476 Walk round the Garden of 



give you some idea. Here I always spend some part of every day 5 some- 

 times with the mistress of my affections, with her arm in mine, I plan 

 little schemes of future amusement; and, at other less playful hours, 



' Walk thoughtful on the quiet solemn shore 

 Of that vast ocean I must sail so soon ; 



and wait the wind 



That silent wafts me to the world unknown.' 



On a Sunday, too, the gates are always thrown open, that my Catholic 

 neighbours may indulge themselves with a walk to the cave. A saint, I 

 forget whether male or female, presides over its recesses : — 



' Nemus, et nigra formidine collem, 

 Quis Deus incertum est, habitat Deus, Arcades ipsum 

 Credunt se vidisse.' 



On all other days of the week, no one ventures to intrude upon my 

 retirement, not even the prebendary in i-esidence : — 



* Pavet ipse sacerdos 



Accessum, Dominumque timet deprendere loci.' 



At least so I found the rule established; but, as I hate the insolence 

 of wealth, I have been employing the carpenters some time past in making 

 that sort of gate which cannot be left open for cattle, or shut against man. 



" Of Berkeley little is remembered, though his benevolence, I have no 

 doubt, was very widely diffused. He made no improvement to the house ; 

 yet the part of it he inhabited wanted it much, for it is now thought only 

 good enough for the upper servants. My study is the room where he 

 kept his apparatus for tar water. I wish he had planted, instead of build- 

 ing ; if, indeed, he built any thing, for I cannot find any tradition of it. 

 Crowe, one of his predecessors, and Johnson, one of his successors, ap- 

 pear to have contributed most to the comfort of the place; but had there 

 been a venerable oak or two nursed by the care of this excellent man, with 

 how much respect should I have rested under its branches ! and in no spot 

 of earth do trees grow with more vigour. There is no chapel in the 

 house ; but a private door from the garden leads to the cathedral. The 

 bell is in the round tower, the gift of Davies, dean of Ross. 



" I have thus, I think, run through every thing relative to the situation of 

 Cloyne. The neighbourhood is good ; the barony of Imokilly, which sur- 

 rounds it, particularly fertile. Two lords are near me, Shannon and 

 Longueville, hostile to each other, but vying in civility to me. The com- 

 mon people getting rich, from the money spent by the large detachments 

 of the army and navy occasionally detained in Cork harbour ; and giving 

 any price for fresh provisions. Protestants, comparatively, none. We are 

 twenty English miles from Cork, which lies much farther from its own 

 harbour than we do. On the whole, if you survey this place with an 

 English eye, you would find little to recommend ; but with an Irish one, 

 nothing to blame." {Bennett, Bishop of Cloyne, to Dr. Parr, in July 16. 

 1796; Works of Dr. Parr, by Johnstone.) — G. M. Lynn, Dec. 1828. 



Art. III. A Walk, on the 30th of June, round the Garden of the 

 late Comtesse de Vandes. By J. D. 



This garden delights and surprises one the more from the situation in 

 which it is found. The approach to it is through Lavender Mews, which, 

 though far from scentless, effuse nought of lavender odour. On opening 

 the closely boarded gate of the garden, fixed in the boundary wall which 



