Page images

the midst of it all, so faithful to her own boudoir manent character much less. Under the magic of and ils refined amusements, that she looked in love, a girl is generally in a feverish stale of excitevain for some annoyance wherewith lo charge her. meni, olten in a wrong position, deeming herself

Aud where was Florence Leslie all this time? the goddess, her lover the adorer ; whereas, it Still, with her parents' free and glad consent, is her will that must bend to his, herself be lingering by the side of Lady Ida, imbibing im- abnegated for him. Friendship neither permits provement, alike morally and mentally, from lips the former, nor demands the lalier. It influences io which harshness and unkindness were such silently, often unconsciously, perhaps its power ulter strangers, that the severest truths seemed is never known till years afterwards. A girl sweet, the boldly uttered reproof scarcely pain; who stands alone, without acting or feeling but there was a secret alloy, scarcely acknowledged friendship, is generally a cold unamiable being, so even 10 herself, in her brightest anticipations. The wrapt in self as to have no room for any person more her young and most ardent affections I wined else except, perhaps, a lover, whom she only seeks themselves round one whose notice would evince and values, as offering his devotion to that same they were not despised, the more she felt the truth idol, self. Female friendship may be abused, may of her mother's words, that it would bave been be but a name for gossip, letter-writing, romance, more for her lasting happiness had Lady Ida's nay worse, for absolute evil; bulihat Shakespeare, rank been nearer her own. She had not felt this the mighty wizard of human hearts, thought highly when thrown, as they were, so intimately together; and beautifully of female friendship, we have his but when she heard her speak of the friends she exquisite portraits of Rosalind and Celia, Helen expected, almost all of them of her own rank, and and the Countess, undeniably to prove; and if he, dear from long years of intimacy, there would who could pourtray every human passion, every intrude the thought, what could she, a simple subile feeling of humanity, from the whelming country girl be to her, when Lady Ida was in tempest of love to the fiendish influences of envy Italy a happy wife, or in England surrounded and jealousy and hate; from the incomprehensible by her own friends. But though the thought of mystery of Hamlet's wondrous spirit, io the simthe future would sometimes silently and sadly plicity of the gentle Miranda, the dove-like innoshade the delight of the present, she continued cence of Ophelia, who could be crushed by her to rejoice in listening to her words, in learning weight of love, but not reveal it; if Shakspeare lessons of self-knowledge by the study of Lady scorned not to picture the sweet influence of female Ida's higher cast of character, and determined to friendship, shall women pass it by as a theme 100 correct all those youthful weaknesses and failings tame, 100 idle for their pens. A late work, though of which she became conscious in herself by their of the latest novel kind, has powerfully shown the total exclusion from her friend ; and the wish to fearful evil that may be accomplished by woman become more worthy of regard, of esteem, vill upon woman. Our simple tale would prove the Lady Ida could look upon her in the light of a good. How consoling and how beautiful may be friend, not merely as an affectionate, playful girl," woman's mission,” even unto woman. scarcely passed childhood, pervaded her whole There was not a particle of selfishness in Florence being.

Leslie's feelings, for at the very moment she wept It is the fashion to deride woman's influence in secret over her own fast fading joys, she rejoiced over woman, to laugh at female friendship, to look with the most unfeigned pleasure that Lady Ida's with scorn on all those who profess it; but per- term of anxiety was drawing to a close, and could haps the world at large little knows the effect of she in any way have hastened her meeting with this influence-how often the unformed character Edmund St. Maur, she would have done so of a young, timid, and gentle girl, may be in- gladly. fluenced for good or evil by the power of an inti- Still the idea of a ball, and given by Lady Ida, male female friend. There is always to me a doubt and yet more, that her taste, simple as it was, had of the warmth, the strength, and purity of her been more than once consulted and even followed feelings, when a young girl merges into woman- in the decoration of rooms, &c.; the very fact that hood, passing over the threshold of actual life, Lady Ida had asked her if she would like the ball seeking only the admiration of the other sex ; to be given before she answered her cousins' enwatching, pining for a husband, or lovers, perhaps, treaties, and evidently thought of her pleasure in and looking down on all female friendship as ro- so doing—all this was delightful; and, in witmance and folly. No young spirit was ever yet nessing her artless, almost childish effusions of satisfied with the love of nature. Friendship or love, joy, Lady Ida felt as if her consent to an exertion gratifies self-love ; for it tacitly acknowledges that for which she had very little inclination was we must possess some good qualities to attract amply repaid. beyond the mere love of nature. Coleridge justly

(To be continued.) observes—“that it is well ordered that the amiable and estimable should have a fainter perception of their own qualities than their friends have, otherwise they would love themselves.” Now, friendship, or love, permits their doing this unconsciously: mutual affection is a lacit avowal and appreciation of mutual good qualities—perhaps friendship yet more than love; for ihe latter is farmorean aspiration, a passion, than the former, and influences the per


Brows form'd in nature's sternest mould,

By pride's own seal imprest,
Have known their stubborn mood controllid,

Thy syren power confessed ;
And eyes, whose bright and haughty ray

Beam'd naught but ire and scorn,
Have found those feelings melt away,

As night before the niorn.

The stroke of thy light willow wand

Recalls departed years; And who can then thy might withstand,

Or check the falling tears? Whate'er may be the time or place,

Thou mak'st them all thine own; In every mind we find thy trace

In ev'ry heart thy throne.

We stand within the sacred fane,

A holy awe we feel ;
We list ihe preacher's earnest strain,

The organ's solemn peal ;
And find that there thy presence dwells,

With strong and forceful power, Weaving around our hearts ihy spells,

E’en in that solemn hour.

Sweet girl, not only with a lover's eye,
Not with the passionate glance of hope alone,
Which views thee fairest, worthiest, and most

dear, I

gaze upon thy face, and sun myself In the soft rapiure of thy loving smile, But with the ihoughtful retrospect of all That won my love to thee in years gone by, And deep affection's meditative gaze Into thy probable lot for years to come. My wife, my friend ! upon whose faithful breast, Pillowed in quietness, this aching head Shall often rest its cares ; my wife, my friend ! Whose counsel still shall aid me-whose dear

smile Of kind approval still shall shine upon My rugged path of life-whose earnest prayer Shall rise not seldom for the soul she loves Whose deep affection's gentle tenderness Shall be in sickness as my healing balm, And my sweet solace in the spring of health ; My wife, my friend, my first, my only love, All these I see in thee! Nor these alone : The patient mother, cradled at whose breast Some unborn darling slumbers-at whose knee Some future prautlers lisp in innocent tones (Their little hands in thine) the infant's prayer, Their guide to blessing thou - whose careful love, Well judging in thy fondness, wins them on By early precept and example bright, To all that blesses life in making goodAll these I see in thee! Nor these alone : Perchance, all patient on thy bed of pain; Perchance, all tears for some dear dying child; Perchance, all desolation in thy grief, At the dark lot of lonely widowhood ! Yet not quite lonely, dearest : if I may, I will be near thee then-nor only I, For my God shall be thy God, and will haste In condescending love to comfort thee, Pouring sweet inercies in thy cup of woe. But, ah! perchance the dreary lot is mine, To close thy glazing eye-10 watch in vain For yet one throb to leave thy freezing breastTo hope in vain for yet one word, one look ! Well, well, dear love, God's tender will be done : He gives us blessings now—be fills our cup With over-flowing mercies ; let us love Him, And when the storm of woe is lowering near, Ile will be with us! June, 1834.


We gaze on childhood's gleeful mirth,

Its bearing light as air, And feel our spring is past on earth,

And thou art with us there;
We gaze upon the broad, blue wave,

Upon the starlit sky,
Or on the cradle, or the grave,

And find thee ever nigh.

And could we shun thy strong control,

Or live beyond thy reign,
Would not the restless, weary soul,

Seek thy lov'd aid again ?
Say, would she not in sorrow's day,

Seek ihy pale light, to cast
O'er preseni hours one blessed ray,

From those bright moments past?

Oh, yes; that thing of mystery,

The wayward human heart, Will ever fondly cling to thee,

Though grief thou should'st impart; Our by-past troubles oft take fornis

That give our pleasures zest,
As seamen love to think of storms

That long have been at rest.


Oh! busy, haunting Memory!

Who haib not felt thy power ? Whose spirit hath not boi'd to thee

In thy self-hallow'd hour? Ay, ballow'd e'en amidst the noise

Of life's distracting roundIlallow'd amidst the wildest joys

Of pleasure's fairy ground,

And what a world of sunny light

Would from our pathway fade, Were not the joys of childhood bright,

By thy sweet skill pourtray'd!
Oh, when the future doubtfully,

Or present sadly gleams,
We turn to thee, sweet memory,
And cheer us with thy beams.



And the lily looks like an ivory tower,
And clear as the sky is the harebell's flower ;
And the rose's heart like a ruby burns,
As they catch the light in their lucid urns.

Farewell, ye bright and glittering scenes,

Where mirth and joy preside ;
Farewell, ye first imaginings,

To youth and hope allied ;
And yon bright, golden orb of day,

Whose glorious path to view,
Doth gladden other hearts than mine,

To them and all, adieu !
Farewell, ye groves, in whose retreat

The muses love to dwell;
Farewell, ye flowers, whose varied sweets

It hath been mine to tell;
For other hands full soon shall twine

Fresh garlands in my stead ;
And, oh! perchance some friendly hand

May strew them o'er my bed.
The gorgeous glory of the Spring,

It hath been mine to share;
But now my soul doth seek its home,

Where all is bright and fair.
No more the bitter taunt be mine,

Which earth's proud children throw
On those whom Genius haih endowed

With gifts they cannot know. A long farewell to every thing

Which this cold world contains ;
My soul is raptured with the sounds

Of seraph's witching strains.
I hear them call my soul, to join

Their minstrelsy divire,
And pay my tribute to the Lamb,

Who made those glories mine.

Flowers, ye are part of the festal scene,
And ils changing spell bath upon you been;
Brighter than ever beam your dyes,
And sleep bath Aed from your open eyes,
And ye feel not night's soft breath and dew,
Your morning freshness to renew;
A few short hours—a brief, bright stay--
Then ye shall fade, and fall away!
How slumber, unseen, your sisters now?
Some by the peaceful river's flow,
And some in the depths of the thick green wood,
And some o'er the dewy meadows strewed ;
And some in the garden's gay parterre,
And some midst the mountain's freshening air ;-
But each with its soft leaves folded up,
And the starlit diin on its bending cup,
And a brooding scent on the air to creep,
And a something around it that must be sleep!
Morning—and all shall to life be stirred
By the thrill of the wind, by the song of the bird;
Morning--and ye, with your faint perfume,
Shall linger alone in the vacant room;
Never to join the myriads bright,
In the free fresh air, and the open light,
Never to bathe in the summer showers-
Teach us your lesson, oh, dying flowers !



The morning air so redolent

Of sweetness and of bealth, The morning hour so full of thrift

For those who covet wealth ; The morning sun, the morning dew,

The breath of morning flowers, And the song of nature's choristers

Amid their leafy bowers.


(Late Miss M. A. Browne.)

“ The touch of the sunbeam hath 'waked the rose, To deck the hall where the bright wine flows.”


Oh! who would then, in indolence

Upon their couch, delay
To mark the fragrant beauty of

The summer's opening day?
Neglecting all the benefits

Of morn's life-giving powersFor they are all bright and beautiful,

The morning's early hours.

The lamps in the stately hall are bright,
The plumes float softly, the pearls gleam white;
Many a cheek is lit with joy,
That yet hath known no sad alloy;
The music breathes unearthly sweet,
The dancer's steps, like the zephyr's fleet;
But turn where the light so sofily showers,
And gaze with me on those beauteous flowers.

« fairest of the fair,"
From garden and wild are gathered there ;
Pure water laves each broken stem,
The vase is rich with gold and gem;

And they are found to recompense

The sons of toil and gain,
And they are fraught with blessings too

For those who suffer pain;
Health dances on the morning breeze,

And life and gladness brings,
And fills the heart with thankfulness
For all these lovely things.



[ocr errors]

FIVE DAYS FROM HOME. sion as his partner. The system of choosing was

changed, and with this youth's sister, the “Rower sylph," I was destined to sit opposite, and he,

och hone! was baffled in the achievement of pro(Continued from page 346.)

curing his dearly beloved. Twelve o'clock struck, some of the company withdrew, and as the stars

were shining in the firmament, and the moon illuWhile on the lawn at Carndaisy House, and minating the half-mile walk, they afforded us masighing for one who was absent, I expressed a

additional pleasure in escorting the ladies a portion & wish that we should prepare for starting. Off

of the way home.

“ Are ihe gentlemen continuing at the pastemen we went to the village which we had passed a few hours previously; a short halt was come 10

board ?" asked one of the inmates at Moneybaw. here for the purpose of making some arrange when they will stop," was the rejoinder.

“ Yes, and let them play till they are tired, ments for an evening party, and the two who formed the “we,” and iwo others were, from the

The ladies and I had a light supper, and while same house, amongst the guests. At four o'clock, which a guest, a next door neighbour, fancied

at it, there was a question jocularly asked me, or thereabouts, we were back to Moneyhaw, when she was correct in answering. A minute's rea very unassuming gentleman, who has been lately Hection reminded me it was one o'clock. Shakdubbed M.D., nephew to the proprietor of the house where the party was assembled, along with ing hands with the household, nine or ten in some of his cousins, took a short walk. While we number, one of whom remarked in a strain of the were promenading, a courier was sent to announce purest affection “ that my stay was generally very the "sounds so joyful,” that dinner was on the short, and the next time it should be extended.”; table. When dinner was over, the M.D. and his At four, I was off on a car to“ Magherafelt," a cousin Mick were fidgety to meet the ladies, who distance of four miles, from which I started for

Belfast at five o'clock. it was supposed were then on their way. Did I hold back? oh, no.

" What's the fare to Belfast ?” said I to the Puoctual to the time, the divinities were seen at the distance; the 'lady clerk, who, on this occasion, was no other than the who occupied my attention more than any of her wife of the coach proprietor.

“ Three shillings. com peers, had her finely proportioned figure arranged in lavender-coloured silk, in a style of and as it would be un-Irish to part with the man

Ready money down was instantly on the counter, taste and fancy that might almost defy the competition of a Parisian modeste. Notwithstanding

who drove me hither, without giving him asumthe superb beauty of this lady's attire, it was of a mit” for himself, he accepted a glass of inexcolour that has few admirers; and, indeed, the ciseable beverage with smacking cordiality. “Let muslin dress she wore in the morning, with white go that off leader,” shouted the whipster of the bonnet, and feathers that “futtered in the breeze," stage coach, and at this the lash laced the jackets did she but know it, displayed her 10 much better of the horses. An Englishman who sat behind advantage than which effected by the

was murmuring at the vehicle being so “ lavender.”. Although late, let me return her my innkeeper assured him that on the day preceding

crowded; when, to appease his animosity, a burly best thanks for the flowers that she plucked in her there was nothing on the coach but the cushions. father's spacious garden, and placed in the button. On every alternate day, a steamer sails

along hole of my coat. There was one given to me as a Lough Neagh for Portadown, whence the railway e keepsake, the “ forget-me-not;" this poetical flower, in recollection of the donor, is treasured in coach owner, gives him one day the materials for a


go six times per day to Belfast ; this, to the a select corner of my portfolio. Well, theu, feast," the other, a “famine. The growler, although the emblem has withered, she who presented it shall not hastily wither in my remem- poor fellow, at every bill when the coach slackened brance-may she live long, and live happy. The its pace, continued to pour his invective on the garden queen,

was intertwined with

head of the unfortunate driver; he had an appointforget-me-not,” and, as the giver is herself ment with a gentleman at eleven o'clock, and rose,” how I looked at the bouquet, taking a

according to the rate of travelling, it would be diagonal peep the while at the fair rose, Anne's midnight ere he obtained his desired interview. I blooming lips, resembling

once saw a shopkeeper distressed in mind at the

failure of a bank, and accursing himself for want of “Morning roses newly tipt with dew.” judgment; but the grumbler with whom I this

day had the misfortune to come in contact, beat Now for the tea table! which was presided over him hollow. by the host's eldest daughter, and my floral bene- “ Here is a steep hill, gentlenien,” said the factor ; and never did iwo acquit themselves with driver, addressing the passengers, “and you'll more elegance in the execution of their onerous yet have to alight.” agreeable duties. The amusement that followed An oath was the rejoinder of the unhappy was not so varied as I have often witnessed under cockney. this hospitable roof. At cards we were engaged His irascibility was exceedingly amusing, the for three or four hours, losing five minutes about the more so as a companion, who gave me “the wink," selection of partners; one gentleman was extremely incited him to continue his virtuperation. With desirous to secure the second daughter of the man- this companion, as we were walking together,



" the rose,

the "


[merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]

had some chat; when he told me that the solitary “ Ilow do you find yourself vow, Miss Johngentleman then on the coach lost his night's rest stone ?" by the continued howling of a dog and the braying The Misses Smyth, Spence, and others, jestingly of a donkey; that when such unfortunately is re-echoed the interrogation-10 expiate which we the case, he never recovers his “ happiness” till must claim the young lady's forgiveness; and for he spends a few hours in “misery. An addi- all frivolity I must make atonement, by fervently tional horse at Antrim pulled up for lost time, and praying that the same disagreeable affliction will at eleven o'clock I had the unexpected pleasure to not again affect the nerves of her masticating see, awaiting my arrival, “a fine old Irish gentle- organs, which are of such exquisite whiteness and man,” who has dwelt in bois present house, in the symmetrical order, that from her residence to the principal street in Belfast, for a longer period than, city of Londonderry, fifty miles asunder, with one exception, any other in the town. My namesake, as usual, was happy to see me; the

“ None but themselves can be their parallel." feeling was reciprocal: he brought me to his resi

In the latter town resides a most facetious dence in High-street, where I was delighted to see a!! the members of his family, who had, at the end young lady, whom I met in the autumn of 1842, in of the preceding week, removed from their country

Belfast. While at tea, on one occasion, doubtseat. Into the parlour I was ushered, when the lessly for the purpose of showing off her ivories three good daughters, vying with each other in

10 advantage, she was mincing biscuits, which their attention to a “wearied traveller,” regaled

were as hard as a plank. Should I hereafter meel me with some strong tea, and the et ceteras. i this Derry, maiden, more peaceable in her dewas not at a loss to discover my usual room up shall not fail to mention the comparison that I

meanour than her Welsh namesake Rebecca, I stairs, and a very comfortable room it is, where having changed my travelling costume for more

made concerning her teeth. appropriate toggery, I took a tour through the

“ Have you any objection to a dance ?" asked

one of the household. town to inspect a newly erected bridge, constructed at an expense of £20,000.; the shipping in the

Acting on etiquette, I chose her eldest sister, a barbour, the water-works under the cave hill, and young lady who was once so distant--so silentother places of resort. Al five o'clock dinner was

and these defects being removed, she is now on the table, when I at next a gentleman who imbued with a vivacity which will not fail 10 lives." over the way;" and I feel annoyed-what render her additionally liked by her admirable

selection of associates a misfortune it is to be stupid-at my remissness for not expressing my thanks for the kindness he

Her manners are so gentle, and her heart is so manifested towards my sister, when on a visit with

kind." his family. In the evening, I met, not for the first time, his step-daughter, to whom nature has been I observed that the lady who, previous to dancing, bountiful in giving a sweet and expressive face, wore the boa, replaced it around her neck, and, for and unaffectedly sedate and graceful tigure. a few minutes, till I aroused her, she was again

“ The evening is fine, is it not ?" addressing sinking into solemnity. There was a song, and myself to this pretty Northern; " and yet you are one only, from " the fair-haired Maria;” it was of muffled in a sable boa. Have you got a cold?” that sigh-away die-away character which did not

She replied in a plaintive manner, a forced smile correspond exactly with the sentiments of the tinged with sadness lighting up her features- singer. On a former visit, I heard “ more eloquent

“No, I have not; but, for preservation sake, music” from the accomplished cantatrice. This think it indispensable to be carefully muffled to truly laudable young lady has in her the material guard against the possibility of catching cold.” as well as the polish, youih besides beauty, a noble

" Oh, then, for the weather is changeable, bust and stately figure ; and with the profession she you are a very sensible girl (good people are has adopted, having an expansive mind stored with scarce), but others don't follow your example.” intelligence, did she remove from a provincial to a

They have,” with a suppressed sigh, more extensive sphere, such as the Irish capital or necessity.”

the “great metropolis” itself, to say that she would I was reluctant 10 be too inquisitive, but when not win her way to eminence is an assertion that asking a question, I was interrupted by the host's no admirer of talent could for a moment entertain. second daughter, who pleasurably exclaimed, Two hours uninterruptedly employed in dancing

“ The young lady had too much of what is and song created a simultaneous wish for somecalled jaw-she has now lost a portion of it." thing to moisten our palates. We were not doomed

A burst of laughter followed, from which I to a lengthened delay, for a most delicious draught readily in serred that a tooth had been removed by was promptly supplied. a dentist's operation. These toothaches, what “Will you allow me to help you to a little plagues they are! Ascertaining then that the suf- more ?” said one of the gentlemen to a lady. ferer the day before parted with a companion that I was looking for a smiling nod of acquiescence, never forsook her for nineteen years and some when “ No," decided otherwise. months, a sufficient cause, I thought, to militate "Will

you, you, you, you, or you!" was put 10 against her sustaining that air of fascinating spright- every fair one, when a similar rejoinder was reliness which is so inherent to her disposition. turned Frequently did I address her in the course of the My vision deceived me much, or they relished evening, inquiring

the luxury. At any rate, the gentlemen, for the


[ocr errors]
« PreviousContinue »