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Yet he could not help pitying her, and strangers, where she would be looked at, when the dumb thing looked up in his when that was done, the Merrow put the face, and her cheeks all moist with tears, comb in her pocket, and then bent down 'twas enough to make any one feel, let her head and whispered some words to alone Dick, who had ever and always like the water that was close at the foot of the most of his countrymen, a mighty tender rock. heart of his own.

Dick saw the murmur of the words upon “Don't cry, my darling,” said Dick the top of the sea, going towards the wide Fitzgerald, but the Merrow, like any bold ocean, just like a breath of wind ripling child, only cried the more for that. along, and says he, in the greatest won

Dick sat himself down by her side, and der, “ Is it speaking, you are, my dartook hold of her hand, by way of com- ling to the salt water ?” forting her. 'Twas in no particular an It's nothing else,” says she quite care ugly hand, only there was a small web be- lessly, “ I'm just sending word home to tween the fingers, as there is in a duck's my father, not to be waiting breakfast for foot, but 'twas as thin and as white as the me; just to keep him from being uneasy skin between egg and shell.

in his mind." • What is your name, my darling !" “ And who is your father, my duck,” says Dick, thinking to make her conver- says Dick. sant with him, but he got no answer, and

** What !” said the Merrow, he was certain, sure now, either that she never hear of my father ? he is the King could not speak, or did not understand of the waves to be sure !" him, he therefore squeezed her hand in " And yourself then, is a real King's his, as the only way he had of talking to daughter ?” said Dick, opening his two her. It's the universal language ; and eyes to take a full and true survey of his there's not a woman in the world be she wife that was to be. fish or lady, that does not understand “Oh, I'm nothing else but a made it.

man with you, and a King your father ; The Merrow did not seem much dis- —to be sure he has all the money that's pleased at this mode of conversation ; and, down in the bottom of the sea !” making an end of her whining all at once, Money,” repeated the Merrow, -“Man," says she, looking up in Dick

- what's money?". Fitzgerald's face, “ Man, will you eat “ 'Tis no bad thing to have when one

wants it,” replied Dick, “ and may be “By all the red petticoats, and check now the fishes have the understanding to aprons between Dingle and Tralee,” cried bring up whatever you bid them.” Dick, jumping up in amazement, “I'd as « Oh yes," said the Merrow, they soon eat myself, my jewel! Is it I eat you bring me what I want.” my pet ?--Now 'twas some ugly looking “ To speak the truth then,” said Dick, thief of a fish put that notion in your own

66 'tis a straw bed I have at home before pretty head, with the nice green hair you, and that I'm thinking, is no-ways down upon it, that is so cleanly combed fitting for a king's daughter, so if 'twould out this morning!”

not be displeasing to you just to mention, " Man," said the Merrow, what will a nice feather bed, with a pair of new you do with me, if you won't eat me ?” blankets,—but what am I talking about ?

Dick's thoughts were running on a wise, may be you have not such things as beds he saw, at the first glimpse, that she was down under the water ?" handsome; but since she spoke, and By all means,” said she, “ Mr. Fitzspoke too like any real woman, he was gerald-plenty of beds at your service fairly in love with her. 'Twas the neat I've fourteen oyster beds of my own, not way she called him man, that settled the to mention one just planting for the rearmaiter entirely.

ing of young ones. Fish,” says Dick, trying to speak to You have,” says Dick, scratching her after her own short fashion, “fish,” his head and looking a little puzzled. “'Tis says he,“ here's my word, fresh and a feather bed I was speaking of—but fasting, for you this blessed morning, that clearly, your's is the very cut of a decent I'll make you mistress Fitzgerald before plan, to have bed, and supper so handy to all the world, and that's what I'll do." each other, that a person when they'd

Never say the word twice,” says she, have the one, need never ask for the “ I am ready and willing to be yours other." Mister Fitzgerald, but stop if you please, However, bed or no bed, money or no till I twist up my hair.”

money, Dick Fitzgerald determined to It was sometime before she had settled marry the Merrow, and the Merrow had it entirely to her liking ; for she guessed given her consent. Away they went, I suppose, that she was going among therefore, across the Strand, from Ğollerus

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to Ballinrunnig, where Father Fitzgibbon children at home, after him, and thinking happened to be that morning.

she had plenty to do without disturbing “ There are two words to this bargain, his fishing tackle. Dick Fitzgerald,” said his reverence look Dick was no sooner gone, than Mrs. ing mighty glum. “And is it a fishy woman Fitzgerald set about cleaning up the house you'd marry ?--the Lord preserve us ! and chancing to pull down a fishing net, Send the scaly creature home to her own what should she find behind it in a hole people, that's my advice to you, where in the wall, but her cohuleen driuth. ever she came from."

She took it out and looked at it, and Dick had the cohuleen driuth in his then she thought of her father the king, hand, and was about to give it back to the and her mother the queen, and her broMerrow, who looked covetously at it, but thers and sisters, and she felt a longing to he thought for a moment, and then, says go back to them. he

She sat down on a little stool, and “ Please your Reverence, she's a king's thought over the happy days she had daughter."

spent under the sea; then she looked “If she was the daughter of fifty kings," at her children, and thought on the love said Father Fitzgibbon," I tell you, you and affection of poor Dick, and how it can't marry her, she being a fish.” would break his heart to lose her.

“Please your Reverence,” said Dick “ But,” says she, “ he wont lose me enagain, in an under tone, “she's as mild tirely, for I'll come back to him again ; and beautiful as the moon.

and who can blame me for going to see “ If she was as mild and as beautiful my father and my mother, after being so as the sun, moon, and stars, all put toge- long away from them.” ther, I tell you, Dick Fitzgerald,” said She got up and went towards the door, the Priest, stamping his right foot, you but came back again to look once more can't marry her, she being a fish!” at the child that was sleeping in the cra

“ But she has all the gold that's down d'e. She kissed it gently, and as she in the sea only for the asking, and I'm a kissed it, a tear trembled for an instant in made man if I marry her; and,” said Dick her eye, and then fell on its rosy cheek. looking up slily, "I can make it worth She wiped away the tear, and turning to any one's while to do the job.”

the eldest little girl, told her to take good or Oh! that alters the case entirely," care of her brothers, and to be a good replied the Priest, why there's some child herself, until she came back. The reason now in what you say, why didn't Merrow then went down to the strand. you tell me this before ?-marry her by The sea was lying calm and smooth, just all means, if she was ten times a fish, heaving and glittering in the sun, and she Money, you know, is not to be refused in thought she heard a faint sweet singing, these bad times, and I may as well have inviting her to come down. All her old the hansel of it as another, that may be ideas and feelings came floating over her would not take half the pains in counsel- mind, Dick and her children were at the ling you that I have done.”

instant forgotten, and placing the cohuleen So Father Fitzgibbon married Dick driuth on her head, she plunged in. Fitzgerald to the Merrow, and like any Dick came home in the evening, and loving couple they returned to Gol- missing his wife, he asked Kathelin, his lerus, well pleased with each other. little girl, what had become of her moEvery thing prospered with Dick-he was ther, but she could not tell him. He at the sunny side of the world; the Mer- then inquired of the neighbours, and he row made the best of wives, and they lived learnt that she was seen going towards together in the greatest contentment. the strand with a strange looking thing It was wonderful to see, considering like a cocked hat in her hand.

He rewhere she had been brought up, how she turned to his cabin in search for the would busy herself about the house, and cohuleen driuth. It was gone, and the how well she nursed the children ; for, at truth now flashed upon him. the end of three years, there were as many Year after year did Dick Fitzgerald young Fitzgeralds—two boys and a wait expecting the return of his wife, but girl.

he never saw her more. Dick never marIn short, Dick was a happy man, and ried again, always thinking that the so he might have continued to the end of Merrow would sooner or later return to his days, if he had only the sense to take him, and nothing could ever persuade proper care of what he had got ; many him but that her father the king kept her another man, however, beside Dick, has below by main force ; " For,” said not had wit enough to do that.

Dick, " she surely would not of herself One day when Dick was obliged to go give up her husband and her children.” to Tralee, he left the wife minding the

While she was with him, she was a

life ;

good wife in every respect, that to this Beauty and honours to some may belong,

Some the bright sunshine of glory may day she is spoken of in the tradition of the

prove; country, as the pattern for one, under the I'd be a poetess gifted with song, name of THE LADY OF GOLLERUS.

Waking the echoes to music and love. -Fairy Legends and Traditions.

I'd have a dear little isle of my own,

Free from the blights and the tempests of TO MARY ON OUR BRIDAL MORNING.

Love in the midst should establish his throne Mary! yet the moro is young,

Splendent with hope and with happiness Her dew is on the flower,

rife. And the early lark, as he sails along, I would leave beauty and honours alone, Hails the balmy hour.

Beauty and honours but lead us to strife :Sweeter far her heraldry

I'd be a poetess placed on a throne, Tells to thee and me, Mary!

Splendent with hope and happiness rife, Than the nearing banquets revelry, Propitious, tho' it be, Mary!

Far from the world, from its joys and its fears,

Thus would I live in my own little isle ; Ere the sluggard, Luxury,

And if the summer-rose woke amid tears, Recluse from morn's domain,

Zephyr should kiss them sway with a smile. of solitude the nursery,

Wealth her proud palaces vainly uprears, Inyokes us to her fane :

Splendour and wealth seldom come without Arms entwined, a heart that glows

guile; In unison with thine, Mary!

I'd be a poetess, deeming such tears We'll rove where first thy cherished vows Life's richest dowry, so love wept the while, Commingled sweet with mine, Mary!

La Belle Assemblee.

Time, our tardy pilot, now

Descries the bourne of bliss, The urchin god unbends his bow, But dwells in Hymen's kiss.

GIPSIES.
Bright as yon orb in the cloudless sky,

(A SYLVAN SKETCH.)
Our loving course has run, Mary!
Bright as the light of thy lucid eye,
It shall end, when life is done, Mary!

What a singular and solitary life these
Gipsies lead!

How uncultivated and Say why peeps in thine eye that tear,

antisocial they are! And to what volunVieing with morning dew, Flows it for those in thy hearts zest dear,

tary hardships they are exposed ! Like Than I, who are not more true ?

bees, they have their monarchs, like bees Oh ! let thy smiles exstatic mien,

they haunt the fields, but their princely Exile the blight away, Mary!

usages are opposed to real good, and are Nor let it more in those orbs be seen, To mar their native ray, Mary!

oppositely different to the virtuous in

sects of honey and wing. It is a vulgar Could guile its heartless tenure hold, and mistaken notion that Gipsies live on In seraph angels mind,

animals which die naturally, and are Could yows like thine to me be cold, Ere I with thee combined,

supported by the means of begging ; they Didst thou not look as now thou dost, are adepts in cunning which can pepeIn silent truth arrayed, Mary!

trate more cultivated and susceptible I'd ask if I was loved the most, Or, was thy love decayed, Mary?

minds. The manner by which they dress

their food is peculiar; and it being coverI'd render up all earthly hope

ed with wood-smoke is unsavoury to Of happiness, and thee, Ere I would see thee coldly droop,

delicate taste; yet, had a Gipsy's dish In faded love, to me:

been taken to the dinner table of the I'd charge thee banish memory,

translator of Homer, he, being fond of I'd bid thee go thy way, Mary!

unseasonable ragouts, m ght have immorAnd love, where not th'ungenial sigh, Could lover's hearts betray, Mary?

talized it in song.

Neither Mrs. Glass,

nor the hostess of the Cleikum, has disI fear it not, I know the tear

serted on the culinary process of the That glistens still resplendent, Inhabited not the realms of care,

Gipsy tribes, and it would puzzle Ude But of joy, as itself transcendent,

himself to define the precise mode of Wend thy way thou slothful sun,

dressing a snared hare, or pheasant, over The moon, the moon, for me, Mary! hissing greenwood and white ashes. She is the light, by Fairies spun, For lovers like me and thee, Mary!

What an epicurean loss is this to the W. MORLEY.

apes of fashion. To those who have no

appetite for common food, and can eat I'D BE A POETESS,

nothing in season. But a higher treat BY H. BRANDRETH, JUN.

than this remains for the Londoner,-to Author of Field Flowers, 8c. him, a peep into a Gipsy's Camp is pro

digiously romantic !--A jaunt to Norwood Id be a poetess gifted with song, Ranging the valley, the hill, and the grove; is one of the most superlative luxuries, he

or the Green Lanes, in a summer's day, And as I wandered the woodlands among,

Waking the echoes to music and love. and his weekly confined lady can enjoy ;

and especially so, when drawn into the affections of living men. Those whom I illusive circle of the Sybil's charm To beheld seemed separate and distinct from such a pair of enthusiasts, there is some all I had witnessed but the moment before thing relishable, moreover, in being dri- -as Irvine's fine and wilderness-adapted ven under the green branches, when the countenance and figure from the redblast rises suddenly, and a storm falls waistcoated and Manchester-clothed beirresistably to the parched ground ; and, ings who sit beneath him. I looked with if not too frightened for reflecting, they curiosity, first at them, then at the wooden might compare the calm with pleasure, prototypes above, to see which would first the storm with life's trials, and the chan- give signs of life: they were to me reverging atmosphere with the variable tem- end creatures of another element; patriperainent of passion. But a country fair archal images ; beings who had survived is the true element of a Gipsy. Not to long centuries, and, when one prepared mention its adjacency to farm-yards, to speak, verily I expected to have heard hen-roosts, and credulity. Like the some version of good old Norman French fruit-sellers in town, Gipsies take their flow from his tongue. Then their very appointed station accordingly as they are names were (as I said, and as the Ameriqualified. One of them exercises his cans would say,) awful. There was Sir skill in gymnastic sport, and profits by it. Nash Grose-how it grated on the ear! I Another entertains ths dancing couples remember shuddering simultaneously and up and down the Rent Feast Rooin,' sympathetically with himself as I heard with the violin, at the village inn. Á that name, and listened to him, while, in third solicits the credulous to dip in the tremulous and broken accents, he prolucky bag. A fourth sits under the eaves nounced the doom of an offender of those of a thatched shed, half concealed from days who stood there in his later generapublic recognisance, and with her dark tion before him; his pale and deeply furbrighit eyes draws the admiring youth : rowed countenance, and white overhangher tongue moves too with rapid charm, ing eyebrows were themselves a study for and her thousand wild black curls, in- the character of Lear. Sir Soulden Law. crease her attractiveness, till she crosses rence—he seemed of the times of Runhis palm with silver, and tells him all his nymede, at the least ; bold, bluff, and thoughts of love and beauty. Like many spirited. Sir Giles Rooke ;-old John of their betters, Gipsies are pick-pockets. Heath-his palsied head for ever shaking Like painters, they live by art ; yet, not beneath the weight of years; decrepid to like painters, their art supports them. very childishness in appearance, but of But of what use are Gipsies to society? sound and wholesome, and vigorous intel This question might apply to three-fourths lect. Sir Beaumont Hotham, and Sir of mankind. If our actions tend not to James Mansfield :--and then there were increase the stock of human happiness, of Sir Simon Le Blanc and Sir Allan Chamwhatever our tribe or kindred, we live in bre. The last two were Normandy against vain.

P. the world. I should have so liked, I

thought, to talk something with them of William Rufus :-even to get hold of

some reminiscences—some tale of scandal RECOLLECTIONS OF THE BAR of the Virgin Queen, would have been a

treat; and there were others whom I “I can never forget the impression I would fain recollect, but human memory received when I first visited Westminster- must not be taxed above its strength. It hall: the high antiquity of the building; seems as if it strove for existence beyond the solemn purposes to which it was de- its birth, in calling to mind such images ; voted;

the imposing reality of all upon and that one must go “ beyond the mewhich a youthful-imagination had long mory of man, even to the reign of Riand fondly dwelt; the presence of inen, chard (in legal phraseology) to supply the whose naines had gone forth to the utter- defect. All things about them, too, were most parts of the earth, and with which I then in keeping with the staid and sober had been familiar in another hemisphere; dignity—the venerable bearing—the high even the antiquated but yet appropriate and cold reserve of those, the judges of costume of the judges: and no whit less the land : there was all the subunission, their strange and unmodernized appella- deference, and respect that ever Carthus tions, (they would have fitly graced the sian evinced to Dr. Raine, in the conduct Year-book,) created and sustained the of the members of the bar towards them ; delusion that, in despite of reason, carried and it seemed hardly a legal fiction that me back to far distant times, and to things they were" before the King himself at which I had deemed obliterated from the Westminster." Judges were not the mmds, and wholly withdrawn from the shuttlecocks they have since been ; they

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were permanent, so far as mortality per- Too soon shall the wind, kill the beauty it mittei, and had grown old in office;

nursed,

Ere the young bud of life to maturity burst. their wigs seemed rather to have been blanched by years than by Barker's art, The world has cold winds that will canker the and ail they did corresponded with their

heart; age, teir rank, and station. One of them And wither the breast, e'er the light blush dewould as soon have adverted to the com

part, parative merits of pugilism, as he would Though the sweetest gem dwells there :—the have speculated upon the less offensive Which Hows, when the grief of another ap. degrees of assassination, or thought of refusing the Lord Mayor's annual feast. (Then too, by the way, the civic chiefs Then wound not the heart, 'tis the flower of

the wild, were quite another thing. There was Sir Where the zephyrs have danced, and the sunBrooke Watson and his wooden leg, his

beams have smiled; large wealth originally derived from half One word of unkindness, may seer the gay a barrel of molasses given him in charity; And why should delight wear the black mask his pompous invitation, You will do

of grief. me an bonour, Sir, I trust at four ;” and his high veneration for Royalty, for Roy- And mock not the stranger in poverty's weeds, alty itself was particularly partial to him.

For the heart once hath smiled, which in pe.

nury bleeds; Then there was Sir William Staines, who, And the lip which now quivers, once woke the as he handled the fish trowel in his mayor

light sig alty, would entertain the princely ear with From beauties fair breast ; and the tear from the tale of his having carried a hod and held a trowel; and Sir Watkin Lewes, He hath wandered, and toil'd, to behold the once the proud and wealthy, but then

dear strand; poverty-stricken and in need-he lived He hath sought for the white shore of liberty's and died in a chancery suit! Ask Sir

land,

Should the soil of his hope raise the finger of William of the rest, I have no time, and

scon; he can tell you all about them.) But to He will sink to the grave, broken-heartedour history—Edward Lord Ellenborough,

forlorn ! or old Thurlow, would have annihilated the utter barrister who might have dared There is a bright star that looks down from

charity's home; to remark on an involuntary yawn, and Shall smile o'er the turt of thy last chilly tomb, hold long discourses to the public, of his should you raise the fallen heart in its desert feelings, and sensibility, and irritability, Then the cold wind shall pass from the comma and all other bility, but his capability.

forted leaf. A king's counsel would no more have ventured to have cast aside his wig in the presence of the Bench, than he would

THE TRYSTING PLACE. have chosen to have been sent to the Bench itself. I scarcely think the judges We met not in the sylvan scene of those days would have survived that Where lovers wish to meet, shock. Erskine certainly once dared to Where skies are bright, and woods are green raise his voice against his ancient master

And opening blossoms sweet;

But in the city's busy din, Buller: but all well-thinking men deemed Where Mammon holds his reign, the act scarcely inferior to parricide itself; Sweet intercourse we sought to win and then the mercurial barrister was duly

Mid traffic, toil, and gain; qualified as mad. Even that denizen Above us was a murky sky,

Around, a crowded space, corporation of a court of justice, the Yet dear, my love, to thee and me, jury, were then really “good men and Was this-our Trysting place. true," such as England could furnish in

We dwelt not on the linnets note, her better days. They were men of sub Or skylark's warbling lay; stance and of gravity, without undue pre We heard not murmuring zephyrs float tension ; and they knew their place :

Upon the dewy spray ;

But sounds of discord met our ear, there was then no smiling, and smirking

The taunt but ill represt,
and nodding between them and the coif. The miser's cold and cautious sneer,
(To be continued.)

The spendthriít's reckless jest ;
Yet while we heard each other's ton's

And view'd each other's face,
THE STRANGER.

We seem'd sequester'd and alone

In this-our Trysting Place. Weep not for the flower, that shall droop in They err who say love only dwells the vale,

'Mid sunshine, light, and flowers; Where its wild youth was nursed by the wan. Alike to him are gloomy cells, dering gale;

Or gay and smiling bowers :

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