Grace Greenwood,
Stories and Legends of Travel and History…
“ Our last day in Wicklow was spent at the beautiful and romantic country seat of Sir Philip Crampton, or Lough Bray, a wild, lonely little mountain lake, whose shores are all black peat, or barren rock, except where flourish the pleasant plantations and shrubberies of Sir Philip, growing upon manufactured ground, and looking like the enchanted gardens we read of in fairy tales. The Lough is a smooth dark sheet of water, so deep in the centre that it cannot be sounded. ”
