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cxcit an interest that attaches almost plunge into the water on the verge of exclusively to their class. All accounts the cataract! Why, this is the very coincide in representing them as being turning point of the poor child's endowed with minds peculiarly alert career. The moment Justice lays and quick of comprehension, as if her hand upon the culprit, society their intellects were preternaturally instinctively shrinks from all contact sharpened by the very necessities of with him. An unspotted name is their condition. This fact is but an the very panoply of character ; that illustration of an old anecdote, which, once lost, the enamel is gone! True, however familiar to some of our read- the poor child may, in the eye of God ers, may be new to most of them; it and in the belief of man, have reappears to be even more novel to some pented of his fault, and firmly rewho have heard it before than to solved to amend it. True, he may be others, so true is the aphorism that willing to enter upon an honest “ nothing is so new as what we have calling, or to turn to any occuforgotten.” A learned foreigner, on a pation he can obtain. But who visit to London, after his friend had will employ him ? And this brings shewn him all the notabilities of that us to a point to which we are vast city, inquired whether they had most anxious to draw the votice any building there for the reception of our readers--the wide and abunand accommodation of the prime dant field of labour which lies open intellect of the nation. “Yes," was to the legitimate activity of those the answer,

“ come and I will shew excellent individuals who are bestirit to you ;” and then, taking him op- ring themselves so landably in the posite to the gaol of Newgate, and cause of neglected and outcast chilpointing to that gloomy structure, he dren. If they will look at the soil said, “ There be our wits!But those that thus invites their cultivation, “ wits” had undergone a long and they will find that though the domain assiduous training before they had of the Law be lamentably wide, that duly qualified themselves for the pri- of Philanthropy is wider still. We vilege which a paternal government do not guage the depths of juvehad provided for them,---free com- nile delinquency, when we give the mons and free quarters, with the number of our convicts, or even of advantage of further improving committals. There is a vast ferthems cives in the deeper mysteries of menting mass of youthful crime that their craft. They had begun early- never reaches legal detection ; a vast most of them; practised sedulously, mass of idleness and ignorance just and pursuer their calling skilfully. hovering on the verge of crime, Will any one teli us that the young which is sure to fall into it if a timely urchin who steals our pocket-handker- hand do not interpose to stay its chief has evinced less dexterity than course, and to turn it into a better the weaver who made it? Will it be channel, and direct it towards a promaintained that the young burglar per end. These constitute what are who has picked our patent lock is a called the Arabt population of our more bungling craftsman than the lock- alleys and larger towns; and in the smith who constructed it? Yet out of education and training of these, the such material are our most formidable most active philanthropy may find felons formed. “It is only his first ample scope for the exercise of its offence,” says the police officer, or the most ardent and untiring energy, magistrate. Only his first offence ! without trenching upon an office to Only the first step beyond the edge which neither the ordinance of God of the precipice ;--only the first nor the law of man has called it.

† An unfortunate misnomer, closely rerging upon & palpable colecism. The Arab, with his roving and nomadic habits, no more resenibles those settled tenants of our lanes and alleys, than a Luiterfly is like a barnacle.

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Brown Summer 's abroad, and is shepherd-like keeping

Her brightness and odour by mountain and vale, Where sainted young Melody, heavenward leaping,

Rolls, gushing and gushing, her heart on the gale. The hills of our Ulster-the queenly, the olden

Like passion-souled poets of beauty-of God Gleam forth with their tower-thoughts-emerald and golden

Where many a light-leaving angel hath trod.
Then lovingly mingle these flowers, my brother--

The gold of the lily and green of our land-
For, oh! while they aid us in hating each other,

Far better our isle were a desert of sand.


Oh! say not ye deem that the God of Creation

Had love in his heart, when he lighted this world With beauties like these, if the soul of a nation

Must groan at each glimpse of their glory unfurled ;
Nor say you believe that the Child of the manger,

In coming, in going, in aught, was divine,
If the creed which you hold the best beacon in danger

Must lead you to look like a demon ou mine :
If heaven be love--if religion be holy-

If God be a Being whom man should obey, Oh ! hate not, but pity, your brother, if folly,

Or creed and conviction have led him astray,


Oh! if, in our darkness, we've wantonly lingered

To pile up the altar where Liberty bleeds, Why-why to our folly cling on, gory-fingered,

Till crushed through the earth by our colours and creeds ? Let's hang the red past, like a beacon, before us,

Not lighting up passions by heaven abhorred,
But melting those clouds by our madness hung o'er us,

The scoff of the nations—the curse of the Lord !
Ah, heaven ! no more may

passions have

power To wring from thy teachings the scourge and the chain; No more o'er the tint of a leaf or a flower

May bigotry brandish the club of a Cain !

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You say that she is changed to you,
You call her fickle and untrue :
She nerer changed-she but obeyed

A feeling which her mind did inaster :
She ne'er was fickle-sle but strayed
Like careless sleep to newer pasturë.

She never then was false to you,
Because she ne'er was true,

The Young Blan's Dream.
Is about a fortnight after the events pleased at Mr. Kildoon's reinstate-
recorded in the last chapter, my cou- :

ment in our household ; for, living sin Gilbert returned from his séjour as he did occasionally in the soat Castle O'Skerrett; and my uncle, ciety of the county, he had a faculwho was all frankness and action, ty of small talk, and a budget of Lilasked him at once what he had been liputian histories, consisting of the doing on the Trasnagh Sands, and sayings and doings of our neighbours what was the nature of his acquain- in the Wild West,tance with Mr. Marellos and his daughter. It was after dinner, and The Brownes, the Bodkins, and the Frenches; just when the ladies had withdrawn, Squire Blake and Captain Kirwan : and the good old General had esconced My Lord Clancarty and all the Trenches ; himself in the black chair, that he

And — Mrs. General Irwin,” put this question ; and I do think had he fired a pistol at my cousin's which were apples and nuts to the head, he could not have been more appetite and Cheltenhamized habits thunderstruck. He became deadly of our elder guest, and certainly not pale, nay, yellow and livid for a mo- unacceptable to her fair daughter. weat, then mastering his emotion In fact, Gilbert was a first-rate talker rrith a strong effort, he answered in of persons, while whatever little cona slow, constrained voice, the colour versational power I possessed was oni coming back to his face in a rush of things. And my uncle's tastes were blood with the effort of each word, mine. " that he employed Marellos as a So when Gilbert, after tea that clerk to draw leases that his evening, unbuckled his post bag mare had gone dead lame a mile be- which he had been replenishing duyond Ballytrasnagh the day after he ring his stay with O'Skerrettwho had left the Darragh, and that he was himself both long-eared and lohad returned to the hotel in that vil- quacious-the outrush of news and lage, and had gone out next morning gossip was so continuous as effectuto the sea beach to seek for agates aliy to dumbfound me, and nearly with Marellos, whose daughter wished swept my uncle's patience off its to witness the surf breaking on the feet, as he paced the drawing-room shore, &c., &c.” In fact, he explained with a quicker and a more jerky step any little mystery in the transaction than usual, and an occasional clearso simply, and so much to our satis- ing of his throat, unwonted with faction, that whatever suspicion had him. This, though visible and aubeen created by his singular agitation dible to me, was unobserved by the when commencing his explanation, narrator, whose graphic recitals went was effectually dissipated by the can- smoothly in amidst the muslins, and dour which appeared in its conclusion. pleasantly over the crochet-work to And I am sure my uncle never thought the ears and sensorium of his gentle more of the matter : nor did I, till auditory, who sat sewing at a sofathe explosion of after events laid table, and ever and anon repaying it bare to the reasonings of my me

his labours with sweet smiles, an I mory:

a degree of attentive gusto which I Our two ladies seemed much was painfully aware no powers of




mine could elicit. To be sure, to me, Walter, I confess, this poor lady make amends for this, I had Miss is absolutely revolting, and her soCardonald all to myself when she journ at my house and at my cottage wished to ride or desired to sing. has been one of the most wearisome Gilbert had no time for the former, chapters in the life of my old age. and neither taste nor tune for the Pardon my warmth, dear nephew, latter. I had both; and Isabella but I cannot away with her affectaCardonald was as graceful on the sad- tion; and I confess I should have redle as she was charming at the piano. joiced if she and her daughter had So we rode together on the sounding returned to England after her first shore, or amidst the dark ravines of visit to my poor house, and not taken the mountains sometimes with the this cottage, settling themselves thus General, but more frequently by our- at my very fireside. My dear Walselves ; and we sang together in the ter, you used to speak of your Madeevenings, she initiating me into the line as your pattern of all that is tender pathos of the ballad music of nice and feminine. Is this young Scotland, and I awakening her taste lady like her? And do you think had to the wild and thrilling sorrow of our Madeline been spared, that she the Irish melody :--- and so it came and Miss Cardonald would have beto pass naturally enough, that be- come as intimate from accordance of fore the ash-buds had gone forth into character as you would have desired leaves, and before the spring had them to be ? 'I trow not.' Is the warmed into summer, I had be- young lady religious ? Is she thocome attached to Miss Cardonald. roughly refined ? Is she fond of what I am not ashamed to state this now,

you are so given to

books-scenTrue, she was some years my senior, ery? Would your natural or educabut she was the first really nice lady tional tastes ever agree? I am afraid visitor I had seen since I had lost my not. What is this the old Latin says Madeline ; and I was a boy-proud, - Idem nolle, atque idem velle, id shy, and romantic—with an imagina- demum amicitia vera est.' I fear I tion whose activity I often mistook quote incorrectly, for my Latin, like for feeling, and a mind which had my cavalry sabre, is rusting from come in contact with but little 80- disuse ; but I know I reason right, ciety, save the few occasional visitors because I do so dispassionately and at my uncle's house. He early saw calmly, with true love for you, and my attachment, and spoke to me of no unkindness towards the young it, like himself, right nobly and can- lady. Walter, do you recollect what didly. Walter," he said, “I do happened at the village of Barnanot quite approve of your fancy : you gee ?” My uncle here alluded to an are too young and too impulsive to occurrence which had taken place a exercise a just discretion in matters month before this. where your affections are concerned ; Mrs. Cardonald had expressed a yet I throw no stone at you, for at desire to see an immense brown bog your age we are more hasty to feel which supplied our house, and indeed than calm to judge ; and thus the half the country side, with excellent heart outsails the head. I grant you fuel. A village stood on a hill beyond that the young lady is very pretty, the bog ; here the General had built and by no means deficient in intelli- a schoolhouse, to teach the young gence; but remember what a teacher idea of the rustic population how to she has had all her life ; and how shoot ; and to this village we had her mother's character and society driven one day after luncheon ; a must have exercised an influence over shower was falling, and we went into her. Her father was Lord Glenmor- the schoolroom for shelter-it was a loch, a Scotch judge, with a coarse large barn-like edifice—the children mind, a keen tongue, a cool, clever had been dismissed, and at the mashead, and a heart as cold as a snow- ter's desk stood a man whom my ball. He fell in love with her mo- uncle recognised as the celebrated ther for her pretty face, but made G- 0

a travelling missionary her but an ill-tempered husband, fre- from the Wesleyan body to the Celtic quently breaking in upon her silly population. On the present occasion speeches with, Hold your tongue, he had congregated upwards of sixty ma'am,' or, Lucy, you're a fool. To of the peasantry, and was preparing

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