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STERY SATURDAY.

SEPTEMBER 12, as much current coin of the realm as the generosity of his disposition, and the exigencies of the occasion, might move him to dispossess himself of.

The traveller was Harry Greville, and “ he did n't see it.”

“How long will it take us to reach Carrig na Golliogue ?"

I asked as I lighted my cigar, preparatory to mounting the - De smoking-room of

rickety-looking outside car which stood in readiness to station of passing

convey me to my destination. .. 24 Western High

“ The roads is very heavy, yer anner," was the evasive

reply of the charioteer, who was also engaged in the process - Au bor," cried one.

| of igniting a “ bit o' baccy,” concealed within the depths - to ce tice which holds

of a very short and very black “dhudheen." .. . wandes," exclaimed

“ Divil resave the sight av Eriff Bridge ye'll see, let alone

Carrig na Golliogue,” observed one of my constituents in a * !<30, we will ask a

solemn and prophetic manner. Waporing expedition,” | “That the snow may swally up all naygurs is me prayer,"

added another. " v vercoat: you 'll run a

“Av I wor Micky Delany, I wud n't face that road this w than in your ordinary blessed an' holy night for less nor a goolden guinea an'a

pint o' sperrits,” cried a ragged little old fellow, with a Ho non in the business," view to improving the financial prospects of the driver, even . *** Went flying round my at the expense of his own.

este contents of the follow “Guinea, indeed ! Troth, he'd be a poor-hearted cray-a merebut during the day :

ture that wud put a dacent boy off wud the likes av a * To HENRY GREVILLE, Esq.,

guinea, such a murdherin' cowld night as this." Marathon Club,

It was, in good sooth, a bad night for a journey out into London, w.

the mountains. The snow was descending slowly and

steadily, falling noiselessly on every available object, en- le tipa of this as possible. I am in a

veloping all in a seamless shroud. The bitter blast was

| whistling through the gaunt and leafless trees, and the ... l'hat there was a daughter of Eve

river plashed onwards with a dreary, chilling monotony. Cuyot the slightest particle of doubt, Hastily looking to the safety of my pocket-flask, as travelale mura was a source of wondermen, lers in the

lers in the olden time were wont to examine the condition Nid Geoffry had not long been ga of their fire-arms, jerking the collar of my Ulster up into - h. He had joined his regiment at

my hair, and pulling my hat over my ears, I sprang upon wal locality, until the receipt of his

the car, and wrapping a rug over my knees as closely as na sliver the delusive impression that he was

though it was sticking-plaster, I quitted Westport amid the

jeers, execrations, howls, curses, and snowballs of the baffled amorous complexion.” The best and disappointed mendicants. aven - the best man to flirt and the fast- |

Our progress was necessarily very slow, but it did not 2. to disconcert Materfaniilias, and to

require much power of observation to discern that the horse red interview with Paterfamilias. Fifty

was of that description known as a “garron," and that in w taki ried for paying one-tenth less attention

addition to constitutional weakness it was endowed with a Rederie daughter than Mr. Geoffry Greville.

considerable amount of the well-known characteristics of 2 love, but the idea of matrimony never

the mule. It also possessed a peculiar habit of stopping danser across his brain. “Psliaw! I sha n't

without any premonitory symptoms, which produced the a atty; all the old fellows get all the young

unpleasing effect of sending me forward with a jerk that es les invariable reply when remonstrated with

threatened to fling me head-foremost into the snow, as v t of his dilly-dallying.

though I were about to take a header into a foaming plungetidary circumstances I should have allowed my

bath. takve kinsman to wriggle out of his mess as best

" It's conthrairy he is,” observed Mr. Michael Delany, The Chetwodes, with whom I invariably upon being remonstrated with ; “it's conthrairy : divil a Osmas-tide had elected to remain in Rome, and I ha'north else.” et on the bleak shore of London, alone. Conse

| Contrary! What do you mean?” I was rather a relief than otherwise to receive the

“lle has quare ways, yer anner. What wud ye think av s telegram that bespoke a most agreeable mys

a baste that wud do the likes av this? — Wan day he use the word “ agreeable" advisedly, on the well

swallied a half a soverin, an' all we cud get him to give up The principle that there is something not utterly dis.

was rivin-an'-six, all through conthrairiness." Sve in the misfortunes of even our best friends.

“ Do you ever give him a drop of whiskey, Micky ?” Tu consulted Bradshaw, I found that the 8.25 from

"I did wanst, and mebbe I did n't suffer for it! we would place me fairly en chemin ; so ordering a nice was uttered with so much unction that my curiosity was

This Le dinner, for which the chef at the Marathon is NO

awakened, and I asked him to enlighten me. cus, and a pint of Moët --dry - I gave myself up to

" Story-tellin' is dhry work, sir." Covering upon the situation, and the rôle I was destined to

« Did you have a drink before you left Westport ?” jur in the forthcoming sensation scene.

"I will, sir, an' its plazin' to ye,” was the prompt re

sponse, On the evening of the 24th day of December, 187, at

Having mutually partaken of a modest quencher, Mr. bout five o'clock, a traveller might have been descried

Delany proceeded inuing upon the steps of Daly's llotel, in the town of

"Well, sir, there was wan night last winther, and a murWestport. The traveller was enveloped in a niv

therin' wet night it was, when wan o' the militia sint for Clster coat, and the Ulster coat which surrounded the

me, for to dhrive him beyant Leenawn, this very road, for veller was itself surrounded by a motley crowd, contine:

to go to a party given be a gintleman's family. ; a group of mendicants in every conceivable stage of

care for the job, but as all quollity was goin', there was n't

I did n't ity, each of whom was engaged in jostling and villily |

A yoke for love or money but the very car yer sittin' on. · netghbor, but all of whom were actuated by a coin

Wirvollur of gintleman, an' shure enough just all as wan as yerself, sir,

So we kem to terms aisy enough, for I never fall out wud a utive, that of delivering the frieze-coated trivellur of wintlema

no Due the Chetwodes

he.

you?"

he bad a sup in a flask, an' bestowed it wud an open an' “ Murther, an’ shure it is,' says I ; 'what's to be done divartin' hand. Well, yer anner, just as we got about at all at all ?' half-ways th' axle gev, and left us roarin' murther in the “Father Myles looked very hard at me, an' says he, middle o' the road.

Mick,' says he, you 're a good fisher.' «• What am I to do now, ye villyan?' says he.

«• Divil a finer in Ireland,' says I, for I was proud o'me "Sorra a bit I know,' says I, .barrin' ye walk,' says I. talent in that way, don't ye see. “I'm bet,' says he, be raisin av my dhress boots,' says "Av I don't get a salmon for me Lord the Bishop for

to-morrow, Micky,' says he, hooking me wud his eye, I'm 16. True for ye,' says I.

bet up intirely.' “ But there was luck in store for him, for up comes a “Iseen what he mint while ye'd be winkin' at a leprashay bound for the same party, that gev him a sate. He chaun. ped me honest, and it was only whin he was a mile off that "• Keep up yer sperrits, Father Myles,' says I, for av I found the flask on the sate that you're sittin' on now. I there's a salmon in that lake now, he 'll be smoking undber dhrank his helth, and made the baste drink it too; and his lord ship's nose, or I 'll be contint fur to lose me stick.' somehow or another, begorra, the next thing I remimber was “• Yer a dutiful son av the Church,' says Father Myles, me dhraggin' the car, an' that baste there sittin' up in me and away wud him acrass the bog like a young deer. sate as unconsarned as the Chief Baron chargin' for mur “ The night was murtherin' dark, an' rainin' that pow. ther, an' beltin' me wud the whip as hard as he cud lick.” ful that I was as wet as a gauger whin I got to the edge o' “And what then, Micky?"

the lake. I was afeard to thry for the fish in daylight, for “ I never giv him a taste o' sperrits from that night to the Great Life bad cess to thim, had their keepers as plinty this, yer anner."

as blackberries, and these villyans wor always lookin' out “I'm greatly afraid that you were drunk, Micky.” to get a dacent boy into throuble. Well, sir, I got out me “I was n't drunk.”

tools, and havin' swallied a good tent o' poteen, I set my “ Were you sober ? "

nit, and down I sot. It was the lonesomest night I ever “I was n't sober."

spint, only the water splashin' and the sheep-dogs yelpin', “ Well, if you were neither drunk nor sober, what were I kep me hand on the sthring reddy for a haul, but dickens

av a fish stirrin' at all at all. This won't do,' says I; He pulled up the too willing steed in order to give em- av the Bishop does n't get a taste o' fish, poor Father phasis to his reply

Myles will never get a parish. Well, sir, I sot there, wud “I was upon the difipsive, yer anner.”

the stbring in me hand, takin' an odd scoop at the hottle, This happy condition between the Scylla of intoxication an' me heart was very fretful all for the sake of Father and the Charybdis of sobriety was one which struck me as Myles, whin all of a suddint the sthring was pulled wud a being so exceedingly novel, from the fact of its being jerk that nigh dhragged me into the wather, and begorra, I delivered with the gravity of conviction, that I burst out | had an illigant salmon. · Hurroo l' says I, I'm not bet laughing.

yet,' and I hauled in the nit – and now, yer anner, comes "Troth, thin, I was much the same way the night I went the quare part of the story, and mind ye, it's as thrue as for to ketch the salmon for Father Myles Donovan, may the you're sittin' foreninst me on that sate. I tuk the fish heavens be bis bed this blessed an' holy night" - here out av the nit (he was about eighteen pound) an' was goin' Micky crossed himself most devoutly — “an' if your anner to give him a rap to lave him aisy, wbin he stud up on the has a sketch o' sperrits contagious, I'd tell ye all about it.” | ind av his tail, threw out his fins, and med for to wrastle

Having promptly complied with Mr. Delany's request, ' me. I thought I'd humor him, for there was n't a boy in and politely asked him if he would like another sketch, he the barony cud stand foreninst me, an' I ketched him be replied

the fins. Sorra a word aither av us sed, but we set to and “ No, I'm thankful to ye, sir; that's hapes, as Mrs. Mur -ye'd hardly credit it' but he curled his tail round my phy remarked whin she swallied the crab.

| right leg, and givin' a jolt wud his body, tuk a fall out o "Well, sir," he continued, after a ringing smack of the me. lips, like the crack of a whip, “when I was a likely lump “Well, sir, it was very hurtful to me feelin's to be thrown av a gossoon, I lived over beyant at Leenawn, an' I was a be a fish, an' I was resolved to give him no quarther, powerful fisher. There was nothin' to bate me. I med | whether he axed for it or not, but whin I scrambled to me me own flies, and invinted the choicest av bait, an' sorra a feet the thief av a salmon was gone. Well, sir, I was so fish that ever lept could take the consait out o' me. Well, bet up be me disgrace, an'a, daylight was comin', I picked sir, th' ould ancient Martins was dbruv out o' Ballenabinch up me tools, and I ups to Father Myles's house for to tell be raisin av the hard times, and a set of naygurs, called the him av me misfortune. It was fair light be the time I got Great Life Assurance - the curse o' Crumwell on thim! / there ; an' jist as I was comin' up to the house, the sight tuk the roof from over the heads of the lawful owners. I left me eyes, for there was me salmon knockin' at the hallTroth, we bad plinty av law, plinty av assurance, but dick- dure, as bowld as brass. Ye won't escape me now, anyens a bit av life in the counthry sence they kem in it. I how,' says I, and I med at him; but the dure opened, an' was put out o' me sheelin' an sint over to live on a bog I fell into the hall.” that was half the year undher water and th' other half Here Micky Delany paused. sthrugglin' to dry. No Christian at all at all cud live in “Well, what became of the salmon, Micky ? " it, barrin' he was a say-gull or a dispinsary dhocthor ; the “ The Bishop et him," was the sententious reply. very snipes was bet up wud the newralgy. Well, sir, poor “ And did Father Myles get a parish ?” Father Myles Donovan, rest his sowl, come to me wan “ Shure enough, yer anner.” evenin' at th' ind o' Siptember, an' says be

“ And what did you get, Micky?" “ • Are you there, Mick ? ' says he.

“ Och, I got his blessin', and sorra much good it done « « 1 am, yer rivirence,' says I.

« • I want to spake to ye particular an' private,' says I did not proceed with the investigation, as I perceived he.

that Delany did not wish to prolong it. “Troth, you 're welkim, yer rivirence,' says I, an' out It had ceased to snow, and the moon evinced a decided we walked up the bog.

anxiety to have a peep at Micky Delany and myself. She " • Me Lord the Bishop is coming to Derrymalooney to pushed away two or three troublesome clouds from before morrow,' says he.

her face, and at length took a dull watery stare at us as if « • Och, murther, but that 'll be a great day for yer rivir she had been suddenly awakened from her slumbers. This ence an' the Holy Church av Room l' says I.

| little feminine curiosity on her part enabled us to perceive “It will,' says he, but he has tuk me short,' says be. a dark object some hundred yards in advance, lying right • I only get his letther tin minutes ago,' says he, an' to- | across our path. morrow is a black fast,' says he.

(To be continued.)

me."

as much current coin of the realm as the generosity of his MY IRISH STORY.

disposition, and the exigencies of the occasion, might move him to dispossess himself of.

The traveller was Harry Greville, and “ he did n't see

BY NUGENT ROBINSON.

it."

“How long will it take us to reach Carrig na Golliogue ? ”

I asked as I lighted my cigar, preparatory to mounting the I sent a sensation fizzing through the smoking-room of rickety-looking outside car which stood in readiness to the Marathon Club, by announcing my intention of passing convey me to my destination. my Christmas holidays in the wilds of the Western High “The roads is very heavy, yer anner," was the evasive lands of Ireland.

reply of the charioteer, who was also engaged in the process “Don't ask me to witness your will, old boy," cried one. of igniting a “ bit o' baccy," concealed within the depths “I can recommend you to an insurance office which holds of a very short and very black “dhudheen.” out special inducements to would-be suicides," exclaimed “Divil resave the sight av Eriff Bridge ye'll see, let alone another.

Carrig na Golliogue,” observed one of my constituents in a “ If you are not heard of before 1880, we will ask a solemn and prophetic manner. paternal Government to organize an exploring expedition,” "That the snow may swally up all naygurs is me prayer," suggested a third.

added another. “I can lend you a grav Russian overcoat: you 'll run a “Av I wor Micky Delany, I wud n't face that road this less chance of being potted in it than in your ordinary blessed an' holy night for less nor a goolden guinea an'a raiment," added a fourih.

pint o' sperrits,” cried a ragged little old fellow, with a “I'll lay a pony there's a chignon in the business," view to improving the financial prospects of the driver, even chimed in a filth; and thus the jokes went flying round my | at the expense of his own. devoted head, until I read aloud the contents of the follow “ Guinea, indeed ! Troth, he'd be a poor-hearted craying telegram which I had received during the day :

ture that wud put a dacent boy off wud the likes av a

guinea, such a murdherin' cowld night as this." " GEOFPRY GREVILLE,

To HENRY GREVILLE, Esq., Derry Bawn Hotel,

Marathon Club,

It was, in good sooth, a bad night for a journey out into Carriy nia Golliogue,

London, w.

the mountains. The snow was descending slowly and Near Dhudheenoge. “ Come to this place as soon after receipt of this as possible. I am in a

steadily, falling noiselessly on every available object, enmess. It is not money."

veloping all in a seamless shroud. The bitter blast was

whistling through the gaunt and leafless trees, and the I was fairly puzzled. That there was a daughter of Eve river plashed onwards with a dreary, chilling monotony. in the case, I entertained not the slightest particle of doubt, Hastily looking to the safety of my pocket-flask, as travelbut the nature of the dilemma was a source of wondermen lers in the olden time were wont to examine the condition and mystery. My cousin Geoffry had not long been ga of their fire-arms. jerking the collar of my Ulster up into zetted to the gallant - th. He had joined his regiment at my hair, and pulling my hat over my ears, I sprang upon Athlone, in which classical locality, until the receipt of his the car, and wrapping a ruy over my knees as closely as telegram, I was under the delusive impression that he was though it was sticking-plaster, I quitted Westport amid the still sojourning.

jeers, execrations, howls, curses, and snowballs of the baffled Geoffry was of an “amorous complexion." The best and disappointed mendicants. dancer and the fastest — the best man to flirt and the fast Our progress was necessarily very slow, but it did not est - The best man to disconcert Materfamilias, and to require much power of observation to discern that the horse avoid the stereotyped interview with Paterfamilias. Fifty was of that description known as a “ garron," and that in men have been married for paying one-tenth less attention addition to constitutional weakness it was endowed with a to a marriageable daughter than Mr. Geoffry Greville. considerable amount of the well-known characteristics of He was always in love, but the idea of matrimony never the mule. It also possessed a peculiar habit of stopping seemed to ticker across his brain. “Pshaw! I sha n't without any premonitory symptoms, which produced the marry till I'm fifty; all the old fellows get all the young unpleasing effect of sending me forward with a jerk that girls,” was his in variable reply when remonstrated with threatened to fling me head-foremost into the snow, as upon the subject of his dilly-dallying.

though I were about to take a header into a foaming plungeUnder ordinary circumstances I should have allowed my bath. gay and festive kinsman to wriggle out of his mess as best “It's conthrairv he is," observed Mr. Michael Delany, he could, but the Chetwodes, with whom I invariably upon being remonstrated with ; “it's conthrairy ; divil a passed Christmas-tide had elected to remain in Rome, and ha'porth else." I was left on the bleak shore of London, alone. Conse “ Contrary! What do you mean?quently, it was rather a relief than otherwise to receive the | “lle has quare ways, yer anner. What wud ye think av telegram - a telegram that bespoke a most agreeable mys a baste that wud do the likes av this? — Wan day he cery. I use the word “ agreeable” advisedly, on the well swallied a half a soverin, an' all we cud get him to give up known principle that there is something not utterly dis | was sivin-an'-six, all through conthrairiness." pleasing in the misfortunes of even our best friends. “ Do you ever give him a drop of whiskey, Micky?. Having consulted Bradshaw, I found that the 8.25 from “I did wanst, and mebbe I did n't suffer for it!” This Euston would place me fairly en chemin; so ordering a nice was uttered with so much unction that my curiosity was little dinner, for which the chef at the Marathon is so awakened, and I asked him to enlighten me. famous, and a pint of Moët — dry – I gave myself up to “ Story-tellin' is dhry work, sir.” pondering upon the situation, and the rôle I was destined to “ Did you have a drink before you left Westport ? " play in the forthcoming sensation scene.

I will, sir, an' its plazin' to ye,” was the prompt re

sponse. On the evening of the 24th day of December, 187—, at

ng or the 24th day of December, 1874, at 1 Having mutually partaken of a modest quencher, Mr. about five o'clock, a traveller might have been descried | Delany proceeded — standing upon the steps of Daly's Hotel, in the town of “ Well, sir, there was wan night last winther, and a murWestport. The traveller was enveloped in a massive therin' wet night it was, when wan o' the militia sint for Ulster coat, and the Ulster coat which surrounded the me, for to dhrive him beyant Leenawn, this very road, for traveller was itself surrounded by a motley crowd, consist- to go to a party given be a gintleman's family. I did n't ing of a group of mendicants in every conceivable stage of care for the job, but as all quollity was goin', there was n't deformity, each of whom was engaged in jostling and villify- | a yoke for love or money but the very car yer sittin' on. ing his neighbor, but all of whom were actuated by a com- | So we kem to terms aisy enough, for I never fall out wud a mon motive, that of delivering the frieze-coated traveller of ' gintleman, an’ shure enough just all as wan as yerself, sir, you?”

he bad a sup in a flask, an' bestowed it wud an open an' « Murther, an' shure it is,' says I ; 'what's to be done divartin' band. Well, yer anner, just as we got about at all at all?' half-ways th' axle gev, and left us roarin' murther in the “Father Myles looked very hard at me, an' says he, middle o' the road.

Mick,' says he, you 're a good fisher.' "• What am I to do now, ye villyan?' says he.

“ • Divil a finer in Ireland, says I, for I was proud o' me 16 Sorra a bit I know,' says I, • barrin' ye walk,' says I. talent in that way, don't ye see.

«•I'm bet,' says he, . be raisin av my dhress boots,' says “Av I don't get a salmon for me Lord the Bishop for he.

to-morrow, Micky,' says he, hooking me wud bis eye, I'm 1. True for ye,' says I.

bet up intirely.' “ But there was luck in store for him, for up comes a “I seen what he mint while ye'd be winkin' at a leprashay bound for the same party, that gev him a sate. He chaun. ped me honest, and it was only whin he was a mile off that “ • Keep up yer sperrits, Father Myles,' says I, • for av I found the flask on the sate that you're sittin' on now. I there's a salmon in that lake now, he 'll be smoking undher dhrank his helth, and made the baste drink it too ; and his lordship's nose, or I 'll be contint fur to lose me stick.' somehow or another, begorra, the next thing I remimber was "Yer a dutiful son av the Church,' says Father Myles, me dhraggin' the car, an' that baste there sittin' up in me and away wud him acrass the bog like a young deer. sate as unconsarned as the Chief Baron chargin' for mur “ The night was murtherin' dark, an' rainin' that powther, an' beltin' me wud the whip as hard as he cud lick." ful that I was as wet as a gauger whin I got to the edge o' "And what then, Micky?”

the lake. I was afeard to thry for the fish in daylight, for “ I never giv him a taste o' sperrits from that night to the Great Life bad cess to thim, had their keepers as plinty this, yer anner.”

as blackberries, and these villyans wor always lookin' out “I'm greatly afraid that you were drunk, Micky." to get a dacent boy into throuble. Well, sir, I got out me “I was n't drunk.”

tools, and havin' swallied a good tent o' poteen, I set my “ Were you sober ?"

nit, and down I sot. It was the lonesomest night I ever “I was n't sober.”

spint, only the water splashin' and the sheep-dogs yelpin'. “ Well, if you were neither drunk nor sober, what were I kep me hand on the sthring reddy for a haul, but dickens

av å fish stirrin' at all at all. This won't do,' says I; He pulled up the too willing steed in order to give em- av the Bishop does n't get a taste o' fish, poor Father phasis to his reply

Myles will never get a parish. Well, sir, I sot there, wud “I was upon the difipsive, yer anner.”

the stbring in me hand, takin' an odd scoop at the hottle, This happy condition between the Scylla of intoxication an' me heart was very fretful all for the sake of Father and the Charybdis of sobriety was one which struck me as Myles, whin all of a suddint the sthring was pulled wud a being so exceedingly novel, from the fact of its being jerk that nigh dhragged me into the wather, and begorra, I delivered with the gravity of conviction, that I burst out had an illigant salmon. Hurroo !' says I, I'm not bet laughing.

yet,' and I hauled in the nit - and now, yer anner, comes « Troth, thin, I was much the same way the night I went the quare part of the story, and mind ye, it's as thrue as for to ketch the salmon for Father Myles Donovan, may the you're sittin' foreninst me on that sate. I tuk the fish heavens be his bed this blessed an' holy night" - here out av the nit (he was about eighteen pound) an' was goin' Micky crossed himself most devoutly - "an' if your anner to give him a rap to lave him aisy, wbin be stud up on the has a sketch o' sperrits contagious, I'd tell ye all about it." ind av his tail, threw out his fins, and med for to wrastle

Having promptly complied with Mr. Delany's request, me. I thought I'd humor him, for there was n't a boy in and politely asked him if he would like another sketch, he the barony cud stand foreninst me, an' I ketched him be replied

the fing. Sorra a word aither av us sed, but we set to and “No, I'm thankful to ye, sir; that's hapes, as Mrs. Mur ye'd hardly credit it' but he curled his tail round my pby remarked whin she swallied the crab.

right leg, and givin' a jolt wud his body, tuk a fall out o “Well, sir," he continued, after a ringing smack of the me. lips, like the crack of a whip, “ when I was a likely lump “Well, sir, it was very hurtful to me feelin's to be thrown av a gossoon, I lived over beyant at Leenawn, an' I was a be a fish, an' I was resolved to give him no quarther, powerful fisher. There was nothin' to bate me. I med whether he axed for it or not, but whin I scrambled to me me own fies, and invinted the choicest av bait, an' sorra a feet the thief av a salmon was gone. Well, sir, I was so fish that ever lept could take the consait out o' me. Well, bet up be me disgrace, an'a, daylight was comin', I picked sir, th' ould ancient Martins was dhruv out o' Ballenabinch up me tools, and I ups to Father Myles's house for to tell be raisin av the hard times, and a set of naygurs, called the him av me misfortune. It was fair light be the time I got Great Life Assurance — the curse o' Cruiwell on thim ! tbere ; an' jist as I was comin' up to the house, the sight tuk the roof from over the heads of the lawful owners.) left me eyes, for there was me salmon knockin' at the hallTroth, we bad plinty av law, plinty av assurance, but dick- dure, as bowld as brass. "Ye won't escape me now, any. ens a bit av life in the counthry sence they kem in it. I how,' says I, and I med at him; but the dure opened, an' was put out o' me sheelin' an* sint over to live on a bog I fell into the hall." that was half the year undher water and th' other half Here Micky Delany paused. stbrugglin' to dry. "No Christian at all at all cud live in “ Well, what became of the salmon, Micky?it, barrin' he was a say-gull or a dispinsary dhocthor ; the “ The Bishop et him," was the sententious reply. very snipes was bet up wud the newralgy. Well, sir, poor " And did Father Myles get a parish ?” Father Myles Donovan, rest his sowl, come to me wan “ Shure enough, yer ander." evenin' at th’ind o' Siptember, an' says he

“ And what did you get, Micky?" " • Are you there, Mick ?' says he.

“ Och, I got his blessin', and sorra much good it done “ I am, yer rivirence,' says I. "• I want to spake to ye particular an' private,' says I did not proceed with the investigation, as I perceived

that Delany did not wish to prolong it. “Troth, you're welkim, yer rivirence,' says I, an' out It had ceased to snow, and the moon evinced a decided we walked up the bog.

anxiety to have a peep at Micky Delany and myself. She “ • Me Lord the Bishop is coming to Derrymalooney to- pushed away two or three troublesome clouds from before morrow,' says he.

her face, and at length took a dull watery stare at us as if “«Och, murther, but that'll be a great day for yer rivir she had been suddenly awakened from her slumbers. This ence an' the Holy Church av Room ' says I.

little feminine curiosity on her part enabled us to perceive “. It will,' says he, but he has tuk me short,' says he. a dark object some hundred yards in advance, lying right I only get his letther tin minutes ago,' says he, ' an' to- | across our path. morrow is a black fast,' says he.

(Po be continued.)

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his opinion, that if it were only possible to have one proFOREIGN NOTES.

fessor, then, looking to the undeveloped riches of the

province, one of practical chemistry and physics was far M. ROCHEFORT proposes to make London his permanent more important than one of geometry. Dr. Rojas relates home.

what he terms “un incidente gracioso," which happened In the Musée in Brussels the fall of a cornice has inflicted

to Humboldt at Calabozo. On approaching the llanos he serious damage on two fine paintings by Rubens.

was very anxious to obtain information about the electrical

eels tembladores) which abound in the rivers of the digMR. William Allingham, the poet, has succeeded Mr.

trict. For this purpose he arranged to visit an eccentric J. A. Froude in the editorship of Fraser's Magazine. student of electrical science, who before the appointed

The announcement that Tupper is not coming to America time, contrived with great difficulty to place one of the to lecture seems almost too good to be true. Hepworth

animals en rapport with the knocker on his study door. Dixon, however, is coming in October.

The servant directed the visitor to rap, and on his doing

so, a discharge of electricity took place, throwing him to A Beggar in Paris bad on a card asking for subscrip

the ground. This delicate and hospitable attention was tions to enable him to pay his taxes. Perhaps a joke, but received by Humboldt with smiles. The standard of taste it took ; the people laughed, and paid.

varies, but it is hard to understand how such a vulgar SPEAKING of “ A Rose in June,” the London Athenæum practical joke could in any civilized country be considered says, “ Mrs. Oliphant is at ber very best again. The book « witty” or “ pleasing.” is a sad book, we should call it : miserable,' were we not

Dr. E. PAULUs, of Stuttgart, has published a report of afraid of being misunderstood, - but full of character, | his recent examination of a number of so-called Alemanic drawn with the most delicate of touches."

or Frankish graves, near Tuttlingen, in Würtemberg. The A Light of extraordinary brilliancy is said to have been skeletons, which had been tolerably well preserved in the obtained by Herr Hannecker, by directing the flame of a silicious deposits of the banks of the Danube, were in many spirit-lamp of peculiar construction, urged by a current of cases found without remains of clothing or industrial objects oxygen, against a cylinder fornied of carbonate of lime, of any kind. Near, some feminine ornaments were found, as magnesia, and olivine, compressed by hydraulic pressure. bronze earrings with pendants, and necklaces, composed of The olivine employed is a native silicate of magnosia.

colored glass and clay beads. One grave, which was remark

able for being upwards of five feet below the superimposed M. OFFENBACH has published a letter in which he an

deposits, while the majority were only about one and a half nounces his intention of instituting two annual prizes of

or two feet below the surface, contained the skeleton of a 1000 f. each, one for a comedy in one act, and the other

| largely-developed aged man, having at his right hand a for an opera-comique, the libretto of which will be provided.

long two edged iron sword, with a bronze inlaid wooden The successful works are to be played at least three times,

scabbard, a finely-cut iron spear-head, a small iron battle80 that the public may judge of their merits, and other

axe, and a highly ornamented ivory comb. This skeleton, managers see whether the productions are likely to suit

like the others, lay with the face turned towards the east, them.

and seemed, by the number and the perfection of the The Icelandic Thousand Years' Feast was celebrated weapons and other objects buried with him, to have been a by the Icelanders in Copenhagen with shut doors. At person of distinction. The sword and axes, which differ first none of their proceedings were published by the Da from any hitherto found in Würtemberg graves, and the nish papers, not unjustly offended at such inappropriate ex manner in which the bodies were laid in the ground, appear clusiveness. But the songs sung on the occasion have now to show that they belong to the Frankish age (from the been published, and they prove to be of more literary sixth to the eighth century). Some time ago numerous worth than anything the festival has yet produced. They fragments of Roman amphoræ and other vessels stamped are composed by the Icelandic poet Gísli Brynjúlfson. . with the letters C. POSV. RV. were found in the neigh.

borhood of these old graves, but while the latter were, as A CURIOUS innovation in high-life marriages in Paris is

already mentioned, embedded in the uppermost stratum of to be noticed ; that of only inviting young, and, above all,

the river deposits thrown up by repeated inundations of the single persons to lunch; the grave and heavy relatives be

stream, the Roman remains lay more than seven feet below ing invited at a monster dinner. It is also a compliment of a delicate nature for the bridegroom to present the bride

these superimposed beds, which must thus have been ac

cumulated with great rapidity during the period that bad with a prayer book printed in as many languages as she

intervened between the Roman occupation of Germany and speaks, the vignettes also to be as expressive as an addi.

the times of the Alemanic or Frankish inhabitants of the tional tongue. Since January, the practice is becoming more general for French newly-married couples to travel

Würtemberg territory. during the honeymoon.

Professor Stern, says The Academy, has met with a MS. volume preserved in the Archives of Bern, containing

VOICES OF THE DEAD. letters of the English Republicans who took refuge in Switzerland after the Restoration. These men resided at

A few snow-patches on the mountain-side,

A few white foam-flakes from the ebbing tide, Vevey, and corresponded with a certain Dr. Hummel, at

A few remembered words of malice spent, Bern, a celebrated theologian of the time, who had pre

The record of some dead man's ill intent, viously visited England. There is a series of letters written to him by Daniel Pennington and Elizabeth his

They cannot hurt us, all their sting is gone, wife. He was also in correspondence with Gataker, and

Their hour of cold and bitterness is done; with John Dury. The English republicans at Vevey seem

Yet deepest snows and fiercest lashing seas to have assumed pseudonyms. One letter is from “ William

Bring not such cold or bitter thoughts as these. Cawley, but synce I left my native soyle W. Johnson."

A few soiled lilies dropped by childish hands, Another from " Edm. Philippe, al: Ludlow.'

A few dried orange-blooms from distant lands, A LITTLE work entitled “Recuerdos de Humboldt por

A few remembered smiles of some lost friend, Aristides Rojas," is interesting as showing the almost idol

Few words of love some dear dead fingers penned, atrous respect which is paid to the memory of Humboldt in Spanish America. The additions to our knowledge of

They are not beautiful for love to see, Humboldt's life are very slight.

And death's pale presence seems in them to be ; There is a very sensible

Yet never living blooms, most fresh and gay, letter of his upon the proposal to endow a chair of mathe

Fill us with thoughts of love so sweet as they. matics in the University of Caracas, in which he expresses

F. W. BOURDILLON.

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