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our county consider it a duty to raise a pecuniary tribute for his large family, please put down my name for twenty pounds.—Your's truly,
"John H. TALBOT,
“One of O'Connell's oldest supporters. Ballytrent, 26th May, 1858."
The following letter, addressed to the Right Hon. J. D. Fitzgerald, has been received from his Grace the Most Rev. Dr. Cullen :
“ Tara, May 28, 1858. MY DEAR MR. FITZGERALD-I shall feel happy to co-operate in any way in my power in carrying out your views to make a provision for Mr. John O'Connell's family. If I was in Dublin I would assist at the meeting; but as I was not able to be present, I beg to wish you every success, and to say that I shall do everything in my power to promote the interests of so deserving a family:- Believe me to be, Sir, &c.,
“+ PAUL CULLEN." “Right Hon. J. D. Fitzgerald, M. P."
June 16th, 1858. Since John O'Connell was laid in his grave, just nineteen days ago, more than £2,300 have been subscribed by men of all classes and religions, because they believed of John O'Connell, as Sydney Smith believed of Henry Grattan“ He thought the noblest occupation of a man was to make other men happy and free; and in that straight line he went on, without one side look, without one yielding thought, without one motive in his heart which he might not have laid open to the view of God and man. He is gone!-but there is not a single day of his honest life of which every good Irishman would not be more proud, than of the whole political existence of his countrymen-the annual deserters and betrayers of their native land." We thank God that one Irishman is thought of by his fellowcountrymen.
between them, but some unisconception or some interference of those around, drives away the welcome chance, and everything is immediately in the wrangling category, and he exclaims against the silly impressionable Crescenz or the coquettish Mrs. State-Physician Berger that will not let them unfold their thoughts to each other in peace and quietness.
A pleasant opening occurs. The old people have gone on a visit, and the younger folk have the house to themselves under the mock tutelage of an indulgent duenna ; and they improve the occasion by resorting to the kitchen and preparing a little feast, Hamilton reading in recitativo from the cookery book, while the ladies superintend the various processes described. Delightful day !-delightful evening, preparing for the masquerade for visiting which by the way they bad got no sanction. Alas! there is a rival in the case, a cousin of Hildegarde. A mask is observed to watch their movements; she is separated from her sister, lover, and friends. Hamilton is searching for her, wild with terror and self accusation, when Pater Familias's candle expires, and concludes a three hours study, during which he had got more than one uncomplimentary bint from an adjoining room, concerning the very unusual liberty he is taking.
Passing over his uncomfortable first half hour after taking possession of bis pillow, we find him when breakfast is over making a hypocritical apology to Miss Adelaide for taking the second and third volumes to his office, as he has correspondents in Innsbruck and Saltzburg, and wishes to see wbat is said in the work concerning those places and the surrounding districts. He has to answer a letter just arrived from Hamburgb,—but Hildegarde's father is seized with the cholera, and common bumanity will not suffer him to quit his bed-side to answer a mere business despatch. The hero is watched through a fever by Hildegarde, his loug tresses being cut off of course. She is observed afterwards to wear a bracelet of dark auburn hair, and while the attention of the family is engaged in guessing whose chevelure unatches it in hue, -our merchant is requested by a clerk to look over an account into which some error has crept. So he will, but let us first be sure if Hildegarde has slily stolen some of the sick man's brown hair, and therefrom fashioned her precious talismau.
It is now after two o'clock, and bank accounts and bills have to be looked after, and various directions given as to invoices and bonded goods, while he would give a great deal for a little leisure to accompany the lovers in their journey from Frankfort to Mayence, and afterwards down the Rhine, sitting beside them under the deck-awning, listening to their discourse, and taking notice of the “castled crags” as they are passed on the delightful voyage. How uninteresting appear the invoice books and the ledgers beside the fever-exciting little volume hidden on the approach of visitors on business! At last, after an anxious interval, truth and constancy are rewarded, and our man of figures wakes out of a restless dream, finds a disagreeable vacuum in thoughts and feelings, and wonders what spell was on him forcible enough to cut off three hours of his natural sleep, and cause him to neglect his affairs to a very inconvenient extent.
The heroine is undoubtedly worthy of a niche near Belinda Portman, Flora M' lvor, and Miss Austen's Emma ; and perhaps when a cheap edition is published, he will purchase it, and read it over quietly, and a little at a time, for the beautiful descriptions of scenery, and the liveliness of the domestic pictures; but catch him opening a new novel again for the next seven years ; unless when he wants to see if it is fit for his daughter's perusal, or during a journey, or when taking a day's rest in the country, or when tired out with dull accounts, or &c. &c.
We haveexhibited the Novelo-mania in its least unhealthy form, taking for subject one of the liveliest, and purest, and most original of modern tales; but let us take a not very unlikely or ancharitable supposition, that some ladies who are heads of families, and others who aspire to be such, generally receive from the library, three volumes of the literature called light, once in the twenty-four hours, and replace them by three others on the ensuing day, without in many cases enquiring whether the writers advocate infidel, socialist, or anti-matrimonial views, in the book to be perused. Were we personally to propound to the fair mental-dram-drinkers whether they find it consistent with their duty to their Creator and their families to spend from eight to ten hours of the twenty-four in such an unhealthy and exciting occupation, we fear that we should receive an ungracious answer, or be shewn to the door by John Thomas. But as we are convinced that the query should be made, we ask it in this general and inoffensive mode through the medium of our Quarterly.
And while G. M. W. Reynolds and Co. prepare their poi. sonous weekly potions for the wearied and ignoraut tradesman and labourer, may success wait on the issuers of Chambers' Journal, of Householil Words, and of the Lamp, who do all they can to substitute for the villanous and intoxicating beverage, a healthy and refreshing draught for the mental palates of those who would otherwise pass their period of relaxation in the foul atinosphere of the tap-room or the cassino. Happy that community where a lively spirit of christian faith and piety is found at the hearths of the working class, and where the ever open doors of the churches, and the devotional exercises within, arrest wandering feet, and afford occupation and development to the pious affections of the mass of the people, during their time of relaxation from severe labour. Useful or harmless reading is gond; so are pleasure grounds for walking or other exercises ; so are instructive exhibitions and lectures ; but let a disposition to embrace the good and reject the evil be infused through a blessing on zealous christian teaching, and the face of society will be renewed.
We have more than once protested against the feuilleton with its thrilling or borrible incidents of daily occurrence, and its nine combinations. Mirecourt, though a determined AntiSueite and Anti-Janiute, does not disturb himself or his readers by dwelling on the ill effects of the system as much as one might expect from his principles. He ascribes the daily recurrence of the startling vision or, the “death struggle on the rocky ledge,” to Francis Wey. Those who have seen this gentleman's sketches of English society, described from personal observations, and with only a moderate use of French spectacles, will be surprised at this circunstance; but he has long given up the “ Raw-head-and-bloody-bones” line, and employed his talents on useful and agreeable subjects.
Francis Wey was born at Besançon, 12th August, 1812 ; he received his education (such as it was) at the college of Poligny, a picturesque little city of the Jura. His tutor was,
“A young priest who was so annoyed at not being a colonel of cavalry, that he often shut his eyes on his real profession. He per. formed his priestly functions in Wellington boots, and rode like a centaur. He occasionally led his pupils up among the hills to enjoy the life of a camp. They were preceded by a band, and the professor rode by his troop like a brigadier, each soldier pupil having a moustache marked out on bis warlike lip. With warm heart, and kind but eccentric disposition, the Abbé Reffay de Sulignan professed a profound contempt for classic studies, and in the matter of poetry