| The ride from Ross to Waterford is not interesting till we approach very near the latter; but no sooner do we begin to cross a splendid wooden bridge over the Suir than, without the smallest preparation, we find before us what appears to be a splendid city. I say appears; for there is nothing in Waterford to realize the expectation excited by its quay. This is the finest city promenade in Ireland; and is not excelled by any thing of the kind I recollect elsewhere, except the quays of St. Petersburg. It forms one unbroken line an English mile in length; with a portion at the water side railed off from the carriage road the whole way. The annexed view is taken from the opposite end of the quay, in order to present in the foreground its most conspicuous object, Reginald's Tower, or the Ring Tower as it is called by the lower classes of // the people. Its Irish name, although probably not the most ancient one, is Dundery, or the King's Fort; and its history may be read in brief in the following inscription placed over the doorway. "In the year 1003, this Tower was erected by Reginald the Dane — in 1171 was held as a Fortress by Strongbow, Earl of Pembroke — in 1463, by statute 3rd of Edward IV., a Mint was established here — in 1819 it was re-edified in its original form, and appropriated to the Police Establishment by the corporate body of the City of Waterford." Besides the quay, there are several good streets in Waterford, but also an undue proportion of filth and misery. The very large exports of the place, of which I do not feel myself called upon to give an account, do not seem to include whisky; at least the number of places appointed for the home consumption of the article is beyond all reasonable bounds. One is reminded of the anecdote of the English troops landing at Waterford, when one of them, on giving a shilling (a thirteener) for a glass of this potion, and receiving back twelve pence in change, declared in a transport of joy, that this was the country for him — where whisky was to be had for nothing ! I perambulated the city a good deal; but either owing to my not being in the vein for sights, or to there actually being nothing to be seen, I find little worth transcribing from my notes. [pp. 129-130] |