Here is the beautiful city. It does not do itself justice to-day. The rain, which softens and freshens the beauties of the country, blackens and bedraggles the town. “God made the country, and man made the town.”
But what are those deep, soft tones that reach us through the humid air? Can it be? Yes, there is no doubt about it. We are listening to
“The bells of Shandon
That sound so grand on
The pleasant waters
Of the river Lee!
“I've heard bells tolling
Old Adrian's mole in,
Their thunders rolling
From the Vatican;