CITY OF WATERFORD.

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architraves, and being adorned by elegant Corinthian pilasters. A dome crowns the lantern; and from its summit the Union Flag waves on all occasions of public rejoicing.

Bravely did that flag wave in the breeze on Monday, August the 6th, 1849. Such a day of Jubilee, such a night of rejoicing, had never before been known in the capital of Ireland, since that noble city first arose on the banks of the Liffey. Most triumphant was the entrance, on that day, of QUEEN VICTORIA into Dublin; triumphant, not because it took place amid the imposing pageantry of military splendour, or naval power; the thunders of artillery, and the ceremonial of state; but because it called forth the enthusiastic loyalty of a warm-hearted and generous people, and the priceless manifestations of their affectionate homage. The Queen's visit, as it has been well observed, 66 was due to the importance; it was due to the misfortunes; and we now know, that it was due to the LOYALTY of Ireland." The proceedings of Monday, August 6, cannot fail to teach all persons to distinguish between the noisy ebullitions of faction, and the genuine sentiments of a nation. "The Queen's visit is the concluding chapter of the history of the Irish rebellion." The best comment upon the misrepresentations of the factious few who recently endeavoured to goad Ireland into rebellion, may be found in the enthusiastic reception with which the LOYAL MANY have greeted their Sovereign.

Another good effect may be confidently expected to result from Queen Victoria's Visit to Green Erin. It will be found to have amalgamated Ireland with England. The state of Ireland will no longer be regarded as exceptional and abnormal. Tipperary will become, in feeling, as well as in fact, as much a county of the United Kingdom, as Yorkshire, or Sussex. Mutual confidence will unite her Majesty's English and Irish subjects; and "GOD SAVE THE QUEEN," will be a heartfelt prayer resounding throughout the length and breadth of the British Isles.

THE CITY OF WATERFORD, FROM DUNMORE.

THE City of Waterford, with its noble cathedral, its broad and rapid river, its herringfisheries, and its magnificent quay of nearly a mile in length, must, at all times, present to the tourist a scene of great and varied interest. Its spires, its towers, and its spacious buildings, are embosomed in woods, and overhung by hills; and the sloping banks of its graceful and majestic river are adorned, for many a mile, by splendid mansions, elegant villas, extensive forests, and sweeping lawns. It is, in short, obviously the seat of mercantile opulence. Very beautiful is the approach by water to this celebrated city; more especially as the spectator draws near to the broad estuary in which the Suir mingles its waters with those of St. George's Channel. Rarely, however, has there been exhibited on the bosom of the deep a spectacle more brilliant than that