Some say the best way to approach Killarney for the first time is by the wildly picturesque road over the mountains from Kenmare and Glengarriff. One obtains a magnificent view of the Upper Lake from the turn of the road a little north of the police barrack. Others again have experienced the charm of an absolutely sudden surprise awaiting them, when, arriving at Killarney by rail and driving south about a mile or more, during which nothing is seen but the over-arching trees, and turning to the left up a steep road south of the Flesk demesne, toward one of the guest-houses there, the whole panorama of the Lower Lake and the mountains bursts upon you just as you reach your destination. Nothing has prepared you for a scene of so great beauty; so this way of arriving has its merits. From this situation, or from Flesk Castle; from a point above the Torc cascade; and from the point first mentioned, are obtained perhaps the three finest views of the Lakes. But in truth unrivaled view-points seem endless, each having its own especial charm. The play of color, cloud, and shadow at various hours and seasons is so extraordinary that no brush of painter could ever do Killarney justice. As for photographs, they are merely like pegs to hang one's memory-hats upon. To know Killarney stay two months there at least, make friends with the natives, learn the legends, and absorb the harmony of the region. And though many an isle be fair, Fairer still is Inisfallen, Since the hour Cuchullain lay In the bower enchanted. See! the ash that waves today, Fand its grandsire planted. When from wave to mountain-top All delight thy sense bewilders, Thou shalt own the wonder wrought Once by her skilled fingers Still, though many an age be gone, Round Killarney lingers. _William Larminie_ THE VRBAS DEFILE, BOSNIA: by F. J. B.