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experienced no want of consolation, for the Irish are a people of quick and generous sensibilities. The most delicate and cherishing attentions were paid her by families of wealth and distinction. She was led into society, and they tried all kinds of occupation and amusement to dissipate her grief, and wean her from the tragical story of her lover. But it was all in vain. There are some strokes of calamity that scathe and scorch the soul-that penetrate to the vital seat of happiness --and blast it, never again to put forth bud or blossom. She never objected to frequent the haunts of pleasure, but she was as much alone there as in the depths of solitude. She walked about in a sad reverie, apparently unconscious of the world around her. She carried with her an inward woe that mocked at all the blandishments of friendship and 'heeded not the song of the charmer, eharm he never so wisely.'

"The person who told me her story had seen her at a masquerade. There can be no exhibition of far-gone wretchedness more striking and painful than to meet it in such a scene. To find it wandering like a spectre, lonely and joyless, where all around is gay-to see it dressed out in the trappings of mirth, and looking so wan and woebegone, as if it had tried in vain to cheat the poor heart into a momentary forgetfulness of sorrow. After strolling through the splendid rooms and giddy crowd with an air of utter abstraction, she sat herself down on the steps of an orchestra, and looking about for some time with a vacant air, that showed her insensibility to the garish scene, she began, with the capriciousness of a sickly heart, to warble a little plaintive air. She had an exquisite voice; but on this occasion it was so simple, so touching-it breathed forth such a soul of wretchedness-that she drew a crowd, mute and silent, around her, and melted every one into tears.

"The story of one so true and tender could not but excite great interest in a country remarkable for enthusiasm. It completely won the heart of a brave officer, who paid his addresses to her, and thought that one so true to the dead could not but prove affectionate to the living. She declined his attentions, for her thoughts were irrecoverably engrossed by the memory of her former lover. He, however, persisted in his suit. He solicited not her tenderness, but her esteem. He was assisted by her conviction of his worth, and her sense of her own destitute and dependent situation, for she was existing on the kindness of friends. In a word, he at length succeeded in gaining her hand, though with the solemn assurance that her heart was unalterably another's.

"He took her with him to Sicily, hoping that a change of scene might wear out the remembrance of early woes. She was an amiable and exemplary

wife, and made an effort to be a happy one; but nothing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away in a slow, but hopeless decline, and at length sunk into the grave, the victim of a broken heart.

"It was on her that Moore, the distinguished Irish poet, composed the lines She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps.'"- Washington Irving in The Sketch-book.

Page 342.-THE SACK OF BALTIMORE." Baltimore is a small seaport in the barony of Carberry in South Munster. It grew up round a castle of O'Driscoll's, and was after his ruin colonized by the English. On the 20th of June, 1631, the crews of two Algerine galleys landed in the dead of night, sacked the town, and bore off into slavery all who were not too old, or too young, or too fierce for their purpose. The pirates were steered up the intricate channel by one Hackett, a Dungarvan fisherman, whom they had taken at sea for the purpose. Two years after he was convicted and executed for the crime. Baltimore never recovered from this. To the artist, the antiquary, and the naturalist its neighborhood is most interesting." (See The Ancient and Present State of the County and City of Cork, by Charles Smith, M. D., second edition, Dublin, 1774. Note by Thomas Osborne Davis.)

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Page 343.-THE SONG OF THE CORNISH MEN.The Trelawney referred to was Sir J. Trelawney, Bishop of Bristol, one of the seven Bishops who (in 1688) presented the petition to King James II. against their being required to read from their pulpits the second Declaration of Indulgence.' The Bishops were brought to trial by the King and charged with publishing a libel, but were acquitted of the charge."-Notes and Queries.

Page 366.-OLD IRONSIDES.-In the Boston Daily Advertiser of Sept. 14, 1830, appeared the following:

"Old Ironsides.-It has been affirmed upon good authority that the Secretary of the Navy has recommended to the Board of Navy Commissioners to dispose of the frigate Constitution. Since it has been understood that such a step was in contemplation we have heard but one opinion expressed, and that in decided disapprobation of the measure. Such a national object of interest, so endeared to our national pride as Old Ironsides is, should never by any act of our government cease to belong to the Navy, so long as our country is to be found upon the map of nations. In England it was lately determined by the Admiralty to cut the Victory, a one-hundred gun ship (which it will be recollected bore the flag of Lord Nelson

at the battle of Trafalgar), down to a seventy-four, but so loud were the lamentations of the people upon the proposed measure that the intention was abandoned. We confidently anticipate that the Secretary of the Navy will in like manner consult the general wish in regard to the Constitution, and either let her remain in ordinary or rebuild her for whatever the public service may require." The poem was an impromptu outburst of feeling, and was published on the next day but one after reading the above paragraph.

Page 410.-BULL-Fight of GAZUL.-" Gazul is the name of one of the Moorish heroes who figure in the Historie de las Guerras Civiles de Granada. The following ballad is one of the very many in which the dexterity of the Moorish cavaliers in the bull-fight is described. The reader will observe that the shape, activity, and resolution of the unhappy animal destined to furnish the amusement of the spectators are enlarged upon, just as the qualities of a modern race-horse might be among ourselves; nor is the bull without his name. The day of the Baptist is a festival among the Mussulmans as well as among Christians."-Lockhart's Spanish Ballads.

Page 412.-THE MISTLETOE BOUGH.-" You must see Bramshill. It is like nothing hereabouts, but reminds me of the grand Gothic castles in the North of England-Chillingham, Alnwick, etc. It was the residence of Prince Henry, James the First's eldest son, and is worthy of his memory. It has a haunted room, shut up and full of armour; a chest where they say a bride hid herself on her wedding-day, and the spring-lock closing, was lost and perished, and never found until years and years had passed (this story, by the way, is common to old houses; it was told me of the great house at Malsanger); swarms with family pictures; has a hall with the dais: much fine tapestry; and, in short, is wanting in no point of antique dignity."-Letter to Miss Jephson in L'Estrange's Life of Mary Russell Milford.

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Page 422.-A SONG OF THE NORTH.-In May, 1845, Sir John Franklin sailed from England with the Erebus and Terror, to discover a northwest passage through the Arctic seas. turning at the appointed time, several expeditions were sent out in search, among which was the celebrated Grinnell Expedition, commanded by the gallant Dr. Elisha Kent Kane of Philadelphia, and Lady Franklin was especially indefatigable in endeavoring to ascertain her husband's fate, but without success until 1854, when Dr. Rae found some relics, and in 1859, when Captain McClintock discovered on the shore of King William's Land, a record deposited in a cavern by the sur

vivors of Franklin's crew. This document was dated April 25, 1848, and stated that Sir John died June 11, 1847, that the Erebus and Terror were abandoned April 22, 1848, when the survivors, 105 in number, were about to start for the Great Fish River. Many relics were also found of this party, who probably perished soon after. It appears also that Sir John really did discover the long-sought-for northwest passage, but the knowledge of its whereabouts perished with him, and subsequent expeditions have never found it. As this poem was published years before the return of Captain McClintock's expedition, its verisimilitude is certainly remarkable.

Page 531.-ALNWICK CASTLE.-Alnwick Castle is one of the finest buildings in England. It is built of freestone, in the Gothic style, and covers five acres of land. It was restored in 1830 at a cost of $1,000,000. It belongs to the Duke of Northumberland, a descendant of the Percy's, so famed in ancient ballads. One of the ancestors of the Percy family was an emperor at Constantinople, and the second Duke of the Smithson line was a major in the British army, and served gallantly in the New England and Long Island campaigns. Halleck wrote the poem in October, 1822, after visiting the Home of the Percy's high-born race.'

Page 536.-CASTELL GLOOM.-"Castle Gloom, better known as Castle Campbell, was a residence of the noble family of Argyll, from the middle of the fifteenth till the middle of the seventeenth century, when it was burned by the Marquis of Montrose. The castle is situated on a promontory of the Ochil hills, near the village of Dollar, in Clackmannanshire, and has long been in the ruinous condition described in the song."-Longfellow's Poems of Places.

Page 600.-MISSIONARY HYMN.- "While Reginald Heber was rector of the Episcopal Church at Hodnet, in Shropshire, he went to pay a visit to his father-in-law, Dr. Shipley, then Vicar of Wrexham, on the border of Wales. Heber was in his thirty-second year, and had come to Wrexham to deliver the first of a series of Sunday evening lectures in Dr. Shipley's church. In the morning of that same day, Dr. Shipley was to deliver a, discourse in behalf of the 'Society for the Prop agation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts.'

"On the afternoon before Whitsunday' (1819), Heber and his father-in-law sat chatting with a few friends in Dr. Shipley's parlor. Dr. Shipley, knowing his son-in-law's happy gift in rapid composition, said to him, 'Write something for us to sing at the service to-morrow morning.' Short notice that for a man to achieve his immortality;

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"The savage in his blindness.'

"The author erased that word, and substituted for it the better word heathen. There, there,' coolly remarked Dr. Shipley, that will do very well.' Heber was not satisfied, and said No, no; the sense is not complete.' In spite of his father-in-law's earnest protest, Heber withdrew for a few moments longer, and then coming back, read the following glorious bugle blast which rings like the rereille of the milennial morning:

"Waft, waft ye winds, the story,
And you, ye waters, roll!
Till like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole!
Till o'er our ransomed nature,
The lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign.'

"What shall we sing it to? inquired Dr. Shipley. Mr. Heber, who had a fine musical ear, suggested a popular air called 'Twas when the seas were roaring.' The suggestion was adopted, and on the next morning the people of Wrexham church listened to the first rehearsal' of a lyric which has since been echoed by millions of voices around the globe. The air to which it was sung originally has given place, at least in our American churches, to a sonorous and lofty tune composed by Dr. Lowell Mason. The air is worthy of the hymn, and both are perfect. No profane hymn-tinker ever dared to lay his bungling finger on a single syllable of those four stanzas which the Holy Spirit moved Reginald Heber to write. Little did the young rector of Hodnet dream, as he listened to the lines sung that Sabbath morning,

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that he was catching the first strains of his own immortality. He' builded better than he knew.' He did more to waft the story of Calvary around the earth than if he had preached like Apollos, or had founded a board of missions. In the monthly concerts' held in New England school-houses, in frontier cabins, on the decks of missionary ships bound to Ceylon's Isle,' and in the vast assemblies of the American Board, Heber's trumpethymn has been sung with swelling voices and gushing tears. It is the marching music to which Christ's hosts 'keep step' as they advance to the conquest of the globe.

"Heber lived but seven years after the composition of his masterpiece. In June, 1823, he departed for Calcutta as the missionary Bishop of India. For three years he toiled and travelled sweetness of character and benignity won even incessantly, and wherever he went his apostolic

the heathen in their blindness.' After a laborious day's work at Trichinopoly, he went to his bath to refresh his weary frame. He remained in the bath-room until his attendants became alarmed, and when they came in they found Reginald Heber asleep in Jesus. His gentle spirit had stolen away to join in the song of Moses and of the Lamb."-Rev. Theodore L. Cuyler in N. Y. Evangelist.

Page 692.-THE OLD AND YOUNG COURTIER."The whole of the sixteenth century was marked by important changes of every kind-political, religious, and social. The wars with France and the internal contests of the Roses were over, and the energy of the nation was directed to new objects. Trade and commerce were extended; fresh sources of wealth were developed; and new classes of society sprang up into importance, whose riches enabled them to outvie the old landed gentry, but who had few of their hereditary tastes and habits. Hence the innovation of old customs and the decay of ancient manners to which the gentry themselves were compelled to conform. This old song, which is printed in the Percy Reliques from an ancient block-letter copy in the Pepy's Collection, is a lament over the changes which had taken place in the early part of the seventeenth century, as compared with the days of Queen Elizabeth.”—Knight's Half Hours with the Best Authors.

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