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of a dense population objectionable, on account of the large quantity of ordure and offal which necessarily accumulates therein. It is a great disadvantage that large masses of filth should be suffered to congregate in the very heart of a great city, as it not only affects the sanitary condition of the population in itself, but sets an example to the whole neighbourhood to be unusually dirty and filthy. The localities of these nuisances are usually avoided by respectable persons. An inferior class occupies the houses, whose squalor and wretchedness is but an extension of the evil.

Mr William Fortesque, surgeon, considered the effluvia from the slaughter-house refuse a mixture of sulphuretted hydrogen and carbonic acid gases, which are disengaged in proportion to the stage of decomposition the fæcal matter has reached; and that it is highly detrimental to the health of the locality in which slaughter-houses are situated, when enclosed by dwellings, and in the midst of a dense population.'

A VALUABLE HINT FOR FARMERS.

him rams and sold him long-horned bulls (said Mr Bakewell), and told him the real value of labour, both in-doors and out, and what ought to be done with a certain number of men, oxen, and horses, within a given time. I taught him to sow less and plough better; that there were limits and measures to all things; and that the husbandman ought to be stronger than the farm. I told him how to make hot land colder, and cold land hotter, light land stiffer, and stiff land lighter. I soon caused him to shake off all his old deep-rooted prejudices, and I grafted new ones in their places. I told him not to breed inferior cattle, sheep, or horses, but the best of each kind, for the best consumed no more than the worst. My friend became a new man in his old age, and died rich. - Gardeners' Chronicle.

A PINT OF ALE AND A NEWSPAPER.

covered with half a million of types, at a cost of thirty pounds for itself and other sheets printed at the same office the same day; and this sells for no more than the pint of ale, the juice of a little malt and hops! And yet after one person has enjoyed it, affording him news from all him as a man and a citizen, it remains to be enjoyed by parts of the world, and useful thoughts on all that interests scores of others in the same town or elsewhere; and it promotes trade, and finds employment, and markets for jects for conversation; and there are some who think this goods, and cautions against frauds and accidents, and subarticle dear, though the swiftly-gone barley-water is paid for cheerfully. How is this? Is the body a better paymaster than the mind, and are things of the moment more prized than things of moment? Is the transient tickling of the stomach of more consequence than the improvement of the mind, and the information that is essential to rational beings? If things had their real value, would not the newspaper be worth many pints of the best ale?— Liverpool Mercury,

How strangely the value of different things is estimated in some minds! A few grains of toasted barley are wetted, and the juice squeezed into a little water, with a taste of the leaves of the hop-plant-the value of both being too The celebrated Mr Robert Bakewell of Dishly, Leicester- the mixture, which costs also so little labour as hardly to small to be calculated; and a very slight tax is laid upon shire, and the founder of the New Leicester sheep, used be reckoned in our coinage. A pint of this sells, retail, for to tell an anecdote with exceeding high glee of a farmer not only of the olden school, but of the golden times. This fourpence; and if of good flavour, it is reckoned cheap and farmer, who owned and occupied 1000 acres of land, had well worth the money; and so it is. It is drunk off in a minute or two-it is gone. On the same table on which three daughters. When his eldest daughter married, he this was served lies a newspaper, the mere white sheet of gave her one-quarter of his land for her portion, but no money; and he found, by a little more speed and a little which cost one penny-farthing, and the duty thereon one better management, the produce of his farm did not penny, with no deductions for damaged, crooked, or overdecrease. When his second daughter married, he gave carriage from mills and stamp-office at a distance; and it printed copies made ready for sale, and charged too with her one-third of the remaining land for her portion, but no money. He then set to work, and began to grub' up his is furze and fern, and ploughed up what he called his poor dry furze land, even when the furze covered in some closes nearly half the land. After giving half his land away to two of his daughters, to his great surprise he found that the produce increased: he made more money because his new broken-up furze land brought excessive crops, and at the same time he farmed the whole of his land better, for he employed three times more labourers upon it; he rose two hours sooner in the morning, had no more dead fallows once in three years; instead of which he got two green crops in one year, and ate them upon the land. A garden never requires a dead fallow. But the great advantage was, that he had got the same money to manage 500 acres as he had to manage 1000 acres; therefore he laid out double the money upon the land. When his third and last daughter married, he gave her 250 acres, or half which remained, for her portion, and no money. He then found that he had the same money to farm onequarter of the land as he had at first to farm the whole. He began to ask himself a few questions, and set his wits to work how he was to make as much of 250 as he had done of 1000 acres. He then paid off his bailiff, who I have never known these animals, rapacious as they are, weighed twenty stone! rose with the larks in the long extend their attacks to man, though they probably would days, and went to bed with the lamb; he got as much if very hungry, and a favourable opportunity presented more work done for his money; he made his servants, itself. I shall not soon forget an adventure with one of labourers, and horses, move faster; broke them from them, many years ago, on the frontiers of Missouri. Riding their snail's space; and found that the eye of the master near the prairie border, I perceived one of the largest and quickened the pace of the servant. He saw the begin- fiercest of the gray species, which had just descended from ning and ending of everything; and to his servants and the west, and seemed famished to desperation. I at once labourers, instead of saying, Go and do it,' he said to prepared for a chase; and being without arms, I caught up a them, Let us go, my boys, and do it.' Between come cudgel, when I betook me valiantly to the charge, much and go he soon found out a great difference. He grubbed stronger, as I soon discovered, in my cause than in my up the whole of his furze and ferns, and then ploughed equipment. The wolf was in no humour to flee, however, the whole of his poor grass land up, and converted a great but boldly met me full half-way. I was soon disarmed, deal of corn into meat for sake of the manure, and he pre- for my club broke upon the animal's head. He then laid served his black water (the essence of manure); cut his to my horse's legs, which, not relishing the conflict, gave hedges down, which had not been plashed for forty or a plunge, and sent me whirling over his head, and made his fifty years; straightened his zig-fences; cut his water- escape, leaving me and the wolf at close quarters. I was courses straight, and gained a deal of land by doing so; no sooner upon my feet than my antagonist renewed the made dams and sluices, and irrigated all the land he charge; but being without weapon, or any means of awakencould; he grubbed up many of his hedges and borders ing an emotion of terror, save through his imagination, I covered with bushes, in some places from 10 to 14 yards took off my large black hat, and using it for a shield, began in width, some more in his small closes, some not wider to thrust it towards his gaping jaws. My ruse had the than streets; and threw three, four, five, and six closes desired effect; for after springing at me a few times, he into one. He found out that, instead of growing white-wheeled about, and trotted off several paces, and stopped thorn hedges and haws to feed foreign birds in the winter, he could grow food for man instead of migratory birds. After all this improvement he grew more, and made more of 250 acres than he did from 1000; at the same time he found out that half of England at that time was not cultivated from the want of means to cultivate it with. I let

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ENCOUNTER WITH A PRAIRIE WOLF.

to gaze at me. Being apprehensive that he might change his mind and return to the attack, and conscious that, under the compromise, I had the best of the bargain, I very resolutely-took to my heels, glad of the opportunity of making a drawn game, though I had myself given the challenge.―Journal of a Santa Fé Trader.

POPULAR RECREATION.

Can anything be more lamentable to contemplate than a dull, grim, and vicious population, whose only amusement is sensuality? Yet what can we expect if we provide no means of recreation; if we never share our own pleasure with our own poorer brethren; and if the public buildings which invite them in their brief hours of leisure are chiefly gin palaces? As for our cathedrals and great churches, we mostly have them well locked up, for fear any one should steal in and say a prayer, or contemplate a noble work of art without paying for it; and we shut up people by thousands in dense towns, with no outlets to the country it those which are guarded on both sides by dusty hedges. Now an open space near the town is one of nature's churches: and it is an imperative duty to provide such things. Nor, indeed, should we stop at giving breathing-places to crowded multitudes in great towns. To provide cheap locomotion as a means of social improvement should be ever in the minds of legislators and other influential persons. Blunders in legislating about railways, and absurd expenditure in making them, are a far greater public detriment than they may seem at first sight. Again, without interfering too much, or attempting to force a Book of Sports' upon the people, who in that case would be resolutely dull and lugubrious, the benevolent employer of labour might exert himself in many ways to encourage healthful and instructive amusements amongst his men. He might give prizes for athletic excellence or skill: he might aid in establishing zoological gardens, or music-meetings, or exhibitions of pictures, or mechanics' institutes. These are things in which some of the great employers of labour have already set him the example. Let him remember how much his workpeople are deprived of by being almost confined to one spot; and let him be the more anxious to enlarge their minds, by inducing them to take interest in anything which may prevent the 'ignorant present' and its low cares from absorbing all their attention. He has very likely some pursuit or some art in which he takes especial pleasure himself, and which gives to his leisure perhaps its greatest charm; he may be sure that there are many of his people who could be made to share in some degree that pleasure or pursuit with him. It is a large, a sure, and certainly a most pleasurable benefice, to provide for the poor such opportunities of recreation or means of amusement as I have mentioned above. Neither can it be set down as at all a trifling matter. Depend upon it, that man has not made any great progress in humanity who does not care for the leisure hours and amusements of his fellowmen.-The Claims of Labour.

PERSONAL APPEARANCE AND HABITS OF THE POPE. I had the honour of two interviews with Pius IX.: the first as a member of the committee appointed for a humane purpose; the second with a private party. I believe the committee was the first body of Englishmen who waited on the Pope; and certainly, as Mr Harford spoke his sensible address, his Holiness seemed highly pleased and affected. His manner is frank, and even simple. There is not the slightest tincture of pride or stateliness in his deportment. Pius IX., addressing his fellow-men, utters like a man of sense what he really at the moment thinks and feels. There was no written reply, couched in terms of cold formality to what was kindly said, but a cordial, spontaneous expression of feeling, outspoken at the moment. The Pope said something courteous to several individual members presented to him: hearing I was a lawyer, he remarked that an English advocate had lately sent him a book on legislation, which he was sure contained much which would be desirable for him to know, but, unfortunately, being unacquainted with the language, he could not read it-a very sensible, but unkingly observation. Common kings never admit their ignorance of anything. Dull pomposity is not congenial to the disposition of Pius IX. His manner was, however, a little unsteady. He is not what some would call dignified; he appeared as if his royalty sat awkwardly upon him; in appearance very unlike the portraits of Pius VI. countenance, stout figure, and whole bearing of Pius IX., denote plain, vigorous sense, resolution and manliness of character, and true benevolence, more than refined or polished taste, lofty dignity, royal pride, or grandeur of thought. Strip him of his robes of state, he never would be mistaken for a subtle Jesuit or crafty priest, but would

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pass all the world over for a sagacious, clear-headed, English country gentleman. Such was the opinion I formed on my first interview with Pius IX. The second time I had the honour of being received, the Pope was quite at his ease; and when the party of English ladies and gentlemen were grouped around him, spoke with unaffected kindness what he deemed most suitable. He inquired anxiously about Ireland, and spoke in terms of hearty admiration of the exertions made by the parliament in England in relief of the Irish famine. The vote of ten millions seemed to astonish his Holiness. On this occasion the manner of the Pope was fatherly; and undoubtedly, I must say, rooted as I am in the Protestant faith, the unaffected behaviour of Pius IX. towards people of all nations is that becoming an ecclesiastic aspiring to be considered the head of the Christian church.-Whiteside's Italy in the Nineteenth Century.

A SKETCH.

HERS was a lowly and a lonely fate:

Far from the world's gay throng, unseen, unknown,
Like a fair floweret in a woodland vale
She grew in beauty, 'neath the fostering shade
Of an old stately tree-her fathers' home-
Which centuries had seen thus proudly stand,
Braving the storms of winter and of fate,
In lone magnificence. She, fair and young,
The child of that high race, was gently nursed
With smiles and loving tears-the sunny beams
And vernal showers of her quiet spring.
And days and years passed on-unmarked the flight
Of Time-till she blushed forth a glorious flower.
But none were there to see, and none to love
(To see had been to love). Far otherwise
Her fate ordained. And finding all around
No ocean for the stream of love that gushed
Warm, pure, and holy from her youthful heart,
Meekly she turned her soft blue eyes to Heaven;
And there, amid her native woodlands, like
The woodland flower-her emblem-on the soft
And wooing breeze that gently round her played,
She lavished all her sweets-a fragrant store-
And there she garnered up her love, her hope,
Her heart's sweet virgin bloom.

So passed her spring; and summer glided on,
Yet still she lonely dwelt-blessing and blessed
In that fair vale, and by the world unknown.
Pleasure, the butterfly, unheeding passed
On jewelled wing; but the bee, Happiness,
Dwelt lovingly within her gentle breast,
And lingered, charmed with it's sweet resting-place,
Drinking the honey of her soul; and Peace,
The dove-like, brooded in the shadowy boughs,
And lulled her with its whispered melody;
And evermore the eye of Heaven gazed
In her pure eyes, and found reflected there
Its holy image.

Thus waned her summer; and now autumn drear
Obscured with clouds the sunshine of her lot.
Loved blossoms faded round-and sere and wan,
Rustled with dying moan above her head
The kindred leaves of her time-honoured' tree.
She wept to see them parted: day by day,
Hurled in dark eddies to the stormy sky,
Or faded on the parent bough; and then
Falling around her once bright dwelling-place,
And mingling with the dust of years gone by.
Dimmed were those gentle eyes; yet 'mid their tears,
With fading light turned lovingly to Heaven:
And so she died.

Mourn not her lonely fate. True all unknown
Passion to her, and greatness, and renown;
Yet blest in this was she: unfelt was Love,
Therefore Inconstancy, Greatness unknown,
And hence Ambition's restless flood had ne'er
Disturbed the placid current of her life.
Sweet ties of household love-and charity,
Friendship, and pure benevolence-in these
Passed all her quiet hours. Oh say, ye sad
And weary ones of earth! was she not blest
Whom peace and love surrounded, and who died
Tranquil and hopeful, gazing up to Heaven?

G. C.

Published by W. & R. CHAMBERS, High Street, Edinburgh. Also sold by D. CHAMBERS, 98 Miller Street, Glasgow; W. S. OB, 147 Strand, London; and J. M'GLASHAN, 21 D'Olier Street, Dublin.-Printed by W. and R. CHAMBERS, Edinburgh.

EDINBURGH

JOURNAL

CONDUCTED BY WILLIAM AND ROBERT CHAMBERS, EDITORS OF CHAMBERS'S INFORMATION FOR
THE PEOPLE,' 'CHAMBERS'S EDUCATIONAL COURSE,' &c.

No. 248. NEW SERIES.

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1848.

FROLICS OF FASHION.

Ir is told of an old Scotch laird that he had acquired the habit of walking in an cdd shambling manuer from an excess of politeness while residing at a foreign court, where the reigning prince had the misfortune to be somewhat stiff in the ankle-joints. There was nothing very remarkable in this trait of complaisance, for the spirit of imitation in dress, language, and customs of all kinds is of so universally pervading an influence, that, right or wrong, its dictates are unhesitatingly followed. One therefore should not laugh too hard at the old laird's affected lameness. We are all less or more followers, from imitation and habit, of usages which common sense has some difficulty in justifying.

PRICE 1d.

ficial states of society, in which etiquette exercises the chief control, cannot be said to be favourable to the growth of moral excellence. We would not, however, have it thought that there is anything either blameable or ridiculous-far from it-in following fashions which are convenient, becoming, and suitable to general circumstances. Every successive generation introduces some species of novelty, which is an expression of social progress; and in costumes and customs we may read the moral history of a country as distinctly as in its medals and monuments. Fortunately the tendency of fashion in our own day is towards simplicity; though in this respect we are only following the progress which commenced a generation ago. The imitation which challenges sarcasm is that of the monkey and the medicine-a fantastic copying of what is valueless and unsuitable. In this respect it is a meanness, and betrays as much the want of true diguity as of common reflection. It is the enemy of fashion, perpetually turning it into ridicule, and forcing it into a thousand feverish changes to escape from its persecutions. These changes are sometimes as comical as those of the two fairies in the Arabian Nights,' who fought through a series of metamorphoses. We remem. ber the leaders of ton, some years ago, had recourse to the expedient of disguising their voices by a certain dexterous use of the roof of the mouth. Even this, however, did not baffle their pursuers; in a very short time the world of slavish imitators acquired the new form of speech, and drove invention to new shifts. At a later epoch some ingenious persons stuck an eye-glass into their eye, supporting it by the muscles alone, and bearing with heroical equanimity the inconvenience and the ridicule but this has now come down to the order of small imitators, who affect to bask in the sunshine of fashion.

Of all despots, Fashion is the most despotic; and yet the thing is entirely voluntary. There is, however, the terror of appearing to act differently from what seems to be a legitimately-erected standard. No inquiry is employed as to the correctness of the taste which has suggested any distinct change in fashion. No matter even that accident has been the cause of the alteration; for, as in a state of panic, what all hasten to do cannot possibly be wrong. In the modern lady-world, this panic of fashion is observed to work as marvellous transformations as that which took place among the towering head-dresses of Addison's days, and to have about as reasonable a purpose. When the Queen was on the Clyde last year, finding her face visited too roughly by the air of our Scottish hills, she tied her veil under her chin. The action was natural, and the effect no doubt, in the circumstances, becoming. The royal cheeks, warm with health, flushed with womanly and queenly feeling, and fanned by the welcoming breezes of the north, looked almost as beautiful, we daresay, as a moss-rose. However that may be, before the day was out, there were hundreds of other cheeks in the same As regards the mass of mankind, imitation is a kind predicament. The rage of imitation spread. In the of substitute for principle; and estimated not in its exshadiest walks-in the closest streets of the town-treme aspect, until individuals are better able to direct in the calmest and hottest days of the season-the veil was fashionably tied under the chin. The fashion, however, was in reality made a fashion only through misapprehension; for the Queen had merely adopted a temporary expedient to serve a temporary end; and when the emergence was over, she no doubt unloosed the knot, and gave her veil to the winds as usual. Her imitators were as unregardful of circumstances as the very sagacious monkey which gulped a package of medicine because he saw his master swallow a quantity of the same material previously.

To a silly and panic-like rage of imitation may no doubt most fashions be traced; the fear of infringing even a trifling point in a prevailing usage being perhaps stronger than that which makes men avoid the commission of serious error. And thus highly arti

their own movements, it deserves indulgence, if not approbation. So many persons are placed in circumstances adverse to original or independent thought, that we cannot speak too flatteringly of efforts at imitation, which, though sometimes grotesque, and possibly out of place, are in the main respectable, and significant of a wish for improvement. On a late occasion, when shown into the cottage of a rural labourer, we observed with surprise that a small table was laid out with books starfashion, as in the drawing-room of a city. The effort at gentility was in one sense ludicrous; yet how deserving was it of commendation, all things considered! The true way to view such things is to place them in contrast with that utter disregard of all the decencies of life which is unhappily manifested by parties moving in a rank equal to that of the rural labourer. Only a day or two

previously we had visited the house of a person of greater worldly possessions, and found the family living almost in a state of nature along with their cattle. Exhibitions of this latter sort are calculated to inspire a wonderful degree of toleration of imitative efforts at elegance and improvement, however incongruous. Better see a population toiling to ape the fashions of refined society, than see it contented with the listless mediocrity of semi-barbarism! Placed in this light, the mimicry of fashion is to be viewed as one of those tendencies which Providence has impressed on mankind for their benefit. It is constantly drawing them out of the slough of natural desires, and leading them by steps, imperceptible to themselves, towards the higher aims of civilisation.

THE START IN LIFE.

A TALE.

'WELL, Cousin Danby, so Mary is going to be married? I rode over to hear all about it, and to ask how soon I am to wish you joy.'

"Thank you kindly, John,' replied the mother of the bride-elect, her face beaming with smiles: indeed you | should have been the first to hear the news, only you were away at the assizes; for often and often Mary said to me that there was no one in the world on whose advice she would depend, or to whose opinion she would look up more entirely, than your own: not that Mary felt any doubts as to her choice; she knew him all her life, and so do we all-as good a gentleman bred and born as in all Ireland: indeed for that matter, much better than Mary had any right to expect: but she did often say that had you been at home before matters were entirely settled, she would have liked to consult you as to what you thought best.'

With all patience and attention John Travers listened, knowing well that interruption would only add to the intricacy of the narrative. Now, however, at a pause he inquired where was Mary; but without heeding the inquiry, Mrs Danby proceeded in her harangue. Mary's intended husband, Frank Nugent, had got a wonderful catch of a farm on lease from Mr Jones, and everything no doubt would go on beautifully. There could not have been a better start in life!

And where is the capital to encounter so large an undertaking?'

'Oh, Mary, you know, has a hundred pounds, and Frank will probably get something from his brother George.'

Umph,' said John Travers. The bargain is not completely made?'

Quite settled,' answered Mrs Danby with a look full of satisfaction. The lease was drawn and signed a fortnight ago. Tradesmen are in the house, and most part of the furniture is come home. Mary has not quite fixed the day, but I have an idea it is not very far off.'

I did not expect to hear matters had gone so far,' said John gravely; though guessing pretty well long ago how they would end. As you say, their choice does credit to them both; and yet I confess, Cousin Danby, I more than share in Mary's anxieties regarding the future; and as my notions are my own, I am afraid I cannot so easily lay them by. But tell me, how did Frank Nugent come by such a bargain? Mr Jones has the name of being a hard and griping agent, and very few real bargains, as I hear, have ever passed through his hands.'

'Oh, but Frank is very different from the generality of his tenants,' replied the widow. No wonder if Mr Jones made a compliment to him; or most likely the family had interest with Sir Hugh himself, and got the place for Frank without any thanks to the agent. Indeed it seems so natural to me that any of the Nugents could get a farm whenever they chose to look for it, that I never thought of making it a subject of inquiry.'

'Interest-interest- the Irish look too much to doing things through interest,' said John Travers composedly.

And all right too, if they have not a fortune of their own,' replied Mrs Danby. But tell me, Cousin John, what you would have recommended.'

"That is soon done. I should have advised Mary and her intended husband to wait a little till better times, or at all events not to have started with a heavy farm on their hands, but, in preference, to have opened a shop in the town. I know one, with a stock to boot, which is at present to be had for a comparatively small sum.' 'A shop! Did you say a shop? Our family have never descended to the meanness of trade. I am glad I was the first, and I hope the last, to hear of your doubtless well-meaning, but unsuitable proposal. It would ill become any of Mary's relations to teach Frank Nugent that his position was lowered by his marriage.'

'Well, cousin, no offence meant either to you or the Nugents, or least of all to dear little Mary. I wished to see her and her husband independent, what they never will be at the fag end of what you call their position. Gladly would I have done something to spare Mary the weary struggle of keeping up false appearances done anything but quench her heart's young joy. Remember that, Cousin Danby, I would not thwart this marriage-I |. would not even say it was inconsiderate or ill-advised, though many might agree with me-for I know them both thoroughly: they are good, honest, loving, and in the end they will pull through.'

Luckily, as Mrs Danby remarked, the advice and the foreboding were both too late, and John Travers was too wise and too kind to offer superfluous counsel; so he bided his time, contenting himself for the present with forwarding their preparations as far as lay in his power, avoiding all discussions of ways and means. Mary alone, perhaps, read his silence aright-his forbearance; but as this was a point on which her doubts had been stifled by the hand which was to provide for the future, she determined, in the fulness of womanly trust, that no other should revive them again; and thus the subject was tacitly dropped, while both in their own way looked as happy and hopeful on the day of the wedding as if no cloud from the future had ever shadowed their minds.

Happy and hopeful!-those were no words for Mrs Danby; she was actually radiant as carriage and jaunting-car drove up to her door, and the full tile of compliments and congratulations poured in. To do her justice, her hopes and her plans were all centered in her daughter; her dreams of ambition only through! her: she still had her dreams, but they were about to be realised, and she was contented to shine for the future with reflected light.

Mrs Danby was the widow of an officer, who, some twenty years before, when quartered in this her native village, captivated by her blooming face, had married and taken her away. She returned at his death with one little daughter, judging from experience that the slender provision, which was scarce better than poverty amongst strangers, would seem quite a fortune in the eyes of her humbler connections at home; and by good management, and keeping her own counsel, it really answered all the purposes of a fortune in her hands. Every one hastened to welcome her-every one tried to assist-all gave her credit for genuine feeling in returning to her early home and friends-none suspected that necessity had influenced her choice; and all at once she found herself, for the first time in her life, a person of consequence in the circle in which she lived. But, unreasonable woman, this did not satisfy her; she had been all her life clinging to the edge of another, and could know no contentment until she had slipped herself fairly in. Had her ambition been for Mary only, it might have been abundantly gratified; her sweet looks and manner unconsciously won their way in circles where her father had been intimate many

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years before. But no one thought it requisite to include Mrs Danby in the attentions paid to her daughter; and each solitary invitation would have been a source of fresh vexation, had she not regarded Mary as the stepping-stone by which her wishes were to be accomplished in the end.

It might have been a false and mortifying position for Mary to find herself accepted on a memory that had all but passed away, while her actual connections remained unnoticed and unknown-even her mother. But she had too much tact ever to complain: instinctively she stood in awe of Mary's true heart-her single mind; she knew her daughter would never mix in society where her mother was rejected; and still hoping on, made her present retirement seem both to Mary and her own companions quite a matter of choice.

How often would Mary, in the midst of her pleasant anticipations of some party, lay down her simple attire with a sigh, and exclaim- Oh, mamma, what a pity that you too may not wear a white muslin-then you need never stay at home from unwillingness to spend money.in a suitable dress; though shame for me,' she would add, throwing her arms round her neck, to give even this as a reason, when I know too well you lost all heart for amusement before ever you came here!' And again, how often would the mother scan the sweet ingenuous face of her child, on her return from some excursion, to discover whether it bore any trace of the mortifications her own sensitive vanity always led her to apprehend. But no: Mary, as we have said, was too true-hearted, too gentle, ever thus to suffer: she made no vain pretensions, and her companions were well contented to love her for what she really was; so well, that when Frank Nugent began to love her best of any, his sisters and his mother only hoped he would deserve her, and thought him fortunate indeed when he won her true and warm heart. Luckily they knew but little of Mrs Danby, or of her boastful delight at 'the connection;' little of worthy John Travers and his graver anxieties, else their judgments might have remained suspended between the hopes of the one and the fears of the other, until the scale had been turned against Mary herself.

Frank's eldest brother, George Nugent, indeed protested they were a couple of fools: Frank for selling his hunter, and giving up his free quarters at home; Mary for refusing a rich old squire, whose admiration had long been their standing joke. And confoundedly unseasonable, to use his own words, was Frank's request to be paid off the few hundreds, his portion as a younger son, and in fact all he could call his own. So the money not being convenient, George bestirred himself to find some equivalent. Mustering together two or three past obligations, and some unpleasant information which he had equally stored up, he now brought them to bear, in the friendliest manner, on Mr Jones the agent; received in return the lease of the farm, which Frank in his turn accepted in lieu of his claim-no unfrequent mode of management; and thus all parties were pleased-the agent, who gave only a nominal bargain; the brother, who cleared off an encumbrance on his property; the young lovers, rejoicing in their own happiness and the goodwill of their friends, heedless that in one instance it had been purchased, and dearly too; and Mrs Danby and John Travers both right in their conclusions: Mr Nugent's interest had obtained the farm-Frank's money had secured that interest.

Some few, very few years had passed by, when whispers began to float about too much in the tone of John Travers's early forebodings. Mrs Danby's countenance -a true barometer-no longer bright and exulting, revealed much that her lips were still far from uttering. She had moved down again to the lowly front parlour, again condescending to be amused by the movements of the village street; and if now and then she did ascend to her former quarters, and station herself again at the favourite window, it was no longer ostentatiously to point out the residence of Mrs Nugent,' but to weep,

where none could see her, over Mary's fallen prospects and her desolate home.

Perhaps had she visited it oftener she would have found less occasion for sorrow. How many griefs, how much of regret and disappointment, might we all find ourselves spared if we only took a sober and probable view of the future in the morning of life! In the morning of life? Yes; not that of the youthful dreamer, not that morning still gilt with the glories of dawn; but of actual life, with its cares and its business, on which few enter steadily without finding its reasonable promise fulfilled. But if Mrs Danby was still a dreamer, it was not so with Mary. From the first, she had been aware of her position, and determined to make the best of it. She knew she could never expect to mingle on equal terms with the rich or great of their neighbourhood; and wondering at her mother's extravagant anticipations, she gently, but decidedly, discouraged them at once, though pained to find her motives entirely misunderstood; her mother attributing the check to unwillingness on the part of Mary to allow her to participate in amusements which she could never believe would be voluntarily resigned. But Mary was firm, even with Frank, though with him her part was different, more easy, yet more difficult: she was all in all to him, supplied the place of all; and yet he had been accustomed to so many things of which he never knew the valuethings supplied without question in his brother's somewhat wasteful establishment-that she felt those minor privations must be a continual strain on his goodhumour, and that on her devolved the task of preventing them from becoming a strain upon his love. She tried to give as modest a tone as possible to their establishment; to prove from the very first that superfluities were not necessaries; and that now, while life and joy were young, was the time to accustom themselves to live without indulgences which might be requisite, yet not attainable, in after-years. But to do all this with a husband all his life accustomed to indiscriminating hospitality; always ready to enjoy the passing hour whose favourite maxim was, ' we'll never do it younger;' to do this efficiently, and yet not disagreeably; to check extravagance without infringing on real comfort; to lessen their circle of society, yet leave no wearisome blank; to choose so well, and exert herself so well, that the few more than supplied the place of the manythis was surely an arduous task for quiet unpretending little Mary: but she set about it with all her heart and all her spirit; and it was done.

She succeeded so well, that even George, who began by calling them fools, and indeed, as far as Frank was concerned, by verifying his words, was now fain to call him a lucky dog.' He would often escape from his own irregular home to enjoy the comfort and the quiet of their well-ordered dwelling; and was never better pleased than when one of Mary's fairy notes would furnish him with an excuse, by asking him to ride up 'Lady Lilly,' and give her to poor Frank for one day with the hounds; or to bring the greyhounds in the morning, that he might enjoy a day's coursing after his hard work all the week; and to remember all the while it must seem to come from himself, as Frank would be twice as much delighted then. Yes, Frank is a lucky dog: she is a woman in a thousand,' was always George's soliloquy as he hastened to obey her behests. But latterly it was uttered more slowly, more sadly; then followed by an impatient burst, But where's the good of it all? Of all her good sense, all her good management, they have nothing to work on: I have nothing to spare them; and sooner or later, the crash must come at last.'

It came sooner even than any anticipated: it came to them, as well as many another, in Ireland's fatal year. But though hastened by general calamity, it was not the less inevitable; for Frank had embarked far beyond his means, and no after-prudence could retrieve that step. Ground imperfectly cultivated; shortcoming crops; cattle insufficiently housed and fed, dying in

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