class="pn">Bockworth</span> and <span class="pn">Billing Carragh</span>, to the north <span class="pn">Carnen</span>, and west of that <span class="pn">Mamarahty</span> and of that <span class="pn" title="mountain"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">Little</span> Nefin</span>. To the west <span class="pn" title="mountain">Crooknegrah</span> (sheep mountain) to the south <span class="pn" title="mountain">Furcleogh</span>: We gain'd the top and descending had a small Lough to the right, passed through some very difficult bogs, and ascended on the side of <span class="pn">Mamarakty</span> having those high mountains to the south, which stretch towards the Island of <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Achil’ (%) Anon">Achill</span></span> to the west and make the northern point of the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Newport</span>: These mountains about five one beyond another have a very curious aspect, the tops of most of them appearing with escallop hollows in perpendicular broken

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rocks; they are full of Red Deer, which are very indifferent food, being never fat, however the hunting of them affords good diversion to those who traverse the mountains on foot, but they frequently escape the dogs. This mountain that I had ascended was of a sort of silver mica, which is not a lime stone, for they have none beyond the first hills we crossed to the river, but there is from that to the bay a vein of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘blew’ (%) Anon">blue</span> lime stone gravel which is good manure, they have also in many places about <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> a marle with shells in it, but the land being stiff, it is not a proper manure for it. (We here sprung a cock <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Grous’ (%) Anon">grouse</span> the only one I had ever seen flying and appeared very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>.) Having gained the height on the side of the hill, we turned northward, and dined at a stream which gushes out of the side of it, from which place I had a glorious view of the mountains of the Isle of <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Achil’ (%) Anon">Achill</span></span>, of the sea and some fine mountains to the north east; descending for a mile, we crossed four rivlets and ascended along the foot of a mountain called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Kormestity</span>, which appears very beautifully like two grand bastions. We travelled on and had to the east another high steep and rocky mountain, and we went by a road which is over a rivlet, and coming to a large vale, in which there is a house and farm, we crossed a mountain torrent and ascending went round the side of the hill for three miles, to what they call the river, in the map it is called the salmon fishery, and the mouth of it is part of the <span class="pn" title="harbour">Black Sod Harbour</span>; I here observ'd a stone, a sort of silver mica, which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lyes’ (%) Anon">lies</span> very much in the form of the members of Architecture, and one I saw much like a large Cornish: As soon as we had the mountain to the east of us, we had to the west a morass extending to the sea now full of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> fords: The most

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dismal looking country I ever saw, and they say, the greater part irreclaimable; here are however not far from the foot of the hills, three or four <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farms which chiefly belong to herds. The river we crossed was a rough bottom and very dangerous in time of floods: there is a road by this river to the east into <span class="pn">Tirawley</span> which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rizes’ (%) Anon">rises</span> out of the mountains near <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Conn</span>, but it is very boggy and almost impassible, except after that there has been dry weather for some time: We here got into a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cabbin’ (%) Anon">cabin</span> where they had clean straw and clean blankets;—but the man observing the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘smoak’ (%) Anon">smoke</span> was very troublesome to me, he made me a low seat near the fire, and I found it was not so inconvenient, the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘smoak’ (%) Anon">smoke</span> rising up and condensing above. The guide called for an egg, broke off the top and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘emptyed’ (%) Anon">emptied</span> it into a scollop shell, as I thought to dress it, for the poor here use scollop shells for all uses they can, as they do on the <span class="pn" title="sea">Red Sea</span>, but I was <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘surprized’ (%) Anon">surprised</span> when I saw him give a dram about in the egg shell; the woman also melted tallow in a scollop and dipt the rushes in it, and another time they twisted several rushes together, to make a larger light, and stuck it on a slit stick, the base of which was a large turf into which they run one end of it. The common people of the country live too much on these poor wretches when they travel, seldom bringing anything with them; and they were <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘surprized’ (%) Anon">surprised</span> when I distributed my bread and meat and what I had among them, and that I gave them a piece of money when I went away. All their vessels are of wood, most of them cut out of solid timber, their stools are long and narrow like a stilion, and their table is a long sort of stool about twenty inches high and broad and two yards long; their food chiefly oat cakes baked on the griddle and potatoes with their butter milk: they had

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killed a goat and were <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘boyling’ (%) Anon">boiling</span> part of it; but I suppose it was not very good, as they industriously concealed it from me; but they offered to prepare me what they had to eat, which for strangers, is new milk, eggs, butter and oat cake: They have here a french <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘potatoe’ (%) Anon">potato</span> with a purple blossom, it is something like an apple, but is watery and not so good as the other kinds. However this <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘potatoe’ (%) Anon">potato</span> does best in sandy and I believe boggy grounds, and the cold and moisture of the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘potatoe’ (%) Anon">potato</span> is a good corrective of the heat of the oaten diet. It is the custom for the poor especially the children to come in and sit by the fire of those who are in better circumstances as well as travellers of all kinds, and they give to all, of what is going in their own way.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8224">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8224">42.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-06">6th</span> we set forward the Gratefull Host accompanying us above a mile to show us the way through a bog to a large Lough to the north west called <span class="pn" title="lough">Curraghmore Leterahery</span> out of which the river <span class="pn" title="river">Munry</span> rises, which we crossed: The Lake does not appear very large in this situation, but seeing it from <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘an’ by BF">[]</span> higher, I observed two large bays extending to the east and west, there is a small Island near the side we pass'd the ground to the south being on a declivity, I observed that the bog hung over at this part of the Lake, and in some places hung down for two or three yards, kept together by the heath, tho' the hard ground did not appear to have been lately worn away, but was greenish and some plants grew out of it, and I was informed that especially in wet seasons water runs between the bog and the hard ground which made me inclined to think that where bogs are on a declivity and the lower part of them as here is broken away, that they do actually move by their gravity; as the Ice in the Glacieres of <span class="pn">Savoy</span> certainly does, and falls down into the valley, and they 

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affirm, that the ice when it moves is attended with a great noise: We had a boggy way for a mile, and passing by two houses soon came to a Vale, in which there runs a rivlet, and there are two or three natural mounts in it, one of which has been <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortifyed’ (%) Anon">fortified</span>; here I stop'd and took some refreshment, and crossing over the foot of a hill, came to a strand which is made by the blacksod harbour to the south and stretches along the south east side of the country within <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span>; a very beautiful Peninsula stretches out into the bay, joined to the eastern land by a long narrow Isthmus. They have a bed of small oysters here, which at spring tides is left by the sea, and the people go and pick 'em up, pickle 'em and send them to <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>: They sell them here for a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘peny’ (%) Anon">penny</span> a hundred, and on the bank they will load a horse for fourpence. We continued winding round the strand to avoid the bog above, on which the sea has gained in some places, insomuch that there is in some parts, bog on the strand, and one cannot ride on the sea weed, there are also several stumps of trees on the strand. From this strand in my return I went up to the height to see the bay which is formed by <span class="pn" title="bay">Broadhaven</span> to the north, and with this bay forms that neck of land which is called <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span>, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyns’ (%) Anon">joins</span> that long strip of land to the mainland which is called <span class="pn">Erris</span> within <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span>: on the south side of this neck of land <span class="ps">Sir Arthur Shane</span>'s, whose estate it was began to build a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town, and actually cut a communication across the Isthmus large enough for a small boat to pass, which is now choaked up: They laid out also much money on roads into this country, made along the sides of the hills, by cutting away the bog, but this was found to be a bad way, for it makes a course for the water, and rain washing away the earth, leaves it a very 

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stony rough road, and when this is done in a flat country, it has not only this effect, but the bog fills up the trench again: for the true way of mending their roads is by raising a Causeway of gravel, and where it is very soft, by laying a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> heath under it. All the half barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Erris</span> consists of two parishes, <span class="pn" title="parish">Kilcommon</span> taking in all without <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span>; and <span class="pn" title="parish">Kilmore</span> all that is within <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span>; and they have some time ago obtained an <span class="title" title="act">Act of Parliament</span> to build a church on <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span> for the united parishes. We came within <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Mullet</span> to that fine peninsula which is about twelve miles long from north to south and about a mile broad one place with another; the north end is chiefly high heathy ground, from which I saw the stags, as they call 'em, off <span class="pn">Broadhaven</span>: the rest of the land is partly in small hills, and partly consists of long rising ground, of good land and some sandy banks and loughs; being altogether a most delightful spot in summer. In these sand banks they find a great variety of shells, and lately they found some very curious vertebrae of fish, of which I produced a specimen: They have also discovered some tombs, which they call the tombs of <span class="pn">Lugnadumme</span> they say they are of an extraordinary size, but now they were all covered over again by the sand. I went to the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Anthony Odonnel</span> to whom I was recommended by <span class="ps">Mr. Odonnel</span> of <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span>; I met his Nephew on the road, who very politely showed me the way, and among other questions asked me if I had any acquaintance there, which was on purpose to have invited me to his house, tho' he had the good sense not to say it; I dined at <span class="ps">Mr. Odonnel</span>'s, took a walk and saw the old walls of the church of <span class="pn" title="church">Tarman Carra</span> buried in sand, which they say was the church of a Nunnery. I took a ride in the

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evening along the sea shore to the north east, which consists of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> bays, made by the low rocky cliffs, and the waves rolling in on these rocks in calm weather, has one of the most beautiful effects I ever saw. I observed a small detach'd rock, which had some fortification on it, and going further saw a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> head, which was defended by a modern fortification, made across the neck of it in <span class="ps">Queen Elizabeth</span>'s time, as they say, in order to deposite goods that were shipwreck'd, that they might not be plundered by the country: They had also built two barracks, one at <span class="pn">Carne</span> on <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span>, the other at <span class="pn">Learne</span> on the east side of this Land within, in order to prevent the landing of privateers, but <span class="ps">Queen Anne</span>'s peace prevented the turning them to that use. I went on further and returned seeing a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> to the westward a passage under ground from the sea, where the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> goes in about fifty yards and is seen from a large hole over it.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8393">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8393">43.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-07">7th</span> I set out with <span class="ps">Mr. Odonnel</span>'s son and newphew to ride to the south of this land: To the south of this part is a strip of land called <span class="pn">Annah</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> only by a small neck; and the strand east of it, as well as that to the north is called the strand of <span class="pn">Annah</span>; this in the map is made an Island, and called <span class="pn" title="island">Emlokrash</span>, the reason of which is this, it was in one farm with the land to the east of <span class="pn">Tarmon Carrah</span>, which goes by this name. We then came to an open strand called <span class="pn">Baludurish</span>, in which there are several rocks under the water which render'd it terrible to the sight, even in a calm when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> was coming in; but when we return'd and the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> way going out, it was very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>: on the point to the south of it, are the remains of a Convent called the Convent of the cross and near it is a church of the same name, which the Protestants had begun to repair, for <span class="ps">Sir Arthur Shane</span>

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planted about twenty Protestant families here, on leases for ever of small farms, mostly under a hundred acres: This Gentleman left two daughters, one married to <span class="ps">Mr. Bingham</span> of <span class="pn" title="estate">Newbrook</span>, the other first to <span class="ps">Mr. Wynne</span>, and now to <span class="ps">Mr. Carter</span> second son of the Master of the Rolls, these ladies hold the estate in Co-partnership. <sup id="fnref:42.footnotes">42<a href="#fn:42.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> Opposite to this is the Isle of <span class="pn" title="island">Ennis Clory</span>, which is a great burial place, of this Island they say no rat or mouse will live in it, and go so far as to affirm, that if they bring the earth and shake it in a reck of corn, none of these Vermin will touch it. To the south of this is <span class="pn" title="island">Enniskerah</span> and south of that <span class="pn" title="island">Enniskeah</span>, where if I mistake not, is a mineral water, and to this land people frequently go to pass some time for their diversion. The people in this Country are very hospitable, if you cannot stay to have a sheep killed they offer Ale a dram, Eggs and butter, and the woman of the house sits at the table and serves you: They have an odd way in some parts in the north, I did not see it here, when they would preserve meat, they put it into meal to preserve it from the flies, as I suppose, but it becomes musty and very disagreeable. We came to <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Cross</span>, a beautiful lake about two miles in circumference, here are wild Ducks, which as we rode within a few yards of them did not move into the water, and when I rode towards 'em, only walked gently in like tame ducks, and there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Island in it, in which I suppose they breed. An 

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extraordinary thing happened in relation to this lake a few years <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘agoe’ (%) Anon">ago</span>; there was a rivlet run from it, to the sea, with a mill on it, in a great flood, it carried away the mill, and the passage was stop'd up, on which the lake retired near a hundred yards from its western bank, so that probably there is some communication under ground from the sea. We came soon after to the <span class="pn">Lough of Leame</span> near which is the building designed for a barrack; riding on we came to <span class="pn">Castle Tarah</span>, the ruin of a large old building: Towards the south point of the land we ascended <span class="pn" title="hill">Mount Tarman</span>, a round hill not long ago covered with herbage, but the rabbits, burrowing in the land, the wind blew it away, and has left a more curious top all cover' d with <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> large flat stones of grey granite: From this hill is a fine view of the Island of <span class="pn" title="island">Achill</span>, which is very mountainous and about 2 leagues distant: There are in it 25,000 acres of land, and it lets for £300 a year; the inhabitants have a kind of sheep here, with a coarse wool fit for yarn stockins, which they spin and knit and sell the stockins for about ten pence a pair; and with this produce they pay their rent; they have oats and potatoes sufficient for their own use; this is part of <span class="ps">Mr. Medlicote</span>'s estate. There is a great knowledge gained by experience, as to feeding their cattle on all these mountains, they find that for six months or some certain time they thrive on the same spot and then fall off, so that they move 'em to other parts; some parts are fit for cattle of different ages, and some at different seasons of the year. We came down from this hill to <span class="ps">Mr. Gamble</span>'s house, and took some refreshment there which was very civilly offer'd us: and returning we went to the east side and near <span class="ps">Mr. Markham</span>'s the pleasantest situation in the place which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘command’ (%) Anon">commands</span> a view of the

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Lough, of the sea and Islands and of <span class="pn" title="harbour">Blacksod Harbour</span>, of <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Mullet</span> and <span class="pn">Erris</span> to the east, as well as the Isle of <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Achil’ (%) Anon">Achill</span></span>; that Island is represented as divided in the middle by a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘chanel’ (%) Anon">channel</span>; there is water goes almost through, but not so as to divide it into the greater and lesser as re-presented in the Map; but little <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Achil’ (%) Anon">Achill</span></span> as I was informed, is only that very small Island at the south point, which is placed in the Map without name. They have a custom of raising heaps of stones called here Iaktch, in other parts <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kerns’ (%) Anon">cairns</span>, to the memory of the dead, mostly in the shape of sugar loaves, which are kept up as long as their friends remain, and are raised commonly not far from the church, in the way to and from the house; some are built with mortar and have inscriptions on them. We came to <span class="pn" title="peninsula">the Mullet</span> and when we were out of it, we took some refreshment; I parted with my friends and the cattle they had mounted me on, and set forward the same way I had come with <span class="ps">Mr. O'Donnel</span> the gentleman I had met at my entrance into it, who was going to the Fair of <span class="pn" title="parish"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balyheen’ (%) Anon">Ballyhean</span></span>. <sup id="fnref:43.footnotes">43<a href="#fn:43.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> The way I was coming into this Country by <span class="pn">Broadhaven</span> is round by that bay very difficult and boggy and is two days journey from <span class="pn">Killalla</span>. <sup id="fnref:44.footnotes">44<a href="#fn:44.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> Going along the bog I saw an Eagle and crows about a carcase, for these birds never take notice of their brethren the carniverous race; It was of the large kind, and he seemed 

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to attempt to raise himself, but remained very near us, and when we went towards him, he flew low to a turf stack at a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> distance, for in a calm they sometimes find it difficult to raise themselves from the ground: About half an hour after we saw him fly over us to the north east to the sea. We took up our lodging about a mile to the north of the river at <span class="ps">Mr. Nashe</span>'s farm house where we had a fine view of the lake; here is an old Square Castle in ruins called <span class="pn" title="castle">Clonatekilly</span>; a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below it are two caverns, about six feet wide and high and ten long, covered with stones laid across, within one of them was a narrow hole about three feet square like a drein; these seem to be places to hide in upon any danger. They have a way in this country of burying children in some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> plat near the house, when they are at a distance from the church, and such a burial place I saw.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8683">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8683">44.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-08">8th</span> We set out and crossed the river on each side of the banks of which towards the sea are <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> spots of arable land and several houses; and one part of it goes by the name of <span class="pn">Kilkeny</span>, where they have a considerable salmon fishery. Several people <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> us going to the fair and we made up a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> caravan of about seventeen horses: and when we stop'd twice and I divided my bread and liquor among them, and to the two or three protestants my meat also, I was had in great esteem among them, and so early in the evening I finished this curious uncommon journey and arrived at <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span>; where my friends of <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> spent the evening with me. <sup id="fnref:45.footnotes">45<a href="#fn:45.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><a name="entry.d39976e8727">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8727">45.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-09">9th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Herne the Minister</span> 

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came to see me, and I preached at his Church. He, <span class="ps" title="O'Donnell">Mr. Odonnel</span> and <span class="ps">Mr. Moore the Collector</span> invited me to dine with them; the last very politely by a card the night before, being a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> indisposed with the Gout, the other that even:—but I was first engaged to <span class="ps">Captain Cantillon the commanding officer of the foot</span> here. I drank tea with the Collector, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> with <span class="ps">Mr. Herne</span> to see the Monastery of <span class="pn" title="monastery">Burrisool</span>, and spent the evening with the Collector, and lodged at <span class="ps">Mr. Herne</span>'s.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8796">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8796">46.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-10">10th</span> at noon we set out, all the officers, <span class="ps">Mr. Herne</span> and the Collector on an expedition in the Revenue Sloop to the Islands, and had a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘delightfull’ (%) Anon">delightful</span> voyage through them to the south west. The sea gains on them and some are almost divided into two; there are fine stones on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘shoar’ (%) Anon">shore</span> round them, some of the petrified coral rubbed into pebbles and some of the Mycetites; they are Islands covered with pasturage and some with corn; forty of them belong to <span class="ps">Mr. Medlicot</span>, some to the Archbishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Tuam</span>, some to <span class="ps">Mr. Brown <span class="an">of Westport</span></span> and other proprietors on the bay; they say there are 300 of them, and it is look'd on as the Archipelago in miniature and is a most singular beautiful bay:—At the mouth of it is <span class="pn" title="island">Clare Island</span>, belonging to the old proprietors the <span class="on" title="family"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Omellies’ (%) Anon">O'Malleys</span></span>, I was told it was worth £200 a year; to the south west of it is <span class="pn" title="island">Buffin</span>, belonging as I was informed to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Clanrickard</span></span> and worth £150 a year; they have in these two Islands a pretty breed of small horses: they do not submit to pay any tax but the hearth money, and have good water in them, and so have many of the small Islands. About ten leagues off is a bank, where there are plenty of Cod, and it is supposed that it is part of that bank which extends to <span class="pn">Newfoundland</span>, being supposed to be hills in the sea where the fish <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span>: on this they have

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between 40 and 50 fathom water: the fish have very much failed on all the coast since they have burnt the sea weed for kelp, which they not only take away as the sea leaves it, but they cut it off in the sea that it may be thrown up, the fish spawning on this weed. We returned to <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> and they spent the evening with me. In the river of <span class="pn" title="town">Newport</span> they have the large fresh water pearl muscle.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8868">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8868">47.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-11">11th</span> I set out to the south and all the officers went with me and dined with <span class="ps">Mr. Brown <span class="an">of Westport</span></span>, who had sent compliments to me that he should be glad to see me. The road is very pleasant near those <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> bays which are westward from the harbour and in sight of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘delightfull’ (%) Anon">delightful</span> Islands. I went to the top of some hills to have a view of them; about two miles and a half distance we came to a rivlet called <span class="pn" title="stream">Moinah</span>, which goes under a hill about a quarter of a mile into the sea, and the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> comes in by the same passage. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther we came to a well wall'd round which they call <span class="pn" title="well"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Omeles’ (%) Anon">O'Malley's</span> Well</span>: concerning which there is a tradition in the country, that a female child of this family, being dipt in it became a male, which was probably some trick in order to secure the estate of the family in that child. We descended to <span class="pn" title="village">Westport</span> a small village situated on a rivlet which falls into that bay, and makes the south-east corner of the great bay, in which there are some small Islands. The foot of <span class="pn" title="mountain"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Crow Patrick’ (%) Anon">Croaghpatrick</span></span> comes into it which is called {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} (the Eagle mountain) by reason that it appears like an Eagle stretching out its wings; tho' from the north east from 
<span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Castle bar’ (%) Anon">Castlebar</span> it does not appear in that manner: It is not determined whether this mountain or <span class="pn" title="mountain">Nefin</span> is the higher. The coast extends about ten miles farther to the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Galway</span>, where the country on the western ocean is called <span class="pn" title="region">Connemarrah</span> (     ) probably the

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name of some ancient clan;—This it is likely is about the extent of the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Ballynehinch</span>; to the north east of this is the <span class="pn" title="region">Joyces Country</span> on <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Mash’ (%) Anon">Lough Mask</span></span> and <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Chorrib’ (%) Anon">Lough Corrib</span></span>, probably the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Ross</span>. To the south east is the country of <span class="pn" title="region"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Eyre Connaught’ (%) Anon">Iar-Connaught</span></span>, taking in I suppose the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Moyeulau</span>. I had designed to have rode along the sea coast, but the weather was so unpromising, that I laid aside that design. <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span>'s house is very pleasantly situated on the south side of the rivlet over which he has built two handsome bridges, and has form'd Cascades in the river which are seen from the front of the house; which is built of Hewen stone, a course marble they have here: It is much like Bedford house in Bloomsbury Square, except that it has a pavilion in the middle over the Attick story in which there is a large convenient Bed chamber for the young people, of the size of the hall, the design is with nine windows on a floor and for five rooms; one of which a back wing is not built: It is an exceeding good house and well finished, the design and execution of <span class="ps">Mr. Castel</span>'s: <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span> designs to remove the village and make it a Park improvement all round; there are fine low hills every way which are planted and improved, and the trees grow exceedingly well: the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> comes just up to the house; and the Cascades are fine Salmon leaps. In the house are <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> chimney pieces of the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Castle bar’ (%) Anon">Castlebar</span> marble, which are a good black without any white in them like the Touchstone, which the Italians call Paragone and value very much.</p><a name="entry.d39976e8985">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e8985">48.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-12">12th</span> I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> out with <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span> to a hill to see the prospect and to the Park, where he has several red as well as fallow Deer, and in the afternoon I walked out to the quarry and to the side of the bay. I had forgot to mention a small Island called <span class="pn" title="island">Ennis Turk</span> to the south west of <span class="pn" title="island">Clare Island</span>,

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there is a good slate quarry in it. They have here a marle with which they manure sandy lands, but I could not be informed that it had any shells in it. <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span> makes use of oxen to draw dung, stones, &amp;c.: on sledges which they easily load.</p><a name="entry.d39976e9017">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e9017">49.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-13">13th</span> <span class="ps">Mr. George Brown</span>, a younger son, who is at the College, and <span class="ps">Mr. Blake</span> a young gentleman of Estate, going my way accompanied me, and showed me three miles off, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond a village call'd <span class="pn" title="village">Baleyburk</span>, a cave to the right, into which the river <span class="pn" title="river">Anne/</span>falls, and goes for some way under ground, and coming out again falls, as they told me into <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Carray’ (%) Anon">Lough Carra</span></span>, and is a river which in the maps is represented as lost in a very small Lough to the west of <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Carrah’ (%) Anon">Lough Carra</span></span>. It is a very fine face of a rock, consisting of about fifteen strata which lay very regular, I believe most of them are of plain black marble, as I was informed it is of that colour, but some of them when broke are of a brown colour. The river runs principally into one hole, which is as a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> arch, the strata rising one over another and each beyond the other, until it extends to the face of the rock, the passage may be forty feet wide and long, about 20 high, this leads to the grotto in which the river runs about sixty feet wide from the passage, seventy long, and 50 high, through this the river runs, but being then a flood, it was all over flow'd; to the west of this are two or three other passages into which the river runs when it overflows. Returning to the road we saw <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kil Turk’ (%) Anon">Kilturk</span></span> a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond it to the left, a fine old ruined Mansion house of <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span>'s in which his father lived, and to the north of that we saw <span class="pn">Holyhill</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Chambers</span>'s. About three miles farther we came to <span class="pn" title="convent"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balin Tubber’ (%) Anon">Balintubber</span> Convent</span>; near <span class="pn">Kilturk</span> we passed through <span class="pn">Balikeen</span>, where the famous Fair had been held just 3 measured

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miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Castlebar</span>; this is an <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Convent, called also <span class="pn" title="convent">De Fonte</span>, from the Irish name which signifies the Town of the Well or Spring: there are handsome pillars and arches in it, and at the east end are two windows of the Saxon Architecture. The Lords of Mayo have their burial place here in a chapel in which there is a handsome altar piece and an altar of hewn stone, round the latter are the figures of our Saviour and the eleven Apostles in relief. Here I took leave of those gentlemen who went on in this road, which leads first to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Burk</span>, the seat of <span class="ps">Lord Mayo</span>, where I heard there were some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘petrifyed’ (%) Anon">petrified</span> stumps of trees and some underground passages to the Castle; beyond it is <span class="pn" title="estate">Rusk Garrah</span>, <span class="ps">Sir Henry Lynch</span>es on <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Carrah’ (%) Anon">Lough Carra</span>, it then goes to <span class="pn" title="estate">Holy Mount</span>, the Estate and seat of <span class="ps">Vesey Archbishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Tuam</span></span>, which was esteemed a fine place in those times, and so it goes to <span class="pn">Tuam</span>; But I crossed to the <span class="pn">Ballinrobe</span> road I had left a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> before we soon came near <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough</span> Corra at <span class="pn">Ballikeneh</span> and I went to a rivlet and took some refreshment. I saw to the north about two miles <span class="pn" title="estate">Newbrook</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Bingham</span>'s, and going on came to the bridge of <span class="pn">Fere</span>, under which <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Carrah’ (%) Anon">Lough Carra</span></span> passes into <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Maske’ (%) Anon">Lough Mask</span></span>, tho' it is spoken of as a great work, yet it is only a long Causeway, with one arch in the middle which is not large. We passed over a greater work, a road made across a morass, having had a view of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Mask</span> to the south for some time, I came to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balinrobe’ (%) Anon">Ballinrobe</span></span>, a very small town pleasantly situated on the river <span class="pn" title="river">Robe</span>, which about a mile below it falls into the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Mask</span>. The large map of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> makes a small Lough here which is wrong. They have a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> sessions house built of hewn stone, the assizes being held at this place and at <span class="pn" title="town">Castlebar</span> alternately: They have here fine quarries of a dark grey marble which rises so well that

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they make ashler very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> inferior to hewn stone. This town belongs to <span class="ps">Mr. Cuff</span> who lives close to it, and is endeavouring to improve the town. There is a Charter School here for thirty children which I went to see where <span class="ps">Mr. Miller</span>, Minister of the place and <span class="ps">Mr. Lanergan</span> a clergyman of a neighbouring parish came to me and they spent the evening with me. There are remains of a church of a Monastery of Augustinian hermits near the town.</p><a name="entry.d39976e9240">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e9240">50.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-14">14th</span> I breakfasted with <span class="ps">Mr. Miller</span>, having received an invitation from <span class="ps">Mrs. Cuff</span> in her husband's absence to breakfast with her, but her hour being too late, I was obliged to send an excuse. <span class="ps">Mr. Miller</span> set out with me towards <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Mask</span>; About a mile from the town I saw a large <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘kern’ (%) Anon">cairn</span> of loose stones, it may be twenty feet high and forty feet diameter, another about a mile to the south with a fossee round it, and a smaller between them, the tradition is, that two armies engaging there, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kerns’ (%) Anon">cairns</span> were erected over the slain of the principal of them: We came to a fine old Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Mask</span>, from the top of which I had a beautiful prospect of <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Mask</span>, with many Islands in it cover' d with wood and one in particular with a pleasure house belonging to <span class="ps">Mr. Cuffe</span>: We had also a view of the mountains of <span class="pn" title="region">Joyces Country</span>. This Castle belonged to one of the <span class="on" title="family">Burks</span> of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Clanrickard</span></span>'s family. On the top of <span class="pn">Benlevegh</span> in <span class="pn" title="region">Joyces Country</span> I was informed that there was a large Lough near this country of the Joyces in <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Cherrib’ (%) Anon">Lough Corrib</span></span> is an Island called <span class="pn" title="island">Castle Chirk</span> <span class="pn" title="Castle Kirk: island">Kirk</span> which is the name of <span class="ps">Mr. Middleton</span>'s house in <span class="pn">Denbighshire</span> in <span class="pn">Wales</span>. I was told that at <span class="pn" title="abbey">Long Abbey</span> there is a stone head said to be design'd for Roderick O'Connor King of <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span>. Beyond <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Mask</span> to the north west towards the sea is a mountain called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Ferramore</span>

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on which there is such a debt to the Crown that no one will occupy it; on it they say are traces of a town, said to be begun to be built by some stranger who came to settle in these parts, and as it is supposed by those people who afterwards built <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span>. In <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Mask</span> is an Island call'd <span class="pn" title="island">Inch en Keill</span>, consisting of about sixty acres, in which there are two churches. There is also another Island called <span class="pn" title="island">Innish Enearton</span> (The Earls Island) to which they say <span class="ps" title="Richard Fitzgilbert de Clare"><span class="an">Strongbow</span></span> fled and was killed there, and if I mistake not they show some place for his tomb. We got into the road from <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balinrobe’ (%) Anon">Ballinrobe</span></span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Hetford</span>, which passes thro' the <span class="pn">Nail</span>, from which we had gone from <span class="pn">Cong</span> to <span class="pn">Tuam</span> three years ago: We came to <span class="pn" title="church">Garn</span> church a mile from the <span class="pn">Nail</span>, where I saw a quarry of fine marble, which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘pollishes’ (%) Anon">polishes</span> a brownish black, they work it with the hammer for about sixpence a foot. We saw on <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Chorrib’ (%) Anon">Lough Corrib</span></span> a point of land called <span class="pn">Baley Cumea</span>, a very fine situation of <span class="ps">Mr. Lynch</span>es, and to the east we saw <span class="pn">Skrool</span> famous in History for a very horrid Massacre: In this road I observed what they call the Terloughs, that is meadows that are cover'd with water in the winter, which goes off as it comes in, by underground passages; some of them are good meadows and some only marshes. We crossed <span class="pn" title="river">Ross</span> river into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Galway</span>, and saw the large Abbey of <span class="pn" title="abbey">Ross</span>. About a mile lower on the same water: We came to <span class="pn" title="town">Hetford</span> a small town where there is a barrack and a Mansion House of late <span class="ps">Lord St. Georges</span>, now of <span class="ps">General St. George</span>, but leased by the late Lord to his daughters heir, married on <span class="ps">Mr. Usher</span> now <span class="ps">Usher St. George</span>, who lives there; I was met two miles from this town by the <span class="ps">Revd. Mr. Fletcher</span> brother to my Agent in <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, to whom I had sent that I would come and dine with him, he conducted me half a mile beyond 

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<span class="pn" title="town">Hetford</span> to his house, where after dinner taking leave of <span class="ps">Mr. Miller</span>; <span class="ps">Mr. Fletcher</span> went with me six miles in my road. I passed over <span class="pn" title="bridge">Achlin bridge</span> and saw an old castle <span class="pn" title="castle">Ballinacort</span> lately fitted up; it is in a fine situation and the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Kirwall</span>. In three miles I came to <span class="pn">Baliclareh</span>; and near it on a rivlet saw <span class="pn" title="abbey"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clare Galway Abbey’ (%) Anon">Claregalway Abbey</span></span>, where the high tower in the middle of the Church built on arches is a curious piece of architecture; I saw the chapel of the church converted into a Mass house. Three miles more brought me to <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span>; where I went to the house of my old friend <span class="ps">Mr. Simcocks Warden of <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span></span>.</p><p><span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span> is pleasantly situated on a fine bay, which is a very good harbor, and on the river which comes out of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Chorrib’ (%) Anon">Lough Corrib</span></span>, which spreading here to the east, they call it the Lough; the river runs on a rocky bed, and dividing into three parts it forms two Islands to the west of the Town, on one of which there is a Nunnery. This town was inhabited by the Hollerns Fishermen till one Lynch in <span class="date" title="1280">1280</span> got a grant of the lands of it, from <span class="ps" title="King Edward the Second">Edward <span class="gn">II.</span></span> and as tradition <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘saies’ (%) Anon">says</span> built two Castles, both called <span class="pn" title="castle">Reinville</span>, one against the Hollerns the other against the <span class="on"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘O'Flahertys’ Anon">Flakerts</span></span> of <span class="pn" title="region"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cunnehmarrah’ (%) Anon">Connemara</span></span>. This was anciently in the Diocese of <span class="pn" title="diocese"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Anadown’ (%) Anon">Annadown</span></span>, which place I saw on the right on the Lough coming to <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span>, it is now <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘absorpt’ (%) Anon">absorbed</span> in <span class="pn" title="diocese">Tuam</span>. The people of the town got an exemption of this and several other parishes from the Pope, on account as they pretended of the ill behaviour of the clergy the Bishop sent to them: Some say this was when <span class="pn" title="diocese"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Anadown’ (%) Anon">Annadown</span></span> was united to <span class="pn" title="diocese">Tuam</span>. This exemption they got confirmed to them by Charter from <span class="ps" title="King Edward the Sixth">Edward <span class="gn">the 6th</span></span>, who gave them a power to elect, a guardian and three Vicars of the Church exempt from all jurisdiction whatsoever; the Guardian and senior Vicar preach alternately in the morning, the other

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two in the afternoon, and the three Vicars take their turns weekly to read prayers and visit the sick. The Corporation also have a power of punishing or even removing them within the year. This town was formerly of great trade, to which they apply'd themselves when the other parts of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> were very unquiet: They had a great trade in Spanish wines, which were formerly drank; but above all to <span class="pn">America</span>, till the act pass'd which obliged all ships from <span class="pn">America</span> to touch in <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>, from which time the trade of this town began to decay. When the town was in this flourishing condition, there were many large houses built in it of hewn stone, after the Spanish manner, most of which remain and one sees a great number of fine carved windows, Doorcases, chimney pieces, and bow windows in these houses. The trade is now mostly carried on to <span class="pn" title="country">France</span> and <span class="pn" title="country">Spain</span> by the Roman Catholicks, who have correspondents there, and are jealous of others coming into any share with them. When the town was in this flourishing condition, the merchants here purchased almost all the Lands in this country which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘doe’ (%) Anon">do</span> not belong to the Church and the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="an">Clanrickard</span></span>: The descendants of which merchants are now possessed to the value of £100,000 a year, and others have forfeited or sold to a much greater value. They were of the name of Blake, Darcy, French, Linche, Kirwan, Joyce, Martin, Brown, Bodkin, Terrets, Athy, Funt, Penrice, the three last are extinct or near it. If they had submitted to <span class="ps">Oliver Cromwell</span>, it would probably have been much better for the town. The remains of the forts he built to attack the town and defend the passes between the Loughs and the sea, are still to be seen. <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Mountjoy</span></span> built the Citadell at the south east part of the town. They have a large church adjoining it, the

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<span class="on" title="family">Lynches</span> have a chapel in which they bury: In the vestry on three large stones are cut as big as human life, Our Saviour, the Virgin Mary to the right, and to the right of that God the Father and over his head the Dove, they were dug up some where about the church: To the north of the town are the remains of a Franciscan Convent, and the face of an altar or tomb with some reliefs of Saints on it. Both the <span class="on" title="order">Franciscans</span> and <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Dominican’ by BF">Dominicans</span> have Convents here, and there is a Nunnery which serves also for a Boarding School: Just without the gate is a mineral water of a strong taste, which they use for purging, and when drank plentifully, it is said, they answer the end of Scarborough waters. About two miles to the north east in the way I came is a rivlet, which comes out of the river that falls from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Chorrib’ (%) Anon">Lough Corrib</span></span>, it is call'd <span class="pn" title="stream">Pool Hurley</span>, it goes underground there and comes out into the bay of the sea which extends to the east. From a hill about a mile above the town by the canal, is a very fine prospect of the sea, of the country on the other side of the bay, of the isles of <span class="pn" title="island">Arran</span>, of <span class="pn" title="region"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Eyre Connaught’ (%) Anon">Iar-Connaught</span></span>, the <span class="pn" title="region">Joyces Country</span> and <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Chorrib’ (%) Anon">Lough Corrib</span></span>. They have in <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span> three barracks, which hold two Regiments and a half of the present compliment: for it is a garrison town with a Governor who has a salary of £300 a year, but he does not commonly reside, and then the commanding officer acts as Governor. <sup id="fnref:46.footnotes">46<a href="#fn:46.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><a name="entry.d39976e9725">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e9725">51.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-22">22d</span> at <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span> I walk'd out morning and 

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evening, and <span class="ps">Mr. Heathcote</span> in a regiment here, who was one of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Chesterfield</span></span>'s pages, came to see me, and spent the day with me: In the evening I look'd into the Assembly to see the Company, for the Clergy go here in their Coats.</p><a name="entry.d39976e9750">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e9750">52.</h2><p>On Sunday the <span class="date" title="1752-08-23">23rd</span> I went to wait on the judges and attended them and the Corporation to church and preached before them, <span class="ps">Warden Simcocks</span> not being well, I dined with the judges at the Mayors, the Gentlemen of the Grand Jury being there. I came home and <span class="ps">Dr. Lynch</span> spent the evening with us.</p><a name="entry.d39976e9770">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e9770">53.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-24">24th</span> I took a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> ride, but the weather did not favour. <span class="ps">Mr. Darcy</span> came to see me and brought an invitation from the Grand Jury to dine with them, but I was engaged to the Wardens; that Gentleman spent the even with us. A very remarkable thing happened there in relation to one of the <span class="on" title="family">Lynches</span>, so long <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘agoe’ (%) Anon">ago</span> as that he was the fourth or fifth Mayor of the town: His son was coming in a ship from <span class="pn" title="country">Spain</span>, murder'd the Spanish Captain, brought the ship into <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span> and sold the goods. When this fact came to his father's knowledge, the son was <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tryed’ (%) Anon">tried</span> by the father and condemned, who sat on the bench, and intercession being made for him; he bid the persons come to him in the afternoon, and when they return'd they saw the son hanging out of the chamber window. This house remains as a specimen of an inferior sort of building, and over the door is a death's head and bones of a skeleton. I examined some of the records of the Town;—found that in <span class="date" title="1511">1511</span> butter was a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘peny’ (%) Anon">penny</span> a pound and a hundred of Eeles here sold for two pence and a Cod for a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘half-peny’ (%) Anon">half-penny</span>; in <span class="date" title="1526">1526</span> a carpenter and man's pay was two pence a day with diet. When six and eight pence only was allowed for the Mayor's dinner the twelve Aldermen and such others as he should ask, and there was such a

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plenty of fish in <span class="date" title="1701">1701</span> that a thousand Herrings were sold for eight pence. In <span class="date" title="1646">1646</span> they condemned a book as against the King, entitled <span class="title" title="book">Disputatio Apologetica et Manifestiva de Jure Regni Hiberniae pro Catholicis Hibernis adversus Haereticos</span>. There is an order that no corn be burned or scortched in the town. In <span class="date" title="1632">1632</span> the oath of Supremacy and Conformity in Religion being required the Mayor and officers resigned, and others were chosen who took the oath. In <span class="date" title="1649">1649</span> they had the plague. In <span class="date" title="1654">1654</span> the Irish were dismissed from all offices, and English protestants chosen in their room. In <span class="date" title="1691">1691</span> the Town surrender'd to <span class="ps" title="Lieutenant-general Baron Godert de Ginkel">Genkle</span> on the <span class="date" title="1691-07-26">26th of July</span>. Having mentioned the Bishoprick of <span class="pn" title="diocese"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Anadown’ (%) Anon">Annadown</span></span> or <span class="pn"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Annadown’ Anon">Enaghdun</span></span>, it is to be observed that the Bishoprick of <span class="pn" title="diocese">Mayo</span> was united to it in <span class="date" title="1210">1210</span>. The Bishoprick of <span class="pn"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Annadown’ Anon">Enaghdun</span></span> was long disputed by persons who pretended a right to it from about <span class="date" title="1250">1250</span> to <span class="date" title="1318">1318</span>. In the Episcopal Register at <span class="pn">Exeter</span> I find Bishops of <span class="pn" title="diocese">Annadown</span> suffragans to the Bishop of Exeter in the following years viz.<br/>
<ul><li>Henry … in <span class="date" title="1395">1395</span> and <span class="date" title="1398">1398</span>.</li><li>John … <span class="date" title="1438">1438</span>.</li><li>Thos … <span class="date" title="1458">1458</span>.</li></ul></p><a name="entry.d39976e9900">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e9900">54.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-25">25th</span> I was at the doors of <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span> and <span class="ps">Mr. Darcy</span>, took leave of <span class="ps">Captain Heathcote</span> and after dinner set out, young <span class="ps">Mr. Simcocks</span> accompanying me three miles to <span class="pn">Oranmore</span>, where a rivlet falls into the bay; two miles farther we came to <span class="pn" title="bridge">Daren Bridge</span>, and half a mile farther to <span class="pn" title="bridge">Shilcollogan Bridge</span>. I observed several large entrenchments on the mountains of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Burien’ (%) Anon">Burren</span></span> to the west, in the county of <span class="pn" title="county">Clare</span>, one of them they say was the Residence of O'Laughlin King of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Burien’ (%) Anon">Burren</span></span>, and on the Bay about four miles distant is the Abbey of <span class="pn" title="abbey"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Corcumro’ (%) Anon">Corcumroe</span></span>, which they say is a fine ruin, and that on the graves are laid tombs of wood, 

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many of them being of yew, with some remains of inscriptions on them: It was anciently called <span class="pn" title="abbey">St. Marie's Abbey</span>: within a mile of <span class="pn">Gort</span> we passed through a village called <span class="pn" title="village">Kiltorton</span>. The sheep in all this stony country produce very fine wool much valued and is sent to <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> and <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span>. I was at <span class="pn">Gort</span> in <span class="date" title="1749">1749</span> in our Tour through <span class="pn" title="province">Munster</span> and <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span>: it was the estate of the <span class="on" title="O'Shaughnessys: family">Oshognusses</span> and was forfeited; and now there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Barrac’ (%) Anon">barrack</span> in an old Mansion house of that family built within the walls of the (in the) Castle, it is a very poor market town like a village: In my way to this place about six miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span>, I had a view of the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Walter Taylor</span>, whom I had seen in <span class="pn" title="town">Galway</span>, he is above four score years old, and told me had seen about 460 descended from his Father, and several great grand children; he <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> lately from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to <span class="pn">Tullaghmore</span> in one day, which cannot be less than sixty english measured miles, it is 45 computed irish miles if I do not mistake: As his passion has been to encourage a good breed of horses, so at this time he is a constant attender of all diversions in this country, relating to the improvement of that noble animal.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10023">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10023">55.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-26">26th</span> I went two miles south west, passing by an uncommon oval Castle at <span class="pn">Newtown</span>; the mountains of <span class="pn">Burren</span> appear to be stony, but the summits of most of them are round and appear as in <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> Terraces. I came to <span class="pn">Kilmacduagh</span> situated on a rising ground over some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Loughs which are to the west. It is the See of an ancient Bishoprick now united to <span class="pn" title="see">Clonfert</span> and consists only of old buildings and of two or three Cabins; it was called the church of Duah: About the middle of the 6 th Century, it had the name of Kil-mac-duah, that is the church of the son of Duah, commonly called it seems Kil-macough. The first building that offers is the ancient Cathedral in the form of a Latin 

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Cross; on the south side of which is an ancient Altar in good taste; under a relief of a Bishop is this inscription “Sanctus Coloman Patronus Totius Diecesis Duacensis”: In the middle is a crucifix and a person on each side with “<span class="title" title="prayer">Ave Maria</span>” and some devotion round it: In the <span class="on" title="O'Shaughnessy: family">Oshugnussy</span> chapel, the old Proprietors, is their tomb of the Corinthian order and I observed their arms the Castle of <span class="pn">Gort</span> supported by two Lyons. In that chapel there is a tomb with this inscription. “Orate pro anima Edmondi ocahel Praepositi et Canonici Duacensis 1742.” To the south is a chapel called <span class="pn" title="chapel">Shatrany</span>. To the west in the church yard is a small cell where they say the Patron Saint was <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span>, and that the body was afterwards <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘carryed’ (%) Anon">carried</span> to <span class="pn">Agherrim</span>. Between this and the church is Macduagh's Chapel, in which there is a standing large dead Tree, of which they take pieces by way of Relicks; and to the south of this is a raised work of stone, which they call the Saints Bed. In the church yard is one of the round towers, if I mistake not; fifteen feet in diameter: it is finely built of stones well chosen, but do not seem to have been <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘hamerd’ (%) Anon">hammered</span> and they are not all laid in regular courses, the lower Tier sets out 9 inches, the entrance is about twenty feet above the ground: there are five small windows round at top with pointed arches, and there about six others without any order in different parts: By measuring the shadow I concluded it to be about 82 feet high, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> of the point at top is broken off; this I think is the best I have seen after that of the church of <span class="pn" title="church">Ardmore</span>. To the east of the church is our Ladies chapel and to the north of it St. John Baptist's. To the north of it is the Monastery of <span class="pn" title="monastery">Kilmacduagh</span>, said to be of <span class="on" title="order">Regular Canons</span>; it is on a neck of Land between two Loughs, of which authors mention, that they empty in summer by whirlpools; but I found that

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the water goes off only in a very dry summer and that rarely; when they do empty they catch Eeles and other fish. The church tho' small is a very neat building the pillars and arches of the entrance to the Altar part and of the east window are in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> style, and the Angles at the east end, are work'd as in pillars, as at <span class="pn" title="cathedral">Lismore Cathedral</span>: To the south of the church is a Sacristy, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to that a room, in which they probably deposited the valuable effects of the church, which because it is arch'd they call the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘jayl’ (%) Anon">jail</span>. There is a chapel on the south of these, and a room which I conjectured might be a Refectory, and from the buildings, I imagined the <span class="on" title="order">Canons</span> might live in separate houses not built in the best manner. To the north of the church is an old wall about two feet from the other, it is out of its level, and they have a story of its being a place of penance, and that penitents were used to get in between the wall and let themselves down by way of punishment. The Bishop's house to the north of St. John's Chapel, or as some call it the Seminary is a building of two rooms on a floor; what is singular is a building on the outside like a chimney, but from what I could gather, it was the stairs to which there is a passage, by a sort of a bow window which rests on one stone in the wall, from which they say the Benediction used to be given.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10113">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10113">56.</h2><p><span class="date" title="1752-08-27">27th.</span> In the way to all these buildings is a Holy Well with a circular enclosure. From this place I came again into the high road at <span class="pn">Crusha</span> two miles from <span class="pn">Gort</span>, where there is a tolerable Inn. At <span class="pn">Tuberin</span> we crossed a stream from the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Galway</span> in <span class="pn" title="province">Connaught</span>, to the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Clare</span> in <span class="pn" title="province">Munster</span>, we came to <span class="pn" title="bridge">Loughed Bridge</span> which I conjecture to be the river which in part forms those Loughs that are to the west of <span class="pn">Crusheen</span>: Half a mile farther we crossed another stream and in half

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an hour more came to <span class="pn">Crusheen</span> on an eminence where there is a very good Inn, at which I dined: Till we came to the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Clare</span> the face of the country is all rocky being a greyish marble as I conjecture; about <span class="pn" title="county">Galway</span> it is full of cockles and the <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Conchae anomiae</span>, and in almost all parts the petrified coral more or less. But here the face of the country is entirely different, all in <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> well improved hills, not without wood and something like <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Northampton Shire’ (%) Anon">Northamptonshire</span></span>. We went on and immediately crossed a stream and had a fine view of <span class="pn" title="lough"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lough Rinchacrounah’ (%) Anon">Lough Inchicronan</span></span>, we passed three streams in a mile and came to <span class="pn">Brincastle</span>, and crossed three more below, I came to a village called Span … Hill, where the road strikes out to <span class="pn" title="town">Ennis</span> which I had formerly gone in. This place is three three miles from <span class="pn">Crusheen</span>, we soon came to <span class="pn" title="estate">Molieth</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Macnamarrah</span>'s, well improved and a fine situation, and at the end of three more came to <span class="pn">Quin</span>, having had a view of <span class="ps">Colonel Hickman</span>'s house and of the plantations of <span class="ps">Mr. Burton</span> and <span class="ps">Sir Edward O'Brien</span> we had passed in our former journey through this country. Here I saw fine <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘limestone’ (%) Anon">lime stone</span> with much of the coral in it <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘(in it)’ by BF">[]</span> entirely consolidated with the marble. We had also in this road a view of the pleasant bay beyond those Gentlemens' seats, which extends to the north from the <span class="pn" title="river">Shannon</span> and is full of Islands. At <span class="pn">Quin</span> is one of the finest and most entire Monasteries I have seen in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, it belonged to Franciscan Minorites, and is called in Ware <span class="pn" title="monastery">Quinchy</span>; it is situated on a fine stream, there is an ascent of several steps to the church, and at the entrance one is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘surprized’ (%) Anon">surprised</span> with the view of the high altar entire, and of an altar on each side of the arch to the Chancel; to the south is a chapel with three or four altars in it, and a very Gothick figure in relief of some Saint probably of

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St. Patrick on the north side of the Chancel is a fine monument of the <span class="on" title="Macnamaras: family">Macnamarahs</span> of <span class="pn">Ranace</span>. On a stone by the high altar I saw the name of Kennedye in large letters; In the middle between the body and the chancel, is a fine tower built on two Gable ends. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cloyster’ (%) Anon">cloister</span> is in the usual form with Couplets of pillars, but particularly in that it has buttresses round by way of ornament there are apartments on three sides of it; what I supposed to be the Refectory, the Dormitory and another grand room to the north of the Chancel; with vaulted rooms under them all; to the north of this large room is a closet over an arch, which leads to an opening, that seemed to be anciently a private way to go down in time of danger, in order to retire to a very strong round tower, the walls of which are near ten feet thick, tho' not above seven or eight feet from the ground; it has been made use of without doubt since the dissolution, as a pidgeon house, and the holes remain in it: In the front of the Convent is a building which seems to have been a <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Forastieria</span> or apartments for strangers, and to the south west are two other buildings: On the other side of the river is a parish church, with a tower built to the corner of it … Half a mile to the north east is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> turret of a Castle. We went on three miles further to a small town on a fine Rivlet.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10259">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10259">57.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-28">28th</span> I went three miles to <span class="pn">Six Mile Bridge</span>, where there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> new church, and near it <span class="ps">Mr. Ivers</span> has a pleasant new built house. The ride from this place to <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span> is very delightful, being well wooded and in sight of the fine river <span class="pn" title="river">Shannon</span>, and of the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> country on the other side of it. The appearance of the Country on this side <span class="pn" title="county">Galway</span> is very different from what it was farther north for I observed the corn ready for the sickle, and when I passed <span class="pn">Gort</span>, I found the

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harvest in several places far advanced: It is all a hot lime stone which makes the harvest very forward; and I was told that the cattle turn themselves frequently in the night on account of the heat of the ground. In about 2 miles I saw a large old house, near the river called <span class="pn" title="mansion">Bunratty</span>, which was the Mansion house of the <span class="on" title="family"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Obrians’ (%) Anon">O'Briens</span></span>, the ancient Earls of Thomond. I came to <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span> very strongly situated by nature on the <span class="pn" title="river">Shannon</span>: To the east of it is Irish town, which is pretty strongly <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortifyed’ (%) Anon">fortified</span>, the whole being about two miles in circumference; excepting the principal street; All the rest of the town consists of narrow lanes, and it is a very dirty disagreeable place; tho' so large there is not one good Inn where strangers can he well accommodated; they have a tavern indeed which has lodgings in it, commonly filled by officers: Both the air and water are looked on as unwholesome, and the army commonly loose many of their men here: They are chiefly quarter'd in a barrack within the citadel on the west side of the town, and this large city, which has such conveniency of water, has not so much as a fire Engine to make use of, in case of any accident of fire. The Cathedral is a very mean heavy building, but the Quire is fitted up in a neat manner; and in it is a magnificent tomb of black marble, erected to the memory of the Grandfather the Earl of Thomond who lived in the time of <span class="ps">King Charles <span class="gn">the Second</span></span>, in the place of an old one defaced, of which two couchant Statues remain. This Cathedral was built by <span class="ps" title="Donald O'Brien">Donald O'Brian King of <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span></span>, and there is a church, in <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span> called <span class="pn" title="church">St Munchin</span>, now a Parish Church which is said to have been the Cathedral, and that it was founded by <span class="ps">St Munchin first Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Limerick</span></span>. It is remarkable that the present Cathedral stands near north and south; and they have a tradition that it was a palace

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of the <span class="on" title="O'Briens: family">O'Brians</span>: The Bishoprick of <span class="pn" title="see">Ardfort</span> probably taking in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kerry</span> is united to this see, and in that is the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘absorpt’ (%) Anon">absorbed</span> Bishoprick of <span class="pn" title="Aghadoe: see">Hoghadoe</span> the church of which I formerly saw over the lake of <span class="pn" title="Killarney">Killarne</span>. There is an old Convent turned into a Tan-yard, which they call the Abby; it is on the north side of the town. They have a good Mole for shipping to <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> in: There is a great manufacture of Serges here, and a very great number of working people in the town, greater perhaps than in any place of the size; and I cannot think they can be less than 40 thousand souls in the town and suburbs. They import wine, timber and all sorts of goods for the supply of this country, and great part of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Tipperary</span>, as well as the Counties of <span class="pn" title="county">Clare</span> and <span class="pn" title="county">King's County</span>: But <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span> lies much more convenient for the Export. I walk'd round the town either on the walls or within them and went to the Cathedral service.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10393">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10393">58.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-29">29th</span> I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> to the west and in a mile crossed over <span class="pn">Brater Bridge</span> in another mile to <span class="pn">Money</span> or <span class="pn">Monterel</span>, commonly called Mongrel, where there are remains of a poor old Convent with a tower, at one corner of the church. I was informed that monks never had towers to their convents, by which I suppose they mean Mendicants <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fryars’ (%) Anon">Friars</span>. In two miles we came to <span class="pn" title="village">Cloynreen</span> village and rivlet and in two more to the ferry over the river <span class="pn" title="river">Magel</span>, on one side of which is <span class="pn" title="castle">Clogtotacheh Castle</span>, and on the other, <span class="pn" title="castle">Column Castle</span> <span class="ps">Mrs. Harting</span>'s house near being called Court, as in the Map. In a mile we came to <span class="pn">Kildaimon</span>, in another to <span class="pn" title="castle">Lacerane Castle</span> and <span class="pn" title="Lacerane: lough">Lough</span>, and in another mile to a very small Church on a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> height called <span class="pn">Killallatring</span>, the walls of it are very thick, with only such a window in the east end, as is seen in the round towers in this shape 

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<!--illustration--> so as that it is probably one of the most ancient churches in this Kingdom. I came in a mile to a large old Castle called Palace with a village near it of the same name, to the south west of which <span class="ps">Mr. Bury</span> has begun a new town called <span class="pn">Newmarket</span>, and is endeavouring to establish a market there. I soon came to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Shanon Grove’ (%) Anon">Shannon Grove</span></span>, where <span class="ps">Mr. Bury</span> has made fine plantations and enclosures. The first thing that offers is a fine orchard with a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘syder’ (%) Anon">cider</span> house built in elegant taste, the plantations and fields between this and the house are very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>; the situation of the house is pleasant; commanding a view of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Shanon’ (%) Anon">Shannon</span></span> and of the fine country on the other side between the great bay to the north and <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span>. I then went to see the Charter School which was founded by <span class="ps">Mr. Bury</span>, who keeps it in very good order. This Gentleman's Mother was daughter of <span class="ps">Archbishop Pallasor</span>, and his Lady being sister of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Tulloghmore</span></span>, his son is next heir to that Nobleman, who has no children. I returned two miles in the same way, having the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Carigaginiel</span> on a fine high rock near the <span class="pn" title="river">Shannon</span> in view all the way, as I had also from <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span>. We returned to <span class="pn">Kildaimon</span> and struck out of the road we came in, to the south east, and in three miles came to <span class="pn">Adair</span> on the <span class="pn">Magee</span>. This place now a poor village, was they say anciently a walled town, and there are great marks of its having been a place<span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘,’ by BF">[]</span> of some consequence; in it are remains of a large old Castle, which belonged to the Earls of Desmond, and of three Monasteries; one at the west end of the village, and is called if I mistake not the Abbey of <span class="pn" title="abbey">West Gate</span>; and in the middle a small church; there is a tower about 30 feet square, which gives it the air of a Castle. Another Monastery is near the bridge, and is called the <span class="pn" title="abbey">Steeple Abbey</span>; the openings of the 

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<span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cloyster’ (%) Anon">cloister</span> of this and of the third are like Gothick windows. There are several niches in the walls, besides the seats for the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘administring’ (%) Anon">administering</span> persons; which were probably so many tombs of ancient families: on the north side of the river a quarter of a mile higher, is what they call the Poors Monastery, tho' it is not inferior to the others in building.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10547">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10547">59.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-30">30th</span> in the morn I saw the Convents, and went to Church, <span class="ps">Mr. Quin</span> a Gentleman of considerable estate here, having met me in <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, invited me to dine with him, I went to his house and lay there, it is situated on the river, the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> coming up just to his house.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10566">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10566">60.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-08-31">31st</span> I set out and travelled near the river two miles to <span class="pn">Croom</span>, passing by the Park and house of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Carbery</span></span> where he lives; his Lordship has another very fine park between <span class="pn">Bruff</span> and <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span>. On each side the river at <span class="pn">Croom</span>, there is an old Castle: We went on three miles farther to <span class="pn">Alakee</span> or <span class="pn">Athlacha</span> crossing a stream which falls into the river; and leaving that stream we went eastward three miles to <span class="pn">Killmallock</span>, where I had been in <span class="date" title="1749">1749</span>, as at all the other places I shall mention as seen this day. This is another ancient wall'd town, in which there are if I mistake not, two old Monasteries and as this town <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Athenree’ (%) Anon">Athenry</span> and <span class="pn">Adair</span> had a Monastery or Monasteries in them, and do not seem to have been situated for trade, it is not improbable that the Monasteries built walls round these towns, for the security of themselves and their tenants, who probably built some of the oldest houses in them, with windows of the Gothick arch; and as the Papists in <span class="ps">King James</span>'s time were ordered to build houses in walled towns, this might be the occasion of building the greater part of the houses the windows of most of them being in the style of that time. I went to see the Charter School near the town, and from that three miles

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to <span class="pn">Kilfinane</span>; where I visited another Charter School; and meeting <span class="ps">Mr. Graves</span> minister of the place, I dined with him, and rode six miles to <span class="pn">Charleville</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10633">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10633">61.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-09-01">1st of September</span> I went to visit Dean Bruce who was out of town, view'd the Charter School; this town is finely situated on an eminence which commands a fine view of the Country to the south; it is the estate of the <span class="ps" title="Boyle?">Earl of <span class="an">Orrery</span></span> and the town is chiefly supported by the Dragoons, for whom there is a barrack, and by the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘thorow fare’ (%) Anon">thoroughfare</span> which is very {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} since the road from <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span> is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘carryed’ (%) Anon">carried</span> through this town which before was farther to the east; near <span class="pn">Ard Patrick</span> I crossed over the hills to the Valley in which the river <span class="pn" title="river">Snider</span> runs, and first came to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Buttavant’ (%) Anon">Buttevant</span></span>, which gives the title of Baron to the Earl of Barrimore and the eldest son by Courtesy takes that title: Here are large remains of an old Convent as well as Castle. We crossed over the <span class="pn" title="river">Snider</span> and saw <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donerail’ (%) Anon">Doneraile</span></span> to the left and came to <span class="pn" title="Mallow: town">Malloe</span> famous for its waters, which are on a lime stone and have something of the virtue of the Bristol waters. There is commonly much company here every summer, and they have a Long Room for Assemblies: It is situated on a small river that here falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>, which we crossed, and going over the hill we passed by <span class="ps">Sir Robert Deane</span>'s house, and came to four mile water where I dined, having met in the way <span class="ps">Lady Dean</span> and <span class="ps">Mrs. Oliver</span> in their Chariot and six, with both of whom I was acquainted and paid my compliments to them. I came 8 miles to <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span> finely situated on the river <span class="pn" title="river">Lee</span> which divides above the town and running on each side of it, makes it an Island, as it does also below and forms the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> and great Island, below which it spreads again and makes the harbour of <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span> called the <span class="pn" title="harbour">Cove</span>, near which there is 

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lately built a strong fort to defend the entrance of the harbour; the part of <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span> which is built to the river is pleasant, but most of the streets are narrow and dirty, which makes chairs of great use here, and there are several of them ply in different parts of the town. This See and Church was founded by <span class="ps">St. Finbarr</span> in the 7th century, to whom the Cathedral is dedicated and is commonly called <span class="pn" title="cathedral">St. Barry's</span>; the See of <span class="pn" title="see">Ross</span>, is united to <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span>, supposed to be founded in the 6th Century by <span class="ps" title="Fachtna mac Mongaig">St. Facknan</span> who built there a Priory of <span class="on" title="order">Canons of St. Austin</span>. This place is situated to the west on {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>}. There are six parish churches in the town, here was one Abbey, four Monasteries, and a Nunnery. The History of a Settlement of a tower of a church here like that of <span class="pn" title="city">Pisa</span>, and of their management of it is a great curiosity: there are several Hospitals in the town; but the foundling Hospital is most remarkable, they have in it about 40, between 2 and 300 abroad, they are well clothed and kept neatly. An act passed lately for their changing children with the Poor house of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, in order to prevent any persons putting in children, with design to get them afterwards to their own disposal. The Exchange and Custom house here are <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> buildings. The County <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘jayl’ (%) Anon">jail</span> at the South gate, is a noble building of three stories, all Rustick, and of the Tuscan order, and appears more like a palace than a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘jayl’ (%) Anon">jail</span>. There are in the town 7366 houses, and the souls are computed to be above 73000. There is a great export from this Port of Beef, butter, wool, and yarn, besides a very considerable import of all sorts of Goods.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10776">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10776">62.</h2><p>On the {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> to <span class="pn"><span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Kingale’ Anon">Kinsale</span></span> crossing the <span class="pn" title="river">Oun Boy</span> on the road: it is called eight miles, but is a very unpleasant road all up and down hill, and it is four good hours ride. <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kingsale’ (%) Anon">Kinsale</span></span> is about a mile long

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situated over the harbour at the mouth of <span class="pn" title="river">Bandon</span> river, consisting of one long narrow Street, and one or two over it on the side of the hill. There is a Charter School here for twenty boys, built by the encouragement of <span class="ps">Mr. Southwell</span>. It is a very fine harbour and there is a great resort of ships in time of war, and this is the only place in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> for refitting the King's ships. The harbour is defended by a strong Fort called <span class="pn" title="fort">Charles's Fort</span>. The resort to this place is so great in time of war, that their leases pay double rent during any war. As soon as I came to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kingsale’ (%) Anon">Kinsale</span></span> I walk'd towards the school, and meeting <span class="ps">Mr. Woodward</span> who has a Living near, I din'd with him: I set out in the Evening for <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Innishanon’ (%) Anon">Innishannon</span></span> six miles up the river <span class="pn" title="river">Bandon</span>; this village is pleasantly situated on the East side of the river, having high ground over it, and on the other side is fine hanging ground cover'd with wood: here <span class="ps">Mr. Atherly</span> has established a linnen Manufactory in all kinds, where I saw several childen apprenticed from the Charter Schools and the workhouse in <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>; on the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘heigth’ (%) Anon">height</span> is a Charter School finely built for forty children which is just opened, and was founded by <span class="ps">Mr. Atherly</span>'s encouragement. On the {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} I saw these things and went three miles up the river to <span class="pn" title="town">Bandon</span> situated on each side of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Bandon</span>; it is entirely a Protestant town, and they will not suffer a Papist to live in it: They have a great Woollen Manufactory here, if I mistake not, chiefly of Camblets, and now begin to come into the linnen trade. I went to visit <span class="ps">Dr. Brown</span> Brother to the <span class="ps">Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Cork</span></span>, who was out of town: so I went about three miles in the road to <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span>, and leaving it on the right went almost directly north through a very uneven Country about six miles to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Inniscara’ (%) Anon">Inniscarra</span></span>, a pleasant situation on the <span class="pn" title="river">Lee</span>, between two hills

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which are not improved. I went to the parsonage house of <span class="ps">Dr. Philips</span> which is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> plantation and fine retirement, but not finding him at home, I crossed the <span class="pn" title="river">Lee</span> again over a large bridge, and came five miles to <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span>, seeing the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ballincolly’ (%) Anon">Ballincollig</span></span> to the right, of which there are great remains. I went to <span class="ps">Mr. Falconor</span> my Banker and then to <span class="ps">Mr. Penrose</span> where I was invited to lodge.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10924">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10924">63.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-09-04">4th</span> I went three miles on the south side of the river to <span class="pn" title="estate">Riverstown</span>, a fine improved estate of the patrimony of the <span class="ps">Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Cork</span></span>: I dined and lay there.</p><a name="entry.d39976e10940">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e10940">64.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-09-05">5th</span> I set out and came to the river, and going eastward passed in four miles through <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Carigtohil’ (%) Anon">Carrigtwohill</span></span>, where is the burial place of the Cotters; in two miles more to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Middletown’ (%) Anon">Midletown</span></span>, a small market town and burrough, near a seat of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Middleton</span></span>'s, with a fine park belonging to it this is within two miles of <span class="pn">Cloyne</span>. I went three miles to <span class="pn">Castlemartyr</span> and saw the charter school for 40 children; founded by the encouragement given by <span class="ps">His Excellency Henry Boyle</span>, one of the Lords Justices and speaker of the House of Commons, who has a seat near. He has made an artificial water, it may be beyond anything in Europe; for it encompasses the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town to the east of this seat, and one may be rowed four miles on the Canal and serpentine rivers. From this place after I had taken some refreshment, I crossed the mountains of <span class="pn" title="town">Tallogh</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Waterford</span>, having had a fine view of the sea, and of the mouth of the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>. <span class="pn" title="town">Tallogh</span> is situated about a quarter of a mile south of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Bride</span> which two miles lower falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>; it is a market town and a Burrough, and they have a Barrack here: It is the estate of the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Burlington</span></span>. At <span class="pn">Curryglass</span> not far distant in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cork</span> is a pleasant seat and plantation, lately <span class="ps">Mr. Maynard</span>'s but now

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belongs to the Crown; the author of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cork</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘saies’ (%) Anon">says</span> that there is a fine white clay here with which the park walls are plaster'd and look very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>. I came in the evening to <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>, which is a village most pleasantly situated: The Castle and Cathedral are on a hanging ground, some of which is covered with wood over the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>: From the Castle and the Warren behind the Cathedral is a fine view of the river both ways, of the meadows on each side, of the wood on the hanging ground and of the Cascade from the Salmon <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Weer’ (%) Anon">Weir</span>; one sees the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> rock of Killree making out like a head to the north; and below that <span class="pn" title="town">Cappoquin</span> and its Castle: To the south a mountain torrent called <span class="pn" title="stream">Oenshad</span> falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span> directly opposite to the Castle through a Glyn or narrow vale, between the mountain, the lower parts of which are adorned with wood, from this there is an opening into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Tipperary</span>, and a way into that country by what they call <span class="pn">the Devil's Causeway</span>; on one side of it there is a fine Lough, in which there is the black Trout; and on each side of this Glyn are high mountains and particularly to the East the highest of them <span class="pn" title="mountain"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Knockmeildown’ (%) Anon">Knockmealdown</span></span>: the Quire part of the Cathedral is very old, built with sort of Pilasters at the corners, and long narrow windows on each side and at the end. It was founded by <span class="ps">St. Carthage als. Mocoddy</span> who was driven by <span class="ps">King Blathmac</span> out of the Abbey of <span class="pn" title="abbey">Batheny</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Westmeath</span>. He first founded an Abbey of <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular</span> of <span class="ps">St. Augustine</span>, where the Castle now is: He also founded a School or University here, which was afterwards governed by <span class="ps">St. Cataldus</span>, who in process of time became Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Tarentum</span>. <sup id="fnref:47.footnotes">47<a href="#fn:47.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> This Cathedral was 

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repaired by <span class="ps">Munchus King of <span class="pn" title="province">Munster</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1130">1130</span>. The body of the church is a modern building, probably of the time of <span class="ps">King Charles <span class="gn">2d.</span></span> The Chapter house is a good room, there are remains of the staircase in it, and signs of a room above in which they might keep the Archives of the Church. In the church are remains of the tomb of a Magrath in <span class="date" title="1557">1557</span> probably a relation of <span class="ps">Bishop McGrath</span>. The Chapter consists of a Dean, four other Dignitaries and nine Prebends, and it is founded on the rule of the Cathedral of <span class="pn">Sarum</span>. There are five vicars Choral, who ought to be presented by the Dignitaries to the Dean as they were formerly, and admitted by him. But the Dean puts them all in. The Author of the <span class="title" title="book">County of Waterford</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘saies’ (%) Anon">says</span> there was an Anchorite here, to whom <span class="pn">Baleyhausey</span> or <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Anchorets’ (%) Anon">Anchorites</span> Town did belong. And that there was a Lazaret or Hospital here, the Master of which was called the Prior of <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>. 'Tis said the Castle was built by <span class="ps">King John</span>, but soon destroyed by the Irish; and when rebuilt was the place of the Residence of the Bishops till <span class="ps">Miler McGrath</span> about <span class="date" title="1588">1588</span> granted it and other lands for a chiefry to <span class="ps">Sir Walter Rawleigh</span>, from whom it was purchased by the <span class="ps"><span class="gn">first</span> Earl of <span class="pn">Cork</span></span>. There is a Free School here founded by that Earl. <span class="ps">Sir Robert Boyle</span> was born in this Castle, and if I mistake not <span class="ps" title="William Congreve">Congreve the Poet</span>. I lay at Dean Jervais's and on the {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> through the old Park of <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>, now disparked two miles to the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span> opposite to <span class="pn" title="estate">Drummannah</span> <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Grandison</span></span>'s, leaving the old mount or Fort to the left in the way to <span class="pn" title="town">Cappoquin</span>, from which <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span> (The Great Fort) has its name and also <span class="pn" title="estate">Kilbree</span>, an estate of the Bishop's, where on a hanging ground over the river is an old House, said to be on the site of an old Castle built by <span class="ps">King John</span>. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> further to the west is the rock 

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of <span class="pn">Kilbree</span> already mentioned, it is to the left over the river, and is a glorious situation for a house; and also <span class="pn" title="town">Cappoquin</span> over which one passes by a long wooden bridge; it is a very small town of one Street with a Barrack at the end of it, for one troop of horse: The Castle over the town is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> situation and commands a fine view of the Country every way, and particularly of the rich vale to the east, as far as <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span>. Between this and <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span> at <span class="pn">Salt Bridge</span> north of the river were Iron works and Iron mines near and a vein of Iron runs through the Park. There are at present Iron works at <span class="pn">Araglas</span> to the west of <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>. I crossed the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span> to <span class="pn">Drumanna</span> to the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="an">Grandison</span></span>'s, situated on a rock over the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>, where there was formerly a Castle; the hanging ground and wood on it to the south of it is beautifully laid out in Terraces, slopes and walks down to the river which is navigable to <span class="pn" title="town">Cappoquin</span> for large vessels, and the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> goes up near to <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>. There is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> avenue to Drumanna house from the east: To the north of which is first a wood and several pieces of Water, and then a Park and fine enclosures down to the <span class="pn" title="river">Phinisk</span>, which is the bounds between this Estate and Affane; to the south is a new planted wood of many sorts of trees, with <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘firrs’ (%) Anon">firs</span> on each side of the ridings, and near the house is a Green, on one side of which my Lord has built seven houses; that in the middle is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> edifice for an Inn, the other are for necessary tradesmen.</p><a name="entry.d39976e11339">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e11339">65.</h2><p>On the {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} I went with <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Grandison</span></span> in his chaise half a mile to see a new town he has built called <span class="pn">Villers Town</span>; the design is two streets crossing each other with a square in the middle for a market and chapel; there are 24 houses built with a garden to each of them and his Lordship is bringing in

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about eighty acres of Land at great <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘expence’ (%) Anon">expense</span> for pasturage for the town for as they are all linnen weavers they are not to be diverted by farming: Here are above twenty of the Charter boys apprenticed to the weavers; and My Lord settles a Curate here and intends to build a Chapel; this Chapel is since built. One of the Streets is to be <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘carryed’ (%) Anon">carried</span> down to the river, at a place where a small rivlet runs into it, on which, above the town, is a very good bleach yard. His Lordship is about to build a wall to enclose the land for a park between what is designed for this town and the other lands which he has cultivated. I walked in the afternoon about the garden improvements, and went to see the houses on the Green.</p><a name="entry.d39976e11363">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e11363">66.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-09-01">1st of September</span> I took leave of the Earl and Countess for so that Lady is distinguished, the daughter being made Viscountess Grandison by Patent to discend to her Heirs Male and is married to <span class="ps">Mr. Mason</span>. I crossed the <span class="pn" title="river">Phinisk</span> on a bridge and came near <span class="pn">Affane</span> famous for a particular sort of Cherry, something like a white heart, which <span class="ps" title="Sir Walter Raleigh">Sir Walter Rawleigh</span> brought from the Canary Islands. At new <span class="pn">Affane</span> is a quarry of black and white marble; and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below it at <span class="pn" title="estate">Torrein</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Nettles</span> is a marble of many colours mostly Brown, white, yellow, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘blew’ (%) Anon">blue</span>. This place is also famous for <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cyder’ (%) Anon">cider</span>; the plantation of apples having been made in these parts, by the tenants of the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Cork</span></span>. I crossed to the other road leading from <span class="pn" title="town">Cappoquin</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span>, leaving the Parish of <span class="pn" title="parish">Whitechurch</span> to the right, in which at <span class="pn">Baleylemon</span> they have good marle, and in digging for it, they found the horns and most of the bones of a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mouse’ (%) Anon">Moose</span> Deer or Elk, which I saw at the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="an">Grandison</span></span>'s, a rib also was found a mile from <span class="pn">Whitechurch</span>, thought to be of an Elephant, but possibly might be the rib of a Whale. At <span class="pn">Ballylemon</span> also there is a quarry of 

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fine dove-coloured and white marble, and at <span class="pn">Kilcrump</span> in the parish of <span class="pn" title="parish">Whitechurch</span> is a black marble, which lies deep and is therefore neglected. I left this road and got into the <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> road which crosses the Parish of <span class="pn" title="parish">Modeligo</span>, in which I saw some <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> remains of <span class="pn" title="castle">Mountain Castle</span> and another entire Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Slady</span>, both belonging anciently to the <span class="on" title="family"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Magrathes’ (%) Anon">Magraths</span></span>. I came into the road from <span class="pn" title="town">Cappoquin</span> to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> and passed by an old Redout for soldiers against Raparees now an Alehouse called <span class="pn">Ballinemult</span> in the parish of <span class="pn" title="parish">Seskinan</span>: Ascending the hill beyond this place, I had a glorious view of the fine country of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span> and of the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, which runs towards <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span>: We crossed here a small part of that County and descended to Four mile water or the <span class="pn" title="river">Nier</span>, at a bridge over it, where there is a small village at which we dined; and crossing the river came again into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Waterford</span>. This river rises out of the same mountains as the <span class="pn" title="river">Tey</span> which runs by <span class="pn">Killrossanty</span>, and the <span class="pn" title="river">Malon</span> which runs by <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kilmac Thomas’ (%) Anon">Kilmacthomas</span></span>, and runs into the sea at <span class="pn">Knockanmahon</span>, and the <span class="pn" title="river">Cloough</span> which runs by <span class="pn" title="estate">Curraghmore</span> <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Tyrone</span></span>'s seat and so by <span class="pn">Portlaw</span> in the road from <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> and falls into the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>. Ascending the foot of an hill, we had a view of <span class="pn" title="estate">Kilbruantine</span> a very pleasant seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Rode Green</span>'s over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>; just opposite to it is <span class="pn" title="estate">Knocklofty</span> an exceeding fine situation of <span class="ps">Mr. Hutchinson</span>'s in the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span>. Near <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘spaw’ (%) Anon">spa</span> water, not much frequented at this time. About two miles further brought us to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> on the other side of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Tipperary</span>, a very pleasant situation and a thriving town well laid out. Here they have a Manufactory of Serges and other woollen goods, the Assizes are held at this place for the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span>, and at that time great contracts are made for

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wool: It was the Capital of the Duke or Ormond's Palatinate of the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span>, which was dissolved on the forfeiture of that Nobleman's estate. There is one parish Church in this town, and the Church of the Convent of Minorets, is converted into a Meeting house. Near this town is a very neat well regulated Charter School, for 20 boys and 20 girls, founded on a legacy left by <span class="ps">Mr. Dawson</span>. There is a horse barrack in this town: on the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Waterford</span> side is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘spaw’ (%) Anon">spa</span> water formerly frequented. I set out for <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span>, call'd 8 miles but cannot be less than 12 measured miles. I passed by <span class="pn">Donoghmore</span> and in sight of the large Castle of <span class="pn">Mocklerstown</span>. <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span> is situated in a very fine Country two miles from the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, and at the foot of the hill on which the old Cathedral stands called the <span class="pn" title="rock">Rock of Cashel</span>; It is a poor town, but as the new road from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Cork</span> is to pass through it, it is probable that will improve the town. There is no certain account of anything relating to the See of <span class="pn" title="see">Cashel</span> before <span class="ps">Cormac King and Bishop of <span class="pn">Cashel</span></span> in <span class="date" title="901">901</span>, who is said to have built that curious old Chapel <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to the Cathedral, called <span class="pn" title="chapel">King Cormac's Chapel</span>, which is arched over and adorned with many <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> pillars like the buildings about the time of <span class="ps">William <span class="an">the Conqueror</span></span>: In <span class="date" title="1134">1134</span> <span class="ps">Donald O'Brien King of <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span></span> built a new Church, probably the old Quire, and made a Chapel or Chapter house of the old Church: there is a fine arch now decaying over the middle of the Cross Isle. To the west of the Church and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to it, is a building called King Cormac's palace which was the habitation doubtless of the succeeding Bishops. There are remains in the Church yard of a very ancient Cross. This church is built on a very fine high rock, the top of which is cover'd with Verdure and <span class="ps">Archbishop Bolton</span> made an easy ascent up to it; it commands

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a fine view of all the country round about. In <span class="date" title="1569">1569</span> the See of <span class="pn" title="see">Emly</span> was united to this Archbishoprick. In <span class="ps">Archbishop Price</span>'s time, a few years ago the Cathedral service was removed from this place to the parish Church. There are remains of a Convent here, for there were two, one of Mendicants, and the other of Minorites. Near this town is <span class="pn" title="abbey">Hore Abby</span> of St. Mary which belonged to Cistertians. A very fine house was begun here by <span class="ps">Archbishop Goodwin</span> and finished by <span class="ps">Bolton</span>, with offices for Registry and Library and he left the best part of his Books to it: The late <span class="ps">Archbishop Price</span> was a Benefactor towards building a Sumptuous Charter School for sixty children. I went to see it, I set out to the west and passed by <span class="pn" title="estate">New Park</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Pennyfeather</span>'s seat two miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span>, and in three computed miles more came to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Killenaul’ (%) Anon">Killenaule</span></span>, a small poor town near the Collieries of Coal, which go by that name, a swifter coal than the <span class="pn" title="county">Kilkenny</span> coal, and not so full of Sulphur; here I lay.</p><a name="entry.d39976e11778">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e11778">67.</h2><p>And the next day the <span class="date" title="1752-09-14">14th</span> (by the change of the style from the old to New) <sup id="fnref:48.footnotes">48<a href="#fn:48.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> I went forward and travelling five miles to the north came to <span class="pn">Kilcooly</span> where there is an old Castle and near it the seat of <span class="ps">Sir William Barker</span> just on the edge of the bog of <span class="pn" title="bog">Menela</span>. There is another road from <span class="pn">Killeneaule</span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span> by <span class="pn">Callaghan</span> but much worse. I then turned to the east, and entering the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kilkenny</span> in two miles came to <span class="pn">Killaghy</span> and saw near it <span class="pn">Kilrush</span>, the seat of <span class="ps">General St. George</span>, which his Brother the Dean who is in remainder has taken from him; this is a very fine County. We soon came to <span class="pn" title="estate">St. Albans</span>, a handsome park and plantation of <span class="ps">Councellor Cuff</span>'s, who has a good house here. Ascending a hill we had a glorious view of the fine Country Northward along the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> beyond <span class="pn" title="town">Durrow</span> and southward to <span class="pn">Callaghan</span> and all the country below <span class="pn" title="city"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kilkeny’ (%) Anon">Kilkenny</span></span> on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>: 

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and after riding about four miles came to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span> most pleasantly situated on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>. <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span> consists of two parts, the city to the south, and the Burrough of St. Kenny's to the north belonging to the Bishop. The See of <span class="pn" title="see">Ossory</span> was first fixed by <span class="ps">St. Kiaran</span> at <span class="pn">Saiger</span> now <span class="pn">Seir-Keran</span> in <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ely O carol’ (%) Anon">Ely O'Carroll</span></span> in the time of <span class="ps">St. Patrick</span>, which about <span class="date" title="1052">1052</span> was removed to the Abby of <span class="pn" title="abbey">Aghabo</span>, of which in <span class="date" title="599">599</span> <span class="ps">St. Kenny</span> was first Abbot and was there <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span>: in the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">2d.</span></span> the See was removed to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>: <span class="ps">Bishop Hacket</span> is said to have built the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Belfery’ (%) Anon">belfry</span> of polish'd marble. There is a fine round tower here, probably built to the honour of <span class="ps">St. Kenny</span>. The Bishop had houses at Aghore and Freinston, repaired by Bishop Canewell: This Cathedral is looked on as one of the best in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. Near it is the Bishop's house most pleasantly situated on a height over the river. There was a Priory on the east side of the town for <span class="on" title="order">Canons</span> of <span class="ps">St. Augustine</span> founded by <span class="ps">William Marescall <span class="gn">the elder</span>, Earl of <span class="pn">Pembroke</span></span>, which I take to have been where there are the remains on a Convent on the east side of the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>; the sides of the church are all window, and it looks very light. There was a Convent of Minorites on the bank of the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>, which I take to be the church lately rebuilt near the bridge. There was also one of Mendicants founded by <span class="ps">William Marescall <span class="gn">junior</span> Earl of <span class="pn">Pembroke</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1225">1225</span>. There is a free school here with an endowment, if I mistake not of £120 a year, a house and pleasant meadows on the river; and is the only one in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> that has some face of a publick school; but the prices are risen so high, that it is to be feared it will fall in its credit. This school was I suppose founded by the <span class="on" title="family">Ormond family</span>, who resided in the Castle here, which is a noble house situated on a height over the river with a hanging 

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ground under it, covered with wood. There is a grand Corinthian gate at the entrance of this house, and at each angle in front a noble round tower: it was very finely furnished, and the furniture was bought by one Hacket a Creature of the family, who when he came to take down the hangings and tapestry, found a second <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘sett’ (%) Anon">set</span> under them, which no one knew of, the others being as 'tis suppos'd put up in haste. There are building here, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Session house and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Jayl’ (%) Anon">jail</span> of Kilkenny Marble, with which marble the houses are built, and the streets are paved: of this place it is said that, there is fire without smoke, Water without mud, and Air without Fog; the former is not a benefit as the Coal is so full of Sulphur, that people who are not used to it, cannot bear it in a room; but when burnt first in the Kitchen, the Cinders make a good tolerable fire, but it never flames, must not be stirr'd and looks like red hot iron, it makes an excellent kitchen fire: The coal is found in the hills about five or six miles to the north east of the town; and the Collieries belong to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Castlecomer</span></span>. The Kilkenny marble quarry is half a mile to the south of the town, and is a very fine one; they can raise stones of any length; I have seen them fourteen feet long in entire pillars and jaumes of doors of one stone; they have Machinery turned by water for sawing and polishing, and formerly they had them even for turning, and made punch bowls, tea dishes, saucers and frames of pictures. The marble is of two or three kinds, the white being mostly made by petrified shells, but there is a sort called the feather marble from some resemblance of feathers. Some of the marble of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kerry</span>, is still more <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> than this, in a variety of petrified shells: This marble makes very fine cisterns, which have been <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘carryed’ (%) Anon">carried</span> into Italy and much

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valued. The park of <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span> is on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> and much esteemed for the pleasantness of it; and beyond it are some remarkable Caverns. The Charter School for forty boys is a mile out of the town and is very well regulated. I dined at <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>, walk'd to the school, and rode three miles in the evening to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bennets bridge’ (%) Anon">Bennetsbridge</span></span>, on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> Here frequent camps have been pitched in order to discipline and review the army, particularly one in <span class="date" title="1745">1745</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e12061">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e12061">68.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-09-15">15th</span> I crossed this bridge and went on the east side of the river, and soon saw on the other side a very pleasant seat on the hanging ground over it, belonging to <span class="ps">Mr. Griffith</span>: I soon after passed by the seat of the <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ikeran’ (%) Anon">Ikerrin</span></span>, now Earl of <span class="pn">Carrick</span></span>, with fine plantations about it, and saw to the east <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span>, where there is near the Church, one of the round towers. I came to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Thomas Town’ (%) Anon">Thomastown</span></span>, a small market town and Burrough on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>, to which place it is navigable for small boats: Between this and Ross is another burrough town called <span class="pn" title="town">Innisteag</span>. At <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Thomas Town’ (%) Anon">Thomastown</span></span> are remains of a fine large Church: A mile beyond the town in the way to <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> are great remains of the <span class="pn" title="abbey">Abby of St. Mary of Jerpont</span>, it was for Cistertian Monks, founded by <span class="ps">Donald King of <span class="pn">Ossory</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1180">1180</span>, whose monument is here, as well as that of <span class="ps">Felix O'Dallan</span>, who transferred the See of <span class="pn" title="see">Ossory</span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>; the Abbot had a seat in Parliament. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> lower the river {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} falls from the west into the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> which rises at <span class="pn">Kilcooly</span>, by which I passed out of the bog of <span class="pn" title="bog">Monela</span>, then runs by <span class="pn" title="town">Callan</span> a small town which I have been at, near <span class="ps">Lord Disert</span>'s seat: and afterwards by <span class="pn">Kells</span>, through which I have passed in the way from <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span> to <span class="pn">Carrick</span>, at which place there is a round tower, there was a Priory of <span class="on" title="order">Augustinian Canons</span>. Going on over the heathy mountain I saw to the west <span class="pn">Knocktopher</span>, where I

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have often been, and where there was a <span class="on" title="order">Carmelite</span> Convent founded by <span class="ps">James <span class="gn">the Second</span> Earl of <span class="an">Ormond</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1356">1356</span>. In seven miles from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Thomas Town’ (%) Anon">Thomastown</span></span> we passed by <span class="pn" title="well">Luke's Well</span>, a place of great Devotion, and in seven more came to <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span>, a city which stands very pleasantly on the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, having the finest <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Key’ (%) Anon">quay</span> in Europe, except that of <span class="pn" title="city">Messina</span> in <span class="pn" title="island">Sicily</span> and is half a mile long and of a good breadth. This city was built some hundred years before <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">2nd</span></span> by the <span class="on">Ostmen</span> or <span class="on">Danes</span>. The old town was in a triangular form with a tower at each corner, first Reginald's or Ring tower at the south east corner, then it went along by High Street westward to Turgesius's Tower in Baron Strand Street, from which it extended to St. Martin's Castle by Lady lane and so to Ringtower: It afterwards took in all to John's Gate, Stephen's Gate, Patrick gate and to the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Key’ (%) Anon">quay</span>, and it is probable the river came anciently to the town walls: and that the pill or mill race from it washed the southern walls: The City was then enlarged by the English; and I observed the old walls to the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Key’ (%) Anon">quay</span> were built of large stones, which are a cement of pebbles and must have been brought from the other side, all the Country being of that kind of stone. Near Patrick's Gate was a square Fort by way of Citadel, where the Barracks are now built. The Cathedral called <span class="pn" title="cathedral">Christ Church</span> dedicated to the Trinity is said to have been built by the <span class="on">Danes</span>; and Malchus was the first Bishop in <span class="date" title="1096">1096</span>. It is a plain building consisting of the body, the Quire, two Isles and the parish Church of Trinity behind the Quire. To the north was Rices Chapel and the Chapter house, both now pulled down: In the former was a curious Monument of the Rices now in the parish Church: On the south side is St. Saviours Chapel, now the Bishop's Court, and St. 

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Nicholas now the Vestry and Chapter house; there is also a chapel opposite to the Bishop's Court. The Quire has lately been much ornamented if intermixture of Grecian with Gothick Architecture be call'd an ornament by a Corinthian Altar piece, which is the gift of <span class="ps">Mrs. Susannah Mason</span> and cost £200;—by a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Canopy over the seat of the Mayor and Aldermen, and by the same over the galleries, and the seats of the families of the Bishops and Dignitaries, by making a Gallery to the north for the Soldiers, to the west over the Organ for the Charity boys—by adorning the Galleries with handsome Ballustrades, new seating the Church and paving it with black and white marble, to which besides the white marble the <span class="ps">Revd. Dr. Jeremiah Milles, Chantor of the Cathedral of <span class="pn">Exeter</span></span> as he was likewise formerly of this Church and Treasurer of <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>, gave the sum of fifty pounds: <sup id="fnref:49.footnotes">49<a href="#fn:49.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> St. Olave's and St. Patrick's Church are both paved with black and white marble, adorned with <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Altar pieces. Pulpits and thrones, and all the seats are so disposed, that the people stand with their faces to the east, the men on one side and the women on the other: these Churches were order'd in this manner and adorned under the care of <span class="ps">Dr. Thomas Milles Bishop of <span class="pn">Waterford</span> and <span class="pn">Lismore</span></span>; who published a learned edition of St. Cyril of Jerusalem, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘writ’ (%) Anon">wrote</span> a Treatise against <span class="ps" title="Henry Dodwell">Mr. Dodwell</span> of the Immortality of the Soul. <sup id="fnref:50.footnotes">50<a href="#fn:50.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> There was a 

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<span class="on" title="order">Dominican</span> Convent in this city, called the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘White Fryars’ (%) Anon">White Friars</span>, the Church of which is now the County Court house: The <span class="on" title="order">Benedictine</span> <span class="pn" title="convent">Convent of St. John</span>, founded by <span class="ps">King John</span>, and the <span class="on" title="order">Franciscan</span> <span class="pn" title="convent">Convent of the Holy Ghost</span>, the Church of which now belongs to the French; another part of it is an Hospital for twenty four Popish widows, founded by the <span class="on" title="family">Walshes</span>. Lastly, St. Catherines Priory for <span class="on" title="order">Canons of <span class="ps">St. Victor</span></span>. The Lepers Hospital was founded by the <span class="on" title="family">Powers Lords of Tyrone</span>, and the lands are now applied to an Infirmary, and £100 a year to ten decayed house keepers; and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to it is another Infirmary founded by the late <span class="ps">Countess of <span class="pn">Tyrone</span></span>, which are attended by the same officers: Opposite to the Cathedral is built a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> House called the Apartment, for ten clergymens' widows, and there are two houses more; they have £10 a year; all the Benefaction of <span class="ps">Bishop Gore</span>; it is built on the place where <span class="ps">King John</span>'s house was situated. The Bishop's House is a fine building of hewn stone begun by <span class="ps">Bishop Este</span>, but is not finished. The city Court house and Exchange, the city <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘jayle’ (%) Anon">jail</span> and the fish market, are also <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> buildings of hewn stone, and the Custom house of Brick, with hewn stone windows. The Charity School founded by <span class="ps">Bishop Foy</span>, for 75 boys, is also of Hewn stone, a low Decent building, they are cloth'd and taught, the master has £60 a year and the Catechist £15; and there is a fund for binding them out apprentices. <span class="ps">Mrs. Mary Mason</span> also erected a good building of Brick, with stone window Cases for thirty girls, who are clothed, fed, lodged, taught to read and work. Behind the Bishop's House where the Mill dam was, is a fine walk, planted with double rows of trees, and is called the Mall; just beyond which at the end of the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Key’ (%) Anon">quay</span>, is a fine Bowling green on the River. <span class="ps">Mr. 

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Barker</span>'s hanging gardens are very beautiful. <span class="ps">Mr. Wyse</span>'s Mills are well worth seeing, in which the preparing of wheat to make flower is performed by Water Wheels; he has also a smelting house there, a manufacture of pins and several other works. There is also a Dock in the marsh for repairing of ships with water pipes laid to it. <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Thep’ by BF">They</span> have a considerable trade here to <span class="pn" title="city">Cadiz</span>, sending Butter, Herrings, &amp;c:<br/>
and bring back, fruit, Spanish wines, &amp;c.: They send butter to <span class="pn" title="country">Holland</span>; the <span class="pn">Newfoundland</span> ships come here and take in Pork, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘course’ (%) Anon">coarse</span> Linnen and other provisions: They send work'd woollen yarn, Raw hides and Tallow to <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>. The Linnen Manufacture is carried on here of late years with great success. Near <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> <span class="pn" title="parish">Kilbarry</span> is a parish where there was a Preceptory belonging to the Knights of Jerusalem, and the lands of the whole parish belong to it.</p><a name="entry.d39976e12525">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e12525">69.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-09-18">18th</span> I went from <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> to <span class="pn" title="bay">Tramore Bay</span>, passing by <span class="pn" title="estate">Balinemona</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Carew</span>. <span class="pn" title="bay">Tramore Bay</span> is about two miles broad, and has an exceeding fine strand, a rivlet falls into it at the east end where the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> coming in, makes the north strand, divided from the other by a strip of land and some sandy hills, and it contains if I mistake not near 2000 acres, and when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> is in, it appears like a fine lake. There is a great Concourse of people of late to this place, in the summer to bathe, and to drink the salt water: and My Worthy friend <span class="ps">Dr. Thomas Archdeacon of <span class="pn">Lismore</span> and Vicar General of the Diocese</span>, has built a turret here, in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> situation, with one large room up one pair of stairs, and great conveniences under it. <sup id="fnref:51.footnotes">51<a href="#fn:51.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> At this bay are a great variety of curious granites, marbles and jaspars, that have been rolled from the sea; some of which I have had polish'd 

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and are very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>; and to the west is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> bay called, if I mistake not, <span class="pn" title="bay">Carol's Bay</span>, in which I have been informed are many curious pebbles. There is a bed of excellent oysters in the river which falls into the bay, but they are very scarce. On the other side of this rivlet, on the north side of which is a harbour for small craft, <span class="ps">Mr. Wyse</span> has a small country house, to which one fords the river; on the sands near it, I have seen Asparagus grow wild, as Eringo does also in great plenty. Going along the sea coast towards <span class="pn" title="harbour">Waterford Harbour</span> are several caves from the sea, with openings from them to the surface above: one of the finest of them is called the Bishop's hole; a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> within the mouth of the harbour is a very small bay, called white house bay: on one side are the remains of an old Castle and opposite to it, is a pleasant box call'd Nymph Hall belonging to <span class="ps">Dr. John Alcocks Dean of <span class="pn">Ferns</span></span> and left him by <span class="ps">Mr. Henry Mason</span>: Beyond it is <span class="pn" title="castle">Dunmore Castle</span>, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> further <span class="pn" title="estate">Woodstown</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mrs. Motloe</span>, from which there is a strand to Passage; but before one comes to it in land is <span class="pn" title="castle">Crook Castle</span> and a church that belonged to the <span class="on" title="order">Templars</span>. Passage is the place where ships <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> that wait either to go up to the town or sail out of the harbour. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town is situated on a narrow slip under a steep high hill. Further on is Faith leg <span class="ps">Mr. Bolton</span>'s house and estate, on it is Cheek-point hill, from the top of which is a glorious prospect: The <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> and <span class="pn" title="river">Barrow</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> above <span class="pn">Ross</span> fall into the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>. Opposite to this place, having made {<span class="fa" title="gap one or two words">⬌</span>} what is called the <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Great Island</span>, tho' it is only a peninsula; going on towards <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> is <span class="pn" title="estate">Ballymakill</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Dobbyn</span>, a very ancient family, opposite to which is the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Island, a fine spot of ground of about an hundred acres, there is a Castle on it, but no spring. Inland

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<span class="pn">Killure</span> a Preceptory of the <span class="on" title="order">Knights Templars</span>, and Bishops Court a ruined Country house of the <span class="ps">Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Waterford</span></span>. Passing <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> and continuing up the river first is <span class="pn" title="estate">Grace Dieu</span> where there is an house on a height, a most pleasant situation and beyond it a good house by the water side which belongs to <span class="ps">Mr. Anderson</span>. About two miles further is <span class="pn" title="church">Skilloteran</span>, a very neat church on a rivlet, and opposite to it is the Charter School for forty children, founded on the encouragement given by the city of <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> and neighbouring Gentlemen. Near this is a very fine slate Quarry, and about half a mile farther in a bottom on a small rivlet is <span class="pn" title="estate">Whitfield</span>, a seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Christmas</span>'s, a small house with a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Apartment added to it; the gardens are pretty and a proper advantage is taken of the great command of water; <span class="ps">Mrs. Christmas</span> made a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> shell-room of a Summer house, in which there are a great number of fine shells, Corals and pieces of Statuary and Grotesque China. Near <span class="pn" title="church">Lisnekil church</span> in an ancient Danish fort were found two urns of Coarse earth, in one there was a black earth or Ashes, in the other a bracelet of pure gold, weighing about five ounces. At the mouth of this rivlet on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> is a pleasant box, late <span class="ps">Mr. Ivies</span>, now the habitation of <span class="ps">Mr. Southwell</span>. To the south east of <span class="pn">Lisnekil</span> is an old Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Butlers Castle</span>. It is to be observed that all along on this side of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> there is no lime stone, but plenty of it on the other side, except that about <span class="pn">Kilmeaden</span> they find it in a marle they have there, some of which is in large lumps: but this marle is of such a nature, that tho' it has been <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tryed’ (%) Anon">tried</span> every way, they cannot find it does any good to the land. At <span class="pn">Kilmeaden</span> just over the water is a small house of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donerails’ (%) Anon">Doneraile</span></span></span>'s, now inhabited by <span class="ps">Mr. Usher</span>; there is also a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘spaw’ (%) Anon">spa</span> water at <span class="pn">Kilmeaden</span>: and <span class="ps">Mr. Wyse</span> has

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lately made a rivlet navigable from the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> about half a furlong {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} to Mills he has built for rowling Copper, smiteing Iron and several other works. Going further up the river, close to it is <span class="pn" title="estate">Mayfield</span>, the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. May</span> built <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to <span class="pn" title="castle">Rochet's Castle</span>; near this the river <span class="pn" title="river">Clodugh</span> falls into the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, on which about two miles higher is <span class="pn" title="estate">Curraghmore</span>, the seat of the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Tyrone</span></span>, situated in a bottom. The house is grand and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘comands’ (%) Anon">commands</span> a view of the mountains to the south west. To the west of it, is a fine artificial Serpentine river and walks are cut through a beautiful wood of well grown oaks. <span class="ps">Lady <span class="an">Tyrone</span></span> is making a fine Grotto near it, in which there is a grand profusion of curious shells and Corals. They have a piece of Chrystal in this family of which the country people have a notion, that if is put into the water which the Cattle drink, it will cure the Murrain, it is sent for even from distant places for this purpose. <sup id="fnref:52.footnotes">52<a href="#fn:52.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> In a bog near this place, two of those brass heads of an ancient offensive weapon call'd Celts were found, of which so many have been dug up in several parts of <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>. <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Tyrone</span></span> has rebuilt in a very elegant manner the parish Church of <span class="pn" title="church">Clonegam</span>. Following the course of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> above <span class="pn" title="estate">Mayfield</span> is a ruinous house in a pleasant situation over an height <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘caled’ (%) Anon">called</span> <span class="pn">Montpelier</span>, and belongs to the <span class="on" title="family">Bolton family</span>. We then come to <span class="pn">Carrick-beg</span> opposite to <span class="pn">Carrick</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span>; here was a Minoret Convent, the tower of which is remarkable, it is built on the side wall of the Church from one point as in the middle of the wall below. At this place is the church of <span class="pn" title="parish"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kilmolleran’ (%) Anon">Killmolleran</span></span>, a parish <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘absorpt’ (%) Anon">absorbed</span> in that of Desert, from which it is called the Prebendary and Vicaridge of <span class="pn">Desert</span> and <span class="pn">Killmolleran</span>; but 

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the bounds of the two ancient parishes are not known tho' probably it was the stream at <span class="pn">Coolnemuckey</span>: At <span class="pn">Carrickbeg</span> is a large stone bridge over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>. In a quarry of soft stone above this place are many Dendrites, formed by the shooting of some minerals, but they easily wash out. To the south at a distance from the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, is the large parish of <span class="pn">Mothil</span>; near the parish church are remains of an old Convent of Cistertian or Augustinian Monks. <span class="pn" title="castle">Coolnemucky</span> on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> is an old Castle of <span class="ps">Mr. Wall</span>'s, to the East of it I saw formerly an oak standing called the <span class="name" title="bláthóg: tree: oak">Blahoge</span>, the trunk of which was about ten feet diameter, and the boughs spread as it is said, over near an acre of ground: On the side of the hill to the south of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cool ne Muchy’ (%) Anon">Coolnemucky</span></span>, is a fine plantation of 20,000 <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘firrs’ (%) Anon">firs</span>, which thrive much: A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> further is <span class="pn">Churchtown</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Disney</span> on the river where there is a ford, and there is another about three miles higher, and on a river a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond the Church of <span class="pn" title="church">Desert</span> is Glyn a house belonging to <span class="ps">Mr. Congreve</span>, formerly a Castle of the <span class="on" title="family">Everards</span>: At <span class="pn">Bolenhendeport</span> upon the mountain, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘saies’ (%) Anon">says</span> the Author of the <span class="title" title="book">County of Waterford</span>, was an Abby, rather a Convent of <span class="ps">St. Madock</span> for <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular</span> of <span class="ps">St. Augustine</span>. On the first mountain are the houses of several gentlemen farmers, who have small estates here, mostly the <span class="on" title="family">Powers</span>. This flat on the top of the hills is a pretty good country, and extends two or three miles to the high mountains of <span class="pn">Cummora</span>, which stretch near as far as <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span>: on the top of them I have been informed, is a large Lake. This country and the eastern part of the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Decies</span>, is called the <span class="pn">Powers' Country</span> because it was mostly inhabited by people of that name. Within two miles of <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> is an old Castle, if I mistake not, called <span class="pn" title="castle">Tuchencore</span>, belonging to <span class="ps">Sir William Osborn</span>: about two miles 

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above <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, they find excellent marle, and from it the estate of <span class="ps">Mr. Moore</span> is called <span class="pn" title="estate">Marlefield</span>. As I have before given an account of this country, as I travelled through it as far as <span class="pn">Drumanna</span> and <span class="pn">Villerstown</span>, I shall go on with it to the south from those places. And first on the west side of the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>. To the west of <span class="pn">Tallon</span> is the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Lisfinny</span> formerly belonging to the Earls of Desmond. Towards <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Youghall’ (%) Anon">Youghall</span></span> on a rock over the river is the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Strancaley</span>, from which there is a passage cut through the rock to the river; there are traditions of the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Desmond</span></span> confining people here, leaving them to perish, and seizing on their Estates, on which part of the Castle and rock were blown up. Lower are the Castles of <span class="pn" title="castle">Temple Michael</span> and <span class="pn" title="castle">Rhincrow alias Kilcrow</span>, of which there is a tradition that it was the place of the <span class="on" title="order">Knights Templars</span>. Near this is <span class="pn" title="estate">Balyntray</span>, the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Smith</span>, opposite to which is an island called <span class="pn" title="island">Der Inis</span> and sometimes the <span class="pn" title="island">Isle of S. Molanfioe</span> or Molanna, from a Convent there of <span class="on" title="order">Regular Canons</span> founded by that saint in the 6th Century. Here they say <span class="ps" title="Raymond le Gros">Reymond <span class="an">le Gross</span></span> was buried, who in the time of <span class="ps">Henry <span class="gn">IId.</span></span> had a great share in the Conquest of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. Near this is the bounds of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cork</span> round by a rivlet to the south: Going on the other side of the river we met with a large Castle, said to be built by <span class="ps">King John</span>, and is called in Irish <span class="pn" title="castle">Clough</span>, I should before have mentioned that on the <span class="pn" title="river">Phinisk</span> north of <span class="pn">Drumanna</span> is <span class="pn">Bewley</span>, where there are ruins, said to be an house of the <span class="on" title="order">Templars</span>, but there is no account of it. At <span class="pn">Ballina Multina</span> there is a quarry of good slates. About <span class="pn">Clashmore</span> the river <span class="pn" title="river">Lichey</span> falls from the east into the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>, on which is the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Balyheny</span>; At <span class="pn">Clashmore</span> there was a Convent of <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular</span> founded in the 7th Century by <span class="ps">St. Cronan Mockoa</span>.</p><span class="fa fa-bookmark" title="p.140" id="pb.140"> p.140</span><p><span class="pn">Kinsale beg</span> is opposite to <span class="pn" title="town">Youghal</span>, where the church was roofed and covered by <span class="ps">Bishop Milles</span>, but all the Protestant inhabitants leaving the Parish it was not finished. Near it is <span class="pn" title="estate">Prospect Hall</span>, the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Bernard</span>, from which there is a fine view of <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Youghall’ (%) Anon">Youghall</span></span> on the river which is built up the side of a hill, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> like the situation of <span class="pn" title="city">Constantinople</span>, to the south west was a fine Strand four miles long, but by some accident was spoiled for riding: <span class="pn" title="estate">Pilestown</span> is the estate of the <span class="on" title="family">Walshes</span> where judge Walsh lived, who is supposed to be the author of the forged Commission in favour of the Irish Rebels, in the time of <span class="ps">King Charles <span class="gn">the First</span></span>, according to the Author of the <span class="title" title="book">County of Waterford</span>. We now leave the river and turn eastward along the shore and soon came to <span class="pn">Ardmore</span>, the great (head or height) from a head of land at this place; It was anciently the See of a Bishoprick founded by <span class="ps">St. Declan</span> of this county who was the first Bishop, about the time of <span class="ps">St. Patrick</span>: They say, he founded a Monastery here, which might be at the old church over the Sea-cliff; where there are remains of a very ancient building; the Cathedral probably was where the present parish church is, at the west end of which are some curious old reliefs of Saints, of Adam and Eve, &amp;c. the chancel only is covered for the Parish church. Near it is a small square building where <span class="ps">St. Declan</span> is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span>: there is the finest and best built round tower here in the Kingdom, fifteen feet in diameter and above a hundred high, it is divided into five parts by four water tables, there are at top two or three beams of timber for hanging a Bell, for which use it certainly served, there being very plain channels in the stones at the bottom of the door worn by the ropes. There are also remains of an old Castle here; on the head of land were formerly lead

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mines, and searching of late for ore they found they were worn out, This parish extends a great way into the mountains to the north and four miles to the eastward. There is a great <span class="term" title="typefestival">Pattern</span> held here on <span class="ps">St. Declan</span>'s day and penances are performed by creeping under a stone, concerning which they have some strange tradition: old mines also are seen over the mountains, which if I mistake not, are said to have been Iron mines. They have a fine Strand here and a pretty good fishery: Between this and <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span> is <span class="pn" title="parish">Rineogonah</span> parish, from which one may pass over the Strand to <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span>: but the more common way is over very dismal mountains, which are near on a level with the ground towards the sea, but there is a great descent from them to the vale in which <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span> is situated on a Bay into which the small river of <span class="pn" title="river">Colligan</span> and <span class="pn" title="river">Briskey</span> fall, the latter is a great torrent after rains. It is situated on the south side of the river and is a good fishing town, and famous for an export of potatoes to many parts of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, and I am told they export the yolks of eggs <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘boyl'd’ (%) Anon">boiled</span> hard and salted for <span class="pn" title="country">Spain</span> to be eaten as sauce with their salt fish; there is a bank about ten leagues from <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span>, where they catch quantities of Hake and Haddock, Cod, Ling, and many other kinds of Fish. They have also a bed here of very large oysters. There is a barrack built in the old Castle, of which there was formerly a Constable: on one side of <span class="pn" title="town">Dungarvan</span> is <span class="pn" title="estate">Shandon</span>, the seat of the <span class="on" title="family">Hores</span>, and on the east side <span class="pn" title="estate">Clonkasteran</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Nugent</span>'s; opposite to the town on the north side of the river is an old Convent of Augustinian Eremites, founded by the <span class="on" title="family">MacGraths</span> in the thirteenth century. Going along the coast eastward, <span class="pn">Clonea</span> is a flat country, and under the Strand is a bog, the turf of which is disagreeable to the smell when it is 

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burnt within land, in <span class="pn">Killrossanty</span> are the Castles of <span class="pn" title="castle">Barnakill</span> and <span class="pn" title="castle">Baleykeroge</span>. In <span class="pn">Stradballey</span> at <span class="pn">Ballivony</span> is a large building and two remarkable wells, which communicate with each other and they are fed by water, brought by a Subterraneous passage: There is a descent by steps to one of them: it is thought to have belonged to the Knights of Jerusalem. At <span class="pn">Kilmacthomas</span> is a strong Castle of the <span class="on" title="family">Powers</span>, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther about two miles from the sea is <span class="pn">Newtown</span>, laid out in Streets, and paved and a few houses built, but now ruined all by <span class="ps">Mr. Greatrakes</span>. Going along the Coast is <span class="pn">Killarimeden</span>, where on <span class="ps">Lord Ranelagh</span>'s estate some lead mines have been discovered, which did not answer, but on <span class="pn">Knockanmaham</span> the Bishop's estate they have worked some copper mines with good success, tho' now they say the vein is grown very small and hardly worth pursuing. I saw some ore which look'd like glass and like broken bugles and some pure native copper: Between this and <span class="pn">Tramore</span> is nothing remarkable, but <span class="pn" title="island">Island Ikane</span>, so called from very small Islands opposite to it, about two miles from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tramore Bay’ (%) Anon">Tramore bay</span></span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e13473">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e13473">70.</h2><p>On Monday <span class="date" title="1752-10-02">October 2d 1752</span> I set out from <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> to <span class="pn">Ross</span> and crossed over to the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kilkenny</span>, in about two miles I passed by a small <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Kern’ (%) Anon">cairn</span> with a Cross on it, and had soon to the left a rocky hill of that cement of pebbles, chiefly of the Alabaster kind, which abound all over the country and of which the walls of <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> are built; after riding about two miles farther, we passed by an old church call'd <span class="pn" title="church">Kilmacoivow</span>: we had a fine view of the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> and then of the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> and <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> and going up to a height, I had a delightful prospect of the mouth of the harbour, of the winding of the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> and of what they call the great Island, which is only a Peninsula. We came to the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>

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and crossed it into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Wexford</span> to <span class="pn">Ross</span>; all the Country we passed over is a union of Vicaridges in the gift of the City of <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span>. <span class="pn">Ross</span> is very pleasantly situated on the river and on the side of the hills over it, a rivlet runs down the middle of it through the street in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> hollow between the two hills; it is encompassed with a wall defended by turrets; on the top of the hill is the large church of the Convent of the <span class="on" title="order"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Minorits’ (%) Anon">Minorites</span></span>, the east end of which serves for a Parish Church; there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> tower to it, which commands a view of the Country, of the <span class="pn" title="river">Barrow</span> falling into the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> about a mile higher, a fine flat on the river below, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> like the Campo of Scio, except that instead of wall'd gardens, it is laid out in beautiful meadows. In the church they show the tomb of <span class="ps">Rosa Marra</span>, who they say built the Town walls and the Church, and near it is what they call the tomb of her son, who being drowned as they say, she built <span class="pn" title="tower">Hook Tower</span> at the mouth of the <span class="pn" title="harbour">Harbour of Waterford</span>. Under the south cross Isle are two or three vaults which are open. The body of the church is cover'd with lead. There is a good Town house here, built of a very fine white mountain stone or Granite. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Key’ (%) Anon">quay</span> is a most pleasant walk. Half a mile from the town in the road to <span class="pn">Inniscorthy</span> is a Charter School for twenty boys and twenty girls.</p><a name="entry.d39976e13570">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e13570">71.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-10-03">3d</span> I set out and went about a mile to the south in west in view of the river, and leaving the road to <span class="pn" title="fort">Ducannon Fort</span> struck into the road to <span class="pn">Nash</span> <span class="pn">Balligarvan</span> and <span class="pn">Clamines</span>; I went near <span class="pn"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Slieve Coillte’ Anon">Slea Quiltah</span></span> which is over the river, in about a mile we came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Terri</span> {<span class="fa" title="gap one or two words">⬌</span>} and soon came to <span class="pn">Aglamau</span> and in half a mile further to <span class="pn">Dunmain</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Beyley</span>'s having lost the way to <span class="pn">Nash</span> further to the north, but came into it at <span class="pn">Balligarvan</span>. The house of

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<span class="pn" title="estate">Dunmeen</span> was the habitation of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Altham</span></span>, where it is said he parted from his Lady, and when afterwards a dead child was born of one of the name of Esther, they afterwards came together, and then it was, as I understood that it is said she was delivered in the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Annesley</span>, who now again sets up for the estate and title. <sup id="fnref:53.footnotes">53<a href="#fn:53.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> We soon passed near Abbey <span class="pn" title="abbey">Kilbrayney</span> belonging to <span class="ps">Mr. Cliff</span>: and farther to the east saw on a height <span class="pn">Brianstown</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Tench</span>es; we came in half a mile to <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Boley</span>, and in half a mile more to <span class="pn" title="castle">Dungulow Castle</span> and soon after to <span class="pn">Clamines</span>, which they say was formerly a town of trade, tho' there is now only one house in it, but there are three old towers or Castles remaining in it, one of which is near the Parish church of <span class="pn" title="church">St. Nicholas</span>, and in it was an arch'd chapel with an apartment over it. The other two are in a line, and they say there was a row of houses between them and another row built so as to make a street, and part of the Cross of the Market place is remember'd as standing: Just over the river are remains of a Convent, which I was informed was of <span class="on" title="order">Augustinian Monks</span>; near it is <span class="pn" title="chapel">St. Marie's chapel</span>: Just above, the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span> from the west, and <span class="pn" title="river">Folkes's mill river</span> from the north unite, and make the river of <span class="pn">Clamines</span>, which lower is called the river of <span class="pn" title="river">Bannoe</span>; the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span> comes up here making a sort of a bay and at low water they cross over on a kind of a Causeway they have made, but the water comes three or four feet over it: This is a Burrough, <span class="ps">Mr. Annesley</span>'s estate, but the Burrough is in <span class="ps">Lord Loftus</span>. I here dined on the provisions I had brought, and a dish of fish the Farmer provided for me, of the white 

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Trout and Plaice, the latter very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> inferior to Turbet. He had a son who is dumb, but very sharp in country business and has a very strong sense of Religion. I here left my horses to cross over to go to <span class="pn">Bannoe</span> and took horses to ride four miles south to <span class="pn">Fethard</span>; Having travelled about half way I came to the old Convent of <span class="pn">Tintern</span>, turned into a mansion house of the <span class="on" title="family">Colclough</span>'s; the church <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘is was’ by BF">was</span> large with a great tower in the middle, the Chancel part was converted into a house with three floors and chimneys, of which I never saw an instance before: I was informed that this family came over in <span class="ps">Queen Elizabeth</span>'s time, that an Ancestor marrying a Papist went over to the popish religion, but in the present is a Convert who has fixed a Spinning School here and a linnen Manufactory and built a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> market house in the village. I came to <span class="pn">Fethard</span> pleasantly situated on the north side of a small river, about a mile from the <span class="pn">Bay of Bannoe</span>. It is a Burrough belonging to <span class="ps">Lord Loftus</span> who has built a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town here; It was a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Mannor’ (%) Anon">manor</span> of the Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fernes’ (%) Anon">Ferns</span></span>, but exchanged for another Estate. The Castle was the Bishop's house<span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘zero’ by BF">,</span> one of the name of Ram was the last that liv'd in it: It was afterwards the Mansion house of the <span class="on" title="family">Loftus family</span>. There are remains of an old chapel and of a building which they say, was the Bishop's Study and that there was a Terrace to it from the Castle: There is a turret near the town built like a Castle, which is on the Glebe, and is supposed to have been the Parsonage house: In this bay there is a small oyster bed for <span class="ps">Lord Loftus</span>'s use; I had been formerly at this place and the places I shall describe.—Bag and Bun a mile to the south east where <span class="ps" title="Richard Fitzgilbert de Clare"><span class="an">Strongbow</span></span> landed in the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">2d.</span></span> in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> bay made by that head and the head to the north of it at the mouth of <span class="pn" title="river">Fethard</span> river. It is said he came with

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two ships, one named Bag, the other Bun; there is a double entrenchment round it: A narrow strip of Land extends to the south on the east side of the harbour of <span class="pn" title="harbour">Waterford</span>, on which stands a Light house called <span class="pn" title="lighthouse">Hook Tower</span> and there being a place call'd <span class="pn">Crook</span> opposite to it, 'tis said that on landing the General declared he would take <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> by Hook or by Crook. Here is Loftus Hall the seat of <span class="ps">Lord Loftus</span> a descendant of <span class="ps">Primate Loftus</span>, no tree will grow above the shelter of the walls; the mulberry tree thrives best of any with that shelter: This strip of land is exceeding rich, as it is constantly manur'd by the spray of the sea. About two miles farther to the west is <span class="pn">Duncannonfort</span>, which was built to command the passage up the river, the lower works are cut out of the rock, and the channel being close to it, no ship can go up but must be within canon shot; some soldiers are always here in Garrison; near this fort is a very good chalybeat spring. <span class="ps">King James</span> had a ship ready here in case of any disaster, and after the battle of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> he lay in <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>; and came here the next day and embark'd for <span class="pn" title="country">France</span>. About two miles farther is <span class="pn">Ballyhack</span> opposite to <span class="pn">Passage</span> and under the hill in the same manner; here are some great Fairs held for tame fowls of all sorts which sell very cheap, as also white <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘course’ (%) Anon">coarse</span> frieze at low prices.</p><a name="entry.d39976e13877">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e13877">72.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-10-04">4th</span> I left <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fetheard’ (%) Anon">Fethard</span></span> and walk'd a mile on the south side of the river to the Mole, in which a vessel of an hundred tun can <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> safe, but in a storm a ship cannot be secure abroad, except it may be from a westerly wind. I crossed over in about about half a league to <span class="pn">Bannoe</span> and landed on the strand at that creek of land which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyns’ (%) Anon">joins</span> what they call the <span class="pn" title="island">Island of Cannoe</span> to the land here they say was the old and safe entrance when <span class="pn">Clamines</span> was a town of trade; but now the entrance

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is to the west of it, and is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘choaked’ (%) Anon">choked</span> up by several barrs of sand that would make it very difficult, for a ship to pass with safety when the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘tydes’ (%) Anon">tides</span> are high: This Peninsula <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘is is’ by BF">is a</span> fine low round hill covered mostly with corn and appears very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span>. There are only three or four houses at <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Banoe’ (%) Anon">Bannoe</span></span> and ruins of a good old church, in which there is an old Font, a tomb with a Latin inscription on it, in the old character and a stone coffin with a hole cut in it to receive the head. This is in the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bargie’ (%) Anon">Bargy</span></span>, which as well as that of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span> is a great corn country, insomuch that they say these two have sent some years from <span class="pn">Wexford</span>, as one told me 140,000 barrels of Barley, that is half that number of quarters. These countries are entirely different from any other part of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> exceedingly well inhabited, especially in and towards the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span>; a gentleman's house is seen almost every mile, and besides Villages and Hamlets one sees a house at every ½ quarter of a mile distance, the farms being from five to sixty acres and mostly above twenty, the people neat, well dress'd and very honest. The Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span> are a Colony from <span class="pn" title="country">England</span> about the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">2d.</span></span>, and they are so wedded to their own country, that they have not gone much out of it till of late years, they are become so very populous that they now go to <span class="pn">Newfoundland</span>, to <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>, and also to harvest to many parts and take farms in <span class="pn" title="barony"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bargie’ (%) Anon">Bargy</span></span> and about <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Eniscorthy’ (%) Anon">Enniscorthy</span></span> where they have manure of marle, for having been used to those improvements which are the gift of nature, they do not care to go where they have not either lime or marle, and this has raised the price of land very much in those parts: In <span class="pn" title="barony"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bargie’ (%) Anon">Bargy</span></span> which is not altogether so populous, there is a greater appearance of wealth; notwithstanding in <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span> they live as neat as can be on such small farms and keep

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all clean about 'em, their food is Potatoes, barley bread, Bacon, cheese and milk; at the great festivals they have the old English way of making a feast; inviting their friends and their neighbours, the Landlord and the priest, and they have beef, mutton and pudding in great plenty: as they sow horse beans very much and grey <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘pease’ (%) Anon">peas</span>, so they eat both the one and the other with bacon dry as well as green. Near the sea they manure with sea weed, sowing every year and manuring every year, and change the grain, Barley, oats, beans, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘pease’ (%) Anon">peas</span>, but no wheat; what they want is bought at <span class="pn">Wexford</span>. If they lime it holds nine years and marle I believe the same. As to their particular Customs, it has been said they go to bed in the middle of the day, which they might do formerly; and now, as the Irish, they <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> down for an hour in hot weather: All contracts are transacted by exchanging money, and so the contract of marriage is made here; the young man goes with his friends, gives the woman a piece of money; and it having happened sometimes that among people not of good character consummation has ensued, this has been the ground for saying that it was commonly so, and that they married in form afterwards. We went on close to the sea side; in two miles came to <span class="pn">Cullingtown</span> and soon after to <span class="pn" title="peninsula">Bali Teague Island</span>, as it is called, tho only a Peninsula it is a warren and is a long strip extending westward, and at the west end of it the sea enters and makes those bays to the north of it, which are called <span class="pn">the Broadwater</span>; in half a mile we came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Coolhill Castle</span>, and in a mile more to a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> town called <span class="pn" title="town">Duncormuck</span>, where there is a church and a bridge over a rivlet, I saw <span class="pn" title="estate">Kai</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Wilson</span>'s to the north, and to the east of <span class="pn">Ballyhenny</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Vigor</span>'s; I then passed by <span class="pn" title="castle">Kilcooly Castle</span> and rivlet, and observed a singular building on it, like a small

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house, this castle seems to have been destroyed on purpose to get the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘limestone’ (%) Anon">lime stone</span> out of it, for from this rivlet, if I do not mistake to <span class="pn">Bridgetown</span> they get a reddish lime stone, for which they dig in pits, finding it in pieces mixed with the soil, and this has made this country very populous, probably by Colonies from <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span>. In a mile we came to <span class="pn">Baldwinstown</span> where there is a Castle and rivlet, and all about it is great plenty of lime stone, which they carry to the distance of four or five miles, they make kilns of sods in the field they would manure and build up the lime stone in a Cone, and burn it with furze and the old kiln remains till they want to make use of it again; but when once a field is arable they keep it for a long time under corn by manuring it again; for in all the road to <span class="pn" title="island">Ladies Island</span> I saw only one piece of fallow, opposite to this part are the <span class="pn" title="island">Saltee Islands</span>, which abound in rabbits and sea birds, there are good springs in them but they are not inhabited. In a mile I came to <span class="pn">Bridgetown</span>, where there is a large bridge over the river; near it is the Church of <span class="pn" title="parish">Mulranchy</span> in which parish it is: in the Church yard is this inscription on a tomb—
<blockquote class="docindoc poem"><ol style="list-style-type:none;"><li class="lg">Here <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lyes’ (%) Anon">lies</span> a jolly merry blade<br/>Who's gone;—but now he's but a shade<br/>To teach the Ghosts a Masquerade:<br/>But Pluto likes not such a Guest,<br/>Bids him depart and go to Rest<br/><span class="trailer">William Hoskins, Dancing Master, <span class="date" title="1748">1748</span>.</span></li></ol></blockquote></p><p>The estate on this side of the river belongs to the <span class="on" title="family">Ivery family</span>, who set leases of lives renewable for ever to Protestants, and then sold the estate: so that there are as they say more protestants in this Union, than in all the two 

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Baronies of <span class="pn" title="barony"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bargie’ (%) Anon">Bargy</span></span> and <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span>; that is I suppose Gentlemen's families excepted; however that may be, there are, as they say, about fifty families, and they have all sorts of trades and seem to be very happy and wealthy; and truely the face of these two Baronies appeared to me like an enchanted Country, so different from anything I had seen indeed anywhere. I took some refreshment here, and in about two miles came to the <span class="pn" title="bridge">Bridge of Bargey</span>, where there is a Castle; here I came into the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span>, the miles before were so long that three make about five, but in <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span> they seem to have introduced the English mile, for here I found the miles very short: They call it six miles to <span class="pn" title="island">Ladies Island</span>; and here I saw the marle pits, for manuring the land: I saw <span class="pn" title="castle">Hia Castle</span> about a mile from <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ladies Island’ (%) Anon">Lady's Island</span></span>, and at the same distance passed through a village called <span class="pn" title="village">Broadway</span>, and passing over a bridge near an old Church, I observed just opposite to the Island the white sand which is famous here, it is a stratum a foot below the surface, and is carried to all parts for the use of sand boxes,—but they have the same sort on the sea side to the east. <span class="pn" title="island"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ladies Island’ (%) Anon">Lady's Island</span></span> is about a mile round, it is now become a Peninsula: one sees where there was a fossee for the water to pass, and at that place there is a Tower called <span class="pn" title="tower">Maidentower</span> which has settled on one side, the foundation appears to be laid on the green sod; here they say was a Draw bridge, there seems to have been a wall built on each side to this tower, and there is a Causeway of large stones to it, to pass over when the Lough was full; within this and about fifty yards is a Gateway and another wall built at about the same distance within; that is the old church, where there is a font of red Granite of which there is great plenty in these parts, there is also in a nich an alabaster

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statue of the Virgin and our Saviour and before it an old brass Cross, with one of the four Evangelists in each of the ends of it. This is a place of great devotion among the Roman Catholicks, probably set on foot by the English Colony, that they might have everything within themselves; and they come to do penance here by walking once round the Island barefooted, and three times round the Church and sometimes they perform this three times over, and some on their knees: The tracks of their feet is seen all round the Island; there is an enclosure by the church for the accommodation of pilgrims, who come mostly between the Festival of the Assumption in August, and that of the Nativity of the V. Mary in September: and all the roads are exceeding fine in these parts. But the Lake here is a natural curiosity, it rises so high in about seven years, that it would overflow the inland Country round it; and then three or four hundred people come in and mark out in the sand banks to the south west a fossee about an hundred feet wide and begin to open it in the middle, narrowing it as they go down, they then open it to the sea and at last work upon it towards the Lake if they find the water coming they must instantly leave it, for it gushes out as a great torrent and falls down in a Cascade into the sea, the bottom of the lake being about ten feet above the surface of the Ocean; sometimes it breaks away the bank at night, but if it happens by day they take great quantities of fish, mostly Plaice; but if it goes out by night as it did the last time they loose the fish: the first high wind fills up the opening, the lake fills slowly, as it leaks out for some time at the place they open, but when that is closed up with the slime and earth from within, it fills faster, and in about seven years begins to overflow the lands; the water with the spray of the sea is brackish;

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great quantities of wild fowl <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> on it. I saw the black Gull and green plover, for this Country is famous for Wild fowl; the widgeons are excellent, but the best sort are call'd the Wynniards, so also is the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Barnicle’ (%) Anon">Barnacle</span>, the first go inland to the bogs and breed, the Barnacles go to the parts from which they came, to the north, and are seen by the Ships at sea northward with the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tyde’ (%) Anon">tide</span>; when they are attack'd by Eagles or Hawks by a wonderful instinct, they gather all together and keep beating with their wings and raise the water, so that the bird of prey cannot see to attack 'em, but if any one is disabled and cannot close with them, they are surely taken; they have bounds of furze bushes round this Island to <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lye’ (%) Anon">lie</span> unobserved and shoot at them.</p><a name="entry.d39976e14142">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e14142">73.</h2><p>I set out on the <span class="date" title="1752-10-05">5th</span> and went two miles to <span class="pn" title="village">Carne</span> village and Head, where one <span class="ps">Mr. Pallasur</span> lives, the Landlord of the place: <span class="pn">Carnehead</span> is the south east point of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, and makes out to the south in Rocks of Granite, chiefly of the red kind, such as at the Cataracts of the <span class="pn" title="river">Nile</span> of which the Obelisks were made, some of it is greyish in large veins like some in <span class="pn" title="region">Cornwall</span>. I went on to the point which is covered with <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘muscles’ (%) Anon">mussels</span>, that fix to it with their beards, there are also welks and limpets on these rocks, and a boy seeing me walk on them came and grop'd for Crabs, and I observed he knew every hole tho' it was under Water; the seals also came very close to the rock and I whistled to them, to which they seemed to give attention, but when they saw me they div'd. I then went along by the sea side northward passed by Carne Church and afterwards St. Margaret's; Major Nuns being a great Landlord in these parts, then by <span class="pn">Baley Trant</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Hughes</span>'s, and by an old Church; I went along the Strand for some way, and saw the seals lying out of the water on rocks about an hundred yards from the waterside, they

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took no notice of any noise I made to frighten 'em, but when I whistled their whole body was in agitation, as if sensibly affected by it, we saw the heads of others in the water near them which I took to be young ones. In another mile we came to <span class="pn">Balihiar</span> and at the same distance to <span class="pn">Ballygeny</span>, in half a mile near <span class="pn" title="castle">Kilroan Castle</span> and saw inland <span class="pn">Brinikan Houli</span>, and <span class="pn" title="church">Kilstoran Church</span> in repair and <span class="pn" title="castle"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Hil Castle’ (%) Anon">Hill Castle</span></span> and so came to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Roslaer’ (%) Anon">Rosslare</span></span>, where I dined in a Cabin on what I had brought with me; having travelled on a bank over the sea for about three miles the Coast here making such a turn that we had the sea to the north of <span class="pn">St. Eblin's Point</span>, we passed to the south making a great shallow bay with the land of <span class="pn">Wells</span> in the way to <span class="pn">Gory</span>. I came some part of the way on the strand, as I might have come all along but as I had no view of the country I chose to ride on the Cliffs over the sea which are a kind of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘blew’ (%) Anon">blue</span> clay with herbage on them, the sand to the southward as well as here being all white, and there is a great variety of Granite among the pebbles on the beach. I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> a mile and half farther northward on the point to <span class="pn">Whitehouse</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Boyd</span>'s, where in the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘waren’ (%) Anon">warren</span> on the sandbanks I saw the dwarf withy. I observed them making ropes with rushes twisted with the same kind of instrument I described before, which is here call'd a Crook: At the end of this point is what they call the Fort, where a Custom house officer resides. We passed again near <span class="pn" title="castle"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Roslaer Castle’ (%) Anon">Rosslare Castle</span></span> and in about a mile passed by <span class="pn">Grange</span>; in about two miles we came to <span class="pn">Clonck</span> where there was a <span class="term" title="typefestival">pattern</span> or rood, and I saw the young men playing at hand tennis: I observed the women were dressed extremely neat with their short cloaks of cloth. In a mile we had <span class="pn" title="castle">Kileny Castle</span> at a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> distance Mr. <span class="ps">Mr. Harvey</span>'s, and in another we came to <span class="pn">Kilau</span>, where there is 

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a rivlet, and here they dig very good Lime stone in quarries: I was told also that they are in search of a rich mine in this place: We had gone since we turn'd our faces to the East under the mountain or hill of <span class="pn">Forth</span>, which extends westward for seven or eight miles, the foot of it this way is rocky and I observed from this place to <span class="pn">Wexford</span> it consists of a reddish stone; we came in another mile to <span class="pn" title="town">Wexford</span>. The common people of the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span> are mostly Roman Catholicks, and I shall conclude this Barony with some account of their language which is the English of the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">IId.</span></span> and comes pretty near to <span class="ps" title="author">Chaucer</span>'s. They now indeed almost all affect to speak good english, and do speak it with a very good accent, and I met but one who did not speak tolerable modern english, but they make use of some particular expressions, and many of them talk very broad. I took down some of the words and expressions.</p><p>
<ul><li>Right well: very well</li><li>Broad way: High way</li><li>Ichas: I was</li><li>Cal: Horse</li><li>Cales: Horses</li><li>Kine: Cows</li><li>Kew: Cow</li><li>Well e new: Well enough</li><li> <sup id="fnref:54.footnotes">54<a href="#fn:54.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> Ichas our ladies Island (Ilone) last yere or Vorn yere.</li><li>Wast ere in Divline? Dublin.</li><li>Ichas nere in my lieve. But if Ish live shall go to it fiste March.</li><li>How old art thou? Fourscore going on five.</li><li>God Almighty keep thee saf upon zee and Lone.</li><li>Keep you your health and send you well abrode and better home.</li><li>Just before the downing.</li><li>I had a good friend going alsong with me and I did not heed it.</li></ul></p><p>When they come in old age what kin is them upon 'em. This last I cannot explain tho' I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘writ’ (%) Anon">wrote</span> it down.<br/>
Wast ere upon Mountain a Forth? this is the hill I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘mentionned’ (%) Anon">mentioned</span> near <span class="pn">Wexford</span> of which they tell a story of a 

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person who was going to it and had never been out of the Barony and finding it a great way, return'd, and said that such a one had been in <span class="pn" title="country">France</span> and <span class="pn" title="country">Spain</span>, but was nere so far off. And another who seeing the prospect from the top of it was struck with astonishment and said what a weid worn this is. What a wide world is this. And tho' the difference is so <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span>, yet when I heard it spoken I could understand very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> by reason of the different pronunciation. <sup id="fnref:55.footnotes">55<a href="#fn:55.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p><p>Between <span class="pn">Grenon Point</span> I have mentioned and <span class="pn">Kane Point</span> north of it, is the entrance to the <span class="pn" title="bay">Bay of Wexford</span>, which extends southward like a great lake, just opposite to the entrance is an Island called {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} with a Castle on it the town of <span class="pn" title="town">Wexford</span> is situated on the south side of the bay on the angle where the land turns from the north to the west, and a cape extending towards it from the north, it is there only a mile over, opening to the west in a large bason, which appears like a fine lake, with high ground round it beautifully improved with plantations of wood, and particularly <span class="ps">Sir Arthur Gore</span>'s <span class="pn" title="estate">Kilpatrick</span> to the north west, and <span class="pn" title="estate">Athtraman</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Stevenson</span>'s. <span class="pn" title="town">Wexford</span> consists chiefly of two streets, one on the flat, the court and gardens behind the houses extending to the sea, so that there are only two piers built out as <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘keys’ (%) Anon">quays</span>, the other street is over it on the side of the hill: The Streets are very narrow, and there is a wall built round the town which is near a mile in length and the town may be about a furlong broad, the houses are mostly mean buildings, for it is a town of no great trade, by reason that there is a dangerous barr at the entrance of the harbour: The chief 

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trade is an export of corn, and an import of deal boards and some wine, it is the nearest land to <span class="pn" title="country">England</span>, being about eighteen leagues from <span class="pn">St David's Head</span>, <span class="pn" title="county">Wicklow</span> is about the same distance from the head of <span class="pn">Carnarvonshire</span> which is seen very plainly from <span class="pn">Bray Head</span> and from the Mountains of <span class="pn" title="county">Wicklow</span>, whereas <span class="pn">Holyhead</span> is about twenty leagues from the <span class="pn" title="hill">Hill of Howth</span> near <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, so that there have been thoughts of having packet boats from <span class="pn">St David's</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Wexford</span>: This is the market town of the south west part of the County and especially of the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth and Bargie</span>: There is one church in service St {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} the other old churches within the walls are <span class="pn" title="church">St Oulak's</span>, <span class="pn" title="church">St Patrick's</span> and <span class="pn" title="church">St Marie's</span>. Out of the town <span class="pn" title="church">St Peter's</span>, <span class="pn" title="church">St Michael</span> and <span class="pn" title="church">St John</span>, I saw also in the principal street <span class="pn" title="chapel">St Iver's</span> a sort of chapel with a saxon door to it. Besides these there is a church call'd <span class="pn" title="church">Selsker</span> with a very large tower in the middle of it, which I suppose is that of the Priory of <span class="pn" title="church">St Peter and St Paul</span>, de Selster for <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular</span> of St Austin. <span class="pn" title="church">St. John</span> is probably the Priory of St John and <span class="pn" title="church">St Bridget</span> founded by <span class="ps">William Marescall Earl of <span class="pn">Pembroke</span></span> for Knights of the Hospital, of this there are hardly any remains. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fryery’ (%) Anon">Friary</span> of <span class="on" title="order">Mendicants</span> is also mention'd as founded in the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Second">Henry <span class="gn">IId.</span></span> There is a good Courthouse here for the Assizes which are always held at this place, it is esteemed one of the cheapest places in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, and they have great plenty of wildfowl in the season, especially widgeons and that kind of them call'd wyniard which are thought to exceed the wild duck, they have also Barnacles: The reason why the market is so cheap, is that it is a nook of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, and by its situation and rivers is cut off from a convenient communication with other places. The south supplies 'em with barley and oats, beans and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Pease’ (%) Anon">peas</span>, the north with wheat, and all 

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the country round with tame fowl; the sea with plenty of fish, especially oysters, for which they are famous. There is a very good chalybeat <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘spaw’ (%) Anon">spa</span> here which purges by urine, it is at the west end of the town, and there is a walk and long room, formerly much frequented.</p><a name="entry.d39976e14535">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e14535">74.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-10-06">6th</span> I crossed over the broad ferry, there is another higher up across the river <span class="pn" title="river">Slany</span> which leads to <span class="pn">Inniscorthy</span>, and the navigation up that river is very pleasant: there are three roads to <span class="pn" title="Gorey: town">Gory</span>, one close by the sea, another on the high land over it, and the third the high road I went in, which is the farthest to the west. In a mile we passed by <span class="pn" title="castle">Tramore Castle</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Preston</span>'s, and soon after by <span class="pn">Castle Bridge</span>, in about three miles we passed over a rivlet called <span class="pn" title="river">Arbrohan</span> and a little further had <span class="pn">Newfort</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Kenny</span>'s to the right: half a mile further we passed <span class="pn">Carclough</span> a hamlet and rivlet, and going as much farther came to <span class="pn">Ballinemona beg</span>, where about five feet below the surface they have a good manure of sand, full of broken pieces of shells, and beyond this they find in the fields a sort of sparr, which is red, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘blew’ (%) Anon">blue</span> and white and make use of it for mending the roads; In another mile we came to <span class="pn">Oula</span>, where there is an old castle, and a rivlet rises here from four or five streams, which come out of the foot of the hill, and on the side of the hill they have a quarry of rough building stones; this is nine computed miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Wexford</span> and half way to <span class="pn" title="Gorey: town">Gory</span>, and here I dined. In a mile we came to <span class="pn" title="river">Killiguian</span> rivlet and a mile farther to <span class="pn">Wells</span>, where <span class="ps">Mr. Doyne</span> has a large brick house. From this place we had a view of a fine vale to the east having a high ground between it and the sea; and all along this vale is a good marle: in half a mile we passed by <span class="pn">Bayley Ray</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Bolton</span>'s, and as much farther through a Hamlet called <span class="pn">Bally Edmond</span>, where there is a rivlet

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also; a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther we passed <span class="pn">Ballinatra</span> hamlet and river, and saw <span class="ps">Mr. Lindon</span>'s {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} to the right and several other Gentlemens' houses, and descending into a fine vale which forms a sort of Amphitheatre, encompassed with hills and all well wooden and finely improved, we had to the right a wood and house of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Anglesea</span></span>'s called <span class="pn">Monroe</span> and came to <span class="pn">Balliconon</span> a large village, where there is a church in repair; I then passed the river which runs through this vale, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> over <span class="pn" title="hill">Ballinmenah Hill</span> to the vale in which <span class="pn" title="Gorey: town">Gory</span> stands to the south west of the hill <span class="pn" title="hill">Tarah</span>, which like a promontory is seen from the Barony of <span class="pn" title="barony">Forth</span>: on this hill we passed over I saw many red stones like the jaspar on which the ancients frequently cut seals, a piece of which I took with me, to have it polished and see the nature of it. <span class="pn" title="Gorey: town">Gory</span> is a very small neat town, consisting of one broad street about a furlong in length; this with two other <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> parishes belong to the Deanery of <span class="pn">Ferns</span>, and there is a neat small church here. <span class="pn">Ramsfort</span> is not a quarter of a mile from the town, the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Ram</span>, who is building a grand house of six rooms on a floor, all of it except the grand front is built of the mountain stone or Granite brought from the hills about <span class="pn">Agherin</span> on the river of <span class="pn" title="town">Arklow</span>, it has in it a sort of silver mica and looks as well as fine white freestone; the grand front is of brick with window and door frames of this stone; there is a fine avenue and plantations about it and a large park. Six miles south west of this place is <span class="pn" title="see"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Fernes’ (%) Anon">Ferns</span></span>, which I had formerly seen, there are great remains there of the Bishop's Castle and other buildings; Branduh King of <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Leimster’ by BF"><span class="pn" title="province">Leinster</span></span> gave <span class="pn" title="see">Ferns</span> to <span class="ps">St. Edan or Moedog</span> the first Bishop of it and made it an Archbishoprick and the metropolis of <span class="pn" title="province">Leinster</span>. The Bishop was after this for

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some time called Bishop of <span class="pn">Wexford</span>, that is probably of the County, and then without doubt after the Archbishop of <span class="pn">Dublin</span> was made the Metropolitan.</p><a name="entry.d39976e14730">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e14730">75.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-10-07">7th</span> I set forward and in a mile saw <span class="pn">Balinatra</span> to the left <span class="ps">Mr. Esmonds</span>'s and farther on <span class="pn">Castletown</span> to the right, <span class="ps">Mr. Masterson</span>'s, and in four miles from <span class="pn" title="Gorey: town">Gory</span> came to a good village called <span class="pn">Coolgrany</span>, and coming into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Wicklow</span>, in three more came to <span class="pn" title="town">Arklow</span> Charter School for twenty boys and twenty girls on <span class="ps">Lady <span class="an">Allen</span></span>'s Estate, <sup id="fnref:56.footnotes">56<a href="#fn:56.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> which I visited and went on a quarter of a mile to <span class="pn" title="town">Arklow</span>, a poor fishing town, without a Custom house, pleasantly situated near the mouth of the river. They formerly had much fish in the river, but the Coperas of the mines has corrupted the waters, so as that most of the fish are destroyed. They have a good hard marle here, which lasts A a considerable time. There is a foot Barrack in this place, and there was a convent here of <span class="on" title="order">Friars preachers</span> founded by <span class="ps">Tibald Butler</span> in <span class="date" title="1264">1264</span>, it is said his statue is in the church of it, where he is <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span>. up the river is <span class="ps" title="Ralph Howard">Mr. Howard</span>'s, son of the late Bishop of Elphin, <sup id="fnref:57.footnotes">57<a href="#fn:57.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> <span class="pn">Ballyarklow</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Sims</span>; on the southern branch of the river is <span class="pn">Agherim</span>, that to the north rises near <span class="pn">Ballinderry</span> on the next and the principal is <span class="pn">Rathdrum</span> which rises in two Branches, one coming from <span class="pn">Glandelough</span> the other from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Tee</span> which falls into <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Dan</span> and so both of them from this river, and the eastern branch comes from <span class="pn">Glanely</span>: and all this country is very finely improved and adorned with wood and even timber in some parts, all the way as far as <span class="pn">Rathdrum</span> and along <span class="pn">Glanely</span>. This country abounds very 

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much in copper mines and they have found a sort of Oker which produces lead, out of which they get silver with much gold in it, that is worth ten shillings an ounce: They have also a water which comes from the mines so strongly impregnated with copper that finding an old carr and some tools that were of iron precipitated into copper, they now lay bars of iron in it, and in twelve weeks they are turned to copper, which I was told sometimes weighs heavier than the iron they put in. I crossed over <span class="pn" title="hill">Redcross Hill</span> and in five miles came to a village called <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Red cross’ (%) Anon">Redcross</span></span> in a fine vale, which is divided from another by some low hills, in which vale stands <span class="pn" title="castle">Dunganstown</span>, an old ruined castle belonging to <span class="ps">Mr. Hoy</span>, who began to build a large house near it: This is about two miles from the sea, and farther south of <span class="pn">Ardaery</span> (The eastern <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘heigth’ (%) Anon">height</span>.) A high tower of this castle and part of the main building is still standing, it having been destroyed in the wars of <span class="date" title="1641">1641</span> by order of the Council of <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>, the Lord Deputy having given offence to them. About two miles from <span class="pn">Redcross</span> are some of the chief of the mines and on or near the river of <span class="pn" title="town">Arklow</span>, they have a smelting house for the Lead ore. I went to <span class="ps">Dr. Wynne</span>'s at <span class="pn">Dunganstown</span>, who lives there during the minority of his Nephew; I staid there on the <span class="date" title="1752-10-08">8th</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e14925">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e14925">76.</h2><p>And on the <span class="date" title="1752-10-09">9th</span> I set out, crossed over the hill five miles to <span class="pn">Brinewbridge</span> and passed <span class="ps">Captain Johnson</span>'s seat to <span class="pn">Newry bridge</span> near <span class="pn">Mount Usher</span> a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> to the west of which is <span class="ps">Mr. Tigh</span>'s, a fine finished box and plantations. I came on in the <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> road and went out of it to the west five miles to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Alta Dora’ (%) Anon">Altadora</span></span> to <span class="ps">Major Browning</span>'s, passing by a village called <span class="pn">Newtown Mount Kennedy</span> and near it Mount N{<span class="fa" title="gap one or two words">⬌</span>}y which is very beautiful in its plantations chiefly of Firrs, and beyond it is <span class="pn">Teny Park</span>, formerly so famous for the beauty of its situation. I passed by Hermitage a pretty

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box of <span class="ps">Mr. Butler</span>'s Captain of the Battle axes and brother to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Lanesborough</span></span>, it is in a beautiful Glyn or narrow vale, at the head of which a fine cascade tumbles down the hills beautifully adorned with wood; <span class="pn">Altadora</span> is on the heighth over it and commands a most delightful view of the rich country below and of the sea, it is well shelter'd by the eminence above it every way at about the distance of three miles except to the east and south east and north east; It was the retirement of the late <span class="ps">General Pearce</span>, who affected to build it as a thatched cabin, and erected a tower to make it look like a village with a church to it: <span class="ps">Major Browning</span> having purchased it, has improved it with great taste; in the middle is a building consisting of a Hall and beautiful parlor and over them excellent bed-chambers for strangers, with a fine staircase; on each side a wing is built to it,—in one are the apartments for the family,—in the other the kitchen and rooms for servants; two yards to the south with all offices, and to the north and west the garden rises with three or four terraces one over the other, and to the north west are meadows and fields all well planted: <sup id="fnref:58.footnotes">58<a href="#fn:58.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> In a retired part which commands a view of the fine country below and of the sea there are cut on a piece of white marble these lines over which may be placed the Bust of the Laughing Philosopher.

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<blockquote class="docindoc poem"><ol style="list-style-type:none;"><li class="lg">O Sacred Solitude! Divine retreat!<br/>Choice of the Prudent! Envy of the Great<br/>Here from the wayes of men, laid safe ashore,<br/>We smile to hear the distant billows roar;<br/>Here blest with health, with business unperplext<br/>This Life we relish and insure the next.</li></ol></blockquote></p><a name="entry.d39976e15128">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e15128">77.</h2><p>On the <span class="date" title="1752-10-11">11th</span> I set forward and in three miles came in the road to <span class="pn">Wicklow</span> and passing by <span class="pn">Wingates</span> a fine situation on a height near the sea, we crossed <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Brayhead’ (%) Anon">Bray Head</span></span> and passed by <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Meath</span></span>'s house, where in the gardens are fine hedges and plantations, and going to <span class="pn" title="town">Bray</span>, saw to the left <span class="ps">Mr. Odair</span>'s, an improvement in very good taste, and at a distance <span class="pn" title="estate"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Powers Court’ (%) Anon">Powerscourt</span></span>, belonging to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Powerscourt</span></span>, where there is a large house and great improvements, but the slopes are rather too steep and unnatural; In the Park two miles from the House, is the famous fall of Water, which is a cascade that falls in one spout without breaks for feet, the river which makes it falls into <span class="pn" title="river">Bray river</span>, which rises out of two Loughs up in the side of the mountain, at the west end of <span class="pn">Glancree</span>: The high ground on each side covered with wood in the way to it is very fine. Below <span class="pn" title="estate"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Powers Court’ (%) Anon">Powerscourt</span></span> the Dargil a hanging ground over the river covered with wood affords a beautiful scene. About three miles from this is the <span class="pn">Glyn of the Downes</span>, which leads from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to a place called <span class="pn">the Downs</span>, about two miles from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Alta Dora’ (%) Anon">Altadora</span></span>, it is a deep Narrow Valley, with high hills on each side, part of them covered with wood and one of them is called the <span class="pn" title="hill">Sugar loaf</span>. All this country is most exceeding Romantick and beautiful Near <span class="pn" title="estate"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Powers Court’ (%) Anon">Powerscourt</span></span>; <span class="ps">Mr. Monk</span> has a pleasant country house with good plantations about it. The County of <span class="pn" title="county">Wicklow</span> is remarkable for wood, which grows extremely

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well in it, they have a saying that a stick put in the ground will grow: Myrtle thrives in their gardens, and is planted abroad in the natural ground.</p><p><span class="pn" title="town">Bray</span> is prettily situated on a height over the river is a very small town, with a Barrack in it. Three <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘miles miles’ by BF">miles</span> further is <span class="pn">Loughlinstown</span> an Inn, and a few houses, near which <span class="ps">Mr. Domville</span> has a ruinous seat, very finely situated, over it is a hill on which <span class="ps">Mr. Malpas</span> erected an obelisk, to employ the Poor in the year of famine; at the foot of that hill on the sea are lead mines. <sup id="fnref:59.footnotes">59<a href="#fn:59.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> I came by <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Stilorgan’ (%) Anon">Stillorgan</span></span> <span class="ps">Lady <span class="an">Allen</span></span>'s seat, where in the Park is a fine obelisk erected on four arches of rustick Grostesque Arches, in the manner of that in the <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Piazza Navonna’ (%) Anon">Piazza Navona</span></span> at <span class="pn" title="city">Rome</span>, but much larger. We then came by <span class="pn" title="estate">Mirian</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Lord Fitzwilliam</span>, a most glorious situation commanding a fine view which appears very beautiful from the top of the hill, through the Visto's cut in the Grove of <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘firr’ (%) Anon">fir</span> trees. <span class="pn">Butlerstown</span> is the same kind of situation where <span class="ps">Lord Fitzwilliam</span> has let his land in small parcels for building country houses. From this place I came by <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Donibrook’ (%) Anon">Donnybrook</span></span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>.</p><a name="entry.d39976e15307">‍</a><h2 class="page-title" id="d39976e15307">78.</h2><p>
<blockquote class="docindoc letter"><p class="opener">
<p class="dateline">
<span class="pn">Dublin,</span><br/><span class="date" title="1753-07-17">July 17th 1753.</span></p>
Honoured Madam!<br/></p><p>I left <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> on the <span class="date" title="1753-06-19">19th of June</span> and went by <span class="pn">Tallogh</span> a mansion house of the Archbishop of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, repaired by <span class="ps">Archbishop Hoadley</span>; and then coming in between the mountains came by <span class="pn">Blessington</span>, a village where <span class="ps">Lord 

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<span class="an">Blessington</span></span> has a seat, and turning to the south I crossed <span class="pn" title="river">Kings river</span> at <span class="pn">Burgage</span> where there is a remarkable old cross about fifteen feet high of one piece of mountain stone; passing by <span class="ps">Mr. Leeson</span>'s fine new built house and offices I came to the <span class="pn" title="river">Liffy</span>, which we cross'd over <span class="pn">Horspeth Bridge</span>, near which I sat down and dined by the river, and the poor children coming about me, I had the pleasure of feeding them. From this place for about half a mile there are several <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> falls of the river between the rocks; the banks on each side being high and steep, these falls are called <span class="pn">Pooley Pucky</span>: We soon came to the small village and church of <span class="pn" title="village">Holywood</span>, and passed through the Glyn or narrow vale of <span class="pn">Holywood</span>, which is very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> having on each side steep hills covered with wood, and is something like the Glyn of the downs near <span class="pn" title="town">Bray</span>: At the entrance of it I saw they had been working for ore. We came to <span class="pn" title="town">Donard</span> a poor small town like a village; with a ruinous church: About this place three or four rivlets come out of the mountains and form the river <span class="pn" title="river">Slaney</span> which runs through the Counties of <span class="pn" title="county">Carlow</span> and <span class="pn" title="county">Wexford</span>, and falls into the sea at <span class="pn" title="town">Wexford</span>; the first I crossed is called the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> <span class="pn" title="river">Slaney</span>, the next is the principal stream near Donoghmore Church: Here <span class="ps" title="Ralph Howard">Mr. Howard</span> has an estate, he is son of the late <span class="ps">Bishop of <span class="pn">Elphin</span></span>, whose patrimony it was: He has a park here and a hunting house. All this country on the <span class="pn" title="river">Slaney</span> is finely improved and planted in most parts of the way which I went to <span class="pn" title="village"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balkinglass’ (%) Anon">Baltinglass</span></span> five miles further, coming into the high <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> road from <span class="pn">Ballymore-Eustace</span>, near two miles from <span class="pn" title="village"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Balkinglass’ (%) Anon">Baltinglass</span></span>, from which the road all the way is through a wood having Mr. {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} seat to the right on the river <span class="pn" title="river">Balinglass</span> is eight computed miles from <span class="pn">Ballymore</span>, which is seventeen measured miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, eleven Irish measured miles making fourteen

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English: But the way I came it must be thirty of our measured miles. <span class="pn" title="village">Baltinglass</span> is a very pleasant village, tho' call'd a market town, situated in a bottom on the <span class="pn" title="river">Slaney</span>, and the country round about it is beautifully improved in plantations of Wood: It belongs to <span class="ps">Mr. Stratford</span>, who has a small park here on the side of a hill, but lives four miles from this place: He has built houses for weavers, a spinning school and Bleach yard, but it does not take much. There was an Abbey here of St Mary of <span class="pn" title="village">Baltinglass</span> or <span class="frn" title="(Latin)">de valle Salutis</span>, the Monks were <span class="on" title="order">Cistertians</span>, it was founded by <span class="ps">Dermot son of Murchard King of <span class="pn" title="province">Leinster</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1148">1148</span>.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-20">20th</span> in the afternoon I went through a very fine country five miles to <span class="pn">Castledermot</span>, I observ'd in the way some ruins of a place call'd <span class="pn">Grany</span> and was informed that it had been a convent; it was an Augustinian Nunnery founded about <span class="date" title="1200">1200</span> by <span class="ps" title="Walter de Riddlesford">Gualter <span class="nk">de</span> <span class="pn">Ridelesford</span></span>: In <span class="pn">Castledermot</span> anciently called <span class="pn">Tristledermot</span> is a Priory and Hospital of St John Baptist for cross bearing <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Friers’ (%) Anon">Friars</span> founded by <span class="ps">Walter <span class="nk">de</span> <span class="pn">Riddlesford</span></span>, Lord of the place in <span class="ps">King John</span>'s time. This town had its name from <span class="ps">St. Diarmitius</span> who lived here as a Hermit, from whom it was called the desart of Diarmitius. There is a round tower at the Parish church of a larger kind than the common towers of that sort in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. They have a Charter School here for forty boys, founded by the encouragement of the late <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Kildare</span></span>. I went on towards <span class="pn" title="town">Athy</span> and in about a mile came to <span class="pn" title="hill">Kilkea Hill</span>, which appeared as if it had been anciently <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortifyed’ (%) Anon">fortified</span>, and at the foot of it, on a rivlet which falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Barrow</span> is a Castle of that name; within a mile of <span class="pn" title="town">Athy</span> we passed by a remarkable old Rath or fort called <span class="pn">Shanrath</span> and arrived at <span class="pn" title="town">Athy</span>, a small market town well situated on the <span class="pn" title="river">Barrow</span>, they have a new 

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market house and it is a Burrough, there is a large stone bridge here over the <span class="pn" title="river">Barrow</span>. There was a Dominican <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘friery’ (%) Anon">friary</span> here built in <span class="date" title="1257">1257</span>, where several Chapters of the order were held: and on the other side of this bridge was a Priory of <span class="ps">St. John</span> for the order of Cross bearers founded in <span class="ps">King John</span>'s time by <span class="ps">Richard <span class="nk">de</span> <span class="pn">S. Michael</span> Lord of <span class="pn">Reban</span></span>.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-21">21st</span> I went four miles to <span class="pn">Ballykilcavan</span> the seat of the <span class="on" title="family">Welshs</span> where they have pleasant park. I observed in the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘limestone’ (%) Anon">lime stone</span> of this country some of the petrified coral. I came to <span class="pn">Stradbally</span>, a small market town in a well improved Country. Near it is <span class="ps">Mr. Cosby</span>'s seat with the finest improvements of high hedges, of white thorn, Horn beam &amp;c: I ever saw round the quarters, which are full of Kitchen stuff and excellent fruit trees. <span class="ps">Mr. Pigot</span> is building an <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> house in a park near the town, the most beautiful part of this garden is a Terrace, over a river and other walks about it, and another river which falls into it: And between these rivers begins that gravelly bank, covered with green sod, called the Escarp, which I shall have occasion to mention below. This might be made a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> thing, tho' they are carrying part of it away for gravel for the roads, over one of these rivers the County are building a bridge on the <span class="pn" title="town">Carlow</span> road, which leads to the Charter School: on the other side of the river is a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> Charter School for forty or three score boys and girls, and it is large enough to hold an hundred: it was founded chiefly on the bounty and under the direction of <span class="ps">Mr. Cosby</span>. Here was a Convent of <span class="on" title="order">Minorites</span> founded by <span class="ps">Omore</span>, and its thought to be the Convent called <span class="pn" title="convent">Levasia</span>, for it is called <span class="pn">Strallbally</span> in <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Laois’ Anon">Lese</span></span>, and this County, <span class="pn" title="county">Kings-County</span> and some other parts were called the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Laois’ Anon">Lese</span></span>. I went along a pleasant road through a fine Country, mostly

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on the bank of gravel call'd the <span class="pn">Escar</span> and in English the ridge, which they say runs almost through the whole country, it is between the two rivlets above mentioned; it is probably that anciently they were larger rivers than at present and that this was the bank between them: After going about three miles I came to <span class="pn">Timohoe</span>, where there is a remarkable round tower, with a door to it of Saxon architecture which is singular. We came to <span class="pn">Ballyroan</span> a large village on a rivlet, which falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>, and crossing that river came to <span class="pn" title="estate">Springmount</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Brereton</span>, near the remains of a fine ruined Castle, on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> called <span class="pn" title="castle">Killeny</span>.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-24">24th</span> I went to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Abelaix’ (%) Anon">Abbeyleix</span></span>, the seat of <span class="ps" title="Sir John Denny Vesey">Lord <span class="an">Knapton</span></span> son of <span class="ps">Sir Thomas Vesey late Bishop of <span class="pn" title="see">Ossory</span></span>,—Here was an Abbey of <span class="on" title="order">Cistertians</span> supplied from the Abbey of <span class="pn" title="village">Baltinglass</span> in <span class="date" title="1183">1183</span>, it is said to be founded by <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Cocheger Omore’ by BF"><span class="ps">Connor O'More</span></span>, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span> there, and in the Street a tomb remains, said to be of <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘Omore’ by BF"><span class="ps">O'More</span></span> in the spot where the Church stood. I went from this place further to <span class="pn" title="castle">Water Castle</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Lyons</span>, a fine spot of ground, well adorned with plantations, through which the river <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> runs, just as the <span class="pn" title="river">Willey</span> runs through <span class="pn">Wilton</span>, and it might be made a fine thing, commanding a view of a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> country all round.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-26">26th</span> I crossed on a bridge at <span class="pn" title="castle">Gortineclea</span> an old Castle, a rivlet called the gulley, which rises towards <span class="pn" title="Borris-in Ossory">Burres</span>, in <span class="pn">Ossory</span> and falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> below <span class="pn" title="castle">Water Castle</span>, passing most of the way through a morassy ground: Going to the south of this Morass, I came to <span class="pn" title="village">Aghaboe</span>, a large village where there are remains of a Monastery, and of a singular tower to a building, probably the Refectory now a Church: The tower is five sides of an octagon, near it is a Mount for defence. This was an Abbey of <span class="on" title="order">Dominicans</span>, built by

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the Lords of <span class="pn">Upper Ossory</span>: It is said to have been first founded by <span class="ps" title="St Canice">St. Kenny</span> son of <span class="ps" title="">Laidee</span> a famous poet, and that he was the first Abbot: He <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘dyed’ (%) Anon">died</span> in <span class="date" title="599">599</span>: 'tis thought the See of <span class="pn" title="see">Ossory</span> was moved from <span class="pn">Saiger</span> now called <span class="pn">Seir-Kean</span> to this place about the year <span class="date" title="1052">1052</span> for then a Church was built there, and <span class="ps" title="St Canice">St. Kenny</span>'s tomb placed in it the See was afterwards moved to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-27">27th</span> I went three miles westward to <span class="pn">Reshal</span> on the turnpike road to <span class="pn" title="city">Limerick</span> and fifty miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>; this is a ruined seat of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an" title="Mountrath">Montrath</span></span>'s, it was the estate and Mansion house of <span class="ps">Costegan</span> the old proprietor, who was proclaimed as a rebel, and his estate granted to <span class="ps">Sir Charles Coote</span>, who in <span class="date" title="1611">1611</span> did great services in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> and was made <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn" title="Mountrath">Montrath</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1660">1660</span>—was one of the Lords justices and died in <span class="date" title="1661">1661</span> and was suceeded by his son Charles who in <span class="date" title="1696">1696</span> was also one of the Lords justices: The small old mansion remains, to which <span class="ps" title="Sir Charles Coote">Sir Charles</span> made great additions, and the Court and garden are encompassed by walls and defended by Turrets, it is a fine situation, commanding a view of the country to the east and the vale to the west and south west, in which the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> runs by <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Burres in Ossory’ (%) Anon">Borris-in-Ossory</span></span>. We returned by <span class="pn">Castletown</span>, where are remains of an old Castle held by <span class="ps">Colonel FitzPatrick</span> for <span class="ps">King Charles <span class="gn">the First</span></span>, who forfeited, and going abroad on the restoration had all returned to him; and <span class="ps">Richard FitzPatrick of this family was created Baron of <span class="pn">Gowran</span></span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kilkenny</span>: His wife was daughter and heir of <span class="ps">Sir Jno Robinson</span> of <span class="pn">Farmingwood</span> in <span class="pn">Northamptonshire</span>, which estate his son now enjoys, as well as a large estate in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. He is a branch of this house the head of which in the time of <span class="ps" title="King Henry the Eighth">Henry <span class="gn">8th</span></span> was made Baron of <span class="pn" title="barony">Upper Ossory</span>. This title somehow or other was not asserted

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and lying dormant the present <span class="ps" title="John FitzPatrick">Lord <span class="an">Gowran</span></span> was created Viscount of <span class="pn" title="barony">Upper Ossory</span>; tho' it is said there is an heir to that title. A mile beyond this place is <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Montrath’ (%) Anon">Mountrath</span></span>, a small market town, where <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an" title="Mountrath">Montrath</span></span> has a small house. Both these places are on the high road, one forty eight, the other forty seven from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-29">29th</span> I went by <span class="pn">Gortineclea</span> and going on southward passed by <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cuffs borough’ (%) Anon">Cuffsborough</span></span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Cuf</span>'s, where I observed <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Trochi</span> and <span class="term" title="(Latin) ">Entrochi</span> in the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘limestone’ (%) Anon">lime stone</span> which <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lyes’ (%) Anon">lies</span> loose in the earth all over this country; and at <span class="pn">Donoghmore</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Morri</span>'s, they have great quarries of this stone, which is a coarse black marble, but not used because the Kilkenny is much better. Going on we saw a small lake to the East called <span class="pn" title="lake">Ardevin</span> and near it <span class="pn" title="castle">Grantsown</span> an old castle which is now inhabited. Coming on a <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘heighth’ by BF">height</span>, I saw to the west a Morass, round which are several places, as near the road <span class="pn" title="castle">Kilbredy</span> a ruined Castle; and near that a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘fortifyed’ (%) Anon">fortified</span> Mount, called <span class="pn">Motchneloiak</span> (The middle mote) from which <span class="ps">Mr. Flood</span>'s seat has its name; we then came to a small stream which rises out of the morass: About two miles farther is <span class="pn">Donoughmore</span>, where there is a barrack for one troop of horse: going about a quarter of a mile farther we crossed over the river <span class="pn" title="river">Erkin</span> on a bridge, near it is <span class="pn" title="estate">Coolcany</span> the house of <span class="ps">Mr. Baldwin</span>: We had left the road of <span class="pn" title="town">Rathdowny</span>, a small town on the south side of the Morass, belonging to the heir of <span class="ps" title="Thomas Prior">Mr. Prior</span> the great patriot of this Kingdom; and going on about two miles came to an old fort called <span class="pn" title="fort">Rath Philip</span> on a <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘heighth’ by BF">height</span> with a burial place near it, 'tho no sign of a church: about a mile farther we came at Whites wall from the <span class="pn" title="county">Queens County</span> into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kilkenny</span>, and in about two miles to <span class="pn" title="monastery">Farta</span> an old monastery, where there is an old round tower, twelve feet in diameter and by measuring

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the shadow I found it to be eighty three feet high, but the top point is much decayed and there is crack down the East side of it. There is a church in repair, with some old carved work about it; to the north of it is an old chapel in which there is a tomb of the {<span class="fa" title="gap one or two words">⬌</span>} with an inscription on it, on the tomb is a <span class="term" title="() "><span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘mezzo releivo’ by BF">mezzo relievo</span></span> of a man in armour with a dog at his feet, a sword in his hand stretched on his thigh, and his hand lying on his other leg; the tomb is adorned with sculpture, near it I saw the top of another tomb, which seemed to be of a woman, with a singular Head dress, rising up on each side as in two horns. This is I suppose the <span class="pn" title="priory">Priory of Kiaran</span> of <span class="on" title="order">Augustinian Canons</span> said to be at Fest-re-gerah. I went a furlong farther to <span class="pn">Beggars Inn</span>, on the new turnpike road from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span>, five miles from <span class="pn">Longford Pass</span> and fifteen from <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span>; near it is a ruin call'd <span class="pn">Baun Richen</span>, which they call part of the old monastery, and probably was the farm house belonging to it. The <span class="pn" title="Cullenagh hills?: hill range">Caley hills</span> extend from <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Darrow’ (%) Anon">Durrow</span></span> beyond this place to the east of the turnpike road; and from this place is a road to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span> ten miles off, through a Glyn or Vale between the hills, in the middle of which is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> hill, on the top of which there seemed to be a rath or fort: Going on towards <span class="pn" title="town">Durrow</span> in our return we came in less than a mile to <span class="pn" title="castle">Aglishhaw Castle</span>, where is a rivlet that comes out of the Glyn, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther we had a mile to the west an old Monastery called <span class="pn" title="monastery">Agha Macart</span>, and nearer a large fort or Rath. This was a Priory of <span class="corr" title="Corrected from ‘St. Tigernac’ by BF">St Tigernach</span> for <span class="on" title="order">Augustinian Canons</span>. In a mile we passed <span class="pn" title="castle">Calahil Castle</span>, a large enclosure with two or three buildings like Chapels. A mile farther we came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Cahil Castle</span> to the west, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond saw a very pretty seat called <span class="pn">Newtown</span>. We then passed a stream,

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which rises from a Holy well, a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> to the west called <span class="pn" title="well">Tubberboh</span>; and in about a mile and half, by a pleasant road between the woods of <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Durrow</span>, we came to <span class="pn" title="town">Durrow</span> a a small market town, and now a great thoroughfare, the Turnpike road from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span> being carried through it. <span class="ps" title="William Flower Viscount Ashbrook">Lord <span class="an">Ashbrook</span></span> who till lately had the Title of Castle Durrow has a seat here well situated with a fine Park and Woods.</p><p class="closer">I am &amp;c.</p></blockquote></p><p>
<blockquote class="docindoc letter"><p><span class="date" title="1753-07-03">July 3d. 1753</span>. I went from Springmount to <span class="pn" title="village"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Burres in Ossory’ (%) Anon">Burris-in-Ossory</span></span>, a village pleasantly situated on the north west side of a chain of beautiful <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Hills finely improved which extend to the south west towards the mountains called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Devil's Bit</span>, out of which the rivers <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> and <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> rise. This is an estate given by <span class="ps">King Charles <span class="gn">the First</span></span> to the favourite <span class="ps">Duke of <span class="an">Buckingham</span></span> and is now the estate of one of his family, of the name also of <span class="on" title="Villiers">Villers</span>. There is a good Mansion house on it of the Architecture of those times, which seems to have been built to an old Castle, this place is 53 miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond it we crossed the <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>, which almost from its rise runs through a morassy ground to <span class="pn">Montrath</span>. We passed in sight of <span class="pn" title="castle">Gorvan Castle</span>, on one of those hills to the south, and to the north by <span class="pn" title="castle">Cloncuis Castle</span>, two miles from <span class="pn" title="Burris">Borres</span>, it is the estate of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an" title="Mountrath">Montrath</span></span>. We came to those hills which divide the <span class="pn" title="county">Queen's County</span> from the <span class="pn" title="county">King's County</span>, and in a line from them is the bounds between <span class="pn" title="county">Queen's County</span> and the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span>, which is marked by a stone a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond the 56th mile stone on the east side of this hill; just at the end of it is a large Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Ballaghmore Castle</span> with a wall and ramparts round it. I saw further on to the south as in the Morass a Church with trees planted round it called <span class="pn" title="church">Monatinchelich</span>. We came to <span class="pn" title="town">Roscrea</span> 58 miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, pleasantly situated

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on a rivlet between the <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> hills, which form a sort of Amphitheater round it, and are bounded by higher hills to the south and north; It is a small town tho' with a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> encouragement in the Woollen manufacture it might be greatly improved. At the entrance of the town is the front of a very old church to a modern building, it consists of a door and two flat arches on each side of the Saxon Architecture and a <span class="term" title="() ">Mezzo relievo</span> probably of <span class="ps">St Cronan</span> to whom it is dedicated appears over it much defaced. At a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> distance is a Cross in a circle, with the Crucifix on one side and another figure on the other, and <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘adjoyning’ (%) Anon">adjoining</span> to it a stone carved in several figures and at each end a <span class="term" title="() ">Mezzo relievo</span> of some saint, they are both of a sandy stone with pebbles in it, in which these hills abound, they are both if I mistake not called the Shrine of <span class="ps">St Cronan</span>. To the North west is a round tower fifteen feet diameter with two steps round it at the bottom about fifteen feet from the ground is a window with a regular arch, and as much higher another with a pointed top: it appeared to be only about fifty feet high, but the height was probably seven diameters, which seems to be the proportion they observed, that is 105 feet high, the top of it having probably fallen to decay. On the river at the north west part of the town, are pretty perfect remains of the Convent of <span class="on" title="order">Minorites</span> founded by Biliana Widow of <span class="ps" title="Máelruanaid Ó Cearbhaill c.1470-1532"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Melron O Carol’ (%) Anon">Mulroney O'Carroll</span></span>. There is a barrack here for one company of foot. This estate did belong to the Bishops of <span class="pn" title="see">Killaloe</span>, who gave it the Crown for the lands of <span class="pn">Newcastle</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Wicklow</span> and some other lands which the Bishop never got. The Crown granted it to the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Ormond</span></span>, it was sold by that Duke to <span class="ps">Mr. Curtis</span> who sold it to <span class="ps">Mr. Daymore</span>. There was a fine old Castle on it, and near it is built a good Mansion house; Some walls appear 

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about the grove to the north, probably the circuit of that Castle: It is no Corporation, nor is there any justice of peace within some miles of it, as I was informed; and most of the inhabitants are Papists. I returned to <span class="pn">Springmount</span> by <span class="pn">Aghaboe</span>.</p><p>I set out from <span class="pn">Springmount</span> on the <span class="date" title="1753-07-05">5th of July</span> and went to <span class="pn">Aghaboe</span> from which place I got into the road to <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span> and passed near the <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle of Kilbredy</span> already mentioned, and going towards <span class="pn">Donoghmore</span>, came within a quarter of a mile of it, to a ruin call'd <span class="pn">Castletown</span>, it is part of a tower, with foundations of walls about it extending a considerable way; and west of it are foundations of another tower; there seems to have been a large village about the Castle which belongs to the <span class="on" title="Villiers">Villers</span>, being in the Manor of Buries. I came to <span class="pn">Donoghmore</span> pleasantly situated on a height over the rivlet, which runs by <span class="pn">Rathdowny</span>, here is a church and a barrack, it is the estate of <span class="ps" title="John FitzPatrick">Lord <span class="an">Gowran</span></span>; crossing over the rivlet on a heighth, is a Rath call'd <span class="pn">Donoghmore</span> or, the great hill which has given name to this place. After travelling about four miles I saw to the North west two beautiful Hills; At the east end of the eastern hill is <span class="pn">Ivrin</span> <sup id="fnref:60.footnotes">60<a href="#fn:60.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> where there is a ruined church, and I have been informed that there is a monument there like a cross, to a son of one of the old Lords of <span class="pn">Upper Ossory</span> of the <span class="on">Fitzpatrick family</span>; we went across the bog by the pass called <span class="pn">Gortahie</span>; x I saw to the right an old Castle call'd if I mistake not <span class="pn">Kinslaney</span> x <sup id="fnref:61.footnotes">61<a href="#fn:61.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> About this place came into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Tipperary</span>, and to a large old Castle with two round towers at the corners, and large apartments <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyning’ (%) Anon">joining</span>, to one now in ruins, the enclosure is about half an acre, it is called <span class="pn">Tulleah McJames</span> near which there is such a round tower as is seen often in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> near churches, which is singular. I saw a large enclosure two miles to the east called <span class="pn">Baunaccarah</span>,

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passed through a Village call'd <span class="pn">Ballyerle</span>, where I observed there was a large school at the chapel or Masshouse, where they are taught Latin: Within two miles of <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span> I came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Rahelty Castle</span>, a good building rounded off at the Angles, an excellent regular arch at the entrance; the rooms on each floor about twenty by thirty, there is a very extensive view from the top of it, of the mountains to the west called <span class="pn" title="mountain">Devil's Bit</span>, out of which the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span> and <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span> rise very near to each other; hills to the south of them called <span class="pn" title="hill range">Kilnemanogh</span>, the <span class="pn" title="mountain range">Galty Mountains</span> on the borders of the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tiperary’ (%) Anon">Tipperary</span></span>, <span class="pn" title="county">Limerick</span>, and <span class="pn" title="county">Cork</span>, <span class="pn">Knockmandown</span> towards <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>, the mountains of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Waterford</span> and to the south east <span class="pn">Sleannemane</span>, which is seen plainly from the Key of <span class="pn" title="county">Waterford</span> and stretches its foot near to <span class="pn">Carrick</span> and <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Clonmell’ (%) Anon">Clonmel</span></span> and then to the East the hills on which <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Killenaul’ (%) Anon">Killenaule</span></span> stands which running to the north east are <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> by <span class="pn">Cullyhill</span> which extends to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Darrow’ (%) Anon">Durrow</span></span>. I arrived at <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span> situated on the river <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Sure’ (%) Anon">Suir</span></span>, twelve long miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Roscrea</span>, seven from <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span> and fifteen from <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>. There is a bridge here over the river, the first being at <span class="pn">Loughmore</span> three miles higher. This river abounds in Pike, Eeles and large Trouts. The town consists of one short street, with a market town in the middle, at the end of it is the old Castle, now the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Mathews</span> in which he has built a handsome modern house, in the garden is a Mount with a winding ascent, which probably was an old Danish fort. On the East side of this river is the church which is built to the tower of an old church, the east part of this church being an Arch under the tower; to the east of that is a chapel in which there is a monument of the Archers of Archers Court near, who had contentions with the Lords of <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span>. The head dress of the woman is like that at

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<span class="pn">Farta</span> already described, but not so much pointed at each corner. On the same side are the remains of a convent, a tower and some part of the Cross Isle to the north; it was founded by the <span class="on" title="family">Butlers</span> for the <span class="on" title="order">order of St. Mary of Mount Carmel</span>. There is a large popish chapel built chiefly by <span class="ps">Mr. Mathews</span> according to an inscription set in a wall near it. They have some tradition I believe without foundation, that this Castle did belong to the <span class="on" title="order">Knights Templars</span>: There are two barracks here for three troops of horse—</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-08">8th of July</span> I left <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span>, came in about nine miles to <span class="pn">Burres en Leough</span>, probably <span class="pn">Burres on the Lough</span>, being an Island on the bog, which might anciently be a Lough. Here <span class="ps">Mr. Mathews</span> has a seat; this is called the bog of <span class="pn">Monela</span>, which extends northward near to <span class="pn" title="town">Roscrea</span>. These Islands consist of a lime stone gravel and large pebbles of lime stone; five miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span> we came to <span class="pn">Longford Pass</span>, where there was a barrack <sup id="fnref:62.footnotes">62<a href="#fn:62.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> <sup id="fnref:63.footnotes">63<a href="#fn:63.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> for half a company of foot, which is now in ruins, not having been used for near twenty years. Three miles from <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span>, the road to <span class="pn" title="town">Cashel</span> leaves the road to <span class="pn" title="town">Thurles</span>, pointing almost directly south. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond <span class="pn">Longford Pass</span>, the road goes to the East to <span class="pn" title="city">Kilkenny</span>, and I turned northward in the road to <span class="pn" title="town"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Durraw’ (%) Anon">Durrow</span></span>, having the hills to the East, which extend along the west side of the river <span class="pn" title="river">Nore</span>. There is a hill to the west side of these, on the side of which there is a house called <span class="pn" title="house"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Ballispellean’ (%) Anon">Ballyspellan</span></span>; a quarter of a mile above it is a mineral water which runs through a black slate, which is Medicinal, and its said there is a composition of sulphur in it; it is esteemed good for all kinds of scrophulous disorders. I came down from this place to <span class="pn">Farta</span> already mentioned and continuing two miles along the road to

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<span class="pn" title="town">Durrow</span>, I went out of it to the west about half a mile to the monastery of <span class="pn" title="monastery">Agha Macarth</span> mentioned before, in which there is nothing remarkable, but a gate at the entrance with a true arch of good workmanship, and there are stone sockets for the gate to turn on. This place is on the rivlet called the <span class="pn" title="stream">Goula</span>, which runs near <span class="pn">Farta</span>, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below this <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyns’ (%) Anon">joins</span> the river which runs from <span class="pn">Rathdowney</span>; I crossed the river about 2 miles above it and came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Grantstown Castle</span> which is oval. Passing by <span class="pn" title="church"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Agha gouran’ (%) Anon">Aghagouran</span></span> a ruined church, I came to a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> Mount, which is called <span class="pn">the Leap</span>, and so returned by <span class="pn">Gorthniclea</span> to <span class="pn">Springmount</span>.</p><p>On the <span class="date" title="1753-07-13">13th of July</span> I left <span class="pn">Springmount</span>, stop'd at <span class="pn">Stradbally</span> and came to the <span class="pn" title="river">Barrow</span> at <span class="pn">Riverstown</span>, where one <span class="ps">Mr. Brown</span> has has a pleasant seat. This a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> place, and mostly resembles old <span class="pn">Windsor</span>; the ferry is crossed in a very bad boat, and I was obliged to swim one of my horses.</p><p>I came to <span class="pn" title="town">Kildare</span> on the <span class="date" title="1753-07-14">14th</span>; I passed over the <span class="pn">Curragh</span> and came to <span class="pn">Newbridge</span>; here I saw part of the Head and horns of an Elk, dug out of a neighbouring bog, where they have also found several bones of this animal, and have been informed that they seldom find a skeleton together, but the bones dispersed, probably not only by the current of the water, but where they are found on a descent by the moving of the earth. I stop'd at <span class="pn">Furnace</span> and arrived at <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> in the evening.</p><p class="closer">I am &amp;c.</p></blockquote></p><p>
<blockquote class="docindoc letter"><p class="opener">Honoured Madam,<br/></p><p>On <span class="date" title="1753-08-06">Monday the 6th of August 1753</span> I left <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to go to <span class="pn">Ardbracan</span> which is two miles beyond <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span>, in the county of <span class="pn" title="county">East Meath</span>. I went through the <span class="pn" title="park">Phoenix Park</span>, and had on the right the rivlet which rises above <span class="pn">Dunboyn</span> and falls into the sea by <span class="pn" title="bridge"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Bally baw bridge’ (%) Anon">Ballybaw Bridge</span></span>, near

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<span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, having passed by <span class="pn">Finglass</span> and <span class="pn">Glasnevin</span> some parts of it which are planted and are very beautiful. On the top of the hill to the right, is the old ruined church of <span class="pn" title="church">Malahilhart</span>, to which the people resort much out of devotion especially on the Patron day. We crossed the river about a mile from <span class="pn">Dunboyn</span>, and came from the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Dublin</span> into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">East Meath</span>. Near <span class="pn" title="castle">Kileen Castle</span> I saw <span class="pn">Dunsany</span>, where <span class="ps" title="Edward Plunkett, 12th Baron of Dunsany">Lord Dunsany</span> lives, a Roman Catholick Lord of about £200 a year. We came up to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tarah’ (%) Anon">Tara</span></span> at the top of the hill of that name, where the Kings of Meath, one of the five divisions of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>, are said to have resided; and they have a tradition, that in a field to the west of the church, the five Kings of the five provinces of <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> used to meet. I saw five barrows in this situation on which it is possible the five kings Omorth sat with their people round them, <sup id="fnref:64.footnotes">64<a href="#fn:64.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup><br/>
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I conjectured also that they might bear some relation to their respective situations on the southern one is a stone or pillar set up which might belong to the Emperor or head of them the King of <span class="pn" title="province">Munster</span>. In the churchyard also there is an ancient stone set up, on which there is an unshapen short figure, something like Pusterus the German Deity. <sup id="fnref:65.footnotes">65<a href="#fn:65.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> About a small mile to the south, I had seen the remains of a large Rath, called <span class="pn">Errameath</span>, probably the place of residence of the Kings of <span class="pn">Meath</span>. Close to <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Tarah’ (%) Anon">Tara</span></span> is <span class="pn">Brabazon Lodge</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Brabazon</span>, brother and heir to the Earl of <span class="pn">Meath</span>; it is a large house, and its said to have been a much greater building, probably round a Court. They say it was built by <span class="ps">Stopford Secretary to <span class="ps">Oliver Cromwell</span></span>, from whom I am informed the <span class="on" title="family">Stopfords</span> of this County are descended. I went a mile across this <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘demeasn’ (%) Anon">demesne</span> to the north to <span class="pn">Skreens</span>: on another summit of the hill; here is

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a good old church with a high tower; the east end of the church is in repair. Over the south door is a <span class="term" title="() ">Mezzo relievo</span> of <span class="ps">St. Columb</span>, to whom the church is dedicated, it is very well executed, in the left hand is a book, in the right, a staff. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below the church are the remains of the friery of <span class="on" title="order">Augustinian Hermits</span>, to which I was informed 40 acres of land did belong. Descending from <span class="pn">Skreens</span>, I observed a point of land which has been fortified and beyond it on the west side of the vale is a large Rath, near this is <span class="pn" title="estate">Lismullen</span>, an estate of the <span class="on" title="family">Dillons</span>: From this vale a river runs down to the high road and meets another, which passes through the vale to the east of <span class="pn">Bellenter</span> and both of them fall into the <span class="pn" title="river">Boyne</span> opposite to <span class="pn">Ardsallah</span>. I arrived at <span class="pn">Ardbracan</span> the Bishop of Meath's, two miles beyond <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span>, from which place I made several excursions, in which and at other times, I made such observations on the Country about the <span class="pn" title="river">Boyne</span>, as I shall send you the first opportunity.</p><p class="closer">I am &amp;c:</p></blockquote></p><p>
<blockquote class="docindoc letter"><p class="opener">Honoured Madam,<br/></p><p>The <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> is said to rise out of a Spring at <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Carbery</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Kildare</span> called the Mother Spring of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>; but I observed that the larger stream rises out of a Bog, near the Charter School, and that this small stream falls into it. <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Carbery</span> is an estate belonging to the two Coheiresses Miss Cooleings, and is finely situated on a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘heigth’ (%) Anon">height</span> improved with plantations which is seen at a great distance. I went farther down the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> I see <span class="pn">Ballybogan</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Meath</span>, a place on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>; which I take to be a Priory dedicated to the Holy Trinity; it was called also <span class="pn" title="priory">Laude Dei</span> and belonged to <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular of <span class="ps">St Austin</span></span>. And I once saw some large ruins this way, which are I suppose the remains of that Monastery: Lower is <span class="pn" title="see">Clonard</span> the See of

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an ancient Bishoprick, where I saw some ruins and there was here a Convent of Canonesses, a Priory of <span class="ps">St Peter</span> of <span class="on" title="order">Canons Regular of <span class="ps">St Austin</span></span>, and another Convent of some Order, founded by <span class="ps">St Firmian</span>. About two miles above <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span> the river of <span class="pn" title="river">Trimleston</span> falls into the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>; on this river is <span class="pn">Trimleston</span>, the seat of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Trimleston</span></span> built to an ancient Castle, that was mostly destroyed in <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Oliver</span>'s time. The present Lord married young and retired to <span class="pn" title="city">Paris</span>, where his genius leading him to Botany, he <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘studyed’ (%) Anon">studied</span> Physick, and often gave his advice to the Princes of the Blood and other Nobility: about six years ago he returned on the death of his Father and brought a great collection of Exotic plants, among 'em the Cinamon-tree and the Hermaphrodite, the latter has on it the leaves of Orange, Lemon Citron and Cedra, and each fruit contains in it, the fruit of these four kinds, which caused great speculation at <span class="pn" title="city">Paris</span>, but it was determined it could not be done by any inoculation or Art, but that it was a tree of this kind. As his Lordship's skill in Physick soon became known, people of all conditions resorted to him, and now he allots fridays to hear them all, and he not only hears the poor but gives them drugs, the rich who come to consult, putting into a Box for that purpose; he is a Nobleman of excellent sense and of great politeness and address; he has found out near his house thirty six uncommon plants, most of which he has brought into his garden. The River of <span class="pn">Trimleston</span> has a large black Trout, exceeding that of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, and also very good Eeles; I found in it several small shell fish of different kinds, and among them I found one about as big as a silver threepence, a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘compleat’ (%) Anon">complete</span> Ammon's horn and alive. They have very good quarries here of Lime Stone, some of which rises as flags or broad 

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stones. And <span class="ps">Mr. Barnewall</span> My Lord's eldest son has sent me petrifications of small Nautilus's found in the quarries. <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Trimleston</span></span> has a dark avenue to his house, near an English mile long. Three miles beyond it is <span class="pn">Athboy</span>, where was a Convent of <span class="on" title="order">Carmelites</span>, and in a chapel of the church I saw an ancient Monument: near it is the hill of <span class="pn" title="hill">Ward</span>, from which there is a fine prospect of <span class="pn">Skeles</span>, <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Andbraccan’ (%) Anon">Ardbraccan</span></span>, <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span> and a great tract of country. <span class="pn">Athboy</span> stands on the river <span class="pn" title="river">Trimleston</span>, and almost all the way to the west of it, is a bog, the further side of which is the bounds between the County of <span class="pn" title="county">East Meath</span> and <span class="pn" title="county">West Meath</span>. To the north of the Hill of <span class="pn" title="hill">Ward</span> is rathmore the ruined seat of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Darnley</span></span>,—where there is a large wood. We now come to <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span> on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, a small town situated on both sides of the river; it has anciently been walled, and there are remains of the walls and gates, one to the west of the Street from <span class="pn">Dangan</span>, another still in repair called <span class="pn">Athboy gate</span>: A high tower remains in part of the Dominican Convent, but one side of it was blown up by <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Oliver</span>'s army. There was a Convent of <span class="on" title="order">Black <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘friers’ (%) Anon">Friars</span></span> and <span class="on" title="order">Grey <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Friers’ (%) Anon">Friars</span></span> one where the barrack is, and the other to the north of the town: But the greatest piece of Antiquity is a very large Castle, called <span class="pn" title="castle"><span class="ps">King John</span>'s Castle</span>, which is a building of great strength, the enclosure extending to the river. About half a mile from <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span> on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, is the Priory of <span class="ps">St Peter</span> and <span class="ps">St Paul</span> of <span class="pn">Newtown</span> near <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span>, which was also an ancient Bishop's See, of which there were several in the Diocese of <span class="pn" title="diocese">Meath</span>, many of them consisting of some one of the present twelve Deaneries of the Diocese. They were here <span class="on" title="order">Canons of <span class="ps">St Victor</span></span>, and I was informed that a daughter of <span class="ps">King John</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘lyes’ (%) Anon">lies</span> <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘buryed’ (%) Anon">buried</span> here of the name of and that they show a stone, said to be over her tomb. Near <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span> the <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Roscommon</span></span>

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had an estate, who was succeeded by his Brother, that Earl's widow who had the estate at her disposal, was afterwards <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘marryed’ (%) Anon">married</span> to the Father of <span class="ps">Mr. Carter Master of the Rolls</span>, who now enjoys it. At <span class="pn">Ardcreagh</span> in the way to <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span> was an old Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Ardcreagh</span>, to which the <span class="ps"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Dutchess’ (%) Anon">Duchess</span> of <span class="pn">Tyrconnel</span></span>, sister to the <span class="ps"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Dutchess’ (%) Anon">Duchess</span> of <span class="pn">Marlborough</span></span>, retired for three or years after the battle of <span class="pn"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Agherim’ (%) Anon">Aughrim</span></span>, and then went to <span class="pn" title="city">London</span> and <span class="pn" title="city">Paris</span>. Going from <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span> towards <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> on the road is the Charter School for 20 Boys and 20 Girls. About a mile farther is the church of <span class="pn" title="church">Laracor</span> which belonged to <span class="ps" title="Jonathan Swift">Dean Swift</span>, and he lived a month or two in the summer in a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> house near it. We soon after came to <span class="pn">Dangan</span> the seat of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Mornington</span></span> situated on a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> flat, with an Amphitheater of hills rising round it, one over another, in a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> manner; at the lower end is a very large piece of water, at one corner of which is an Island, it is a regular fortification, there is a ship a sloop and boats on the water, and a yard for building; the hill beyond it, is improved into a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> wilderness: on a round hill near the house is a Temple, and the hills round are adorned with obelisks: Pillars and some buildings, altogether the most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> thing I ever saw. <sup id="fnref:66.footnotes">66<a href="#fn:66.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup> A mile beyond it is <span class="pn">Summerhill</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Bowley</span>'s, a commanding Eminence, the house is like a Grand Palace, but in the Vanbrugh Style; the prospect from it is very fine and there are great plantations about it; the country behind it does not answer to the other parts in beauty, for it presents to your view a very disagreable Bog. Not far from this is another fine place belonging to <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Bawdon</span></span>'s 

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brother, call'd <span class="pn" title="estate">Bramhall</span>. Returning to the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> the next place is the {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} Corn Mills belonging to <span class="ps">Mr. Carter</span>, and below it is {<span class="fa" title="gap one word">⬌</span>} a pleasant seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Worthington</span>'s. Near this on the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, are large ruins of the Bernardine Abbey of <span class="pn" title="abbey">Bectiffe or de Beatitudine</span> founded by <span class="ps" title="Murchadh O Maelsheachlainn">Merchand O'Melaghlin Prince of <span class="pn">Meath</span></span> about the year <span class="date" title="1150">1150</span>. The <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Cloyster’ (%) Anon">cloister</span> is almost entire with a tower. At this place there is a bridge over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, which is the shortest road from <span class="pn">Athboy</span> to <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>: Below this near the road from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span> is <span class="pn">Belenter</span>, <span class="ps">Mr. Preston</span>'s a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘handsom’ (%) Anon">handsome</span> new built house of six rooms a floor, with convenient offices, <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘joyned’ (%) Anon">joined</span> by a Corridore, and a Court of offices on each side; there is a fine view of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> from it, which is at the distance of a furlong from the house. After the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> has run to the east all the way from its rise it here takes a turn a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> to the north, and at the angle is <span class="pn">Ardsallagh</span> <span class="ps">Mr. Ludlow</span>'s seat, lately married to the present <span class="ps">Earl of <span class="pn">Scarborough</span></span>'s sister, the house is just over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, the garden laid out in the old way, has the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> on two sides, and there is a shady walk near the river, having the rock on the other side, which appears in several strata, and is a most singular and beautiful thing; at the mill beyond it there is a rough ford across the river. Below this is a Bridge over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> beyond it <span class="pn">Athumley</span> lately the seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Coddington</span>, from which there is a beautiful hanging ground over the river, partly planted with wood, it extends much in the same manner all the way to the mouth of the river on both sides; and half a mile further is the old house of <span class="pn">Athlumley</span>, very large, and they say never finished; it is the estate of <span class="ps">Sr Quaile Sommerville</span>: This house was built by  <span class="ps">Sr Luke Dowdle</span> one of the principal fomenters of the Massacre in <span class="date" title="1641">1641</span>. The river

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then runs to <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span> and very near it turns to the East. <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span> is well situated on an eminence, at the confluence of the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span> and the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, and there is a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> hanging ground from the town covered with trees. Passing over the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span>, I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘rid’ (%) Anon">rode</span> on the north side of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> and in a mile came to the church of <span class="pn">Donoghmore</span>, over which is an ancient round tower fifteen feet in diameter, the three lower tiers of stone set out about half a foot and make three steps round it, the door is about fifteen feet from the ground, there are three members round it, which is not common, and a head on each side of the spring of the arch, and what is singular a Crucifix over the arch, cut in a barbarous manner, as they are usually cut on old crosses. A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below this is the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Dunmow</span>. In two miles we came to <span class="pn">Stackallen</span>, first passing by the road which leads to a bridge over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>. <span class="pn">Stackallen</span> is the seat of the late <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span></span> and now of <span class="ps">Mr. Hamilton</span> brother to the present Lord, near opposite to this, on the other side are the seats of <span class="ps">Mr. Meredith</span> and <span class="ps">Mr. Lambert</span>, the former has a large new built house; <span class="ps">Mr. Lambert</span> is building a very good house on an eminence over the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> where it makes a short turn, so that this situation commands a fine view of the river, near it are some Copper Mines: Going further on the north side of the river I came to <span class="pn">Barstown Cross</span>, on which there is an inscription, and down to the Castle of <span class="pn" title="castle">Slane</span> a large house of <span class="ps">Mr. Cunningham</span>'s, since who I saw this place has been created <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Mount Charles</span></span>, it is very finely situated on the river: A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> above it on the other side is a small rocky hill, from which a perpendicular rock extends down the river for a quarter of a mile, appearing like a wall with trees and shrubs growing out of it, and has a most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> effect. Above this about a

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furlong from the river is the poor town of <span class="pn" title="town">Slane</span>. They were in search of coal about a mile from this town, and it is said there is certainly coal there, of the kind of <span class="pn" title="town">Kilkenny</span> coal, but that they cannot get it worked by the obstinacy of the Proprietors. From this place to the mouth of the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span>, I gave you an Account in a letter I <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘writ’ (%) Anon">wrote</span> last May of a tour I made into that Country.</p><p class="closer">I am &amp;c:</p></blockquote></p><p>
<blockquote class="docindoc letter"><p class="opener">Honoured Madam,<br/></p><p>I mentioned in my last that the <span class="pn" title="river">Blackwater</span> falls into the <span class="pn" title="river"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Boyn’ (%) Anon">Boyne</span></span> at <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span>. This river rises out of the <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Ramor</span> in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cavan</span> and passes by <span class="pn" title="town">Kells</span> a small market town situated on an eminence; about three miles below <span class="pn" title="town">Kells</span>, the river <span class="pn" title="river">Monalty</span> falls into it, which rises likewise in the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cavan</span> near <span class="pn">Ballyborow</span>; on it about six miles from its source is <span class="pn" title="village">Monalty</span> a poor village finely situated, there are remains of the enclosure of a Castle, which belongs to the <span class="on" title="family">Betas</span> the old proprietors; and there is an old Mount in <span class="ps">Mr. Maxwell</span>'s garden to whom the place belongs. The river then runs near <span class="pn">Ardbraccan</span> and by <span class="pn">Liscartan</span>, the family estate of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Cadogan</span></span>, which is set in lives for ever at £200 a year; his ancestor was a Colonel in <span class="ps" title="Oliver Cromwell">Oliver</span>'s Army and governor of <span class="pn" title="town">Trim</span>, had great estates and considerable influence in this Country.</p><p>I made an excursion northward from <span class="pn">Ardbraccan</span>, and cross'd the river a mile above <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Cadogan</span></span>'s at <span class="pn">Dunogh Patrick Bridge</span>: We had a flat morassy country to the west, all the rest hilly rising to the east towards <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span> and <span class="pn" title="town">Slanes</span> the Castle of which we saw, and in about three miles came to the high road from <span class="pn" title="town">Navan</span> to <span class="pn" title="town">Nobber</span> to <span class="pn">Coote Hill</span> and to the middle parts of the Kingdom:

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Here is a large Rath commanding an extensive view of a very fine Country. I went northward a mile and a half in the road to <span class="pn">Atherdee</span> and within a mile of <span class="pn">Suddan</span> near the borders of the County of <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lowth’ (%) Anon">Louth</span></span> in order to observe the course of the rivers and the Geography of this Country, in which I found the Maps very far from being correct. I turned along a rivlet, which falls into the river call'd <span class="pn">Owen More</span> (the great river) a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> below <span class="pn" title="town">Nobber</span>, which is a very poor town, pleasantly situated on that river. The family of the <span class="on" title="family">Balfs</span> were formerly in some condition here, and they show their ancient monuments. A mile above <span class="pn" title="town">Nobber</span> on the river is <span class="pn">Brittes</span> the seat of <span class="ps">General Blithe</span> brother of <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Darnley</span></span>, a neat box and fine plantation, with some ornamental buildings: A <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> above it the river forms a Lough called <span class="pn" title="lough">Kilmainham</span> about a mile in circumference; here I suppose was the Preceptory of the <span class="on" title="order">Knights of Jerusalem</span>, said to be at <span class="pn">Kilmainham</span> near the <span class="pn" title="river">Nobber</span>. The country about <span class="pn" title="town">Nobber</span> and for three miles beyond it is covered with loose free stone of a reddish and yellow colour; they told me that <span class="pn">Carrickeleg</span> at about that distance is a rock of free stone, so that these stones have probably rolled down from this rock. It is on the eminence which must command a view of that valley, in which the river <span class="pn" title="river">Lagan</span> runs and falls into the sea at <span class="pn">Garlandstown</span> between <span class="pn">Dunleer</span> and <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span>, and in some parts the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Monaghan</span> from the Counties of <span class="pn" title="county">Cavan</span> and <span class="pn" title="county"><span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘Lowth’ (%) Anon">Louth</span></span>. In sinking a well at <span class="pn" title="town">Nobber</span> near forty feet they found it a gravel mostly consisting of the free Stone and with it large pebbles of Limestone. I went two miles in the high road and turn'd out of it a quarter of a mile to <span class="pn">White Wood</span> <span class="ps">Lord <span class="an">Gormanstown</span></span>'s: This is a fine eminence over the vale between <span class="pn" title="lough">Kilmainham Lough</span> and <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Carr</span> about half a mile above it made by the same

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river and it commands a view of both. The house is new built of the free Stone found over the fields. I returned to the road and soon left it, going down near <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Carr</span> to the river above it, and came to a very <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> narrow vale, in which the river runs between two hanging rocky grounds covered with trees. We went through this for half a mile and came to a hilly country and in about half a mile to <span class="pn" title="lough">Everch Lough</span>, out of which they say the river <span class="pn" title="river">Owenmore</span> rises, but a river falls into it from <span class="pn" title="lough">Lough Muff</span> about a mile higher, which must be the rise of the <span class="pn" title="river">Owenmore</span>. On the south side of the Lough there is a Meeting-house. We then passed a skirt of the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Cavan</span>, and came again into the County of <span class="pn" title="county">Meath</span>, and had to the right a ruin'd Castle called <span class="pn" title="castle">Faun Breehen</span> and to the left the river <span class="pn" title="river">Carig</span> which falls into <span class="pn" title="river">Monalty</span> river. There is marle along this Valley with shells in it, and so it is in most parts of the Country I passed through; in the bottoms it is mostly in patches in different parts. I saw here a long hill called <span class="pn" title="hill">Shribogh</span>, on which I observed several <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> barrows, as if there had been niches sunk in it, but I could not be informed of any such thing. We had travelled along the foot of the hills which are the bounds between this county and that of <span class="pn" title="county">Cavan</span>, but towards <span class="pn" title="village">Monalty</span> we came into a fine well improved hilly Country. I came to <span class="pn" title="village">Monalty</span> and returned to <span class="pn">Ardbraccan</span> and to <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>.</p><p class="closer">I am &amp;c:</p></blockquote></p><p>
<blockquote class="docindoc letter"><p class="opener">Honoured Madam,<br/></p><p>On Monday the <span class="date" title="1753-08-27">27th of August 1753</span> I went by <span class="pn">Cromlin</span> into the road to <span class="pn">Naas</span>, turned out of it in about six miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> up to <span class="pn">Sagart</span> on the foot of the mountain and in a mile came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Coolmine Castle</span>, on the side of the mountain, and a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘litle’ (%) Anon">little</span> farther at <span class="pn">Newtown</span>, saw three 

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stones set up on end in a field, they are about five or six feet high, and seem to be part of some piece of Antiquity: in all the streams about these hills are fine stones, which are a Composition of pebbles and would polish. We had a fine view of the Country to the west on each side of the <span class="pn" title="river">Liny</span>, and came to <span class="pn" title="fortress">Rathmore</span>, a very large Rath or fortress, said to have been the place of Residence of the Kings of <span class="pn" title="province">Leinster</span>, it is about twelve miles from <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>. After travelling about three miles farther we came into a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> plain country extending to the <span class="pn" title="river">Liny</span>, in which there are some good houses of Gentlemen Farmers, which have a fine effect in the prospect, and came to <span class="pn" title="castle">Loughlantown</span> an old Castle belonging to the late <span class="ps">Mr. Calvin</span> who owned the estate we pass'd through. Half a mile brought us to <span class="pn">Hamitown</span> the estate of <span class="ps">Mr. Eustace</span>, situated on a rising ground and commanding an extensive view every way, particularly of the course of the <span class="pn" title="river">Liffy</span>. The park is a remarkable fine spot well planted, and below it a command of water, which might be improved into a <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘beautifull’ (%) Anon">beautiful</span> serpentine river. I went two miles further to <span class="pn">Kilcullen Bridge</span>; over the <span class="pn" title="river">Liffy</span> a quarter of a mile below it, is <span class="pn" title="castle">Castle Martyn</span>, a pleasant seat of <span class="ps">Mr. Carter Master of the Rolls</span>, especially the meadows of the river afford most <span class="reg" title="Regularised from ‘delightfull’ (%) Anon">delightful</span> walks; on the opposite Northern side there are high cliffs over the <span class="pn" title="river">Liffy</span>. Half a mile above the bridge is the new Abbey, of which the Church remains, and there is a fine old monument in it of <span class="ps">Rowland Eustace</span> and his wife, who are represented in in <span class="term" title="() ">Mezzo relievo</span>, the former in armour and the woman with a very  <sup id="fnref:67.footnotes">67<a href="#fn:67.footnotes" rel="footnote" class="fa fa-comment-o" style="text-decoration:none"> </a></sup></p></blockquote></p><p class="closer"><span class="sup" title="By George T. Stokes">THE END.</span></p><div id="teiHeader"><h2 class="page-title">Document details</h2><h2>The <a href="https://www.tei-c.org/" target="_new">TEI</a> Header</h2><div id="navspyd39976e2" class="hyper-list-btn"><ol><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-fileDesc">fileDesc</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-titleStmt">titleStmt</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-editionStmt">editionStmt</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-publicationStmt">publicationStmt</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-sourceDesc">sourceDesc</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-encodingDesc">encodingDesc</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-profileDesc">profileDesc</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-revisionDesc">revisionDesc</a></li><li><a class="exploreThisSectionUrl smoothScrollApplied" href="#details-fullbib">Source</a></li></ol></div><a name="fileDesc">‍</a><h3 id="details-fileDesc">File description</h3><div id="details-titleStmt"><h4>Title statement</h4><p><b>Title</b> (uniform): Pococke's Tour in Ireland in 1752</p><p><b>Author</b>: Richard Pococke</p><p><b>Editor</b>: George T. Stokes</p><div id="details-respStmt"><h4>Responsibility statement</h4><p><b>Electronic edition compiled and proof corrections by</b>: Beatrix Färber </p></div><p><b>Funded by</b>: The HEA via PRTLI 4</p></div><div id="details-editionStmt"><h4>Edition statement</h4><p><b>2</b>. Second draft, revised and corrected.</p></div><p><b>Extent</b>:  
75050 words</p><div id="details-publicationStmt"><h4>Publication statement</h4><p><b>Publisher</b>: CELT: Corpus of Electronic Texts: a project of University College, Cork</p><p><b>Address</b>: College Road, Cork, Ireland —http://www.ucc.ie/celt</p><p><b>Date</b>: 2010</p><p><b>Distributor</b>: CELT online at University College, Cork, Ireland.</p><p><b>CELT document ID</b>: E750002-001</p><p><b>Availability</b>: Available with prior consent of the CELT programme for purposes of academic research and teaching only.</p></div><a name="sourceDesc">‍</a><h3 id="details-sourceDesc">Source description</h3><h4>Manuscript Source</h4><ul><li value="1">Dublin, Trinity College Library, MS 887. According to Macalister (see below) this is not the autograph: 'it seems to be a transcript made by some scribe, neat-fingered but not over-intelligent, as is indicated by his writing <tt>Dunfany</tt> for the familiar name <tt>Dunsany</tt> (misreading the long s) a few lines before the passage which specially interests us. This, as well as the overwhelming probability that the bishop is writing entirely from memory, must be borne in mind characterising the description, which is not a little puzzling.'</li></ul><h4>Writings by Richard Pococke</h4><ol><li value="1">Richard Pococke, A Description of the East and of some other Countries, Vol. I, Observations on Egypt (London 1743).</li><li value="2">Richard Pococke, A Description of the East and of some other Countries, Vol. II.1 Observations on Palaestina or the Holy Land, Syria, Mesopotamia, Cyprus and Candia; Vol. II. 2: Observations on the islands of the Archipelago, Asia Minor, Thrace, Greece, and some other parts of Europe (London 1745).</li><li value="3">Richard Pococke, "An Account of the Giants Causeway in Ireland, in a Letter to the President from the Rev. Richard Pococke, LL. D. Archdeacon of Dublin, and F. R. S.", Royal Society, Philosophical Transactions, vol. 45 (January 1748).</li><li value="4">Daniel William Kemp (ed.), Richard Pococke, Tours in Scotland, 1747, 1750, 1760 (Edinburgh, Publications of the Scottish History Society 1, 1887; reprinted Maryland 2003).</li><li value="5">James Joel Cartwright (ed.), The travels through England of Dr. Richard Pococke, successively Bishop of Meath and of Ossory during 1750, 1751, and later years (London: Camden Society 1888).</li><li value="6">John McVeigh [=McVeagh] (ed.), Richard Pococke's Irish tours (Dublin 1995). [Edition of all his tours in Ireland, including the previously unedited one through Connaught and Munster 1749].</li><li value="7">J. C. Hodgson (ed.), 'Northern Journeys of Bishop Richard Pococke', in: North Country Diaries (Second Series), Surtees Society 124 199–252 (Durham, London and Ediburgh 1914).</li><li value="8">Richard Pococke, An Account of some Antiquities found in Ireland, communicated by the Right Reverend Richard Pococke, late Lord Bishop of Meath, Archaeologia 2 (1773) 32–41.</li><li value="9">Lilian Dickens and Mary Stanton (eds.), An Eighteenth Century Correspondence (London 1910) [Pococke's correspondence with Sanderson Miller].</li><li value="10">G. T. Stokes' edition of <tt>Richard Pococke's Tour in Ireland</tt> is available in PDF format at www.archive.org (with illustrations not reproduced in this edition).</li></ol><h4>Other descriptions of Ireland;,and books mentioned by Stokes</h4><ol><li value="1">Sir William Brereton, 'Carrickfergus visited in 1635'; edited by E. Hawkins. Carrickfergus &amp; District Historical Journal, 4 (1988–89) 11–16. [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="2">Thomas Crofton Croker (ed.), The tour of the French traveller M. de La Boullaye Le Gouz in Ireland, A.D. 1644, ed. by T. Crofton Croker, with notes, and illustrative extracts, contributed by James Roche, Francis Mahony, Thomas Wright, and the editor. (London 1837). [=A translation of portions of 'Les voyages et observations du sieur de la Boullaye Le Gouz (…)' Paris 1653.] [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="3">Roderic O'Flaherty, A chorographical description of West or h-Iar Connaught, written A.D. 1684; ed. J. Hardiman (Dublin 1846).</li><li value="4">Thomas Dinely, Observations on a Tour through the Kingdom of Ireland in 1681 (Dublin 1858, reprinted in Kilkenny Archaeological Society's Journal, Second Series, 4 (1856–57) 143–46, 170–88; 5 (1858–59) 22–32, 55–56; 7 (1862–63) 38–52, 103–109, 320–38; 8 (1864–66) 40–48, 268–90; 425–46; 9 (1867) 73–91, 176–204).</li><li value="5">Samuel Molyneux, 'Journey to Connaught, April 1709', ed. Aquilla Smith, The Miscellany of the Irish Archaeological Society (Dublin 1846), 161–178. [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="6">William Petty, A geographical description of the kingdom of Ireland, newly corrected &amp; improv'd by actual observations. Containing one general map of the whole kingdom with 4 provincial and 32 county maps, (…) The whole being laid down from the best maps vizt. Sr. Wm. Petty's, Mr. Pratt's, &amp;c. with a description of each county collected from the best accounts extant (London 1728).</li><li value="7">Charles Smith (formerly attributed to Walter Harris), The antient and present state of the county of Down. Containing a chorographical description, with the natural and civil history of the same. (…) (Dublin 1744).</li><li value="8">Charles Smith, The antient and present state of the county and city of Waterford (Dublin 1746. Reprinted Cork 1969.)</li><li value="9">[William Rufus Chetwood and Philip Luckombe], A tour through Ireland in several entertaining letters: wherein the present state of that kingdom is consider'd ... interspersed with observations on the manners, customs, antiquities, curiosities, and natural history of that country ... by two English gentlemen, London 1748.</li><li value="10">Charles Smith, The antient and present state of the county and city of Cork: in four books. I. Containing, the antient names of the territories and inhabitants, with the civil and ecclesiastiscal division thereof. II. The topography of the county and city of Cork. III. The civil history of the county. IV. The natural history of the same (…) (Dublin 1750. Reprinted Dublin 1774. Reprinted by the Cork Historical and Archaeological Society, with the addition of numerous original notes, etc., from the MSS. of the late Thomas Crofton Croker, F.S.A., and Richard Caulfield, LL.D. Edited by Robert Day and W.A. Copinger. Cork 1893–1894).</li><li value="11">John Lodge, The Peerage of Ireland, 4 volumes (London 1754).</li><li value="12">Charles Smith, The ancient and present state of the county of Kerry (Dublin 1756).</li><li value="13">Thomas Wright, Louthiana: or, an introduction to the antiquities of Ireland: In upwards of ninety views and plans: representing, with proper explanations, the principal ruins, curiosities, and antient dwellings, in the county of Louth. Divided into three books. Taken upon the spot by Thomas Wright (…) Engraved by Paul Foudrinier (London 1758).</li><li value="14">James Kelly (ed), The letters of Lord Chief Baron Edward Willes to the earl of Warwick, 1757–62: an account of Ireland in the mid-eighteenth century (Aberystwyth 1990).</li><li value="15">John Mitchell, The present state of Great Britain and North America, with regard to agriculture, population, trade, and manufactures, impartially considered (…) (London: printed for T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, 1767).</li><li value="16">Charles Smith, The ancient and present state of the county and city of Waterford: containing a natural, civil, ecclesiastical, historical and topographical description thereof. (Dublin 1773; 1774).</li><li value="17">Charles Smith, The ancient and present state of the county of Kerry. Containing a natural, civil, ecclesiastical, historical and topographical description thereof. (Dublin 1774. Reprinted Dublin/Cork: Mercier Press 1979).</li><li value="18">[Thomas Campbell,] A Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland, in a series of letters to John Watkinson (Dublin 1778). [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="19">Arthur Young, A Tour in Ireland, with general observations on the present state of that kingdom: made in the years 1776, 1777, and 1778. And brought down to the end of 1779. London, printed by H. Goldney, for T. Cadell and J. Dodsley, 1780; Dublin, printed by George Bonham, for Messrs. Whitestone, Sleater, Sheppard, Williams, Burnet, Wilson Jenkin, Wogan, Vallance, White, Beatty, Byrn, and Burton, 1780; repr. London [etc.] 1887. [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="20">William Hamilton, Letters concerning the northern coast of the county of Antrim, containing observations on the antiquities, manners, and customs of that country (…) illustrated by an accurate map of the County of Antrim, and views of the most interesting objects on the coast (Dublin 1786; various reprints 1790, 1822).</li><li value="21">George Taylor and Andrew Skinner, Maps of the roads of Ireland surveyed (London 1777; 2nd edition with one extra plate 1782).</li><li value="22">Charles Vallancey, Collectanea de rebus Hibernicis. (…) Published from the MSS, vol ii, Antiquities of Irishtown and Kilkenny (Dublin 1786).</li><li value="23">George Holmes, Sketches of some of the southern counties of Ireland, collected during a tour in the autumn of 1797 in a series of letters (London 1797). New edition, introduced by Hugh Weir (Whitegate: Ballinakella Press, 1987).</li><li value="24">Johann Friedrich Hering's description of Connacht, in: Select Documents XLI: Johann Friedrich Hering's description of Connacht, 1806–7, Irish Historical Studies 25/99 (May 1987) 311–321: 315–321. [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="25">Sir Richard Colt Hoare, Journal of a Tour in Ireland, AD 1806 (Dublin and London 1807).</li><li value="26">Richard Cumberland, Memoirs of Richard Cumberland, written by himself. Containing an account of his life and writings, interspersed with anecdotes and characters of several of the most distinguished persons of his time, with whom he has had intercourse and connexion. Two volumes (London 1807).</li><li value="27">Anne Plumptre, Narrative of a residence in Ireland during the Summer of 1814, and that of 1815 (London 1817). [Available on CELT.]</li><li value="28">John Christian Curwen, Observations on the state of Ireland, principally directed to its agriculture and rural population; in a series of letters, written on a tour through that country. Printed for Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy. 2 vols. (London 1818).</li><li value="29">James Hardiman, The history of the town and county of the town of Galway (Dublin 1820). Available online at: http://www.askaboutireland.ie/reading-room/</li><li value="30">George Newenham Wright, A Guide to the county of Wicklow (London 1822).</li><li value="31">James Norris Brewer, The Beauties of Ireland (London 1825–26).</li><li value="32">Caesar Otway, Sketches in Ireland: descriptive of interesting, and hitherto unnoticed districts, in the north and south (Dublin 1827).</li><li value="33">Patrick Knight, Erris in the Irish highlands and the Atlantic railway (Dublin and London 1836).</li><li value="34">Caesar Otway, Sketches in Ireland: descriptive of interesting portions of the counties of Donegal, Cork, and Kerry (Dublin 1839).</li><li value="35">Caesar Otway, A Tour in Connaught (Dublin 1839).</li><li value="36">Caesar Otway, Sketches in Erris and Tyrawly (Dublin and London 1845).</li><li value="37">William Reeves, Ecclesiastical Antiquities of Down, Connor, and Dromore, consisting of a taxation of those dioceses, (…) (Dublin 1847).</li><li value="38">Rev. James Graves and J. G. Prim, The History, architecture and antiquities of the cathedral church of St. Canice, Kilkenny (Dublin 1857).</li><li value="39">Sir Bernard Burke, Vicissitudes of Families: and other essays (London 1860).</li><li value="40">Mary Delany, The autobiography and correspondence of Mary Granville, Mrs. Delany: with interesting reminiscences of King George the Third and Queen Charlotte (London: Series 1 in 3 volumes, 1861; Series 2 in 3 volumes, 1862).</li><li value="41">Sir Bernard Burke, A genealogical History of the dormant, abeyant, forfeited and extinct peerages of the British empire. (New ed. London 1866).</li><li value="42">Sir William Wilde, Lough Corrib, its Shores and Islands (Dublin 1867).</li><li value="43">George T. Stokes, Ireland and the Celtic Church (Dublin 1886).</li><li value="44">George T. Stokes, Ireland and the Anglo-Norman Church. A History of Ireland and Irish Christianity from the Anglo-Norman Conquest to the Dawn of the Reformation (London 1889).</li><li value="45">George Benn, A History of the town of Belfast from the earliest times to the close of the eighteenth century, 2 vols. (London 1877).</li><li value="46">Reverend Mervyn Archdall, Monasticum Hibernicum; or an History of the Abbies, Priories, and other Religious Houses in Ireland, 2 volumes (London 1786).</li></ol><h4>Further reading</h4><ol><li value="1">John Nichols, Literary anecdotes of the eighteenth century: comprizing biographical memoirs of William Bowyer, Printer, F. S. A. and many of his learned friends (…), 9 volumes (London 1812–1816).</li><li value="2">John Nichols, Illustrations of the literary history of the eighteenth century: consisting of authentic memoirs and original letters of eminent persons; and intended as a sequel to the Literary anecdotes, 8 volumes (London 1817–1858).</li><li value="3">R.A.S. Macalister, Temair Beg: a study of the remains and traditions of Tara. Transactions of the Royal Irish Academy (Dublin 1919) especially note p. 398–99.</li><li value="4">Michael Quane, 'Pococke School, Kilkenny', The Journal of the Royal Society of Antiquaries of Ireland 80, no. 1 (January 1950) 36–72.</li><li value="5">Constantia Maxwell, The stranger in Ireland: from the reign of Elizabeth to the Great Famine (London 1954).</li><li value="6">Pádraig Ó Maidín, Pococke's tour of south and south-west Ireland in 1758, Journal of the Cork Historical &amp; Archaeological Society, 2nd ser., 63 (1958) 73–94; 64 (1959) 35–56; 109-130; 65 (1960) 130–141.</li><li value="7">C. J. Woods, Pococke's journey through County Down in 1760, Ulster Journal od Archaeology, 3rd series 48 (1985), 113–115.</li><li value="8">Maureen Hegarty, Dr Richard Pococke's travels in Ireland, England and Wales. Old Kilkenny Review: Journal of the Kilkenny Archaeological Society 3 (1987) 388–398.</li><li value="9">John McVeagh, "Romantick" Ireland: Pococke's tour of Cork and Kerry, 1758. Éire-Ireland, 25:2 (1990) 69–95.</li><li value="10">James Kelly (ed), The letters of Lord Chief Baron Edward Willes to the earl of Warwick, 1757-62: an account of Ireland in the mid-eighteenth century (Aberystwth 1990).</li><li value="11">Andrew Hadfield; John McVeagh (eds.), Strangers to that land: British perceptions of Ireland from the Reformation to the famine (Gerards Cross 1994).</li><li value="12">John McVeagh (ed.), Irish Travel Writing. A Bibliography (Dublin 1996).</li><li value="13">Celestine Rafferty (ed), Richard Pococke's tour through County Wexford, 1752, Journal of the Wexford Historical Society 21 (2006) 57–69.</li><li value="14">Aideen Ireland, 'Richard Pococke (1704–65), antiquarian', Peritia 20 (2008) 353–378.</li><li value="15">C. J. Woods, Travellers' accounts as source material for Irish historians (Dublin 2009).</li></ol><h4 id="details-fullbib">The edition used in the digital edition</h4><p style="font-family:serif;padding-left:3em;padding-right:3em;line-height:120%;">Pococke, Richard (1891). <i>Pococke’s Tour in Ireland in
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			<div class="footnotes"><ol><li id="fn:1.footnotes"><p>Eighty years ago it is described as lost, by <span class="ps" title="John Nichols">Nichols</span> in his <span class="title" title="book">Literary Anecdotes</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:1.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:2.footnotes"><p>The <span class="ps">Rev. Dr. Groves</span> informs me that he has a manuscript diary of an ancestor of his, who was Presbyterian minister of <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> in Bishop Milles' time, and that this diary contains ample evidence of the High Church ideas and practices inculcated by the Bishop. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:2.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:3.footnotes"><p>Original will in Dublin Record Office. <span class="ps" title="John Nichols">Nichols</span>, in his <span class="title" title="book">Literary Anecdotes</span>, vol. ii., p. 157, says that he left them to the British Museum. See also <span class="ps" title="John Nichols">Nichols</span>' <span class="title" title="book">Illustrations of Literary History</span>, ii., 806, and iii., 684, for letters of <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>. After I had written this Introduction, I noticed in the Preface to <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">English Tours</span>, published by the Camden Society, that among the Additional MSS. of the British Museum are records of several tours made by him in <span class="pn" title="country">England</span> and <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. Among them there may still exist his <span class="title" title="book">Tour in Connaught</span>, made in <span class="date" title="1749">1749</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:3.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:4.footnotes"><p>Young's <span class="title" title="book">Tour</span> is available online at CELT. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:4.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:5.footnotes"><p>See <span class="ps" title="Richard Mant">Mant</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">History of the Irish Church</span>, vol. ii., 627, where Bishop Mant notes that he was himself descended from <span class="ps" title="Joseph Bingham">Bingham</span> through this marriage. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:5.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:6.footnotes"><p><span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s Egyptian volume should be compared with <span class="ps" title="Frederic Louis Norden">Norden</span>'s volumes about <span class="pn" title="country">Egypt</span>. <span class="ps" title="Frederic Louis Norden">Norden</span> and <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> were on the <span class="pn" title="river">Nile</span> at exactly the same time—the one ascending the river, the other descending. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:6.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:7.footnotes"><p>The portrait is available in the Wikipedia article about Richard Pococke. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:7.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:8.footnotes"><p>Evidently <span class="pn" title="church">Monasterboice</span>. See <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>, Book III., pp. 17, 18. <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span> and <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span> travelled exactly at the same time. They both call the sculptured cross at <span class="pn" title="church">Monasterboice</span> Boyn's Cross (see Wright, l.c.). Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties ofIreland</span>, II., 308, calls it more accurately <span class="pn" title="cross">St. Boyce's Cross</span>. The older travellers evidently thought there was some connection between <span class="pn" title="river">Boyne</span> and <span class="pn">Boyce</span>, between the river and the cross. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:8.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:9.footnotes"><p>“<span class="ps">Alexander Mac Donnell, <span class="gn">the fifth</span> and present Earl of <span class="pn">Antrim</span></span>, … married to his present lady, 2nd January, 1759, Anne, eldest daughter and heir to Charles Patrick Plunket of Dillonstown, in Co. of Louth, Esq., M.P. for Banagher.”—Lodge's <span class="title" title="book">Peerage</span>, Vol. I., p. 116: Dublin, 1754. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:9.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:10.footnotes"><p>See, for a description and plate of Green Mount, <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>, Book I., p. 9. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:10.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:11.footnotes"><p>See <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>t's <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>, II., 5. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:11.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:12.footnotes"><p><span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Mr. Wright</span> informs us in <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span> that <span class="ps">Viscount <span class="an">Limerick</span></span>, to whom <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span> then belonged, directed eighteen or nineteen ruinous remains of such structures to be taken down shortly before <span class="date" title="1747">1747</span>, and caused other buildings to be raised upon the old foundations. Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties</span>, II., 320; cf. Wright's Preface. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:12.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:13.footnotes"><p>“The family of <span class="on" title="family">Hamilton</span>, created Baron of Clandeboye, <span class="ps">Viscount <span class="an">Limerick</span></span> in <span class="date" title="1719">1719</span>, and Earl of Clanbrassil in <span class="date" title="1756">1756</span>, had their chief residence at a mansion in this town (<span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span>), which is now a seat of the Earl of Roden, in consequence of a marriage of Robert, the first nobleman of that title, with the sister and heiress of the last Earl of Clanbrassil. At this mansion, amongst some few paintings, are preserved two portraits, in the style of <span class="ps" title="Hans Holbein the Younger">Holbein</span>, representing <span class="ps">King Henry <span class="gn">VIII.</span></span> and <span class="ps">Queen Anne Boleyn</span>. The house is ill-situated, but the demesne is extensive and finely circumstanced.”—Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties of Ireland</span>, II., 323; cf. Lodge's <span class="title" title="book">Peerage</span>, III., 257. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:13.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:14.footnotes"><p>“A School for the education of twenty boys and twenty girls was founded here in 1726 by the <span class="ps">Hon. Mrs. Anne Hamilton</span>, mother of the first Earl of Clanbrassil. Here is now a Charter School for sixty girls.”—Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties</span>, II., 323; cf. Lodge's <span class="title" title="book">Peerage</span>, Edition by Archdall, for the inscription erected by <span class="ps">Mrs. Hamilton</span> upon this School. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:14.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:15.footnotes"><p>“The Cambric manufactory was introduced to <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> in the year <span class="date" title="1738">1738</span>, on the estate of the Earl of Limerick, by <span class="ps">M. de Joncourt</span>, who employed workmen from <span class="pn" title="country">France</span>. The first manufactory was established at <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span>. In 1739 a joint stock company was incorporated by Charter, with power to raise £30,000 by subscription, chiefly for the purpose of carrying on this manufacture at “<span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span> or elsewhere in <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>.” Towards this joint stock <span class="ps">Viscount <span class="an">Limerick</span></span> subscribed the sum of pound;1,000.”—Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties of Ireland</span>, III., p. 323.<br/>The <span class="pn" title="town">Dundalk</span> Cambric Factory is often mentioned in <span class="title" title="periodical">Faulkner's Journal</span>, and other magazines and journals about <span class="date" title="1750">1750</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:15.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:16.footnotes"><p>See for a description of <span class="pn">Faughcart</span>, <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>, Book I., p. 9; Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties</span>, II., 330. This was the birth-place of the famous St. Brigid of <span class="pn">Kildare</span>, and the site of the great battle by which the <span class="on" title="dynasty">Bruces</span> were expelled from <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:16.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:17.footnotes"><p>Mr. Tipping' s residence would seem to have been formerly called <span class="pn">Castle-Rath</span>, see <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>, II., p. 7. “This Castle belonging to Thomas Tipping, Esq., appears to have been an antient dwelling of some person of distinction, and probably that of a bishop or abbot, if we may judge by the Chapel adjoining to it. It is situated on the plains betwixt the sea and the mountains of <span class="pn" title="town">Carlingford</span>.” <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:17.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:18.footnotes"><p>The Fortescue residence in the last century was called <span class="pn" title="estate">Piemount</span>. It then was called <span class="pn" title="estate">Clermount</span>, hence the title Lord Clermount or Clermont, see <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>, Book I., Plate xix. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:18.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:19.footnotes"><p>See Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties of Ireland</span>, II., 332. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:19.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:20.footnotes"><p>See Brewer's <span class="title" title="book">Beauties of Ireland</span>, II., 333, and <span class="ps" title="Thomas Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Louthiana</span>,
Book II., p. 6. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:20.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:21.footnotes"><p>Robert Ross, Sheriff of the City of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span>, <span class="date" title="1737">1737</span>, Lord Mayor, <span class="date" title="1748">1748</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:21.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:22.footnotes"><p>See <span class="ps" title="author">Harris</span>'s <span class="title" title="book"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘The antient and present state of the county of Down’ Anon">Down</span></span>, p. 82; <span class="ps" title="author">Reeves</span>'s <span class="title" title="book"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘Ecclesiastical Antiquities of Down, Connor, and Dromore’ Anon">Antiquities</span></span>, p. 28. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:22.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:23.footnotes"><p>See a notice of this visit to <span class="ps">Mr. Bayley</span>'s in <span class="ps" title="Mary Delany">Mrs. Delany</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Autobiography</span>, III., 135. <span class="ps">Dean Delany</span>, when in residence as Dean of <span class="pn">Down</span>, lived at <span class="pn">Mount Panther</span>, near <span class="ps">Mr. Bayley</span>'s home. <span class="ps">Mr. Bayley</span> was brother of <span class="ps">Sir Nicholas Bayley</span>, of <span class="pn">Plasnewydd</span>, <span class="pn">Anglesea</span>. He is often mentioned in <span class="ps" title="Mary Delany">Mrs. Delany</span>'s Correspondence. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:23.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:24.footnotes"><p>See Harris's <span class="title" title="book"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘The antient and present state of the county of Down’ Anon">County Down</span></span> for a description of <span class="pn">Killough</span> ten years earlier. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:24.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:25.footnotes"><p>See Harris, p. 20, for a description of <span class="pn">Ardglass</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:25.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:26.footnotes"><p>See, about these wells of <span class="pn">St. Patrick</span> at <span class="pn">Struell</span>, Harris's <span class="title" title="book">Down</span>, p. 25, and Reeves's <span class="title" title="book">Antiquities</span>, p. 42. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:26.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:27.footnotes"><p>See Harris's <span class="title" title="book">Down</span>, p. 35, about this Corporation. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:27.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:28.footnotes"><p>See Reeves's <span class="title" title="book">Antiquities</span>, p. 232. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:28.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:29.footnotes"><p>See Harris, p. 41. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:29.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:30.footnotes"><p>See Harris, p. 23; Reeves, <span class="title" title="book">Antiquities</span>, pp. 164-167, 217-219. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:30.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:31.footnotes"><p>This was the <span class="ps" title="Reverend Peter Winder">Rev. Peter Winder, Minister of <span class="pn" title="town">Bangor</span></span> and son of the <span class="ps" title="Reverend John Winder">Rev. John Winder</span>, who came to <span class="pn" title="country">Ireland</span> as one of King William's Chaplains. <span class="ps">John Winder</span> succeeded <span class="ps" title="Jonathan Swift">Swift</span> as Prebendary of <span class="pn">Kilrool</span>. <span class="ps" title="Jonathan Swift">Swift</span> addressed a letter to him from <span class="pn">Moor Park</span>, dated <span class="date" title="1698-01-13">13th January, 1698</span>. See <span class="ps" title="George Benn">Benn</span>'s <span class="title" title="book"><span class="orig" title="Should be ‘A History of the town of Belfast from the earliest times to the close of the eighteenth century’ Anon">History of Belfast</span></span>, pp. 377, 385. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:31.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:32.footnotes"><p>See about this matter <span class="ps" title="George Benn">Benn</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">History of Belfast</span>, ch. xix. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:32.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:33.footnotes"><p>See about this fire <span class="ps" title="George Benn">Benn</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">History of Belfast</span>, p. 571. The fire happened in <span class="date" title="1708">1708</span>. The persons who perished on this occasion were the Ladies Jane, Frances, and Henrietta, daughters of <span class="ps">Arthur Chichester, <span class="gn">third</span> Earl of <span class="pn">Donegal</span></span>. See Lodge's <span class="title" title="book">Peerage</span>, I., 231, Ed. 1754. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:33.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:34.footnotes"><p>These were entitled <span class="title" title="article">An Account of the Giant's Causeway in Ireland, in a letter to the President from the Rev. Richard Pocooke, (…)</span> and <span class="title" title="article">A Farther Account of the Giant's Causeway in the county of Antrim Ireland by the Rev. Richard Pococke, (…)</span>; they are reprinted in McVeagh 1995, 197–205. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:34.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:35.footnotes"><p>This seems a mistake on <span class="ps" title="Richard Pococke">Pococke</span>'s part. <span class="ps">Henry Hart</span> was Sheriff of <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> in <span class="date" title="1732">1732</span>–<span class="date" title="1733">33</span> in conjunction with <span class="ps">Daniel Cooke</span>. The latter became Lord Mayor in 1745–46. Hart's name, however, does not occur in the list of Lord Mayors till <span class="date" title="1774">1774</span>–<span class="date" title="1775">75</span>, more than twenty years after this tour was taken. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:35.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:36.footnotes"><p>A relative doubtless of the <span class="ps">Dr. Stafford</span> appointed by <span class="ps" title="King James II">James <span class="gn">II.</span></span> Roman Catholic Dean of Christ Church Cathedral in place of the legal Dean. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:36.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:37.footnotes"><p>McVeagh 1995 gives the probable source as follows on p. 213,  footnote 70, crediting Séamus Mac Mathúna: <span class="frn" title="(Irish)">Bail na gcúig [n-]arán agus an dá íasc a roinn Dia ar an gcúig mhíle fear. Rath ón Rí a riune an roinn go dtige sé ar ´r gcuid agus ar ár gcomhroinn.</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:37.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:38.footnotes"><p><span class="title" title="book">Ophiomaches, or Deism Revealed</span> (London 1748). <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:38.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:39.footnotes"><p>See the <span class="title" title="book">Dictionary of National Biography</span> for a memoir of <span class="ps">Castel</span>'s, who, though a German by birth, was a leading <span class="pn" title="city">Dublin</span> architect in the first half of the eighteenth century. His name is there spelt "Castle." He built several Churches, besides Leinster House, the Rotunda Hospital, and the other public buildings mentioned in that article. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:39.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:40.footnotes"><p>It is difficult to recognise the names which <span class="ps">Pococke</span> assigns to many places in <span class="pn" title="county">Sligo</span> and <span class="pn" title="county">Mayo</span>. He seems to have been much puzzled by the Connaught pronunciation, when such a well-known mountain as <span class="pn" title="mountain">Benbulben</span> becomes for him Ben Wall ben. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:40.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:41.footnotes"><p>This Protestant colony had practically vanished by <span class="date" title="1831">1831</span>, when the number of Protestants resident at <span class="pn" title="town">Manilla</span> was returned as 54. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:41.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:42.footnotes"><p>See <span class="ps" title="Caesar Otway: author">Otway</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Sketches in Erris</span> for the history of this Protestant colony and of the Shaen property. The names of the colonists are given on p. 349. On p. 90 is a description of the Church of the Cross. The fortifications referred to above are fully described by <span class="ps" title="Caesar Otway: author">Otway</span>, pp. 64–71. <span class="ps">Pococke</span>'s earlier narrative serves to correct his speculations about them. See also the Ordnance Survey Letters, and their account of <span class="pn" title="barony">Erris</span>, and <span class="ps" title="P. Knight: author">Knight</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Erris in the Irish Highlands</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:42.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:43.footnotes"><p>This fair seems to have vanished. It is not mentioned in the Statistical Survey of Mayo, or in the Ordnance Survey Letters, when treating of the Parish of <span class="pn">Ballyhean</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:43.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:44.footnotes"><p>The <span class="ps" title="author">Rev. Caesar Otway</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Sketches in Erris</span> may be compared with the whole of this narrative. It will be seen from it that there was not much change in Western Mayo between <span class="date" title="1750">1750</span> and <span class="date" title="1840">1840</span>. <span class="ps">Mr. O'Donnel</span> of <span class="pn">Erris</span> is also mentioned by <span class="ps" title="author">Otway</span>, perhaps the grandson of <span class="ps">Pococke</span>'s friend; but the circumstances of the family were much decayed by <span class="ps" title="author">Otway</span>'s time. See l. c., p. 57. and above, p. 90. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:44.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:45.footnotes"><p><span class="ps" title="P. Knight: author">Knight</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Erris</span> furnishes in the Appendix an account of the extraordinary method of travelling in that country before roads and wheeled vehicles were introduced in <span class="date" title="1820">1820</span>. <span class="ps" title="P. Knight: author">Knight</span> explains a method of passing sloughs and bogs, to which <span class="ps">Pococke</span> refers on p. 66, above. This scarce little work gives interesting details of pre-historic customs of land tenures, agriculture, etc., then existing. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:45.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:46.footnotes"><p><span class="ps">Pococke</span>'s notices about Loughs Corrib and Mask, <span class="pn" title="town">Galway town</span>, and all that district should be compared with <span class="ps" title="author">Caesar Otway</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Tour in Connaught</span>, <span class="ps" title="Sir William Wilde: author">Wilde</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Lough Corrib</span>, and a trip into <span class="pn" title="region">Connemara</span>, made by <span class="ps" title="author">Miss Edgeworth</span>, in <span class="date" title="1834">1834</span>, narrated in the 3rd volume of a Memoir of <span class="ps" title="author">Maria Edgeworth</span>, printed but not published in <span class="date" title="1867">1867</span>. For the history and state of <span class="pn">Galway</span>, see <span class="ps" title="James Hardiman: author">Hardiman</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">History of Galway</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:46.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:47.footnotes"><p>See the article on <span class="ps">St. Cathaldus</span> in the Dictionary of Christian Biography. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:47.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:48.footnotes"><p>“In 1752 Britain adopted the New Style or Gregorian Calendar in place of the Old Style or Julian Calendar, which involved omitting eleven days. The day after 2 September 1752 was named 14 September, 1752.” [McVeagh, <span class="title" title="book">Pococke's Irish Travels</span>, 217, footnote 129.] <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:48.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:49.footnotes"><p><span class="ps">Dr. Jeremiah Milles</span> was nephew of <span class="ps">Bishop Thomas Milles</span> of <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span>. He was Treasurer of <span class="pn" title="town">Lismore</span>, 1735–45, and afterwards Dean of Exeter. He was a very learned man, and became a Fellow of the <span class="on" title="society">Royal Society</span>, and President of the <span class="on" title="society">Society of Antiquaries</span>. He died in 1784.  <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:49.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:50.footnotes"><p><span class="ps">Dr. Thomas Milles</span> was Bishop of <span class="pn" title="city">Waterford</span> from 1708 to 1740. He was previously Regius Professor of Greek at Oxford. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:50.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:51.footnotes"><p><span class="ps">Edward Thomas, LL.D., Archdeacon of <span class="pn">Lismore</span></span>, A.D. 1751–1753. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:51.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:52.footnotes"><p>See my <span class="title" title="book">Ireland and the Celtic Church</span>, p. 124, for a note on this superstition, which is as old as St. Columba's day. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:52.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:53.footnotes"><p>See <span class="ps" title="Sir Bernard Burke">Burke</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Vicissitudes of Families</span>, and his <span class="title" title="book">Extinct Peerages</span>, under <span class="ps">Annesley, Earl of <span class="pn">Anglesey</span></span>, for a notice of this celebrated case. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:53.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:54.footnotes"><p>The printed edition lists the following phrases to the right of the previous items. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:54.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:55.footnotes"><p>See all the authorities and references about the dialect of the Baronies of Forth and Bargy in <span class="title" title="book">Ireland and the Anglo-Norman Church</span>, by George T. Stokes, D.D., p. 79. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:55.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:56.footnotes"><p>This lady was Elizabeth, daughter of the <span class="ps"><span class="gn">second</span> Viscount <span class="an">Allen</span></span> of Stillorgan. She married, in 1750, John, first Lord Carysfort. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:56.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:57.footnotes"><p>Right Rev. Robert Howard, F.T.C.D., Bishop of Killala, A.D. <span class="date" title="1726">1726</span>, of Elphin, <span class="date" title="1729">1729</span>, was father of <span class="ps">Ralph Howard</span>, and first Lord Wicklow. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:57.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:58.footnotes"><p><span class="ps">Pococke</span>'s description of <span class="pn">Altadora</span> and <span class="pn">Hermitage</span> may be compared with <span class="ps" title="George Taylor: author">Taylor</span> and <span class="ps" title="Andrew Skinner: author">Skinner</span>'s <span class="title" title="book: Maps of the roads of Ireland surveyed">Roads of Ireland</span>, for notices in <span class="date" title="1783">1783</span> and <span class="sic" title="Should be ‘G. N.’ by BF">W.</span> <span class="ps" title="G. N. Wright: author">Wright</span>'s <span class="title" title="book">Guide to Wicklow</span>, for a full account of them, as they were sixty years ago. In <span class="date" title="1783">1783</span> <span class="pn" title="Altadora">Altidore</span>, as Taylor's <span class="title" title="book">Roads</span> spells it, was owned by <span class="ps">General Pomeroy</span>, and Hermitage by <span class="ps">Colonel Cary</span>. In <span class="date" title="1834">1834</span> <span class="pn" title="Altadora">Altidore</span> was owned at first by <span class="ps">Mr. Blackford</span>, and then purchased by the <span class="ps">Rev. Mr. Hepenstall</span>. In <span class="date" title="1834">1834</span> Hermitage seems to have been in ruins, though it was still a show place. <span class="ps" title="G. N. Wright: author">Wright</span> gives almost the same description as <span class="ps">Pococke</span> of those places.  <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:58.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:59.footnotes"><p>The Killiney Obelisk, to which <span class="ps">Dr. Pococke</span> refers, was erected in the winter of the great frost, A.D. <span class="date" title="1739-1740">1739-40</span>. It was built in imitation of the Obelisk at <span class="pn">Newtown Park</span>, which is probably about thirty years older. The shaft of the lead mines can still be seen on the sea-shore. It is now boarded up. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:59.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:60.footnotes"><p>McVeagh in his edition has <span class="pn">Irrin</span>, p. 136. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:60.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:61.footnotes"><p>McVeagh in his edition does not have the 'x' marks. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:61.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:62.footnotes"><p>There is a large portion of this page struck out. He says it belongs to a former letter, dated <span class="date" title="1753-07-03">July 3, 1753</span>. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:62.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:63.footnotes"><p>The deleted portion is given in McVeagh (1995), p. 224, footnote 12. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:63.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:64.footnotes"><p>Pococke's arrangement of circles to represent the barrows forms a diagram. This does not become clear from Stokes's edition, but from Macalister's reference and comment in <span class="title" title="book">Temair Beg: a study of the remains and traditions of Tara</span>.  McVeagh (1995) prints them on p. 138 so that the upper four circles form a lozenge pointing north, with the fifth and lowest circle located at the southern end. <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:64.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:65.footnotes"><p>The manuscript of a 1716 University Dissertation submitted to the German University of Giessen by <span class="ps" title="Johann Philip Christian Staub">Johannes Philipus Christianus Staubius</span> from Michelstadt mentions “Pusterus, vetus Germanorum Idolum”, an ore figure then thought to be a pagan idol. Its Latin name was derived from the German “Pusterich” or “Püsterich”, meaning 'blower'. According to the <span class="title" title="periodical">Gentleman's Magazine</span> 86/1 (1816) this figure was found in the ruins of the castle Rothenburg, first mentioned AD 1103, near Kelbra, Kyffhäuser Mountains, Thuringia, and “had the form of an infant kneeling: it was two feet high, and had, in the belly and in the head, cavities into which they could pour fluids, by two apertures, made in the mouth, and at the top of the head. Before exposing this idol, for receiving the offerings of the people, the Priests poured into the reservoirs a kind of oil, and then carefully closed the apertures. Afterwards they placed the idol upon some burning coals, so that the oil, beginning to boil, made the brass resound, and render, in proportion as the heat augmented, a sound similar to that of thunder, until in the end it made the lips move, and escaped in vomiting flames on all sides; which produced a very imposing spectacle for the people. Eccard believed that this idol was the image of Thor.” It was later thought to be a physical instrument, or possibly part of a baptismal font. (Meyers Gr. Konversations-Lexikon, vol. 16, Leipzig 1908, p. 466.) The Püsterich is now kept at Sondershausen Castle (see http://www.sondershausen.de/schlossmuseum/ausstellungen/naturalien_und_kuriositaetenkabinett.html). <a class="footnotebacklink" href="#fnref:65.footnotes" rev="footnote">🢀</a></p></li><li id="fn:66.footnotes"><p><span class="ps" title="Mary Delany">Mrs. Delany</span>, in her <span class="title" title="book">Autobiography</span>, gives an animated account of the beauties of <span class="pn">Dangan</span>. 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