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scrambled out of the watercourse, and seated 

 himself on the edge of the cliff. " It is a 

 great bore one cannot see a fine view with- 

 out scrambling up to the top of a mountain 

 after it." 



" Nonsense, Squire," said the Parson, 

 who was younger and in much better wind, 

 "there is no pleasure in this world to be 

 had without trouble. Your scramble up the 

 watercourse is like the shilling you pay at 

 the door of the panorama. You have paid 

 your shilling ; now be content, and reap the 

 benefit of it." 



"Well, it is a lovely view," said the 

 Squire. " And now I have got my breath 

 again, I am 'free to confess/ as the news- 

 papers say, that three times the price would 

 have been cheap enough ; but it was a stiff 

 pull while it lasted." 



And really the Squire had by no means 

 overrated the view. It was one of those 

 warm, glowing, still evenings — rare enough 

 in Ireland it must be confessed, but still 

 happening now and then even there, — when 

 every tint is at once brightened and mel- 

 lowed, and a warm, comfortable colouring is 

 thrown over the whole picture : it was like 



