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stalks o' barley upon your head, if you heard all I could no pride to myself, Phil, out o' sich things. Some people's mintion."
gifted above others, an' that's all. But, Phil ?” Phil instinctively put his hand up and pressed down his hạt, “ Well, ma'am?" as if it had been disposed to fly from off his head.
“ How does the Dandy an' his scald of a wife agree? for, “ Hem! ahem! Why, I'm tould it's wonderful. But is it throth, I'm tould she's nothing else." thrue, Mrs Moan, that you have been brought on business to “Faix, but middlin' itself. As I tould you, she often has some o' the"-here Phil looked about him cautiously, and us as empty as a paper lanthern, wid divil a thing but the light lowered his voice to a whisper-"to some o' the fairy women ?” of a good conscience inside of us. If we pray ourselves, be
“ Husth, man alive—what the sorra timpted you to call gorra she'll take care we'll have the fastin' at first cost; so them anything but the Good People ? This day's Thursday, that you see, ma'am, we hould a devout situation undheç her," God stand betune us an' harm. No, Phil, I name nobody. Ån' so that's the way wid you ?" But there was a woman, a midwife-mind, avick, that I don't Ay, the downright thrųth, an' no mistake. Why, the say who she was-may be I know why too, an' may be it would stirabout she makes would run nine miles along a deal boord, be as much as my life is worth”
an' scald a man at the far end of it." “ Aisey, Mrs Moan! God presarve us! what is that tall Throth, Phil, I never like to go next or near sich women thing there to the right!"-and he commenced the Lord's or sich places, but for the sake o' the innocent we must forget Prayer in Irish as fast as he could get out the words. the guilty. So push an, avick, push an. Who knows but
Why, don't you see, boy, its a fir-tree, but sorra movin' it's life an' death wid us? Have you ne'er a spur on ?" it's movin.”
“ The divil a spur I tuck time to wait for." “ Ay, faix, an' so it is; bedad I thought it was gettin' taller “Well, afther all, it's not right to let a messager come for an' taller. Ay !-hut ! it is only a tree.'
a woman like me, widout what is called the Midwife's Spur “ Well, dear, there was a woman, an' she was called away -a spur in the head-for it has long been said that one in the one night by a little gentleman dressed in green. I'll tell you head is worth two in the heel, an' so indeed it is,--on busithe story some time-only this, that havin' done her duty, an'ness like this, any way." tuck no payment, she was called out the same night to a neigh- “ Mrs Moan, do you know the Moriartys of Ballaghmore, bour's wife, an'a purtier boy you couldn't see than she left ma'am ?" behind her. But it seems she happened to touch one of his “ Which o' them, honey?" eyes wid a hand that had a taste of their panado an it ; an' “ Mick o'the Esker Beg." as the child grew up, every one wondhered to hear him speak “ To be sure I do. A well-favoured dacent family they are, of the multitudes o' thim that he seen in all directions. Well, an' full o' the world too, the Lord spare it to them." my dear, he kept never sayin' anything to them until one day “ Bedad, they are, ma'am, a well-favoured family. Well, when he was in the fair of Ballycomaisy, that he saw them ma'am, isn't it odd, but somehow there's neither man, woman, whippin' away meal and cotton and butther, an' everything that nor child in the parish but gives you the good word above all they thought serviceable to them ; so you see he could hould in the women in it; but as for a midwife, why, I heard my no longer, an' says he to a little fellow that was very active aupt say that if ever mother an' child owended their lives to an' thievish among them, . Why duv you take what doesn't another, she did her and the babby's to you." belong to you?' says he. 1
The little fellow looked up at him”- The reader may here perceive that Phil's flattery must have “ God be about us, Rose, what is that white thing goin' along had some peculiar design in it, in connection with the Morithe ditch to the left of us?"
artys, and such indeed was the fact. But we had better al. " It's a sheep, don't you see ? Faix, I believe you're cow- low him to explain matters himself, ardly at night.'
Well, honey, sure that was but my duty; but God þe Ay, faix, an' so it is, but it looked very quare somehow." praised for all, for every thing depinds on the Man above. “ – An' says he, ‘How do you know that ? • Bekase I see She should call in one o' those newfangled women who take you all,' says the other. ' An' which eye do you see us all out their Dispatches from the Lying-in College in Dublin bewid ?' says he again. Why, wid the left," says the boy. low; for you see, Phil, there is sich a place there--an' it Wid that he gave a short whiff of a blast up into the eye, an' stands to raison that there should be a Fondlin' Hospital befrom that day not a stime the poor boy was never able to see side it, which there is too, they say; but, honey, what are wid it. No, Phil
, I did'nt say it was myself-I named nobody." these poor ignorant cratures but new lights, every one o' them, “An', Mrs Moan, is it thrue that you can put the dughaughs that a dacent woman's life isn't safe wid ?“ upon them that trate their wives badly?"
“ To be sure, Mrs Moan; an' every one knows they're not " Whisht, Phil. When you marry, keep your timper - to be put in comparishment wid a woman like you, that knows that's all.—You knew long Ned Donnelly ?"
sich a power. But how does it happen, ma'am, that the " Ay, bedad, sure enough ; there was quare things said Moriartys does be spakin' but middlin' of you?" about" Push an, avick, push an; for who knows how “Of me, avick?"* some of us is wanted? You have a good masther, I believe, “Ay, faix ; I'm tould they spread the mouth at you somePhil? It's poison the same Ned would give me if he could times, espishily when the people does be talkin' about all the Push an, dear.
quare things you can do." Phil felt that he had got his answer. The abrupt mystery
• Well, well, dear, let them have their laugh-they may of her manner and her curt allusions left him little indeed to laugh that win, you know, Still one doesn't like to be pro
In this way did the conversation continue, Phil fe- voked—no indeed." loniously filching, as he thought, from her own lips, a corro- “ Faix, an' Mick Moriarty has a purty daughther, Mrs boration of the various knowledge and extraordinary powers Moan, an'a purty penny he can give her, by all accounts. which she was believed to possess, and she ingeniously feed. The nerra one o' myself but would be glad to put my comedher ing his credulity, merely by enigmatical hints and masked on her, if I knew how. I hope you find yourself aisey on your allusions ; for although she took care to affirm nothing direct- sate, ma'am?" ly or personally of herself, yet did she contrive to answer “I do, honey. Let them talk, Phil, let them talk; it may him in such a manner as to confirm every report that had gone come their turn yet--only I didn't expect it from them. You! abroad of the strange purposes she could effect.
hut, avick, what chance would you have with Mick Moriarty's “ Phil, wasn't there an uncle o' yours up in the Mountain daughther?” Bar that didn't live happily for some time wid his wife ?" Ay, every chance an' sartinty too, if some one that I
“ I believe so, Rose ; but it was before my time, or any know, and that every one that knows her, respects, would way when I was only a young shaver.”
only give me a lift. There's no use in comin' about the bush, * An' did you ever hear how the reconcilement came be- Mrs Moan—bedad it's yourself I mane. You could do it. tune them?"
An', whisper, betune you and me it would be only sarvin' No, bedad," replied Phil, “ I never did ; an' that's no them right, in regard of the way they spake of you—sayin', wondher, for it was a thing they never liked to spake of.” indeed, an' galivantin' to the world that you know no more
“ Throth, it's thrue for you, boy. Well, I brought about | than another woman, an' that ould Pol Doolin of Ballyma
-Push an, dear, push an.— They're as happy a couple now gowan knows oceans more than you do." as breaks bread, any way, and that's all they wanted.
This was perhaps as artful a plot as could be laid for en“ I'd wager a thirteen it was you did that, Rose.” gaging the assistance of Mrs Moan in Phil's design upon
“ Hut, gorsoon, hould your tongue. Sure they're happy Dow, I say, whosomever did it. I named nobody, nor I tako This term in Ireland means "handsome"_"good-looking."
Moriarty's daughter. He knew perfectly well that she would damped Keho's mirth considerably, At length he himself was not, anless strongly influenced, lend herself to any thing of sent for by the Midwife, who wished to speak with him at the kind between two persons whose circumstances in life dif- the door. fered so widely as those of a respectable farmer's daughter “I hope there's nothing like danger, Rose?" with a good portion, and a penniless labouring boy. With " Not at all, honey; but the truth is, we want a seventh great adroitness, therefore, he contrived to excite her preju- son who isn't left-handed." dices against them by the most successful arguments he could “ A seventh son! Why, what do you want him for ?" possibly use, namely, a contempt for her imputed knowledge, Why, dear, just to give her three shakes in his arms; and praise of her rival. Still she was in the habit of acting it never fails." coolly, and less from impulse than from a shrewd knowledge “ Bedad, an' that's fortunate ; for there's Mickey M'Sorley of the best way to sustain her own reputation, without un- of the Broad Bog's a seventh son, an' he's not two gunshots dertaking too much.
from this." “Well
, honey, an' so you wish me to assist you? Maybe “Well, aroon, hurry off one or two o' the boys for him, and I could do it, and maybe But push an, dear, move him ản; | tell Phil, if he makes haste, that I'll have a word to say to we'll think of it, an' spake more about it some other time. him afore I go.” This intimation to Phil put feathers to his I must think of what's afore me now—so move, move, acushla; heels; for from the moment that he and Barny started, he push an."
did not once cease to go at the top of his speed. It followed Much conversation of the same nature took place between as a matter of course that honest Micky M Sorely dressed them, in which each bore a somewhat characteristic part; for himself and was back at Keho's house before the family to say truth, Phil was as knowing a “ boy" as you might wish believed it possible the parties could have been there. This to become acquainted with. In Rose, however, he had a ceremony of getting a seventh son to shake the sick woman, woman of no ordinary shrewdness to encounter; and the con- in cases where difficulty or danger may be apprehended, is one sequence was, that each after a little more chat began to un- which frequently occurs in remote parts of the country. To derstand the other a little too well to render the topic of the be sure, it is only a form, the man merely taking her in his Moriartys, to which Phil again reverted, so interesting as it arms, and moving her gently three times. The writer of had been. Rose soon saw that Phil was only a plasthey, or this, when young, saw it performed with his own eyes, as the sweetener, and only “soothered” her for his own purposes ; saying is; but in his case the man was not a seventh son, for and Phil perceived that Rose understood his tactics too well no such person could be procured. When this difficulty arises, to render any further tampering with her vanity either safe or any man who has the character of being lucky, provided he successful.
is not married to a red-haired wife, may be called in to give At length they arrived at Dandy Keho's house, and in a | the three shakes. In other and more dangerous cases Rose moment the Dandy himself took her in his arms, and, placing would send out persons to gather half a dozen heads of blasther gently on the ground, shook hands with and cordially ed barley; and having stripped them of the black fine pow. welcomed her. It is very singular, but no less true, that the der with which they were covered, she would administer it in moment a midwife enters the house of her patient, she always a little new milk, and this was always attended by the best uses the plural number, whether speaking in her own person effects. It is somewhat surprising that the whole Faculty or in that of the former.
should have adopted this singular medicine in cases of similar " You're welcome, Rose, an' I'm proud an' happy to see difficulty, for in truth it is that which is now administered you here, an' it'll make poor Bridget strong, an give her under the more scientific name of Ergot of rye. courage, to know you're near her."
In the case before us, the seventh son sustained his reputa. "How are we, Dandy ? how are we, avick?"
tion for good luck. In about three quarters of an hour "Oh, bedad, middlin', wishin' very much for you of coorse, Dandy was called in “ to kiss a strange young gintleman that as I hear"
wanted to see him.” This was an agreeable ceremony to “ Well, honey, go away now. I have some words to say Dandy, as it always is, to catch the first glimpse of one's own afore I go in, that`ll sarve us, maybe_a charm it is that has first-born. On entering he found Rose sitting beside the bed great vartue in it."
in all the pomp of authority and pride of success, bearing the The Dandy then withdrew to the barn, where the male por- infant in her arms, and dandling it up and down, more from tion of the family were staying until the ultimatum should be habit than any necessity that then existed for doing so. known. A good bottle of potteen, however, was circulating “ Well," said she, "here we are all safe and sound, God among them, for every one knows that occasions of this na- willin'; an' if you're not the father of as purty a young man ture usually generate a festive and hospitable spirit. as ever I laid eyes on, I'm not here. Corny Keho, come an'
Rose now went round the house in the direction from east kiss your son, I say. to west, stopping for a short time at each of the windows, Corny advanced, somewhat puzzled whether to laugh or which she marked with the sign of the cross five times ; that cry, and taking the child up with a smile, he kissed it five is to say, once at each corner and once in the middle. At times—for that is the mystic number—and as he placed it each corner also of the house she signed the cross, and re- once more in Rose's arms, there was a solitary tear on its peated the following words or charmi
cheek. The four Evangels and the four Divines,
“ Arra, go an' kiss your wife, man alive, an' tell her to
have a good heart, an' to be as kind to all her fellow-creatures New moon, true moon, God bless me,
as God has been to her this night. It isn't upon this world God bless this house an. this family, Matthew, Mark, Luke, an' John,
the heart ought to be fixed, for we see how small a thing an'
how short a time can take us out of it." God bless the manger where Christ was born,
“Oh, bedad,” said Dandy, who had now recorered the An' lave joy an' comfort here in the morn. St Bridget an' St Patrick, an' the holy spouse,
touch of feeling excited by the child, “it would be too bad if Keep the fairies for ever far from this house.
I'd grudge her a smack." He accordingly stooped, and Glora yea, Glora yea, Glora yea yeelish,
kissed her ; but, truth to confess, he did it with a very cool Glora n'ahir, Glora n'vac, Glora n' spirid neev. Amen.
and business-like air. “I know," he proceeded, “ that she'll These are the veritable words of the charm, which she ut- have a heart like a jyant, now that the son is come. tered in the manner and with the forms aforesaid. Having “To be sure she will, an' she must; or if not, I'll play the concluded them, she then entered into the house, where we sorra, an' break things. Well, well, let her get strength a leave her for a time with our best wishes.
bit first, an' rest and quiet ; an' in the mean time get the In the barn the company were very merry, Dandy himself groanin'-malt ready, until every one in the house drinks the being as pleasant as any of them, unless when his brow be- health of the stranger. My sowl to happiness, but he's a born came shaded by the very natural anxiety for the welfare of beauty. The nerra Keho of you all ever was the aiquails of his wife and child, which from time to time returned upon him. what he'll be yet, plaise God. Troth, Corny, he has daddy's Stories were told, songs sung, and jokes passed, all full of nose upon him, any how. Ay, you may laugh; but, faix, it's good nature and not a little fun, some of it at the expense of thrue. You may take with him, you may own to him, any the Dandy himself, who laughed at and took it all in good part.
where. Arra, look at that! My soul to happiness, if one An occasional bulletin came out through a servant maid, that egg's liker another! Eh, my posey! Where was it, alanna ? matters were just the same way; a piece of intelligence which Ay, you're there, my duck o' diamonds ! Troth, you'll be the
flower o' the flock, so you will. An' now, Mrs Keho, honey, • If it did not happen to be new moon, the words were "good moon," &c. we'll lave you to youxelf awhile, till we thrate these poor
God bless the moon an us when it shines.
God bless the bed that she lies on.
BY J. U. U.
cratures of sarvints; the likes o' them oughtn't to be over- APOLOGUES AND FABLES FROM FOREIGN looked; an' indeed they did feel a great dale itself, poor things,
LANGUAGES. about you; an' moreover they'll be longin' of coorse to see the darlin' here."
(Translated for the Irish Penny Journal.) Mrs Keho's mother and Rose superintended the birth-treat No. VI.-THE REMORSE OF A NIGHT. between them. It is unnecessary to say that the young men The last night of the year was about to expire ; the winds, and girls had their own sly fun upon the occasion; and now after a day of storminess, had subsided into slumber ; the that Dandy's apprehension of danger was over, he joined in white earth lay outspread, like a shrouded map, under the their mirth with as much glee as any of them. This being moon; and innumerable stars arose out from the remotest over, they all retired to rest; and honest Mickey M-Sorley abysses of heaven, twinkling as brightly as though they had went home very hearty,* in consequence of Dandy's grateful but then begun their existence, and were never to suffer im. sense of the aid he had rendered his wife. The next morning pairment. Eleven o'clock had tolled from the tower of an Rose, after dressing the infant and performing all the usual ancient Gothic church; and as the vibrations died away on duties that one expected from her, took her leave in these the transparent air, an Old Man drew nigh to the window of words :
a dark room in the desolate dwelling of which he had long “Now, Mrs Keho, God bless you an' yours, and take care been the solitary tenant, and cast his dull despairful eyes upof yourself. I'll see you agin on Sunday next, when it's to be wards towards the immoveable firmament, and from thence christened. Until then, throw out no dirty wather before sun- down on the blank waste of the earth, and then breathed a rise or afther sunset; an' when Father Molloy is goin' to groaning prayer, that those eyes might never survey that firchristen it, let Corny tell him not to forget to christen it mament or that earth again. Wretched was he, in truth, against the fairies, an' thin it'll be safe. Good bye, ma'am; that Old Man, beyond all parallel and beyond all consolationan' look you to her, Mrs Finnegan," said she, addressing her for his grave lay open for him, as it seemed, by his side ; it. patient's mother, “an' banaght lath till I see all again." was thinly covered over, not by the flowers of Youth, but by * Tipsy.
the snows of Age; and when, heartsick of the sight, he looked away from it into himself, he saw that the sole
fruits that he
had gathered from a long and eventful life were sins, regrets, THE MINSTREL'S WALK.
and maladies—a decayed body, a plagae-smitten soul, a bo
som full of bitterness, and an old age full of remorse. The (To the old Irish air of “ Bidh mid a gol sa poga na mban.") beautiful days of his youth now came again before him like Green hills of the west, where I carolled along
ghosts, and resummoned to his remembrance the cheerful In the Mayday of life with my harp and my song,
morning upon which his venerable father had first placed Though the winter of time o'er my spirit hath rolled,
him upon the great Cross-road of Life—a road which, trodAnd the breast of the minstrel is weary and cold ;
den on the right hand, conducts the pilgrim along the noonThough no more by those famous old haunts shall I stray, day path of Virtue into a spacious, joyous land, abounding Once the themes of my song, and the guides of my way,
in sunbeams, harvests, and angelic spirits, but which, followed That each had its story, and truc-hearted friend,
on the left, betrays him through lampless and miry ways, into Before I forget ye, life's journey shall end !
the rueful wildernesses of Vice, where serpents for ever swarm, Oh, 'twas joy in the prime of life's morning to go
and pestilence chokes the atmosphere, and to quench his burnOn the tracks of Clan Connell, led on by Hugh Roe,
ing thirst the sluggish black rivers yield him but slime and O'er the hill of Keiscorran, renowned Ballimote,
poison. By the Boyle, or by Newport, all passes of note,
Alas! the serpents were now coiled about him—the poison Where the foe their vain armaments haughtily kept ;
was rilling through his heart! Alas for him! he knew too But the foot of th' avenger went by while they slept :
well which road he had chosen—where he was—and what he The hills told no tale, but the night-cloud was red,
must undergo-for eternity-for eternity! And the friends of the Sassenagh quaked at their tread.
With an anguish, with an agony, with a despair, that lanBy the plains of Rath Croghan, fields famous of yore,
guage cannot even faintly pourtray, he uplifted his withered Though stronghold and seat of the kingly no more,
arms towards heaven, clasped his hands, and cried aloud, By Tulsk and Tomona, hill, valley, and plain,
0! give me back, give me back my youth! O! my father, To grey Ballintubber, O'Connors' domain ;
lead me once more to the Cross-road, that I may once more While ages rolled backwards in lengthened array,
choose, and this time choose with foreknowledge 1 In song and old story, the long summer day ;
But his cries wasted themselves idly upon the frozen air, And cloud-like the glories of Connaught rolled by,
for his father was no more, and his youth was no more—both Till they sank in the horrors of grim Athenry !
had alike long, long ago evanished, never to reappear. He Through the heaths of Kiltullagh, kind, simple, though rude,
knew this, and he wept--yes, that miserable old man wept ; To Aeluin's bright waters, where Willesborough stood,
but his tears relieved him not; they were like drops of hot Ballinlough then spoke welcome from many a door,
lava, for they trickled from a burning brain. Where smiles lit kind faces that now smile no more ;
He looked forth, and he saw flitting lights-wills-o'-theThen away to the Moyne, o'er the moors of Mayo,
wisp-dancing over the morasses and becoming extinguished Still onward, still welcomed by high and by low,
in the burial-grounds; and he said, Such were my riotous Blake, Burke, and O'Malley, Lynch, Kirwan, and Browne,
days of folly! He again looked forth, and he beheld a star By forest, lake, mountain, through village and town.
fall from heaven to earth, and there melt away in blackness
that left no trace behind, and he said, I am that star !_and Then kind were the voices that greeted my way,
with that woeful thought were torn open anew the leprous 'Twas Cead mille failte at closing of day, When young hearts beat lightly, and labour was done,
wounds in his bosom which the serpents that clung around
him would never suffer to be healed.
His morbid imagination, wandering abroad till it touched
on the confines of frenzy, showed him figures of sleep-walkers The praise of thy glory, dear land of the west ;
traversing like shadows the roofs of the
houses :—the chimneys But thy praises are still, and thy kind bosoms rest !
widened into furnaces vomiting forth flames and monsters
the windmills lifted up their giant arms, and threatened to My blessing rest with you, dear friends, though no more
crush him—and a forgotten spectre, left behind in a deserted Shall the poor and the weary rejoice at your door ; Though like stars to your homes I have seen you depart,
charnel-house, glared on him with a horrible expression of Still ye live, O ye live in each vein of my heart.
malignity, and then mocked his terror by assuming his
On a sudden there flowed out upon the air a deep, rich, and
solemn stream of music. It came from the steeple of the old But the world shall ne'er look on your equals again.
Gothic church, as the bells announced the birth of the new year, for it was now the twelfth hour. Its cadences fell with
a thrilling distinctness upon the ear and the heart of the Old The difference between a rich man and a poor man is this -- Man; and every tone in the melody, through the agency of the former eats when he pleases, the latter when he can get that mysterious power which sound possesses of re-assembling it. -Sir W. Raleigh,
within the forsaken halls of the soul images long departed, brought before his mind some past scene of his life, vivid as a they take theirs secretly. No evidence whatever will convince panoramic picture. Again he looked round upon the lucid him that it is otherwise, or at least will induce him to admit horizon and over the frosted earth; and he thought on the that it is so. He is, in short, determined not to believe in so opportunities he had forfeited—the warnings he had slighted- monstrous a doctrine. But should conviction at any time be the examples he had scoffed at. He thought upon the friends too strong for him, he then falls back on the consolatory beof his youth, and how they, better and more fortunate than lief that it cannot long prevail—that it will not, can not he, were now good men, at peace with themselves-teachers stand. An association whose rules should enjoin every memof wisdom to others, fathers of blessed families, torchlights ber always to walk backwards instead of forwards, or which for the world—and he exclaimed, Oh! and I also, had I but should enjoin any other equally ridiculous absurdity, might willed it, I also might, like them, have seen with tearless live and prosper ; but teetotallism, the abstaining from the eyes, with tranquil heart, this night depart into eternity! dear potations--no, no, that cannot stand any time—ridicuOh, my dear father-my dear, dear mother ! I, even I, might lous, impossible—not in the nature of things. have been now happy, had I but hearkened to your affectionate As might be expected, the toper entertains a most cordial admonitions—had I but chosen to profit by the blessings which hatred of the teetot aller ; he abhors him, and detests his on every returning New Year's Morn like this your tenderness principles-he in fact cannot hear him spoken of with any deled you to invoke on my head !
gree of patience. Oh, what a triumph to him when he catches Amid these feverish reminiscences of his youth, it appeared a teetotaller tripping! With what delight he treasures up to him as though the spectre which had assumed his features anecdotes of backsliding on the part of the professors of abin the charnel-house gradually approached nearer and nearer stinence! And of such anecdotes he has a large store ; for to him-losing, however, as it advanced, one trait after an- he is constantly on the look-out for them, and is not very parother of its spectral character-till at length, as if under the ticular on the score of authenticity. With what glee he redominion of that supernatural influence which on the last lates these anecdotes to his club ! and with what glee his club night of the old year is popularly said to compel even the listens to the edifying and refreshing relation! They will Dead to undergo a change of form, it took the appearance of chuckle over a story of this kind for a month. Nor, in the a living young man--the same young man that he had himself matter of anecdote, is the teetotaller a whit behind his unrebeen fifty years before.
generated brother. The two parties, in fact, carry on a war He was unable to gaze any longer: he covered his face of anecdote against each other—the tetotaller's being stories of with his hands; and, as the blistering tears gushed from his ruin and misery resulting from dissipation---the toper's, faceeyes, he sank down, powerless and trembling, on his knees- tious little tales of hypocrisy and backsliding. Both collect and again he eried out, as if his heart would break, O! come their anecdotes with great industry, and propagate them with back to me, lost days of my youth !--come back, come back | great zeal and diligence. to me once more !
The toper's attitude, as regards the teetotaller, is of course And the supplication of the Penitent was not made in rain, a hostile one, But it is not a bold one. There is nothing of for they came back to him, those days of his youth, but not defiance in it, although he sometimes affects it. For although yet lost! He started from his bed—the blue moonbeams he hates the teetotaller, he also stands in awe of him ; being were shining in through the windows--the midnight chimes oppressed with an awkward consciousness that the latter has were announcing the beginning of a new year. Yes ! --all had the right side of the argument, and the weight of general been but an appalling dream-all
, except his sins and trans- opinion is on his side-—that, in short, the teetotaller is right gressions : these, alas ! were but too real, for conscience, and he is wrong. even in sleep, is a faithful monitor. But he was still young- This consciousness gives to his hostility a sneaking and he had not grown old in iniquity--and with tears of repent timid character, and induces him to contine himself in the ance he thanked God for having, even by means of so terrific matter of retaliation to the facetious joke and sly insinuation. a vision, awakened in his heart a feeling of horror for the On more open warfare he dare not venture. The teetotaller criminal career he had been pursuiug, and for having revealed is thus the assailing party: he takes and keeps the field to him in that glimpse of a land full of sunbeams, harvests, manfully, and with bold front and loud voice dares the toper and angelic spirits, the blissful goal in which, if he pleased, to the combat. The latter, in conscious weakness, shrinks the path of his existence might yet terminate.
at the sound, as do the small animals of the forest when they Youthful reader! on which of these two paths art thou ? hear the roar of the lion; and getting out of his way as fast On the right-hand path? Go forward, then, with the bless: as he can, retires to his fastnesses, the drinking-shops, and ing of thy Maker, and fear nothing! On the left-hand path? | hedges himself round with bottles and quart-pots. If so, pause: be forewarned-turn while yet thou mayest- The toper always carefully eschews any thing like direct retrace thy steps-make a happier choice! I will pray that and open personal contact with the enemy, in the shape of the terrors of this ghastly Dream may not hereafter be arrayed discussions on the merits of the question of abstinence. in judgment against thee! Alas for thee, if the time ever There is, in faet, nothing he so much abominates as any at. come when thou shalt call aloud in thy despair, Come back, tempt at reasoning on the subject, where such reasoning has for ye precious days of my youth !-unlike the dreamer, thou wilt its object to show the advantages of temperance or intemperbut be mocked by the barren eehe of thine own lamentation-- ance. The toper thus at all times prefers keeping out of the the precious days of thy youth will never, never come back to teetotaller's way, and, although professing the most entire thee'
M. disregard of him, will at any time go a mile about to avoid
him. He has an instinctive dislike of him, and this because TEETOTALLERS AND TOPERS.
he is a living personified reflection on himself.
Turning now to the teetotaller, we find two or three It is not a little curious, and perhaps not a little amusing in things in his conduct, too, with reference to the toper, that its way, to mark the feelings with which these two very dif- are rather curious in their way. In the first place, it is curious ferent classes contemplate each other. The introduction of to mark the deep interest he takes in what may be called the teetotallism was a thing for which the toper was wholly tippkng statistics of his neighbourhood; and the amount of unprepared. It was a thing of which, a priori, he could have knowledge which he contrives to acquire on this subject is formed no conception-a thing of which he never dreamt. really amazing. He knows all the topers in his vicinity, and It therefore took him quite by surprise ; and when it came, keeps a sharp eye on their proceedings. He knows every one his opinion of it was, and to this good hour is, that it is one of their haunts too_knows the different degrees of dissipa. of the most absurd and monstrous ideas that ever entered | tion to which each has attained, and could almost tell on any into the human head.
given day what quantity each drank on the preceding night. That a class of men should arise who would forswear the In short, so vigilantly does he watch all the outgoings and use of those exhilarating stimulants in which he himself so incomings of these marked men, and yet without seeming to much delighted—that there should ever appear on the face notice them, that they can hardly swallow a single cropper of the earth such an ass as the man who would refuse a glass without his knowing it. The whole thing, in fact, is a sort of generous liquor when offered him, is to him a thing sur- of private study of his own, and one to which he devotes a passing belief; and in fact he does not,'or rather will not, great deal of quiet observation and secret reflection : he takes believe in it. He insists upon it that it is all humbug, a deep interest in it, and hence the proficiency he makes out and that its professors, the professors of teetotallism, may in the knowledge of its details. say what they please, but that they can and do take their But our teetotaller not only knows all the professed, undrink as freely as he does ; the only real difference being, that I disguised topers of his locality; he knows-much more
striking proof of his vigilance-every man also whose habits, | liveries, and then excites them to murder men whom they although not yet sufficiently intemperate to attract the at- never saw, by the fear of being killed if they do not kill. tention of any one but a teetotaller, exhibit signs and He revels in luxury and gluttony, and then complains of symptoms of becoming gradually worse. The tippling pro- the diseases which result from repletion. gress of these persons he watches with the deepest interest, He tries in all things to counteract or improve the provisions and keeps himself accurately informed regarding the extent of nature, and then afflicts himself at his disappointments. and frequency of their debauches. The teetotaller, in short, He multiplies the chances against his own life and health by keeps a vigilant eye over the entire drinking system of his his numerous artifices, and then wonders at their fatal results. neighbourhood, and professes an astonishing knowledge of He shuts his eyes against the volume of truth as presented what every one is doing in this way. If the teetotaller's by Nature, and, vainly considering that all was made for residence be in a small town, his surveillance then embraces him, founds on this false assumption various doubts in regard its whole extent, and hardly can a single bumper be swallowed to the justice of eternal causation. within its limits, of which he does not, somehow or other, He interdicts the enjoyment of all other creatures, and reobtain notice.
garding the world as his property, in mere wantonness destroys Abhorring dissipation itself, the teetotaller naturally ex- myriads on whom have been bestowed beauties and perfections, tends that abhorrence to its signs and symptoms. On flushed He forgets that to live and let live is a maxim of universal and pimpled faces he looks with aversion and distrust, but on justiee, extending not only to his fellow creatures, but to ina red nose with absolute horror. We once saw a curious in- ferior ones, to whom his moral obligations are greater, bestance of this :-A gentleman with a highly illumed probos- cause they are more in his power. cis one evening entered a teetotal coffee-room in which we He afflicts himself that he cannot live for ever, though his happened to be seated. The nose--for we sink the gentle- forefathers have successively died to make room for him. man, its owner, altogether, as an unnecessary incumbrance- He repines at the thought of losing that life, the use of which passed, although with deliberate movement, like a fiery meteor, he so often perverts: and though he began to exist but yesup the entire length of the room, exciting in its progress the terday, thinks the world was made for him, and that he ought utmost horror and dismay amongst the teetotallers with whom to continue to enjoy it for ever. the apartment was thronged. The sensation, in faet, created He desires to govern others, but, regardless of their deby the red nose was immense, although not noisy in its ex- pendence upon his benevolence, is commonly gratified in dispression.
playing the power entrusted to him by a tyrannical abuse of it. It was indicated merely by an extensive and earnest whis- He makes laws, which, in the hands of mercenary lawyers, pering, by a shuffling of feet, and a general fidgetty sort of serve as snares to unwary poverty---but as shields to crafty movement, giving, though in an unobtrusive form, a very vivid wealth. idea of the presence of some exceedingly disagreeable object. He acknowledges the importance of educating youth, yet The whole room, in short, was shocked by the red nose, teaches them any thing but their social duties in the political although they refrained from expressing that feeling by any state in which they live. more marked demonstration than those we have mentioned. He passes his days in questioning the providence of Nature, The red nose seemed for some time unconscious of the effects in aseribing evil to supernatural causes, in feverish expectait was producing, but the detection of a number of horror- tion of results contrary to the necessary harmony of the world. stricken faces peering eagerly over the edges and round the corners of boxes, to get a glimpse of the detestable object, betrayed the real state of the case. The red nose, however, to be a determined student without endangering his health.
THE LABOUR or Study. It is impossible for any man evinced no emotion on making the discovery, but passed quiet- Man was made to be active. The hunter who roams through ly into an unoccupied box, took up a paper, and ordered a glass of lemonade. The landlord looked queer at the nose
the forest, or climbs the rocks of the Alps, is the man who is as he tabled the order, but of course said nothing:
hardy, and in the most robust health. The sailor who has Now, we thought at the time, how different would have been been rocked by a thousand storms, and who labours day and the reception of the gentleman with the red nose by a club of night, is a hardy man, unless dissipation has broken his contopers ! In such case, his nose, in place of being looked on
stitution. Any man of active habits is likely to enjoy good with horror, would have been viewed with respect. It would health, if he does not too frequently
. But have been a passport to the highest favour of the jolly frater- the student's habits
are all unnatural
, and by them nature is nity, and would have at once admitted its owner to their con
continually cramped and restrained. Men err in nothing fidence and good-fellowship. We do not know, indeed, that
more than in the estimate which they make of human labour. its entrance would not have been hailed by a shout of accla- The hero of the world is the man that makes a bustle-the mation ; for, viewed as one of the chief insignia of a boon com
man that makes the road smoke under his chaise-and-fourpanion, it was truly a splendid nose.
the man that raises a dust about him—the man that ravages or devastates empires. But what is the real labour of this man, compared with that of a silent sufferer? He lives on
his projects : he encounters, perhaps, rough roads, incom. MORAL EVIL MAN'S OWN CREATION. modious inns, bad food, storms and perils ; but what are MAN brings upon himself a thousand calamities, as conse- these ? His project, his point, the thing that has laid hold on quences of his artifices and pride, and then, overlooking his his heart-glory-a name-consequence--pleasure-wealth-own follies, gravely investigates the origin of what he calls these render the man callous to the pains and efforts of the evil :
body. I have been in both states, and therefore understand He compromises every natural pleasure to acquire fame them; and I know that men form this false estimate. Besides, among transient beings, who forget him nightly in sleep, and there is something in bustle, and stir, and activity, that eternally in death; and seeks to render his name celebrated supports itself. At one period I preached and read five times among posterity, though it has no identity with his person, on a Sunday, and rode sixteen miles. But what did it cost and though posterity and himself can have no contempora- Iwas rattling from village to village, with all the dogs barking
me? Nothing! Yet most men would have looked on, while neous feeling.
He deprives himself and all around him of every passing at my heels, and would have called me a hero; whereas, if enjoyment, to accumulate wealth that he may purchase other they were to look at me now, they would call me an idle, men's labour, in the vain hope of adding happiness to his own. lounging fellow." He gets into his study (they would say)
He omits to make effective laws to protect the poor against he walks from end to end--- he scribbles on a scrap of paperthe oppressions of the rich, and then wears out his existence he throws it away and scribbles on another-he sits downunder the fear of becoming poor, and being the victim of his scribbles again-walks about!” They cannot see that here owņ neglect and injustice.
is an exhaustion of the spirit which, at night, will leave me He arms himself with murderous weapons ; and on the worn to the extremity of endurance. They cannot see the slightest instigation, and for hire, practises murder as a
numberless efforts of mind which are crossed and stifled, and science, follows this science as a regular profession, and recoil on the spirits like the fruitless efforts of a traveller to honours its chiefs above benefactors and philosophers, in pro- get firm footing among the ashes on the steep sides of Mount portion to the quantity of blood they have shed, or the mis. Etna.—Rev. John'Todd-Student's Guide. ehiefs they have perpetrated.
NECESSITY OF A STEADFAST CHARACTER.–The man who He disguises the most worthless of the people in showy I is perpetually hesitating which of two things he will do first,