while below them the mists gathered in dark masses, which only wild beasts roam. What is called History so that on one side they could see no more of the teaches whatever is known of the events that have hapgreen earth, but only gloomy, lurid clouds. Presently pened in those countries which are inhabited, and in the thunder rolled among the clouds, the lightning which the people have had enough intelligence to preflashed, and after a fearful tempest the clouds fell in serve any records or accounts of past events. What is heavy hail and rain, and left the air clear again. The called the History of the World is therefore a history green earth shone and glistened in the sun as if the of only a small part of it. Even now we know nothing storm had refreshed it; everywhere but in one spot of what is happening in our own time in wide countries where there was fearful desolation. A village had been that were once the most advanced, and in others whose struck by the lightning and the fields, and the crops inhabitants are still in a savage state. Changes are round it ravaged and destroyed by the hail and wind. always going on, and there is much evil and sorrow Some of the cottages and corn stacks were on fire, and mixed with the good and happiness, because men the inhabitants might be seen wandering abont as if have not yet learned to love one another, and the strong oyerwhelmed by their misfortune.

have generally crushed the weak, instead of helping them. The children mourned over this havoc; but they said But when you learn history and hear of violence, cru. " those other villages all round are not hurt, and elty and suffering, you must remember the violet light their fields seem fresher and greener. Their people will over the ruined village. You will always find some go and help those poor villagers and give them all they goodness and greatness to rejoice in.. want and comfort them."

“ 'Tis always morning somewhere in the world.” Their mother smiled mournfully and answered," I As she spoke, the evening was drawing on. The earth hope they will, but we are not sure of it. If people in its daily round was bearing them away from the sun. would so help one another, there would not be much light, and the slanting rays were filling the transparent suffering; but they have not yet learned the true lesson veil with golden glory. All the mountain side was raof love. In the wide world there is always somewhere evil diant, and the whole view was taking new aspects of and pain, but always there is so much good and power beauty. They sat silently admiring and wondering at that if men would help one another in the true the loveliness. Meanwhile the quiet flocks, with their spirit of love, the good would overcome the evil. They fleeces glowing like gold in the bright beams, cropped learn this lesson slowly, but they are learning it.”. the grass, and never raised their eyes to look around.

The children grieved that they were weak and far off, And now another change came. The light fadedand could not help. But while they lamented, a sound the sun was hid from their sight--the world below was of piteous bleating was heard near, and their mother shrouded in darkness. But one after another the stars pointed to where a lamb was caught in a thicket, a appeared above, and soon the wide expanse was studshort distance below them. They scrambled down ded with their pure lights. They shone through the steep places, and through thorns, and set it free, and it transparent veil of air, now of a deep blue. The chilran swiftly to join the flocks that were returning dren'stood hand in hand, in the still night, and the towards the ruined village; and their mother comforted mother said, them by saying, “ the shepherd will not have the grief “In the morning the vine leaves close to your eyes of missing one of his lambs to-night, besides all the hid the distant view which stretched out there, though other losses there."

you did not see it. The beautiful world was spread And now another change came. A bright rainbow out before you when you stood on the hill; and wider appeared in the mists that hung over the earth below still it spread, and you saw the blue sea beyond from the mountain, and every object appeared in new and this rocky height; and then we thought of all that was glowing colours-violet, gold, orange, crimson, blue, beyond and out of our range of sight on the great green. The ruined village was bathed in violet light. globe,-lands and seas, and oceans. The mother told her children that all this beauty came Now all are hid in darkness. We cannot see what out of the same elements that made the storm, and she is near any more than what is far off. The present has said" the bright colours are like the sympathy that become the unseen. But we see above and all round, wakens in man's heart; and the violet light is like the these stars, which were there all day, but which were patience that sorrow teaches.”

hid from us by the light that was present and the world She said again, —“The great world is like this por- that was nearer to our eyes, just as the distant view tion of it that is now under your eyes. You see rich was hid by the vine leaves. valleys and uplands on one side, and rocky arid plains These stars are other worlds and other suns rolling in on others. Thriving towns and rich mansions in some space. Remember how the present world and the directions, and poor huts and ruined cottages in others. nearer light hid them from your eyes, and learn to send So it is all over the carth. There are countries enjoying your thoughts onward into what is, but is unseen.delicious climates and full of riches and plenty, and She said again, “ When the lovely sunset filled your other countries in frozen regions sterile and poor, and hearts with wonder and admiration, you saw that the there is every variety of country and climate between, quiet flocks fed on, and did not raise their eyes to it. producing wealth and good gifts. If you could see the The spirit of beauty which is shed from all forms and whole, you would feel that if each would help all and colours into your hearts is unfelt by them. That spirit all help each, none would want; for whatever is good of beauty is shed again upon you from these stars, and for man is produced somewhere on the earth, and if dis- tells you of their Creator--the Infinite Spirit, present, asters or ruin overwhelm any portion of it, there are but invisible, because Spirit is hid from our eyes by the abundance of prosperous portions to help, if only sym- great universe, as the stars were hid by the lightof the sun.” pathy and love could light up in man's heart like the

The children knelt beside their mother, but they cobright rainbow in the mists left by the storm.”

vered their faces and said, She said also, “ the great world is like what you see

“God is great and we cannot see him. We are as under your eyes in this respect also that it is thickiy peo- nothing before him.” pled in some parts, and lying waste and empty in

Then the mother said in a soft voice, “Remember others. It has always been so, and it is so still. There Him who told us that He was the way, the Truth, and the are countries full of life and progress, and there are Life. He told us also, that the Infinite Spirit who was His wide tracts thinly peopled by wandering tribes, and Father and our Father, His God and our God, is Love.” others without people at all. Some of these are the

The children raised their faces and prayed, and the richest and most beautiful parts of the earth, bearing first words of their prayer were “ Our Father.” splendid trees and glorious fruits and flowers, among * This beautiful line is taken from “Orion" by R. H. Horne,

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legs, and impede his motions : but it is commonly tied

up so cleverly short, that it is no inconvenience at all, BY WILLIAM HOWITT.

and the dog generally rushes out to have a look at the

passing car, and then goes and lies down with great Visit to EDGEWORTHSTOWN.-Miss EDGEWORTH.

satisfaction, no doubt persuaded that he has rendered

a great public service, and driven horse, car, and traEDGEWORTHSTOWN lies in the county of Longford, veller quite away from the village. abo:1t sixty-six miles W.N.W. of Dublin. As this place Besides these canine guardians of the peace, two or was not far out of my way, in the Autumn of 1845, three policemen were, as everywhere in Ireland, genewhen I visited Laracor, the one-time residence of Swist, rally in sight, in close jacket and trousers of olive and Lismore, “ The Deserted Village” of Goldsmith, I green, with broad, black belts round their waists with halted there for the night, in order to have the a large gilt buckle, a little box like a cartouche box, pleasure of seeing Miss Edgeworth. My way by the and a bayonet appended. Over one door in each village celebrated Hill of Tara, and the old town of Trim, was invariably a black board like a little coffin lid with led me amongst some of the most venerable ruins and a crown upon a cypher, and surrounded by the words, renowned antiquities of Ireland. These I do not here POLICE STATION. pause to notice. A few miles drive from Trim, in a Rags and dirt became more plentiful at every step. car brought me out upon the highway from Dublin to There was a most amazing display of trousers without Longford, where I met the mail as I had agreed, and legs ; waistcoats without buttons; and coats which are mounting it, soon found myself leaving the cultivated not patched, they are a matting of patches, all loose country, and advancing into a somewhat dreary, level, at one end; being a rude imitation of feathers. The and boggy one. From about nine in the morning till true Irishman in his grey frieze short, bob-tailed coat, three in the afternoon our drive continued through this breeches, (he is faithful to breeches in spite of all kind of country. The farther we went the more changes) and his funny little hat with narrow and Irish it became. The country in the immediate neigh- slouched brim, was there in abundance. The old wobourhood of Dublin was varied and beautiful. Farther men swarmed round us at every stopping, and promised on it was more monotonous, but still well-farmed and heaven and earth to us for a halfpenny. Grope out cultivated, with decent farming villages, and fine trees. the copper, your honour, and the Lord surround you But now the whole landscape became bare moorland, with his blessings. Drop us a little sixpence or a little and extremely flat and uninteresting. The cottages de fourpenny bit, and we'll divide it faithfully, and the generated from stone to mud. They then got to have childer will be a praying for you as they peel the taties. wicker-work chimneys, and then no chimneys at all. Divide the money, your honour, and the Lord diThere was a hole in the ridge of the roof, but much vide heaven with ye.”—"Now don't be a pushing me oftener out of the side for the escape of the smoke ; wid my poor arm, said a woman at one place to a and sometimes this hole was in the wall instead of the man at her elbow, showing an arm wrapped in bandage roof; sometimes neither chimney nor window was to be no doubt to excite pity, and the thing said to catch your seen, but the smoke was rolling out of the door. Pigs, attention, —" I'm not pushing you,” said the man.geese, hens, and asses, were walking in and out of the “No I know ye ai’nt,” replied the woman with the pohouses, as coolly as the people. By almost every cabin liteness of a Frenchwoman, “but I am only afeard were two goats with their legs tied, and yoked together lest ye should." "Indulge your fatherly feelings by a cord. They were the cows of these particular towards the poor babby whose father's at sea,” exclaimed families. Then there were several enormous black and another, holding up a child towards one of the paswhite pigs basking on the dunghill, which is, through- sengers.—“I have nothing,” replied the gentleman, out Ireland, placed plump before the door; or they and out of nothing, nothing can come.”—"The Lord were wallowing in its wetter depths. Besides these created the world out of nothing, your honour,” recreatures, there was sure to be a little dog with a little plied the quick-witted woman.—“But I'm not the clog hung round his neck. This I was told was instead Lord,” said the traveller.”—“Your honour's one of of a muzzle, and was required by the police, as the the Lord's creation.”_" And so are you,” retorted the clog is supposed, if the dog run, to get between his man, “and if that gives you any power of creating

something out of nothing, why don't you create a penny “ It is because I'm not just fit to be seen there, and not bother me for it?”—“ I'm no coiner, your because of the raggedness of my clothes,” said the honour.”—“Nor I either,” added the traveller. boy. “Oh! yes, your honour, you can coin the silver out of * And who may your parents be, and what are they the gold, and the copper out of the silver, very aisy!" doing that they don't see you better clad, and a going

The coach rolled on, and it was well, for the tra- to the chapel on a Sunday?” veller had found his match. Instead of the old women "I can't exactly say,' replied the boy, " what they whom we left behind, we now passed young ones walk- may be doing just now, because they have been dead ing along the road with their cloaks, not upon their some years, and I get along as well as I can without shoulders, but upon their heads, and with dirty bare feet, them.” which made one query whether they washed them be “But you should not neglect going to chapel,” said fore going to bed, if they ever do go to bed.

the priest,

" and if you are ashamed of your clothes, Such were the scenes that continued to present them- why, I would have you get up hetimes in the morning, selves in the villages; the country little enclosed and and step into the chapel when nobody is there and say less cultivated; very fertile, but farmed in a most slo- your prayers, and depend upon it God will be dropping venly manner. It seemed to want every human assist something or other in your way." ance that land can want;---draining, fencing, planting, So the boy thanked his reverence for his advice, and ploughing, weeding, and often manuring. In general, promised to follow it. Some time after, as the priest however, there were abundant crops, but nobody seemed was going the same way, he saw the same boy, but now the better for it. Amid occasional displays of har- very much altered in appearance; and being very well vests and potatoes, there were abundance of what may dressed. be called capital pigsties, but very wretched houses; a “Well, iny boy, did you follow my advice, and do land of rags and cabins, of weeds, thistles, rag-wort, you go now to chapel ? and rushes, which prosper unmolested.

" Ah! bless your reverence,” replied the lad, “ that Well, through such a country I advanced towards I did, indeed, and I wish I had seen you years before, Edgeworthstown. To make the way more cheerful, for it was the best day of my life when I did sec however, we had a jolly Irish coachman, who did not you.' let his tongue have much rest the whole of the time. “How was that?" asked the priest. He praised the country, the people, everything. His Why, God bless your reverence! I got up early in horses" Aint they nate catile now? Aint they good the morning, as you advised me, and went away to the boys now? That's a fine large horse now-and that's a chapel, and as I did not want to be seen, I slipped in good dale to say—there are so many fine horses in Ire. quietly and got behind the door, and began to say my land.” In the next village that we should arrive at, he prayers, and sure enough, it was just as your reverence assured me, who, he saw was an Englishman, that the said it would be-Providence was after dropping someyoung women were the very handsomest in all Ireland ; thing in my way directly. When I first went in, there and in the next the very best natured fellows in the whole was nobody there, but presently there came a blind land, and so on. As a country girl passed us—“Faith, is'nt man, and he put his head into the chapel and said, ' Is she there a fine little darling. Ould Ireland is proud of anybody here?” and when nobody answered, for I kept her pretty girls, any how." The country-houses that quite still

, for I would see what Providence would be after, we passed, which were few, were the very finest in all the blind man entered and made his way to a seat, and Ireland, and the inhabitants the most affluent. If you began saying his prayers. And presently another blind asked why these rich people did not enclose the wastes, nan came and put in his head, and said, ' Is anybody and drain them. “Oh! what were the poor people to here ?' And the first blind man answered and said do for peats then ?" If you objected to the rank crops" There is nobody but me, and I am blind." And of ragworts in the pastures, he assured you that it was with that the second blind man entered, and made his capital farming-the grass grew so in the shade of way to the first blind man, and sate down by his side, the ragworts. In fact, he was a regular Irish optimist. aud they began to talk. And the one blind man asked Everything was the best in the world.

the other how long he had been blind, and he said Then he and some of the passengers amused them." eighteen years.” selves with matches at counting the living objects on Eighteen years ! that is a very long time, why, you each side of the road for a certain distance-a rook, an must have saved a power of money in all that time.' ass, or an old woman, reckoning one, a sheep three, a Nay,” replied the first man, "not so much as you horse or cow five, and so on. It was wonderful what would think-bad has been my best luck. I have only merriment and interest they contrived to extract out of saved £10, and I have it stitched into my cap here, lest this. We came to a milestone that was broken in two. any one should steal it." “Ah! see what some evil-disposed person has done "And that is very odd, i'faith," said the second man, now!” exclaimed the witty whip.“ that is the eighth - for I have been blind only six years, and I have saved milestone to

and the villain has broken it in just £10 too, and I have it stitched into my cap here, two, and made sixteen of it, and we shall have double that nobody may steal it." the distance to go!

"And with that your reverence," said the boy, “I And then he told stories. We may take one as a spe- saw that all your reverence had said was the truth; cimen. Some Irish reapers bound for England passing and that Providence had dropped something in my way us, I asked whether it were true that on their return immediately. So I up and went softly up to the men, from the expedition the people of one vicinity would and took each his cap away out of his hand, and made entrust their collective gains to one man to bring over? for the door. But oh! the two blind men but they "Oh, no!” said he, * don't believe it. It is hard were astonished, and they seized cach other by the trusting any one in this world. A priest going along throat, and one said— 0 ye thief of the world! but one Sunday on the road, saw a boy in a very ragged ye have stolen my cap and my money from me!!” and dress sitting dangling his feet in the water of a brook the other said— Nay, ye thief of the world! but ye that ran by it.

have stolen my cap and my money!! And to it, they "Well, my boy," said the good father, “what makes went like furies, and when the people came into the you sit there to-day, and why don't you go to the chapel they found them rolling on the floor together, chapel!"

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the other had robbed the one-but no caps nor money ple. They may put their works but not themselves into were there to be seen-and then both the men were more new editions in this world. Miss Edgeworth must, in astonished than ever. But I was by that time far across fact, stand now nearly, if not quite, at the head of Brithe fields, blessing your reverence for the true words tish authors in point of years. In person she is small, ye had said to me, for, true enough, Providence had and at first had an air of reserve; but this in a few midropped something in my way all at once. And now nutes quite vanished, and with it at least the impression your reverence sees that I dress decently as any boy of of a score years in appearance. One would expect from them all, and go to the chapel every Sunday; and often her writings a certain staidness and sense of propriety. I bless the day that I met your reverence as I did.” All the propriety is there, but the gravity is soon lighted

This story, which reminded me of something like it up with the most affable humour, and a genuine love of somewhere in “The Arabian Nights,” elicited much joke and lively conversation. When I entered, the two merriment; and no one seemed to think anything of the other ladies were writing at the library table, Miss morality of it. It was a capital joke; and illustrated Edgeworth at a small table near the fire. The room the coachman's saw—“That it is hard trusting anyone was a large room, supported by a row of pillars, so as in this world."

to give views into the grounds on two sides. We were And so we arrived at Edgeworthstown. The town is, soon engaged in animated conversation on many liteindeed, a tolerable village, but of a considerably better rary topics and persons; and Miss Edgeworth handed aspect; of stone houses with white-washed walls, glass me the last new novel of Miss Bremer, which had been windows, and, many of them, slate roofs. The Edge- forwarded by me from the author; requesting me to worths' house is near the entrance from Dublin. It place a written translation under Miss Bremer's autostands on the right hand, at perhaps two hundred yards graph inscription of the copy to herself. To do this she distance from the road in its park, well wooded, and put into my hand the silver pen which had been prewith a fine rich turf. It lies too, higher than the coun- sented to her by Sir Walter Scott. try in general, and therefore above the bog, and being She then volunteered to show me the gardens and well wooded, and encircled with a thick belt of trees, grounds; and this remarkable woman speedily enyou walk in the park, which is a mile round, and for- veloped in bonnet and shawl, led the way with all the get all the dreary wastes around. The house is large, a lightness and activity of youth. Mrs. Francis soon fitting squire's house, and looks lordly and imposing as joined us, and we went the whole circuit of the park, you pass.

which as I have already said, is a mile. Not far from At the only inn in Edgeworthstown I desired them to the house near the foot path, and beneath the trees I oblet me have a beefsteak, but found that no such thing served an urn placed upon a pedestal, and inscribed, was to be had. A mutton chop was the highest point

"To HONORA, in the culinary department to be reached. The waiter

1780.” said, that no cattle were killed in Edgeworthstown, Honora Sneyd, the lady affianced to the unfortunate they got their meat from Longford, and that seldom Major Andre, but afterwards married to Mr. Lovel more than mutton was wanted. This would have asto- Edgeworth. nished a traveller in England in any place dignifying it

We then went into the gardens. The ladies appear self with the name of town, but in Ireland we soon to dig and delve a good deal in them themselves. Miss cease to be astonished at anything but the general po- Edgeworth said she had been setting out some geraniverty. Having got such a luncheon as the inn afforded, ums that day, though so late as September. The bogI walked up to the hall. Here I found a very cordial plants appeared wonderfully flourishing, and yet no reception. In the true Irish spirit of hospitality, Mrs. wonder, when we consider that the whole country is a Edgeworth was anxious that I should transfer myself at bog, and that they can supply their beds at no exonce from the village inn to her ample mansion, where pense. there was as much abundance as in any English house In our round we came to a little secluded garden, of the same pretensions.

which Mrs. Francis told me they had laid out for her, I found the ladies sitting in a large and handsome and her children, and where they had built a little sumlibrary, busy writing letters. These ladies consisted of mer-house of heath. It was very retired and pretty. Mrs. Elgeworth, the widow of Lovell Edgeworth; Miss Miss Edgeworth made some enquiries after a gentleman Edgeworth, and Mrs. Francis Edgeworth, the wife of the not far from London, and asked me if I knew him, to Frank of Miss Edgeworth's tale.

which I replied, that my only intercourse with him had Mrs. Edgeworth, a very agreeable and intelligent been a correspondence about a gardener who offered woman, surprised me by her comparative youth as the himself to me, and referred to this gentleman as his widow of Miss Edgeworth's father. She appeared not former employer. That on asking the man why he had much more than forty, while Miss Edgeworth must be left, he said that it was entirely because this gentleman nearly twice that age. So far as age goes, it would and himself could not agree on the true manner of culhave appeared quite in order, if that had been reversed, tiyating a certain rose. That both master and himself and Miss Edgeworth had stood as mother, and Mrs. were great rose fanciers, and each thought he knew Edgeworth as the daughter-in-law. Till that moment, best how to grow them. That in most cases he acknowI was not aware that Miss Edgeworth resided with her ledged his master's skill and knowledge, but that in this mother-in-law, but imagined her the occupant of the instance he could not. He believed himself right, and family mansion. I soon found, however, that Mrs. his master wrong; and that they grew so warm resEdgeworth was the head of the establishment, and that pecting it, that he gave his master notice to quit, rather Miss Edgeworth and Mr. Francis Edgeworth and his fa- than be compelled to murder, as he called it, a fine mily resided with her. Mrs. Francis Edgeworth, a Spa- and unique rose, by an improper mode of treatment. nish lady, lively, intelligent, and frank in her manners, That on referring to the gentleman, he confirmed the surrounded by a troop of charming children, appeared account in all its particulars, giving the man a most exas thoroughly familiar with English literature as if she cellent character, both as a man and a gardener, but had spent all her life in Great Britain.

so obstinate about this one rose, that he threw up his My first impression of Miss Edgeworth was surprise place a martyr to his system of science, the master at her apparent age. We read books and imagine their having become as obstinate from opposition to a favourite authors always young; but time is never so forgetful. whim, as to let him do it! He bears along with him authors as well as other peo This story infinitely diverted Miss Edgeworth, and

THE SCAFFOLD. seeing Mrs. Edgeworth at a distance she called her to hear it.

A dog's-death for the blood-stained one!On our return to the house we were joined by Mr. God-man of Nazareth, Francis Edgeworth, and at dinner and during the even Thus do we keep the holy words ing we had a deal of talk of poetry and poets. Mr. Thy great Evangel saith. Edgeworth seemed particularly to admire Wordsworth, Evil for evil render not, Southey, Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats, and thought Vengeance belongs to Heaven: Keats had never yet had justice done him. In this we Shew mercy, if you hope by it agreed, and indeed in most of the sentiments expres At last to be forgiven. sed; Mr. Edgeworth, being liberal in politics as well as

An iron chain, a fearful, dark, in poetry. The ladies as well as Mr. Edgeworth, ex

And narrow prison cell. pressed their great obligation to Mrs. Howitt, for the

With thoughts of horror all too great introduction of Miss Bremer's works, and of a taste for

For mortal tongue to tell; the northern languages and literature in general. They

The sinner with the tempter still had fallen into the error which has been very common,

Is left to struggle on especially in America, of supposing William and Mary

Till from the soul repentance goes, Howitt were brother and sister, instead of husband and wife.

As Hope before hath gone. We do not intend here to enter into any remarks on

A brother, crime hath deeply stained the writings of Miss Edgeworth, which are sufficiently

In Heaven's clear righteous eye,

Yet still a brother grace may save, well known to all readers, but there is one characteristic of them which has naturally excited much wonder,

Hurried away to die. and that is, that in none of them does she introduce the

And such a death, oh! shame, oh! shame subject of religion, but confines herself to morals and

Hop'st thou to be forgiven, their influence. We have been told, and we believe on

The wielding of the sword which yet good authority, the origin of this. Her father being a

Belongs alone to Heaven. disbeliever in revealed religion, she made a promise to Man, can'st thou give the life thus ta'en, him never to write in favour of religion if he would Hast thou omnipotence, consent never to write against it. Through a long life To bring again the soul, perchance she has faithfully observed the compact, and the fact of Unstained by blood, sent hence ? its existence may explain what to so many has been a Thou cans't not, impious then thy hand source of surprise. Whilst she may thus have rendered As is thy justice blind a service to religion, in her opinion, by guarding it

To strike the blow of Heaven, yet lack from what she might deem a formidable attack, she Heaven's all-discerning mind. has rendered pre-eminent service to her country by Blest law of gentleness, and peace, pourtraying its wants and characteristic failings, and By Christ's own lips proclaim'd, rousing a spirit of patriotism in the breasts of her coun Give us to follow him, that we trymen. Long before any other writers of her country

May by his name be named. she made domestic fictions the vehicle of great and ne Oh thou that pourest healing balm cessary truths, and at the present moment, after so Into the wounded spirit, many have followed in her steps, she again agreeably Still may we, as we own thy power surprises us by her new volume for the young, display

Thy mercy too inherit. ing in her Orlandino a vigour that seems to bid defiance


GEORGE HUME. In conversing with Miss Edgeworth on the condition and prospects of Ireland, I was somewhat surprised to

THE RICH AND THE POOR. hear her advocate the laissez faire system. She con

By ROBERT STORY. tended that Ireland was steadily progressing, and would do very well if people would not force their political The high-born commander who fearlessly leads nostrums upon her. She described the advance in the His host or his fleet in the “ cause of mankind," condition of the country and the people in her time, as Is enriched if he lives, and is mourned if he bleeds, most striking. What must it have been then? Of course, While his name is in song and in story enshrined. she would have an equality of legislation for the whole But the soldier, or sailor, whose arm won the daykingdom, and that in fact includes almost everything. Who survives, it may be, with the loss of a limb Ireland herself would rise from her present misery and What hand will enrich him, what guerdon repay, degradation with that advantage; yet it would be What song will resound through the nations for him? slowly, for length of time for recovery must be in some The favoured by Fortune, the favoured by Birth, proportion to the length and force of the infliction.

Who earned, or inherit the wealth they have got, With present justice, there requires a grand compen. Enjoy all the good Heaven pours upon earth, sation for the past, by a kindly but fair application of And have flatterers that call them the gods they are not. every means that can employ the people, especially in But the poor man whose toil has produced all this wealth, the cultivation of the land.

Whose sinews have shrunk, and whose eyes have As I was going the next day to visit Pallasmore and Auburn, the birth-place and youthful residence of Gold- What heart thinks of him, in his sickness or health ? smith, I could not have been in a better quarter for in What flatterer will waste a soft phrase upon him ? formation, Pallasmore being on their own estate. About ten o'clock a stately old servant conducted me Enough of old parties and leaders; we want to the inn with a lantern, and thus closed my short but

A leader and party with heart and with nerve, agreeable visit to Miss Edgeworth.

Who will wORK with a zeal which no obstacles daunt

To win for the masses the rights they deserve. 0, never did party in England yet drain

A cup filled, like theirs, with delight to the brim ! And never did leader the blessings obtain

That will gratefully shower from all hearts upon him !

to years.

grown dim

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