He had scarcely uttered the words, when his foe, who stood inside, instantly tweaked him by the nose, and Bill felt as if he had been gripped by the same red hot tongs with which he himself had formerly tweaked the nose of Nicholas.

"Well," said he, "that's not the way I treated you once upon a time. Throth you're ondecent-but you know what it is to get tinker's reckoning to be paid in advance-so I owe you nothing for that, Nicholas."

Bill then departed, but soon found that in consequence of the inflammable materials which strong drink had thrown into his nose, that organ immediately took fire, and, indeed, to tell the truth, kept burning night and day,

winter and summer, without ever once going out, from that hour to this.

Such was the sad fate of Billy Duffy, who has been walking, without stop or stay, from place to place ever since; and in consequence of the flame on his nose, and his beard being tangled like a wisp of hay, he has been christened by the country folk Will o' the Wisp, while, as it were, to show the mischief of his disposition, the circulating knave, knowing that he must seek the coldest bogs and quagmires in order to cool his nose, seizes upon that opportunity of misleading the unthinking and tipsy night travellers from their way, just that he may have the satisfaction of still taking in as many as possible.

SOME short poems, published in this volume, are, we think, greatly superior to the poem of "Blindness." The following sonnet is not an unfavourable specimen of the author's style :

"There is a little spot on God's fair earth, To which our longing memory ever clings; Where, in our youthful days of love and mirth, Sweet feeling thrilled the bosom's tenderest strings.

Where'er we roam, reflection ever flings

Its fond arms round it, and will linger there:
And fancy often hovers high on wings,
To gaze upon it, deeming it most fair!
No charm, however novel, can compare

Nor beauty, be it e'er so bright and rare,
Such sacred pleasures to the soul impart.
Speak out my heart! though thou hast loved to

roam,

Hast thou e'er once forgot thy sacred, natal Home ?"

Sabbath Musings and Everyday Scenes. London. R. B. Seeley & W. Burnside.

THE author of the "Souvenirs of a Summer in Germany" has here favoured us with a very charming little book of devotional meditation. Her musings are all conceived in the true spirit of Christian feeling, as well as of feminine gentleness. That, in addition to this, they evince no ordinary ability or circumscribed range of reading, will be doubted by none who has ever had the good fortune to peruse her "Souvenirs," or even any of her slighter stories, such as "Kate Hennessy," or "The Lost Farm." Like these lastnamed works, most of the "Musings and Scenes" which compose the volume now under consideration, are purely Irish in their character; and this will, we feel sure, be to our readers a great additional recommendation. Thus, we find the first chapter headed, "An Irish Cabin ;" the sixth, "Glory be to God!" meditated on, as the familiar phrase of the Irish peasant.Another chapter relates to the Oriental customs and turns of expression to be met with among the peasantry of Ireland; and the scene of many other chapters is laid in one part or other of our green isle. Indeed, almost every page evinces an intimate acquaintance

love of God and of his creatures, will be amply repaid and gratified by a perusal of this interesting work.

Constantinople, and the Scenery of the Seven Churches of Asia Minor Illustrated, in a se ries of drawings from nature. By Thomas Allom. With an historical account of Con stantinople, and descriptions of the plates. By the Rev. Robert Walsh, L.L.D. FIRST SERIES, Quarto. Fisher Son & Co. London and Paris.

IN a recent Number of the University Magazine we took occasion to draw the attention of our readers to the numbers of the abovementioned publication which had then appeared. Since that time the first series has been completed, and now lies before us; and we are bound to say, that in every respect, a volume more entitled to our commendation it has rarely been our fortune to examine. The engra vings are, at least, equal in beauty to any work of the kind we have ever seen, the descriptive matter, by our friend Dr. Walsh, is all we could wish for, and the binding superb.

After the examples formerly given, it is unnecessary for us to illustrate our opinion by further extracts. But we would say, that such a volume as this, so superbly illustrated and sump tuously bound, would form a much more appropriate gift than the glittering trash generally denominated as an nuals. It is quite equal to the best of them in external appearance, while its intrinsic merit will not be in the least diminished when the revolution of another year shall have consigned the whole race of annuals to oblivion.

ALREADY it is bitterly felt, by the unprincipled men, to whom, for our sins, the destinies of the nation have, for a season, been delivered, that, by their Church-education scheme, they have burned their fingers. They did not know the people of England. The same criminal indifference, respecting the moral and religious well-being of their fellow-creatures, which they felt themselves, they ascribed to others; and it was not until the indignant reclamation of a people, jealous for the honour of God, was spoken with a voice that "made itself be heard," that they perceived the predicament in which they were placed, and would fain, if they could, retrace their steps, from a position which could no longer be occupied without risking entire destruction.

All this has been made clearly manifest by the recent correspondence between Lord John Russell and the Bishop of Exeter. A pamphlet entitled "Recent Measures for the Promotion of Education in England," bearing upon its margin a printed notice of having been sent from the committee of council on education, and being, moreover, superscribed as "On Her Majesty's Service," contained an extract from the Bishop's speech, introduced for the purpose of inducing the belief that he and Lord Lausdowne were agreed in the opinion that the duty of the state, respecting national education, was limited to rendering mere secular instruction available to all

the people. Such, undoubtedly, is the opinion, or at least, such was the statement, of Lord Lansdowne; but no one knows better than that noble Lord, that such was not the opinion of the Bishop of Exeter. Accordingly, the right rev. Prelate did not conceive it would be right to suffer himself to be thus slanderously misrepresented, in a document coming from the seat of government, sealed with the impress of the privy seal, and largely disseminated amongst the people. To submit, quietly, to such misrepresentation, would be to countenance the fraud, and be, at least, a passive conspirator against the cause of truth, by neglecting to expose a great delusion. He, therefore, with his accustomed promptitude, addressed Lord John Russell upon the subject; and having ascertained from hin the fact, that the committee, of which his Lordship is a member, were responsible for the publication in question, he proceeded to point out the very flagrant manner in which his opinions and sentiments had been falsified; and abundantly established a case in which, indeed, "the perversion of his meaning was so manifest, that, if it had occurred in an anonymous publication, he must have considered it as wilfully fraudulent." He then proceeds to say:

Bearing, however, as it does, the formal and official sanction of the committee on education, I cannot ascribe it to any dishonourable motives, and I willingly impute it to the most strange and utterly unaccountable misconception."

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