CHAPTEE II.

Interior of my room at Blackrock.—Blarney Castle.—Visit to
the cabins of the poor.

Blackrock^ Friday,—^I have beqn ill for the
last three weeks, and confined to my room. The
pen trembles in my hand, yet I wish to try and
put down some of the thoughts and feelings
which have so dehghtfuUy cheered my lonely
hours, and soothed my suffering frame.

The contrast between my musings of late,
and the thoughts which haunted my bed of
suffering during an illness I had in Lbndon last
year, is very striking: one reason of this may
be, that here in this room, most of the objects
which meet my gaze teU some tale of suffering
reheved, of human beings rescued from misery.

For   instance,   yonder   book-case   and   that