most assiduous in the discharge of his parliamentary duties, and however obnoxious these are necessarily occasionally felt to be, by some portion of a constituency so much divided as is that of Newry, there is but one opinion of the zeal, ability, and alacrity with which he labours to promote the substantial interests of the borough and the district generally. It is, however, in his capacity as a resident and improving landlord that he comes within the scope of remark in a publication like the present, and in that character he has established an unexceptionable reputation -a reputation not a little enhanced by the active benevolence, the unassuming generosity, and the uniform courtesy of his estimable and accomplished lady. At the last general election, his lordship was returned, on the Conservative interest, by a majority of eighty-two over Sir J. M. Doyle. He is a convert to the late commercial policy of Sir R. Peel, and is thus described in the parliamentary directories :

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Newry and Morne, the Hon. Francis-Jack Needham, Viscount: eldest son of Francis Jack, second Earl of Kilmorey, by Jane, fifth daughter of George Gunn Cunninghame, Esq.; born February 2, 1815; married July 30, 1839, Anne-Amelia, eldest daughter of the Honourable Sir Charles Colville, G. C. B. (second son of John, ninth Baron Colville). His addresses are-Wilton Crescent, London; Shavington, Salop; and Morne, County Down."

To the left is Moore Lodge, the residence of Mrs. Moore; and a little farther on is Thorn Mount, a very beautiful villa amid embowering trees, formerly occupied by the late Francis Moore, Esq.; and contiguous is Bell Hill, the mansion of Mrs. Marmion. Here also, by the roadside, is the National School of Dunavan, erected in 1841; and a little farther on is the Catholic Chapel, a neat and spacious building, in whose adjoining grave-yard many of the "rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.'

The next residence of note is Drummondony, the picturesque seat of Mrs. Thomson and her son, James Thomson, Esq., the respected and intelligent Seneschal and Coroner of Kilkeel. There is a small square battlemented tower, or observatory, on an adjacent hill, which commands an extensive view of the sea and the surrounding country.

We next reach the Whitewater River, so famous for its trout --so dear to all who love old Isaac Walton's gentle art-" the mysteries of the rod and line unfolding." With such a stream as the Whitewater, stocked as it is with fish that Ude or Carème would expire over with a delight known only to those disciples of Apicius; and with such excellent and thoroughly secluded

quarters as the Kilmorey Arms close at hand, what more could the most fastidious angler possibly desire, but

Hear this, ye gudgeon bobbers of Putney-ye kidnappers of minnows at Twickenham! Remember that you may be here within the compass of a single day from St. Paul's-in the midst of scenery quite as beautiful and infinitely more retired than at Richmond; while, for the price for three dinners at the Castle, or Star and Garter there, you get a week's complete entertainment (every thing of the best found you, including the very downiest of beds) at the Kilmorey Arms here, with lots of trout of your own catching, the smallest of which would be considered by you a perfect dolphin in beauty and a sturgeon in magnitude, if captured in the latitudes of Hammersmith or Battersea Bridge.

MOURNE PARK.

HE Whitewater runs through this romantically situated demense. The Castle, the country residence of Earl Kilmorey's eldest son, Lord Newry and Mourne, is a plain square building, of cut stone, three stories high, with no very imposing pretensions to elegance or architectural beauty:

for a lordly mansion it certainly is not distinguished by the external magnificence one is accustomed to associate with the residence of a territorial aristocrat. Still, notwithstanding its simplicity, and the total absence of high architectural art or ornament, it is a fine substantial mansion, and a noble place, with its extensive park thickly planted (except in front of the house) with aged elm and other fine old patrician trees.

Immediately in rear of the house rises the conical mountain of Knockchree, surmounted by an observatory, erected by the late Earl of Kilmorey, from which you command wide and elevating views of sea and cape and mountain, that give wings to one's heart. As you descend Knockchree, pause ere you reach its wood-girdled base, and enjoy the view:-the glen to your right, its rapid stream foaming from rock to rock, the welltimbered grounds at your feet, and the dash and murmur of the sea below, with numbers of little craft, make up a spirited and pleasing scene, to linger upon which the tourist who would record his impressions has a thousand temptations, but can hardly embody his reminiscences in adequate phrase, without risking the reproach of "fine writing," which, in a guide book, is, for the most part, equivalent to balderdash. Still if, as it was with him, the time should be propitious for such cogitations, as you descend to the park, and cool yourself in the shade of a spreading tree, in such a spot, at the foot of this old oak, you'll feel as if

"You cannot choose but go Into the woodlands hoar,"

and, lulled by the wood-notes wild of the feathered choristers, which here abound, and by the murmurings of the Avonbân, and the distant melody of the ever-sounding sea, you will involuntarily let the mind take a backward or an onward flight, as the mood is upon you, before you consent to tear yourself away from a spot which, the longer one is acquainted with, the more its varied beauties win upon you.

The following is the "Peerage" designation of Lord Kilmorey, to whom Mourne Park belongs:

"Kilmorey, second Earl. Created 1822; Viscount Kilmorey, 1625; Viscount Newry and Morne, 1822 (Ireland).-Francis Jack Needham, son of the first earl, by the second daughter of Thomas Fisher, Esq., of Acton, Middlesex. Born 1787; married 1814, fifth daughter of George Gunn Cunninghame, Esq., of Mount Kennedy, County Wicklow; succeeded his father in 1832. The first viscount was son of a military commander in the Irish wars during the reign of Elizabeth; the first earl was a general in the army, and colonel of the 86th foot. SeatsShavington, Shropshire; Morne Park, County Down."

As you descend to the road, by the new entrance to the park, before you, at the distance of a few furlongs, on a gentle eminence, stands the fine residence of the Rev. Mr. Close, Rector of Kilkeel. When you reach the road, you cross the Whitewater by a handsome modern bridge of one arch. Turn to the left here, and while passing off towards Greencastle, at the many windings of the road, you get fine views of Sliev-Muck, and numberless other mountains, peeping out at either side in the distance, in every variety of form, seeming as if dropped unfinished in nature's careless haste. You now pass through an agreeably diversified and fertile agricultural district, thickly studded with that sweet feature of every pastoral landscapecomfortable busy cottage homes-to Greencastle

GREENCASTLE.

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REENCASTLE can scarcely be called even a scattered hamlet. is on the sea-shore about two miles inside the Bar. Here coasters can lie on the level sandy beach, except during strong southerly winds; but few approach it, save with an occasional supply of coals, or, in spring, to take away cargoes of potatoes to Dublin, Liverpool, and Bristol, the land about producing that root in great abundance, and of superior quality.

There is an annual fair at Greencastle-a miniature Donnybrook for fun and frolic,-commencing on the 12th of August, and continuing for three days; it is invariably an occasion for great festivity to the peasantry. The old Castle is an important feature in the scenery of this coast, and claims notice among the numerous architectural remains of antiquity, which are scattered over the County Down.

This fine specimen of the Norman-Irish military keep is situated a little inland of the entrance of Carlingford Lough. The Castle is a massive square pile, in ruins, seated on an elevated rock about three furlongs from the sea. It appears to have occupied a considerable space in former times, but now there remains only one apartment, about fifty feet by forty, and about sixty feet high, flanked, at each corner, by a quadrangular moss covered embattled tower, which have stubbornly withstood the assaults of time.

At a little distance, but within the former precincts of the Castle, is a hypogeum, or dungeon, now nearly filled up with rubbish and clay, the descent to which was by a flight of stone stairs, now broken away; and on the seaward side are the remains of a tower, which probably was one of those that flanked its ramparts at each corner.

This dismantled and dilapidated fortress, with its air of sombre antiquity, brings before the meditative mind memories of the past, if viewed in a spirit befitting the genus loci. You see it in your "mind's eye" in its day of pride, with the red-cross flag of the invader streaming in the breeze, and taunting the "Irish enemy," who, nor then nor now, have ever completely succumbed to the conquerors. You think, too, of its revelries and festivities; of the blushing bride, the gay bridegroom, the venerable priest, the joyous bridemaids,-all the hymeneal arraywith the noble cheer and boundless hospitality. And from out such array your memory will conjure up some more especial inci