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1.-Mrs. Siddons, in the Character of Lady Macbeth.

Engraved by Charles Rolls, from a Painting by

G. H. Harlowe . . Frontispiece. II.-A Portrait. Engraved by W. Danforth, from a

Painting by C. R. Leslie, R. A. . . III.-Oberon and Titania. Engraved by J. C. Ed

wards, from a Painting by Henry Howard, R. A. IV.-Childe Harold and Ianthe. Engraved by E.

Portbury, from a Drawing by Richard Westall,

R. A. . . . .
V.—The Sale of the Pet Lamb. Engraved by

Charles Rolls, from a Painting by W. Col.

lins, R. A. VI.—The Brigands' Cave. Engraved by Charles Rolls,

from a Painting by Thomas Uwins . . VII.-The Sisters of Scio. Engraved by Henry Rolls,

from a Picture by A. Phalipon . . VIII.-Jacob's Dream. Engraved by E. Goodall, from

a Painting by W. Allston, A. R.A. . . IX.—The Discovery. Engraved by J. Goodyear, from

a Picture by F. P. Stephanoff X.-La Fille bien Gardée. Engraved by Charles

Rolls, from a Painting by A. E. Chalon, R. A. : XI.--The Tournament. Engraved by J. T. Willmore,

from a Drawing by John Martin . . XII.–Viscountess Belgrave. Engraved by Robert

Graves, from a Painting by Sir Thomas Law-
rence, P.R. A.

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A Tale of the Barrow-Hide.


Whoever has journeyed along the banks of the river Barrow, in that part of its course which separates the Queen’s County from the county of Kildare, must have remarked the remains of Grange-Mellon, the former residence of the St. Ledger family. The long avenue, choked with grass and weeds,--the wooded grounds, stretching along the river's edge,—the dilapidated gateway and mansion-walls, - the loud cawing from the rookery,— all combined to mark the place as one which ought to furnish some legend of antiquity and romance. Such was surely to be had there for those who would seek it. But Grange - Mellon is only linked to my memory by an humble love-story of almost modern date, yet tragical enough, heaven knows, to have had its source in the very oldest days of magic and misery.

I can state nothing of the tender dames, or youths of gentle blood, who inhabited the castle before it tumbled

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