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sight. Mary could not forbear shedding a few he exclaimed. But, alas ! she was insensible tears; then, smiling at what she deemed her own alike to his words and caresses. Never more silliness, she hastened home,
might those blue eyes beam upon him, or her Jamie now pursued his journey, and arrived words of enchanting sweetness fall upon his ear. safely at the place appointed. Time passed She was gone for ever. away until winter appeared again on the earth, He continued for some time to hang over the and he had now the delightful hope of returning coffin, in silent agony. At length, his mother, once more to his beloved Mary.
by gentle and soothing words, succeeded in her Big with expected delight, he started on his efforts to persuade him to leave the corpse. He journey homeward. Mountain and moor were turned away, and walking into the other room, no obstacles in his way, though highly dangerous threw himself upon a rude couch or settle, while at such a season. A late thaw, however, had she related the sad story to him. completely cleared them of snow, and a con- It was on a cold evening, about a fortnight tinued frost had rendered them perfectly hard; beforo that of Jamie's arrival, that the events he therefore crossed them with tolerable ease. which she proceeded to relate took place. The
It was a cold, moonlight night, when he weather for the last month had been unusually arrived at the spot where he had last parted from severe, and the snow, by a succession of storms her who was dearest to his heart. The thought and hard frosts, was piled in huge drifts on the of those sweet blue eyes seemed to inspire fresh tops of the hills and in the depths of the valley. vigour into his frame, and he bounded forward, These had apparently become as hard and solid till, in a short time, he was descending the hill as the earth beneath them. The Frost King into the valley. He was soon upon the road a had said little way above the cottages. He hastened forward-they were under the shadow of the hill, “ Here let the billows stiffen and have rest;" he therefore could not discern them at a distance; but with rapid steps he approached that of and the water hung in long clusters of slender Mary's father. Good heavens, what did he see! | icicles from the precipices that frowned over the one mass of shapeless ruins and loose stones, deep glens, while the waters in the bottom were many of which were rolled down into the deep congealed into thick ice. ravine below.
On the evening in question John Redford He stood motionless-the perspiration turned closed his door, and collected his family round cold upon his brow-for an agonizing thought the turf fire. The wind had suddenly settled, of the cause of such a scene shot through his and one of those intervals of calmness and brain. He turned round, and in a moment silence took place, which are not unusual in the after stood at his mother's door. On hearing winter season. Soon after, the wind began to him enter, the old woman raised her eyes; they howl with a wailing and dirge-like tone, and unseemed swollen with weeping. This added no accompanied by that shrillness which mostly little to the horrible ideas which floated in his characterizes a' frost wind. John knew the mind. He gazed wildly around, and, through a meaning of this, and hastened to the door. On door which led into an inner room, beheld a stepping upon the highway, he found the white coffin, with a sheet carefully thrown over snow splashy and melting fast, while overhead it; the lid being removed, and a small candle large masses of thick clouds stretched like a burning near the head. He rushed towards it, dark canopy from hill to hill; drops of rain and removed the sheet and a small curtain which were also descending : he hastened within, and hung before the face, when, to the agony of his proclaimed a thaw. The wind now rose louder soul, he beheld, composed in the rigid stillness of and louder, and the rain beat against the little death, the features of his Mary.
window as if it would break it in. They now To convey any adequate notion of his feelings began to tremble with terror, for it was evidently at this moment would be impossible. Those one of those sudden changes from frost and may form some idea of them—of the tumult of snow to wind and rain, which do such heavy love, anguish, and terrible despair within his damage in close narrow dales. Their fears bosom-who, in the bloom of youth, when the were, however, not altogether for themselves ; heart throbbed with expected delight, and all John unlatched the door, in order to cross the was pleasant and beautiful around them, have way to his lonely neighbour, and induce her to found their fairest hopes blighted in a few mo- join them, but he found the road so completely ments, and the earth rendered a desert to them flooded, that it was impossible for him to do so, for ever.
and he closed the door again. Trembling and silent, he gazed upon the life- The vast piles of snow upon the mountains less clay which lay stretched before him, until had now melted into deep pools; these being his mother approached, when he exclaimed, in swelled by the continued rain, burst down upon an almost unearthly voice, “O mother, how is the valley, sweeping everything before themthis?”
houses, barns, and all they contained. The terShe answered only by a flood of tears. rified inhabitants, in many instances, quitted
Wildly embracing the cold form, and pressing their houses before they were swept away; but the marble lips to his, he called on her to speak no place was safe : torrent after torrent rushed to him. “Mary! I have come to you again. roaring from the hills on every side ; and in Speak to me, my Mary !--you cannot be dead !" | leaving one place they were liable to get into
another still more dangerous. John Redford's | catastrophe; a bunch of willows, amongst which cottage, as I think was mentioned before, stood she had become entangled, had supported her in an exposed situation ; every blast of wind above the water, and she was still alive. She shook it to its foundation, and the water entered was conveyed to the house of her neighbour, several crevices at the upper end. To leave it and was with difficulty restored to her senses; now was impossible, so completely were they but she lingered only a few days, when she surrounded by water; he therefore desired his breathed her last. A messenger had been family to kneel them down beside him, while, despatched for Jamie, but having missed him on with a trembling voice, he committed them and the road, he arrived, unconscious of what had himself to the protection of heaven. Just then happened, the evening before the funeral. a noise louder than thunder was heard, followed Some years have elapsed since old Jamie was by a fearful crash. Several loud screams rose gathered to his fathers; he sleeps in our churchabove even the voice of the tempest, as the cot- yard, just by the side of a common foot-path. tage was overturned, and swept over the low Never do I pass through, but I think of that precipice into the boiling streain below.
noble heart, and of the instance which it gave Early next morning it became known that John of eternal and unchanging affection; and reRedford's cottage had been swept away; conse- member that, by his death, another of those quently, as soon as the flood had subsided, a links which connect us with a state of primitive search was made for the bodies. Six of them simplicity in manners and habits, which is fast were found far down the valley, and were soon passing away, hath been severed, amongst the after interred in the church-yard of the principal inany which are breaking around us every day. town of the dale. Mary alone was missing-she Peace be with thy soul, old friend ! was found not far from the scene of the dreadful Banks of the Bain.
It is a great art to dress well. Some people | brated Mr. or Mrs. So-and-so, habited in a have an intuitive perception of what best suits style that would disgrace an old nurse or a their face and figure, without studying any of shoe-black! The time is gone past when genius fashion's rules; others will sacrifice taste and was courted and petted the more for the eccendecorum, and render themselves ridiculous by tric carelessness it assumed in its habiliments : adopting the last mode, however unbecoming it a really great mind is never ashamed to attend
to the minutest trifles. It would show no small portion of wisdom on Some years ago a party had procured cards the part of tailors and dress-makers, if they to visit the studio of a female artist of great would gravely contemplate the imperfections as repute: they were told at the door that the well as the perfections of a human form; but mistress was not at home; nevertheless, the usually they make the cut of one pattern do pictures could be seen; and the visitors were duty for all sizes and ages, and persuade a short ushered into the room, to feast their eyes with dumpy person to wear precisely the same length some master-pieces of art. In a little time a of waist that is suited only to a slight and sylph- very dowdy, ill-dressed person joined them, and like form: they never trouble themselves to in a civil, quiet manner, pointed out the paintconsider the style of the wearer, and entirely ings which were considered most worthy of overlook that the fashion of a robe which adorns observation. On leaving the apartment, one one-half of mankind would completely disfigure of the ladies, considering she was the housethe other.
keeper, slipped half-a-crown into her hand, which The French never make these mistakes ; they was quickly returned, with the astounding anpossess the marvellous power of adapting the nouncement that she was the artist. material, colour, and texture of a dress to the Taste, neatness, and economy in the wardage and condition of the wearer.
robe, ought to forın in every school part of the Our first impressions, agreeable or disa- education of the children of the middling greeable, are produced by the effect of dress, classes ; for it takes no small portion of a limited before we get the opportunity of judging from income to properly clothe a large family of sons manner. How frequently the exclamation of and daughters. surprise is uttered, when persons of talent Some people possess the praiseworthy maare pointed out to the by-stander as the cele- nagement of appearing beautifully dressed at a
A Fero Remarks on Nany Things.
very small cost ; their grand secret is CAREFUL times; it is suited to all ages and to all societies; Ness; they never let dust accumulate in folds it is never out of place, at home or abroad : a and flounces; they recollect that dark colours close pelerine makes it a morning dress; a bow retain dirt as well as light ones, only it is not of bright ribbon, or a bouquet of roses, converts perceptible to the eye; so every night, on taking it into a costume fit to grace the most fastidious off their apparel, they remember to wipe their assemblage; in short, there is no end to the dresses and their bonnets with a clean soft becomingness, the respectability, and the duratowel ; they do not throw their shawls, huddled bility of a black satin dress. Its rival in usefulup, upon chairs or tables, leaving the ends to ness and beauty is white muslin; but then it trail on the carpet, but fold them up, not cross- can only be gracefully worn up to a certain ways, but in a square form, which takes out the age ; some may appear in it up to thirty-five, creases acquired by a single day's wear. If feet but very few have the assurance to sport it after are so badly formed that the heel of shoes get that period. There is no picture so lovely as a trodden down, they remedy the evil by pulling young girl arrayed in white, with white and red up the leather into its proper shape, every time roses or camellias in her hair ; such a dress is they take their shoes off; and with a “stitch an emblem of the purity and innocence of youth; in time” they prevent fingers from peeping it is ever new, and ever to be varied with the through ragged gloves. Shoes and gloves de changed colour of the sash or ceinture. Blue is signate the lady more than any part of her ward- also very becoming: scarlet geraniums harmorobe. A cheap dress, made in a simple and un- n- ' nize well with this colour, so do white flowers, pretending style, will often look more récherché but beware of pink ones; something black than a costly material overloaded with trim- round the wrist or throat should always be mings, and vulgarly put on. Jewellery should worn with straw or primrose colour, with a always be real, for there is no occasion to wear bunch of purple and white violets in the hair ornaments, unless persons are in circumstances' and bosom; pink is also fatal to this hue. to buy them good.
Greens and lilacs mix well together; nothing It is better to give a low price than a high one can be more lovely in summer than a lilac dress, for articles whose fashion is always changing ; with lemon-coloured gloves and a black scarf. but it is an expensive economy to buy things Violent colours should never be opposed to cheap which require great wear and tear. It is each other ; the deep red and the bright green very absurd to walk the streets in a costume fit are frightful when brought into juxta-position only for a carriage ; a velvet dress sweeping in any part of a lady's attire. To some the picthe dirty crossings of a city is a very pitiable turesque style is most suited, whilst others look sight.
better in a plain garb. Short people should When you pay an evening visit, and are wear stripes, not large checked patterns, and doubtful whether the party be large or small, it eschew flounces; but they may indulge in side or is better to go too little dressed than over front trimmings, as they serve to make the figure dressed; but it is very unfair of the hostess to appear taller. A lovely woman may wear anymislead her guests : a young lady who goes in thing; the star of her beauty will still shine out costume de bal, and meets but four or five per- through the thick clouds of fashion ; but those sons in high dresses, is likely to feel uncom- who possess no outward gifts of nature, should fortable and embarrassed all the evening. I be careful to invest an ordinary person with once witnessed the awkward position in which a neatness, not conspicuousness; and all women lady was placed by entering a brilliantly-lighted should make dress some matter of importance; drawing-room, filled with ladies rustling in silks there is always a father, husband, or brother, in and sparkling with jewels, whilst she was attired whose eyes they should wish to appear attracin a dark merino dress, made up to the throat, tive; and a slatternly neglect of the toilette behaving been invited to spend a quiet evening en tokens, to say the least, a very careless and famille.
apathetic mind; a proper vanity regarding one's Much might be said on the choice of colours; self-appearance is not only allowable, but posito make them produce a perfect effect, perhaps tively necessary, to keep up those little courtesies requires a painter's eye; yet surely the incon- which ought always to exist between the sexes. gruities which some persons fall into might It is quite necessary for the wife to dress as easily be avoided; for instance, who could much for her husband as she did for her lover; admire a lady dressed in green, with a blue ! it is much more difficult to preserve an affection bonnet, yellow shawl, and pink throatlet? Yet than it is to create one; and when a wife, as soon this is no uncommon siglit. Others again will as she becomes a mother, neglects to foster her wear a light transparent robe, fit only for a personal attractions, she must not be surprised zephyr, and weigh it down with a huge mantle to find that her husband begins to doubt if she of velvet, forgetting there is always harmony in ever had any. nature, and that weather which is sufficiently It is a difficult thing to learn to grow old ; warm for a muslin robe does not need a woollen and still more difficult it is for people of a cerblanket for the shoulders. How out of place tain age to dress consistently, it is better at looks a pale-pink silk bonnet, on a day when once to jump into the high dress with long the rivers are bound up by the icy fingers of sleeves, than expose a complexion which is no winter. Yet such inconsistencies are constantly longer fair. False curls and wreaths of flowers seen. A black satin dress is in season in all are strange amalgamations, which remind us of
garlands hung round the tombs of the departed. i take; she who is ashamed to wear a costume as The ravages which time inevitably makes on the old as herself, may rely upon it she only looks most dazzling beauty, are concealed better by older than her costume.” How picturesque dressing rather too old than too young. The and beautiful is undisguised old age, with its talented author of “ The Art of Dress," in the grey hairs falling over the time-honoured brow; March Quarterly of 1847, says,
“ If there were the face surrounded with a rich lace cap, tied any way of making old people young, either in with a white or lavender ribbon! No jewels, no looks or anything else, it would be a delightful gewgaws, should be seen to startle the eyes of invention ; but meanwhile juvenile dressing is the beholders, and make them exclaim, “ All, the last road we should recommend them to all is vanity!"
THE OMADTHAWN, OR FAMILY IDIOT.
(An Irish Sketch.)
We had had a blank morning—the hour of | as hard as ever he could tear, determined on eleven had arrived, we had not found and the satisfying his hunger on the remainder of his next covers were several miles off. What was herring as soon as he had traversed the ap. to be done? It was too early to return home-pointed distance. it was too late to try fresh ground. Tom Jin- He had been ordered to stop at a certain farmnigham, of Ballyrock, called myself and the house, and there wait till the party should arrive, master of the hounds aside.
when he was promised an ample meal; but till “Sure I'll tell ye what we'll be afther doing. the huntsmen came in sight he was not to shem Come down to Ballyrock, and let's all have a himself, or betray the secret of the drag, as bite and a sup; and while we're at it, I'll be Tom Jinningham particularly wished to surprise sending Micky, the Omadhawn, with a drag his tenant's wife by the sudden appearance of across country. Though he's a natral, he's a the hunt near her premises. Arrived at the ap; rare runner, and I'll pound it will give us sport; pointed goal, Master Mickey suddenly resolved it's myself will answer for that same."
on what he considered an excellent plan. He This proposition we rather relished; so, crept into an empty pig-stye, and began greedily mutually promising to keep the secret, we once devouring the remainder of the drag, with the more joined our brother sportsmen, and pre- warm gusto of a first-rate epicure. pared to partake of an early luncheon at our In the mean time the party had finished their friend's place. Tom, it was well known, had luncheon, and having remounted their nags, always a fine “red round” ready to be "cut and were not a little surprised, within five minutes come again;" his wine was notoriously good; after leaving the table, to see the hounds sudso without a single seceder, we one and all denly come upon a strong scent, and with a adjourned to Ballyrock, leaving the hounds joyful cry, go off at full score. Away they went, outside in the park while we endeavoured to get at their best pace, following the track without rid of our good appetite as well as we could. doubt or check.
In the mean time, the Idiot (for in almost all The eager sportsmen, little suspecting the families of any rank or station in Ireland, an trick that had been played off at their expense, afflicted creature of this kind is kept as a dashed along with emulous desire to keep up. necessary appendage to the kitchen circle) was the country was remarkably bad, and more than despatched with a dried salted herring tied to a once 'Tom cursed the Idiot in his heart for having string, wbich he was ordered to trail after him as led them across such a stiff line. Two or three he ran across the fields for two or three miles. of the best riders were thrown in attempting to
It was in vain the poor fool begged to be fly the stone walls, which were so light as not to allowed to have his dinner before he started; he allow of touching; and more than one horse was commanded instantly to be off. It was rolled on his side, as he endeavoured to scramble settled that half an hour's law only should be down the steep banks. In Irish hunting, how. given him. The hungry but active boy went off, ever, it is an allowed fact that the greater the and having ascertained the direction they wished danger, the greater the fun; so one and all deto follow, immediately set out, drawing the clared that they had never had such a run. savoury drag after him. Over the high banks Suddenly the hounds changed their direction
, (styled in Ireland ditches), across the fields, and and turned into a farm-yard ; in another inoment down many a dangerous slope, ran poor Mickey they rushed with eagerness into a pig-stye, where
the fox had evidently sought shelter. The strong The “seed-time and harvest,” and sunshine and cries of the wretched animal showed they were
flowers, destroying bim. His screams were piercing, And Autumn's rich graces, and Spring's gentle but, mingling with the loud yell of the dogs,
showers, scarcely reached the ears of the huntsmen, who, Come back with a surety that yet to the soul assembled round the wall, were eagerly opening for the solemn No More !"" that the poet hath
Brings something of awe as the years onward roll : the gate, in order to enter the yard.
sung Presently an old crone rushed out from the Is the blight of the heart--and a knell that is rung! house, and springing across the space, in a voice The love that " no more" shall our souls interlace—; of horror, screamed forth-“ 'Tis the voice of The dream of Ambition-we would not replace; my boy! "Tis the cry of Mickey, the jewel of The friends death departed—the friendship turned my soul! Mickey avourneen- —Mickey elana !”
The by-standers for a moment stood petrified And our weary hearts left on their pilgrimage still ! with horror; then actively jumping the wall, the Why is it the sheen of the summer day bright, principal whip, with others, leaped the pig-stye.
And the mystical charm of the long twilight, It was too late! Mickey, the Idiot boy, was
Such mem'ries exhume from the grave of the past still alive; but, happily, no longer conscious. Till the rhymings begun in a far gladder strain
O'er the present and real, their shadows to cast, The flesh had been torn from his cheeks, shewing Reverb'rate at last with a murmur of pain ! the white bone beneath; a wide gash across his throat was letting out his life's best blood. Two May, 1848. of the hounds were dragging the skin from his now feeble arm. His clothes had been torn off by the savage creatures, who with famished eagerness were now actually tearing open his body.
I knew her in her childhood's glee, pieces, but the whipper's interference saved her.
A joyous rosy thing of light, The ferocious brutes (for with their lips reeking Whose tiny feet moved merrily with human blood, they seemed almost infernal) Echoing her heart's delight. were driven from their victim. Any attempt to save the life of the Idiot boy was now palpably
Her merry laugh came o'er the ear, futile. The raging mother (who has since be
Like echo of some warbled song come a maniac) was carried back into the house.
It spoke a heart devoid of fear, The next morning every dog in the pack was Unconscious of a wrong. hanged, to satisfy the infuriated peasantry; and poor Tom Jinnigham, who only intended a harm
Her childhood was a fairy dream less prank, has never followed a hound since.
Where love concealed all sorrow; So much for running a drag in Ireland !
No shadow broke the sunny gleam
Or tinged the coming morrow.
J U NE.
I knew her in her later spring,
A gentle maiden, loving fair,
Gave promise of a harvest rare.
BY CAMILLA TOULMIN.
Poetic fancy clothed the earth
With loveliest hues and sunny gleams, Bright as those visions that have birth
In early manhood's gorgeous dreams.
Yet could her clear eye pierce the veil
And read the depths of saddest woe;
The echo of a heart crushed low.
Beautiful Month of our beautiful Isle !
I knew her in her womanhood,
When Thought with Fancy shared her mind
And love for beauty of all kind