Ink-wash drawing of a single-masted ship at anchor. The ship is on the right-hand side of the image. In the foreground, in the bottom right-hand corner, a figure is approaching, leading a horse, which is harnessed between the shafts of a cart or carriage which remains unseen outside the boundaries of the image. A group of three figures is nearby: two are standing and talking to each another, a third is kneeling down, by a large round basket. Another figure is on board the ship. In the left-hand area of the image, a second small ship is in the bay. A boat with a man rowing, and a woman and a child in the stern, is approaching the shore. There are cliffs in the background, and a ruined building, probably an abbey, is visible on the summit.
The view is reminiscent of George Morland's popular sea-coast scenes.
|Keywords(s)||Archaeological sites, Baskets, Bays (Bodies of water), Beaches, Boats, Buildings, Carriages & coaches, Carts, Children, Churches, Cliffs, Harbours, Harnesses, Hats, Horses, Men, Passengers, People, Seas, Ships, Towers, Trees, Women|
|Dimensions||16 cm x 20.4 cm|
|Published / created||1800|
|Travel Account||Journal of a tour from London to Shrewsbury, North Wales, Dublin and Chester|
|Print or manuscript||Manuscript|
|Location of image in copy||opp. p. 140|
|Source copy||National Library of Ireland MS Joly 34|
This is a link to a digital copy hosted by an external website.
|Rights||Courtesy of the National Library of Ireland|
Related text from travel account
|Thursday Morning September 11: At half past 1, the boat was ready to convey the Passengers & their luggage down the Packet, which was lying at the Pidgeon House. About 2, we entered the Boat, bade adieu to dear Dublin, & were rowed down to the Besborough, Capt.n Norris Goddard. We reached her a little before 3, & as soon as the Passengers & Luggage were deposited in their proper places, the sails were hoisted, & we immediately got under weigh. Such a calm beautiful moonlight morning, surely, scarcely ever was seen, which afforded us an opportunity of seeing Dublin Bay by moonlight. It was truly the most sublime and beautiful scene we ever beheld. Nothing but the thoughts of home, & the pleasure of meeting one’s friends when we reached there, could have induced a wish to leave such an Elysium. Not the least breeze stirring, nor a wave murmur