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NEW ENGLAND FARMER. 



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park, which contains about three thousand acres, 

 and in which we saw large herds of deer quietly 

 feeding, looked at the barracks capable of ac- 

 commodating four thousand soldiers and two 

 thousand horses, saw the equestrian statue of 

 King William of Orange, the Nelson monument, 

 and an unfinished monument to Wellington, and 

 the pedestal of a statue to be erected to Tom 

 Moore. 



But it is time to describe an Irish jaunting 

 car, the carriage in almost universal use in all 

 Ireland. The carriage is upon two low wheels, 

 and is drawn by one horse. It has no top or 

 protection from sun or rain. 



The seats are over the wheels, and the passen- 

 gers sit back to back, facing outwards towards 

 the sidewalks, or just the reverse of the position 

 in an omnibus. Usually the seats carry two per- 

 sons on each side, but are frequently loaded with 

 six in all. The driver has a small seat in front, 

 where he sits if his load is properly balanced, 

 otherwise he occupies one side to make it even. 

 You sit leaning sideways on the cushion which 

 is at your back between the two seats, with your 

 feet on a foot-board projecting outward beyond 

 everything else, and one unused to the vehicle 

 expects every moment to have his boots and their 

 contents carried away by some car which rushes 

 by. Dublin is full of these cars. Nearly all the 

 passengers are taken to and from the stations in 

 them, families go to church in them, or rather 

 on them, on the Sabbath, ladies with two or three 

 small children, or with market-baskets, vases of 

 flowers, baskets of china, are seen rushing past 

 in all directions, looking all the time to a stran- 

 ger as if, at the first corner, they would fly ofi" at 

 a tangent against the curb-stones. 



But the Irish insist that they are the safest, 

 most comfortable and most convenient carriages 

 in existence, and that noboby ever lost a foot, or 

 was thx'own off in turning. It is useless for a 

 stranger to set up his opinion against such odds, 

 but it did seem to me, that human ingenuity 

 could hardly devise a vehicle for riding in, less 

 safe or comfortable. However, 1 have taken 

 pleasant rides in the jaunting cars, and perhaps, 

 in time, should get up an attachment for them, 

 but it must require a long practice before one 

 can feel that he is in a very retired or even shel- 

 tered position, on the top of such a vehicle. 



Next morning early found friend Boyle and 

 myself on our way on foot to the Prospect Cem- 

 -^tery and the Glasneven Model farm, a distance 

 out and back of some seven or eight miles. — 

 Friend Boyle was in the costume of a Yorkshire 

 farmer, with a low crowned hat, a broad skirted 

 coat, small clothes and leather leggins tight from 

 the knees to the shoes, over which they fitted 

 like old fashioned buskins. 



Friend Boyle's figure and gait reminded one 

 constantly of Dr. Johnson, and as his bulky fig- 

 ure in his peculiar costume, attended by my lesser 

 frame appareled in a gray travelling suit, with 

 soft hat, and more whiskers than are common in 

 Ireland, and a big cane with a large chamois horn 

 head, passed through the streets, it was evident 

 that we produced a sensation ; and once a good- 

 natured Irishman accosted us with the suggestion 

 that we were not very well matched for a pair. 

 However, we jogged on and soon reached Glas- 

 neven, where ■j'e entered the cemetery, which is 

 the present burial-place for the city of Dublin. 

 It contains forty-two acres, and is laid out with 

 great taste and planted well with trees and shrub- 

 bery, and kept with great care. Altogether, the 

 general impression one receives in passing over 

 it, is more satisfactory to American taste, than 

 that made by any other burial-place I have seen 

 in Great Britain or Ireland. 



The conspicuous object in the cemetery is 

 O'Connell's monument, a shaft in the form of 

 the famous round towers which are found in many 

 parts of Ireland, and which have occasioned 

 much speculation as to their origin and use. I 

 have seen several of them, some nearly entire, 

 and they seem to be of one form, a round shaft, 

 of stone, roughly put together with mortar, ta- 

 pering slightly towards the top, and running 

 some seventy or eighty feet high. The top is 

 drawn to a point, in a conical shape, so as to cover 

 the hollow space within. These towers are thought 

 to have been built in very ancient times as places 

 of refuge in war, though many have supposed 

 they were connected with some religious purpose. 

 Such is the monument to Daniel O'Connell, the 

 great Irish Repealer, a man still almost wor- 

 shipped by (Jatholic Ireland. O'Connell's body 

 is not deposited at this monument, but reposes 

 in a tomb, at a short distance, in the same ceme- 

 tery, except his heart, which at his own request, 

 was sent to be preserved at Rome, to show his 

 respect for the Pope and his religion. 



Along the walks ai-e a great many beech trees, 

 upon which some amateur had practiced in per- 

 forming a singular operation. They are trees of 

 six or eight inches diameter, with each a single 

 top, and two, three or four trunks. Small trees 

 are planted within a foot or two of each other 

 and then brought together at three of four feet 

 above the ground, and united by a sort of graft- 

 ing, one top only being jjreserved, so that the 

 tree stands as it were on several legs. But my 

 letter is already too long, and the Glasneven 

 Model farm is close by, and calls for attention 

 in another letter. 



Moths in Carpets. — An experienced house- 

 keeper writes : — ''Camphor will not stop the rav- 



