From the memorable day when, according to the
"By the ford of Brig and Bunn
Ireland was lost and won,"
until the present hour of locomotive celerity, when
A journey to Ireland now through the Tubular
Is as short as a trip to the old Norwood New Beulah.
there has been little change, unless it be for the worse. We may apply to this lovely land the exquisite apostrophe addressed to that of the East, a spot "where all but the spirit of man is divine;" and there is no mistake about it. We have no intention of following up Thomas Moore's native and natural illustration that it is the
"First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea,"
yet we are willing to admit that it is one of them; but why it should be called the Emerald Isle, unless it be from the greenness of so many of its inhabitants, it would be difficult to determine; for there are other islands quite as verdant, and some even more So. All this, however, is matter of opinion, not worth while stopping to talk about. It is an enchanting part of creation for the eye to gaze