tirely thrown away. As a fresh wound shrinks back. from the hand that would apply a remedy, but by de grees submits to, and even requires, the means of cure; so a mind under the first impression of misfortune shuns and rejects all arguments of consolation, but at length, if applied with tenderness, calmly and wil Fingly acquiesces in them. Her affliction was by time mellowed into a kind of constitutional melancholy and she still retained the title to which the exquisite ness of her feelings had given her so indisputable a claim. At the period of her father's disappearance: Kate Kearney was fifteen. There is no proof, or even report, that she was at that time distinguished for a levity which has been attributed to her by the present panegyrist of her beauty, who has also ascribed cruelty and inconstancy to her. On the contrary, the cir eumstances which we have related, stamp upon her a character which can never die: filial tenderness is inconsistent with the disgusting levity of a flirt, and it is impossible that she who adored her kindred, could be cruel to her kind. Three years rolled ony and the fair mourner still had! her misery imprinted on her soul. There appeared in the neighbourhood, an old woman, who was generally reputed to be a witch; she had done many things of a wonderful description; and to this woman Kate: Kearney, who believed that her father was taken away: by supernatural means, was resolved to apply. The story goes on thes. Our heroine was told by the old: oracle that her father was yet living, but that the divi nity of the lake, the hoary Killarn, had taken him to his dominions, in order to reward him for his virtues upon earth; and that he could again be beheld by his daughter if she visited the bottom of the lake.. She accordingly prepared herself, and after several masses plunged into the water. In a short time she rose: above the surface, and told those who were waiting in 6 silent " ilent expectation, that she had been with her father, from whom she was determined to part no more. She immediately disappeared, and was never seen again. For a long time after this the part of the lake which the name of Kate Kearney has immortalized, was distinguished by certain solemn ceremonials, that showed the admiration and the superstition of the clans which inhabited its banks.. ON A GRAVE YOUNG LADY WHO WAS SEEN TO LAUGH AT CHURCH. [From the same, Sept. 2.] You ask me how Chloe, just now in her prime, Throws off the most cumbersome burden of time.- UPON a voyage bound, to Kingdom come, " Had a warm argument, (this happens seldom ;) The dame had barter'd, ten times o'er and o'er ; By assignations made, both night and day; th Big-bellied maids deliver'd 'fore the time, Which well he urg'd-to give the Devil his due. "Let's throw the dice"-the Monk the bargain struck. Satan first seiz'd upon the fatal box, "'Tis my time now," returns the wily Priest The Devil was dup'd, the Monk was canoniz'd; * 59 D 19. V 192 THE THE BET-A PETER-PINDARIČ. [From the British Press, Sept. 6.] Epicuri de grege PORCUM THE dinner o'er, Most folks have seen Some wags, I ween, Who'll make, of orange-peel, a sow or boar, And work'd away upon't with steel. HoA The one, expert, produc'd his pig with quick despatch, And all the rest may titter- But I have made a Litter !"" TO A MISER. [From the Morning Chronicle, Sept. 6.]" MEN say you are wealthy, but falsely, I'm sure, You have not a penny to give to the poor, SIMPLE PAT. [From the same.] IN London, poor Pat, having spent harvest wages, From From him quite unknown should a loan ask of money. Becaise you ne'er saw me, I tought you'd be willing; EPIGRAM. [From the same.]. DAMUS, an Author cold and weak, Thinks as a Critic he's divine; Likely enough-We often make. LINES FOR A BUST OF THE RIGHT HON. [From the same, Sept. 7.] THE sage, the statesman, and the patriot's mind, No mean expedients, and no tricks of state, In many a storm he freedom's cause maintain'd; |