We crossed the Lee undressed, near the village of "Cross," and slept soundly in a churchyard on a neighbouring hill the name of which has passed from my memory.

We then directed our footsteps to a small village called Crookstown, situated in a romantic spot on a branch of the Lee.

We experienced much difficulty, and narrowly escaped detection, in entering this village, which is surrounded by beautiful country seats, through the grounds of some of which we were obliged to grope our way.

We obtained lodgings, after one or two fruitless trials, in a very comfortable house kept by a farmer.

The young family seemed to be rather tastefully educated, and we soon became fast friends.