time made the cathedral for Down and Connor.  The Conway estates passed to the Seymours in this way.  Popham Seymour, Esq., was the son of Sir Edward Seymour, fourth baronet, described by Bishop Burnet as ’the ablest man of his party, the first speaker of the House of Commons that was not bred to the law; a graceful man, bold and quick, and of high birth, being the elder branch of the Seymour family.’  Popham Seymour inherited the estates of the Earl of Conway, who was his cousin, under a will dated August 19, 1683, and assumed in consequence the surname of Conway.  This gentleman died unmarried, and was succeeded by his brother Francis, who was raised to the peerage in 1703 by the title of Baron Conway, of Kill-Ultagh, county Antrim.  His eldest son, the second baron, was created Viscount Beauchamp and Earl of Hertfort in 1750.  In 1765 he was Viceroy of Ireland, and in 1793 he was created Marquis of Hertfort.  The present peer, born in the year 1800, is the fourth marquis, having succeeded his father in 1842.

Lisburn is classic ground.  It represents all sorts of historic interest.  On this hill, now called the Castle Gardens, the Captain of Kill-Ultagh mustered his galloglasse.  Here, amid the flames of the burning town, was fought a decisive battle between the English and the Irish, one of the Irish chiefs in that encounter being the ancestor of the restorer of St. Patrick’s Cathedral.  The battle lasted till near midnight, when the Irish were put to flight, leaving behind them dead and wounded thrice the number of the entire garrison.  Here, on this mount, stood William III. in June, 1690.  I saw in the church the monument of Jeremy Taylor, and the pulpit from which the most eloquent of bishops delivered his immortal sermons.  I saw the tablet erected by his mother to the memory of Nicholson, the young hero of Delhi, and those of several other natives of Lisburn who have contributed, by their genius and courage, to promote the fame and power of England.  Among the rest Lieutenant Dobbs, who was killed in an encounter with Paul Jones, the American pirate, in Carrickfergus Bay.

I received a hospitable welcome from a loyal gentleman in the house which was the residence of General Munroe, the hero of ’98, and saw the spot in the square where he was hanged in view of his own windows.  But I confess that none of the monuments of the past excited so much interest in my mind as the house of Louis Crommelin, the Huguenot refugee, who founded the linen manufacture at Lisburn.  That house is now occupied by Mr. Hugh M’Call, author of ‘Our Staple Manufactures,’ who worthily represents the intelligence, the public spirit, and patriotism of the English and French settlers, with a dash of the Irish ardour, a combination of elements which perhaps produces the best ‘staple’ of character.  I stood upon the identical oak floor upon which old Crommelin planned and worked, and in the grave-yard Mr. M’Call deciphered for me the almost obliterated inscriptions, recording the deaths of various members of the Crommelin family.  Their leader, Louis himself, died in July, 1727, aged 75 years.