fully traced out in different directions. To the right of the main entrance, are the Zoological Gardens; and farther on to the right, is the summer residence of the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland. On losing sight of "The Testimonial," which improves greatly in the distance, and is quite an ornament, the eye is attracted by a handsome fluted column, thirty feet high, with a Phoenix on its summit, rising out of the flames. It was erected by the celebrated Earl of Chesterfield, when Lord Lieutenant, nearly a century ago. This fine park is a place of great attraction to the inhabitants; it may be justly called, "the lungs of Dublin." This was my favourite walking place, during my first month in Dublin. I have lately had an excellent view of the city from a neighbouring eminence. It lies nearly four-square, being three miles in length, and almost as many in breadth. The river Liffey runs through its heart, dividing the town into two equal parts. The several bridges which unite the divisions, appear in the distance, like so many white stripes, but they are of a noble span; some of them between two and three hundred feet in length, and from thirty to forty feet broad, and are fine specimens of Irish masonry.

This Liffey is a classical little river, but so unlike your American rivers is it, that if I tell you its length, I fear you will laugh at it. Instead of resembling your three thousand miles Mississippi, or your nine hundred miles Ohio, I am not sure that half a hundred can be claimed for its channel. It is, however, a bold and rapid river, and sometimes rises to a sudden and tremendous height, and threatens, in its fury, to sweep every thing before it, especially when annoyed by the sea. It formerly gave the good people of Dublin much trouble, but, by means of strong walls of hewn stone, they have long since laid it under bonds of good behaviour, and it has very

seldom, of late years, broken the peace. Dublin, from the spot of observation referred to, with its broad and elegant streets, its magnificent bay and harbour, splendid buildings, lofty towers and spires, and many handsome squares, ranging from a quarter to a mile in circumference, tastefully decorated with trees and shrubberies; add to this the surrounding landscape, resembling the richly enamelled frame of a superb painting, is, I must say, one of the most picturesque and imposing scenes of the kind, I have hitherto contemplated.

By this time I conclude you want to hear a little of the history of Ireland's Metropolis. Well, like most of the cities of Europe, it has had various names, arising out of as many circumstances. The celebrated Ptolemy has given it two names, Aschcled and Eblana; the former being its title before A. D. 140, and the latter afterwards. I have been informed that its name was soon after suddenly changed by some great man, to Auliana, in memory of his daughter of that name, who by some means had been drowned in the Liffey. It did not long retain this name, as the ancient Irish gave it two other titles before the close of the second century. I shall not trouble you with these outlandish titles, only that the meaning of the one was, "The brow of hazel-wood;" and of the other, "The passage of the ford of hurdles, over the black pool." Because here hurdles had to be thrown across the marshy ground, in order to have access to the river, something after the manner of your old corderoy roads, which I am glad have become quite unpopular in America. The river was here crossed on a bridge of hurdles.

Its present name is allowed to proceed from Dubleana, i. e. "the city of the black waters," or, "the black channel," from the fact that here the river had a soft and boggy bottom; and even now its waters

have a blackish appearance. The antiquity of the city is therefore unquestionable; but as to who the founder was, or the exact time of its rise, I do not recollect that any writer of authority pretends to determine satisfactorily. It is with the names and history of many cities and towns, previous to the introduction of Christianity, as it is with the languages of heathen nations, before the Bible is translated into their tongues; in a fluid state-crude and uncertain. Christianity has ever imparted that order and stability to the names and events connected with the places of her victories or defeats, that the Bible has imparted to all languages into which it has been translated. We therefore find, that in spite of the barbarism with which Christianity has had to contend in ancient Dublin; that from the period of her introduction, about the middle of the fifth century, she has imparted to its history an order and an authenticity, which we search for in vain through the murky records of previous times.

I fear I should weary you were I to relate minutely the many stirring events in Dublin's history, from the invasion by the Danes, in the latter part of the fifth century, when they dashed into the Liffey with sixty sail, and made themselves masters of the place, to their expulsion in the twelfth century; nor could I think of detaining you with a recital of all the mémorable events which have since happened.

Three times has Dublin been shaken by an earthquake. Eleven or twelve times ravaged by dreadful plagues; one of which, in 1575, so depopulated the city, that grass grew upon the streets, and at the church doors! Several times it has been scourged by desolating fires. The ocean and river haye frequently combined to overthrow it by inundations. It has stood several sieges, and six or seven times has surrendered to fierce and powerful armies. But

Dublin still exists,—a rich and prosperous city,— the glory of Ireland, and a sparkling jewel in the diadem of England's Queen.

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And now, my dear Sir, I must close this long and hastily-written communication. I could write a little volume about Dublin, but time will not permit. my next letter, which you may expect in January, I shall give you a description of a few of the public buildings.

I have reason to praise God my health is very good, and my soul is happy. My strength is taxed to the utmost, as I preach six sermons a week, besides many exhortations after each sermon; and thus it has been since my arrival here.

You are familiar with the name of that eminent Irish Methodist missionary, the late Rev. Gideon Ouseley. He died in this city, 14th May, 1839. His character and labours were well known in America by report; and the news of his death, you are aware, vibrated upon the minds of many thousands in that country,-each saying to his neighbour, "There is a prince and a great man fallen in Israel-Ireland and the Church of God have suffered a heavy loss, and we sympathise with them.” Often have I heard the humble emigrant talk of Gideon Ouseley, and of the astonishing effects which attended his ministry.

I made a pilgrimage, a short time since, to his tomb, in the Mount Jerome Cemetery, near this city. It is surmounted by a handsome monument of Irish granite, about twenty feet high, and eight feet at the base, showing four sides, each having a black marble tablet. Upon one of these is the following inscription :

GIDEON OUSELEY

DEPARTED THIS LIFE,

MAY 14, 1839,

IN THE 78 YEAR OF HIS AGE.

HE WAS A ZEALOUS, LABORIOUS, AND

SELF-DENYING MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL

OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST.

THROUGHOUT THE UNITED KINGDOM;

AND DURING NEARLY HALF A CENTURY,

HE WAS CEASELESSLY ENGAGED

IN HIS MASTER'S WORK;

IN IRELAND ESPECIALLY;

IN ITS TOWNS AND VILLAGES,

FAIRS AND MARKETS,

REGARDLESS OF PERSONAL EASE,

FEARLESS OF DANGER,

UNINFLUENCED BY THE POLICY OF THOSE

"WHO ARE PRUDENT IN THEIR OWN SIGHT,"

HE PERSUASIVELY CALLED ON MEN

TO REPENT AND BELIEVE THE GOSPEL.

K