a small town in the county of Kerry in Ireland, which gives name to a lake, one of the most beautiful, perhaps, in the world. This lake, which may not improperly be distinguished into three, the upper, lower, and middle, excepting one narrow valley on the south, through which a river runs into the upper lake, is surrounded with one continued range of lofty mountains, rocks, and precipices, the immense declivities of which are covered with woods intermixed with evergreens, from nearly their tops down to the verge of the lakes; add to this the number of rivulets cascading from channels skirted with trees of every kind down the sides of these enormous mountains, some of them to the height of 100 yards. Over the lake are dispersed a great number of islands of very different extent; and all of them of any size, (one only excepted, which is inhabited by an innumerable sight of rabbits,) beautifully ornamented with trees of every kind, with a most delightful intermixture of evergreens, as box, holly, yew, and the arbutus or strawberry-tree. Hollies of a prodigious magnitude are found here, some of above two feet diameter in the body of the tree. The arbutus grows in great plenty and perfection on many of the islands; the largest of them are about six or seven inches in diameter, and 15 or 20 feet high. They appear in their greatest beauty and perfection about November. There is a most enchanting prospect from some of the surrounding mountains, particularly from a very lofty one called the Turk, because its white chalky top looks like a Turkish turban. On the very summit of one of the Mangerton mountains, in the neighbourhood, is a small round lake, of about a quarter of a mile diameter across the top, called the devil's punch-bowl. From the surface of the lake to the top of the sides of this vast concavity or bowl, may be about 300 yards; and when viewed from the circular top, it really has a most astonishing appearance. The depth of it, doubtless, is vastly great, but not, as the natives of it pretend, unfathomable. The discharge of the superfluous waters of this bowl, through a chasm or gap into the middle lake, forms one of the finest cascades in the world, visible for above 150 yards. The devil's punch-bowl, as it is called in our maps, is by the natives in the neighbourhood termed Poulic Infrin, that is, "the hole of hell." The echoes among the hills in the southern and more inclosed parts of the great lake, but especially in the winding, deep, and intricate valley leading from the lower to the upper lake, are equally delightful and astonishing. There are some cannon placed in the most advantageous situations by the lord Kenmare, a Roman Catholic nobleman, on purpose for the entertainment of travellers, who generally provide themselves with ammunition for loading them. The reports, on the discharge of these cannon, resemble the nearest of anything in nature a most violent peal of thunder rolling among the mountains. Here also musical instruments, especially the horn and trumpet, afford the most delightful and ravishing enter-