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the court P”_“I am, fair maid ; but I shall lose the queen's LEGEND OF THE ROSE OF THE ALHAMBRA.

favour and my place, if I lose this bawk.”_“Santa Maria ! BY WASHINGTON IRVING,

it is against you cavaliers of the court my aunt has charged Among those who attended in the train of the monarchs me especially to bar the door.”—“ Against wicked cavaliers, was a favourite page of the queen, named Ruyz de Alarcon. doubtless ; but I am none of these, but a simple harmless To say that he was a favourite page of the queen was at page, who will be ruined and undone if you deny me this once to speak his eulogium; for every one in the suite of small request." the stately Elizabetta was chosen for grace, and beauty, and The heart of the little damsel was touched by the distress accomplishments. He was just turned of eighteen, light of the page. It was a thousand pities he should be ruined and lithe of form, and graceful as a young Antinous. . To for the want of so trifling a boon. Surely, too, he could not the queen he was all deference and respect; yet he was at be one of those dangerous beings whom her aunt had deheart'a roguish stripling, petted and spoiled by the ladies scribed as a species of cannibal, ever on the prowl to make about the court, and experienced in the ways of women far prey of thoughtless damselshe was gentle and modest, and beyond his years.

stood so entreatingly with cap in hand, and looked so charmThis loitering page was one morning rambling about the ing. The sly page saw that the garrison began to waver, groves of the Generalife, which overlook the grounds of the and redoubled his entreaties in such moving terms, that it Alhambra. He had taken with him for his amusement a was not in the nature of mortal maiden to deny him ; so the favourite ger-falcon of the queen. In the course of his ram- blushing little warden of the tower descended and opened bles, seeing a bird rising from a thicket, he unhooded the the door with a trembling hand ; and if the page had been hawk and let him fly. The falcon towered high in the air, charmed by a mere glimpse of her countenance from the made a sweep at his quarry, but missing it, soared away re- window, he was ravished by the full-length portrait now gardless of the calls of the page. The latter followed the revealed to him. Her Andalusian bodice and trim basquina truant bird with his eye in its capricious flight, until he set off the round but delicate symmetry of her form, which saw it alight upon the battlements of a remote and lonely was as yet scarcé verging into womanhood. Her glossy hair tower in the outer walls of the Alhambra, built on the edge was parted on her forehead with scrupulous exactness, and of a ravine that separated the royal fortress from the decorated with a fresh-plucked rose, according to the unigrounds of the Generalife. It was, in fact, the “ Tower of versal custom of the country. It is true her complexion Princesses." The page descended into the ravine and ap- was tinged by the ardour of a southern sun, but it served proached the tower, but it had no entrance from the glen, to give richness to the mantling bloom of her cheek, and to and its lofty height rendered any attempt to scale it fruit- heighten the lustre of her melting eyes. Ruyz de Alarcon less. Seeking one of the gates of the fortress, 'therefore, he beheld all this with a single glance, for it became him not made a wide circuit to that side of the tower facing within to tarry : he merely murmured his acknowledgments, and the walls. A small garden, enclosed by trellis-work of then bounded lightly up the spiral staircase in quest of his reeds overbung with myrtle, lay before the tower. Open- falcon. ing a wicket, the page passed between beds of flowers and He soon returned with the truant bird upon his fist. The tickets of roses to the door. It was closed and bolted. A damsel, in the meantime, had seated herself by the founcrevice in the door gave him a peep into the interior. There tain in the hall, and was winding silk ; but in her agitation tras a small Moorish hall with fretted walls, light marble she let fall the reel upon the pavement. The page sprang columns, and an alabaster fountain surrounded with flowers and picked it up, then dropping gracefully on one knee, preIn the centre hung a gilt cage containing a singing bird; sented it too her ; but seizing the hand extended to receive beneath it, on a chair, lay à tortoise-shell cat, among reels it, imprinted on it a kiss more fervent and devout than he of silk and other articles of female labour; and a guitar, had ever imprinted on the fair hand of his sovereign. “Ave decorated with ribands, leaned against the fountain. Maria, senor !” exclaimed the damsel, blushing still deeper

Ruyz de Alarcon was struck with these traces of female with confusion and surprise, for never before had she retaste and elegance in a lonely and, as he had supposed, deceived such a salutation. The modest page made a thouserted tower. They reminded him of the tales of enchant- sand apologies, assuring her it was the way at court of exed halls current in the Alhambra ; and the tortoise-shell cat pressing the most profound homage and respect. Her an. might be some spell-bound princess. He knocked gently ger, if anger she felt, was easily pacified, but her agitation at the door; a beautiful face peeped out from a little win- and embarrassment continued ; and she sat blushing deeper dow above, but was instantly withdrawn. He waited, ex- and deeper, with her eyes cast down upon her work, en. pecting that the door would be opened, but he waited in tangling the silk which she attempted to wind. The cunvain; no footstep was to be heard within_all was silent. ning page saw the confusion in the opposite camp, and Had his senses deceived him, or was this beautiful appari- would fain have profited by it ; but the fine speeches he tion the fairy of the tower? He knocked again, and more would have uttered died upon his lips ; his attempts at galloudly. After a little while the beaming face once more lantry were awkward and ineffectual ; and to his surprise, peeped forth; it was that of a blooming damsel of fifteen. the adroit page, who had figured with such grace and effronThe page immediately doffed his plumed bonnet, ånd en- tery among the most knowing and experienced ladies of the treated in the most courteous accents to be permitted to as- court, found himself awed and abashed in the presence of a cend the tower in pursuit of his falcon. “ I dare not open simple damsel of fifteen. In fact, the artless maiden, in her the door, genor," replied the little damsel, blushing ; “my own modesty and innocence, had guardians more effectual aurt has forbidden it.”-“ I do bescech you, fair maid ; it than the bolts and bars prescribed by hier vigilant aunt. is the favourite falcon of the queen : I dare not return to the Still, where is the female bosom proof against the first palace without it." _“ Are you, then, one of the cavaliers of whisperings of love. The little damsel, with all her art

A Christian knight, thy ancestor, won my

lessness, instinctively comprehended all that the faltering gaily embroidered dress, at the feet of her niece. At the tongue of the page failed to express ; and her heart was sound of her footsteps he gave a tender adieu, bounded futtered at beholding, for the first time, a lover at her feet lightly over the barrier of reeds and myrtles, sprang upon and such a lover!

his horse, and was out of sight in an instant. The diffidence of the page, though genuine, was short The tender Jacinta, in the agony of her grief, lost all lived, and he was recovering his usual ease and confidence, thought of her aunt's displeasure. Threw herself into her when a shrill voice was heard at a distance. “My aunt is arms, she broke forth into sobs and tears.

Ay di mi!" returning from mass!" cried the damsel, in affright; “I cried she ; "he's gone he's gone he's gone ! and I pray you, senor, depart.”_“ Not until you grant me that shall never see him more I"_" Gone !—who is gone ?rose from your hair as a remembrance.” She hastily un- what youth is that I saw at your feet ?"_“A queen's page, twisted the rose from her raven locks; “ Take it," cried aunt, who came to bid me farewell." _“A queen's page, she, agitated and blushing; “ but pray begone.” The page child!" echoed the vigilant Fredeganda faintly ; " and took the rose, and at the same time covered with kisses the when did you become acquainted with a queen's page?”– fair hand that gave it. Then, placing the flower in his “ The morning the ger-falcon came into the tower. It was bonnet, and taking the falcon npon his fist, he bounded off the queen's ger-falcon, and he came in pursuit of it." - Ah through the garden, bearing away with him the heart of silly, silly girl I know that there are no ger-falcons half so the gentle Jacinta. When the vigilant aunt arrived at the dangerous as these young prankling pages, and it is pre tower, she remarked the agitation of her niece, and an air cisely such simple birds as thee that they pounce upon." of confusion in the hall; but a word of explanation suf The aunt was at first indignant at learning that, in desficed—“ A ger-falcon had pursued his prey into the hall.”- pite of her boasted vigilance, a tender intercourse had been “ Mercy on us ! to think of a falcon flying into the tower! carried on by the youthful lovers, almost beneath her ere ; Did ever one hear of so saucy a hawk ? Why, the very but when she found that her simple-hearted niece, thought bird in the cage is not safe !"

thus exposed, without the protection of bolt or bar, to all The vigilant Fredeganda was one of the most wary of the machinations of the opposite sex, had come forth unancient spinsters. She had a becoming terror and distrust singed from the fiery ordeal, she consoled herself with the of what she denominated the “ opposite sex," which had persuasion, that it was owing to the chaste and cautious gradually increased through a long life of celibacy. Not maxims in which she had, as it were, steeped her to the that the good lady had ever suffered from their wiles, nature very lips. While the aunt laid this soothing unction to having set up a safeguard in her face that forbade all tres- her pride, the niece treasured up the oft-repeated vows of pass upon her premisses; but ladies who have least cause fidelity of the page. But what is the love of restless roring to fear for theniselves, are most ready to keep a watch man ? A vagrant stream that dallies for a time with each over their more tempting neighbours. The niece was the flower upon its bank, then passes on, and leaves them all orphan of an officer who had fallen in the wars. She had in tears. Days, weeks, months elapsed, and nothing more been educated in a convent, and had recently been trans was heard of the page. The pomegranate ripened, the vine ferred from her sacred asylum to the immediate guardian- yielded up its fruit, the autumnal rains descended in torrents ship of her annt, under whose overshadowing care she ve- from the mountains ; the Sierra Nevada became covered getated in obscurity, like an opening rose blooming beneath with a snowy mantle, and wintry blasts howled through a brier. Nor indeed is this comparison entirely accidental; the halls of the Alhambra-still he came not. The winter for, to tell the truth, her fresh and dawning beauty had passeil away. Again the genial spring burst forth with caught the public eye, even in her seclusion, and, with that song and blossom and balmy zephyr ; the snows melted poetical turn common to the people of Andalusia, the pea- from the mountains, until none remained but on the lofty santry of the neighbourhood had given her the appellation summit of Nevada, glistening through the sultry of “ the Rose of the Alhambra."

air. Still nothing was heard of the forgetful page." The wary aunt continued to keep a faithful watch over Poor Jacinta sits and weeps her time away beside a foun. her tempting little niece as long as the court continued at tain in the hall. Granada, and flattered herself that her vigilance had been As the bell in the distant watch-tower of the Alhamsuccessful. It is true, the good lady was now and then bra struck the midnight hour, the fountain was agitated ; discomposed by the tinkling of guitars and chanting of low and bubble_bubble-bubble-it tossed about the waters, ditties from the moonlit groves beneath the tower; but until a Moorish female rose to view.

She was young she would exhort her niece to shut her ears against such and beautiful; her dress was rich with jewels, and in idle minstrelsy, assuring her that it was one of the arts of her hand she held a silver lute. the opposite sex, by which simple maids were often lured was faint, but was reassured by the soft and plaintive voice to their undoing. Alas! what chance with a simple maid of the apparition, and the sweet expression of her pale, me has a dry lecture against a moonlight serenade?

lancholy countenance.

“Daughter of mortality," said she, At length King Philip cut short his sojourn at Granada, “what aileth thee ?

Why do thy tears trouble my fernand suddenly departed with all his train. The vigilant tain, and thy sighs and plaints disturb the quiet watches of Fredeganda watched the royal pageant as it issued forth the night p"_“ I weep because of the faithlessness of from the gate of justice, and descended the great avenue lead- man, and I bemoan my solitary and forsaken state" ing to the city. When the last banner disappeared from “Take comfort ; thy sorrows may yet have an end. Thou her sight, she returned exulting to her tower, for all her beholdest a Moorish princess, who, like thee, was unhappy

To her surprise, a light Arabian steed in her love. pawed the ground at the wicket-gate of the garden :--to heart, and would have borne me to his native land and to her horror, she saw through the thicket of roses a youth, in the bosom of his church.

summer

Jacinta trembled and

cares were over.

I was a convert in my heart,

tain.

mence.

but I lacked courage equal to my faith, and lingered till when she learnt that she was of a meritorious though im. tou late. For this the evil genii are permitted to have poverished line, and that her father had bravely fallen in power over me, and I remain enchanted in this tower until the service of the crown. “ If thy powers equal their resome pure Christian will deign to break the magic spell. nown,” said she, “and thou canst cast forth this evil spirit Wilt thou undertake the task ?"_“I will,” replied the dam- that possesses thy sovereign, thy fortunes shall henceforth sel trembling. “Come hither then, and fear not; dip thy be my care, and honours and wealth attend thee." hand in the fountain, sprinkle the water over me, and bap Impatient to make trial of her skill, she led the way at tise me after the manner of thy faith ; so shall the enchant- once to the apartment of the moody monarch. Jacinta ment be dispelled, and my troubled spirit have repose." followed, with downcast eyes, through files of guards and The damsel advanced with faltering steps, dipped her hand crowds of courtiers. They arrived at length at a great in the fountain, collected water in the palm, and sprinkled chamber hung in vlack. The windows were closed to exit ofer the pale face of the phantom. The latter smiled clude the light of day; a number of yellow wax tapers in with ineffable benignity. She dropped her silver lute silver sconces diffused a lugubrious light, and dimly revealed at the feet of Jacinta, crossed her white arms upon her the figures of mutes in mourning dresses, and courtiers who busom, and melted from sight, so that it seemed mere- glided about with noiseless step and wo-begone visage. On ly as if a shower of dewdrops had fallen into the foun- the midst of a funeral bed or bier, his hands folded on his

Jacinta retired from the ball filled with awe and breast, and the tip of his nose just visible, lay extended wonder. She scarcely closed her eyes that night; but when this would-be buried monarch. The queen entered the she awoke at daybreak out of a troubled slumber, the chamber in silence, and pointing to a footstool in an obwhole appeared to her like a distempered dream. On des

scure corner, beckoned to Jacinta to sit down and comcending into the hall, however, the truth of the vision was At first she touched her lute with a faltering hand, established; for, beside the fountain, she beheld the silver but gathering confidence and animation as she proceeded, late glittering in the morning sunshine.

drew forth such soft aërial harmony, that all present could The music of this lute fairly enchants all the hearers, scarce believe it mortal. As to the monarch, who had altill at length its mistress is sent for to court, to try its in- ready considered himself in the world of spirits, he set it fluence over the hypochondriac monarch.

down for some angelic melody, or the music of the spheres. At the moment we treat of, however, a freak had come By degrees the theme was varied, and the voice of the minover the mind of this sapient and illustrious Bourbon, that strel accompanied the instrument. She poured forth one of surpassed all former vagaries. After a long spell of imagi- the legendary ballads, treating of the ancient glories of the hary illness, which set all the strains of Faranelli, and the Alhambra, and the achievements of the Moors. Her whole conxultations of a whole orchestra of court fiddlers at de- soul entered into the theme, for with the recollections of the fance, the monarch fairly, in idea, gave up the ghost, and Alhambra was associated the story of her love. The funeconsidered himself absolutely dead. This would have been ral chamber resounded with the animating strain. It enharmless enough, and even convenient both to his queen tered into the gloomy heart of the monarch. He raised his and courtiers, had he been content to remain in the quie- head and gazed around : he sat up on his couch ; his eye tude befiting a dead man ; but to their annoyance he in- began to kindle ; at length, leaped upon the floor, he called sisted upon having the funeral ceremonies performed over for sword and buckler. The triumph of music, or rather hing, and, to their inexpressible perplexity, began to grow of the enchanted lute, was complete; the demon of melanimpatient and to revile bitterly at them for negligence and choly was cast forth, and, as it were, a dead man brought disrespect, in leaving him unburied. What was to be to life. The windows of the apartment were thrown open ; done ? To disobey the king's positive commands was the glorious effulgence of Spanish sunshine burst into the Lonstrous in the eyes of the obsequious courtiers of a punc-late lugubrious chamber; all eyes sought the lovely enchantillions court—but to obey him, and bury him alive, would tress; but the lute had fallen from her hand, she had sunk be downright regicide !

upon the earth, and the next moment was clasped to the In the midst of this fearful dilemma a rumour reached bosom of Ruyz de Alarcon. the court, of the female minstrel who was turning the brains The nuptials of the happy couple were shortly after coof all Andalusia. The queen despatched missions in all lebrated with great splendour; but hold—I hear the reader haste to summon her to St. Ildefonso, where the court at ask, how did Ruyz de Alarcon account for his long nethat time resided. Within a few days, as the queen, with glect? Oh! that was all owing to the opposition of a her maids of honour, was walking in those stately gardens, proud, pragmatical old father ; besides, young people who intended, with their avenues, and terraces, and fountains, really like one another, soon come to an amicable underto eclipse the glories of Versailles, the far-famed minstrel standing, and bury all past grievances when once they was conducted into her presence. The imperial Elizabetta meet. But how was the proud pragmatical old father regazed with surprise at the youthful and unpretending ap- conciled to the match ? Oh! his scruples were easily overjearance of the little being that had set the world madding. come by a word or two from the queen, especially as digShe was in her picturesque Andalusian dress ; her silver nities and rewards were showered upon the blooming falute was in her hand, and she stood with modest and down-vourite of royalty. Besides, the lute of Jacinta, you know, cast eyes, but with a simplicity and freshness of beauty that possessed a magic power, and could control the most stubstill bespoke her “The Rose of the Alhambra.” As usual, born head and hardest breast. And what came of the enshe was accompanied by the ever-vigilant Fredeganda, who chanted lute? Oh! that is the most curious matter of all, gate the whole history of her parentage and descent to the and plainly proves the truth of all this story. That lute inquiring queen. If the stately Elizabetta had been inter-remained for some time in the family, but was purloined ested by the appearance of Jacinta, she was still more pleasca and carried off, as was supposed, by the great singer Fai

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nelli, in pure jealousy. At his death it passed into other hands in Italy, who were ignorant of its mystic powers, and melting down the silver, transferred the strings to an old Cremona fiddle. The strings still retain something of their magic virtues. A word in the reader's ear, but let it go no further—that fiddle is now bewitching the whole world-it is the fiddle of Paganini !- Tales of the Alhambra.

THE REV. GEORGE CRABBE, the author of “ Phæbe Dawson," and of much beautiful and true verse, has been called the poet of the poor, and a Radical poet. None has pictured the sins, and sorrows, and sufferings of the poor more truly; and no one has taught them lessons of wisdom in a kindlier spirit. If any thing is wanted to give interest to the tale of Phæbe Dawson, we may notice, that it is said to have been read in MS. by Charles James Fox on his death-bed ; admired, we need not say, and marked by his corrections

PHEBE DAWSON.
Two summers since, I saw, at Lammas Fair,
The sweetest flower that ever blossom'd there,
When Phæbe Dawson gaily cross'd the Green,
In haste to see, and happy to be seen :
Her air, her manners, all who saw, admired ;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd ;
A native skill her simple robes express'd,
As with untutor'd elegance she dress'd :
The lads around admired so fair a sight,
And Phæbe felt, and felt she gave delight.
Admirers soon of every age she gain'd,
Her beauty won them, and her worth retain'd;
Envy itself could no contempt display,
They wish'd her well, whom yet they wish'd away.
Correct in thought, she judged a servant's place
Preserved a rustic beauty from disgrace;
But yet on Sunday-eve, in freedom's hour,
With secret joy she felt that beauty's power,
When some proud bliss upon the heart would steal,
That, poor or rich, a beauty still must feel.

At length, the youth ordain'd to move her breast,
Before the swains with bolder spirit press'd;
With looks less timid made his passion known,
And pleased by manners most unlike her own;
Loud though in love, and confident though young;
Fierce in his air, and voluble of tongue;
By trade a tailor, though, in scorn of trade,
He served the Squire, and brush'd the coat he made :
Yet now, would Phoebe her consent afford,
Her slave alone, again he'd mount the board ;
With her should years of growing love be spent,
And growing wealth :-she sigh'd and look'd consent.

Now, through the lane, up hill, and 'cross the green,
(Seen by but few, and blushing to be seen-
Dejected, thoughtful, anxious, and afraid)
Led by the lover, walk'd the silent maid:
Slow through the meadows roved they, many a mile,
Toy'd by each bank and trifled at each stile;
Where, as he painted every blissful view,
And highly colour'd what he strongly drew,
The pensive damsel, prone to tender fears,'
Dimm'd the false prospect with prophetic tears.
Thus pass'd th' alloted hours, till lingering late,
The lover loiter'd at the master's gate;
There he pronounced adieu ! and yet would stay,
Till chidden-soothed entreated-forced away;
He would of coldness, though indulged, complain,
And oft retire and oft return again;
When, if his teasing vex'd her gentle mind,
The grief assumed, compelld her to be kind !
For he would proof of plighted kindness cmre,
That she resented first and then forgave,

And to his grief and penance yielded more
Than his presumption had required before.-

Ah! Ny temptation, youth ; refrain, refrain,
Each yielding maid and each presuming swain!

Lo! now with red rent cloak and bonnet black,
And torn green gown, looze hanging at her back,
One who an infant in her arms sustains,
And seems in patience striving with her pains;
Pinch'd are her looks, as one who pines for bread,
Whose cares are growing and whose hopes are fled;
Pale her parch'd lips, her heavy cyes sunk low,
And tears unnoticed from their channels flow;
Serene her manner, till some sudden pain
Frets the meek soul, and then she's calm again :
Her broken pitcher to the pool she takes,
And every step with cautious terror makes;
For not alone that infant in her arms,
But nearer cause, her anxious soul alarms.
With water burdeu'd, then she picks her way,
Slowly and cautious, in the clinging clay;
Till, in mid-green, she trusts a place unsound,
And deeply plunges in th' adhesive ground;
Thence, but with pain, her slender foot she takes,
While hope the mind as strength the frame forsakes:
For when so full the cup of sorrow grows,
Add but a drop, it instantly o'erflows.
And now her path, but not her peace she gains,
Safe from her task, but shivering with her pains;
Her home she reaches, open leaves the door,
And placing first her infant on the floor,
She bares her bosom to the wind, and sits,
And sobbing struggles with the rising fits:
In vain, they come, she feels th' inflating grief,
That shuts the swelling bosom from relief;
That speaks in feeble cries a soul distress'd,
Or the sad laugh that cannot be repress’d.
The neighbour-matron leaves her wheel, and fies
With all the aid her poverty supplies ;
Unfee'd, the calls of Nature she obeys,
Not led by profit, nor allured by praise;
And waiting long, till these contentions cease,
She speaks of comfort, and departs in peace.

Friend of distress! the mourner feels thy aid;
She cannot pay thee, but thou wilt be paid.

But who this child of weakness, want, and care?
'Tis Phæbe Dawson, pride of La mmas Fair;
Who took her lover for his sparkling eyes,
Expressions warm, and love-inspiring lies:
Compassion first assail'd her gentle heart,
For all his suffering, all his bosom's smart:
“ And then his prayers ! they would a savage more,
And win the coldest of the sex to love:"-
But ah! too soon his looks success declared,
Too late her loss the marriage-rite repair'd ;
The faithless flatterer then his vows forgot,
A captious tyrant or a noisy sot :
If present, railing, till he saw her paind;
If absent, spending what their labours gaind;
Till that fair form in want and sickness pined,
And hope and comfort fled that gentle mind.

Then fly temptation, youth: resist, refrain!

Nor let me preach for ever and in vain! How A BARRISTER MAY TRAVEL.-It is a well-established rule at the bar, consecrated by old usage, and observed at the present day, that all barristers shall travel the circuit with post-horses, but they may go to sessions by coach. If any member of the bar violates this practice, his brethren refuse to associate with him ; or, in other words, he is cut.—Legal Eraminer.

How TO MAKE A CUdgel par excellence. Take a stout clder branch, extract the pith from the hollow part, and insert two eyes of a wolf, three green lizards, seven leaves of yervairs, and a parti-coloured stone found in the nest of a lapwing. The wielder of this baton may set thieves and wild beasts at defiance. See Thiers' Traite des Superstitions.

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FRENCH PRIESTS.

COBBETT THE YOUNGER.

CHARACTER OF A PARISH PRIEST. THERE is a very remarkable resemblance in the style of the younger Cobbett to that of his father, though it wants

THE late Rev, CHARLES WOLFE is known chiefly ag the rigour of the old Serjeant. We have been much pleas- the author of the nobly, simple lines on the death of Sir ed with the following account, which, in a tour through John Moore, beginning “ Not a drum was heard." He

We Normandy, he has given of the

deserves to be remembered for much higher merits.

take leave to borrow from ourselves in introducing him to The priests appear to be a very gentle and amiable sort the knowledge of our readers. In “ Johnstone's Specimens of men. I always pull off my hat to any of them that I of the Poets," he is thus spoken of :meet, and they always return the salutation with great

“ Wolfe's poetical pieces are few in number, but they politeness and even humility. They dress, not only while at church, but at all times, in a long sort of coat gown, loftier qualities of a zeal truly apostolie, and a vigorous

are of great excellence, though subordinate to the much called a soutane, made of black cloth, and wear the old and manly intellect, devoted unremittingly to the noblest fashioned cocked-hat. You cannot mistake the country

cause to which the human faculties can be devoted. It was priest in France for any thing other than he is. His de

not to crowded cities, nor to fashionable audiences, that Foat manner, and the simple and sacred habiliment that

Mr. Wolfe dedicated his labours. In a miserable curacy he always appears in, make you acquainted with his pro- in the province of Armagh he suffered nearly as great fession at once. This is not the case with the divines of privations as a missionary in heathen lands, labouring our country. In the famishing curate we do, to be sure, with zeal, to which he fell an early victim, to promote very often see an example of piety and mildness; but the

in all things the spiritual and temporal welfare of the religious character of the beneficed clergyman is not at all times to be recognised in his manners or in his personal when the typhus fever made such ravages in Ireland, the

poor people of his extensive parish. In the year 1821, appearance: he, though quite as sincere, no doubt, as these fatigue which Mr. Wolfe endured in visiting the sickmeeker priests in France, is very often admired as the most duty to which he was peculiarly devoted and his zeal venturesome rider in the fervour of a fox-chase; as being a a good shot ;" as the best hand at a “ rubber of whist ;" or, in administering both to the spiritual and temporal wants

His the most good-humoured companion, and maker.of the gradual decay became visible to his parishioners, and some

of his poor flock, considerably affected his health. best joke over a bottle of wine! I cannot behold the so- l of them made affectionate private representations to his ber and serious deportment of these priests without think, relations, who tried to withdraw him from the laborious ing of a pamphlet, published in London last spring, and duties of his parish for the recovery of his health. written by an Irish squire, giving an account of an Irish Protestant parson's sending a pair of garters to a female of with more delight than his genius as a poet, or eloquence

“ His character as a parish-priest will be contemplated his flock, with a motto, which very few men, except Irish

as a preacher, great as these were. It is thus delineated squires, would venture to put into print. The priests do not lead lazy lives. They visit, and di- and children ran to the doors to welcome him, with looks

by a friend :

-As he passed by, all the poor people ligently visit every sick person. They are in their churches, and expressions of the most ardent affection, and with all on many of the days of every month, soon after daylight. that wild devotion of gratitude so characteristic of the On Sundays they generally say mass three times. They Irish peasantry. teach all the children their religious duties. For this pur- blessings on him, and making the most anxious inquiries

Many fell on their knees, invoking pose they have them assembled in the church itself, on cer- about his health. He was sensibly moved by this mani. tain days, and mostly at a very early hcur in the morn. ing, which must have an excellent effect on the morals of expression, and that affectionate simplicity of manner,

festation of feeling, and met it with all that heartiness of the children. There are none of the people too poor to be which made him as much an object of love as his exalted noticed, and in the kindest manner too, by these priests, virtues rendered him an object of respect. The intimate who really appear to answer to the appellation of pastor. Never, while this is the case, will any thing resembling appeared from the short but significant questions he put to

knowledge he seemed to have of all their domestic histories, our Methodist meetings rise up here. It is certainly a great feather in the cap of the Catholic Church, that France he gave a sketch of the particular characters of several

who

each individual as he hurried along, while at the same time ton, without any force, without any attempt at force

, and presented themselves, pointing, with a sigh to one, and to

another with looks of satisfaction and fond congratulations. without any possible motive in the mass of the people. It was indeed impossible to behold a scene like this, which except that of a belief in the truth of her doctrines. But,

can scarcely be described without the deepest but most as far as I can venture to speak, I must say, that I think pleasing emotions. It seemed to realize the often-imagined that the gentle, the ainable, the kind, the humble, the truly pious conduct of the priests is the great cause of that picture of a primitive minister of the gospel of Christ liv. strong attachment which the Catholics everywhere bear to ing in the hearts of his flock, willing to spend and to be their church. I give, as it becomes me, this opinion, with spent upon them, enjoying the happy interchange of mutual great deference to the judgment of the reader; buť bare affection, and affording a pleasing proof that a faithful and

firm discharge of duty, when accompanied by kindly symjustice to these priests compels me to say, that I see them pathies and gracious manners, can scarcely fail to gain the everywhere held in high esteem, and that they seem to me

hearts of the humble ranks of the people.' not to be esteemed beyond their merits. Let the reader

“ It was with extreme reluctance that Mr. Wolfe, on the suppose an English parson (and there may be such a one in England) abstaining from marriage in order that he entreaty of his friends, left this poor and affectionate peomay devote his whole time and affection to his flock; let ple to seek the restoration of his health in the south of

France. He made a short recovery, but relapsed on his the reader suppose him visiting every sick person in his

return to Ireland, and died in 1823, in the 32d year of his parish, present at every death in it, comforting the dying, age, of deep consumption. What better blessing can be consoling the survivors ; let the reader suppose such a par-desired for Ireland, than that each of its parishes possessed son teaching every child in the parish its religious duties,

a Charles Wolfe !" Conversing with each almost daily; let the reader suppose such a parson, and can he suppose that the people of this If this was the best prayer we could breathe for Ireland parish would ever run after a Methodist ? Tb great four years since, how much more fervently is it breathed thing is, however, that the people are more sober, honest, now, when the actual state of that country is such as aland happy in consequence of having this kind and zealous parson. This is the great thing to think of; and it ap

most extinguishes hope. Let us say with an old writer, pears to me, that in this respect, France is at this time in

“ God send us more such men, that we may dazzle the eyes a very excellent state.

of the Papists with the light of Protestant good worko."

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