394 OBSERVATIONS ON GARDEN HUSBANDRY IN IRELAND. 
whether, in the adoption of such taste, he excel, by very many degrees, 
his grandfather’s metamorphosis of a box-bush into a round stool, or 
of a yew tiea into a dumb waiter, a prince’s coronet, or a fantail 
peacock. 
“ In the formation of a pleasure-garden, although the leading object 
is to please the eye, as being productive of paramount delight, and the 
next in order to charm the ear, by providing attractions for melodious 
winged visiters; yet a third is to supply gratification to the olfactory 
sense. A garden is incomplete until converted into a wilderness of 
sweets; even that humble weed, designated as the Italian’s darling— 
the mignonette, should be suffered to spread with luxuriant wildness; 
and, fortunately, it has such tendency, if uncontrolled, and merely 
allowed to ripen and shed its seed.”— Dennis's Landscape Gardener. 
Observations on Garden Husbandry in Ireland.—“ The poor who 
occupy the margins of our numerous bogs, are, generally speaking, the 
most miserable of our rural population, having to contend with extreme 
dampness of situation, and being without other food than potatoes, 
wofully destitute of the farinaceous quality ; yet many of those wretched 
people, who seem to have nothing to counterbalance the natural evils 
of their unhealthy location and the want of clothes (consequent upon 
want of employment, in the bog districts, during nine months in the 
year), but abundant fuel, might, in many cases, improve their condition 
very considerably by adopting a system of garden culture, which is also 
peculiarly applicable to many mountainous and rocky districts, in which 
a patch of peat soil often presents itself, only requiring a small degree 
of labour to be converted into a profitable garden. 
“ I am led to make this observation just now, from having recently 
witnessed innumerable instances of the combined effects of sloth, care¬ 
lessness, and ignorance, exhibited in the provinces of Munster and 
Connaught, where I had lately occasion to travel, in order to purchase 
cattle. I shall give an instance, which, I fear, is by no means a peculiar 
illustration. Midway between Killarnev and Kennare—a mountain 
region of extraordinary beauty—stands the cabin of James Moriarty. 
The family, consisting of eight individuals, were at breakfast when I 
entered, at eleven o’clock. Of the six children at the breakfast table, 
two were without any clothing, except ragged shirts; a third had the 
addition of a tattered pair of breeches, but without the accompaniment 
of a jacket or waistcoat. The youngest, an infant, was laid asleep in a 
small turf kish. 
Obliged a double debt to pay ; 
and the eldest two were tolerably clothed; the father sufficiently so; 
