: on the suppression of that establishment it was granted to Ardfinnan is a parish in the barony of Iffa and Offa west, county of Tipperary, above four miles S. S. E. from Cahir, and contains about nine hundred inhabitants. The village itself, which extends into the adjoining parish of Ballybacon, contains above three hundred. It was once a place of greater note, and appears to have had a corporation, as it is on record, 4th of Edward II (1311), that a grant of "pontage for three years" was made "to the Bailiffs and good men of Ardfynan" at the request of the Bishop of Limerick. P. PUSS IN BROGUES, A LEGEND. Ir was about Christmas in the year 1831 that I received an invitation to spend the holidays with friend who resided in a valley embosomed amongst the loftiest of those mountains which form the boundary between the King's and Queen's counties. The name of my host was Garret Dalton; he held a considerable tract of land at a low rent, and by hard working and thrifty living contrived not only to support his family in comparative comfort, but to " lay up a snug penny in the horn" for his only daughter Nanny, who was at this time about fourteen years of age, and, as her fond father often proudly boasted, "the patthern ov as purty a colleen as you'd find from the seven churches of Clonmacnoise to the hill ov Howth-wherever that was.' Garret was generous and hospitable; his house "was known to all the vagrant train," and the way-worn pilgrim, the wandering minstrel, the itinerant " boccough," and the strolling vender of the news and gossip of the day, were always secure of a welcome reception at his comfortable fireside. 66 dew stood on the huge oak-table; tumblers and glasses glittered in their respective places: and, in a few minutes we were all engaged in discussing the merits of a large jug of potteen punch. All were happy; Garret talked, his wife smiled; told all the new news" of the Queen's county; whilst the spaces were filled up by blind Maurice, who played several of his most delightful national airs on his antique-looking pipes, whilst invariably as he concluded each successive lay, he would enrich the treat by some tradition connected with the piece he had been playing, and which threw an indescribable charm not only around the performance, but the performer. “That's a curious thing," remarked Garret, as the piper concluded one particular rant; "it's a quare medley, sometimes gay and sometimes sad, and sometimes like the snarlin' of a growlin' dog, and again exactly like the mewing of a cat." The piper smiled. "And have you," he asked, “ never heard me play that tune before?—and did I never tell you the strange story connected with it?" "Never," was the reply. Well, that is strange enough; that tune is an old favourite in Munster, and I thought the whole world had heard of it." "It never kem to Glen-Mac-Tir, any how," replied the farmer, "or I'd surely have heard of it. How d'ye call the name of it?" Caith-na-brogueen-that is in English, Puss in Brogues," said the piper. 66 "Well," said Garret, "it's often I heard of Puss in Boots, but I never heard of Puss in Brogues afore." Well, I'll tell you and this good company all about it," said Maurice, laying down his pipes and wiping his forehead. Ay, but afore you begin," said Garret, take another dhrop to wet your whistle, and you'll get on the betther with your story." The piper seized the flowing tumbler again, and raising it to his lips, gaily exclaimed, whilst his attenuated hand shook nervously beneath the weight of the smoking goblet, Sho-dhurtlh, your healths, my friends, glory to our noble selves; and if this be war, may we never have more peaceable times." Amen," was the fervent response of every one present. "Now for the Caith-na-brogueen," said Garret. "Ay, and a wild and strange tale it is," said Maurice. "However, it is a popular tradition in South Munster, and often when a boy have I listened to it, whilst my eyes, now dark for ever, would glisten with delight, and I would even fear to breathe lest one syllable of the legend might escape me. Then emitting a deep-drawn sigh, and again wiping his polished brow, he thus began. At the foot of a hill in a lonely district of the county of Cork, about a dozen miles from my native village, there lived in old times a poor man named Larry Roche. He was, they say, descended from that family of the Roches once so mighty Amongst the most constant of his guests was one Maurice in the south of Ireland, and some branches of which still reO'Sullivan, a native of the county of Cork. Maurice was a tain a considerable degree of their former consequence and most venerable-looking personage-tall, gaunt, athletic, and respectability. Poor Larry, however, although the blood of stone blind. He was about eighty years of age; his white kings might flow through his veins, was neither rich nor rehair flowed on his shoulders, and he played the Irish bag-spectable; and his only means of support was a patch of barren pipes delightfully. He was the lineal descendant of a family land, which he held from that celebrated sportsman Squire still famous in the annals of the " green isle;" and although B, in consideration of his services as care-keeper of a now compelled to wander through his native land in the garb vast extent of bog and heath, the property of the squire, and and character of a blind piper, he had once seen better which extended far westward of poor Larry Roche's cabin. days, and was possessed of education and intelligence far Yet Larry was not discontented with his situation. His father superior to most of his caste. He was intimately acquainted and grandfather had lived and died in the same cabin; and with the sad history of his country, was devotedly attached to although sometimes he might feel disposed to envy the fine the dogmas of the fairy creed, could recite charms and inter- times which the sporting squire enjoyed, yet on cool reflection pret dreams, and was deeply conversant in all those witch he would console himself with the consideration that "it was legends and traditions for which the Munster peasantry are not every one that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth," so peculiarly celebrated. Hence Maurice was always a spe- and that even squire B himself, as grand as he was, was cial favourite with my enthusiastic friend, who regularly en- on the "look down," or he would not spend so much of his time tertained him at his own table, and who, when they would wading through fens and bogs at home, but like his ancestors be have disposed of their plain but comfortable and substantial lavishing his thousands amongst the Sassenaghs at the other meal, would treat his blind guest to repeated "rounds" of side of the lough, or driving about on the continent. Thus good "half and half," composed of water from the spring, and rolled away poor Larry's days in poverty and contentment. In the potteen of the valley. It was night-fall when I arrived, the shooting season his time was occupied in following his master and the happy family, consisting of Garret and his wife, over heath and hillock with his game-bag on his shoulder, and Nanny their eldest girl, and her two little brothers, with Paddy his "dhudeen" in his teeth, whilst the rest of the year was Bawn the "sarvint boy," and Ouny the "girl," including | spent in lounging about the ditches of the neighbourhood, blind Maurice, were collected in a smiling group around chatting with the crones of the vicinity about his family conthe immense turf fire. In that day teetotalism had made nexions, or the fairies of Glendharig, or squabbling with his little progress in Ireland; a huge copper kettle was therefore good woman and his young ones: for Larry was married; and soon hissing on the fire; a large grey-beard of mountain- as his wife was exactly a counterpart of himself, every hour of course gave fresh cause for that bickering and disagreement so often the result of untimely and ill-assorted marriages. The only domestic animal in or about Larry Roche's cabin was a ferocious-looking old black tom-cat, far bigger and stronger than any cat ever seen in that part of the country. His fur was black, he had strong whiskers, his nails were like a tiger's, and at the end of his tail was fixed a claw or "gaff" as sharp and hooked as a falcon's beak; his eyes also flashed by night with an appalling glare, and his cry was a savage howl, baffling all description, and unlike any sound ever heard from any other animal. He was as singular in his habits, too, as in his appearance. He was never known to demand a morsel of food; and if offered any, he would reject it with indignation. Every evening at twilight he left the fireside, and spent the night scouring over moor and heather, and at daybreak would return from his foray, gaining access through the low chimney of the cabin, and be found in the morning in his usual position on the hob-stone. There he would sit from morning till night; and when Larry and Betty and the "childre" were chatting in a group around the fire, the cat would watch them intently, and if the nature of their conversation was such as to excite laughter or merriment, he would growl in a low tone, evidently dissatisfied; but if their dialogues were held in a jarring, angry strain, as sometimes happened, he would purr hoarsely and loudly, whilst the wagging of his tail testified the pleasure he felt in their feuds and dissensions. The family had often been advised to make away with him, but superstitious awe or family prejudice prevented them; and although the whole neighbourhood averred that "he was no right thing,” yet for the reasons I have stated his owners never could be induced to make any attempt to banish or destroy him. One dreary evening in October, Larry returned from his day's wandering with the squire over the bleak bogs, and although it rained, and the wind blew bitterly, he appeared in much better spirits than was usual with him on similar occasions. His wife wondered, and made more than usual preparations to please him. She trimmed the fire, and assisted him in taking off his dripping clothes, and then commenced pouring out her sympathy for his sufferings. 64 Oh, never mind," said Larry; "I have good news." "Arrah, sit down," said Betty, "and tell us what it is." Larry sat down, and putting his hand in his pocket, pulled out a glittering gold coin. "Arrah, Larry, avourneen, what's that?" asked the woman. "Faith, it's a rale yellow boy, a good goold guinea," replied Larry. "The squire gev it to me, and tould me to buy a pair of brogues with it, and drink his health with the balance." Och, musha! then, long life to him," vociferated Betty; "and, Larry, a-hagur, will you buy the brogues?" "Faix and I will," said Larry, "and another rattling pair for yourself, a-chorra." Ay, daddy, and another pair for me," shouted young Larry. "And another for me," cried Thady. "And another for me," chuckled Charley. "Ay, and two pair for me," cried the black cat, speaking in a wild unearthly tone from the hob-stone, and breaking forth into a horrible laugh. "Devil knock the day-lights out of yez all," cried Larry, without seeming to take any notice of the strange circumstance, though his heart died within him with terror and surprise. "Lord have mercy on us!" faintly ejaculated Betty, signing her brow, whilst all the children started up in terror, and ran behind their parents in the chimney-corner. All this time the cat remained silent on the hob; but his aspect, at all times terrible, now seemed perfectly monstrous and hideous. For some time a death-like silence was preserved, but at last Larry plucked up courage to address the speaking animal. "And, in the name of God," he began, "what business have you with brogues ?" "Ask me no questions," replied the cat, “but get me the brogues as soon as possible." "Oh, by all means," replied Larry, quite gently, "you must have them; and why did you not ask them long ago, and you should have got them?" "My time was not come," replied Puss, briefly. "Well," resumed Larry, "to-morrow is Sunday, and at daybreak I will start off to my gossip Phadruig Donovan's, in Mill-street, to engage the brogues; he is the best brogue maker in the county, and he is my first gossip besides." "I know all that," said the cat, as he leaped up the chimney, on his departure to the scene of his midnight wanderings. "Good night, Larry, and don't forget your engagement;" and he disappeared through the gathering gloom, to the great relief of poor Larry and his terrified family. That was a sad and uneasy night with poor Larry and his wife and children. They did not go to bed at all, but sat trembling at the fire, expecting every moment that the black imp would return with legions of fiends to carry them away, body and bones, to the regions below. Numerous were the plans proposed for getting rid of their old companion, but all were rejected some as inefficient, others as impracticable; and the only point on which they could finally agree, was, that their days were numbered, and that perhaps before morning their blood would be streaming on the hearth-stone, and their souls wandering through mire and morass, the prey of troops of fiends. At last the morning dawned, and as Larry disconsolately enough was preparing to set forward on his journey to Millstreet, the cat jumped down the chimney, and took his usual place on the hob. Well, I am going now," said Larry; "have you any directions to give about the brogues ?" 66 The cat did not reply, but uttered a hideous growl, which fell heavily on the poor fellow's heart; so kissing his wife and children, and commending them to the protection of God, he set out on his sorrowful journey. He had not gone far when he perceived through the dim grey of the morning a human figure approaching; and on advancing a little nearer, he found that it was a very old man, of extremely diminutive stature and forbidding aspect. He wore an old grey coat and an equally old woollen cap, and his thin white hair descended to his knees; he was barefoot, and carried a walking-stick in his hand. "Good morrow, and God save you, Larry Roche," said the old man as he came up. 66 66 A bright morning to you," answered Larry. How is every rope's length of you, Larry, and how is the woman and the childre at home?" demanded the stranger. Faix, purty well, considherin," replied Larry. "But you have a great advantage of me." 66 How's that?" said the old man. Why, because you know me so well, while I have no more knowledge of you than of the man in the moon.' "Och, I'd know your skin in a tan-yard," said the old chap, laughing. "But is it possible you don't know me?" "Faix if God Almighty knows no more about you than I do, the devil will have a prey of you one of those days," replied Larry. "Well, say no more about that," said the old fellow, rather angrily. "But where are you going this blessed Sunday morning, Larry?" To Mill-street," said Larry. "Faith and I'll do that with a heart and a half," said Larry. "But what do you want that for?" "I'll tell you that another time," said the little man. "Go home now, and say you can't proceed to Mill-street without taking the wife and children with you, to leave the measure of their feet for the brogues. Tell the cat also that he must come too, to have his fit taken; then tie him up in a bag, and bring him with you; fasten this hair around your neck," added the old man, at the same time extracting a single white hair from his head," and all the imps of hell cannot hurt you. But mind and don't open your lips from the time you leave home till you come to this spot; and when you arrive here with the cat, sit down and wait the event.' A thick fog now suddenly rose, and the old man was hidden from the sight of Larry, who, greatly overjoyed, returned to his cabin to execute the orders he had got, and was met by his wife, who was trembling for his safe return, but did not expect him sooner than night. 'Musha! Larry agragal, you're welcome," she exclaimed; "and what in the name of God turned you back?" "I am coming for you and the gorsoons; you must all come to Mill-street to have your measure taken for the brogues." "And must I go too?" asked the cat. "Faix you must," said Larry; "if natural Christians could'nt be fitted without bein' on the spot, it's hard to expect that you could." "And how am I to travel?" he asked. "In a bag on my back," replied Larry. "I'll whip you through the country like a dinner to a hog, and man or mortal shall never be the wiser, if the brogue-maker keeps his tongue quiet." "I'll go bail he will," said Puss, "for I'll kill him the very night the brogues is brought home." "Lord have mercy on him!" ejaculated Larry, his heart sinking within him. "Pray for yourself-may be you want mercy as well as him," said the cat. The preparations were soon completed, and the cat being put into the bag, Larry tied the mouth of it firmly with a piece of cord, and then slung it on his shoulder; and after acquainting his wife with his adventure with the old man on Moin-more," he departed, whistling the air of "Thamama Thulla." He soon gained the spot where he had parted with the old man, and looking round and perceiving nobody, he sat down on the green fern, still holding the bag which contained his terrible fellow-traveller. "What stops you Larry ?" asked the cat. Larry, recollecting the old man's injunction, spoke not, but continued whistling. "Does anything ail you, Larry?" 46 Whoo, hoo, phoo, hoo-Thamemo Chodladh." "Is Betty and the childre to the fore?" "Thamemo Chodladh." "That the prayers may fall on the preacher," said Larry to himself. The cat now began to make desperate efforts to escape from the bag, whilst Larry redoubled his exertions to detain him. His attention, however, was soon arrested by the cry of hounds, and on looking westward, he perceived, rapidly approaching over the morass, a big black man mounted on a black horse, and accompanied by a numerous pack of black dogs. 46 Ochone," thought Larry, "now I am coached of all ever happened me. Here is the chap's black friends coming to rescue him, and they wont leave a toothful a-piece in my carcass.' "Let me go, Larry," said the cat, "let me go, and I'll show you where there's a cart-load of gold buried in the ground." But Larry remained silent, and meantime the horseman and hounds came up. "Good morrow and good luck, Larry Roche," said the black equestrian, with a grim smile. "Good morrow, kindly, your worship," said Larry. "Is that a fox you have in the bag, Larry?" No, in troth," said Larry, "though I believe he is not much honester than a fox." "I must see what it is, any how," said the sable horseman, with a gesticulation which convinced Larry at once that he was the fellow whom he had seen before. So Larry opened the bag, and out jumped Puss, and away with him over the bog like a flash of lightning. The wild huntsman hallooed his dogs, and the pursuit commenced, but the cat was soon surrounded and torn to pieces. "Now," said the horseman, "I must bid you farewell;" and off he went; and then Larry returned home with the happy tidings, and the squire's guinea was spent in the purchase of sundry bottles of "Tom Corcoran's" best potteen; but we must do Larry the justice to say that his agreement with the old man was punctually performed, and the back window stopped as effectually as mud and stones could do it. A few nights after, Larry was aroused from his sleep by the merry tones of bagpipes at his fire-side, and getting up, he perceived the kitchen illuminated with a bright, reddish glare, whilst on the hob-stone he saw, snugly seated, the ever remembered little old man playing a set of bagpipes, to the delightful tones of which hundreds of little fellows with red caps and red small-clothes were capering about the floor. "God bless the man and the work" said Larry, “and warm work yez have ov it this hour ov the night." The little fellow hereupon set up a shout, and rushing to the door, flew through it, one of them striking poor Larry a box on the right eye, which blinded it. "Good night, Misthur Larry," said the piper; "and how is your four bones? and how is the good woman that owns you?" 66 Och, no fear at all ov the woman," replied Larry; “and as for my bones, they are well enough; but, faith, my right eye, I believe, is in whey in my head." "Well, it will teach you how to speak to your betters in future," said the little piper; "never mintion the holy name again, when talking to the 'good people.' "But, Larry, listen: I'll now tell you why I wanted you to stop up your back window. You must know that this cabin of yours stands on the middle of a fairy pass. We often come this way in our wanderings through the air in cold nights, and often we wished to warm ourselves at your fire-side; but as there was a window in the back of your cabin, we had not power to stop, but were compelled to pursue our journey. Now that the window is stopped, we can come in and remain as long as we wish, and resume our journey through the door by which we enter. We pass this way almost every night, and you need never feel in the least apprehensive of injury so long as you let us pursue our pastimes undisturbed." "I'll be bound me or mine shall never annoy one of yez," said Larry, " and "That's a good fellow, Larry," said the little chap; now take those pipes and play us a tune." Och, the devil a chanter I ever fingered," said Larry, "since I was christened." Caith-na-brogueen,” replied the fairy piper ; “a tune I composed in memory of your escape from the cat; a tune that will soon become a favourite all over Munster." Larry handed back the pipes; the little man placed them in a red bag, and, bidding his host "good night," dashed up the chimney. The next night, and almost every following night, the din of fairy revels might be heard at Larry Roche's fire-side, and Larry himself was their constant companion in their midnight frolics. He soon became the best performer on the bagpipes in the south of Ireland, and after some time surrendered his cabin to the sole occupation of the "good people," and wandered with his family through all the Munster counties, and was welcome and kindly treated wherever he came. After some time, the cabin from neglect fell, and offered no further impediment to the fairy host in their midnight wanderings, whilst Larry followed a life of pleasure and peace, far from the scene of his former perils and privations. The cat, of course, was never seen after; but the peasantry of the neighbourhood say that the screams of the infernal fiend, mingled with the deep howlings of hell-hounds and the savage yellings of the sable hunter, may be distinctly heard in horrid chorus amongst the fens and morasses of the broad Moin-more.' Thus ended the strange tale of Maurice O'Sullivan, who in addition to the unanimous applause of the company present, was treated to another flowing tumbler of the barley bree, which he tossed off to the health of those who, to use his own words, were "good people" in earnest-not fays or fairies, however, but the hospitable folks of Glen-Mac-Tir; adding at the same time that he was resolved to gratify the lovers of legendary lore with another of his wild Munster tales on the following night. J. K. ITINERANT GOLDSMITHS OF INDIA AND In the production of beautiful specimens of mechanical art, much more depends upon the natural taste and ingenuity of the workman than upon the completeness and perfection of his tools. To those who are not much acquainted with the mechanical arts, this may sound somewhat like a self-evident proposition; yet it is far, very far indeed, from being considered such by European mechanics in general, and by our own in particular. So commonly is the blame of clumsy workmanship laid upon the badness or the want of tools, that an anecdote is related of a man, who, upon being spoken to by a friend for having committed numerous grammatical errors in a letter which he had just written, cursed his pen, and asked his friend how he could be so excessively unreasonable as to expect him or any man to write good English with such a wretched implement ! To such a degree of excellence has the manufacture of mechanical tools and instruments arrived in these countries, that a British mechanic would be utterly astonished could he but behold the process of manufacturing various articles in the East; such for example as the shawls of Persia and Cashmere, the carvings in wood and ivory of China, the extraction of metal from the ore in the same country, by which malleable iron is produced fit for immediate use, and of the finest quality, by a single process; and, not to tire by enumeration, the productions of the itinerant goldsmiths of India and the island of Sumatra. These last excel in filagree work, for which they are celebrated, far exceeding even the Chinese in its extraordinary delicacy; yet their tools are ruder than those of the Indian goldsmith of the continent. When a Sumatran goldsmith is engaged to manufacture some piece of gold or silver work, he firsts asks for any little piece of thin iron-a bit of an iron hoop will answer his purpose -and with this he makes an instrument for drawing his wire. The head of an old hammer stuck in a block of wood serves for an anvil; and for a pair of compasses he is contented with two old nails tied together at the heads. If he has a crucible, good; if not, a piece of a broken rice-pot or a china tea-cup answers his purpose. His furnace is an old broken quallee or iron pot, and his bellows a joint of bamboo, through which he blows with his mouth. If the work be heavy, and the quantity of metal to be melted considerable, three or four sit round the furnace, each with his bamboo, and blow together. It is only at Padang, where the manufacture is carried on extensively, that the Chinese bellows has been introduced. The art of wire-drawing not having been considerably improved upon since the time of Tubalcain, the Sumatran method differs little from the European. When drawn sufficiently fine, the wire is flattened by beating it upon the anvil, and when flattened, it is twisted by rubbing it upon a block of wood with a flat stick. Having twisted it, the goldsmith again flattens it upon the anvil, and it is then a flat wire with serrated or indented edges, suitable for forming leaves or portions of flowers; these he makes by turning down the end of the wire with a rude pincers, and then cutting it off; this process is repeated until he has a sufficient number prepared for his work. The pattern he has drawn on a piece of paper or card, to the size and shape of which the intended piece of workmanship must correspond. If the work is to be formed upon a plate of gold, he cuts the plate to the shape of his pattern, and proceeds to dispose the various bits of foliage, assorted according to size, and adjusts wire of various thickness for the stems, tendrils, &c., fastening them temporarily together, and upon the plate, with the sago berry, called boca sago, which they reduce to a pulp by grinding upon a rough stone; and a young cocoa nut, about the size of a walnut, forms the ointment-box for this gelatinous preparation. When the work has been all placed in order, the operator prepares his solder, which consists of gold filings and borax mingled with water; this he strews upon the plate and applies to the several points of contact of the finer por | tions of his work; and then, exposing the whole to the action of the fire, in a few moments the soldering is completed. But if it is open work, he lays out the foliage and other parts upon a card or thin bit of soft wood, and attaches them together, as before described, with the pulp of the sago berry, applies the solder to the points of junction, and puts his work into the fire as before; the card or wood burns away, the solder unites the parts, and the work is completed; but if the piece be very large, the soldering is done at several times. When the work is finished as to the manufacturing part, it is cleansed and brightened by boiling it in water with common salt and alum, or lime juice; and when the goldsmith wishes to give it a fine purple colour, he boils it in water with sulphur. The beautiful little balls with which the Sumatran filagree work is sometimes ornamented, are very simply made. The maker merely drills a small hole in a piece of charcoal, into which he puts some grains of gold dust, and upon exposing it to the fire, it runs into a perfect ball. At finishing plain work, however, it must be confessed that the Sumatran and Indian goldsmiths fall short of the European; but if the latter excel in this, which may be considered the lowest department of the art, they are, despite their im. provements and the superiority of their instruments, vastly inferior in the elegance and delicacy of the finer parts. The Sonah Wallah (which signifies in Hindoostanee "the gold fellow"), or itinerant goldsmith of India, is far better supplied with tools and implements of his trade than the Sumatran; and being thus a step higher in the grade of civilization, he exhibits evidences of his advance in refinement by being such a confounded rogue, that it is almost impossible for even his European employer to detect him, or prevent him from pilfering some portion of the metal consigned to his ingenuity. The Sonah Wallah may be hired for half a rupee (a little over a shilling) a-day, and, like the tinkers in these countries, he brings his implements with him. These consist of a small forge, to the edge of which are attached several iron rings, which may be turned up over the charcoal to receive his crucibles; a tin tube to blow through, a pair of slight iron tongs, a pair of small pliers, a hammer, a couple of earthen saucers, and a rude anvil consisting of a piece of flint secured in a rough iron frame. The gold usually presented to him for working is the gold mohur, a coin worth about 32s. sterling; this coin he places in a crucible with a little borax, to make it fuse the more readily; and having fixed the crucible in one of the rings, and lighted the charcoal under and around it, he blows with his tin tube until the metal is melted, when he practises a trick of his trade by throwing in a small quantity of nitro-muriatic acid, which causes a sudden expansion or slight explosion, by which a portion of the metal is thrown out of the crucible into the fire, from the extinguished embers of which the rogue separates it at a convenient opportunity; and lest his employer should try to detect him by weighing the material both before and after working, he uses a copper rod for stirring the contents of the crucible, a portion of which rod melts and mingles with the gold, and so compensates for the deficiency in weight, or at least so nearly as invariably to escape detection, although it is more than probable that an instance seldom or never occurs in which they do not defraud their employers of a portion of the gold put into their hands. The fact is, that their admirable skill so coinpletely compensates for their knavery, that few would think of questioning too closely, for, rude and simple as are their tools, they far exceed European workmen in the production of delicate and intricately formed trinkets; their small, taper, and flexible fingers more than supplying the place of the numerous varieties of implements which the mechanic of Birmingham or Sheffield finds indispensably necessary. Indian chains of gold and silver have been ever celebrated for the beauty and complication of their structure; and although the Sonah Wallah may be considered to excel particularly in this branch of his art, yet he still must be admitted to surpass, or at least equal, the European even in the manufacture of finger rings, bracelets, and armlets. Much of the superior ingenuity of the Indian goldsmith may be attributable to the division of the people into castes or sections, by which fundamental law the same profession is carried on by the same people or family through countless generations; the Shastra, or code of Hindoo laws, forbidding the mixture of the castes, or interference with any business or profession not carried on by their progenitors. There are four integral divisions of the people. The first caste, the Brahmins, are said by the Hindoo scriptures to have issued, at the creation, from Brahma's mouth; and being thus the most excellent and dignified, are set apart for the priesthood and legislative departments of the state. The second, the Cshatryas, are said to have issued from Brahma's arms, and to them is committed the executive-these consequently form the armies. The third caste, the Vaisyas, are said to have proceeded from Brahma's thighs; they are the merchants, and consequently amongst them are to be found some of the wealthiest men of Hindostan. The fourth caste, called Soodras, being said to have issued from the feet of Brahma, are considered the most ignoble and degraded, and to them are left all mechanical arts and servile employments, as being beneath the dignity of the superior castes. Amongst the Soodras, consequently, are the goldsmiths; and as the different professions form a sort of minor castes amongst the greater ones, the same business is transferred from father to son and all the powers of the mind being directed undistractedly to the single object, pre-eminence in that line is naturally to be expected. N. BARNY O'GRADY. BEHOLD me safely landed at Philadelphia, with one hundred pounds in my pocket--a small sum of money; but many, from yet more trifling beginnings, have grown rich in America. Many passengers who came over in the same ship with me had not half so much. Several of them were indeed wretchedly poor. Among others there was an Irishman, who was known by the name of Barny-a contraction, I believe, for Barnaby. As to his surname, he could not undertake to spell it, but he assured me there was no better. This man, with many of his relatives, had come to England, according to their custom, during harvest time, to assist in reaping, because they gain higher wages than in their own country. Barny had heard that he should get still higher wages for labour in America, and accordingly he and his two sons, lads of eighteen and twenty, took their passage for Philadelphia. A merrier mortal I never saw. We used to hear him upon deck, continually singing or whistling his Irish tunes; and I should never have guessed that this man's life had been a series of hardships and misfortunes. When we were leaving the ship, I saw him, to my great surprise, crying bitterly; and upon inquiring what was the matter, he answered that it was not for himself, but for his two sons, he was grieving; because they were to be made redemption men; that is, they were to be bound to work, during a certain time, for the captain, or for whomsoever he pleased, till the money due for their passage should be paid. Although I was somewhat surprised at any one's thinking of coming on board a vessel without having one farthing in his pocket, yet I could not forbear paying the money for this poor fellow. He dropped down on the deck upon both his knees, as suddenly as if he had been shot, and holding up his hands to heaven, prayed, first in Irish, and then in English, with fervent fluency, that "I and mine might never want; that I might live long to reign over him; that success might attend my honour wherever I went; and that I might enjoy for evermore all sorts of blessings and crowns of glory.' As I had an English prejudice in favour of silent gratitude, I was rather disgusted by all this eloquence; I turned away abruptly, and got into the boat which waited to carry me to shore. * I had now passed three years in Philadelphia, and was not a farthing the richer, but, alas, a great deal poorer. My inveterate habit of procrastination-of delaying every thing till TO-MORROW, always stood betwixt me and prosperity. I at last resolved upon leaving the land of the star-spangled banner; but when I came to reckon up my resources, I found that I could not do so, unless I disposed of my watch and my wife's trinkets. I was not accustomed to such things, and I was ashamed to go to the pawnbroker's, lest I should be met and recognised by some of my friends. I wrapped myself up in an old surtout, and slouched my hat over my face. As I was crossing the quay, I met a party of gentlemen walking arm in arm. I squeezed past them, but one stopped and looked after me; and though I turned down another street to escape him, he dodged me unperceived. Just as I came out of the pawnbroker's shop, I saw him posted opposite me; I brushed by; I could with pleasure have knocked him down for his impertinence. By the time that I had reached the corner of the street, I heard a child calling after me; I stopped, and a little boy put into my hand my watch, saying, "Sir, the gentleman says you left your watch and these thingumbobs by mistake." "What gentleman ?" I don't know, but he was one that said I looked like an honest chap, and he'd trust me to run and give you the watch. He is dressed in a blue coat, and went towards the quay. That's all I know." On opening the paper of trinkets, I found a card with these words:" Barny-with kind thanks." "Barny! poor Barny! An Irishman whose passage I paid coming to America three years ago. Is it possible?" I ran after him the way which the child directed, and was so fortunate as just to catch a glimpse of the skirt of his coat as he went into a neat, good-looking house. I walked up and down for some time, expecting him to come out again; for I could not suppose that it belonged to Barny. I asked a grocer who was leaning over his hatch-door, if he knew who lived in the next house? "An Irish gentleman of the name of O'Grady." "And his Christian name?" "Here it is in my books, sir-Barnaby O'Grady." I knocked at Mr O'Grady's door, and made my way into the parlour, where I found him, his two sons, and his wife, sitting very sociably at tea. He and the two young men rose immediately, to set me a chair. "You are welcome, kindly welcome, sir," said he. "This is an honour I never expected, any way. Be pleased to take the seat next the fire. "Twould be hard indeed if you should not have the best seat's that to be had in this house, where we none of us ever should have sat, nor had seats to sit upon, but for you." The sons pulled off my shabby greatcoat, and took away my hat, and Mrs O'Grady made up the fire. There was something in their manner, altogether, which touched me so much that it was with difficulty I could keep myself from bursting into tears. They saw this, and Barny (for I shall never call him any thing else), as he thought that I should like better to hear of public affairs than to speak of my own, began to ask his sons if they had seen the day's paper, and what news there were. As soon as I could command my voice, I congratulated this family upon the happy situation in which I found them, and asked by what lucky accident they had succeeded so well. "The luckiest accident ever happened me before or since I came to America," said Barny, "was being on board the same vessel with such a man as you. If you had not given me the first lift, I had been down for good and all, and trampled under foot, long and long ago. But after that first lift, all was as easy as life. My two sons here were not taken from me-God bless you; for I never can bless you enough for that. The lads were left to work for me and with me; and we never parted, hand or heart, but just kept working on together, and put all our earnings, as fast as we got them, into the hands of that good woman, and lived hard at first, as we were born and bred to do, thanks be to heaven! Then we swore against all sorts of drink entirely. And as I had occasionally served the masons when I lived a labouring man in the county of Dublin, and knew something of that business, why, whatever I knew, I made the most of, and a trowel felt noways strange to me, so I went to work, and had higher wages at first than I deserved. The same with the two boys: one was as much of a blacksmith as would shoe a horse, and the other a bit of a carpenter; so the one got plenty of work in the forges, and the other in the dockyards as a ship-carpenter. So, early and late, morning and evening, we were all at the work, and just went this way struggling on even for a twelvemonth, and found, with the high wages and constant employ we had met, that we were getting greatly better in the world. Besides, the wife was not idle. When a girl, she had seen baking, and had always a good notion of it, and just tried her hand upon it now, and found the loaves went down with the customers, who came faster and faster for them; and this was a great help. Then I turned master mason, and had my men under me, and took a house to build by the job, and that did; and then on to another; and after building many for the neighbours, 'twas fit and my turn, I thought, to build one for myself, which I did out of theirs, without wronging them of a penny. In short," continued Barny, "if you were to question me how I have got on so well in the world, upon my conscience I should answer, we never made Saint Monday, and never put off till to-morrow what we could do to-day.' |