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sake of reviving a custom becoming obsolete, re-, lime occupied walking through the flower-garden, peated the dose, and drank each others' health. and shaking the pear-trees, having the proprietor's

At eight, I was up and out to take a morn- daughter as our Cicerone, who politely supplied us ing stroll; at nine, returned to breakfast; and with fruit and gave us interesting descriptions of while at it, the servant announced that a messenger the dahlia and other magnificent flowers. Mr. in breathless haste, desirous to save the first train, Davis, the owner of this rural paradise, now relieved had brought me a note, which conveyed an invita- from his toilsome, yet tasteful labours, now came tion to go that day, along with all my friends, to amongst us. I had the pleasure of introducing visit the nursery at Ogle's Grove, near the mag- him to the visitors, whom he piloted to his ancient nificent mansion of the Marquis of Downshire, at mansion built three centuries since, and for twelve Hillsboro'. Having read the multum in parvo generations inhabited by his ancestors. epistle, I addressed myself to one of the ladies, in Pray, Mr. Davis," asked Miss Johnston, “is a tone audible to all, when “Yes” was the unani- not this a dahlia of peculiar rarity ? mous reply except from their father, whose modesty “Yes, it is a seedling, a dark crimson lined with inclined bim to remark, “I fear that if we all go, purple; its habit is compact, its Aower petals our number will appear rather formidable." When rounded, and the heart well up,” he answered I counted our number, I found it was just five, and in the florist's language. “ I have named it the as a car would be requisite at Lisburn, I visited the beauty of Ogle's Grove.'” sufferer with the tooth-ache, and wished that she “The day is advancing," remarked one of our would form one of the party. There was no hesi- company sotto voce,

“ and I

suppose it will be tation, no insincere demurs to require pressing, no imagined we have come to dinner.' hems, haughs, regrets, and so forth, at the shortness This was spoken to and meant for myself, but of the notice: no, a compliance was at once given. it vibrated on the tympanum of Mr. Davis, who

“Where are you bound to-day ?” inquired this earnestly observed that such was his intention, amiable girl's stepfather.

and he would feel bitterly disappointed if it were “To Ogle's Grove nursery, near Hillsboro',” not fulfilled.”. Not having an inclination to diswas the reply.

oblige the invitor, and being grateful for the bandAfter some preparations, we walked to the rail- some terms in which the invitation was conveyed, way, and went by the twelve o'clock train, and as at four dinner was supplied in a neat and comthe weather was delightfully fine, we enjoyed the fortable manner, the purveyor apologizing for not trip. “That's the place," pointing to a gentle being better prepared. man's country seat," where your sister, when she While at the repast I was feasting my eyes on was here in the spring, and we, spent a day.” The the picturesque beauties visible north or south. next moment, the train was brought to a stand still; View southerly, overhanging the house a majestic when one of the railroad porters, in livery garb, with maple tree with its exuberant foliage, the feathered rod of office in hand, bawled lustily, “Dunmurry." tribe hopping from branch 10 branch warbling their Some passengers went out, others came in, and in sweetesi strains; and in an opposite direction were a minute we were off till another stop took place autumn flowers of every kind and complexion, for at Lisburn, where the “outs” and “ins" were this was the 20th of September. more numerous. Six of us here vacated our seats. “You see your dinner," said the florist, wielding Economy, to those whose finances are limited, is a knife, a "big one," while its colleague, for the to be studied; but for the sake of humanity, why sinister hand, was not of diminutive importance. have not the railroad company seats for the ac- “ Will you have some steak?” enquired the commodation of the passengers in the “open hostess, suiting the action to the word. train!"

“ Yes," said I, suiting the word to the action, Lisburn, the property of the Marquis of Hert- handing her my plate, telling her no secret that ford, is a fine town; there are many superior "a stake in the country was always acceptable." houses in it occupied as private dwellings. On

“ Take a little mutton ?" asked the carver. the evening before, I heard a lady say that a friend A little mutton! I had heard of a “ Vauxhall of bers had a story about him, which, as it was of slice” and had partaken of it there, as thin as a daily recollection, would continue for life. I was wafer. A cut ai Ogle's grove would outweigh a in the dark till the mystery was explained that smoothing iron. the gentleman's house had "one story" added to it which makes it three stories high.

“ Before dinner walk a mile, Let us proceed 10 Ogle's Grove. After driving a

And after it rest a while." short distance on the line of road to Hillsboro', 10 save a short distance we branched into an avenue- Adopting this precept, we rested a while dislike thoroughfare, which brought us on the banks of coursing on the fertility of the spot surrounding the Ulster canal. On this road, excellent by day, the place; one field in particular was worthy of we jaunted for two miles, till we were ushered into commentary, which in July yielded a luxuriant the ancient mansion at Ogle's Grove. A domestic crop of hay, and when it was removed to the bag, announced that his master was preparing some gard the field was ploughel afresh, an appropriate boxes of dahlias for a horticultural exhibition in seed being sown presented a crop of turnips that Dublin the succeeding day, and begged us to enter promised in productiveness to realize the bopes of the house, where he would be with us in a few ihe enterprising cultivator. The fineness of the ininutes. The “ few minutes” were by necessity evening actuated the florist to recommend a removal extended to half-an-hour, and pleasantly was the to the verdant turf, wbere, on a rustic seat of

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There was a time, dear husband, when

Thine eye would beam on me, With all that fondest love desires,

Or heart could wish to see.
But now thine eye, though still as bright

As when thy love it told,
But seldom turns its light on me-

And then—how chang’d and cold ! And I have watch'd that sparkling glance

That once was all my own,
Till my poor heart had pearly burst,

And all its weakness shewn.
Oh, then I've left the brilliant throng,

Whose mirth but mock'd my pain,
And pray'd for patience and for help,

Or for thy love again.

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Yet never, never, have I once,

By word, or look, or sign, Reproach'd, that while my love was firm,

I look'd with doubt on thine.
And when I've seen thee smile on some,

As thou wert wont on me,
With outward joy I've hid my grief,

And still have smil'd on thee.

tolerable dimensions, there was room for five. Happy indeed did every one seem at the rurality of the scene; on no countenance was there depicted a shade of sorrow: no, on all were beaming the purest felicity.

Presently was added to our ranks a native of England, a fine specimen of John Bull, and who took his seat on a chair which was placed on the green carpet of nature. Rarely, if ever, have I conversed with so social a gentleman, nor one who could so well infuse jollity into others as this importation from the sister country. At dusk we were obliged to leave, having 10_save the last train at Lisburn for Belfast; Mr. Davis politely handed each lady a boquet of dahlias, his favourite flower, which he was one of the first to introduce into Ireland and bring to such unequalled perfection. By nine we found ourselves“ at home.” Silence or dulness was unknown to us during the day, and till the watchman's midnight howl (while the clock was chiming and before it had struck)“ past twelve o'clock” intimated that it was time to withdraw for the night; we then separated, the lady unconnected with the family, who lives "over the way,” staying as she occasionally does, and none more welcome or deservedly so than “the sufferer from the toothache."

Next day, accompanied by two of my namesake's daughters, I visited “the fair-haired girl,” the pretty star of the north, who, owing to a domestic calamity, the long continued illness of a gifted parent, is much depressed in spirits. Her portfolio, which I got permission to open and inspect, was embellished with a few productions from her pencil, and while admiring a caricature, sketched by a juvenile brother, of monkeys performing on musical instruments, a renewal was given, and a pressing one, of an invitation to spend that evening. I was in an unhappy state of indecision, recollecting that I had promised to be the same evening in Moneymore, till I had gradually to thank Miss S-e for the honour conferred, and with expressions of regret, like Sir Boyle Roche's, and that I could not be in two places at once, I bade her and her sister Jane farewell.

Thanks to my respected namesake, the oracle of integrity, the bater of tobacco, and to his nephew for seeing me “ off,” and thanks to some one else for an appropriate air which was played on the piano-forte previous to my departure. With this i conclude my narrative, wishing the fair northerns, for the kindness they manifested towards me, “happy destinies ;” and as steam by land and sea, with various other modes of conveyance, affords ready facilities, mayhap I'll again revisit my native province before the expiration of 1844, and delighted shall I be to extend my stay something longer than “five days from home." J. A.S.

Dublin.

I care not, dearest, for thy wealth

Oh, I could wish 'twere gone,
That I might prove this sinking heart

Pines for thy love alone!
Then fondly smile on me once more-

Bid ev'ry fear depart-
Give others, if thou wilt, thy wealth,
But only me thine heart !

Marion.

IF O'ER THY SUNSHINE.

BY MRS. F. B, SCOTT.

If o'er thy sunshine

A cloud should appear, And thy bright visions

Be dimm'd by a tear; If they should scorn thee,

The proud and the vain, And the mantle of joy

Ne'er enfold thee again

Turn thou, believing,

To yon beaming skies,
Earth's film disappearing

From heart-weeping eyes ;
Turn thou where never

A shadow can come,
And the arms of thy father

Shall welcome thee home! Cambridge.

AN ENTHUSIAST'S INTERVIEW WITH A POET.

19 AN ENTHUSIAST'S INTERVIEW WITH "Why, my Lord, it is almost presumptuous in A POET.

me to make choice amongst them, I answered;

.but if urged to do so, I should name the poem BY ALICIA JANE SPARROW.

of “ English Bards and Scotch Reviewers :" it suits my temperament best; your Lordship hits

hard !' “ The words of such a man are worth attending to."

“ Ha, you judge ! he exclaimed, with animaCARLYLE. tion; and something like civility became perceptible

in his manner, as he addedTake a seat, sir.'

“I gladly availed myself of the offer, and drawing “ And you have seen Lord Byron !" I ex- forth my letter of introduction, I said —' As your claimed, delighted even to look on one who had Lordship appeared in a reverie on my entrance, I looked on the great and gifted poet ; "you have did not iake the liberty of interrupting it; but now seen Lord Byron !" I exclaimed, as words to this will you permit me io hand you a letter from a import reached my ear from the lips of one of the particular friend of yours, and, I have the honour most ardent admirers of genius I have ever had io say, of mine.' the good fortune to be in company with. “I “: Who—who is it?' he inquired. knew him well," was the impressively uttered

«« Tom Moore.' reply. The “ when," and the "where,” were “Instantly he started from his chair, and springing rapidly inquired into by my ardent self; and towards me, shook me cordially by the hand, and pleased, perhaps, at meeting a kindred spirit in eagerly seizing the letter, pressed it several times enthusiasm, my new acquaintance kindly entered with the utmost ardour io' his lips, exclaiminginto the particulars of an interview, which was too 'Ah, Moore ! my dear, dear Moorel' Then characteristic and too interesting to pass quickly turning to me, he rejoined: Why did not from memory.

(mentioning the gentleman who had admitted me) “ The poet,” he commenced, “ was at a villa at iell me this? or, why did not you tell me at once the Lago di Como, and I brought with me a letter that you were a friend of Moore ?' of introduction from Moore. Two English gen- “I felt like one spell-bound, the change was so tlemen with whom I was slightly acquainted were rapid from the cold, arrogant, discourteous muser staying with his lordship, and, on the morning of to the cordial and warm-hearted friend.

My my visit, I met them both just quitting the portico being the friend of bis beloved Moore, seemed at on an excursion. When they understood my once a passport to bis favour and regard. In balf wishes, one of them courteously re-entered with an hour, I felt as if I had known him for years. me, and, conducting me into a small saloon, pre. He urged my stay with an importunity I could not septed me to Lord Byron, and again withdrew. resist, and in the society of this gifted and extraI was young that time and the speaker passed his ordinary man, I passed one of the most agreeable hand over his now time-worn brow); I was young weeks of my life. At times he abandoned himself and ardent, aod a passionate admirer of every to a reckless vivacity that was delightful to me, man, woman, youth, or maiden endowed with the after the haughty arrogance that marked our first celestial gift?-theart unteachable ;' there. interview; flashes of gaiety streamed from those fore, with interest the most intense I gazed on lips which have been pronounced lips of scorn, Byron-the great, the famous Byron

and methinks I hear even now the low ringing of

his musical laugh. Alas! alas ! and now that • Who ope'd new fountains in the human heart.' voice is still !" continued the speaker musingly;

“that face so full of mind, is wrapped in dust, and He sat by a table, in a thoughtful attitude, with his upon that glorious brow the worm has long since forehead resting on his hand, and occasionally made its feast! Oh! would that he had lived to sipping some hollands and water which stood be verify the speculations of him, who has sweetly side him. On my entrance, he had slightly moved said his head without rising, and he took no further notice of me, but left me standing beside him in

. If years had brought the most uncomfortable position. I felt his dis. A blessed store of brighter thought, courtesy to the quick-the blood mounted to my How much of all that mars his fame very temples-but England's mightiest poet was be- Had vanished in a purer aim.'' fore me, and I was an enthusiast! For once' I inwardly said, 'I will be a philosopher, and bear this indignity with patience, and see how it will end.' Seemingly lost in a fit of musing, be appeared, or affected to appear, wholly unconscious of my presence for the space of, at least,fifteen minutes. At length he suddenly looked up, and abrupuly

ANSWER TO ENIGMA asked “ • Have you read all my works, sir ?

In our last. “I do not think one of them has escaped me,'

P-R-I-M-R-O-S-E. was my reply.

" Which of them do you prefer ? was his next interrogation.

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DISOBEDIENCE.

the maiden returned, alone, looking thoughtful,
and almost sad.

“ You are late," said the old man sternly.
“ Yes, father."

“ This should not be, Rhoda, for you are far “ They're all gone—my loved—my own!

from strong. Your poor mother died of conWith swelling heart and swimming eye,

sumption, and at times your strange resemblance

to her makes me tremble." In our old home, I sit alone, And call them--but there's no reply."

“If it makes you love me for her sake, I care

for little else,” said the girl gently. Miss H. F. GOULD.

Silly child! Are you not everything to me

Rhoda kissed him fondly. It was on a summer evening when a young “The neighbours say," continued the old man, man might have been seen walking with a kindling after a pause, “ that I am stern and harsh, so that eye and flushed brow, the frown upon which I have but few friends among them; but I have deepened every moment, backwards and forwards never been so to you-have I, Rhoda, darling ?”. before a neat rose-covered cottage, its high wall Only in one thing, my father," said the girl, sheltering him from the observation of those within, “and then I do not think that in your heart you until the door opened at length, and a maiden meant half you said against poor William Dorappeared, whose bright glance won a smile even mer;" and here she paused suddenly, while a dark from him, tired and impatient as he was : but frown gathered upon the withered brow of her his ill-humour soon returned.

companion. “ This cannot last, Rboda,” said be,“ you must "I understand all now," said Mr. Pemberton, feel that it cannot. I will never consent to come for that was the old man's name; "he has been prowling after you like a thief ! You must either with you to night?” become mine, as you have so often promised, or Rhoda could not deny it. give me up for ever.'

“ Be it so; but remember that the wife of “ That is," replied the girl sadly, “I must William Dormer is no daughter of mine. I have make up my mind which of the only two beings sworn it! My curse rest upon his head, and that in the world whom I have to love me will be of all connected with him !" the least missed, my father or you. Oh! William, There was a passionless solemnity in the tone it is much better to wait but a little longer with which this sentence was uttered, which awed things may change-he is growing very old Rhoda far more than the words themselves, but and I am his only child."

did not silence her, for she had her father's spirit. “ No, no," exclaimed her lover impatiently, “ You must have some powerful reason 10 “I have waited time enough; I must have your make you act thus ?" answer this night!”

“ I have: his mother was my first love; and “ Must .!repeated the maiden haughtily. now the son too, would steal away my last treaAy, even so.

Hear me, Rhoda ; did I marry sure, and ill-use and break her heart, as his father you for the little fortune which they say will one did hers who is now an angel in heaven. Hush! day be yours, I might, indeed, fear to brave the not a word more-I will not hear it-unless it be old man's wrath, lest in his anger he should be to swear to me, you will never behold him agaio. stow it on another. But I court only thyself, Poor Rhoda sat down and leant her throbbing my long-plighted bride. And yet for your sake, temples upon her hands, while a dreary, silence and for 'fear it should grieve you to think on ensued, which was broken at length by Mr. it afterwards, I would not urge you to this step, Pemberton. were I not sure he would forgive it, for you have “ Rhoda," said he fondly,“ do not let us often boasted to me of the power you had over quarrel about him, my child. Forgive me if I him in his sternest moods."

spoke harshly to you just now, and let the subject “ Heaven forgive me then, for it was very be no more mentioned between us." wrong. And yet, I do believe he loves me too And so all their conversation upon this topic much to be lon angry, for somehow in the end ever ended, although the old man was frequently he always comes round to my way of thinking; so violent, that it made her shudder to listen to but how much better to wait until that time bis threats and imprecations ; but then she koew arrives—until of his own accord he places my how passionate he was, and how soon the fit hand in yours; and tells you in his kindest voice, passed over, and relied perhaps too much upon that a good and dutiful daughter is sure to make his almost childish affection for herself, and so the a good wife. How often I have dreamt that it summer wore away, One day Rhoda Pemwas thus,"

berton was seen to leave the cottage early on & " And I fear that it is only in dreams that it | sunny morning, in her neat white dress and straw will ever come to pass,” replied William Dormer, bonnet, and return a few hours afterwards, as she “but it needs neither his voice nor any one's else had often done before, with young Dormer; but there to tell me of thy virtues, Rhoda."

was no lingering farewell ultered beneath the They walked on, beguiled either by the beauty shadow of the high wall; no parting protracted so of the evening or iheir own earnest conversation, long, that the girl in the opposite cottage grew and the shades of night had begun to fall before weary of looking out to see if he were gone, and

became, in the ready sympathy of her kind heart, Lee vouched for her skill, and, contrary to the quite anxious lest Mr. Pemberton should come predictions of all, she stayed. The new nurse was suddenly and unawares upon them. Both walked tall and fearfully attenuated, and wore her hair, straight up the gravel path, and entered the house which was perfectly grey, although it would seem as if it had been their own, closing the door after from some other cause than age, parted simply them, although they must have known it was at an beneath her widow's cap, and she had a low, mehour when the old man was sure to be within. lancholy voice, which fell upon the ear like music

And then arose, on a sudden, the mingling of heard long ago. The old man seemed quite to fierce voices, until Rhoda was seen with a face take to her, as it were, and, as they sat together of wbiter than the robe she wore, closing the case- a winter night, would tell her how the last woman ment hastily, so that a confused murmur only was that was there had even beaten him ; but bid ber heard, followed at length by a wild woman's not to weep, for that was all past now. shriek ; and a few moments afterwards William “ Many a time," said he,“ have I heard the Dormer again appeared, bearing Rhoda in his rattling of money, when she thought I slept, but powerful arms as though she had been a little I said nothing, although I knew that she was child. But when they had advanced a few paces, robbing me, for it mattered little since I have no she broke from him, and tottering back sank down one to leave it to." fainting upon the threshold, stretching out her “ But had you not a daughter ?" asked his arms imploringly towards the doors that had closed companion. against her for ever.

“Yes, I forget her name now. She disobeyed A crowd, attracted partly by sympathy and me, and I cast her off for ever!" partly by curiosity, were soon collected around “ Poor girl!" exclaimed the nurse. them, and many were the kind and friendly offers “And why poor? she has her husband-it was which the young couple received from those who her own choice-and she preferred him to her old had known them both from their childhood. father."

“Nay, do not weep,” said one soothingly; “ But what if he be dead ?” " the old man will be sorry for this after a time.” “Ah! she would be lonely then, almost as

“No, no!" exclaimed Rhoda, “what's past can lonely as I have been, and seek me out perhaps, never be recalled. The curse must be worked but I hope not. I never wish to hear that voice out! For myself I want nothing, only be kind 10 again. I have grown calmer and happier of late him when I am gone, for my sake. And, Lucy, than for years before ; it would only irritate, and dear!” added the poor girl to her sympathizing tempt me perhaps to exult in the speedy punishopposite neighbour, “ if all this agitation should ment of her disobedience—to curse and spurn her make him ill, do not say a word to any one, but from my door, as I did years ago." go yourself immediately to Doctor Lee, who is the “ Now heaven forbid 1” said Mary, for so his only person that understands and does him good, attendant was called, and the conversation dropped. and do not let them judge him harshly for his The walls of the cottage were very thin, and conduct to me this day, for I have deserved it all.” sometimes Mr. Pemberton could not sleep all

At this momentthe casement was again flung open, night for Mary's hollow and incessant cough; and and the harsh voice of Mr. Pemberton beard he used 10 lay and think of old times, for it was threatening, if the crowd did not instanly disperse, thus with his wife for the few months previous to to send for a constable ; and Rhoda, clinging 10 her death ; and how lonely he should feel if Mary her husband's arm, went forth from among them were taken too, just when he had begun to like her without another word. A weary bridal day was so much; and when she came the next morning to that for her, and wearier still to come ; truly, her hope that she had not disturbed him very much, punishment was a heavy one !

tired as he was, he would answer kindly, and even Years passed away-what unexpressed wretch- asked Doctor Lee if something could not be done edness is often crowded into that common phrase, for it, although he anticipated the answer almost which we utter with careless lips-years passed before it came. away, and the old man had grown feeble as a “ Mary,” said he, when the worthy physician child, and blind beside, so that they were obliged had departed, “ you have been a good and kind at last to put some one into the house to take nurse to me, but you require one yourself now, care of it and bim. Lucy went first, for she was take what money you want and go back to your still unmarried, and remembered her promise to home.” poor Rhoda, whom no one had seen from the day “I have no home," replied she sadly, "po friend she wedded William Dormer. And being a meek in the whole world that I know of.” spirited girl, she bore all his harshness, as long as “ Poor child ! and yet you must not die-what she could without a murmur, and even tried to can I do for you, Mary?" introduce the subject of his daughter's disobe- Nothing-oh, nothing, but let me stay here dience, and wia him to seek her out and pardon with you. Indeed I am not so very ill, and my her ; but discouraged and frightened too, by the cough will go away when the warm weather fearful rage into which he got, she gave up her task comes, as it always does, only do not send me from in despair. Next came a hired nurse, who left the you." first week, and then a succession of strangers who “ Well, well, we will wait until summer," said almost drove the old man mad.

the old man,

6 and see what that produces; I At length one arrived who looked ill-fitted for believe I should have missed you very much, the arduous task she had undertaken ; but Doctor Mary.".

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