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than defence, and emerge at the head of the dale into the little hamlet of Flurrybridge, with its tree-embosomed cottages, and its "decent church that tops the neighbouring hill." A recent writer remarks:-"The principal seat in the vicinity of Newry, approached on this side, is that of Mr. Fortescue, the successor of the late noble-hearted Sir Harry Gooderick. Every one is full of the praises of Sir Harry, and pours blessings on his memory. He resided here a considerable time, and effected immense good in draining, planting, building, and the consequent employment of numerous families at fair wages. house is situate on the side of a mountain; but an imperfect view of it is caught from the road. Higher up-almost at the top, on the right hand, and nearly embosomed in trees-is a little cottage ornée, which seems the very chosen home of lovethe very realization of the poet's aspiration-'Oh, that the desert were my dwelling-place, with one sole spirit for my minister!' Here the late baronet, who was never married, used to relieve the tedium of a provincial existence, by his devotion to a fair mystery of infinite attractiveness. Mr. Fortescue, we learn, bears an admirable character as a friend to the poor, and a benefactor to the neighbourhood in which he enjoys such ample possessions."

Keeping the brown head of Sliev Gullion as a land-mark, we pass through a picturesque district, covered with pretty white cottages, till we reach Hawthorn Hall, the lovely seat of Hunt W. Chambre, Esq., J.P., seated upon the eastern acclivity of one of the hills upon which Sliev Gullion is throned in gloomy grandeur, and surrounded by a wide green lawn, studded with clumps of palm and other trees, at regular distances, with ornamental woods waving behind it, halfway up the mountain's side.

We next reach Killevey Park, which is extensive, richly planted, and laid out with great taste. Seated there, at the northern base of Sliev Gullion, is Killevey Castle, the delightful residence of Powell Foxall, Esq., J.P., mid "the bonny greenwoods of Killevey." It is of the Elizabethan era, and certainly one of the most beautiful of the rural paradises which adorn the rich plains of Down and Armagh. We regret that an admirable drawing of this fine edifice, by Mr. J. Quinn, of Newry, reached us too late to permit of being engraved. Such an embellishment is also among the many additions our pages will, we trust, next year exhibit.

Ascending Sliev Gullion, which here attains an elevation of 1893 feet, we visited the sepulchral cairn of Caillaigh de Berri, and entered the mouth of the cavern; but in consequence of the darkness and the large stones that obstruct the entrance, did not penetrate far. There is a small lough on the top of the mountain,

and a legend among the peasantry says, that anything thrown into this lough in the evening will be in the Lake of Camlough, two miles distant, in the morning. We must not pause here, as we have yet "many a mountain path to tread," to attempt a description of the country as seen from Sliev Gullion.

Leaving Heath Hall, the pretty seat of Thomas Seaver, Esq., far to the right, on the margin of the Moorland, we proceed along a cultivated tract of country, the champaign gradually narrowing, and, as we advance, the scenery becoming more wild and desolate as we wind along the base of a rocky mountain, with the narrow but lovely Lough of the Cam filling the bottom of the valley, from whose southern shore the wooded mountains, whose merry slopes and heathy ravines are chequered with fields and cottages, rise and extend far into Armagh, gradually losing their altitude, until they merge into hills and plains. On our right abruptly rises the wild and dreary mountain of Tovnabane, upon whose southern side not a shrub or sprig of heather or blade of grass finds shelter or sustenance upon the sunscorched rocks.

Emerging from this defile, the open plains of Armagh burst upon our eye, studded with villas, and trees, and farm-houses, and orchards. And a little farther on, we enter the village of Camlough, which consists of about two dozen houses and a few shops, a pretty little church, and a water-mill. There is a monthly fair here, which is considered a good cow fair, and is generally well attended. Turning off the Newry road, we pass Mountcaulfield, the seat of William Hudson, Esq., and Divernagh House, the lovely residence of John White, Esq., J.P. We next reach Bessbrook, where a very extensive new spinning factory is nearly completed. It stands upon a beautiful lawn, surrounded by shady groves, with an inexhaustible supply of water from Camlough, whose river drives various spinning and other mills in its course to the sea. This factory will cost £35,000, exclusive of machinery, and will give employment to nearly 5,000 of the rural population—men, women, and children.

Half a mile nearer Newry is Derramore House, the residence of Mr. Isaac Smyth, a picturesque cottage, surrounded by a large and well planted park. It is a spot full of subdued and melancholy beauty. It was built as a summer residence by the Right Hon. Isaac Corry, once Chancellor of the Exchequer in the Irish Parliament. We now pass through a hilly, rich, and well cultivated country, till we reach the pleasant and interesting town of Newry.

NEWRY,

HATEVER the witty Dean of Saint Patrick's may have said to the contrary, is well built, the streets remarkably clean, and the suburbs, in all directions, of great beauty. It is much changed since Swift immortalised it in a bitter couplet,"High church, low steeple,

Dirty streets, and proud people."

Newry is fifty miles north of Dublin, thirty south-west of Belfast, and fifteen south-east of Armagh. It sits upon the Newry Water, but anciently known as the Clanrye, which, having in its course from Drumlough been enlarged by various influxing streams, is here a noble river, dividing the counties of Armagh and Down, and, mingling its waters with the tide at Newry, disemboguing itself five miles southward of the town into Carlingford Lough. Newry has great natural advantages of situation. It stands in the centre of the lovely valley through which the river flows from Carnmeen, on the margin of the most magnificent grouping of naturally picturesque landscape in Ireland. It is bounded by high hills on the east and west, those being again bounded, at a greater distance, by the mountains of Mourne on the east, among which is the pyramidal peak of Donard, the monarch mountain of Ireland; and, overhanging the town on the west, are the Newry mountains, Tovnabane, and the still more distant and lofty Sliev Gullion. The country to the north, through which the canal, the river, and the great north road pass, is low and fertile, and ornamented with beautiful villas peeping out from among the trees, and white cottages surrounded with orchards and gardens. To the south, the scenery is more bold and wildly diversified; before you are rich meadow holms and corn fields waving with luxuriant fertility; sheets of park scenery, emerald lawns, groves, and thickets of gigantic evergreens and primeval forest trees, surrounding Greenwood Park, Narrow Water House, Orier House, Fathom Park, and Ashton; the hills and mountains on either side richly robed in the foliage of the forests; and, closing the scene, the Alpine crest of Sliev Foy looking proudly down upon the combination of romantic beauty which pre-eminently distinguishes the scenery of Lough Carlingford.

There is an exquisite view of Newry and the scenery around it, which has not one tame feature, from Merchants' Quay, at Ballybot Bridge. The curious eye can here behold, hand-in-hand,

the charms of nature and art; on the one side, the town, with its spires, and towers, and mansions, the pilings up of man's hands,on the other, the richly picturesque landscape in all the freshness of creation. Our artist, Mr. Quinn of Newry, has indeed given an accurate representation of the town, but as his point of view was not happily chosen, - being better suited for a bird's-eye than a picture view, he was able to introduce only bits of the surrounding landscape, and that of the tamest sort. Yet no one can look at our illustration without admitting that Newry is a pretty town, although the quays, the place of business and bustle, and the romantic environs, are not pictured there. He did not look Newry in the face, and in no other aspect does she seem so fair. The annexed slight sketch, from Trevor Hill, is also a favourite one with the passing artist:

But leaving generalities, let us come to particulars. Of its public buildings, there are four stone bridges spanning the tide, and four draw-bridges over the canals, connecting the Counties Armagh and Down. The most southern of these is Dublin Bridge, a plain structure of three arches, leading into Newry from the Dublin road. The next is Ballybot Bridge, connecting Southwark with Mill Street. This was the oldest bridge in the town, and consisted of five arches. It was pulled down in the past month of May, and is being replaced by a handsome bridge of one arch of ninety feet span, and of great breadth. It will be built of chiselled granite. The next is Needham Bridge, a chaste structure of cut stone of one arch seventy feet span. It was erected in 1831, and with a metal drawbridge, called God