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the midst of it all, so faithful to her own boudoir
It is the fashion to deride woman's influence over woman, to laugh at female friendship, to look with scorn on all those who profess it; but perhaps the world at large little knows the effect of this influence-how often the unformed character of a young, timid, and gentle girl, may be influenced for good or evil by the power of an intimate female friend. There is always to me a doubt of the warmth, the strength, and purity of her feelings, when a young girl merges into womanhood, passing over the threshold of actual life, seeking only the admiration of the other sex ; watching, pining for a husband, or lovers, perhaps, and looking down on all female friendship as romance and folly. No young spirit was ever yet satisfied with the love of nature. Friendship or love, gratifies self-love; for it tacitly acknowledges that we must possess some good qualities to attract beyond the mere love of nature. Coleridge justly 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 tacit avowal and appreciation of mutual good qualities-perhaps friendship yet more than love; for the latter is far more an aspiration, a passion, than the former, and influences the per
manent character much less. Under the magic of
Still the idea of a ball, and given by Lady Ida,
(To be continued.)
TO MY BETROTHED.
Sweet girl, not only with a lover's eye,
I gaze upon thy face, and sun myself
In the soft rapture of thy loving smile,
Of kind approval still shall shine upon My rugged path of life-whose earnest prayer Shall rise not seldom for the soul she lovesWhose 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 prattlers 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-to watch in vain For yet one throb to heave 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, He will be with us!
M. F. T.
Oh! busy, haunting Memory!
THE POET'S FAREWELL TO EARTH!
BY W. M. KIRKHOUSE.
Farewell, ye bright and glittering scenes,
To youth and hope allied;
Farewell, ye groves, in whose retreat
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 hath 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
FLOWERS AT A FESTIVAL
BY MRS. JAMES GRAY,
"The touch of the sunbeam hath 'waked the rose, To deck the hall where the bright wine flows." MRS. HEMANS.
The lamps in the stately hall are bright,
The "fairest of the fair,"
From garden and wild are gathered there;
FIVE DAYS FROM HOME.
BY AN IRISHMAN.
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sion as his partner. The system of choosing was changed, and with this youth's sister, the "flower sylph," I was destined to sit opposite, and he, och hone! was baffled in the achievement of procuring his dearly beloved. Twelve o'clock struck, some of the company withdrew, and as the stars were shining in the firmament, and the moon illuminating the half-mile walk, they afforded us additional pleasure in escorting the ladies a portion of the way home.
While on the lawn at Carndaisy House, and sighing for one who was absent, I expressed a wish that we should prepare for starting. Off we went to the village which we had passed a few hours previously; a short halt was come to here for the purpose of making some arrangements for an evening party, and the two who formed the "we," and two others were, from the
same house, amongst the guests. At four o'clock, or thereabouts, we were back to Moneyhaw, when a very unassuming gentleman, who has been lately dubbed M.D., nephew to the proprietor of the house where the party was assembled, along with some of his cousins, took a short walk. While we were promenading, a courier was sent to announce the "sounds so joyful," that dinner was on the table. When dinner was over, the M.D. and his cousin Mick were fidgety to meet the ladies, who it was supposed were then on their way. Did I hold back? ob, no. Punctual to the time, the divinities were seen at the distance; the lady who occupied my attention more than any of her compeers, had her finely proportioned figure arranged in lavender-coloured silk, in a style of taste and fancy that might almost defy the competition of a Parisian modeste. Notwithstanding the superb beauty of this lady's attire, it was of colour that has few admirers; and, indeed, the muslin dress she wore in the morning, with white bonnet, and feathers that "fluttered in the breeze," did she but know it, displayed her to much better advantage than which was effected by the "lavender." Although late, let me return her my best thanks for the flowers that she plucked in her father's spacious garden, and placed in the buttonhole of my coat. There was one given to me as a keepsake, the "forget-me-not ;" this poetical flower, in recollection of the donor, is treasured in a select corner of my portfolio. Well, theu, although the emblem has withered, she who pre
and as it would be un-Irish to part with the man Ready money down was instantly on the counter, who drove me hither, without giving him a" sumamit" for himself, he accepted a glass of inexciseable beverage with smacking cordiality. "Let go that off leader," shouted the whipster of the stage coach, and at this the lash laced the jackets of the horses. An Englishman who sat behind was murmuring at the vehicle being so innkeeper assured him that on the day preceding crowded; when, to appease his animosity, a burly there was nothing on the coach but the cushions. On every alternate day, a steamer sails along trains go six times per day to Belfast; this, to the Lough Neagh for Portadown, whence the railway coach owner, gives him one day the materials for a feast," the other, a "famine. The "growler,"
brance-may she live long, and live happy. The
sented it shall not hastily wither in my remem-poor fellow, at every hill when the coach slackened head of the unfortunate driver; he had an appointits pace, continued to pour his invective on the ment with a gentleman at eleven o'clock, and according to the rate of travelling, it would be midnight ere he obtained his desired interview. I once saw a shopkeeper distressed in mind at the failure of a bank, and accursing himself for want of judgment; but the grumbler with whom I this day had the misfortune to come in contact, beat him hollow.
"Morning roses newly tipt with dew."
Now for the tea table! which was presided over by the host's eldest daughter, and my floral benefactor; and never did two acquit themselves with more elegance in the execution of their onerous yet agreeable duties. The amusement that followed was not so varied as I have often witnessed under this hospitable roof. At cards we were engaged for three or four hours, losing five minutes about the selection of partners; one gentleman was extremely desirous to secure the second daughter of the man
"Are the gentlemen continuing at the pasteboard?" asked one of the inmates at Moneyhaw. when they will stop," was the rejoinder. "Yes, and let them play till they are tired,
A minute's re
The ladies and I had a light supper, and while which a guest, a next door neighbour, fancied at it, there was a question jocularly asked me, flection reminded me it was one o'clock. Shakshe was correct in answering. ing hands with the household, nine or ten in number, one of whom remarked in a strain of the purest affection "that my stay was generally very short, and the next time it should be extended." At four, I was off on a car to "Magherafelt," a distance of four miles, from which I started for
Belfast at five o'clock.
"What's the fare to Belfast ?" said I to the
clerk, who, on this occasion, was no other than the
"Here is a steep hill, gentlemen," said the driver, addressing the passengers, "and you'll have to alight."
An oath was the rejoinder of the unhappy cockney.
His irascibility was exceedingly amusing, the more so as a companion, who gave me " the wink," incited him to continue his virtuperation. With this companion, as we were walking together, I
had some chat; when he told me that the solitary gentleman then on the coach lost his night's rest by the continued howling of a dog and the braying of a donkey; that when such unfortunately is the case, he never recovers his "happiness" till he spends a few hours in "misery." An additional horse at Antrim pulled up for lost time, and at eleven o'clock I had the unexpected pleasure to see, awaiting my arrival, "a fine old Irish gentleman," who has dwelt in his present house, in the principal street in Belfast, for a longer period than, with one exception, any other in the town. My namesake, as usual, was happy to see me; the feeling was reciprocal: he brought me to his residence in High-street, where I was delighted to see all the members of his family, who had, at the end of the preceding week, removed from their country seat. Into the parlour I was ushered, when the three good daughters, vying with each other in their attention to a "wearied traveller," regaled
me with some strong tea, and the et ceteras.
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 his family. In the evening, I met, not for the first time, his step-daughter, to whom nature has been bountiful in giving a sweet and expressive face, and unaffectedly sedate and graceful figure.
"The evening is fine, is it not?" addressing myself to this pretty Northern; "and yet you are muffled in a sable boa. Have you got a cold?"
She replied in a plaintive manner, a forced smile tinged with sadness lighting up her features
"How do you find yourself now, Miss Johnstone?"
The Misses Smyth, Spence, and others, jestingly re-echoed the interrogation-to expiate which we must claim the young lady's forgiveness; and for all frivolity I must make atonement, by fervently praying that the same disagreeable affliction will not again affect the nerves of her masticating organs, which are of such exquisite whiteness and symmetrical order, that from her residence to the city of Londonderry, fifty miles asunder,
"None but themselves can be their parallel.”
"No, I have not; but, for preservation sake, think it indispensable to be carefully muffled to guard against the possibility of catching cold."
"Ob, then, for the weather is changeable, you are a very sensible girl (good people are scarce), but others don't follow your example." "They have," with a suppressed sigh, necessity."
I was reluctant to be too inquisitive, but when asking a question, I was interrupted by the host's second daughter, who pleasurably exclaimed,
"The young lady had too much of what is called jaw-she has now lost a portion of it."
A burst of laughter followed, from which I readily inferred that a tooth had been removed by a dentist's operation. These toothaches, what plagues they are! Ascertaining then that the sufferer the day before parted with a companion that never forsook her for nineteen years and some months, a sufficient cause, I thought, to militate against her sustaining that air of fascinating sprightliness which is so inherent to her disposition. Frequently did I address her in the course of the evening, inquiring
In the latter town resides a most facetious young lady, whom I met in the autumn of 1842, in Belfast. While at tea, on one occasion, doubtlessly for the purpose of showing off her ivories to advantage, she was mincing biscuits, which this Derry maiden, more peaceable in her dewere as hard as a plank. Should I hereafter meet
shall not fail to mention the comparison that I meanour than her Welsh namesake Rebecca, I made concerning her teeth.
"Have you any objection to a dance?" asked one of the household.
Acting on etiquette, I chose her eldest sister, a young lady who was once so distant-so silentand these defects being removed, she is now imbued with a vivacity which will not fail to render her additionally liked by her admirable selection of associates—
I observed that the lady who, previous to dancing, wore the boa, replaced it around her neck, and, for a few minutes, till I aroused her, she was again sinking into solemnity. There was a song, and one only, from "the fair-haired Maria;" it was of that sigh-away die-away character which did not correspond exactly with the sentiments of the singer. On a former visit, I heard "more eloquent music" from the accomplished cantatrice. This truly laudable young lady has in her the material as well as the polish, youth besides beauty, a noble bust and stately figure; and with the profession she has adopted, having an expansive mind stored with intelligence, did she remove from a provincial to a more extensive sphere, such as the Irish capital or the "great metropolis" itself, to say that she would not win her way to eminence is an assertion that no admirer of talent could for a moment entertain. Two hours uninterruptedly employed in dancing and song created a simultaneous wish for something to moisten our palates. We were not doomed to a lengthened delay, for a most delicious draught was promptly supplied.
"Will you allow me to help you to a little more?" said one of the gentlemen to a lady.
I was looking for a smiling nod of acquiescence, when "No," decided otherwise.
"Will you, you, you, you, or you!" was put to every fair one, when a similar rejoinder was returned.
My vision deceived me much, or they relished the luxury. At any rate, the gentlemen, for the