how good, how gentle, how patient she had been, and bigotry gave way, as she cried in the language of nature, My poor innocent lamb!' Then the floodgates of grief were opened, and, like one that sorrowed without hope, she fell again upon her knees; and we left her there, with the corpse before her, and the eye of God alone upon her, in the humble、 hope that, before the throne where the blessed spirit of the dead was reposing, it might then, for the first time, be said of the living, "Behold she prayeth."

That evening, at dusk, Mary's father came to that lodging, and entered the chamber of death, and stood at the foot of that bed, and looked on his child-his best-beloved child, whom he had last seen in her seventeenth year, "very fair to look upon," happy, admired, caressed; he looked on her emaciated corpse, in her twenty-first year, without having seen any intermediate change. From the hour she forsook Popery her name was not permitted to reach his ear, nor her person his eye. But who would undertake to say that his heart was steeled against her? Oh, no! within that parent's breast the current of love might have dwelt, more silently but as deeply as when her name was music to his ear, and her sight joy to his heart. It was the dark, the deadly spirit of Popery that turned aside that current, and forced it to flow in a channel which led to suffering, sorrow, and death.

RECOLLECTIONS OF IRELAND.

No. V.

THE OUTCAST.

[Concluded from page 313.]

By the Author of 'A Visit to my Birth-place,' &

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THE REIGN OF TERROR.

We extract the following from one of the most important documents that we have seen, bearing upon the present state of the Irish peasantry, and the causes that operate to retain them, under the brightest blaze of gospel light, in darkness no less deep than that which characterized the gloomiest days of early superstition. The Rev. M. H. Seymour's letter to the Bishop of London is already published, and extensively circulated in the form of a penny tract : but this very graphic display of the principal machinery by which Popery works its evil will in poor Ireland, ought to be engraven on the memory of every English Protestant, as an abiding plea"Come over, and help us."

But it must not be supposed-as is too generally believed that the great body of the Roman Catholic peasantry are willing perpetrators of these horrors which make us blush for our country, and make appalled humanity shrink shuddering away. They are impelled to them by an iron despotism, which they deem as odious as it is irresistible, and which I shall now endeavour to describe to your lordship.

The social state of the lower orders in Ireland is an anomaly. In every village or neighbourhood there is a small knot or cabal of all the most factious and disaffected in the vicinity. They are generally but very few in number, seldom being so much as a

twentieth portion of the population, but they possess extraordinary power, by unity of purpose, over the whole population. This knot or cabal is composed of various materials-some persons who conceive themselves aggrieved by some government prosecution—others who feel themselves injured by some needy landlords-some again, who are descended from ancient families, and are looking to the forfeited estates-and others who forecast the same objects, hoping vaguely to obtain something in the general confusion. To these are to be added some persons whose mistaken notions of Irish independence and dreams of patriotism, lead them into the verge of disaffection; and others whose religious zeal incites to the expulsion of heresy and the exaltation of their church; and a few reckless and daring spirits, who have nothing to lose, and everything to gain in a national convulsion. All these various persons are combined in discontent, and are in cabal with factious and ill-affected intentions in every neighbourhood; and around this knot or cabal, as a nucleus, all the evil passions of the people rally. The priest of the parish is generally, by a sort of common consent, the nominal head of these persons; an arrangement of considerable importance to them, as while it adds the sanction of religion to their actions, it removes those petty rivalries and dissensions that would otherwise exist among themselves. The object which these persons have in view, is a vague and undefined expectation of making this island independent of England, and of such a revolution or convulsion as will alter the present system of property altogether, and bring in some halcyon state, in which neither rent, nor taxes, nor tithes, will be so