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adapting itself to the circumstances in and most important circumstance, is which it is placed, and “doing its their choosing to indignify him with spiriting gently," whatever it may the name of Nero. This latter I hold be.

to be low treason at the least, if not In conclusion, there are two things high. They might as well dob him a to which I decidedly object in this member of the Holy Alliance at feast ; both of them appertaining to once ! And to say the truth, I should the treatment of the chief partaker not object to this, if the other memof it—the great lion. The first is the bers of that august body would occaunhandsome manner in which his sionally admit him to their meetings ! feelings are tampered with, by pre- —But to call the king of beasts by the tending to take away his food after it name of one who was scarcely worthy is given to him, merely that he may be to be called a king of men, is a maniinduced to “exaggerate his voice," fest libel: and the Constitutional Asand roar for the recreation of the sociation should look to it. Adieu spectators ;—thus depriving him of for the present. that privilege which is allowed even Your loving Cousin, to convicts and felons themselves, of

TERENCE TEMPLETON. eating their meal in peace.

The next


AND over hill and over plain
He urged his steed with spur and rein,
Till the heat drops hung on his courser's hide,
And the foam of his speed with blood was dyed.
He saw a bird cut through the sky,
He longed for its wings as it fleeted by ;
He looked on the mountain-river gushing,
He heard the wind of the forest rushing,
He saw a star from the heavens fall,
He thought on their swiftness and envied them all.

And at the head was a grey cross;
And scattered o'er the covering moss
Lay withered flower and faded wreath,
That told some maiden slept beneath.
The youth took one or two dried leaves-
Perhaps, hought he, soine lover grieves
O'er her who rests, and now can know
No more of human joy or wo.
And answered to his thought a sound,
A murmur from the plaining ground
He started ! oh, it could but be
The wind that swept the cypress tree.

Well the young warrior may fiercely ride,
For to-night he must woo, and must win his bride-
The maiden, whose colours his helmet bas borne,
Whose picture has still next bis heart been worn.
And then he thought on the myrtle grove,
Where the villa stood he had built for bis Love :
With its pillars and marble colonnade,
Its bright fountain beneath the palm-tree's shade;
Fair statues and pictured porticos,
Where the air came sweet from the gardens of rose ;
Silver lamps ; and vases filled
With perfumed waters, from odours distilled

And the tapestry hung round each gorgeous room
Was the richest of Tyre's purple loom ;
And all that his love, and all that his care,
Had had such pride in making fair :
And then he thought how life would glide,
In such a home, and with such a bride,
Like a glad tale told to the lute's soft tone,
Never bath happiness dwelt alone,
And swifter he urged his courser's flight,
When he thought on who was waiting that night.
But once beneath a spreading shade,

He stopped his panting steed for breath j
And as a flickering moon-beam played,

He saw it was a place of death. The lonely cypress-tree was keeping The watch of its eternal weeping;

And almost midnight's hour was come,
Ere he had reached his maiden's home.
All, saving one old slave, were sleeping-
Who, like some stealthy phantom creeping,
Silently and slowly led
Tbe wondering stranger to his bed :
Just pointed to his supper fare,
And the piled wood, and left him there.
It was a large and darksome room,
With all the loneliness and gloom
That hang round the neglected walls
O'er which the spider's net-work falls;
And the murk air felt chill and damp,
And dimly burnt the one pale lamp;
And saint gleams from the embers broke
Thro’ their dun covering of smoke,
And all felt desolate and drear-
And is this, he sighed, my welcome here ?
“No-mine be the welcome, from my lone home
To greet thee, and claim thee mine own, am I

He heard no step, but still by his side
He saw her stand-his betrothed bride!
Her face was fair, but from it was fied
Every trace of its beautiful red ;
And stains upon her bright hair lay
Like the dampness and earth-soil of clay;

Her sunken eyes gleamed with that pale blue light,
Seen when meteors are flitting at night;
And the flow of her shadowy garments' fall,
Was like the black sweep of a funeral pall.

She sat her down by his side at the board,
And many a cup of the red wine poured;
And as the wine were inward light,
Her cheek grew red and her eye grew bright :-
“In my father's house no more I dwell,
But bid me not, with them, to thee farewell.
They forced me to waste youth's hour of bloom
In a grated cell and a convent's gloom,
But there came a Spirit and set me free,
And had given me rest but for love of thee
There was fire in my heart, and fire in my brain,
And mine eyes could not sleep till they saw thee

My home is dark, my home is low,
And cold the love I can offer now;

But give me one curl of thy raven hair,
And, by all the hopes in heaven, swear
That, chance what may, thou wilt claim thy bride,
And thou to-morrow shalt lie by my side.”

He gave the curl, and wildly press'd
Her cold brow to his throbbing breast;
And kiss'd the lips, as his would share
With hers their warmth and vital air,
As kiss and passionate caress
Could warm her wan chill loveliness.

And calm upon his bosom she lay,
Till the lark sang his morning hymn to the day;
And a sun-beam thro’ the curtain shone,
As passes a shadow-the maiden was gone ;
That day the youth was told the tale,
How she had pined beneath the veil
And died, and then they show'd her grave-
He knew that cypress's green wave.
That night, alone, he watched his bride-
The next they laid him by her side.

HYPOCRISY. “The Devil knew not what he did when he made man politick; he crossed himself by it."--Timon of Athens.


ATURALISTS have been much the forms of devotion in such perfec-

puzzled to find a definition of tion (the only part of religion which that versatile and inconstant being, “ leads to fortune," and therefore the man, which will satisfactorily distin- only part about which most of us are guish him from all other living spe- in earnest) that this definition cies, and at the same time hit him in vaut pas le diable.all his moods. There is in human

For my own part, if I was obliged nature, notwithsanding all its vaunts to commit my reputation by hazarding and pretensions, so much of the mere

an opinion upon so ticklish a point, I animal in every shape and feature," should prefer seizing upon that most that not all the Linnés and Cuviers in prominent feature in the human chathe world have been able to draw a racter, deceit, and would define the steady line of separation. The ani- species as being, par excellence, the mal 6 bipes implumishas long been « hypocritical animal.” For, whatgiven up as untenable, and the habits ever may be advanced to the conof the butcher-bird have completely trary, in the way of certain odious knocked on the head the definition of comparisons, to the disadvantage of the 6 cooking animal.” As for the hyenas and crocodiles, it should never “religious animal”-exclusively that be forgotten that in these cases “ the some men are born without the “ or- lion is not the painter.gan of veneration,” and have 6

no ties concerned could speak for themmore grace than will serve for pro- selves, it is pretty certain that no hylogue to an egg and butter,--there is ena would have had the face to vie the praying mantis,* which possesses with Louis XVIII. when making his

famous speech upon peace, which * Called in France “Le prie dicu,” from the circumstance of its perpetually resting on its hind

opened the Spanish war; and the arlegs, and erecting the fore-paws close together, as rantest crocodile that ever to use the if in the act of praying : the country-people, in language of Sir Boyle Roach) "put his various parts of the Continent, consider it almost hands in his breeches-pocket and shed as sacred, and would not, on any accoant, injure

feigned tears,” would decline weepit. “It is so divine a creature (says the translator of Mouffet), that if a child has lost its way, and

ing with a genuine widow of Ephesus. inquires of the mantis, it will point out the right

While all other forms and modes are path with its paw.”—Bingley's Animal Biography. put on and off as whim, fashion, or in38

ATHENEUM VOL. 2. 2d series. terest dictate, man is at all times and

If the par

in all particulars, a perfect hypocrite: sical common-places, and superficial -a hypocrite towards God, a hypo- plausibilities, that not to be a hypocrite towards man, nay, a very hypo- crite is to lack common decency; and crite towards himself; not trusting his to call “ things by their right names" conscience with a naked view of his is to unsettle the foundation of the secret wishes, nor painting even his world's repose. The imagined necespleasures to his own imagination in sity for the gravity of the learned protheir proper colours. of this no fessions, has gone a great way tosaser testimony can be desired, than wards generalizing the practice of hythe eternal contrast which he has es- pocrisy. As soon as it becomes netablished between his words and his cessary to appear wiser or better than deeds, and the pains he has taken in the mass of mankind (it being imposall ages to provide a double set of sible for humanity to raise itself above terms and phrases to express the same the condition of humanity, or for man things as they refer to himself or to to put off his nature, merely because he his neighbours,—to abstract principle, puts on a robe or a cassock), the reign or to practical application : insomuch of humbug commences ; and from that his language no less than his mind the moment that society requires a resembles those paintings done upon given exterior; from that moment the slips of pasteboard placed in relief, individual has not only a right, but which exhibit a different picture ac- labours under a necessity for wearing cording to every different point of view a mask. from which they are beheld. Every pe The increase of human happiness culiar condition of society has its fa- which is thus created is beyond calvourite sin, which it clothes in the culation : not only in its indirect influlikeness of its conterminate virtue. ence upon social order, by imposing The merchant's avarice iş parsimony, upon that many-headed monster the the parson's gluttony is hospitality, people, pinning down the lower classthe great man's corruption is loyalty, es to their duties, and thus confirming and his hatred to the people, is his systems which the bayonet alone could zeal for the king's prerogative. All not uphold ; but also in the great enthis is nothing ; but your genuine hy- joyment it directly occasions to the pocrite, the more he is inclined to a dupes themselves. sin, and the more he indulges his in There is no man, I am sure, on this clination, the louder and more confi- side fifty, but will allow that love is at dently he declaims against it,-just as once the great business and pleasure of a desperate adventurer rushes into life, the one drop of honey mixed with deeper expenses, and makes a greater its cup of gall, the “ show of op nce, at the very mo- the soul, and is not this love the ment when he has arrived at the verge more delightful, the more perfect and of bankruptcy.

unbroken its deceit ? The whole If the object and end of society be process of courtship is indeed, from to increase the powers of the individu- beignning to end, one great scene of al, to multiply his means of gratifying mutual hypocrisy. If it be true that his propensities and inclinations, the the “ tongues of men are full of desocial system is admirably constituted, ceits," it is not less so that “ every as far as hypocrisy is concerned; inch of woman in the world, ay every since all its institutions seem calculated dram of woman's flesh, is false :” and to develop the deceptive tendencies so much does the pleasure of the purof the species, and to give the greatest suit depend upon the dupery, that the scope to the individual nisus. Hypo- credulous fair who believes her lover's crisy is established by act of parlia- protestations, is happier than the swain ment too, and, like better things, it has who makes them; and the patient become part and parcel of the com- wittol, whose eyes are shut to what is mon law of the land. So curiously, going forward, and is the dupe of indeed, are the most sacred and sol- both parties, is out and out the happiemn objects mixed up with lackadai- est of the whole three.

green velvet of

But if lovers are thus mutually de- vere," says the Italian proverb, a text pendent on each other for administer- upon which Nic Macchiavel has writing to their respective gullibilities, and ten an elaborate commentary ; but for raising those illusions which shut by far a better one is to be found in out the 6

weary, stale, and flat” un- the grave faces of political wights, profitability of life; the whole class of who, while they are exerting all their litigators are not less obliged to their energies to propagate despotism and advocates for the pleasures they derive raise their own fortunes, turn up their from that well-acted comedy called a eyes at the bare mention of this same “ law suit.” What intense delight do Macchiavelli's name; and with a phanot these good souls receive from cer- risaical demureness of the whole outtain grave eulogies upon that system

ward man,

denounce him and his of laws by which the Chancery Court writings anti-christian and anti-social, lawyers swallow up the whole proper- merely for saying, what they themty in dispute between the parties ! selves are doing every day and hour What “easement” do they not ob- of their lives. The triumph of opintain from that simulated zeal and well- ion over the sword, has made political affected sympathy with which their hypocrisy more than ever necessary counsel “protest to God” that their in the safe conduct of a state. It is client's case is justice itself ! How the great arcanum of modern policy, edified, likewise, are even the by- and it possesses every quality which standers, at the grave and moral dis- can be required in a remedy, operatcourses,de omnibus rebus, &c. ing in all cases citò, tutò, et jucundè. with which a judge charges a jury, in He then, who is no hypocrite, a case of libel, for example, and thus knows nothing of life, nothing of its discharges his share of the farce. For enjoyments, nothing of its amenities, this reason I cannot sufficiently ap- and above all, nothing of the moyen plaud the inventors of that excellent de parvenir. That there can be any piece of dupery, the monstrous fic- vice in a practice so universal, so retions of law, which undo deeds, spected, and so serviceable to man

making things to have been per- kind, seems eminently impossible. If formed which never were attempted, there were really any harm in it, can we bringing unborn children into exist- believe that so many great princes and ence, and considering the living as divines should in speeches, proclamadead." Whatever other grounds of tions, and sermons, so frequently use complaint there may lie against this the name of Heaven to cover their system, it cannot be disputed, that it own private interests, and talk of the tends powerfully to increase the good of the people, at the very mo pleasures which the litigator derives ment when they are adding to their from the law's deceptions, and while miseries? If hypocrisy were a sin, it promotes the profits of the practi- should we find“ Right honourable tioner, gives the client a great deal gentlemen,” and “my learned friend," more for his money than he could so often substituted, for « corrupt rasotherwise obtain.

cal," and "jobbing knave;" which, I speak not of the comfort and ad- if we may judge by the context, is vantage society derives from that or- evidently in the speaker's mind ganized system of hypocrisy, more or would high-minded men conde-, despotic than the laws of the Medes scend to pass over “ the highest quarand Persians, which passes current in ter,” and “ in another place,” withthe world under the name of polite- out seeming to perceive that those ness; because

every one knows and words teemed with the most forbidden feels its value, and is but too well allusions ?--No, no,

esse quam

vipleased to possess a good excuse for deri,may do very well for a motto, hiding unpleasant truths, the avowal of but it has nothing to do with real life which might involve the relater in a except, indeed, it be used as a blind duel or a law suit.

to cover a meditated fraud ; and then “ Chi non sa fingere, non sa vi- it enters into the system, and will

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The ancients very speak aloud all that passes through his wisely put truth in a well, and there mind in society, and to show himself let her lie and be-drowned. She to his fellow creatures such as he realnever yet was sufficiently in favour to ly is, in thought, word, and deed ; and drink any thing but water ; and if any if he does not repent of his bargain one is mad enough to doubt the fact, before half the time is expended, why let him only try the experiment. Let then say I am not

M. him only for one week determine to


A Letter from Billy O'Rourke to the Editor.

Paveț arduam viam,
He paves the high-way.

(Phelim O'Flinn, my Schoolmaster.)
MR. What's-YOUR-NAME,—

AM a prince by descent and a pa. I stole from my uncle; I wrote all the

vier by profession. True, I am best lines in the “ Emerald Isle" (all a foreigner and barbarian,—for I come the bad ones were written by Counfrom freland,-but there is blood in sellor Phillips), and I gave Tom my veins which heretofore ran riot up Moore hints for Thomas Little's and down the O'Rourkes and 0. poems. But this is all bother. What Shaughnessies. Milesius was my great- I want to say is this :- I don't like at grandfather forty times removed, and all at all this new-fashioned out-ofmy great-grandmother of the same the-way way of paving the streets with generation was cousin by-the-button- jackstones. Who ever saw a street hole to O'Connor, progenitor and pro- covered with_gun-flints by way of propagator of the present great Ro- pavement? This is pretty wig-makger O'Connor of Dangan Castle, who ing! I suppose the next thing we'll do was found innocent of robbing the is to spread them with Turkey carpets mail a few

years ago, when the that our old duchesses and debauchees Orangemen were in want of a head may trundle along to the Parliament to adorn King William's lamp-post at House and the Opera without shaking the Anniversary of the Boyne Water. themselves to pieces a season too Thus, Mr. Thingumbob, you see soon ! O give me the sweet little pebthough I do fillip the paving-stones blement of my own native city in with a three-man beetle, though I do Shamrockshire-Dublin! Major-Taypeg a few pebbles every day into the lorization against Macadamization any scull of our old Mother Earth (alma day !+ Where the jingles totter over tellus, as Phelim used to call her), -I the streets like boats on a river of pavreally was born to a royal rattle. Ex- ing stones !Up an down! right and cuse alliteration, Mr. Blank; I am not left! Hohenlo! toss'd hither and thionly a prince and a pavier, but a poet.* ther! from pebble to puddle! from I broke half the panes in the province gully to gutter !-Splish splash! there of Leinster scribbling amatory verses, they go! while the Rawney leers epigrams, and epitaphs on Miss Kitty through one of his dead-lights back at Ñ'Fun, with a glazier's diamond that Mr. Paddy O'Phaëton, Paddy for lack

* 'Twas my mother's foster-brother wrote “The Groves of Blarney;" her maiden name was Kelly, and she is the identical she of whom the author says

And av you would see sweet Mabel Kelly,

No nightingull sings half more bright which is the true reading.

t Major Taylor, Paving-Master General to the City of Dublin.
| Jingles, one-horse wooden baskets, upon three wheels, and another on Sundays.

Corrupted from the paternal Spanish-Rosinante, we suppose.--Ed.

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