DUBLIN, August 6.

After remaining in Liverpool two days, I took passage in the little steamer Adelaide for this city.  The wind being high on the night of our voyage, the vessel had scarcely got to sea ere we were driven to our berths; and though the distance from Liverpool to Dublin is short, yet, strange to say, I witnessed more effects of the sea and rolling of the steamer upon the passengers, than was to be seen during the whole of our voyage from America.  We reached Kingstown, five miles below Dublin, after a passage of nearly fifteen hours, and were soon seated on a car, and on our way to the city.  While coming into the bay, one gets a fine view of Dublin and the surrounding country.  Few sheets of water make a more beautiful appearance than Dublin Bay.  We found it as still and smooth as a mirror, with a soft mist on its surface—­a strange contrast to the boisterous sea that we had left a moment before.

The curious phrases of the Irish sounded harshly upon my ear, probably, because they were strange to me.  I lost no time on reaching the city in seeking out some to whom I had letters of introduction, one of whom gave me an invitation to make his house my home during my stay, an invitation which I did not think fit to decline.

Dublin, the Metropolis of Ireland, is a city of above two hundred thousand inhabitants, and is considered by the people of Ireland to be the second city in the British Empire.  The Liffey, which falls into Dublin Bay a little below the Custom-House, divides the town into two nearly equal parts.  The streets are—­some of them—­very fine, especially upper Sackville Street, in the centre of which stands a pillar erected to Nelson, England’s most distinguished Naval Commander.  The Bank of Ireland, to which I paid a visit, is a splendid building, and was formerly the Parliament House.  This magnificent edifice fronts College Green, and near at hand stands a bronze statue of William III.  The Bank and the Custom-House are two of the finest monuments of architecture in the city; the latter of which stands near the river Liffey, and its front makes an imposing appearance, extending to three hundred and seventy-five feet.  It is built of Portland stone, and is adorned with a beautiful portico in the centre, consisting of four Doric columns supporting an enriched entablature, decorated with a group of figures in alto-relievo, representing Hibernia and Britannia presenting emblems of peace and liberty.  A magnificent dome, supporting a cupola, on whose apex stands a colossal figure of Hope, rises nobly from the centre of the building to a height of one hundred and twenty-five feet.  It is, withal, a fine specimen of what man can do.