All of the Roberts family for several generations have been buried within the walls of the old French Church, and it is still used for the tombs of the passing generation of a few old families who possess that enviable privilege. The latest monument bears the date of 1881, and "siveral places are bespoke," the custodian told me. The ruin is kept with the greatest care. The ivy mantle that covers the walls is tenderly trimmed each spring and fall, the turf is cut frequently, the gravel walks are raked every day, and when I remarked upon this peculiarity not often observed in the crumbling castles and churches of long ago, the custodian exclaimed with pride: "It's all thrue, as yer honor has said, ivery wurrd of it, an' it's as dacent a ruin as you'll find in all Ireland." Several illustrious characters in Irish history are buried in the cathedral. Among them are Strongbow and his son who was carved in twain by his amiable father on the field of battle because he acted as if he was afraid of the enemy. It is entirely appropriate that so energetic and comprehensive a person as the first Earl of Pembroke should have two tombs, and no one has any right to complain. He is buried in Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin, as well as in the cathedral at Waterford, and lies quietly in both places. And only a few days ago I noticed that Edward VII., King of England, was paying a week's-end visit to his descendant, the present Earl of Pembroke, at his country seat, Wilton House, in Wiltshire. Everything in Waterford seems to be inclosed by high stone walls--even the bishop's palace and the poorhouse--and when I asked a man I met on the street why it was so, he answered: "They're old walls, sir, very old, and were put up when they were needed. They're not taken down, for they may be needed again. The poor guardians are afraid they'll lose a pauper, and the bishop some of his prayers." The jarvey who drove our jaunting car told us that there are nine hundred people in the poorhouse and nine hundred more in the insane asylum, the latter "bein' mostly women who came there from drinkin' too much tay"--and the excessive use of that herb is destroying the nerves of the feminine population.