In the leafy summer the place must be a dream of beauty.

An avenue of stately trees quite overarching the highway leads from Blarney to St.Anne's Hill, the site of which, at least, is that of an ideal sanatorium.

We walked thither over hill and dale.

The panorama commanded by the buildings of the sanatorium is one of the widest and finest imaginable, worthy to be compared with the prospect from the Star and Garter at Richmond, or with that from the terrace at St.Germain.
Several handsome lodges or cottages have been built about the extensive grounds.

These are comfortably furnished and leased to people who prefer to bring their households here rather than take up their abode in the hotel, which, however, seems to be a very well kept and comfortable sort of place, with billiard and music rooms, a small theatre, and all kinds of contrivances for making the country almost as tedious as the town.
The establishment is directed now by a German resident physician, but belongs to an Irish gentleman, Mr.Barter, who lives here himself, and here manages what I am told is one of the finest dairy farms and dairies in Ireland.