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its lucid tranfparency (hews, at confiderable 

 depths, every pebble no bigger than a pin, 

 every rocky baton alive with trout and eels, 

 that play and dafh among the rocks, as if en- 

 dowed with that native vigour which animate, 

 in a fuperior degree, every inhabitant of the 

 mountains, from the bounding red deer, and 

 the foaring eagle, down even to the fifhes of 

 the brook. Every five minutes you have a 

 waterfall in thefe glens, which in any other 

 region, would ftop every traveller to admire it. 

 Sometimes the vale takes a gentler declivity, 

 and prefents to the eye at one ftroke, twenty 

 or thirty falls, which render the fcenery all 

 alive with the motion j the rocks are tofled 

 about in the wildeft confufion, and the tor- 

 rent burfts by turns from above, beneath, 

 and under them ; while the back ground is 

 always filled up with the mountains which 

 ftretch around. 



In the weftern Glen is the fineft cafcade 

 in all the Galties ; there are two falls, with 

 a bafon in the rock between, but from fome 

 points of view they appear one : the rock over 

 which the water tumbles is about fixty feet 

 high. A good line in which to view thefe ob- 

 jects is either to take the Killarney and Mal- 

 low road, to Mitchelftown, and from thence 

 by Lord Kingfborough's new one, to Skeheen- 

 rinky, there to take one of the Glens, to Gal- 

 tybeg, and Galtymore, and return to Mitch- 

 eiftown by the Wolfs track, Temple hill, and 



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