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DIRECTORY OF CHAPTERS, U. D. A. Alpha, No. 1, Monday afternoon, 2 o'clock, O. U. A. Hall, corner Ludlow and Grand streets. Columbia, No. 2, Wednesday afternoon, 2 o'clock, corner Hudson and Grove streets. Lady Washington, No. 3, Monday evening, 7 o'clock, O. U. A. Hall, corner Ludlow and Grand streets. Lady Putnam, No. 4, Monday evening, 7 o'clock, No. 360 Grand street. Pocahontas, No. 5, Monday afternoon, 2 o'clock, Fountain Hall, 149 Bowery. Lady Perry, No. 6, Monday afternoon, 2 o'clock, corner of 29th street and 8th avenue. New-York, No. 7, Wednesday afternoon, corner Lispenard street and Broadway. , No. 8, La Motte, No. 9, Thursday evening, 7 o'clock, Allen, near Grand street. Lady Champe, No. 10, Wednesday afternoon, 2 o'clock corner Hudson and Grove sts, Ashe and Hall. Liberty Star, No. 1, Newark, New-Jersey, Wednesday evening, 7 o'clock, 259 Broad st. VOL. IV. THE REPUBLIC. NEW-YORK, AUGUST, 1852. No. 2. THE RABBIT ON THE WALL. CHAPTER I. BY AN AMERICAN LADY. [WITH AN ENGRAVING.] THADDEUS M'CALLORAN, an easy, indolent, and kind-hearted native of the "ould counthry," was drawn unluckily into the tide of emigration which early set towards America. He had a thatched cottage in Ireland to shelter his wife and his brood of little M'Callorans, and his aged father and mother; he had a "praty patch" before the cottage, and a wonderfully large and productive one it was; and he was so strong, and so goodnatured, he never lacked a plenty of employment, vastly more than he was willing to engage, from the neighboring land-owners. A very happy family were the M'Callorans, before the emigration fever seized the husband and father. Thaddeus was willing to labor moderately from morning till night, to fill the hungry mouths which so frequently, and ever to his pride and joy, numerically increased around his board. Bridget minded the house and the children; and being moreover as "smart" as her husband was indolent, and skilful in the spinning of linen, every moment she could spare from other cares found her fingers busy in drawing out warp or woof, for some of those exquisite fabrics which, while they minister to the luxury of the affluent, pay but a meagre and beggarly percentage into the hand of the producer. Thaddeus and Bridget were poor, some VOL. IV. times very poor; but their parents had been poor before them. Luxury was an abstraction they had no idea of. They were accustomed sometimes to a plenty, and anon to a scarcity of coarse, plain food, and they lived on from day to day, borrowing no superfluous anxieties or alarms from the stores of ill-success or misfortune that might peradventure be garnered up in the future; till the emigration mania spread into the neighborhood, and finally seized Thaddeus with its most violent and defiant symptoms. Bridget M'Calloran expostulated and fretted about being torn from her home, and exposed, with her "innocent childher and the ould folk," to all the terrors, and horrors, and dangers of a journey over the big waters; she knew "every soul of them would be drowned in the depths of the sea, and the rest would starve;" she hated "Ameriky" and all the world, but "blessed ould Ireland," and she repeatedly declared her resolution to remain behind "for better, for worser, if Thaddy persisted in so wild and dangersome a schame." The old father and mother wept bitter tears at the thought that the sods of their native soil could not cover their mouldering dust; but Thaddy was immovable. America, in his eyes, had become El Dorado, and thitherward he was determined to set his own face and the unwilling 5 faces of his family. The excited imagination of other adventurers, as innocent of experience as himself, had inflamed his dormant fancy for once in his life, and he assured his own ready credulity, and the skepticism of his reluctant helpmate, that money was vastly plenty in America; that, according to the accounts of those who had heard from there, it all but grew on the bushes, and could be had for the picking up; that work was abundant at all times and seasons, and some said it had been known to do itself! "And is it mad ye are, Thaddy M'Calloran?" said the tearful and heart-sick Bridget, when her husband proudly informed her that the passage was really engaged for the whole family in the steerage of the packet-ship Cytherea, and that within a given time all must be ready to go on board. "Is it mad ye are, to dhrag us all away from home, and grave to death the heart of the ould mither that bare ye, to say nothing of your own wife and little ones? Sure you ought to have more heart for them that wants to lay their ould bones in this blissed soil, if ye care naught for your own flesh and blood!" taunted Biddy, while tears poured over her cheeks. But Biddy found that, for this time, expostulation and tears were alike unavailing. Thaddy was bent on going to "Ameriky" to try his fortunes there, and to see if his fine family of boys might not turn out presidents yet, and Kathleen, the only daughter of all the seven, might not, in blooming maidenhood, take the eye of some distinguished merchant, and become perhaps richer and finer than any of her ancestors had been. No motives and no discouragements moved him; America was the goal, and nothing but America would satisfy him. The cottage was deserted; the movables, including the grandparents and the seven children, were deposited on board the Cytherea; and she drew up her anchor, unfurled her white wings, and put out to sea, while a chorus of groans and sobbings burst from the mothers and daughters in the steerage, which wailed above the jarring, and oaths, and tumults on deck, like the funeral-song of hope and all that promised happiness. The voyage was finally accomplished, but not till sorrowful experiences indeed had been penned in the M'Calloran history. Winds were boisterous and contrary, and drove the good ship far from her course. This was, however, only the beginning of sorrows. A mortal sickness broke out in the swarming steerage, caused by the fetid and pestilent atmosphere, and the fraternization of filth of every variety and description of loathsomeness. It prostrated every child of the M'Calloran family, and three rosy-cheeked boys, after a few days of acute and mortal suffering, closed their young eyes, and the sad parents saw their dear and cherished little bodies sink, to rise no more, down, down, into the cold and fathomless ocean depths. Oh, what pangs and agonizing regrets wrung the maternal heart of poor Biddy, as she hushed their dying wail in her arms, and pressed her parched and feverish lips to the pestilence-infected cheeks of her expiring children! Thaddeus was stupefied by the stroke, and by the remorseful self-reproaches which distracted his weak brain, and made him weep and sigh most piteously; and while Biddy, with the dauntless and untiring energy of a true mother, tenderly and softly soothed the deathagonies of her children in their convulsive conflict with the King of terrors, her husband could only stand by her side, and groan, and wish himself back again in what now seemed to his repentance indeed a Paradise, the turf-walled cottage home in "blessed Ireland !" When the third child had been sent to his long slumber in an ocean grave, the most imminent danger seemed to hang over the eldest boy, an open-browed, dark-haired child, the pride and favorite of his mother. Poor Biddy felt that her cup of bitterness would be drained to the dregs if this firstborn son, her best beloved, should be removed from her sight; and it seemed that the desperation of maternal love would chain him to life. The gracious heart of the Father who watches the fall of the sparrow, |