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| A WALK IN PHOENIX PARK, DUBLIN. -Dublin and its environs, according to most writers who have visited them, fairly blaze with flowers in the pleasant summer time, and flowers of the most exquisite coloring, shape and odor. These are framed by shrubs, plants and trees of most luxuriant foliage - one species succeeding another in almost constant rotation. Through such a scene, the charming walk shown in the sketch gently winds, luring the visitor step by step to visit scenes ever growing in beauty. A stroll in Phoenix Park in the summer weather is not taken under a burning sun. The walks do not burn the feet of the pedestrian, as if they were laid in ashes, hot from a volcanic crater, nor is there risk of sunstroke -a malady practically unknown in the equable, gracious climate of "the fairest isle of the ocean" -a title bestowed upon Ireland by the eminent Scotch poet, Thomas Campbell, in his immortal song of "The Exile of Erin." The gentleman standing in contemplative attitude on the walk near the edge of the parterre is seemingly enjoying the bloom and the fragrance of the clustering blossoms, overhung by umbrageous boughs. The effect would be better if he had a lady with him to sympathize with his pleasurable emotions. |
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