agitation, looking upon O'Connell with no great | the last eight years of Mahony's life his articles favour. His sarcastic "Lay of Lazarus," in formed the chief attraction of the Globe newsthe Times of 1845, sufficiently proved this. paper. "They were put together like mosaics,” Weary of his London life he determined to says his biographer, "on little scraps of paper travel, and after wandering through Egypt, bit by bit, a tint being added wherever he Greece, Hungary, and Asia Minor, at the re- could pick it up on his daily saunterings. The quest of Charles Dickens he became Roman gossip of the day never failed to stir something correspondent for the Daily News in 1846. good out of the full caldron of his brain." His articles were afterwards published under Father Prout survived many of the brilliant the title of "Facts and Figures from Italy, band who had been associated with him in by Don Jeremy Savonarola, Benedictine the first days of Fraser, and died peacefully at Monk." He ultimately settled down in Paris. his residence in the Rue des Moulins, Paris, He is described by Blanchard Jerrold as May 18, 1866. The Reliques of Father Prout, "trudging along the Boulevards with his arms which originally appeared in two volumes, clasped behind him; his nose in the air; his 1836, illustrated by Maclise, were reissued hat worn as French caricaturists insist all | in Bohn's Illustrated Library (Messrs. Bell & Englishmen wear hat or cap; his quick, clear, Daldy), by whose permission our extracts are deep-seeking eye, wandering sharply to the made. right or left; and sarcasm-not of the sourest kind-playing like jack-o-lantern in the corners of his mouth."

Father Prout introduced Maginn to Thackeray, and the Irish and English littérateurs started a magazine, Maginn being editor. It turned out a failure, and Thackeray wanted to dispose of it, but Maginn had a share and thought he ought to be consulted. Mr. Jerrold thus gives his father's reminiscences of the affair: "I brought them together, Maginn in a towering passion, but he was capital. In the meeting, at the old place, the Crown, he volunteered an eastern tale. It was capitally done, with all the glow and draperies; a very good eastern story too, of two pashas, close friends, and how they divided their property in a manner which gave all of it to one of them. You will wonder, but Thackeray listened delightedly to the end, and didn't see Billy Maginn's drift. The boys! the boys! All this was before you were born." During

Mahony, like many of his talented compatriots, had the light sparkling humour and easy abandon of the French. He had also "that touch of the boy in him which has been marked in men of the highest stamp." Like his friend Magiun, a profound scholar, and like him also in refraining from any work requiring continuous effort, he preferred stringing his pearls of fancy at his own will and in his own way, too learned to overestimate his abilities, and too philosophical to care for the opinion of the world. It may be that we do not now attach so much importance to his linguistic attainments as was the fashion when his poems first appeared. It would be a mistake, however, to regard Mahony merely as the author of some clever tours de force. His poems display, besides a brightness and keenness of wit, an infinite humour that entitle him to a place among the great masters of comedy. The Last Reliques of Father Prout, by Blanchard Jerrold, appeared in 1876.]