The Tourist by this time will be convinced that the description given in these pages is not over-coloured, not chimerical; for I am fully persuaded, that no one can visit this magnificent scenery without wishing for a vocabulary varied and rich as the Alpine aspect before him; but language supplies no expressions that could paint the effect of the whole assemblage upon his mind. A painter might here use his pencil with effect, and a poet indulge himself in his sublimities. But what are high and impending rocks—what are the giant heavings of an angry ocean—and what the proudest summit of the Andes, when placed in the scale of such interminable vastness as the creating, balancing, and peopling of innumerable globes? In contemplating systems so infinite, who can forbear exclaiming—What a mole-hill is our earth, and how insignificant are we who creep so proudly on her surface. SOUTH STACK SEA-BIRDS. More fleet, on nimble-wing, the gull Sweeps booming by, intent to cull Voracious, from the billow’s breast, Marked far away, his destined feast; Behold him now deep plunging dip His sunny pinions sable tip In the green wave; now lightly skim With whirling flight the water’s brim, Wave in the blue sky his silver sail Aloft, and frolic in the gale, Or sink again his breast to lave, And float upon the foaming wave; Oft o’er his form your eyes may roam, Not know him from the feathery foam, Nor ’mid the rolling waves, your ear On yelling blast, his clamour hear. Though but a small number amongst the many who direct their steps to South Stack may have turned their attention to ornithology, yet none visit this romantic spot without expressing their unqualified admiration in reference to the thousands of sea-birds which perform their rapid circumlocutions in every direction, filling the air with their shrill screaming voices. Presuming, therefore, that a few remarks on the natural history of these aquatic tribes may not be deemed uninteresting, we give the following information concerning some of them.