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    ' Oh , Chairles , ye'll no gang to jail—I hae the siller P and she offered Lira the money with both hands , and a look of tenderness and modesty that embellished human nature . " Ere he could speak , his mother put out her hand , and not rudely , but very coldly repelling Christie ' s arm , said in a freezing mannei- — " ' We are much obliged to you , but my son ' s own talents have rescued him from his little ernbarrassriient . '— - 'A nobleman has bought my picture / said Gatty , proudly . ' For one hundred and fifty pounds / said the old lady , meaning to mark the contrast between that sum and what Christie had in her hand . Christie

    remained like a statue , with her arms extended and the bank-notes in her hand ; her features worked—she had much ado not to cry ; and any one that had known the whole story , and seen this unmerited repulse , would have felt for her ; but her love came to her aid , she put the notes in her bosom , sighed and said— ' I would hae likcit to liae been the first ye ken , but I'm real pleased/—' But , mother / said Gatty , 'it was very kind of Christie all the same . Oh , Christie ! ' said he , in a tone of despair . At this kind word Christie's fortitude was sore tried , she turned away lier head ;—she was far too delicate to let them know who had sent Lord Ipsden to buy the picture . Whilst she turned away , Mrs . Gatty said in her son's ear — ' Now , I have j r our solemn promise , do it here , and at once ; you will find me on the beach behind these boats—do it . ' The reader will understand that during the last few days , Mrs . Gatty had improved her advantage , and that Charles had

    positively consented to obey her ; the poor boy was worn out with the struggle—he felt he must have peace or die , he was thin and pale , and sudden twitches came over him ; his temperament was not fit for such a battle : and it is to be observed , nearly all the talk was on one side . He had made one expiring struggle , —he described to his mother an artist ' s nature , his strength , his weakness , —he besought her not to be a slave to general rules , but to inquire what sort of a companion the individual Gatty needed : he lashed with true but brilliant satire the sort of wife his mother was ready to see him saddled with—a stupid , unsympathizing creature , who . se ten children would , by nature ' s law , be also stupid , and so be a weight on him till his dying day . He painted Christie Johnstone , mind and body , in words as true and bright as his colours ; he showed his own weak points , her strong ones , and how the latter would fortify the former .

    "He displayed , in short , in one minute more intellect than his mother had exhibited in sixty years ; and that done , with all his understanding , wit , and eloquence , ho succumbed like a child to her stronger will— -he promised to break with Christie Johnstone . * ' When Christie had recovered her composure and turned round to her companions , she found herself alone with Charles . " ' Charles / said she , gravely .- ' Christie / said he , uneasily . ' Your mother does na like me . Oh ! ye need na deny it ; and we are na together as we used to be , my lad . '— ' She is prejudiced , but she has been the best of mothers to me , Christie / — Aweel . '—' Circumstances compel me to return to England / ' ( Ah , coward ! anything but the real truth !) Aweel , Chairles , it will no be for lang/— ' I don't know ; you will not be so unhappy as I shall—at least I hope not /— ' Hoow do ye

    ken that ?'—• Christie , do you remember the first night we danced together ?'' Ay . '— ' And we walked in the cool by the sea side , and I told you the names of the stars , and you said those were not their real names , but nicknames we give them here on earth . I loved you that first night . '— ' And I fancied , you the first time I set eyes oh you . '— ' How can I leave you , Christie ? What shall I do ?'' I ken what I shall do / answered Christie , coolly ; then bursting into tears , she added , ' I shall dee ! I shall dee !'— 'No ! you must not say so ; at least I will never love any one but you . '— ' An' I'll live as I am a' my days for your sake . Oh , England ! I hae likeit ye soe weel , ye suld na rob me o' my lad—he ' s a' the joy I hae !'— ' I love you / said Gatty . ' Do you love me ? ' All the answer was , her head upon his shoulder . ' I can't do it / thought Gatty , ' and I wont ! ' Christie / said he , ' stay here , don't move from here . ' And lie dashed among the boats in

    great agitation . He found his mother rather near the scene of the late conference . ' Mother / said he , fiercely , like a coward as he was , ' ask me no more , my mind is made up for ever ; I will not do this scoundrelly , heartless , beastly , ungrateful action you have been pushing : me to so long . '— ' Take care , Charles , tako care / said the old woman , trembling with passion , for this was a new tone for her son to tako with her . ' You had my blessing the other day , and you saw what followed it ; do not tempt me to curse an undutiiul , disobedient , ungrateful . son . '— 'I must take my cliance / . said lie , desperately ; for T am under a curse any wny ! I placed my ring on her finger , and held up my hand to God and swore she should be my wife ; she has my ring and my oath , and I will not perjure myself even for my mother . '— « Your ring ! Not the ruby ring I gave you from your dead father ' s finger—not that ! not that !' ' Yes ! yes ! I tell you yes ! and if ho was alive and saw her and knew her goodness , he would have pity on me , but 1 have no friend ; you see how ill you have made me , but you have no pity ; 1 could not have believed it ; but since ' you have no mercy on me , I will have the more mercy on myself ; I marry her to-morrow

    and put an end to all this . shuflling and irmnuMivrin ^ against an ange l ! I am not worthy of her , but I'll marry her to-morrow . Good bye . '— ' Slay ! ' said the old woman , in a terrible voice ; ' before you destroy me and all I have lived for , and BUflercd , and pinched for , hear me ; if that rinjj is not oil" t lie hussey ' s finger in half an hour , and you my son again , I fall on thin sand and ' ' Then God have mercy upon me , for I'll nee the whole creation lost eternally , ere I'll wrong the only creature that is an ornament < o the world . ' He was desperate , and the weak driven to desperation , are more furious than the . strong . It was by Jleaven's mercy that neither mother nor son had time to speak again . As they faced each other with flaming eyen and face * , all . self-command gone , about to ulter hasty words and lay up regret , perhaps for all their lives to come , in a moment , as if she ' had . started from the earth , Christie Johnstono stood between them ! Gatty ' n words , and still more , his hesitation , had made her quick intelligence Kiispeet : she bad resolved to know the truth ; the boats offered every facility for listening - -she hud heard every word .

    " Sim ntoort between the mother and . son . " They were confused , abashed , and the hot blood begat ) to leave their faces . " She stood erect like a utatne , her cheek pale- as a . shew , her eyes glittering like basilisks ; nhe looked at neither of them . " She slowly rained her left hand , nho withdrew a ruby ring from it , and dropped the ring on the sand between the two . " Mho turned on her heel , and wiih gone , as she , had come , without ; a word spoken . " They looked at ono another , ntupifled at fust ; after a considerable pauno the Hteru old woman stooped , picked up the ring , and in s pile of a certain chill that the young womim'H ini \ jeHtic Borrow hnd given her , said , placing it on her own finger Thin is for your wifo !!!'

    "' It will be for my coffin , then / said her son , so coldly , so bitterly , and s solemnly , that the mother ' s heart began to quake . ' ¦ . ¦ -. "' Mother / said he , calmly , ' forgive me , and accept your son ' s arnr / - ^ I w'll my son !'— ' We are alone in the world now , mother / " ' We will not cruelly spoil the novel reader ' s interest by narrating how matters were finally arranged ; there are some , people who never forgive such impertinent information ! Charles Delmer has reached a second edition before We have found space to squeeze in a notice of it . This , and the very loud laudations of our contemporaries , would seem to imply that the work had unusual

    attractions ; but we must honestly confess we have not discovered them It is written by one who has obviously ten times the brain of ordinary novel purveyors , but who has not their art de confer , such as it is , nor their means of beguiling a languid attention , It is a political novel , full of excellent writing , and nevertheless tedious . Lord Palmerston and D'lsraeli are more amusing in reality than in these pages . The political discussions have a leading article tone . Charles BullerV friends will recognise the portrait , but not the likeness . Polities are interesting , leading articles are interesting , sketches of public men are interesting ; and they have been used before now as ornaments to inferior novels ; but they cannot be made the staple even of inferior novels , and this is the mistake of the extremely clever author of Charles Delmer .

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    ikmt m "ffsans © tomi pa ^ ms * Tin ? general avidity to benefit by the temporaly Gallery of Art ] 3 ^ distinctive feature of the Industrial Exhibition . Prom whence the W ™ of art in Dublin has arisen , or by what secret agency it lms been fostcro , it is difficult to imagine . The annual exhibitions have boon mediocre , ft one display of the ancient masters in the year of famine , to raise a iu for the poor , has constituted the extent of opportunity accorded Ireland . . ,. Out of the daily ton thousand visitors , nine thousand aflsemblo m t » Courts of Art , until the conoludimr eoneerf , calk tho fashionable . ;

    promenade . A . few may be Heen clustered round Hunt and itoskeH h - ^* marking how tho diamond workers have followed every libra * of tluj ¦ J or tho drooping petals , of tho flowers . Borne sock a place m the g ) i " < to feast , tho ear with the organs hi tho magnificent Logbcsang , or i | lO f jjj , passion of the Irish a . irs . Nome glad their even with the sigh' - < ¦) , flrJJ 0 wavering crowd , the playing fountains , the aisle ^ from the hanging 'J" ' jT jfl of China to the littlo philosophical seetion where the banner ol v \ - ^ droops , with the somewhat-garish background oft . ho Zollveroin 1 UU , , Q } o or turn a glance to the less inviting manufacture of Britain , wn << \ shuttles and looms endeavour to make their busy music heard . J nji ( j only at ; the close of the day . During tho day the scene is var { - . "T ^ foloti * Jrish in its aspects . Ladies may be seen with lorgnettes , damty . ( , nttt . and gold-pencils , diligently taking notes , gentlemen marking * | , ] ioir logues for purchase , and " ' fashionable" people with gold glasses voT Angora seeming languidly indifferent , but when some fuvouroa

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    PERSIAN SONG . They say that once a soldier , on a dark and dreary night , Kept watch upon the palace of a Persian King of might : The ground was thickly cover'd o ' er with hail , and sleet , and snow , And bleakly bitter did the blast o ' er that poor soldier blow . The monarch , cloth'd in folds of fur , upon the terrace stroll ' d , And chane'd to see the sentinel , all quivering in the cold . His heart was moved to pity , when his eyes beheld the sight , And sorely did he feel for those who watch'd on such a night . " ¦ Brave soldier , stay ! " the monarch cried , " who guardest thus my life , And fight ' st my cause in battle fields , with dread and danger rife , A cloak of fur I'll bring to tliee , 'twill shield thee from the blast , And be to thee a faithful friend , till winter ' s storms have pass'd . " The king , within the inner halls , in eager haste , retired , To search him for the cloak of fur the sentinel requir'd , But eve his search was ended , lo ! his eyes beheld a girl , More stately than the cypress and far fairer than the pearl . She rose . Around the monarch ' s neck she threw her ivory arms . The monarch trembled , gasped , and sighed , while gazing on her charms . With passion , mute and motionless , the monarch to the spot The syren chained . The sentinel was suddenly forgot . In ecstacies of blissful joy the monarch passed the night , No clouds of sorrow eross'd his brow , to clash with his delight ; And when his eyes grew weary , and love ' s vigils ceased to keep , By beauteous slaves , on bed of down , the King was sung to sleep . Next morn the mighty monarch rose , and sought the halls of state , He asked his courtiers , each and all , " What tidings to relate ?" They answer'd nothing " new or rare ; the snow still hides the ground , And the guard who kept the watch , last night , frozen to death was found . John Lang .

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    We should do our utmost to encourage the Beautiful , for the Useful encouragea itself . —Goethe . '_

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  • Leader (1850-1860), Sept. 17, 1853, page 908, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2004/page/20/