On this subject permit me to observe that a change has "come o'er the
spirit of its dream." A later poet, in celebrating the praises of the
lake as the only place unchanged, says:
"Sweet Blarney Castle, that was _wanst_ so ancient,
Is gone to ruin, och! and waste, and bare
Neptune and Plutarch is by Mrs. Deane[3] sent
To Ballintemple, to watch praties there."
[Footnote 3: Now Lady Deane.]