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| GLENGARIFF CATARACT, CO. KERRY. -Whatever of cold neglect may have cursed other scenic sections of Ireland, Glengariff, at least since the then youthful Prince of Wales pronounced it one of the grandest scenes in nature, more than a generation ago, has had no cause for complaint. It is in many respects, a formidable rival of Killarney, and is particularly affected by foreign tourists, who find in it the combined features of Savoy, Provence and the Tyrol. Its forests are luxuriant; its mountains, rising precipitously from the sea level, and clothed with heather or flowering shrubs of diverse families, have about them an Alpine majesty, and its rivulets, forcing their way through many a shadowy ravine from in many places, charming cascades like that reproduced in the picture. The poet De Vere must have had this fall in mind when he wrote:- "-Aloft from yonder birch clad height Leaps into air a catarct, snow white; Falling to gulfs obscure. The mountian ridge, Like a gray warder, guardian of the scene, Above the cloven gorge gloomily towers. O'er the dim woods a gathering tempest low'rs; Save where athwart the moist leaves' lucid green A sunbem, glancing through disparted showers, Sparkles along the rill with diamond sheen." |
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