for want of fuel, as coal might be easily and cheaply conveyed; and upon those bogs plantations might be made, and Ireland might once more boast of her forests of stately oak.

MOVING BOG IN LIMERICK. On the 7th of June, 1697, near Charleville, in the county of Limerick, a great rumbling or noise was heard in the earth, much like unto the sound of thunder near spent; for a little space, the air was somewhat troubled with little whisking winds, seeming to meet contrary ways. Soon after that, to the great terror and affrightment of a great number of spectators, a more wonderful thing happened, for in a bog, stretching north and south, the earth began to move, viz., meadow and pasture land that lay on the side of the bog and separated by an extraordinary large ditch, and other land on the other side adjoining to it, and a rising or little hill in the middle of the bog, hereupon sunk flat. This motion began about seven o'clock in the evening, fluctuating in its motion like waves; the pasture-land rising very high, so that it overran the ground beneath it, and moved upon its surface, rolling on with great pushing violence till it covered the meadow, and is held to remain upon it sixteen feet deep. In the motion of this earth, it drew after it the body of the bog, part of it lying on the place where the pasture-land that moved out of its place had before stood, leaving great breaches behind it, and spewings of water that cast up noisome vapours. Dr. Ledwich informs us that he saw a similar phenomenon at Gurteena

mallagh, in the Queen's County, where the bog for a few acres left the substratum (a white marl) totally bare; for it appeared that neither the roots of heath nor the barberry bushes which covered the bog, had penetrated the marl so as to impede or stop the floating. The cause of this phenomenon is supposed to have been the rising of the springs, after much wet, a sort of bog-dropsy. The purchase of bogs for the purpose of reclaiming them, presents such an opportunity of employing money to an uncommon advantage, that we should not be surprised if, in no very distant period, a bog were a greater rarity in Ireland that in England.

MOVING BOG IN GALWAY.

On Tuesday, March 28th, 1745, old style, a very remarkable event occurred, at the bog of Addergoole, near Dunmorey, in the county of Galway. As James Carroll, Esq. of Killeny, was superintending his men cutting turf, about eleven o'clock in the forenoon, the day being very sultry, he observed a sudden and alarming gathering of the clouds just over his head, and had scarce time to warn his labourers of the approaching storm, when the most violent rain ever remembered, assailed them, accompanied with a dreadful though unknown noise, not so loud, but as tremenduous as thunder, a little to the east of where they stood. This shower continued about an hour, at the conclusion of which, the turf-cutters saw the place they had left, containing ten acres, as it were floating after them, till it subsided at last by

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the river side, on a piece of pasture, thirty acres in extent. It quickly choked up the river, which became nearly dry for more than a mile. An immense extent of fine meadow-land was overflown by the water. At last a passage was dug for the water, which flowed back into its old channel, and the greater part of the ground was recovered.

FAIR HEAD

This splendid promontory, whose highest point is 535 feet above the ocean's level, is composed of a body of columnar greenstone, of such colossal dimensions, that its rude articulations are not at first very obvious; but upon surveying attentively one of the gigantic columns, the joints and separatrices are distinctly marked. The whole structure of the promontory consists of two parts; the one, at the sea-side, is an inclined plane, strewn with enormous masses of the same stone, in the wildest and most terrific chaos; above this rises the mural precipice of columnar greenstone, 250 feet in height. The scene of ruin at the base of these Titanian pillars is probably not exceeded in Europe. Here the sea heaves in a solemn, majestic swell, the peculiar attribute of the Atlantic waters, and in every retreat discloses the apparently endless continuation of convulsive ruin, covered by the waters beneath the promontory. Upon this region of desolation, on the shore, enormous debris, either assuming the character of rude columnization, or in a perfectly shapeless mass, whose weight is calculated at from four