to arms; a prodigious concourse soon assembled to support them; and the outcries for mercy to the culprit must have shaken any nerves less firm than those of the mayor of Galway. He exhorted them to yield submission to the laws of their country; but finding all his efforts fruitless to accomplish the ends of justice at the accustomed place and by the usual hands, he, by a desperate victory over parental feeling, resolved himself to perform the sacrifice which he had vowed to pay on its altar. Still retaining a hold of his unfortunate son, he mounted with him by a winding stair within the building, that led to an arched window overlooking the street, which he saw filled by the populace. Here he secured the end of the rope, which had been previously fixed round the neck of his son, to an iron staple which projected from the wall, and, after taking from him a last embrace, he launched him into eternity. The intrepid magistrate expected instant death from the fury of the populace; but the people seemed so much overawed or confounded by the magnanimous act, that they retired slowly and peaceably to their several dwellings. The claims of justice being now satisfied, the feelings of the aged man gave way, and from this period he led a life of seclusion and mental anguish; and at last died, an example of what may be done and suffered under a high sense of public duty. THE GARLAND OF HOPS. FREDERICK HERMANN, a schoolmaster at Pierrefond, in Germany, was one of the happiest of men. The society of children was his greatest delight, and under his instruction they rapidly improved. Satisfied with moderate remuneration, he was as happy as a king in his little territory. Three years after the establishment of his school, about the time of vintage, Hermann set out for the city, to bring home his intended wife, Theresa Hilmer. Theresa was the daughter of the Count of Lindenbourg's steward. She had early lost her mother. Her father had intrusted the management of his family to a faithful and laborious servant, who had served him with fidelity and uprightness since his marriage, Their nuptials were celebrated at her uncle's, the chief chanter in the choir. Some years before Theresa had seen the school-house and garden adjoining; the remembrance she had preserved of them was not very cheering; and though Hermann assured her that everything was much improved, his words did not satisfy her, and she set out quite melancholy for the village of Pierrefond. What was her astonishment when, on her arrival, instead of the pool, she saw a green lawn, in which were rows of young healthy trees covered with rosy apples and yellow pears! The school-house, truly, was no more than a cottage; but the new yellow thatch, and the gray and bluish walls, had a neat and cheerful appearance; and when Hermann said to her that the weakness of the walls did not permit him to change the roof, she hastened to reply, saying: 'We may live happy and content under a thatched roof if we love God and live in peace and unity? God blessed their union with many lovely children. Catherine and Sophia, the two eldest, bore a striking resemblance to their mother. The next was a fine, lively boy, called after his father, whom he much resembled. In the course of some years after the birth of her ninth child Theresa fell dangerously ill, and was confined to bed for a long time. However, her health improved gradually, and she was able to get up for some hours every day. At the time of the anniversary of Catherine's birth she remained up all day; but, as she felt too weak to attend to household duties, she looked for a straw-hat, which she had worn whilst at Lindenbourg, and wished to repair as a present for her daughter Catherine. Though the hat was already much worn, she arranged it so well that at first sight it appeared quite new. present, which cost Theresa some trouble, afforded Catherine much pleasure. This A blue, green, or red ribbon,' said she in a low voice, 'would look very well on this yellow hat. I would wish very much for such a one. Perhaps my father may buy it for me on my birthday: if I asked him for the necessary money he certainly would not refuse me. But I will say nothing; his expenses are already so great that it would really be a sin to ask him for money to buy such a useless piece of dress.' Theresa had taken much pleasure in this little task, but when night came she found herself getting very ill; and next day she was worse. The whole family were plunged into extreme distress, and the more so that their poverty prevented them from procuring proper medical assistance. At this juncture a kind neighbour recommended a decoction made from certain wild herbs that grew near the summit of a neighbouring mountain. Catherine, as a good child, volunteered to gather the herbs, and soon set out on her expedition. As this simple child of nature crossed the garden on her pious journey, her attention was drawn to a beautiful hop-plant that spread itself luxuriantly over the hedge. The idea of ornamenting her newly brushed-up strawhat entered her mind; and the bonnet was speedily and tastefully decorated with a garland of the flowering hop. It was more beautiful, she thought, than the finest ribbon. She now hastened on her way in quest of the medicinal herbs. The road which led to the top of the mountain sometimes passed through grass-plots enamelled with flowers, sometimes through groves, where breathed the most agreeable freshness. All was calm around; she heard nought but the sound of the grasshoppers, or the singing of the birds in the neighbouring bushes. Catherine reached the higher part of the hill without much difficulty, and was filling her basket with plants when she heard footsteps. Suddenly there stood before her a young lady of engaging appearance, with a veil drawn tightly over her head. Catherine uttered an exclamation of surprise. on the -Fow that we have got "Is all a mistake' said t |