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a moderate distance from the mud-bank, / unpromising abodes. Patches of fine oats which is left high and dry twice a-day, for and potatoes were scattered at long intervals the use of the inhabitants), with a little over the vast sea of moor like little islands, lawn in front, and an air of parvenu impu- but not a tree or shrub was to be seen. Even dence about it, which contrasts strangely in the most miserable parts of Ireland one with the stolid look of the great white-washed could scarcely find such apparent desolation. blocks of houses, perched higgledy-piggledy The worst cabins in Kerry were as good as the up and down the substitutes for streets. crofters' huts, but I am bound to say the This is the mansion of the proprietor of the dress and aspect of the people of The Lewis island, and is of his own manufacture. was much better, and bore signs of comfort Much more creditable to his taste are the va- unknown to their Celtic brethren in the westrious works he has carried on in the neigh- ern kingdom. The young grouse flew "cheepborhood; the patent ship in the harbor, ing" across the road, roused by the noise of which is, however, more for ornament than the wheels, and curlew and whimbrels got use; the good roads in embryo and in posse; up from the dykes as we passed with a wild, the market-place, the chapel, the gas-lamps. startled cry; huge flocks of plover, sand

The island, which belonged in the good had pipers, and sea-larks whirled about with times to the Mackenzies of Seaforth, is as big whistle and scream over the face of the dark as many a German principality, being about bog, the snipe flashed up from the rills and forty miles long, with a breadth varying from piped a shrill treble for their long-billed parttwenty-four to ten miles. It is now the prop- ners in the rushes - – now and then you erty of a gentleman, who is at the head of caught sight of an orderly line of mathemata great mercantile house, engaged in the ical wild geese flying in an isosceles triangle, opium and Chinese trade. Stornoway, the as if bent on doing the pons asinorum, and capital, is its sole town, and has a population making as much noise as if Rome was in of

danger, and mallard, teal, and widgeon But I am becoming statistical. I was very quacked and flew around in all directions near entering on the kelp question, on emi- altogether it seemed as if it was a capital gration, education, straw-plaiting, crofters country for a man to live in, if he could only and tacksmen, and the reclamation of land. turn his mouth into a bill, and get water

Poor, dear, dirty, hospitable, busy, herring- proof leggins and a swimming-belt. curing, cod-drying, ling-splitting, fish-selling. “I must get out," quoth I. and smelling Stornoway! with your institu- “ For what, man? You 're miles from the tions and commerce, and mermaid population, place. and old tower, and nasty suburbs, with your • Nevertheless, cross this stream, oh, child floating hulks, fitted up as shops and habita- of the mist! I will not, till I have one whip tions, so that one may see on the stern of a of my Martin Kelly over that water, and try quondam herring-boat, “ Dougal Mackenzie, the attractions of a green-bodied wren with Merchant, licensed to sell Snuff, Whiskey, Lewis trout.” and Tea ;'' or read on the bows of a ci-devant The stream in question was about six feet collier, “Angus Mackenzie, Potato Merchant broad, so brown you could not see the bottom, and Shoe-maker.” I must leave you, though and splashing from pool to pool till it flowed I bear with me many a pleasant memory of into the sea about one hundred yards from jolly evenings (the mornings were some- the spot where we had stopped, which was times less agreeable), good grog, and kind close by a line of stones that served as a bridge friends! The fiery Highlander was driving his when the water was high. At present they fiery little horse at a great pace. We had were useless, for I had just seen a wee lassie travelled over some miles of road, bounded run across like a redshank, and scarcely on the one side by the sea and on the other covering her ankles in the water ; but I had by a wild expanse of bog, which rose in the seen, too, the whirls of the fish up and down distance into rounded hills, all impurpled the stream. with the rich heather-bells. Now and then “ De'il tak' me, but you 're just mad, we had passed a clump of wigwams built of there 's not a trout the size of a sprat in the mud, and rarely possessing windows; the whole burn." smoke issuing from holes in the roofs, which But I was not to be intimidated. My little were composed of great flakes of straw tossed rod was put together in a minute, reel put on in bundles, blended with squares of turf on, and in two points the gut casting-line and fastened down by hay-ropes ballasted flashed brightly in the sunshine. with heavy stones. It was wonderful to see ever the like of that?". The flies had 'not. what healthy young Celts rushed out to gaze touched the water ere splash, splash! - two on us, and what clean faces we could see yellow-bellies were fixed hard and fast. The peeping, out modestly from the doorways, eyes of the Highlander were very big indeed while the strong frames of the men we met not half so big, however, as those of a showed that health had not deserted these shock-headed boy, who had joined him in a


“ Saw you " He


grin of derision, and had pronounced many and hot water up stairs; To-morrow we ll try
decided opinions in the Celtic with respect to for a salmon, and let the moor rest for a day.
my proceedings, which had been duly inter-
preted for me by my friend.
says you

'll not catch one ; there 's The Australian papers bring sad intelligence of not a fish.

the long-lost Dr. Leichardt. The Moreton Bay At this point, however, I had two of them, Courier says, “We learn, with deep regret, that small to be sure, but in a minute more they the reports of the melancholy death of Dr. Lei. were kicking about on the turf. Another chardt and his companions have proved but too cast." By Allah, see this! here's a fellow well-founded. A correspondent at Drayton in

white trout, as I live — up in the forms us that Mr. Hely's party had returned air, flounce, dash, dive! up again! you 'll from the search, bringing with them bones, soon be tired, my fine fellow, and the pool not watch-key, &c.,

belonging to the missing party. being bigger than the wash-hand basins in Mr. Hely had gone on towards Sydney by the

most direct route from Surat, for the purpose Trafalgar Square, I must kill you for spoiling of making his report ; and wo are thus left for my sport.

the present without further information conThe fight was a short one. The Limerick cerning this melancholy event.” The report here still held fast, and a two-pound trout walloped spoken of as concerning the full particulars has about on the gravel ; in a few minutes, I since made its appearance. The A lelaide Obtried a little pool close at hand, out of server writes :. “Mr. Hely's official report is which I tossed trout after trout, till in ten before us. It is a voluminous but able documinutes I had taken thirteen! I am not ment; but all we can do at present is, to state proud, I hope ; but I must admit that I felt very that the details furnish a mournful confirmation like a hero, as, I suppose, heroes feel, when of former distressing (though unauthenticated) I stowed them

away in the gig, and heard the intelligence.” These melancholy tidings will wondering remark, "Well, how the de'il you the enterprise, in which it is now feared that the inanaged it, I can't tell.” That night, in a adventurous explorer has sacrificed his life in low-browed, comfortable room, with the clear the interests of science, reads like a chapter in peat-fire burning cosily, good tobacco, and un

The way in which he nursed his zeal rivalled whiskey at hand, after a glorious for Australian discovery — his industry, promp dinner of real cotch broth, real fish — nottitude, and success — the care with which his the fabby imitations got up for the London-journeys were prepared — his return over three market, but firm, crisp, yet tender as game, hundred miles of ground to the nearest frontier with hare, venison, great grouse pies, recondite station to report the wonderful fertility and compounds of cream, bitter marmalade, honey beauty of the countries which he had found 2 and jams, we caroused after the fushion dear return, he said, prompted by the fear that there to our forefathers. Had Ossian been wander- might be none from the greater journey which ing past he might have heard the struins of he contemplated, and that thus bis discoveries up a llighland song, by a gillie, in the corner, this consciousness in his mind — and his final

to that point might be lost — his leave-taking with sacceeded by a brindisi, or a bit of Bellini; disappearance into the wilderness out of which smelt a deal of tobacco and toddy, and seen he was never to emerge — all these things tend a great deal of gun-washing and Hask-filling to invest his memory with the interest that ever for the morrow; as it was, the witnesses of clings to a devotion so exalted. Men like Dr. the scene were the two large dogs, two or three Leichardt are the true heroes of a young country hare-footed gillies, an

own-man,” and a

- and his name should be remembered on that pet sea-gull; the latter of which seemed to vast continent at the antipodes with affectionate take a great interest in a bag of No. 6 shot gratitude. Athenæum. and some Eley's cartridges. “ Back from the moors."

Here 's a bag of game! — three brace and At the recent annual public session of the a half of ducks, a teal, three widgeons, a cur- Russian Imperial Geographical Society, held in lew, two wbimbrels, a heron, a leash of hares, St. Petersburgh, it was stated, that the great a jer-falcon, six and a half brace of grouse, scientific expedition about to be sent hy that body fifteen golden plovers, thirty-two sand-larks into Enıstern Siberia and Kamtschatka was on the (killed in three shots), a nondescript, hit in a immediate eve of setting out. The expedition pool, and taken out by a dog, said by the comprises twelve young men who have been gillie to be

Choraghchagh," as near as I trained by the society expressly to the duty of can spell it - a field-fare, and a brace of taking astronomical, magnetical, and meteoro anipes; besides stalking a deer and putting a another expedition would be despatched to ex

logical observations. It was further stated, that dose of No. 3 into his stern, as he went amine the condition of the fisheries in the Casaway from me, and firing at the place where pian Sea — and a third, to explore in a geologian otter had dived ! - Glorious sport! cal point of view several regions of European and

Dinner 's ready — your whiskey (a dram) | Asiatic Russia. —Atheneum.



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From Sharpe's Magazine.


Oh, could these true young hearts have known,
Rushing with feverish haste,
The coming grief — or had they seen
The future's dreary waste !


Beside the Rinkan's mystic fall
Sitteth the maiden lone,
And round her sighs the Autumn wind
With a low, foreboding moan ;
Down, down with a booming roar
Came the whirling wreaths of foam,
And the mist-cloud, like a spirit,
Rose from its cavern home,
As if it spoke amidst the din,
In solemn tones and mild,
And asked the reason of the strife
Of waters raging wild !

Ox Gousta's height,
In the still moonlight,
The shadowy rein-deer roam ,
And the dark lake gleams
In the fitful beams,
And the glacier torrents foam !
The gray clouds rest
On the mountain crest,
And the eagle hoarsely screams,
Where the wild wind sweeps,
And the white snow sleeps
As the soul in hallowed dreams!
Like giant old,
On the lonely wold
Rises the blasted pine ;
And the bittern wings
Where the birch-tree clings,
Above the Marie-Stein.
And the spectral shadows haste,
Shrieking o'er the moorland waste,
Amid the drifting snow;
And when the night with morning mects
The Rinkan's thundering voice repeats
The maiden's tale of woe !

And soon the twilight's darkening shado
Hung like a phantom shield
Upon the embattled hills of snow
Above the Gousta-Field ;
But still the maiden lingered there,
And darker grew the sky,
Then strange thoughts struggled in her breast
Aud trembled in her eye !

The leaves were red upon the tree,
The waves were white upon the sea,
The kine had left the upland plain,
The summer flowers were on the wane,
As winding up the green pathway,
Beneath the birch-tree's dropping spray,
A maiden went with noiseless tread,
The dead leaves rustling o'er her head
With a sad and moaning sound !

But there was a light in that maiden's eye,
She heard not the moaning sound ;
She saw not the cloud in the lowering sky,
Or the leaves upon the ground ;
Her waving hair of golden brown
Was twined with ribands gay,
As Northern maids are wont to wear
Ou feast or holy-day ;
And gladsome was her heart I ween,
Its full throb wildly beat –
To-night long pent-up tears will flow,
Long parted lovers meet !
Thrice o'er the forest pines had swept
The winter's chilling blast,
Since at the twilight's saddened hour
These twain had parted last !

• The Marie-Stein (Mary's Path or Cliff) is a rugged and dangerous mountain-path, almost overhanging the reeking abyss of Rinkan Poss, in Norway, leading from below the Fall to the heights above. The memory of the beautiful Mary of Westfiordalen and her hapless story still lives among the peasantry in the neighborhood of the alley of tho Maan, and the Rinkan Foss.

“Oh! wherefore comes he not?” she said,
“ The night is stealing fast ;"!
But it was the echo answered her
And the lonely mountain blast !
“ Wherefore, oh, wherefore comes he not?”
The maiden sighed again
But hark! oh, is it the fall of his eager step,
Or the sound of the coming rain ?

'Tis he ! 't is he! far up the cliffs,
Grasping the shattered pine,
Her lover hastes with a fearless bound
O'er the track of the Marie-Stein ;
Nearer and nearer yet he comes —
“ To meet and never part !”.
Oh, what a wild and joyous cry
Bursts from that sinking heart !

He heard that well-remembered voice,
The voice he had longed to hear,
And it sent through his inmost soul a thrill
Unfelt for many a year ;
“I come, I come," his eyes grew dim,
Her form flashed on his sight,
He stretched his arms, and with a shriek
Plunged froin the dizzy height !
Down, down to the reeking gulf,
The lover's stormy grave !
The white spray wreathed — he slept beneath
The Rinkan's foaming wave!

When the snow lay on the wold,
And the winter's wind blew cold,
And the bare and leafless trees
Sighed wildly in the breeze,
Day by day a form was seen
Bending 'neath the waving pine,
Watching on the Marie-Stein !
Weary, weary, watching ever
For the one who cometh never !

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Stars leave the sky,

Swords flash and rust, Towers reared on high

Heap dust on dust!

Many years have passed away,
How many it were hard to say ;
But time hath told upon that brow,
So high and saint-like even now,
And touched her pale cheek, once so fair,
And changed to gray her golden hair ;
But still upon that mountain path
The hunter pauses with a start
And a tremor at his heart,
To meet those eyes so wildly cast
A moment on him — but he's passed,
And with head bowed down and silent
Passeth on that vision mild,
Through the tangled bushes wild !

Waves dance — and break,

Fair fruits decay, Sunset's rich streak

Turns to faint gray.

Gales sweep then sigh

To a drear hush, Meteors driven nigh

Fail in-mid rush.

Sounds swell and pause,

Smiles, tears become, Still the worm gnaws

Where tempts most bloom.

Many years have passed away
On that wild and mountain track
Haste the rein-deer as of yore,
But the sad and weary-hearted
Wanders there no more ;
In her grave the maiden lies,
In the grave of time
Lieth now the aged head,
And the gleaming eyes are quenched,
But the spirit is not dead !

Chords thrill — and snap!

Dews glance, and go, Sails fill

and flapBrave trees lie low.

Suns rise and sink,

Flowers blush — and droop, Flames leap, and shrink ;

What of man's Hope?

In the dim and shrouded twilight, When the soul to thought is given, And the feelings sad and chastened Make it more akin to heaven ; When the pale stars glimmer forth From the soft and hazy skies – Beaming on the sleeping earth Silently, like angel eyes !

Loveliest things part

When they ’re most bright ; So from Man's heart

Dreams take their flight.

When they 're most dear,

Fairest and best. Leaving him drear,

Flies each bright guest.

Then, when all things are at rest
But the Rinkan's troubled breast,
Heaving, heaving!
Like a wounded giant,
Yet defiant,
Hoarsely breathing !
The peasant seeth through the mist-
But it may be phantasy
Spirits twain - one with long and shining hair,
Meeting in the wreathed air,
Melting dimly then away,
Mingled with the glittering spray!

M. M, M.

Clouds shine and fly,

Founts flow and waste, Swans sink and die

Bright dreams ne'er last.

Swifter than all,

They still decay, Change, fade, and fall,

Things of a day!

From the Dublin University Magazine. throne, was servilely worshipped as the THE CROWN MATRIMONIAL OF FRANCE.

Grand Monarque,never dared to avow

his clandestine marriage with Madame de For upwards of sixty years has France ex- Maintenon. Napoleon 1. showed how well hibited to the world the spectacle of a phan- he understood the genius of the French people, tasmagoria wild, fitful, and incoherent as a when he replaced his really beloved Josephine nightmare-dream. The horrible and the pa- by the daughter of an emperor, and required thetic mingled with the grotesque ; things his brother Jerome to put away his first wife, incongruous and unexpected succeeding each Miss Patterson, for a German princess. other with transformations as rapid as legerde- Louis Napoleon himself seems to have had main ; massacres and festivals ; miseries and his misgivings as to the effect the step he conorgies ; reckless license and stringent despot-templated would have on the mind of the paisin ; strange visions of murdered sovereigns, tion; and the fall of the French funds, from and ephemeral consuls and dictators. Dy- the time the marriage came on the tapis, was nasties changing like the slides in a magic- full of significance. Instead of following the lantern; an emperor rising from the chaos of usual example of monarchs, and simply anrevolution as from a surging sea ; sinking, re- nouncing his intended marriage, he proceeded äppearing, then again sinking. A long-guard- to make his notification a piece justificative, full od captive senting himself on the throne of his of explanations and apologies, in which his aptor ; a Republic with the anomaly of Equal- anxiety betrayed him into inconsistencies and ily for its motto, and a Prince-President at its errors of judgment. At variance with his hoad; and Absolutism established in honor of hereditary pretensions as Napoleon III., he Liberty and Fraternity.

rejoiced in the character of parvenu, and then Party colors glance on the sight like the boasted the “ high birth" of his consort. He tints of a quick-shaken kaleidoscope ; the endeavored to frame his speech, as though be white of the Bourbon lilies, and the blue of had taken for his text Ovid's maximthe Napoleon violets ; imperial purple, tri

Non bene conveniunt nec in una sede morantur colored cockades, and Red Republicanism.

Majestas et Amor. - Metam. lib. ii. 846. Another shake of the kaleidoscope, and again the purple predominates. But the present Yet he has labored to orerload love with resurné of the empire has not the prestige of the most far-fetched and dazzling majesty. its original, whose birth was heralded by He complacently instanced his grandmother, glittering trophies, and the exciting strains Josephine, as beloved by France, though not of martial music. No! Here is an empire of royal blood ; seemingly oblivious that Nacreated by slight of hand amid no prouder poleon I. had not stooped from the throne to minstrelsy than that of the violins of fêtes. raise her (she had been his wife ere men

With a new slide of the magic-lantern we dreamed of him as a monarch) - and that his behold an imperial wedding, surpassing in policy soon compelled her to descend from the brilliant externals even the nuptials of the throne, and give place to a prouder bride. Napoleon and Maria Louisa. But the bride- Louis Napoleon has proinised that the Emgroom is not Napoleon the Great, nor is the press Eugenia will revive the virtues of the bride a daughter of the Cæsars. We must Empress Josephine : far wiser had he not give the bridegroom due credit for proving touched on the topic, to remind his bride that that he still possesses some freshness of feeling, the reward - the earthly reward — of those not yet wholly seared by coups d'etat and di- virtues was divorce and a broked heart ; and plomacy, and that he amiably prefers (for the to remind his people how easily the non-royal time, at least) domestic affection to self-interest wife could be moved aside, whenever the inand expediency. But how long will he be per- terests of the crown or the nation should remitted, by the most changeable, the most un- quire it. Ile who has declared that “ the certain people on earth, to enjoy his love-match empire is peace," has dropped ominous words in peace? With the populace it may be accepta- of the hour of danger," in which the good ble, so long as it gives them pageants to“ assist" qualities of his Eugenia will shine forth ; in at, to gaze upon, and talk about; but the alli- contrast, he evidently meant, with the incaance of an emperor of France with a Spanish pacity and selfishness of Maria Louisa, when countess, the subject of another sovereign, is France was invaded by the allies; but how utnot glorious enough for the other classes, who terly distasteful to the French public must are really aristocratic in their hearts, not- that ill-judged reminder be! He spoke, in withstanding occasionally short freaks of de- his ante-nuptial speech, of the unhappy fates mocracy: Republican governments have never of the illustrious ladies who had worn the governed the French; they are only inpressed crown of France - a suggestive theme, in by the opposites of democracy, by the pres- which we are about to follow his lead ; but tige of rank, titles, and distinction. Louis from his lips the subject seemed peculiarly illXIV., a far more mighty sovereign than Na- chosen and ill-timed. Verily, his lunperial poleon III., and who, on his firmly established | Majesty has been singularly infelicitous in his

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