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daughter, attracted to the hall by the crowd and struggle, caught him in her arms, and, with Kathleen's aid, supported him to a seat. If a bullet had passed through the young man's brain, he could not have appeared more subdued ;— in their sockets, and he sank, with a deep-drawn groan, on the fires of his eye were quenched, his arms hung powerless his knees by his mother's side. Morty,' she said, still more faintly, 'ye had no right to have any hand in sich a burning as was intended-I told ye so, but ye wouldn't heed me; my heart warmed to the ould place, as the limb of ivy that the lightning blasted on its walls still clings to against him, who, perjured as he is, is still y'er' father, the same spot; moreover, I couldn't bear ye to lift a finger she would have added, but her son's feelings burst forth. 'Do not say the black word again, mother,' he exclaimed furiously, if I am his son, what must you be??

"Listen, James Johnson, to that!" said the wretched

MRS HALL is a writer after our own heart. does not possess Miss Edgeworth's masculine power of scanning character, she at least unites to the benevolent and tempered utilitarianism of the author of "Ennui," more feminine gentleness, and all a woman's intuitive knowledge of the workings of the human heart. She has the sentiment and imagination of Lady Morgan, untainted by her ladyship's obtrusive and false-toned philosophy. Less intensely powerful than either of the gifted females we have named, she is eminently endowed with delicate humour, a warm heart, and sound good sense. She unites in a high degree the good qualities of both her country-woman, dragging her body-as a wounded serpent trails its women, tempered, in her, more than in either of the envenomed length along the earth-towards the magistrate's seat; 'didn't the sound o' that go to y'er heart?—the upothers, with all a woman's mildness. braidings of a child to its own parent, when that parent is in the agonies o' death! But though ye've murdered me, the curse is over ye still!' she continued; the bitter expres sion of countenance I have before mentioned returning tenfold, and revenge lighting in her sunken eye like the red lamp within the sepulchre: 'do ye remember it? I'll tell it ye again-the whole-there's life in me yet for the whole of earned his gould, and then he borrowed it, and you lent In those days this was y'er employer's house, but ye him back his own-ye may well turn pale, it's all true. I was his lady's chosen favourite-she tendered me as if I had been a noble child;-you won me to y'er purposes you got me to betray trust; and, when that was done, you turned In an hour upon me-you poisoned her heart again' me. of madness I tould o' your wickedness-I was asked for for-proofs-I had none-she turned me out the snow fellthe rain poured-I deserved it all from her.-But under the end wall, where the ivy is still green, and y'er daughter tends her flowers-do ye mind that meeting, when the boy that scorns to own ye leaped within me-when the feelings of a young mother warmed round my heart? Ye met me there-there ye spurned and scorned me, and, to save myself from everlasting blast-to save my mother's heart from would marry him who since turned a shame to earth, and breaking, I there promised that, as a screen to my folly, I

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whose children were born both to that and sorrow.

Still

Sketches of Irish Character. By Mrs S. C. Hall. Second Series. 12mo. Pp. 448. London. Westley and Davis. 1831.

The useful and agreeable are mingled in this volume in fair and equable proportions. Mabel O'Neil's Curse -The Rapparee-Jack the Shrimp-Luke O'Brianand the Last of the Line, are powerfully told tales of those wild and untamed spirits to whom the disorganized state of Ireland has given birth. The three first are scarcely, if at all, inferior to Banim's nightmare medleys of grotesque form and fierce passion. The last is, we have reason to believe," an ower true tale;" and it is told with exquisite pathos and sweetness. Annie Leslie -Kate Connor-We'll see about it-Larry Moore-and Mark Connor's Wooing and Wedding, are more after the fashion of the Edgeworth school. Norah Clarey's Wise Thought, (that we are sure none of our readers have gotten) Irish Settlers in an English Village-and Mary MacGoharty's Petition, are every inch of them Mrs Hall's own. And here we must beg leave to say, that in speaking of the others with reference to the writings of Banim and Edgeworth, we mean merely to convey by the comparison a notion of their tone and tendency, not to hint that any of the fair author's thoughts and stories

are not in the strictest sense her own.

We have selected three passages from the volume, to give the reader an idea of the variety in Mrs Hall's book. First comes a piece of most powerful writing. An old woman has been shot by the officers of justice, while in pursuit of an incendiary who had escaped from them. She is carried to the house of the justice, and her death is thus described:

"The eagle glance of hurling Moriarty rested for a moment on the ghastly features of his reputed mother, and, in an instant, he was at her side.

"With fearful energy he grasped her cold hand, and then they looked into each other's countenances, as only parent and child can look, when the tie, the first, it may be the dearest, of nature's unions, is about to be broken-and for ever. In another moment, his ken wandered over the assembly, enquiring of her which had done the deed; and, almost unwittingly, perhaps, her look rested on the magistrate, who had entered the hall, thrown off his hat, and, having covered his burning brow with his hands, remained leaning against one of the oaken supporters of the ancient

structure.

"It was enough;—a bound, that for certainty of destruction could be likened to nothing but the fatal spring with which the young and infuriated tiger fastens on its prey, brought Moriarty to the side of the defenceless gentleman. With both hands he grasped his throat, and so appalled were even Mr Johnson's own partisans, by the suddenness and violence of the action, that his death would have been certain, had not Mabel O'Neil, with a strong and desperate effort, staggered forward, seized her son's arm, dragged him with her almost to the marble floor on which she fell, and exclaimed in a low but audible voice, Morty, Morty, as you value y'er mother's dying blessing-as you value y'er mother's last curse,-loose, loose y'er hould, I say!-it is y'er father ye would murther!

"He did, indeed, release his grasp, and the swollen and discoloured features of the unfortunate Johnson showed plainly that in a few seconds Moriarty's forbearance would. have been too late. He would have fallen, had not his

they were my children, and God in heaven knows what
I've suffered for them. Then-then, when I clung to y'er
knees to bid ye farewell, and when, like a true woman, I
could ha' blessed ye, even in my misery-for the thought of
y'er happiness was ever foremost in my mind—at that mo
rings on woman's ear to everlastin', when she deserves it ;
ment, ye threw me from ye-ye called me by the name that
then on the snow I knelt-I cursed ye from my heart's
core-my love turned to poison, both for you and myself. I
knew the people would call ye fortunate; and I prayed that
the riches ye should get might secure to y'er soul damna-
tion-that the higher ye rose, the more should the finger o'
scorn point at ye-that ye might be the father o' many ho
nest childer, and that, when they were most bright and
beautiful, ye might follow them to their graves, and die a
childless man! And didn't I'-as she spoke the fiend
seemed to take possession of her once fine form, and deep
and terrible shadows gathered over her discoloured brow
'didn't I travel, unknown'st, many a weary mile, to hear
the stones clatter on their coffin-lids? And when your in-
nocent son was murthered from spite to his father, weren't
the tears, that rolled down y'er cheeks like hail-drops, re-
freshing to me, as the May-dew that falls on the summer
flowers?-and sure, the young craythur that's trembling
there, like the blasted meadow-sweet, is dying fast, fast-
and so am I' Her voice sunk, and the last words
were faint and murmuring, as the breath of a fierce but ex
piring hurricane.

"Blessed Mary!' exclaimed Kathleen, will nobody run for Father Delany, that he may make her soul!'--and the kind-hearted girl knelt at her side and held the crucifix to her separated and ghastly lips. Moriarty, whose bitter feelings could find no utterance, clasped his hands in agony to implore her blessing. Feebly she muttered-they knew not what; then, turning her face to the ground, and while literally biting the dust, her erring but powerful spirit departed from its dwelling of sin and suffering."

What follows is a happy specimen of ludicrous dialogue. A curious old maid, a sworn manufacturer and

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"Burning in the barn!" echoed Judy, starting from her seat; and are pigs so plinty with ye, that ye mean to burn 'em, and so many poor crathurs starving? Och, that . I should live to see such fashions! Good mornin'!-good mornin' to ye, Mistress Mark Connor !-and God sind ye better sense, and a little more Christianity!-Burn a pig! Och, my grief!' Judy Maggs stood no further question, but trotted off, eager to communicate to her neighbours the melancholy intelligence, that Mark Connor's English wife wint so far with her notions, as to make firewood of a pig! On her journey, it was her misfortune, or rather, considering her love of tattle, her good fortune, to encounter Mister Blaney O'Doole, the parish carpenter, who was seated on the car that, turned on end, served as a gate, to stop the gap leading to the short cut to old Mrs Connor's dwelling. Blaney was a short thick-set man, who, all over the world, would be recognised as a real Emeralder. Good morrow, Mr Blaney,' said she. Good morrow to ye, kindly, ma'am,' said he 'What's stopping ye, sir?" said she. Why, thin I'll tell ye, ma'am, dear, if ye'll give me time,' said he; but it's y'erself was always the devil afther the news-though sorra a much's stirrin'-but I'm waitin' to take the stone out o' my brogue, that 'ud never ha' got there, only for the bla'gardly way they made the new road. What could the county expect from the presintment overseer, and he a Connaught man! Didn't I see him with the sight o' my eyes, after bargaining with Tim Dacey to take tinpence a-day, and a shilling allowed by the county-(and paid too)-didn't I see him give poor Tim the full hire with one hand, and take back the odd pence (that weren't pence, but pounds) with the other! So that, if called, he could make oath with a safe conscience that he paid the whole.'-' That's a good story, faith!' replied Judy, laughing, and losing all feeling of the roguery of the transaction in the amusement occasioned by its cleverness, but hardly as smart as one that I had the sight of my eyes for up in the county Kilkenny, as good as tin years agone,-when a man-a gentleman, they called himgot a presintment to mend a piece of a road; and what does he, but lays the notes down along-along-iver so far on the bare ground of the highway, and then picks them up, claps them into his pocket, walks off to the nixt grand jury, and makes affidavid that "he laid the money out upon the road." -But is it manners to ax where 'ud ye be going wid y'er bag full o' tools?"

"I'm jist stepping down to Mark Connor's, to get the morral of a new barrow with two wheels, that he wants made, and that he says is powerful good for all sorts and manner o' work. I wonder he didn't get it done of iron, like the cart he brought over, which cost him a good five guineas, and I could ha' made him one of wood twice as big for three.'"

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retailer of village scandal, chances to be prowling about a neighbour's house on the day that the mistress (a born Englishwoman) has succeeded in persuading her household to try the Hampshire plan of burning a pig's bristles, instead of soaking and scraping them off.

"But what I came in for, principally, Helen,' said he, was to tell you that the pig is laid out ready for burning in the barn."

"Of iron, agra!' repeated Judy. "Ay, astore!' replied the carpenter, and so much wood in the country; wasn't it a sin? How grand he is, to be sure, as if the sort o' cars his neighbours have wasn't good enough for him!'

"Thrue for ye-that's a thrue word;-but I could tell ye more than that; pigs are so plenty with them that his fine English madam of a wife, at this very minute, is burnin' a pig in the barn.'

"It was now the carpenter's turn to be astonished. "Burnin' a pig!-O thin, for what?'

"For what?' said Judy, a little puzzled; why thin it's myself that can't tell exactly,' she replied; only for sport, as I could make out, or for firewood, may-be.”

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We close these extracts and our review with a pleasant bit of philosophizing on a most agreeable subject.

"The most delightful branch connected with the study of natural history is that of love; nay, do not laugh, I mean only an abstract study of the passion as developing | the character of a young Irish woman. A man, really in love, as it is called, is a most uninteresting and stupid specimen of the animal creation, awkwardly devoted to one + Model.

* Saw myself,

object, and impertinently neglectful of all others! One always feels de trop, when in company with him and his beloved,' and sincerely wish him married, as the best antihardly be considered presentable in rational society, until dote to his sweet eyes' and insipidity. Indeed, a man can he is married; so the sooner the business is settled the better for the community at large. With women, and particularly Irishwomen, however, it is far otherwise; the very feeling that prompts them to conceal their passion, not only from its object, but from the world, makes them peculiarly attentive to those with whom they associate; so that their sentiments are, in fact, only revealed by the pains they take to conceal them-the very prettiest and most agreeable way in the world, both for themselves and others. Then the stolen glances-the stealing blushes-the truth-telling, yet harmless, symptoms of a pure, a first attachment-bringing with it a host of fears, and hopes, and doubts,

"A smoke raised with the fume of sighs," How have I prayed for the happy termination of such an affection, when I have noted its birth and progress in the bosom of an innocent yet fervent girl!-well knowing that if coldness, or falsehood, from the loved one, once breathed upon it, the freshness, the hopefulness, of life would return -NEVER!"

The Pulpit. Volume XVI. 8vo. Pp. 368. London: W. Harding. Edinburgh: W. Oliphant. 1831.

Or the merits of the sermons contained in this worka weekly publication, of which, as the reader will perceive by the titlepage, the sixteenth volume has just been completed-we are not at present going to give any detailed opinion. They are extremely varied in their character-some good, others indifferent, others the veriest trash. Our object is to draw the public attention to one feature of the book. At page 16, and again at page 30, we have the story of a Miss Fancourt, said to be narrated in her own words, and a letter, purporting to be from her father, corroborative of her story. This lady is stated to have been lame eight years from what she delicately terms "hip disease." It is farther said, that for four years previous to her cure, she had not been able to walk. The story of the cure we give in her own words:

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"Thus it continued till the 20th of October, 1830; when a kind friend, who had seen me about two months before, had been led by God to pray earnestly for my recovery, remembering what is written, Whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.' He asked in faith, and God graciously answered his prayer. On Wednesday night, after family prayer, while all were leaving the room for supper, dear Mr G begged to be excused for a short time. Sitting near me, we talked of his relatives, and of the death of his brother. Rising, he said, they will expect me at supper,' and put out his hand. After asking some questions respecting the disease, he added, 'It is melancholy to see a person so constantly confined,' I answered, It is sent in mercy.'-' Do you think so? Do you think the same mercy could restore you?' God gave me faith, and I answered, Yes. Do you believe Jesus could heal as in old times?'-'Yes.'-' Do you believe it is only unbelief that prevents it?'-'Yes.'- Do you believe that Jesus could heal you at this very time?'- Yes.'-(Between these questions he was evidently engaged in prayer.) Then,' he added, get up and walk: come down to your family.' He then had hold of my hand. He prayed to God to glorify the name of Jesus. I rose from my couch quite strong. God took away all my pains, and we walked down stairs-dear Mr G praying most fervently: Lord have mercy upon us! Christ have mercy upon us!' Having been down a short time, finding my handkerchief left on the couch, taking the candle, I fetched it. The next day I walked more than a quarter of a mile, and on Sunday from the Episcopal Jews' chapel, a distance of one mile and a quarter. Up to this time God continues to strengthen me, and I am perfectly well."

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It is evident, from this story, that the same blasphemous and delusive spirit, which has settled down upon the most weak pia maters of some west country hypochondriacs, and has spread its contagion to Edinburgh, is

THE EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL; OR,

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at work in other parts of the empire. This must be put a stop to, and we pledge ourselves to the task. We request the assistance of our correspondents Liharkshire and Rene frewshire.The small sanhedrim'in Edburgh has been already laid bare to us. We will no longer stand by and see a small number of men who, to the weakness of the idiot, add likewise his cunning to shape their means to surface of the water within the reef is placid and transtheir endygoroonamthallenged throwings their nets over unprotected females wherever they and the Det akmile and a half and occasionally two miles, from the shore. is considerably agitated; and, being unsheltered from the parent; while that without, if there be the slightest breeze, The trade-wind, blowing constantly towards the shore, wind, is generally raised in high and foaming drives the waves with violence upon the reef, which is from five to twenty or thirty yards wide. The long rolling billows of the Pacific, extending sometimes, in one unbroken line, a mile or a mile and a half along the reef, arrested by this natural barrier, often rise ten, twelve, or fourteen feet above its surface; and then, bending over it their white, foaming tops, form a graceful liquid arch, glittering in the ays of a tropical sun, as if studded with brilliants. But, before the eyes of the spectator can follow the splendid aqueous gallery which they appear to have reared, with loud and hollow roar they fall in magnificent desolation, and spread the gigantic fabric in froth and spray, upon the Horizontal atid gently broken surface of the coral

tions. Let parents and guardians

In each of the islands, and opposite the large valleys, through which a stream of water falls into the ocean, there is usually, a break, or opening, in the line of reef that surthe shore a most wise and benevolent for the ingress, and, egress of vessels, as well as a singular phehistory of these

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not be misunderstood we do not actuse these people of any moral misdemeanour, in the common acceptation of the term as yet. 1992001 60D D But we see that their principles (if, indeed, they can be dignified with such a maliare identical with those of the French prophets of Doddridge's time, and other visionaries of that stamp; and we have habe never known the system of yielding to inward impulses, and voluptuous sensations, miscalled aevotion, the most degrading dulged in, , without leading to the mo 30791 190 nogu vacdf93 quofas 100 .7901 Jools to fididong 50001314 eow noitutiteni zid to enoitelugor yaibnste s 13 091blids Tisds to Ta st Polynesian Researches, during a Residence of nearly Eight Years in the Society and Sandwich Islands. By William Ellis. Vols. of sand Ids apSelect Library Wols I. and IA) London. baFisher, Son, and Jackson. .mobпo.I 89pho 1831. 10 botnin 1881 det er e aware of WE Suspect that few people are tent of the obligations under which science lies to the missionaries. From the time that Denmark sent, fir among European nations(120) nations, the preachers of the gospel forth e present day, these to gather in the heathen, down to the to add to inimical to the growth or increase of coral, is not easy to pious and Jigs Passions of knowledge, while tempering the excepting opposite those parts of the shore from which savage. What a noble traffic! carrying out the everlast-determine; but it is a remarkable fact, that few openings ing gospel, and bringing home increase of knowledge occur in the reefs which surround the South Sea Islands, Heaven's next best gift. deTonthe missionaries are we streams of fresh water flow into the sea. Reets of varied, barrier, and near or mouth indebted for valuable additions to ethnography, philology, but generally and natural-history inbadits departments While the within the large outer ribed extent, are frequently observed Moravians as the most devoted and sincere, sorgenerally of the river; but they are formed in shallow places, and the which the larger reef, rising from the depths of the ocean, the least enlightenet of this peaceful army of the faith coral is of a different and more slender kind, than that of were sending, even from the stormly and desolate, Labra is usually composed. There is no coral in the lagoons of the dor, rich contributions to the museums of Europe, our large islands. Taispendu bus maisqancion Oriental teachers have been cultivating, with increasing industry,the thousand dialects of India and remote Cathayblu Andall of them, have, often undvittingly, contributedrichlyntoilour knowledge of buman nature, Narrow-mindedness, sectarianisth, lignotance, have been freely daid to their charge, andrant in all cases without some grounds! But everb in these care instances, the very ignoratice of the missionaries has rendered their testimony more valuable Practically dobovinced of theirqowing fallibility othey tell aplain unvanished istotyw They show us the tribes with which they have to deal, anot as a man of enlightened mind might conceive or miseenceive them, but in their own actions; (teased and pestered with well-meane but inconsiderates importunities.ted nist Mr Ellis is however tot one of the class for which this apology requires to obes urged. skleis a man whose intelligence is equal to his piety.HisPolynesianBee searches are abhnowledged on all hands to be the most able and complete records that we possess of the Archi pelago of the South Seals He portrays the lovely islands which "inlay the bosoms of the Pacific, with all the fervour of a pobthidedescribes their productions with the care and aedavachoofoa naturalist; and recounts the history of their inhabitants, as becomes one who has had a large share in effecting the most important revolution their infant society has knownsqe Wechte happy to see a new edition of his work, published on, such as scale, as beautiful, green, ands woody islands, on which the lowly ing islands adorn the entrance at Tomahahotu, leading to brings it within the reach ofthe majority of readers. dhut of the fisherman, or of the voyager waiting for a favourWe expatiated at some length upon the scene of Mrable wind, may be often seen. Two large and very charmEllis's labours, when Captain Beechey passed through the island of Tahaa. The largest of these is not more than our hands lately, and shall not therefore trouble our half a mile in circumference, but both are covered with readers just now with a detailed analysis of Polynesian fresh and evergreen shrubs and trees.

The openings in the reefs around Sir Charles Sanders' Island, Maurua, and other low islands, are small and intricate, and sometimes altogether wanting, probably because the land, composing these islands, collects but a scanty portion of water; and, if any, only small, and frequently incoral beds around the larger islands, not only afford, direct terrupted streams flow into the sea. The apertures in the abcess to the indentations in the coast, and the mouths of the valleys, which form the best harbours, but secure to shipping a supply of fresh water, in equal, if not greater abundance, than it could be procured in any other part of the island. The circumstance, also, of the divers near the harbours flowing into the sea, affords the greatest facility insprocuring fresh water, which is so valuable to seamen.

These breaches in the reefs, in many places, especially at Papete, or Wilks' Harbour, in Tahiti and Afareaitu, in Morea Fare, in Huahine, and along the eastern side of Raiatea and Tahaa, are not only serviceable to navigation, but highly ornamental, and contribute much to the beauty of the surrounding scenery. At the Ava Moa, or Sacred Entrance leading to Opoa, there is a small island, on which a few cocoa-nut trees are growing. At Tipaemau there three or four feet above the water, are clothed with shrubs are two, one on each side of the opening, rising from the extremity of the line of reef. The little islets, elevated and verdure, and adorned with a number of lofty cocoa-nut trees.bodAt Te-Avapiti, several miles to the northward of Tipaemau, and opposite the Missionary settlement-where, as its name indicates, are two openings there are also two

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Oro and his wife expressed their satisfaction at the present; the pig and the feathers remained the same, but the brother of the god assumed his original form.

"Detached from the large islands, and viewed in connexion with the ocean rolling through the channel on the one side, or the foaming billows dashing, and roaring, and breaking over the reef on the other, they appear like emerald "Such a mark of attention, on such an occasion, was gems of the ocean, solitude and verdant considered by Oro to require some expression of his comsporting in grandeur mendation. He accordingly made them gods, and constiaround. They are useful as well as ornamental. The tall tuted them Areois, saying, Ei Areoi orua i te ao, nei, ia cocoa-nuts that grow on their surface, can be seen many miles noaa ta orua tuhaa Be you two Areois in this world, distant; and the native mariner is thereby enabled to steer that you may have your portion (in the government,' &c.) directly towards the spot where he knows he shall find a In the commemoration of this ludicrous fable of the pig passage to the shore, The constant current passing the and the feathers, the Areois, in all the taupiti, and public opening, probably deposited on the ends of the reef frag-festivals, carried a young pig to the temple; strangled it, ments of coral, sea-weeds, and drift-wood, which in time bound it in the ahu haio, (a loose open kind of cloth,) and rose above the surface of the water. Seeds borne thither by placed it on the altar. They also offered the red feathers, the wayes, or wafted by the winds, found a soil on which which they called the uru maru no te Areoi, the shadowy they could germinate-decaying vegetation increased the uru of the Areoi,' or the red feathers of the party of the mould and by this process it is most likely these beautiful Areoi. 15 little fairy-looking islands were formed on the ends of the "It has been already stated that the brothers, who were reefs at the entrance to the different harbours.made gods and kings of the Areois, lived in celibacy; conOn this account, sequently they had no descendants. although they did not enjoin celibacy upon their devotees, the standing regulations of this institution was, the murder they prohibited their having any offspring. Hence, one of of their children."

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"The origin of the Areois institution is as follows: "Oro, the son of Taaroa, desired a wife from the daughters of Tuata, the first man; he sent two of his brothers, Tufarapainuu and Tufarapairai, to seek among the daughters of man a suitable companion for him; they searched through the whole of the islands, from Tabiti to Borabora, but saw no one that they supposed fit to become the wife of Oroy till they came to Borabora. Here, residing near the foot of Mouatahihuura red-ridged mountain, they saw Valrqumati. When they beheld her, they said

one to the other, This is the excellent woman for our brother. Returning to the skies, they hastened to Ore, and informed him of their success; told him they had found among the daughters of man a wife for him, described the place of her abode, and represented her as a vahine purotu aiai, a female possessed of every charm. The god fixed the rainbow in the heavens, one end of it resting in the valley at the foot of the red-ridged mountain, the other penetra ting the skies, and thus formed his pathway to the earth. "When he emerged from the vapour, which, like a cloud, had encircled the rainbow, he discovered the dwelling of Vairaumati, the fair mistress of the cottage, who became his wife. Every evening he descended on the rainbow, and returned by the same pathway on the following morn ing to the heavenly regions. His wife bore a son, whom he called Hoa-tab-i-le-rai, friend, sacred to the heavens. This son becaine a powerful ruler among men. o

"The absence of Oro from this celestial companions, du ring the frequent visits he made to the cottage of Vairaumati in the valley of Borabora, induced two of his younger brothers, Orotetefa and Urutetefa, to leave their abode in the skies, and commence a search after him. Descending by the rainbow in the position in which he had placed it, they alighted on the earth near the base of the red-ridged mountains, and soon perceived their brother and his wife in their terrestrial habitation. Ashamed to offer their sald tations to him and his bride without a present, one of them was transformed on the spot into a pig, and a bunch of uru, or red feathers. These acceptable presents the other offered to the inmates of the dwelling, as a gift of congratulation.

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Leigh's Guide to Wales and Monmouthshire. Illustrated
with a Map of Wales, and Views of the Menai and
London.
Conway Bridges.
Printed for Samuel
The Welsh Interpreter: consisting of a concise Vocabu-
Leigh. 1831.
lary, and a Collection of Useful and Familiar Phrases,
with the exact mode of Pronunciation. Adapted for
Tourists, who may wish to make themselves understood
by the Peasantry during their Rambles through Wales.
By Thomas Roberts. Llwynrhudal. London. Printed
for Samuel Leigh. 1831.

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THE first of these two works is useful-indeed indispensable to the tourist through Wales. The other is of more questionable value. In the first place, it honestly confesses that it is only "adapted for tourists who may Twish to make themselves understood by the peasantry." tourists, not contented with this, wish to understand the Now we suspect, that by far the greater proportion of peasantry in return. In a drawingroom, or over one's wine, it is agreeable enough to have all the talk to one's self but when lost among the Welsh mountains, the veriest chatterbox in creation, we suspect, would prefer a person who could reply as well as listen. Now, gentle reader, (as our friend Audubon would say,) only fancy yourself with this Interpreter in your hand, spelling over your interrogatory to some sturdy Taffy whom you have encountered in your rambles. He listens with all imaginable patience and good-humour, and in return pours ont a whole deluge of information; but, unfortunately, the book does not contain any answers to its innumerable queries; nor, indeed, would it be easy (if Welchmen are any thing like Scotsmen or Irishmen) to ascertain beforehand what they might be; nor would you be able, even if they were there, to follow his rapid enunciation by their aid. You may " make yourself understood by the peasantry," but we defy them to return the compliment. Bat worse remains behind. We doubt whether any person who does not understand the language, can be taught to pronounce it by the aid of such a book as this. It is true, in giving utterance to the phrases it contains, according to the rules of pronunciation which are laid down, we are not speaking English, but it does not follow that we are speaking Welch. Our friend the peasant would be just as apt to turn on his heel with Dim Saesneg-after listening to us, as if we had been speaking English in good earnest. We have for these reasons deferred till another season the tour which we projected into Wales, when Mr Roberts's work was first put into our hands. In the meantime, we have procured a Welsh grammar, and, under the tuition of an old goat-a native of Wales, which we purchased some years ago from the wife of a soldier in a

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marching regiment we are making rapid progress in the language. After all, it is very absurd in these Welsh peasants not to speak or understand English. It gives one so much trouble.

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MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

THE WIFE'S APPEAL"," (Reprinted from the American Monthly Magazine of December 1830.)

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He sat and read. A book with golden clasps,
Printed in Florence, letter'd as with jet
Set upon pearl, lay raised upon a frame vin
Before him. 'Twas a volume of old time;
And in it were fine mysteries of the stars
Solved with a cunning wisdom, and strange thoughts,
Half prophecy, half poetry, and dream's
Clearer than truth, and speculations wild
That touch'd the secrets of your very souln
They were so based on Nature. With a face
Glowing with thought, he pored upon the book.non i
The cushions of an Indian loom lay soft
Beneath his limbs, and, as he turn'd the page, oleol
The sunlight, streaming through the curtain's fold,
Fell on his jewell'd fingers, tinct with rose;
And the rich woods of the quaint furniture
Lay deepening their vein'd colours in the sun;
And the stain'd marbles on their pedestals
Stood like a silent company. Voltaire,
With an infernal sneer upon his lips,
And Socrates, with godlike human love
Stamp'd on his countenance, and orators
Of times gone by that made them, and old bards,
And Medicean Venus, half divine.

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From the high window, and look'd out upon
The shining stars in silence. "Look they not
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Around the room were shelves of dainty lore,
And rich old pictures hung upon the walls
Where the slant light fell on them; and cased gems,
Medallions, rare Mosaics, and antiques
From Herculaneum, the niches fill'd.
And on a table of enamel, wrought
With a lost art in Italy, there lay

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Prints of fair women, and engravings strange,
And a new poem, and a costly toy,
And in their midst a massive lamp of bronze sqaru
Burning sweet spices constantly. Asleep
Upon the carpet couch'd a graceful hound
Of a rare breed, and, as his master gave
A murmur of delight at some sweet line,
He raised his slender head, and kept his eye
Upon him till the pleasant smile had pass'd
From his mild lips, and then he slept again.

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And the clear letters of the pleasant book⠀⠀⠀00
Mingled and blurr'd, and the lithe hound rose up,
And, with his earnest eye upon the door,
Listen'd attentively. It came as wont
The fall of a light foot upon the stair
And the fond animal sprang out to meet
His mistress, and caress the ungloved hand
He seem'd to know was beautiful. She stoop'd
Gracefully down, and touch'd his silken ears
As she pass'd in-then, with a tenderness
Half playful and half serious, she knelt
Upon the ottoman, and press'd her lips
Upon her husband's forehead.

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