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have come into life with a pen behind his ear, , employment by any studies of his, pushed far and with an instinctive faculty for the calcula- into the night, for he grew very weary, and tion of interest, simple and compound. But was soon seen hovering round the old shop, there is no such wide difference as this among until at last he went in, and begged as a parti

Noble words and the history of noble cular favour that they would let him know deeds cause all men to thrill and glow, and their melting days, and he would come and every man sympathizes with his fellow-men in help them. Thus, fitted by no preparation for the progress of knowledge, and in the discove- the retirement which he had been looking forries of science. In every soul of us there is a ward to for years, he was forced to fly for hunger to know, which is feeble only when it relief to the most disgusting part of his old is neglected. For the sake of this precious business. When we hear men promising thempart of us, knowledge is to be sought, be our selves a refined literary leisure hereafter, occupations what they may.

The mind has while the common cares of life are twisting wants far more vital than those of the body. their roots in with the whole texture of their The reader has read in his childhood of the minds, and binding every faculty round and Prince in the Eastern story, who, by some round, we are reminded of the old lady who magical charm, was turned, one half of him was observed to attend daily upon the drawing into marble, so that while one side was living of a lottery. One of the clerks, noting her flesh, the other was cold immovable stone. constant attendance, asked her for the number How much more deplorable the condition of of her ticket: “My dear child,” she exclaimed, him, whose mind, which is infinitely more to “ I have not got any ticket. But, if it please him than his body, is sunk in the stone-like Heaven that I should draw a prize, I can draw stupor of ignorance, and who has it to remem- a prize whether I have a ticket or not.” Is the ber that it is so by his own will. When will absurdity in this case one whit greater than that blessed day dawn, when the higher nature that of him who thinks to enjoy the delights of of man, with its boundless aspirations, its im- knowledge without that intellectual preparation mortal hunger, will be duly reverenced and essential in the very nature of things? Is not cared for?

he, too, looking for a prize for which he has But there is no man, no young man certainly, purchased no ticket? who, having the opportunity of mental culture, It is necessary to the efficacy of all labour has come to the deliberate determination to that it be spontaneous. No work is well done, relinquish entirely all hope of intellectual whether in the workshop, the school, or the culture. Multitudes please themselves with study, that is not done, as the sailors say, the idea of retiring by and by, and exchanging “with a will.” And yet, we know not how it the irksome shop or counting-room for a quiet is, the very best way of inducing hearty and library and literary recreations. What grown victorious exertion is to put oneself under the up man can be beguiled by such a delusion ? iron necessity of exertion. This is the way to Have we not seen the folly of it over and over awaken the energy of a slumbering will. Let again in real life? Dr. Johnson mentions the him, therefore, who is resolved to vindicate the case of a tallow-chandler, who, having amassed claims, and feed the appetite, of his mind, bind a considerable fortune, retired, making over himself irrevocably to the task. A task it may his business to his foreman, with the delightful be for a long while, but the time will come prospect of literary ease. It does not appear when it will be his privilege and pleasure, and that he was a niggardly man, and had any ob- he will be ready to declare with Fénélon that jection, generated by his old trade, to the con- if the riches of the Indies were poured at his sumption of the midnight taper. But certain feet, he would not exchange for them his love it is that he gave no encouragement to his old I of reading.




Not for me does Spring unfold her wing

O'er the land I loved so well;
Not for me her showers will rouse the flowers

That are sleeping in the dell;
Ere the Catskill's snow to the Hudson flow,

I shall be far o'er the sea;
So, my native isle, will thy summer smile

Be for others, not for me.

Fare thee well, dear shore; I am travel-sore,

I am weary of the sky;
If my mould could rest within thy breast,

I would gladly, gladly die.
But I'll sleep afar, 'neath a chilly star,

In a strange land o'er the sea.
So, my native soil, will this mortal coil

Be for others, not for thee.

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The student for learning in safety could roam,
The peasant securely could rest in his home,
The priest on the altar to heaven could pray,
The maiden through mealow and greenwood could stray;
The fields of their fathers once more were their own,
The kine were all pastured, the good geed was sown;
Green Erin was joyful, she dreamed not of care,
While ruled by the father of Melcha the Fair.

The proud Danish Lord to Rath Tara is gone,
Melachlin stands musing a moment alone;
Then loudly he summons the best of his band,
“ Ho, seek through the breadth and the length of
For young men, fifteen, who can strike for the weak,
All spotless of honour, and beardless of cheek,
Hearts that undaunted all dangers will dare
To shield from the tyrant my Melcha the Fair."

my land


They come at his bidding all radiant with youth,
With souls all religion, and bosoms all truth;
'Neath white veilst of beauty the young men conceal
Their bosoms well guarded with armour of steel,

* Loclannochs-Anglice, the powerful at sea.

† A tax imposed on the Irish by Turgesius; the defaulters were punished by the loss of their noses; hence the name “ Arighid Srone," nose-money.

Long white veils, to use the language of the Morning Post, were “much worn” by ladies in the ninth century.-See M'Geoghegan's History and Moore's for the story.

THE STORY OF THE BALLAD.— The Danish tyrant now Such was the state of Ireland during the sway of these imposed a tax of an ounce of gold on the chief of every tyrants. No alliance or marriage took place; every one family. Those who did not pay, were subject to the passed his time in the strictest retirement; the secular penalty of having their noses cut off, from which the tax, and regular clergy, in order to shelter themselves from in the language of the country, was called “Arighid the fury of the Normans, lay concealed in the woods, Srone,” that is, nose-money.

where they celebrated the divine mysteries, and spent

their days in prayer and fasting; while the faithful sought In the mean time, Melachlin had the whole country them in secret, to receive consolation from them, and join searched for fifteen young men without beards, of acknowin their prayers for the delivery of the people. They were ledged honour and bravery, whom he caused to be dressed at length heard; and the persecution, which had lasted in female attire, with each a poniard concealed under his about twelve years, was terminated by an event as sud- robe, and gave them the instructions necessary to execute den as it was singular, and one for wb no parallel is to his project, which would put an end to tyranny. He also be found in history.

inspired them with sentiments of religion and patriotism, Turgesius had a castle built for himself in the vicinity and commanded them to defend the honour of the Princess of Melachlin, prince or Ard Righ, “high king," of Meath, at the peril of their lives, and to have the doors opened and went frequently to visit his neighbour. Melachlin for him, in order that he might come to their succour was a man of considerable talents, an able politician and with a body of troops, whom he should hold in readiness brave warrior, and possessed all the qualities requisite to at a short distance; and, lastly, to seize the tyrant and govern a kingdom. He one day asked the tyrant what he chain him, without depriving him of life. should do to get rid of a certain kind of very destructive Turgesius did not fail to repair on the day appointed, birds that had lately arrived in the country? The tyrant, to receive the Princess Melcha and her afteen young lanot mistrusting the statement, answered, that their nests dies; he even invited fifteen of the principal officers of his should be destroyed. Melachlin, who, by the birds, meant army to share in the festival. After spending the day in the Normans, readily felt the force of this answer, and feasting, each of the officers was shown to the apartment occupied himself solely with devising means to act upon intended for him, and crders given for the guards and it; an opportunity for which was soon afforded him by other domestics to retire. Turgesius himself remained the tyrant. Some days afterwards, he, Turgesius, being alone in his apartment, where he impatiently awaited the on a visit with the Prince of Meath, saw his daughter, arrival of the Princess Melcha. The porter, who was the Melcha, who was young and formed to please, particularly only one of the domestics intrusted with the secret, soon in the eyes of a man so depraved in character. His pas- entered, accompanied by the Princess, with her little troop sion for her became violent, and wishing to make her his of Amazons, who came like a second Judith to deliver her concubine, he demanded her of her father. Nothing was people. The tyrant, who was heated with wine, was about farther from the thoughts of Melachlin, than the idea of to insult the Princess, when the young men immediately dishonouring his daughter. It was, however, a delicate threw off their robes, and drawing their weapons, seized affair, and stratagem was necessary, in the absence of him and tied him with cords to the pillars of his bed. strength, to extricate himself from the dilemma. Having They then opened the gates of the castle to permit weighed every circumstance, he on one side saw the danger Melachlin and his troops to enter; fell on the garrison, of refusing the barbarian, who was absolute master in the beginning with the officers, and put all, except Turgesius, country, and whose conduct was rulod solely by passion: to the sword. on the other, should his project succeed, he conceived a When Melachlin had given the place up to pillage, in faint hope of delivering his country from slavery. Hav- which they found immense booty, he repaired to the spot ing formed his plan, he turned his thoughts towards car- where the tyrant was bound and reproached him bitterly rying it into effect. He told the tyrant that his proposal with his tyranny, cruelty, and other vices; and having was hard, but that as he could refuse him nothing, he loaded him with chains, had him carried in triumph bewould send him his daughter on an appointed day, to. fore him. He allowed him to live a few days, in order gether with fifteen young ladies of her own age to keep that he should be a witness before his death of the sufferher company, and render her those services her rank, ings of his countrymen, and then caused him to be thrown, required; at the same time requesting that the whole chained as he was, into Loch Ainnin, in Westmeath, where affair might be kept secret, so as to screen his daughter's he perished.—[See M'Geoghegan's History, pages 218, 219, honour.

passim; also Giraldus Cambrensis, for a different account.]

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Up amid the winds and sunshine Austria's blazoned ban- | But as thick as stands at harvest golden grain along the ners danced

Rhine, With a mighty clash of armour Austria's haughty hosts Stood the spears of the invaders, gleaming down the advanced;

threat'ning line; Calling on the God of freedom, with a shout for Switzer. And as pressed the hardy Switzers close upon their land,

leader's track, Down against the mailed thousands rushed the little Everywhere that wall of lances met their way, and hurled patriot band !

them back; With their short swords and their halberds, and their Till the blood of brave Confederates stained the hillside simple shields of wood;

and the plain, With their archers, and their slingers, and their pikemen Drenching all the trampled greensward like a storm of stern and rude.

mountain rain; VOL. VI.


Till the boldest brow was darkened, and the firmest lip Till a thousand mountain echoes rendered back the was paled;

mighty cries, Till the peasant's heart grew fearful, and the shepherd's With the sound of earth's contention making tumult in stout arm failed.

the skies. Then from out the Swiss ranks stepping, high above the

But amid the rush of battle, or the victor's proud array, tumult called, He, the Knight de Winkelried, Arnold, pride of Under

Came the saviour of Helvetia ? came the hero of the day? wald:

Prone along the wet turf lay he, with the lances he had

grasped, “ Yield not, dear and faithful allies!--stay, for I your way

All his valour's deadly trophies still against his brave heart will make! Care you for the wife and children, for your old com

clasped !

Feeling not the tempest-surging, hearing not the war of panion's sake;

strifeFollow now, and strike for freedom, God, and Switzerland!” he cried ;

With the red rents in his bosom, and his young eye closed

on life. Full against the close ranks rushing, with his arms extended wide,

And when thus his comrades found him, there was triumph

in their tears--Caught, and to his bosom gathered, the sharp lances of He had gathered glory's harvest in that bloody sheaf of the foe!

spears. Then, as roll the avalanches down from wilds of Alpine snow,

Lo, it is an ancient story, and as through the sbades of Through the breach on rolled the Switzers, overthrew the night, mail-clad ranks,

We are gazing through dim ages, on that fierce, unequal Smote, as smote their shepherd fathers, on Algeri's fight; marshy banks!

But the darkness is illumined by one grand, heroic deed, Everywhere the Austrian nobles, serfs, and hirelings And we hear the shout of Arnold, and we see his great turned in flight

heart bleed! Soon was seen the royal standard wavering, falling in the fight;

Yet today, oh hero-martyr, does the Switzer guard thy 'Twas the Duke himself upraised it, and its bloody folds outspread,

And to-day thy glorious legend touches all his heart with Waved it, till his guard of barons all went down among

flame; the dead;

And with reverence meek and careful still he hands thy Then amid the battle plunging, bravely bore the war. memory down, rior's part,

By the chapel in the mountains, and the statue in the Till the long pike of a Switzer cleft in twain his tyrant

town. heart!

Take thou courage, struggling spirit—thus upon life's

battle plain, With their goals athirst for vengeance, through dark God for all his heroes careth, and they cannot fall in vain! gorge and rocky glen,

And of heaven for ever blessed shall the soul heroic be On the footsteps of the flying, hot pursued the mountain

Who, oppression's close ranks breaking, makes a pathway men,

for the free; Smiting down the bold invadera, till the ground for many Though his faithful breast receiveth the sharp lances of a rood,

the foe, Round about that town beleaguered, was afloat with Aus- God, the God of freedom, counteth all the life-drops as they trian blood.

flow! Then arose their shouts of triumph up amid the shadowy He shall have the tears of millions, and the homage of the even

braveLoud rejoicings, fierce exultings storming at the gates of He shall have immortal crownings, and the world shall heaven,

keep his grave.


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