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He must be singularly unfortunate in theless, depart quietly to his long home, his society who does not know living in- because his last steps thither are supstances of women whose love bears an ported by a beloved and affectionate analogy, at least, to that of which we child ? Does he not know some sister, have been speaking. His sphere is, in- whose mild influence has controlled the deed, confined, to say no worse of it, if follies, and whose tenderness, though at he knows no woman who could, were it the risk of personal blame, has shielded her duty, die with a husband for a child the faults of a brother ? Or has he never -no wife who has found the devoted, seen an instance of female friendship? specious lover change into the unworthy, His lip may curl at the idea, but there is brutal husband, and yet has endured her such a thing as female friendship; not lot with unrepining patience, and met often, I grant, between young ladies, but the world with smiles of seeming cheer- between the young and the old; the mafulness, and
tron who has safely trodden the ways of
life, and the young blooming girl, who Learn'd the art To bleed in secret, yet conceal the smart
has just entered upon them. It is a
beautiful, aye, and it is a frequent sight and, higher and harder task, denied her to behold the calm gravity of age temself the privilege of friendship, and never pering the enthusiasm of youth; and the told her grief; no intellectual and ac- bright influence of youth shedding, as it complished mother, who has surrendered were, a sunset radiance over the sombre early affluence, and accustomed comforts, sky of age. But to come rather closer to the pleasures of society, the indulgence the feelings of our sceptic-to touch upon of refined taste, and become a menial as his personal experience—if he ever lay well as mother to her children, and en- upon a bed of sickness, what eyes became tered into all the harassing details of dim with weeping-what cheeks pale minute daily economy, not with mere with watching, over him ?-What hand dogged submission, but with active, administered the medicine and smoothed cheerful interest ! Does he not know the pillow? Whose form glided round some daughter who has secluded herself the bed with the quiet care of a mortal, from youthful companions and youthful and yet ministering spirit? Whose tear pleasures, that she may employ her soothed his dejection ? Whose smile health and spirits, her days and nights, calmed his temper ? Whose patience in soothing a parent to whom "the bore his many infirmities ? Unless he grasshopper is become a burden,” and live in a desert island, he will replyexistence a pain; but who can, never. I Woman's! Woman's !
But to know, to the full extent of mutual recognition of rights, and claims, such knowledge, how noble, how sacred and divisions. We can only fancy Shaksa thing is woman's love, it must be con-peare and Madame de Staël, regarding templated when strengthened by the them with contempt and indifference. bonds of duty, when called forth by the But by all means let the dispute go for. ties of nature. Some may think it wards, and if women are stimulated to needless to lay such strong and repeated give proof by their exertions, that there stress upon this condition : but for my is such a thing as female genius, and own part, I do not believe that in the men are stimulated to give proof by their hearts of true women-(and such alone surpassing productions, that there is no are worthy of mention)— love, the pas- genius in the world but what is mascusion of love, has before marriage by any line, the public will be gainers any way. means the power generally supposed. I We shall have more clever people to verily think that many a most exemplary write; more clever books to read. Withwife has been, as the mistress,
out hazarding an opinion on the subject, “Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.”
for the very sufficient reason of not un
derstanding its merits, I return to the No true woman will either do or suffer theme with which I begun, and with for the fondest and most faithful lover, a which I would close-“Woman's love." thousandth part of what she will do and Let man take his claimed supremacy, suffer for a husband who is only mode- and take it as his hereditary, his inrately kind. No_love must, with a alienable right. Let him have for his woman, become a duty, a habit, a part of dower, sovereignty in science, in philoexistence, a condition of life, before we sophy, in learning, in arts, and in arms; can know how completely it unites and let him wear, unenvied, the ermine, the exemplifies the natures of the lion and lawn, and the helmet, and wield, unri. the dove, the courage which no danger valled, the sword, the pen, and the can dismay, with the constancy no suffer- pencil. Let him be supreme in the ing can diminish.
cabinet, the camp, and the study; and It has been much the fashion, of late, to women will still remain a goodly to write and talk about woman's mind, heritage," of which neither force nor and to make comparative estimates of rivalry can deprive her. The heart is the power of female and masculine intel- her domain ; and there she is a queen. lect. Some, with pleasant malice, have To acquire over the unruly wills and made the scale preponderate on the gen- tempers of men, an influence which no tleman's side; others, with pleasant man, however great, however gifted, can gallantry, have made it preponderate on acquire: to manifest a faith which never that of the lady. Women of genius fails, a patience that never wears out, a never argue for the recognized equality devotedness which can sacrifice, and a of female intellect; and men of genius courage which can suffer: to perform never argue for its recognized infe- the same unvarying round of duties riority; but, as in political subjects, those without weariness, and endure the same dispute loudest who have the least at unvarying round of vexations without stake. “Master and mistress-minds” murmuring; to requite neglect with move in their separate spheres, like the kindness, and injustice with fidelity ; to rulers of distinct and distant kingdoms, be true when all are false, and firm when seldom wishing, and scarcely ever tempt- all is hopeless ; to watch over the few ed, to disturb each other's sovereignty. dear objects of regard with an eye that It is among those who reside in the never sleeps, and a care that cannot nooks and corners of Parnassus, that change; to think, to act, to suffer, to disputes and litigation arise. We can sacrifice, to live, to die for them, their only fancy such small occupiers of intel- happiness and safety—these are woman's lectual territory as Hayley and Miss true triumphs; this, this is WOMAN'S Seward, extremely agitated about the LOVE!
osity. “The men have concealed whiskey THE POOR SCHOLAR.
there." It was towards the middle of Septem- “Oh! bad cess to the dhrop--sure they ber, or, as they, in Ireland, usually style don't want it, when they get their glass the period, "the latter end of harvest,” | at the heel of the evenin' without so much several years ago, that we were sedulously as axing for it; we'll tell, if ye won't tell gathering a nosegay of blue corn-flowers ov us to the masther and misthressand scarlet poppies, in the field of a dear though we couldn't help it, for it's God's relative, whose labourers were busily em. will. Sure the boys there never raised ployed in reaping. A group of Irish their voice in a song, nor even the kink harvesters are generally noisy, full of of a laugh ever passed their lips, just out jest, and song and laughter; but we of regard to the quietness-the craythur! observed that although not more diligent and sure the dhrop of new milk, and it's than usual, these were unusually silent- just to look at a grain of tea, is all we yet the day was fine, the food abundant, give on a two-pronged fork or the ould and no “sickness” afflicted the neighbonr- shovel. And the weather's mighty fine, hood. Our ramble was accompanied by a as it always does be when the likes of fine Newfoundland dog Neptune, a them's in throuble; sure, the dew falls fellow worthy of his name. After walking light, on the spring chicken!” We pressed along at our accustomed pace, (for he still more strongly ir an explanation. disdained idle gambols), Nep came to a “Well, it was the loneliest place in the dead stand. There was a remarkable old parish," answered Anty, a blue eyed girl tree in the hedge, so old that it was of sixteen, the very picture of good nature hollow almost to the top, where a few and mischief, though her features were green boughs and leaves sprouted forth, tutored into an expression of sobriety and as remembrancers of past days; the open even sympathy.—“And what else could I part of the trunk was on the other side, do, barrin I was a baste ?" she continued. so that a stranger standing where we “And see even that poor dumb dog looks stood could have no idea how much it like a Christian at the tree-Nep, asy was decayed ;-at this old tree Nep made now, and don't frighten—" a point, as if setting a bird; he would “What, Anty ?” neither advance nor retreat; but stood “Whisht! an I'll tell, but you musn't with fixed eyes and erect ears in a watch- let on,* for maybe I'd lose the work. ful position. It occurred to us that the It's-only a little boy we hid in the tree !” reapers had whiskey or some smuggled “A boy !” goods concealed there, and we resolved to Ay, faix! he was a boy, the craythur; fathom the mystery; in accordance with but he's an atomy now, wid whatever it is this resolution, we commenced first a -maasles, or small-pox, or feaver, myself descent into what is called the 'gripe of doesn't know—but it's bad enough. He's the ditch, and then seizing upon the a poor scholar! the jewel, thravellin to bough of a sturdy little hawthorn, were make a man of himself, which, if the Lord about ascending, when two rosy-cheeked doesn't raise him out of the sickness, he'll harvest-girls interposed, —
never be; thravellin the world and ould “Ah, thin, don't, iv you plase—(bad Ireland for larnin, and was struckt as luck to you, Nep, for a tale-tellin ould he came here; and he thinking he'd baste of a dog !- couldn't ye let the young have six months, or maybe a year, with lady have her walk?)—don't, if you plase, Mr. Devereux, who has grate Haythen Miss, machree, go up there. Faix, it's as well as Christian knowledge; and sure the truth we're tellin' ye, 'tisn't safe. no one would let him into their place for Oh, ye may laugh, but by all the blessed dread of the sickness that brought lamentbooks that ever war shut or opened, it's ation into all our houses last year; and I true ; 'tis not safe, and maybe it's yer found him," continued the girl, bursting death ye'd get if ye go."
into tears;“ I found him shivering under This, of course, only whetted our curi- * Pretend to know. + Taken ill.
an old elder bush, that's unlucky in itself, to send along the road with him. Sure and pantin' the little breath in his body it must be a black bitther heart entirely out; and I'd ha’ thought there would ha' that would not warm to a boy that quit been little use in all I could do: only what the home where his heart grew in the love should I see whin I took my eyes off him, and strength of his mother's eyes, to wanbut a cow licking herself the wrong way, der for larning.” and that gave me heart, and I spoke to In a little time we discovered that the him, and all he axed for was a drink of poor scholar, who rejoiced in the thowather, and tha I'd take him to his roughly Irish name of Patrick O'Brien, mother, the poor lamb! and she hundreds had been most tenderly cared for, not only of miles away, at the back of Good-speed, by those kind-hearted girls, but by each maybe; and sure that kilt me entirely, of the harvesters: two young men in for I thought of my own mother that the particular took it turn about to sit up Lord took from me before I had sense to with the lone child the greater part of the ax her blessin. And ye'd think the life night, listening to the feeble ravings he would lave the craythur every minute - uttered about his mother and his home, so, first of all, myself and this little girl and moistening his lips with milk and made a fine asy bed for him inside the ould water—the fatigue of the day's labour tree, dry and comfortable, with the new under a scorching sun, with no more straw, and then we stole granny's plai- strengthening food than potatoes and keen* out of the bit of a box, and a milk, did not prevent their performing blanket, and laid him a top of it; and this deed of love and charity. When we when we settled him snug, we axed my discovered him, the fever—to use Anty's uncle if we might do it, and he said he'd words-had turned on him for good, and murder ust if we had any call to him ; he was perfectly rational, though feeble and we said we wouldn't, becase we had almost beyond belief, and only opening done it already; but, in the end, my his lips to invoke blessings upon his preuncle himself was as willing to do a servers. We found that he had suffered hand's turn to the poor scholar as if he from measles, rendered much worse than was a soggarth I, which he will be, plase they generally are by fatigue, want, and God; only the sickness is heavy on him ill-usage. A few evenings after, when the still, and the people so mortial affeard golden grain was gathered into shocks, of it.”
and the field clear of its labourers, we set “The poor boy," added the other girl, forth, accompanied by Patrick's first bene“had bitter usage where he was before, factress, to pay him a visit. The weather from a cowld-hearted nagur of a school was clear and balmy, and so still that we master, who loved money better than could hear the grass-hopper rustle in the larning—which proved he had no call to tufts of grass that grew by the path. it, at all, at all. We heard the rights of The corn-creak ran poking and creaking it, from one that knew—may the Lord across the stubble, and, one by one, before break hard fortune before every poor the sun had set, honest woman's child !-and took his bit 'The wee stars were dreaming their path through of goold from him, and gave him nothing
the sky.” but dirty English for it, and he wanting It was a silent but not a solitary evening, Latin and the Humanities — what he for every blade of grass was instinct with hadn't himself, only coming over the life, peopled by insect wonders, teeming people with blarney and big words—the with existence--creating and fostering Omadawn !-to think of his taking in a thought. Even Anty felt the subduing poor soft boy like that, who was away influence of the scene, and walked without from his mother, trusting only to the uttering a word. As we drew near the Lord, and the charity of poor Christians, old tree, we heard a faint, low, feeble that often had nothing but their prayers voice—the voice of a young boy singing, * A square of flannel or shawl.
or rather murmuring, snatches of one of + A figure of speech. # Soggarth, young priest. I those beautiful Latin hymns which form
a part of the Roman Catholic service. ture they had all some interest in. He We knew that it proceeded from poor was duly received at the school, the master Patrick; and Anty crossed herself devoutly of which deserved the reputation he had more than once while we listened. He achieved-for, despite his oddity, and a ceased;
and then, by a circuitous path, strong brogue of the true Munster chawe got to the hollow side of the tree. racter, he was a good classic of the old
The poor lad was worn down by sick- régime, and a most kind-hearted man. ness, and his eyes, naturally large, seemed Although no Dominie ever entertained a of enormous size, looking out as they did more exalted opinion of his own learning, from amid his long tangled hair. His or held ignoraamuses (as he pronounced head was pillowed on his books; and it the word) in greater contempt than Mr. would seem as though the "plaikeens” of Devereux, still, when he found a pupil to half the old women in the parish had been his mind, who would work hard and gathered together to do him service. His constantly, he treated him with such conquivering lips only opened to express sideration, that the youth was seldom gratitude, and his thin hands were clasped permitted speak, except in the dead in silent prayer when we left him. His languages. He wore a rough scratch tale had nothing remarkable in it-it was wig, originally of a light drab colour ; but one among many. He was the only and not only did he, like Miss Edge. son of a widow, who having wed too worth's old steward in “Castle Rackrent,” early, was reduced from comfort to the dust his own or a favoured visitor's seat depths of privation; her young husband therewith, but he used no other pen-wiper, closed his sorrows in an early grave, and and the hair bore testimony of having she devoted her energies to the task of made acquaintance with both red and providing for her two children; the girl black ink. He prided himself not only was blind from her birth, and the boy, on his Latin and mathematical attainwhose feelings and manners would have ments, but on his “manners;" and even led to the belief so prevalent in Ireland of deigned to instruct his pupils in the mysthe invariable refinement of “dacent teries of a bow, and the necessity for blood,” resolved to seek by the way-sides holding the head in a perfectly erect posiand hedges the information he had no tion. Sometimes he would condescend to means of obtaining in statelier semi- bestow a word of advice to one of the naries. Those who know how strongly gentler sex, such as, “Jinny, that's a good the ties of kindred are intertwined girl; I knew yer mother before you were round an Irish heart--only those can born, and a fine, straight, upright Girtha understand how more than hard it is she was-straight in mind an' body; be for the parent to part with the child. a good girl, Jinny, and hould up yer head, Notwithstanding, Patrick was blessed and never sit back on your chair-only so and sent forth by his mother- -like a poplar, and keep yer heels togeIshmael, without the protecting care of ther and yer toes out—that's rale mana Hagar-amid the wilderness of the ners, Jinny,” Often did he exclaim to world. More than once, he returned to Patrick, “Lave off discoorsing in the weep upon her bosom, and to repeat the vulgar tongue, I tell you, and will you assurance, that when they met again he take up your Cornalius Napos, to say would be a credit to his name. He had, nothing of Virgil, if you plase, Masther as Anty said, suffered wrong from an igno- Pathrick, and never heed helping Mickeyrant schoolmaster, who plundered him of the-goose, with his numbers. Hasn't he the small collection the priest of his parish Gough and Voster, or part of them any had made for his benefit, and then ill-used way? for the pig ate simple addition and him.
compound fractions out of both the one His illness we have told of; his re- and the other. And, Ned Lacey, I saw covery was bailed with hearty joy by you copying I know what, upon your “the neighbours," who began to consider thumb-nail off Pathrick's slate. I'll him as a property of their own-a crea- I thumb-nail ye, you mane puppy! to be