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mother's heart, and if you let him off wash away all the good of my suffer. now they'll never know any thing about ings. Why, many a blessed saint imme till it's all over to-morrow; and my posed on himself a harder penance poor Michael—if you knew that boy, than I shall have to go through toSir, you'd think it was a sin to strip morrow ;. yes, and if an easier was him in the streets and mangle him he enjoined by a priest, would choose is a holy boy, and if they knew his another confessor. Mother, look at heart, 'tis begging his blessing they'd this,” a daub of the Virgin Mary, with be, not tormenting of him. He's ten- all the swords of sorrow piercing her, der too, and can't bear the beating as I “instead of sinning by your tears, pray can, that's used to hardship."

to that Queen of Heaven for grace to All was unavailing; the gaoler mildly make us all patient and holy." but firmly withstood the temptation, The fortitude with which Michael and Denis found his case hopeless. anticipated his suffering, did not for“ The curse of the miserable be for sake him in the actual endurance of it. ever upon you!" said he, crushing the It was as a miracle that one so young rejected bribe in his hand, “ many's the and tenderly reared could bear his torsore trouble you bring us into, and ment with so heroic a patience. Cerleave us without help or pity in our tainly, if sympathy could beguile the ruin.” He flung the notes from him, and sense of pain, his was much alleviated they would have perished in the flames I remember the day well, and with but for the promptness of the gaoler. sensations which, to this hour, power

After repeated and urgent messages, fully affect me. I was, upon that day, Denis at length consented to visit his passing through the town of Clonmel, brother. He found Michael cheer- with feelings very unsuitable to the traful and collected, endeavouring to speak gedy I was to witness. My vacation comfort to his mother and sister. at school had commenced—I was imDenis, scarcely able to sustain himself, mediately to enter College-my heart stood leaning against the door, until he was bounding with joy and hope, and felt himself in his brother's arms, then my faney charıned with the visions of he joined in the loud sorrow which had home and home-friends, which it had burst out afresh at his entrance. “ You summoned into life and beauty. The take this little trial,” said the resigned reality before me soon dispersed them. sufferer,“ indeed you do, too much to The carriage in which, with two schoolheart. Be sure it comes from God, companions, joyous as myself, I sat reand he knows it is for my good. Oh! joicing, made a halt under the West sure God is the best confessor of all, Gate, as we entered the Main-street of and if He enjoins our penance, who Clonmel-a mounted dragoon withcan murmur at what he enjoins on us. stood our advance, and there we sat, Come here, brother ; come all, and look gazing on the piteous spectacle before at this.” He drew back a curtain, and us, or, when we closed our eyes, saddisplayed a print of the crucifixion and dened by sounds scarcely less affecting some coarse daubs of various martyr- than what we had beheld. The middle doms. “Look what is here. Ye think of the street was lined on both sides me very good and holy, but see, who is with military, horse and foot-from here, with nails through his hands and their lines to the houses—a space of feet, and his side pierced, and thorns about twenty feet on each side-was around his bleeding brows? Who crowded by a most dense multitudeis he, mother? and who is he, that be- the space which the lines enclosed was fore all this was mangled with cruel vacant, except for the few persons (as stripes? Was it for his sins he suf- the surgeon and sheriff, &c.) who walked fered ? Do you know what he said behind or at the side of the cart to when he was bearing his cross to die which the sufferer was tied. It was on it, and the women were beinoaning most strange-all inside this space was him? • Daughters of Jerusalem, weep in perfect silence, save only that, at not over me, but weep for yourselves times, the motion of the wheels could and your children. When I hear ye be heard, and sometimes—and that making so much of me, and thinking perhaps was fancy, at least, while the of my trouble, you frighten me, and procession was distant—the sharp sound make me think that your tears for me of the lash. As the instrument of tor and not for my sins or your own, may ture descended, at each stroke, deep

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and earnest groans arose from the whole mac regarded as so inauspicious. Now, multitude-cries of " Oh! God pity because she saw that his visits were very him!"_“God comfort him, to think of acceptable to her son, she urgently sothis sore day!"-—and then a burst oflicited that they should be frequent, sorrow would follow, in which all arti- and was delighted with them, although culate utterance was drowned, and sin. it often happened, that by conversing cete grief and sympathy faithfully ex. in Latin, they excluded her from all acpressed ; but, through all this, the pro- quaintance with the nature of their discession, where the youth endured his courses. Her son's manifested learntorments, moved on, in as much silence, ing, however, compensated her for her az if a mere painted or unsubstantial ignorance. vision were set forth to interest or On the day when the time of his imagitate the assembled spectators. prisonment had expired, multitudes

I was not aware of the full horror from all parties and factions assembled of the scene until the cart, having ar- amicably, to give his return home an rived at the place where we were de- air of triumph. They met him at some tained, turned to complete the dreadful miles distance from his house, with course at a building called the Old music and festal decorations, and were Court-house, in which the street ter- provided with an ornamented chair minated, and where the punishment in which he was to be carried amidst had begun and was to end. I had demonstrations of rejoicing ; but he lifted my eyes as the nearer sounds of entreated that they would spare him. the cart-wheels and the cruel lash I come back," said he, aroused me, and they fell on the raised rowful man, to spend one day and head and up-tumed eyes of the sufferer. night in the place where I was a child, Pain was evidently struggling with his and then to go far away where none resolution, but, in his ghastly counte- can know me. It was my hope, that nance, there was a resignation which, I was to die among ye, after wearing better than obstinacy, sustained him- the holy office of your ghostly instructhere was an expression which, I can tor. It is not for a wretch like me to now understand, to be that with which dishonour our blessed religion. Never a martyr, in his agony, remembers Him more am I to feed the hope, that I can who was crucified, and commends his reconcile penitents to their God, and spirit into the hands of Jesus—when call down, to offer himself again for the assurance that the Lord beholds sinful creatures, the Saviour of the every infliction, and knows every pang, world. Oh! it is not in hands like renders pain less bitter, because it comes these, marked as they are with bonds as his message. I can now understand of public shame, that he is to be taken, the expression of countenance which who, all pure, gave his life for sinners. then awed me, and baffled my power to My brightest earthly hopes comprehend it. I continued to gaze quenched, and can I rejoice? Give until the car was turned—and then, the

me your prayers. I offer to the Lord horrid appearance-the lacerated form. my sufferings and my disappointments I sickened at the sight—and still no the griefs I have borne, and the hardmurmur from the melancholy procession ships I shall yet endure. I give up -but louder and more continued bursts home and friends and all that this world of sorrow from the deeply-affected mul- values. I go to do the Lord's will in titude.

poverty, among strange people. All, In this manner Michael Cormac en I solemnly declare, I willingly redured the punishment to which he had nounce

e-all I willingly undertake; been condemned. It was not for the but I cannot share in joy, and my sake of pride, he said, that he abstained friends, companions, and brothers, as from complaints or cries ; but, all he many of you were to me, do not ask suffered was little, and he offered it to looks of joy from me in the one little God, for himself and family, as purely day that I give to my own griefs and as a weak nature would permit. Fre- affections.” quently, in the interval between the On the following day, Michael had first and second punishment, and once left his home. It will be readily unafter the second, he had been visited in derstood that he had much to encounprison by the pilgrim, whose first ap- ter and overcome of solicitation on the pearance at her house, the Widow Cor- part of all his friends, before he could



carry this resolution into effect. So would not restupon them, painful much, however, had the ascendancy thoughts were rendered still more afwhich he always possessed over his fecting by the remembrances which that friends' minds, been encreased by suf- ruin called forth, and she withdrew her fering, and so much had his character looks from the prospect of it. They acquired, even of dignity, that he was are widely mistaken who imagine that now yielded to, as one who walked the poor do not moralize on the appearalready by a heavenly light, and who ances and the changes which creation was not to be confined within ordinary exhibits. Among those who are little rules or limits. Before he departed, he acquainted with other books, that of had exacted a promise that the en- life and nature have many intelligent gagement with M.Manus had been ful- readers. That sympathy of which filled, although he would not remain to philosophers write so learnedly, beassist at the solemnity. Accordingly, tween external objects and the human a short time after, Mary became a heart, is felt not less vividly among the bride, and removed to her_hushands poor than among those who can better house ; and the mother and Denis con- analyse their sensations, and when the tinued to live together, ignorant of widow Cormac, affrighted almost, by Michael's place of abode, and endeav- the awful ruin on which her eyes first ouring to comfort themselves with a fell, shrunk back into herself, she felt hope that they should see him again. as if the rose-bush at the partially

At last, even that uncertain hope opened window, which at that moment was given up, and the widow was wafted a rich perfume to her, uttered brought to believe that her son was a voluntary and intelligent consolation, dead. Thc chamber allocated for him 5 kind, kind and considerate flower, had been, with almost religious care, said she, “ do you know my sorrow, preserved from other appropriation and do you comfort my afflicted heart. The poor mother was scrupulous in her Oh! if he knew it, and was upon this attention to it—the books were kept in earth, seas would not keep hím from order, and all its little furniture had me, and Michael, my dear," continued retained the air of neatness which had she, as if she were addressing her son, been given to it, when more cheering “ 'tis hard to think, that leaving them prospects seemed to present themselves that love you, and breaking the heart than were now realised. The only use of her that bore you, is a good deed to in which the chamber was employed do; but God before me, it is my sense was that of a chapel or oratory, and that speaks, 'tis my poor sorrowful nathere Denis and his mother performed ture, and grief changes us, and it is their devotions. Sometimes the pray, not the one heart or the one nature we ers of the poor widow were continued have ; sure it is not I that would find until a late hour at night, after Denis fault with the poor holy child, and had retired to rest, and sometimes she he having his own hardship ; but if he continued, in forgetfulness even of her knew my misery, he'd feel for me ; sorrows, sitting in the chair which her you would, my own Michael, God son had occupied while he pursued his pity you and send his blessing about unhappily interrupted studies.

Michael stood before her at had been unseen and unheard of for the window-his head and feet barenearly a year, and his mother was ab- his arms stretched upwards, and his sorbed in her customary meditations, head raised to heaven, as if he invoked when the incident occurred which a blessing on her. It was but for a caused her belief that, on this earth, moment she screamed loudly, and fell she was no more to see him.

upon the floor. Denis, alarmed, rushed It was a calm, warm night in May, into the room and beheld the apparithe moon was near the full, and its tion at the window; but instantly it beams, unimpeded by mist or clouds, vanished, and, occupied in his mother's diffused around a softer and scarcely recovery, he saw it no further. When fainter light than of the day. The rů- restored to her senses, she recounted ins of the abbey on the rock of Cashel what she had seen, and expressed her were visible, and rendered the night opinion that a vision had been sent to more solemn; but the widows eye her.

He you."



“ Up rouse ye then my merry merry men,
“ It is our opening day."

The commencement of a new year, is either instruction or amusement, we a period at the approach of which every only ask in return, that before you throw one feels more or less of interest. aside our book you will bear with us for There is a something in the passing a short time while we speak of ouraway for ever of one year and the suc- selves. Nay, to our Irish readers we cession of another, with all its unknown trust that even this apology is unnecesevents of good and ill, which naturally sary, for we hope better things of their disposes the mind to reflection and to patriotism than to believe them indifthonght. And though the first day of ferent to the progress of our Irish perithe year be in itself no more than any odical, and we would fain regard every other, and the commencement of the one of our countrymen as well-wishers annual revolution of time be but an ar- to our undertaking, and personally, or tificial period, still the fiction, like many at least nationally interested in its others, possesses all the influence and success. vividness of reality-and on the first of Our Magazine is now before the January we feel as if the sun had in- public, and they can judge for themdeed returned to the place from which selves. After many embarrassments he came, and was once more preparing and many difficulties, of which no one to set out, invigorated and fresh, upon has known but ourselves, and with his yearly path, rejoicing as a giant to much personal exertion, the labour of run his course.

which none but those who have engaged There have been new-year's days in a similar attempt can fully estimate, when we have felt all that 'imaginative we have succeeded in producing our and pleasing melancholy, to which we work, and all we ask now is what every have alluded. In our early days, when publication has a right to demand,“ free and light-hearted, we took no fair field and no favour,” We do not note of time but by its loss.” The re mean to reject the partiality of kindness, tum of this day served as a memento or defy the severity of criticism, neither of its flight, and reminded us that our do we mean to waive the strong claims years were hurrying away, and those which an Irish periodical has upon every days were coming in which we should well-wisher to the literature of his say we have no pleasure in them. But country, but this we do mean to say, now our emotions are of a far different that if we do not produce so good a nature, our interest in this day pro- Magazine as could be expected under ceeds from far different sources. It is the many disadvantages which attend as Editors that we regard it with feel- such an undertaking in this country, then ings of intense anxiety, as the day upon let us be at once, without favour or afwhich we appear before the public to fection, consigned to the tomb of all solicit their favour for our work, and all the Capulets, and a better and more our pretty sentiments and sage reflec- efficient one substituted in our stead. tions are forgotten in our meditations When we speak of the disadvanupon that all-absorbing topic—the suc- tages that attend a literary periodical cess of our Magazine. And we trust, in Dublin, we would not be understood gentle reader, we will stand excused in to imply, that in the nature of the unyour eyes if

, even upon this day we dertaking of itself there is any thing detain you for a short time upon a sub- which attaches to it a peculiar degree ject of personal interest to ourselves, of difficulty. But it must be rememand if in our pages you have found bered that every failure increases the

peril of a subsequent attempt. And deference, and do violence to our innow when numberless Irish periodi- nate modesty, at least so far as to state cals have already failed, in estimating the grounds on which we rest our our embarrassments, it must be taken claims to public patronage and supinto consideration, that we appear like

port. the descendants of some prescribed We are persuaded that within the race, with the sins of many generations bosom of our country there is talent upon our heads. Tis true, that we have sufficient, and more than sufficient, to not begun to build our tower without support a periodical fully equal to any counting well the cost, and we think of those in any other country. This tathat we have materials sufficient for the lent we trust to bring into efficient work, yet it is a discouraging reflection operation in our Magazine, and thus, that we are building amid the ruins of by opening at home a channel for those many a goodly structure, of which the communications which have hitherto foundation stone was laid with hopes occupied the pages of foreign reviews perhaps as fair as our own. We know and periodicals, to prevent the literary that there is a prejudice against Irish resources of our country being drained periodicals which it will require much away to increase the already too abuncaution on our part to overcome. Many dant treasures of the sister island. It who are jealous of their names will not is with no little pride we say it, that wish them to be connected with an un we have already enlisted in our service dertaking the success of which is doubt some who are ornaments in their several ful, and withhold their contributions or professions and walks of life, and though, subscriptions until they can be satisfied as yet, we be but a little band, we numthat we shall maintain our ground, or in ber among our cortributors those whose other words refuse us their assistance names augur well for our ultimate sucuntil it is comparatively of little use. cess ; for we are persuaded that talents We know that this principle is acted on which have been tried and framed in by many, and this has contributed in many of the more arduous exercises of no small degree to the failure of our intellect, will not fail to command adpredecessors. Thus it is, that while the miration in the pages of a Magazine. English and Scotch periodicals number Yet we feel that great as are our reamong their most talented contributors sources, they are not beyond what we many of our countrymen, there rests have occasion for. Variety is the very upon our metropolis the stigma of never essence of a publication such as ours. having supported a good general Ma- It is not enough that we have able gazine ; and Irish talent, like Irish va contributors, but we must have them in lour, is valued and distinguished every every department ; there must be a where but at home.

succession of them, who will relieve each But we have been looking at the other, like the guards of the watch-fire, dark side of affairs, and from regarding and that versatility of talent which we the contingency of our failure, we now would look for in vain in an individual turn with pleasure to contemplate the must be supplied by the united capaprobability of our success. Puffing, in bilities of many. Support such as this all its forms and modifications, we de- we both look for and expect; and if test ; and in literature, as well as law, we are not successful in obtaining it, it we maintain the maxim that no man shall not be for want of active and strecan be a witness in his own cause. Our nuous exertion. At present we hardly mere promises we know are, and ought contemplate the possibility of a disapto be, of little consequence; and our pointment, but if we are calculating fate must be decided, not by our pro- beyond our resources, we shall, at least, fessions, but by the character of our have the satisfaction of reflecting that work. Still, modesty in these days is the fault is not our own; and shall so rare a qualification, that it is gener- console ourselves by the consciousness ally presumed if an individual say no- that we have made the exertion, and thing for himself, it is because he has that we are not responsible for its nothing to say; and the old proverb, failure. But, in sooth, we hope better that even a fool, if he kept silence, things. Were our prospects even less might be taken for a wise man, is ex. encouraging than they are, this were actly and strangely reversed. To this not the time for indulging in melancholy spirit of the age, then, we must pay forebodings, and while we are writing

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