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and no possibility of examining the state o 

 the water, till you have fairly engaged your- 

 self for the day." 



" I once had thoughts of fishing it from 

 Bundoran," added he, after a pause. " Bun- 

 doran lies much nearer to it than Belleek ; 

 not above two miles from its western end, 

 and not half-a-mile from the Bundraos : but 

 I was fairly disgusted with the place." 



"Why, they call it the Irish Brighton," 

 said the Parson. 



" Well, it is very like Brighton in some 

 things," said the Captain ; " its dust, its 

 wind, the bareness of its country, and its 

 dearness. I do not know anything else in 

 which it rivals Brighton ; and in its dirt and 

 discomfort it is unrivalled." 



During this conversation, the Squire, who 

 was little interested in the merits of Irish 

 watering-places, was casting his eyes along 

 the mountain side which formed the southern 

 boundary of the lake. Like most Squires, 

 he was addicted to the vice of farming; walked 

 about, when at home, with a spud in his 

 hand ; and every year of his life buried some 

 hundreds beneath the soil of his paternal 

 acres. There was nothing very picturesque 



