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Trove TitleThe Soldier's Wife
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THE SOLDIER'S WIFE.

Chapter V.

THERE are flowers in thy path, and start in thy sky; But, maiden of Erin, thy soft beaming eye,

As it smiles in its light, like love's planet afar,

Is more fair than the flow'ret, more bright than the star. Ay, go to thy bridal! the heart thou hast given

In freshness and truth, like an offering for heaven, Be it shrined in a bosom as faithful as thine;

May he love, as thou lov'st, with a feeing divine!

Dream not of the future! tho' dark clouds may lower,   They are not for thes now, in this festival hour.

Dream not of the future! its promise may fade;    

But the bright, joyous present, 'tis thine, fairest maid!

Not many weeks after Ensign Allan's first admission to Phelim's cottage, he succeeded in making himself to welcome a guest by what Norah termed "his winning ways," that he was   daily to be seen beside the good woman at her wheel, "condescinding" to talk to her, as she ex-      

pressed it, as "no other quality" would, or as-   sisting Kate in tying up nosegays, or making fanciful wreaths, in which she still delighted. Sometimes they would wander forth together in the bright, fresh morning, while the dew was yet heavy on the grass; and George Allan would occasionally stop, and compare the lovely being by his side to one of the elfin folk she was fond of singing about.

"You have been a long time answering my   letter, Kate," said the ensign, as he sat by her side under the shade of the drooping tree in the walk wherein they had first met.

Kate made no reply; but it must be acknow- ledged that she looked rather foolish, as she hung down her little head, blushing, while she continued to play with her long shining curls in order to employ her fingers.

"Perhaps you have not read it, Kate? Did    

you burn it?"  

"No," replied Kate, almost inaudibly.   "Nor tear it up?" inquired George.  

"No," was the reply, in a soft whisper  

"Then what did you do with it?" he in- quired.

Kate's answer was drawing forth the paper— worn to be sure it was—from its innocent hiding place.

"My dear Kate! how kind in you to keep it so long, and so near your heart!" said George; "but why have you not answered me yet?"    

"Because—because—" stammered Kate.  

"Speak out, little trembler," said her lover,   fondly.

"Because I cannot read!" replied the girl, with a strong effort, and for very shame averting  

her crimson face while she made the avowal.

"Good heavens! cannot read! Kate Donlavy cannot read!" gasped the young officer.

"No," said Kate, bursting into a passionate flood of tears as she rose from her seat. "I   cannot read, though I am Kate Donlavy! The   fault is not mine, sir."

"No, it is not," said George, his horror at   espousing a totally ignorant woman put to flight by her loveliness, and by the pride of her race that burst even through her childish simplicity. "Forgive my haste, Kate," he added. "In truth I was so surprised, and so—"

"So ashamed, too," interrupted Kate with spirit. "Well, sir, you are free; go and woo   some courtly lady, if you will, that has more knowledge than Father Peter himself; but though I can't read, and of course cannot write either, I will never be wife to any man, though he lived at Dublin Castle, that's ashamed of

me!"

"Ashamed of you! Who could be? Oh, Kate, you wrong me, indeed you do!" exclaimed her lover, reseating her by gentle force by his side. "Was it not for your sweet simplicity   I loved you first, and love you now? But tell   me, dearest, how comes it that your father has so neglected you?"  

"I have no father but kind Phelim," said Kate. "Mr. Donlavy Balfour is no father to   me. I never saw him, for he left me entirely to Norah from my birth, when my own mother (rest her soul!) died. I have tried hard to love him, but I could never do it; for something rises up between him and me, and that's his cold unkindness and neglect."

"And he has never tried to have you taught anything?" said George.  

"Never," replied Kate, with a deep sigh.   "May I teach you, Kate?" he inquired.    

"Oh, yes, pray do; Phelim and Norah will be     so glad! But what will you teach me?"  

"First to love me," replied the young ensign.   Kate looked very much as if that lesson were already learnt; her lips opened to speak, but somehow she could not get out an answer. George however fancied, indeed felt sure, he had read one which was highly satisfactory to him-

self.

When Kate had recovered sufficient self-pos- session to reply, she had dreamt so bright a dream for the future that earth to her mental vision had become transformed into a Paradise of light and love. "Can you teach about the   stars?" said she quickly. "I have always fan-     cied the Virgin and saints lived in them, and wished for the time when I might go to live

there too."

"I know little of the stars, dear child," said   her lover. "I will teach you what I know of other things; but why do you wish to go and live in the stars, Kate?"    

"That I might be happy; because no one but     Phelim and Norah loved me; and though I have often laughed and sported; I have as fre- quently been sad and lonely."

"But not now, surely you do not wish such a change now!"  

"No, not now," said Kate, in a low, sweet voice that vibrated through her lover's heart.

Love! oh, young Love! why hast thou not security? Heaven's image upon earth, why art   thou ever effaced, or thy beauty marred by the world's sordid cares and interests? Why cometh the shadow over thy bright existence?   But thus shall it ever be till Love, an exile from its native heavens, is once more borne home to bask in the radiance of eternity.

From thenceforth Kate received daily instruc- tions from George Allan. She was quick and made progress; not that she learnt miraculously, like a heroine of whom we have somewhere read in a fashionable novel, who was taught the piano by her lover, and in three months acquired suffi- cient knowledge of the art to enable her to pro- fess it! No, Kate often blundered and stumbled in her lessons; but still she learned to read tolerably, and at last spelt out her long-cherished letter. She had all the wild poetry of the coun- try in which she had beon reared, a large portion of its brogue, and many of its peculiar expres- sions—not inelegant in themselves, but in one less charming they would have been painful to a critical ear. By degrees these were wearing away; but George's utmost vigilance was neces- sary to effect the cure. Not unfrequently he would hear Kate's soft voice saying, "Arrah, Norah, honey!" and when he playfully remon-   strated, she would thoughtlessly answer, "Don't   be afther taxing me, Misther Allan. Be aisy, can't ye?"  

Rome was not built in a day; and the ensign being very much in love had sufficient patience and perseverance to go on with his task.

George Allan was delighted in being able to

convince his friend Fitzmorris how correct his own judgment was, and how utterly erroneous his had been, in supposing Kate a mere rustic. He felt proud in proving not only his right esti- mate of birth's manifold distinctions, but in ad- verting to the happiness he enjoyed in the society of the unsophisticated beauty. He however constantly evaded all the entreaties of Fitzmorris for an introduction, though the latter was very much what Kate's sleep visions had portrayed him—a yellow dwarf, being short, stout, and sallow—whereas George himself rejoiced in the

altitude of six feet.

Perhaps the happiest days of Kate's life were

those in which she received instruction from him she loved and looked up to as a superior being. Those sunny hours passed swiftly by; and though winter was stealing on them, there was an evergreen world in the lovers' hearts and fan- cies that nothing came to dim.

George was on furlough, and still resided at Castle Connor, with whose proprietor he had been intimate in Dublin, and who had placed apartments in the old house at his disposal.

However sanguine and joyous his nature,   George well knew that his furlough (granted on the score of imaginary illness) must soon expire, and he began to think rather nervously of Mr. Donlavy. How could he introduce himself to him?—how propitiate his favor? Perhaps he     might object to the smallness of his fortune, for he was after all but a younger son of a younger son! In his dilemma he   applied for advice to Kate. He might as

well have consulted the birds over their

heads. She simply told him to talk to Phelim about that, or Father Peter, who was very learned, and had travelled as far as Rome, and had seen the Pope perform high mass on Innocents' Day, besides having read the lives of all the saints, and the history of the ancient Irish kings from beginning to end.

The ensign smiled, but remarked inwardly that a knowledge of all the saints that ever lived, or kings that ever reigned, might be compatible with no knowledge of the world; and though Father Peter had seen the glories of the Vatican, perhaps he could give no due to the unwinding of a matrimonial difficulty.

"Shall I tell your honor what I'm afther     thinking?" said Phelim, with a knowing look.   "Well, thin, it's just this same. The church is   quite convanient (i.e., near), and Father Peter is goodness itself; and I'm thinking if Norah were to tidy Miss Donlavy's best frock and blue ribbons, that you might make short work, git married, and ask consint of Mr. Donlavy Balfour afther, which, would be more reasonable like seein' thin it would be no manner of use to withhold it."

"No, no! not without his honor's consint;   there would be no blessin' on it,' darlint," said Norah, turning to Kate, who was hiding her face

on her foster-mother's shoulder while the con- versation went on.  

"Norah, Norah, lave his honor, Mr. Allan, to advise and consult with Miss Donlavy; it's not for you to be meddling," said Phelim.

"Nor for you, Phelim, by that same rason-   ing," replied Norah, with dignity, or what she

intended for such.

Meanwhile the ensign, who thoroughly en- tered into Phelim's proposal, was whispering words of persuasion to Kate, to which she replied by shaking her head, for Norah's opinions had great weight with her, and for once love's persuasions were compelled to succumb to those of maturer wisdom. Kate held out bravely against George's highest flight of eloquence. She was resolved not to marry without her father's con- sent and knowledge.

The next morning however, when her lover appeared pale and unhappy, with the news that he must in three days join his regiment, which was likely to be ordered on active service, our heroine's resolves were very much shaken; and   while weeping over their impending separation, she was insensibly led to unsay all that she had said on the previous evening, and allow him to set the seal on her destiny for ever.

They were married. Kate had but a few months completed her fifteenth year, when, at- tended by her foster parents she stood by the

sacred altar and took the irrevocable vows that

bound her to a life of trial, such as few, very

few of her sex are called on to endure.

Reader, most of those who amuse your leisure hours by a tale of sadness or of mirth stop short when the small gold circle has passed the bride's finger, and the last flowers have been strewed in her path. But with us it is the starting-point. We intend, by your gentle leave, to lead you with us through stirring passages of our hero- ine's married life—

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Where the hottest fire was seen and heard,

And the loud cannon peal'd its hoarsest strains.

The only remarkable circumstance attending the wedding was, that on Father Peter's ques- tion to the trembling Kate, "Wilt thou?" &c.;       the bride hesitating in her reply, Phelim supplied the deficiency, and exclaimed, "Arrah, father,   and be sure she will. Miss Donlavy is not one to go for to refuse such as his honor Ensign

Allan!"

The deed was done. Phelim put the best face he could on the matter, but both he and Norah in reality trembled for the consequences of the act they had sanctioned, and entreated that the marriage might for the present be kept a pro- found secret. Father Peter had promised secrecy too. Kate thought with a beating heart of the possible anger of her strange father, who though he had neglected her from the hour of her birth, might still feel strong resentment on learning that she had given her hand without his consent. She therefore joined Phelim and Norah in entreating her husband to conceal their marriage, at least for the present, or till she had gained more courage, and he reluctantly con-

sented.

A few brief weeks of happiness the young couple spent together, and then came the wife's first trial, to part from her young heart's idol. George, much as it cost him to depart and leave her behind, would not, from selfish considera- tions, expose Kate, at her tender age, to the hazardous and unquiet life of a soldier's wife. He therefore determined to leave her for a time with her foster parents, and hastened to join his regiment, full of determination and tender pro- mises of eternal fidelity to his charming bride;   all of which she devoutly believed—all of which he doubtless believed himself.

CHAPTER VI.

ERIN, farewell! "Thy blue waves roll in light;"     But years may pass ere thou again my sight May'st gladden, bright floweret of the sea, But still I hope once more to visit thee.

Two months after the departure of George Allan, and while natural regret for his absence was casting the first shades of care over the

young wife's countenance, Phelim and Norah   were startled by a most unlooked-for letter from  

Mr. Donlavy, summoning his daughter imme- diately to London, and intimating his wishes   that Phelim should attend her on the formidable   journey; for formidable it was in those days—   the transit from County Longford to London!   indeed it was a sort of epoch in a private gen-   tleman's life to have made such.  

Alarmed for the part they had taken in Kate's  

marriage, the worthy couple were divided be- tween apprehensions of her father's displeasure and the bitter grief of parting, perhaps for ever,   from the affectionate being who had been to   them as their own child, and that a most loving   one. Norah wept and sobbod as though her  

heart would break, as she sat on a stool by her smouldering fire of peat, rocking herself to and fro, as her custom was when in distress, while at intervals her affliction found momentary con-   solation in a string of ejaculations.  

"Holy mother! saints in Hiven!" she ex- claimed, "Sorra the bit his honor has thought   of his own till the day, and now jist to cloud our

joy and break our hearts he takes away the col-    

leen!"    

"Whist, Norah," said Phelim, "and be aisy;       if his honor hadn't sent for Miss Donlavy— Misthress Allan I mane—wouldn't his honor her

husband one day have been for fitchin' her away, when our hearts would have been yet more set on her? Well, all is best as Heaven   sends it, and it's ready I am to attend on Mis-

thress Al—"

"Whist thin yourself, Phelim," interrupted Norah, "and it's you that can't be aisy to call   the colleen Misthress Allan! Why, is it not his honor, Mr. Donlavy, as will brake iviry blessed bone in your skin, if he hears that same? You'll be kilt outright, clane kilt, and afther that how is it you'll get back to Longford?   Misthress Allan indeed! and what think you,   Phelim, would his honor say to that? and it was   your own doin' you well know."

"Faith, and if it was, it can't be undone,   Norah! so it's no use tellin'; and if—well, it's all well that ends well, and if his honor suspicts and finds out the truth of the matter, why thin Ensign Allan must jist run away with his wife, that's all; and sorra's the bit I'll be afraid of Misther Donlavy." But much as he might boast, Phelim still quaked when he thought of his approaching trial.

"Norah, Norah, what is this?" said Kate, as     she entered the room. "Why do you and Phe-  

lim look so sad and vexed?"  

"And isn't it that it's sad and heavy my very   sowl is, mavourneen," said Norah, in her grief, throwing her arms round Kate, and bursting afresh into something more like a howl than a

cry.

"But speak to me, Norah, honey!" said Kate,   in an agitated voice, and growing deadly pale; "speak, you have had a letter from—from—"   her trembling lips refused to name the one up- permost in her thoughts.

"No, no, jewel!" cried North, anxious to re-   lieve her fears as speedily as possible; "not   from Misther Allan, but from Misther Donlavy,

and—"

"I see all!" exclaimed Kate, yet paler. "My     father has sent for me to go to him. But don't weep, Norah. He wants me not. I will not leave you and Phelim."

"Yes, yes, you will, darlint," said Norah,   shaking her head sorrowfully. "Read, read what his honor says."

Kate took her father's letter, a portion of which was addressed to herself. He spoke of his being in bad health and depressed spirits, of requiring the care of a daughter, now that he was determined to mingle less in that world of

which he was tired. The voice of nature awoke in his child's heart as she read those few melan-   choly lines. She forgave, and indeed forgot her father's culpable neglect, and was alive only to the hope of contributing to his comfort and happiness.

"Yes, Norah, I must go," Kate said, as she   looked up with her beautiful eyes full of tears. "I must go, but I will come soon again. It   is impossible, quite impossible for me ever to forget you and kind Phelim, that have been a true father and mother to me. Be comforted, mother mavourneen," she continued, as she soothingly caressed Norah. "It's not Kate that   will forget you and Old Ireland; but Norah, my   grief is that I shall never have courage to tell my father of—of my marriage."  

"Say nothing about that samo, MisthrosB Allan, honey!" interrupted Phelim. "His honor will fret and fume so if he knows jist yet, for may be, though he's come of a noble family like, and is a born jontleman, Misther Allan has no great fortune; and besides, he's but an en- sign. Wait till at least he's a captain, and thin Mr. Donlavy will be both proud and plased with

his son-in-law."

Phelim spoke partly from the suggestions of his fears, and Kate's own apprehensions were sufficiently strong to second his proposition. It

was therefore determined that the secret should

still be cautiously kept, and that her husband's letters should be addressed as before to Phelim's humble habitation, and then transmitted under cover to Kate at her new home.

Poor Kate's preparations were few, and would soon be accomplished; but she set about them with a heavy heart and many tears, depositing her few treasures—and very few they were—in an old leather portmanteau. The most precious

of these was the first letter she received from George, ere yet she knew how to read its con- tents, and the ring before mentioned, which he had placed on her finger as a guard to the hoop of gold on their wedding-day.

It was Saturday, and the following Monday was fixed for her departure. On the Sunday Kate attended mass, bade farewell to Father Peter, and then wandered to Castle Connor to gaze, perhaps for the last time, on scenes to which her fondest recollections clung—especially the spot on which she and George had first met, and first exchanged their vows of affection.

Spring had just put forth its bright green leaves, and gave promise of a brilliant summer;   and summers were, we are told, in those days brighter than they are now. The young wife gazed round her with a mournful look, and tak- ing a few leaves from the drooping tree, rendered dear by association, she placed them in her bosom and turned sadly away.

On the day of departure she clung to her foster-mother's neck in an agony of grief, and felt as if heart-broken, till Phelim gently put Norah back into the cabin, and then lifted the weeping Kate into the rude vehicle which was to convey her to the town of Longford, from which she was to proceed to Dublin, and thence

to embark by a small sailing vessel for Eng-  

land.  

Chapter VII.

THERE is a voice in nature—'tis so fine,

Impalpable, and spirit-like, the vulgar ear

Marks not its echo; but the loving heart,     Instinct with tender impulse, it can hear That voice's faintest whisper, and vibrate With fond emotion at its first appeal!

On arriving at Longford, Kate's first care was to employ a part of the money which her father had forwarded for her use in the purchase of some good and servicable clothing for Norah, which was duly dispatched by a cart going to Castle Connor. She then proceeded on her journey; comfortless, fatiguing, and tedious as it was, and much as she suffered on the hitherto untried sea, her fears were so much excited at the thought of meeting her strange father, that she wished the journey yet longer, and with re- gret saw the great city rise before her, as the cumbersome coach in which she rode drove into London. At every roll of the wheels her heart sunk more and more within her, and when at last the conveyance stopped at a large, old- fashioned house, she was nearly fainting with apprehension. A film seemed to pass over her eyes, and she could no longer distinguish the ob- jects before her. But happily for her, honest Phelim, her own foster-father, was at her side to whisper words of comfort and encourage- ment; and though her eyes were suffused with   tears, she endeavored to rally her spirits suffici- ently to meet her parent.

The ponderous door-bell pealed through the- entrance-hall as Phelim rung it with his strong arm, as though he were summoning a congrega- tion to a parish church; the large door swung   back on its hinges, and a powdered footman, dressed in the extravagant costume of the times, appeared, and approached to assist Kate in alighting.

"How strange my father does not come to   meet me!" she mentally exclaimed; but the   thought was cut short by Phelim's ejaculating "Arrah, Misthress Al—, Miss Donlavy, I mane, but that jontleman's uncommon young to have so frosty a head! But maybe his honor has had some fright, and it's mighty shivil he

is."

Kate involuntarily smiled as she remembered that a few months previously she should herself have so exclaimed; but it happened that among other pieces of information derived from her hus- band was the fact that ladies and gentlemen, as well as their footmen, were accustomed to dis- guise the natural color of their hair with powder. She briefly whispered a word of explanation to Phelim on that subject, but forgot to tell him not to "your honor" the footman, whom in his simplicity he took for a gentleman.

On alighting, Kate found herself somewhat dazzled by the splendor which met her gaze. She was ushered through a magnificent hall, in which a group of richly-liveried servants stood, all, according to Phelim's idea, prematurely old, for he could not quite credit the fact that any one in his senses would try to look grey before his time. To the unsophisticated Hibernian each bore the appearance of a "great lord"; and as     one of them patronisingly offered to show him to the servants' hall, he replied, "Faith and plase   your honor, it's not for the likes of me to make s0 bold wid you."

"No ceremonies; come along my good fel-   low," said the footman, in a yet more condescend- ing tone.

"Well, and if your honor condescinds so far," said Phelim, "I'll be proud to follow you; but     shan't I be afther laving my brogues (i.e. shoes)

at the door?"  

"Leaving what?" exclaimed the man.    

"My brogues, and plase your honor," replied  

Phelim.

"You'd find it a hard matter to leave your   brogue, friend," said the footman amid the titter

of the other servants.

"Faith and it's myself that finds nothing a   hard matter," said Phelim, with a knowing look, "from thrashin' a fellow with my shillelagh   down to paling a pratee."

His natural acuteness had caught the meaning of the laughter by which he was surrounded; and though he still believed them gentlemen, his Irish blood was getting up to boiling heat at the thought of being their sport. The sight of his shillelagh, and the vigorous arm that swung it round, made the menials retreat and suppress their mockeries, from prudence if not from good feeling.

"Shall I tell your honors how we play at this in my counthry?" asked Phelim, with a wink,   at he saw the effect produced by his weapon of

defence.

"No, no, thank you," gasped a pale little man;   "but pray come to the hall, and have some sup-   per, Mr. What's-your-name!"  

"Plain Phelim, at your honor's service," said

the Irishman with a low bow.

"Well then, Mr. Plain-feeling, I'll show you   the way, if you please." So saying the man passed out, followed by Phelim, who believing himself on really familiar terms with "the qua-   lity," was quite proud of the distinction, and already laying brilliant plans for astonishing Norah, when, his travels over, he should be en- abled to relate them to her with his own super- added and vivid coloring in the green shades of

Castle Connor.  

Meanwhile Kate, trembling and fearful, had been conducted by a servant carrying a large flambeau up the grand staircase, which at every step excited her wonder and admiration. She passed through a long gallery hung with the portraits of her ancestors, real and imaginary;   and as the cold faces looked down on her from the canvas, like so many spectral visions, she began to be yet more afraid. They led her on through a suite of apartments tapestried with silk, and filled with gilded furniture of the most lavish costliness; at last she reached a library,   oak panelled, and rather gloomy in its aspect.

Her own light footstep echoed fearfully to her ear as she trod on the polished wainscoted floor. She looked up, and her eyes rested on a tall, gentlemanly man, with partially grey hair un- powdered, who stood still as she entered, though he had evidently been pacing the room. He waved his hand to the servant to withdraw, then folded his arms on his breast, and stood still, contemplating the trembling girl, who did not

dare to advance. Her hood fell back on her shoulders and discovered her countenance, lit with a heightened color, and shaded by a pro- fusion of golden ringlets. Uttering a cry of mingled emotion, surprise, and pain as the per- fect image of the lost wife of his youth was pre- sented to his view, Mr. Donlavy opened his arms to receive his daughter. The voice of nature spoke in Kate's bosom; she rushed forward, and was clasped to her father's embrace, while both wept.

When Mr. Donlavy had in some degree re- covered from his emotion, Kate had more op- portunity of examining his countenance. He was still handsome, but an expression of fatigue and satiety had considerably changed him; of this however she could not be conscious, not

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having known him previously, but she looked on his disappointed and melancholy face with all the interest which her newly awakened affec- tion inspired.

"I have not deserved that you should meet me   thus, my daughter," said Mr. Donlavy, after a painful pause. "I feared, justly feared, that the culpable neglect of your father, and his seeming forgetfulness, would have led you to execrate his name rather than show him any

affection."

"Oh, sir," said Kate, "I am not so good as     you think; indeed I am not. I will tell you the truth; I have often, very often had harsh   thoughts of you, when you appeared forgetful of me; but now that you are kind——"  

"Now that I am kind, Kate!" interrupted her   father. "I have been kinder than you think;     but I cannot now explain my meaning, another time I will. But tell me, Kate, now that I am what you call kind, do you love your strange

father a little?"  

"Much more than I expected, sir," said Kate,   ingenuously.

"Well, I suppose I must rest satisfied with   that avowal," said Mr. Donlavy, smiling. "But   now you must require rest and refreshment; we will resume our conversation when you have supped."

Mr. Donlavy rang for supper, which Kate found she was to share with him alone. "I   shall not introduce you to Mrs. Donlavy Balfour to-night," said he; "she and her daughter are   at Ranelagh, and will not be home till very late, or as you would say in your unsophisticated world, early," he added, smiling.

"What is Ranelagh?" asked Kate, gathering     courage from her father's manner.

"It is a place, my dear, to which many fools   resort, and others, who are not exactly fools— they go thither to cheat or to be cheated."  

"Do they play games, then?" asked Kate..    

"Games!" repeated Mr. Donlavy; "yes!         but the principal one is what I tell you, to deceive or be deceived. To speak less in a riddle, my dear, Ranelagh is a place of fashion- able resort, in which every person of wealth or importance is expected to appear occasionally, indeed often. There is everything to charm the eye and ear—gardens lit by brilliant lamps, de- lightful music, and dancing for the young, cards

and other amusements for the elder visitors. When I came hither, fifteen years back, a light-hearted Irishman, I entered with all the zest of youth into such scenes, which were as new to me as delightful. Night after night I enjoyed them;   but now, I scarcely know how, I have discovered so hideous a countenance beneath the mask that pleasure wears, that I am completely disgusted with her most alluring aspect."

"But Ranelagh, after all, must be a delight-   ful place," said Kate.

"Yes," said Mr. Donlavy, "delightful to the     young-hearted and unsuspecting, who, all trust and confidence, take everything for gold that appears on the surface bright and shining. But you shall go there one day, or rather one even- ing, and judge for yourself. "I believe, my dear," continued her father, abruptly changing the subject, "you have none of what we call   accomplishments; possibly you cannot play at cards or dominoes, and assuredly have no know- ledge of the harpischord. I scarcely think you

can read or write!"

"I can read and write," said Kate, coloring;     "but I know nothing at all of the things you   mention, sir; but if you please I will try and learn; I dare say I shall soon know how to play

cards."

"Heaven forbid!" said Mr. Donlavy, start-   ing. "No, no, I have enough of that; but   how did you learn to read and write?"

"Ah, that is a secret!" said Kate, blushing deeply; "but you know, sir, as you had for-   gotten to have me taught, I—I—"

"No, Kate," said her father, " believe me I   had not forgotten. When I left Ireland (I dare say Norah related the circumstance to you) I did not dare to gaze on your infant features, so much did I dread a revival of agonised feelings. I found it too difficult to bear your sight, for they told me you were the image of your sainted mother. I have no doubt you were; for now, as I view you in this light, every feature, nay, every motion is her living counterpart. I could almost take you for a celestial vision, or believe that the grave had restored the dead. No, I dared not see you; and the same feeling in-   duced me to leave Ireland, and give up all old associations—all familiar things. I never was endowed with strong moral courage, and I could not command sufficient to meet the re- membrance of the past. I therefore resolved to fly from whatever could bring it to mind. I accompanied some friends (or rather acquaint- ances let me call them) to England, and not long after was united to the sister of Sir Edward Digby. She is the exact reverse of your mother—a fashionable woman of the world— and since our marriage we have lived what I used to believe a life of pleasure, and what is always so considered by the world; but I have   not been happy, as I think you must perceive by my appearance. Perhaps I have expected too much; at any rate, I have not found what I   sought, and am a disappointed man. But you are too young to enter into these things. After the first two or three years, and when I was beginning to get tired of a life of fashionable dissipation, I was desirous of having you with me; but I determined to resist the inclination   which led me to send for you, that you might not be reared in the vapid and hollow world in which I lived, and have since moved. I pre- ferred your being brought up in unsophisticated innocence, even in rustic ignorance, to seeing you become the hollow, heartless being which the world's school produces. My system may have been wrong in some respects, but one good result at least it has effected, my dear Kate— you are innocent, artless, and truthful. My task is now to guard against your becoming spoilt, lest the pure water should become sullied, the fine gold dimmed."

"You seem quite a philosopher, sir," said  

Kate.

"Am I?" said her father, smiling; "I think   not, dear child, and fear I am more of a misan- thrope; but if I am a philosopher, I must ac- knowledge that I have lost in happiness more, far more than I have ever gained in knowledge. But you must want to sleep. Tell me though, first, how the old castle wears. There are times when I regret having parted with it, and feel that were it now mine, I would retire there, and brave the array of melancholy recollections it would spread before me! Honest Phelim is   with you?"  

"Yes, sir, my foster-father's company has been a great comfort to me on this long journey, which seemed to me never ending; though to speak truly, I was terribly afraid of its ending too soon, and—

"Of meeting one harsh and stern, no doubt,   poor child," interrupted her father. "I under-   stand your feelings; but where is Phelim? I  

must see him."

Mr. Donlavy rang, and, as Kate rose to with- draw, he desired that Phelim might be sent up.

"Good night, sir," said Kate, as her father   affectionately embraced her; but she threw her arms round her kind foster-father's neck, and kissed him also, calling him "dear father."  

Mr. Donlavy's coler came and went; he felt sick at heart. "Call me father, too, Kate,"   said he, in a stifled voice; "you have not done   so yet."

[TO BE CONTINUED]

An Amorioan papor says that " grasshoppers uro at their old trioks in Utah, roosting on tho railroad tracks mid stopping tho trains."

An old bachelor thinks tho trains of ludics' drossos infernal machines, from the fact that n blow-up took placo directly aftor ho had put his

foot on ono.

A GENTLEMAN who suicided a fow days ago loft a note to tho landlady, apologising for makinL bo much trouble, but stating that ho must havo " somo placo to die"

A youno Indy wns frightonod nhuost out of hor wits a fow mornings since, on discovering, snugly ensconced in her chignon, un innocent little mouse, which hud ornwlod into, nnd mado a bed of, that feminine adornmont whilo its fair owner alopt. Moral: Evory young lady should koep a cut in her chignon.

Science Ima conquered naturo in tho estab- lishment of u singular society in Puris, consist- ing at present of more than a hundred members. So groat is tba desire of these individuals to uid tho Boienco of anatomy, that thoy havo plodgcd thcmsolvos not to bo buried aftor death, but to bequeath their bodios for dissection 1

A lawyer who was Bomotimcs forgetful, having beon engaged to pload tho causo of an oil'ondor, bogan by saying: " I know tho prisonor at tho bar, and ho boars tho character of a most consummate and impudent scoundrel." Hore, somebody whispored to him that tho priBonor wus his cliont, whon ho immediately continued: "But what great and good man ovor lived who was not calumniated by many of his contemporaries ?"

Silt Watkins William WrNNE, conversing with a friend about the antiquity of hiB family, whioh ho curried back to Noah, wus told that la- was a moro mushroom. "Ay!" said ho; "how bo, pray ?" " Why," roplied tho other, " when I was in Walos a podigrco of n particular family wus shown to mo; it lilied five largo skins of parchment, and about tho middle of it wus a noto in tho margin: ' About this time tho world

was orootod.'"

A pooh iaird of Maonab was in tho habit of riding a most wrotehod horse to thu Mussel burgh racos, where u young wit uskud him, in a .contemptuous tone, " Is thut tho sumo horao you hud lust your ?" " No," Biiid tho lnird, brand- ishing his whip in tho interrogator's fnco so emphatically iib to preclude further questioning ?" no ; but it's tho sumo wimp."

Nat M-wus a qucor genius. A neighbor found him ono day nt work ut an enormous wood-pile, suwing away for dour lifo with an in- tolerably dull saw. " Why don't you sharpou your buw, Nut ?" uskod tho neighbor. Looking up with un inimitably droll oxpression, "I should think I had work enough to do to saw up this wood without stopping to sharpen saws."

A youno momhor bf a local debating socioty, who roso to deliver his sentiments on tho bill to abolish capital punishment, with a dignified serenity of countenance, commenced with, " Mr. Spoakor, thu generality of mankind in gouoral aro disposed to oxerciBO oppression on tho generality of mankind in general." Just ut this point, ono who sat immediately behind him pulled him by tho cout tail, uud cried, " Stop, stop, I say ; you uro coming out of thu same bolo you jiiBt went in ut."

An Irishmun nskod n gentleman io wrifo a lotter for him. Thu substance of it wus advice to his friend, Tim O'Brien, to como out to Austruliu. " Tell him, yer honor," said Patrick, " that wo havo muto twice a week boro." " You know very well thut you gol it ovory day," interrupted tho nmanuoneis. " Troth, an' I do ; but ho would think I wus foolin' him. Suro he'd not behove mo." Thu lotter was ordored to end us follows; "I Bond you twenty pounds with this, to bring you over hero. If you're ttlivo, Tim, you're wolcomo to it; but if you're dcud, you'll just send it buck ut oust."

At u vory successful si'ianeo the other night, ii mau burst into tears when tho medium des-

cribed very particularly, a tall blue-eyed tcpirit standing nour, with light sido-whiskors, and hu hair parted in the middle " Do you know him r" inquired iv bystander in a sympathetic whisper. " Know him; I guess I do!" rcpliod tho nu hnppy mun, wiping his eyes. " Ho wus etigugod to my wife. If ho hadn't died ho would have been hor husband instead of mo. " Oh, George, 'George 1" hu murmured, in u voico choked with emotion, " why, why did you peg outr'"

The Rov. Dr. M'O- wus ono day dining nt ii largo party, whon Mr. Erskine and somo other lawyers wore present. A grout dish of cress wus handed round after dinner, und Dr. M'C- helped himself much moro largely than uny oilier perron, mid us ho tito with his fingors, with a peculiur voracity of inunnor, Mr. Erskine wus struck with tho idea that hu ro samblcd Nebuchadnezzar in his atuto ol'condem- nation. Resolved to give him u hit for the ap- parent grossness of his tnsto, and his mininer of eating, tho wit uddressed him with, " Dr. M'O-, you bring to my mind tho greut King Nebuchadnezzar 1" mid tho company wero beginning to tiller ut Hie ludicrous allusion, when tho reverend vegetarian rcpliod, " Ay, do I mind yo o' Nebuchadnezzar? That'll bu beeuuno I um eating umoug tho brutes 1"

Cum: von American Bliciiit.? Tho follow-

ing is going tho rounds of tho Colonial Press : ?In my garden tho npplo und cherry trcoi havo boon nearly destroyed by American blight, und I havo tried ull tho remedies I could hear of without success. An oxpurioncud gardener told mu ho know of no euro, but that ho hud hoard ula Seotclununusing whisky. (How?) Think- ing thu insects would not bo particular about, tho gonuino " Mountain Dow," I tried lust Juno mothyluted spirit, und no blight has nineo ap- peared. If tho brush used to clean tho brunches is kept moderately damp, so that tho spirit is not Bplusliod about, u little will answer tho purpose, and tho expense is not great. I found it also ur.cful for cleaning insects oil' plum trees, mid having a dog that ii veterinary Burgoon fuiled to euro of mango, I tried thu methylated spirit on tho dog, uud it appears to mc to huvo cured it.? G. B. Muohe, Plumstoud, S.E.

Jinks, tho milkman, ono morning, forgot lo waler his milk, and in thu hull of u customer in his round tho sud omission (lushed upon his wounded toolings. A large tub of lina clear water stood on tho lloor by his side, no oyo wus uppn him, nnd thrieu did'.Tiuks diluto his milk with a.largo meusuro filled (rom thu tub before tho mt'iid brought up tho jugs. Jinks served hor, and went on. Whilo ho wus proceeding down tho nuxt area his llrot custumur'u footman bockonod him from tho door. Jinks returned, mid was immediately ushered into tile library. There sat my lord, who had juat tastod tho milk. " Jinks," Buid his lordship, " I should iee! particularly obliged if you would hence- forth bring mo the milk und water separately, and allow mo tho fuvor of mixing thom myself." " Well, ni) lord, it's useless to deny the thing, for I tuppoBu your lordship watched mo whilo- "No," interrupted tho nobleman ; "the fact is, thut my children blithe ut homo, Jink!, und tho tub in tho hull wus full of sea water, Jinks."

INCOMHUSTUILE wicks for korosino lumps aro mndo in Vienna, Austria, of uBbostoa, which is boiled in mux. They last at lcust u year.

Some young ostriches havo beon hutched und reared in tho Zoological Gardens ut Florence, nnd an interesting account of thu incubation has beon published by tho ourntor, Signor Dos monro. Tho oggB woro tho ofi'spriug of two fomulos. During tho duy ono tamala and tho malo cut alternately, whilo at night all thrco sat upon tho oggs ut ouco.

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A PITCHER of water in a room will in a few hours absorb all tho perapirod gases, and purify tho nir, but tho water becomes unlit for uso. Onions aro recommended as a specific against opidemics, if thoy aro kept Blicod in a room, where thoy will ubsorb tho poisonous air.

There ia, near Gronoblo, what guide-books call a burning fountain. Professor Euoult, who baa lutoly visited this phenomenon, has pub- lished a Bborb account of it. It is an omanution of mixed gases. Tho chief constituent is marsh gas, and there aro small quantities of carbonic acid and of defiant gas.

Mr. Ciiaeles T. Brown, of tho Geological Survej' of Domerura, lins lately returned from a jonrnoy of three months' duration in tho in- terior. Ho hus examined tho Potaro, Siparu nio, nnd Burroburro rivors, and tho country be- yond tho'hoads of thc latter two, which ho finds to bo table lund, composed of slightly-inclined beds of sandstono and conglomerate. On the Potaro Rivor ho met with il magnificent full, hitherto unknown. It is formod by tho river falling from a tablo land 1375 feet above tho sea, perpendicularly, in an unbroken fall of about 900 feet. Tho rivor is 100 yards wido, and from 10 to 15 foot deep in its deepest parts. It is with muoh regret wo hear that tho Com- bined Court of this colony havo determined that this survey shall bo discontinue-!.?Nature.

To Protect Wood.?In tho Annales da Genie Civil, of April last, Dr. Reinsch gives tho following directions for this pnrposo: Tho wood, unplauod, ia to bo pluced for twenty-four hours in a liquid composed of ono partof concentrated silicate of potnssa and th roo of puro water. Aftor being romoved nnd dried for several days, tho wood is ugain to bo soaked in this liquid, and aftor being ugain dried, painted over with a mixturo of ono part of coment and four parts of tho above liquid. Whon tho first cout of this paint ia dry, tho painting is to bo rcpoated twico. This paint mixture should only be mado up in small quantities, us it rapidly becomes dry nnd hurd. Wood thus treated becomes unin

llammublc, nud dooB not decay underground.?

Chemical News.

This Darwinian Controversy.?Tn his an- nual address, os prosidont of tho Canadian In- stitute, tho Eov. William Hincks makes uso of tho following urguniont in opposition to tho Darwinian theory of natural selection :?" No- thing is to mo moro evident than both Boomingly permanent specific and highor diH'oroncos, and varieties which havo no pretensions to por uniiionco, depend on tho comparative develop- ment of different oloments of u common pinn ; from which it sooms to follow both that tho non-existonco from tho oomnioncoinent of na- turo, of all tho distinct pluna of structuro is in tho highest degree improbable, and that tho tendency of development, somotimes in ono di

rcctiou, flomotimos in another, among tho sumo ? prituitiro clomonts, must produce a harmonious system; whilst tho preservation of tho formB best udiiptud to u situation amongst a groat' nunibor of variations arising without order must produco a confused muss of objects having no regular relations, und incupublo of hoing re- duced to a common system. Which of thoso provails in nature I cunnot for u moment hesi- tate in dookling, und consequently I must main tuiu thut, if there is variation, it must bo within dofinito limits, mid according to a fixed plan, so ns to maintain n uniform order und harmony in tho wholo system."

Subeaoe-Oceanio Lue.?In tho waiting, room ut tho Admiralty is a drawing, 12 foot by 8 feot, which is attracting tho nttontion of Hu- morous scientific und naval mon, who thoroughly appreciate tho novel uud completo manner in which tho Bovoral groups of interesting marino life havo been arranged, mid tho systom and regularity upon which tho arrangement hus been carried out, uud wo may also add, for tho bono fit of tho ourious, thut tho bounty and color of theso grotesque foi-ras would oxcood tho imagi- nation of Gustavo Doro. Tho work was entirely oxeoutod in H. M.S. Rodney, on her passugo from China to England during thc hist six months, mid extends over tho China Sen, Indian and Atlantic Oceana. Tho uubjeot of surface occanio lite is particularly accoplublo at tho pro sent timo, as Dr. Cnrpentor, Mr. Gwyn Jef- freys, and Professor Wyvillo Thomson woro last season engaged in examining thu deep-sea lifo of tho neighboring ocean,.and uro likely to ex- tend their invosligutioris into tho Buy of Biscay and Mediterranean Sou during tho Bummer. Thoso deep-sou explorations should bo energeti- cally pursued, uud wo limy earnestly hope that it will not bo long beforo un honest rivalry is maintained in tho Atlantic and European sens, mid thut other ocoaua und parts of thu world may bo dipped into by voyugers for contribu- tions to (his useful brunell of Bcicnco. Thoso who only know tho sou undor thu aspect whioh it usually presonts round our own coasts will hardly hu acquainted with tho fact thut tho sur- face of thu ocoun forms n world in itself, in- habited by myriads of strange nnd delicuto creatures, us distinct in its conditions from tho bIioi-o world us (rom tho inhabitants of tho diirk mysterious depths whoso oozy plain, shut off from tho day by three miles' thickness of water, is tenanted by tho lingering and Blunted refu- gees of a world of animals now for tho most purt extinct. Thu creatures which inhubit tho oitrfuco of tho ocoun uro very many of thom born mid bred Ibero ; others, on thu contrary, huvo left their parents nt u vory early ugo, being carried nwny from tho shoro by surface currents, mid drifted out to sea, there to pasB through ever changing forms, until tho timo comos for Ihoir roturn to shullowor pincas mid ii lifo of grovelling on tho ground. Although this picture contuins moro than six hundred drawings of inurino animals, it does not ropro sent much moro thun one-third of tho nctuul lubor ineurrod, duplicate und/i/j simile drawings ol all (ho creatures having boon originully inudo. Tho author of this picture, Mr. Franois Ingrain Palmor, hus been employed surveying thu cousls of Jupun uud China, uud it wus on his pussugo homo thut ho devoted Ii'ib attention!, to this subject.?A'alt're.

Dreams.?It is a reinurkable ohnractoristioof tho stato of drouming, thut thu mind often assimilates in tho train of ideas it is pursuing uny chunco sound that may strike upon tho oar. Tho slumming of n door, for instance, in ohangod into tho discharge ol' a gun, mid tho current of tho drouin is, no doubt, often changed by those interruptions, 'ibo bodily movements, again, which tiiku placo in sleep sot thu mind upon a new courao of adventure aud possibly thoBe ex- traneous sights nnd sounds uro uccountublo for many ol' tho sudden distractions which wo all nxperionco with vitions wo huvo in tho night. This power ol' weaving fact into tho Biibslunco of fantastic stories wo tell ourselves in tho som- nolent condition is a proof that tho brain at such times is partially awake. Many persona who sleep in suu'.ohos havo tho power of con- tinuing tho thread of thoir dream lifter it has hoon broken by tho wakeful state. In tho uct of dreuming many persons talk, holding imaginary conversations with individuals. Maniacs vory often unconsciously givo a clow to tho cauao of their itllliction in this manner. Soorets that woro kept closo during thu day wirti tho foticiont cunning of their class, thus leak out iu tho silence of tho night. Esquirol, wo aro told, utilised this fact in his own asylum by pnssing tho night near tho beds ol' pationts whoso history wns unknown to him, ami in this man- ner possessed himself of a key to their malady. That idoua occur to us in our sloop whioh wo aro not cupablo of in a wilkins stuto, tho uxperienco of everyone proves. It is acknow- ledged thut thoro is such ti thing us unconscious corobration ; in other words, whon wo havo cudgeled our brains in vain ovor somo mental work, and uro compelled to give it up in dis- gust, it often occurs that, on returning to tho subject next morning, our ideas How from our pon smoothly und swimmingly. This fud will account for tho roinnrkuhlo tales wo henr of mental difficulties solved during' sleep. It is related of Turtini, tho famous composor, that lifter wearing himself ill in vainly attempting to finish u souita, ho fell asleep aud dreamed of tho thorne that was upon his mind. In this dream the devil nppourod to him, and proposed to help him in his sonata, provided hu would givo him his soul in roturn. He agreed, and tho devil ut once composod tho sonuta off-hand in tho most charming manner. Whon ho awoke, ho rushed to his desk uud put down tho notes whioh still lingered in his memory, and tho result wus the masterly sonata whioh ia now known by tho uamo

of the " Sonute du Diablo,"