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past eight a.m. " sharp," the entire party once more set out for a 

 second sight of the marvellous Causeway. This was effected, and 

 the glories and heauties of the natural scene which it presents even 

 more thoroughly enjoyed. Our tourists were highly favoured in 

 the weather — light and shade, sombre hues, and bright sunshine 

 being alternated in the most agreeable manner. 



The first sound of Mr. Gray's well-known whistle found the 

 entire party at the foot of " The Grandmother " (of course our 

 readers know all about Finn MacCoull, and this his aged and re- 

 spectable relative). The next aspect of the expedition was to find 

 the whole party (ladies and all) seated on the very topmost peak of 

 the aforesaid cliff; and we question if often a more numerous — - 

 certainly never a more pleased and unanimous — gathering of tourists 

 have found themselves .so accommodated. 



Their next ensemble was on the " Honeycomb" rock, where 

 occurred an incident of the excursion certainly not the least interest- 

 ing. Through the kind foresight of Mr. Gray, the well-known 

 photographic artist, Mr. Mack, of Coleraine, was in attendance 

 with his apparatus, and the whole party were " taken ;" so that 

 the Club and its friends have a more pleasing and permanent 

 memento of this their second excursion for 1S68, than most of its 

 predecessors. After thoroughly examining the " Causeway" and 

 its wonderful columnar structure, the party mounted the face of the 

 cliff by the Shepherd's Path, and visited the several points of view 

 as far as the Chimney Head, from which a most magnificent view 

 of the coast is obtained, extending from Innishowen Head, n the 

 West, to Pathlin, in the East, including the fantastic forms of the 

 " White Rocks," and the sublime grandeur of the Causeway cliffs. 

 The cliffs were, in some places, fragrant with the blooms of Rosa 

 spinosissima, and other wild roses. The Causeway itself yielded 

 th" Swine's Cress and other plants, and one of the party gathered 

 the Sea-Spurge, the Wood Clubrush, the Vernal Squill, and the Sea- 

 shore Convolvulus on the banks and sand-hills near the Eiver Bush. 

 Leaving the headlands, our excursionists had a smart walk over 

 the heath to the Causeway Hotel, where, at one o'clock, an excel- 

 lent luncheon awaited them, and in a style most creditable to Mr. 

 Coleman's excellent hotel. Hence " the long cars" to Portrush, and 



