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call at the farm-house on his homeward way. Some presumed that his reverence had disIt was past midnight, and a temporary covered a cloven foot on the pilgrim; others, silence had fallen on Connor Dempsey's kit that he was the spirit of his uncle, the dean, chen; and Mary, restless and uneasy, stepped who had been killed in France, and was to its open door to breathe the air of the allowed to walk the world for no good warm night, and look up at her aunt's cot. These opinions long divided the legendtage. There was not a breeze nor a bough lovers of Innishowen; but the pilgrim nefer astir in the soft calm air; but, as the girl afterwards appeared within the barony, na looked in the direction of her aunt's house, could Bridget be induced to speak of him a great light suddenly flashed from its win- even to the Dempseys. Whatever she had dows; then, as if from above and around her, sworn to keep secret was sufficient to pre. there was a sound of wild and shrill laughter, vent her return to the cottage, except for passing away till it was lost in the distance, the purpose of collecting her small property and all in the cottage seemed dark again. previous to a journey to see some distant reMary's frightened looks and broken words lations settled on the Antrim coast. Bridget gave the alarm as she staggered in; but it never came back, but found another habitawas not till the early breaking of the sum- tion there, and sent for Mary, who willingly mer day that the assembled neighbors could obeyed her summons, though it was re. make up their minds to proceed with Con- marked that the pilgrim's coming or going nor Dempsey at their head, for he would had a most subduing effect on Mrs. Dempsey. not go without them, to the cottage. All and Connor was heard to say in private, " if was quiet within, except the hum of low it wis the Ould Boy himself, he had done conversation, and her brother's knock was some sarvice till Innishowen." Whether in answered by Bridget, who sat there alone this sentence the honest farmer referred to with the priest; but her Bible lay on the the increase of his own domestic comforts, table, and, having invited them all to enter, the remnants of Bridget's revelations, which the woman in their presence took a volun- were occasionally cast up in quarrels, or the tary and solemn oath upon it never to reveal news which a traveller two years after to mortal man what bad bappened that night brought from the county Antrim, his neighin her cottage, while the priest, with a low bors could not determine; but the said travelbenediction, went his way home.

ler's tale was that Bridget Dempsey took “ Connor, dear!” said Bridget, as soon as rank in her new locality as "a wonderful he was gone, with more familiarity than she spinner and a grate Christin," and that the had assumed to her brother for years, “ Con niece had “just been married to the young nor, dear! a'm out ov consate wid this house schoolmasther, an uncommon learned man now; maybe you could put Mary an' me up from Connaught, ov the name of O'Brien." in a corner ov yours till I get mesilf detar He added, that the wedding was made memmined what to do."

orable by the bridegroom wearing the uniConnor gave an amazed consent, and the form of the Volunteer Corps, then raised in neighbors dispersed unedified; but, on the every district against the threatened French following Sunday, a new priest officiated at invasion; and in that of Antrim O'Brien was the altar in the glen, and, after a sermon a sergeant. against prying into things people didn't un. On hearing this report, Mrs. Dempsey obderstand, he informed them that the bishop served that "the yarra on the ould grave was had sent him to look after the parish, as the thruest in all the barony;" but neither Father O'Brien found the duty too much for her own fine grown-up daughters nor any him. His housekeeper, Sheelah, from whom of their young neighbors would ever venture endeavors had been made to extract informa- to gather it after Mary's meeting with the tion, assured all inquirers that “his riverince pilgrim on May Eve. had got a litter from the Pope to go to Roome, an' be made a cardinal for his larnin'." But why or where the priest went was not I Have the courage to acknowledge igoascertained. Of course, the event at the rance of any kind; every body will imme cottage afforded large scope for conjecture, diately doubt you, and give you more credit and many an explanation was hazarded. than any false pretensions could secure.

From “ Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine."


And I find that indigestion

Must engender misanthropy.
So I beg that from your comrades-

Be they under ones or upper-
You will straight select a proper

Subject for my evening supper!" So spoke Giant Polyphemus :

And, by way of oath, a snore
Issued from his bloated nostrils,

Shaking the Sicilian shore.
By the crackling fire he laid him,

Stretch'd his monstrous limbs supine,
Then betook him to his slumber,

Gorged with flesh and drunk with wine.

In the noontide of the summer,

When the sea had gone to sleep,
And the purple haze was girdling

All the islets of the deep;
When the weed lay still and floating

From the rock whereon it grew,
And the mirror of the ocean

Seemned a lower heaven of blue; Then I lay amidst the sea-pinks,

Poring on the ancient song of the wise and brave Ulysses,

Kept from Ithaca so long.
Coast by coast I traversed with him,

From Sigæum's distant strand,
Through the clustering heaps of islands,

To the lonely Lotos land. Thence again, until at morning

Rose the sweet Sicilian hills,
With their wooded gorges cloven

By the leaping of the rills.
And I saw them heave the anchor-

Saw them bounding on the shore-
Saw them rolling on the meadows,

Freed from labor at the oar-
Saw thein there, like joyous children,

Milking eweg beneath the shade; Quafting draughts more sweet than nectar,

From the bowls that nature made. Undisturb'd I left them roaming

Sleep at length came down on me: Twas the influence of the season, Not the weight of Odyssey !

But a wailing filled the cavern,

From the wretched creatures bound“O Ulysses! rise and save us

Save us from that hell-born bound ! Are we not thine own companions ?

Have we not been true to thee? Valiant offspring of Laertes,

Cut our bonds, and set us free !" But Ulysses slowly answer'd,

And his cheek was wan and white “ If you make so loud a shrieking

All of us must die to-night!
Don't you see the Giant's sleeping ?

Let him sleep a little longer !"
But in answer to Ulysses

Rose the cry of terror stronger. a Can it be our lord and chieftain

Who such abject counsel speaks ? Is it thou, indeed, Ulysses

Thou the wisest of the Greeks ? Have we not beheld our comrades

Swallow'd by that monster there? Lie we not the next for slaughter,

Writhing, moaning in despair ? Oh, by all the toils we suffer'd,

Far with thee at windy TroyBy the honor of thy princess,

By the life-blood of thy boy, Come and help us, o Ulysses !

Save us ere we perish wholly!" But the chief again responded,

In a tone of melancholy“ If it seemeth to Athene,

And to Zeus correct and proper, That the whole of you should perish

On the spit or in the copper, What availeth lamentation ?

Cries are but of little use ; Therefore bow ye to the sentenco

Of Athene and of Zeus!"

But my spirit traveli'd onwards

With that old adventurous crewAncient story hath its symbols,

That may well concern the new. In my dream, I saw them lying

Ten or twelve--the last remains of the Ithacan persuasion,

Bound in most unpleasant chains. Only one was free from fetters;

He, the fattest of the whole, For the hideous one-eyed giant

Turned the spit, and filled the bowl. And I shudder'd as I saw it;

For I knew within my dream Twas Ulysses, the Fundholder,

Serving Giant Polypheme !

With a chuckle said the monster,

“ If you're wise, you'll not provoke me: Serve me up another dainty,

For the last did nearly choke me. You're my cook-you're used to Peeling

Well, then, peel another fellow! Don't suppose yon discompose me

If you make the rasculs bellow!
You began by cooking farmers

From your Ithacan estate :
They were more digestive morsels

Than the food you've served of late.
Mariners I gladly swallow,

But they're soinewhat tough and ropy:

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Speak thy name he bellow'd fiercely,

When will thy glorious triumph be completen As the mantling cup I gave

O Spirit, watching on thy throne of glory!
And I said, 'lones Loidos

When will thy foe lie vanquish'd at thy feel,
Js the title of thy slave.'

The lifeless hero of a poet's story?
Grufly then, he said, lones,

Be thou jocund in thy cheer!
Not until the rest are eaten
Shall thy carcass disappear.'

There are ten of you remaining-
He must work a little harder,

We are too apt to mistake the echoings of
If before a week, at soonest,

our own vanity for the admiration and apHe can finish all the larder.

plause of the world. When the week is past and over

Those who have had the most forgiven
I shall entertain the question,
Whether it may not be prudent

them should be the least addicted to slander. Then to act on your suggestion.

The nerve which never relaxes, the eye
Meanwhile keep your minds quite easy-
Zounds! I think he's getting up!

which never blenches, the thought which One of you, my friends, is wanted,

never wanders--these are the masters of For at nine he's fixed to sup!"

victory. Then a scream of mortal anguish

Nothing controls men so much as the Pierced, methought, into iny brain

placid brow and untrembling lip. And the vision faded from me

Poverty is the only load which is the As the mist fades o'er the main.

heavier, the more loved ones there are to Nothing more of Polyphemus Or his victims did I see

| assist in supporting it.
But the clouds above were flying,

EITHER the future or the past is written
And the waves were rolling free.
All had pass'd away-excepting

in every face, and makes us, if not melanThat, by some erratic freak,

choly at least mild and gentle. Still my fancy kept the image

Chill penury weighs down the heart itor the ely and selfish Greek.

self, and though it sometimes be endured So I took my volume with me, Wended homewards all alone,

with calmness, it is but the calmness of Wondering if Ulysses really

despair. Was so like Lord Overstone !

OVER-EARNEST asseverations give men suspicion that the speaker is conscious of his

own falsities. From Dickens' “Household Worde."

WHOEVER arrogates to himself the right KNOWLEDGE AND IGNORANCE. of vengeance shows how little he is qualiTaroned in the depths of yonder sunny skies,

fied to decide his own claims, since be deAn angel Spirit watches o'er creation,

mands what he would think unfit to be Gazing on mortals with unslumbering eyes, granted to another. That scan the bounds of earth's remotest nation.

A FOOL never has thought; a madman Gifted with powers beyond her bright compeers,

has lost it; and an absent man is, for the She works her wonders with a mighty magic; time, without it. And lights the smile that lashes through the tearg

Of all others, a studious life is the least Of weeping History, else so darkly tragic.

tiresome; it makes us easy to ourselves and She weaves strong spells against a deadly foe, to others, and gains us both friends and Who reigns in realms wbich suushine never

ion. reaches;

Some people are never quiet, others are Gilding his palace with no radiant glow, Nor struggling feebly through its ruin'd breaches. always so, and they are both to blame ; for

that which looks like vivacity and industry There, wrapt in night, reclines the shadowy form in the one is only a restlessness and agita

of Ignorance, in dusky length extended; While the low moaning of a gathering storm

tion; and that which passes in the other for Sounds in his ear, with rolling thunder blended. | moderation and reserve is but a drowsy and

inactive sloth. He shrinks and crouches in his gloomy balls,

A short prayer reaches heaven-a hint And fruitless charms in panic terror mutters; Louder the tein post sweeps around his wally

I to those who want favors not to molest Stirr'd by the blast his pall-like mantle flutters. I others with long letters and loud complaints


The tropics have come upon us suddenly 1 As things now stand, (business and therwithin a week past, and townsmen are swel mometer,) the great aim of idlers is to kill tering in linen jackets under the shadows of the heat, and of workers-to forget it. We brick walls and scaffolding. Ladies are grow jealous of voyagers who are sitting in growing rarer in the streets, and deserted the mountain ranges of New Hampshire husbands are at their counting-rooms, when, and Virginia; and still more envious of those and as long as they choose. If any thing happy fellows who are just now brushing aggravates the heat and discomfort of such off the dew in the Highlands of Scotland, or a city as New York in the summer, it is its posting gloriously across the blue lifts of unfinished look; the dust of broken mortar | the Juras. and bricks makes hard breathing material! Our white-hatted Greeley is mocking us even in the chilliest of the weeks of January, this hot weather with his Swiss poetry; who, but when every particle of the dusty debris pray, would have thought the tough old sticks to your perspiring forehead, and your Reformer could creep into the spirit of the lungs, panting with exhaustion, make mortar pines, as he does in this fragment of a letter, of the drifting lime clouds, there is an an “Wilder and narrower was the gorge, noyance in the thing that provokes a sad nearer and bleaker rose the mountains, forgetfulness of Christian patience.

steeper and more palpable became the Boston is, we must say, better regulated ascent, keener and crisper grew the air, as in this matter; and you may pass whole

the evening fell upon us pursuing our de

vious way. The valleys were not only inblocks upon Washington-street, where the

significant but widely separated by tracts owners seem satisfied with low ceilings and through which the road had with difficulty scurvy roofs, and where the tenants drive and at much expense been cut out of the their gains more for slow and wholesome mountain side without infringing on the improfits, than for the extravagant returns of

petuous torrent that tumbled and foamed

by our side; and even where little valleys sudden and hazardous ventures.

or glens still existed it was clear that Nature Yet even now fresh, bracing air is not no longer responded with alacrity and abunwanting in the city; and the straggler who dance to the summons of human industry. wanders to the Battery at evening may catch Th

ing may catch | The vine no longer clung to the steep dea whiff of ocean, and tune it with the echoes

clivities; the summer foliage of the lower

valleys had given place to dark evergreens of the Opera.

where shrubbery could still find foothold But the audiences, and the stragglers at and sustenance. The snow no longer dodged our places of amusement, have undergone timorously behind the peaks of distant mouna transformation within a month; the old

tains, showing itself only on their northern habituées and their hangers-on are gone, and

declivities, but stood out boldly, unblend

ingly on all sides, and seemed within a you see new faces and new manners in the

musket-shot of our path. From slight deboxes. Sallow Southerners have idled into pressions in the brows of the overhangingthe town, and diamond-decked Spaniards cliffs, the streamlets leaped hundreds of feet are under the curling-tongs of half the bar- / in silvery recklessness, falling in feathery bers in the city.

foam by our side.” Even at our hotels a new race of foplings! Is not this cooling, and provoking to. is ordering the mode; and there are plenty gether? And does it not tempt a man of newly-come, brave boys in mustache,- sorely to throw down his pen and his scis. with short sticks, and chains, who rule the sors, and pack his portmanteau, and scud juleps and the wit of the bar. It would down the bay, and dream over the ocean, be amusing, if our Chronicle were the place and—with knapsack and alpinstock-trudge for it, to draw a comparison between our up those heights where the spray leaks from summer and our winter drones; and to melting glaciers, and showers whole valleys estimate-if there were chance for any esti- of green ? mate at all—the respective value of the two It is questionable bow much a man cools classes.

himself with imaginative breezes; and all the Auttering leaves of a fancy valley can- | After a few hours, dangerous symptoms not quiet the heated brain of a city summer.

manifested themselves, and he expired on

Tuesday morning, without having been able Whoever you are then, who are lying un

to leave any clue that might lead to the deder the shade of trees, or listening to the tection of õis murderer, who, besides being babble of brooks—thank God for your of low stature, held his head purposely dowo happy lot; and in your thanksgiving spare at the momeut of the onslaught, so that his a pity for the suffering mortals who are

features might not be seen. That tbe mur

der was not the work of a robber is very stifling—as we are stilling!

evident, but it is not clear whether it is to -As for news-it is smoking. The

be attributed to a political motive or merely steamers have brought it hissing from their to the revenge of some one of the valves and what used to last a pair of weeks, many victims of Signor Evangelisti's unnow grows old in as many days.

sparing system of persecution. As chan

cellor of the Sacra Consulta, and secretary France is all bustling with changes that

of the Council of Censure, bis suggestions are not yet come, and every wiseacre of the had proved fatal to hundreds of persous, papers is full of extravagant prophecy. and as superintendent of the prisons of SL Italy is more disturbed than ever, and at |

Michael, where he resided, or at least had an Rome a malaria of purpose is coming on

office, he had opportunities of making the

incarceration of the political prisoners as with the malaria of summer.

rigorous as possible. One of his last acts of - As a straw-upon the disturbed tide cruelty recently aroused the indignation of of Romish affairs,we throw out this little all who heard of it. A respectable adroparagraph from a late London paper. The

cate named Apollonj, whose son had been

eight or nine months in confinement at St. writer dates from Rome :

Michael's prison, had frequently and earn“ The past week has been eventful. It estly requested Signor Evangelisti to grant opened very lugubriously by the assassina. bim permission to visit him, and to bring tion of Signor Marco Evangelisti, on the the ladies of his family also, but the Chanevening of Sunday, the 15th inst., an event cellor could never be induced to grant the which has created an immense sensation in old man's petition, and the unhappy father Rome. Signor Evangelisti held the office | finally had recourse to Monsignor Gianof chancellor of the Sacra Consulta Tribu- nazzi, who was more merciful, and wrote a nal, and was high in favor with the papal permission for young Apollonj to be visited government on account of the strong reac-by his father, mother, and sisters. They actionary principles he entertained, and the cordingly set out for the prison, where they unrelenting severity with which he per were most brutally received by the police secuted the liberals. He was proceeding agents, and some time elapsed before the alone and on foot on the evening in question young man was brought out; but when he to pay a visit at the house of Signor Massani, did make his appearance, handcuffed, emaciat about a quarter to ten o'clock, and had ated, and covered with filth, his father was entered a street named La Pedacchia, near so agonized at the sight that he was seized the Piazza di San Marco, when a man of with an apoplectic nt,

with an apoplectic fit, and fell fainting to the short stature, dressed in a frock.coat, white ground, to the horror of his son and the trowsers, and straw hat, passed him, and consternation of his wife and daughters, who walked on until about a dozen paces in ad made the place resound with their cries for vance, when he suddenly turned round and help. Signor Evangelisti, either casually ran furiously back at "Signor Evangelisti, passing or attracted to the spot by the who, although a tall, powerful man, not noise, immediately ordered the prisoner more than forty years of age, could not re- 1 to be replaced in confinement, and the old sist the suddenness of the attack, but received | man to be dragged out into the street, ob a violent poignard wound in the abdomen, serving unfeelingly to the ladies, “We which brought hiin to the ground, his assail. | can't allow you folks to come and act your ant falling over him in the struggle. Both farces in these precincts !' and answering however, rose again immediately, and the their remonstrances with threats of personassassin took to flight pursued by Siguor al violence. Signor Apollonj was actually Evangelisti, who shouted al ladro ! al ladro! | placed on a chair in the street, insensible, without obtaining aid, until, finding himself and his son was led back to prison under growing faint, he stopped at the French bar- | the impression that his father was dead." racks in the Jesuits' convent, where he was

The trial of the CounT DE BOCARME, placed in a chair, while a carriage could be

| to which we have once or twice alluded, has procured to convey him home. He was of opinion that his wound was only slight, as

at length been brought to a termination. he felt scarcely any pain, but the surgeon | The count has been condemned to death, presaged differently and more correctly. and his wife acquitted. This result, partic

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