sir, have the power of banishing these horrors from your estate. Let the lands be set at calculated rents, leaving a fair reward for labour and capital. Then all your farm-houses will smile, your tenants will exhibit faces of joy, and you, sir, will receive, not a nominal income, but a real, well paid re

venue.

During this speech the Nabob several times exclaimed, "Terrible, terrible!" but, at last, giving his hand to Bernard M'Mahon, with a tear standing in his eye, he said :—

"Bernard, make my tenants happy, if it should require all Mullinabrack to do so.-Terrible, terrible!-Providence has given me wealth only in trust for mankind!"

You may rest assured, gentle reader, that Catholic Emancipation alone will never tranquillize the miserable south of Ireland, and that Mr. M'Mahon has touched the right cause of the Rock system. As soon as British capital, and some extensive manufacture, shall have given habits of industry to the people, you will hear no more of Captain Rock in the south than you do in the north, where the linen trade offers proper reward for labour. To

say, however, that Catholic Emancipation would not produce some advantage, is quite another thing. It would completely destroy imaginary fabrics built with fancied grievances, as a breath demolishes houses of cards. It would be an act of justice; and the glorious principle of justice was never yet acted upon, without serving the cause of liberty and royalty. That which generates strength and confidence, must benefit the government and the country. I will go further, and beg, with firmness and humility, to say, that justice will never be complete till every church shall pay its own clergyman. Then will freedom of conscience and constitutional equity go hand in hand—then such an inconsistency as this will not exist on the tongue of British liberty" Sir, you may go to meeting, but you must pay for going to church." As well might she ask me, "Do you want a coat, sir ?”– "No."-"But you must take one, nevertheless; at least you must pay me for cloth-which you do not want—which you will not wear-which you are permitted to decline as a regimental, or livery." The march of intellect is removing every thing prejudicial to the perfection of human nature, which is

the object of science, and time will give the tithe system its death-blow. Christianity is now so split into sects-into castes, tribes, and denominations— as to render a national established church a selfdestroyer. America knows this; Hanover feels it. When the same liberal measure is accorded to the whole earth, a hymn of praise will rise to heaven; and perhaps the diversities of human whim may form one universal wreath, curling like smoke to the throne of omnipotence.

Thus have I been political, in the hope of being useful.-I now return to the Nabob.

He continued grumbling, and doing good, at Mulgatawny; cursing his native climate, and every thing in it, just in the same way, terrible excepted, as an acquaintance of mine did, who had lived thirty years in Newfoundland, and returned home to die pleasantly. This proves that old Indians are not the only exiles when at home. An Englishman Siberiafied would, I presume, be somewhat the

same.

Meanwhile, all the aristocracy of County Monaghan, Armagh, Louth, Meath, Cavan, &c. had paid their respects to the Nabob and family, and

laughed at the word "terrible," which was used as a parental imitation by his accomplished daughters and sons. It was even mixed with Italian, French, Latin, and Greek; and sometimes it formed a characteristic discord at the harp and pianoforte.-Such is the force of example. You will naturally suppose, that so many fair creatures, who looked like the sisters of Fancy, following the brothers of Youth, led along by Time, were not unconscious of the rose-strings that Love flings over such a procession. Indeed, the Hindoo Cupid, as represented in Picart, might be painted over such a group, breathing what he could not scatter*. Miss Francesca, Miss Dorothea, Miss Wilhelmina, and even Miss Jemima, though only eleven years old, all felt, knew, and understood, that such a power had a local habitation and a name in the empire of the human heart. So did George Mahommed, and William Gopagee. As for Charles Narrypunt, he thought of nothing but poneys, pop-guns, and squibs. The brothers and sisters were nearly all fortunate and happy. Their father and mother

His arms are pinioned with roses.

lived to see them well settled in life, and to kiss their living miniatures. I am sorry, therefore, that out of the whole group I can only find materials for one comedy, and, alas! a tragedy; too true not to swell my soul into the billows of emotion. I shall transpose theatrical arrangement, by giving farce

first.

There lived in the neighbourhood of Mulgatawny a worthy youth, named Grenville Villars. No one knew who or what he was. He lodged at a farm-house on the Mullinabrack estate, for the purpose of drinking asses' milk, and enjoying country air. His appearance indicated slow recovery from serious indisposition; he was perfectly a gentleman in manner and education; he had abundance of ready money, and genteel clothes; but, as he was unknown, and entirely out of the aristocratic circle, he lived unnoticed and in obscurity. This youth had seen the lovely sisters, in their frequent rambles to benefit the inmates of cabins in their vicinity; and he admired the genuine benevolence of their natures, for they were not above carrying flannel dresses of their own making to the sick and needy around. Who can account