ABSTRACT
We of Wexford, though we have the advantage of our neighbours' mountains, as terminations to our landscape, have but one that we can call our own – the mountain of Forth. I cannot, with all my love for it, style it handsome; though it is, certainly, picturesque – rugged, jagged, rough, and rocky: and I remember when not a single green field, or cultivated plot, was to be seen on its sides. It has undergone changes.
