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cliffs, which to us are the chief charm of the place. The Cause- 

 way itself is of course the most wonderful part of the shore, and 

 you may walk over it in half-an-hour and bring away a tolerable 

 memory of its structure ; and you may see, in the same space of 

 time, the neighbouring cliffs, which are very beautiful in their 

 way, and a fair sample of the rest ; but there are splendid walks 

 along the tops of the cliffs for miles, following the indentations 

 of the coast, where every turn opens some new and beautiful 

 or grand form that such hasty tourists miss altogether. The 

 basaltic pillars extend a long way, in some places being very 

 perfect, in others obscure, and sometimes curved or twisted, 

 sometimes straight. Then there are cliffs where the rocks are 

 stained red, brown, and black, which contrast well with the 

 green patches that cover their less precipitous sides, while the 

 white waves, dashing at their feet, add another colour to the 

 picture. The general aspect of the country round is bleak and 

 bare in the extreme, but not the less welcome to us on that 

 account, as it the more strongly reminds us of our favourite 

 Miltown, where we first saw the ocean, and where there is not 

 a tree for miles around. When you come over I mean to bring 

 you here and to insist on your staying long enough to see it 

 properly. There is a very comfortable hotel. There are sundry 

 matters to pick up on the shore and plenty of seaweeds. Among 

 the latter I have just picked up a battered stem of a large 

 seaweed, which I gathered in perfection at Halifax, and which 

 is new to our shores, but my specimen, covered with barnacles, 

 seems to have been long adrift, and may have been washed 

 across the ocean to these shores, so that it is hardly honest to 

 publish it as an Irish plant. We have three more days to spend 

 here, and I hope they may be fine. Yesterday was charming, at 

 Dunluce Castle and the rocks about it. 



To Mrs. Gray. 

 Upper Abbey, County Tipperary, October 8, 1850. 

 Your pleasant letter was forwarded to me at Limerick, 

 where I had been staying some days with my brother, on whose 

 account I was obliged to leave London so hastily. In a few 

 days I hope he will be as well as ever again. 



I came here yesterday to see some relations. You must not 

 think, by my writing from an Abbey, that it is an old monastic 



