98 AN AMERICAN FARMER IX ENGLAND. 



you see there, where the battlements are broken down in one 

 place that breach was made by a ball thrown from the hill 

 yonder ; and the cannon that sent it was aimed by OLIVER 

 CROMWELL himself. 



How beautiful, how indescribably beautiful, are those glossy 

 tresses of ivy, falling over the blackened ramparts, like the curls 

 of a child asleep on its grandfather's shoulder. Whew ! They 

 have pierced the wall right under us, and here goes an express 

 train fifty miles an hour, from Ireland to London, by way of 

 Holy head. The Roman masonry, that resisted the Roundhead 

 batteries, has surrendered to the engines of peace. 



But, as we move on, higher marks of civilization are pointed 

 out to us. Here, close to the wall, and in the shadow of the old 

 tower, is a public bath and wash-house. A little back is a hos- 

 pital, and near it a house of refuge. Across the valley is a 

 gloomy looking workhouse, and in another direction a much more 

 cheering institution, beautifully placed on a hill, among fine, dark, 

 evergreen trees, through which you can see the bright sunshine 

 and smile of God falling upon it. It is the Training College a 

 normal school, for preparing teachers for the church schools of 

 the diocese. And here, on the left, as we approach the north 

 gate again, is an old charity school-house, the Blue-coat Hospital. 

 The boys at play are all young George Washingtons, dressed in 

 long-skirted blue coats, and breeches, and stockings. 



.... So here we are, back at the good-natured printer's 

 office, having been a circuit of three miles on the walls of the 

 city. Its population is twenty-five thousand, and as you have 

 observed that nearly all the houses are low, you cannot suppose 

 that much room is taken up by streets and unoccupied grounds, 

 where that number is accommodated in such limited space, you 



