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Miss Edgeworth generally employs;-but it is full of characters and incidents and good sense, like all her other productions.*

But we pass at once to the last, the longest, and by far the most interesting of these tales. It is entitled, "The Absentee;" and is intended to expose the folly and misery of renouncing the respectable character of country ladies and gentlemen, to push, through intolerable expense, and more intolerable scorn, into the outer circles of fashion in London. That the case may be sufficiently striking, Miss Edgeworth has taken her example in an Irish family, of large fortune, and considerable rank in the peerage; and has enriched her main story with a greater variety of collateral incidents and characters, than in any of her other productions.

wit, and kind-heartedness of the lower Irish; and makes an acquaintance at the latter with one group of Catholic cottagers, more interesting, and more beautifully painted, in the simple colouring of nature, than all the Arcadians of pastoral or romance. After detecting the frauds and villany of the tyrannical agent, he hurries back to London, to tell his story to his father; and arrives just in time to hinder him from being irretrievably entangled in his snares. He and Miss Nugent now make joint suit to Lady Clonbrony to retire for a while to Ireland,- -an application in which they are powerfully seconded by the terrors of an execution in the house; and at last enabled to succeed, by a solemn promise that the yellow damask furniture of the great drawing-room shall be burnt on the very day of their arrival. In the mean time, Lord Colambre, whose wider survey of the female world had finally determined him to seek happiness with Grace Nugent, even with an humble fortune, suffers great agony, from a discovery maliciously made by Lady Dashfort, of a stain on her mother's reputation; which he is enabled at length to remove, and at the same time to recover a splendid inheritance, which had been long withheld by its prevalence, from the woman of his choice. This last event, of course, reconciles all parties to the match; and they all set out, in bliss and harmony, to the paradise regained, of Clonbrony; their arrival and reception at which is inimitably described in a letter from one of their postilions, with which the tale is concluded.

Lord and Lady Clonbrony are the absentees; -and they are so, because Lady Clonbrony is smitten with the ambition of making a figure in the fashionable circles of London; where her very eagerness obstructs her success; and her inward shame, and affected contempt for her native country, only make her national accent, and all her other nationalities more remarkable. She has a niece, however, a Miss Grace Nugent, who is full of gentleness, and talent, and love for Ireland -and a son, Lord Colambre, who, though educated in England, has very much of his cousin's propensities. The first part of the story represents the various mortifications and repulses which Lady Clonbrony encounters, in her grand attempt to be very fashionable in London-the embarrassments, and gradual In this very brief abstract, we have left out declension into low company, of Lord Clon- an infinite multitude of the characters and brony-their plots to marry Lord Colambre to occurrences, from the variety and profusion an heiress-and the growth of his attachment of which the story derives its principal attracto Miss Nugent, who cordially shares both in tion; and have only attempted indeed to give his regret for the ridicule which his mother is such a general notice of the relations and at so much expense to excite, and his wish to proceedings of the chief agents, as to render snatch her from a career at once so inglorious the few extracts we propose to make intelliand so full of peril. Partly to avoid his moth-gible. The contrivance of the story indeed is er's importunities about the heiress, and partly to escape from the fascinations of Miss Nugent, whose want of fortune and high sense of duty seem to forbid all hopes of their union, he sets out on a visit to Ireland; where the chief interest of the story begins. There are here many admirable delineations of Irish character, in both extremes of life; and a very natural development of all its most remarkable features. At first, his Lordship is very nearly entangled in the spells of Lady Dashfort and her daughter; and is led by their arts to form rather an unfavourable opinion of his countryAn accidental circumstance, however, disclosing the artful and unprincipled character of these fair ladies, he breaks from his bondage, and travels incog. to his father's two estates of Colambre and Clonbrony;- the one flourishing under the management of a conscientious and active agent; the other going to ruin under the dominion of an unprincipled oppressor. In both places, he sees a great deal of the native politeness, native

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I now omit the original account of the two first tales; and give only what relates to the last,-and most interesting, and characteristic.

so good, and the different parts of it so concisely represented, that we could not give an adequate epitome of it in much less compass than the original. We can venture on nothing, therefore, but a few detached specimens: And we take the first from a class of society, which we should scarcely have thought characteristic of the country in question: we mean the Fine ladies of the Plebeian order, who dash more extravagantly, it seems, in Dublin, than any other place in this free and commercial empire. Lord Colambre had the good fortune to form an acquaintance with one of these, the spouse of a rich grocer, who invited him to dine with her at her villa, on his way back from the county of Wicklow. The description, though of a different character from most of Miss Edgeworth's delineations, is so picturesque and lively, that we cannot help thinking it must have been taken from the life. We are tempted, therefore, to give it at full length.

"After a charming tour in the county of Wicklow, where the beauty of the natural scenery, and the taste with which those natural beauties have been cultivated, far surpassed the sanguine expect

ations Lord Colambre had formed, his Lordship a stick. But where will I get your honour's hand? and his companions arrived at Tusculum; where he found Mrs. Raffarty, and Miss Juliana O'Leary, -very elegant-with a large party of the ladies and gentlemen of Bray assembled in a drawing-room, fine with bad pictures and gaudy gilding; the windows were all shut, and the company were playing cards, with all their might. This was the fashion of the neighbourhood. In compliment to Lord Colambre and the officers, the ladies left the cardtables; and Mrs. Raffarty, observing that his Lordship seemed partial to walking, took him out, as she said, to do the honours of nature and art.'

"The dinner had two great faults-profusion and pretension. There was, in fact ten times more on the table than was necessary; and the entertainment was far above the circumstances of the person by whom it was given: for instance, the dish of fish at the head of the table had been brought across the island from Sligo, and had cost five guineas; as the lady of the house failed not to make known. But, after all, things were not of a piece: there was a disparity between the entertainment and the attendants; there was no proportion or fitness of things. A painful endeavour at what could not be attained, and a toiling in vain to conceal and repair deficiencies and blunders. Had the mistress of the house been quiet; had she, as Mrs. Broadhurst would say, but let things alone, let things take their course; all would have passed off with well-bred people but she was incessantly apologising, and fussing and fretting inwardly and outwardly, and directing and calling to her servants-striving to make a butler who was deaf, and a boy who was hair-brained, do the business of five accomplished footmen of parts and figure. Mrs. Raffarty called Larry! Larry! My Lord's plate there!-James! bread, to Captain Bowles!-James! port wine, to the Major.-James! James Kenny! James!' And panting James toiled after her in vain. At length one course was fairly got through; and after a torturing half-hour, the second course appeared, and James Kenny was intent upon one thing, and Larry upon another, so that the wine sauce for the hare was spilt by their collision; but what was worse, there seemed little chance that the whole of this second course should ever be placed altogether rightly upon the table. Mrs. Raffarty cleared her throat and nodded, and pointed, and sighed, and set Larry after Kenny, and Kenny after Larry; for what one did, the other undid; but at last, the lady's anger kindled, and she spoke!- Kenny! James Kenny, set the sea-cale at this corner, and put down the grass, cross-corners; and match your maccaroni yonder with them puddens, set-Ogh! James! the pyramid in the middle can't ye.' The pyramid in changing places was overturned. Then it was, that the mistress of the feast, falling back in her seat, and lifting up her hands and eyes in despair, ejaculated: Oh, James! James! The pyramid was raised by the assistance of the military engineers, and stood trembling again on its base; but the lady's temper could not be so easily restored to its equilibrium."-pp. 25-28.

We hurry forward now to the cottage scene at Clonbrony; which has made us almost equally in love with the Irish, and with the writer who has painted them with such truth, pathos, and simplicity. An ingenious and good-natured postboy overturns his Lordship in the night, a few miles from Clonbrony; and then says,

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for it's coming on so dark, I can't see rightly.There! you're up now safe. Yonder candle's the house.' Well, go and ask whether they can give us a night's lodging. Is it ask? When I see the light!-Sure they'd be proud to give the traveller all the beds in the house, let alone one. Take care of the potatoe furrows, that's all, and follow me straight. I'll go on to meet the dog, who knows me, and might be strange to your honour.' Kindly welcome!' were the first words Lord Colambre heard when he approached the cottage; and kindly welcome' was in the sound of the voice, and in the countenance of the old woman, who came out shading her rush candle from the wind, and holding it so as to light the path. When he entered the cottage, he saw a cheerful fire and a neat pretty young woman making it blaze: she curtsied, put her spinning wheel out of the way, set a stool by the fire for the stranger; and repeating in a very low tone of voice. Kindly welcome, sir.' retired. Put down some eggs, dear, there's plenty in the bowl,' said the old woman, calling to her; I'll do the bacon. Was not we lucky to be up?-The boy's gone to bed, but waken him,' said she, turning to the postilion; and he will help you with the chay, and put your horses in the bier for the night."""

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No: Larry chose to go on to Clonbrony with the horses, that he might get the chaise mended betimes for his honour. The table was set; clean trenchers, hot potatoes, milk, eggs, bacon, and kindly welcome to all.' 'Set the salt, dear; and the butter, love; where's your head, Grace, dear?' 'Grace' repeated Lord Colambre, looking up; and to apologise for his involuntary exclamation he added, 'Is Grace a common name in Ireland?' 'I can't say, plase your honour, but it was give her by Lady Clonbrony, from a niece of her own that was her foster-sister, God bless her; and a very kind lady she was to us and to all when she was living in it; but those times are gone past,' said the old woman, with a sigh. The young woman sighed too; and sitting down by the fire, began to count the notches in a little bit of stick, which she held in her hand; and after she had counted them, sighed again. But don't be sighing, Grace, now,' said the old woman; sighs is bad sauce for the traveller's supper; and we won't be troubling him with more,' added she, turning to Lord Colambre, with a smile- Is your egg done to your liking?' Per fectly, thank you.' Then I wish it was a chicken for your sake, which it should have been, and roast too, had we time. I wish I could see you eat another egg.' No more, thank you, my good lady; I never ate a better supper, nor received a more hospitable welcome.' O, the welcome is all we have to offer.'

"May I ask what that is ?' said Lord Colambre, looking at the notched stick, which the young wo man held in her hand, and on which her eyes were still fixed. It's a tally, plase your honour.-0 you're a foreigner-It's the way the labourer keeps the account of the day's work with the overseer. And there's been a mistake, and is a dispute here between our boy and the overseer; and she was counting the boy's tally, that's in bed, tired, for in troth he's over-worked.' 'Would you want any thing more from me, mother,' said the girl, rising and turning her head away. No, child; get away, for your heart's full She went instantly. Is the boy her brother?' said Lord Colambre. No: he's her bachelor,' said the old woman, lowering her voice. Her bachelor? That is, her sweetheart for she is not my daughter, though you heard her call me mother. The boy's my son; but I am afeard they must give it up; for they're too poor, and the times is hard-and the agent's harder than the times! There's two of them, the under and the upper; and they grind the substance of one between them, and then blow one away like chaff: but we'll not be talking of that, to spoil your hon.

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our's night's rest. The room's ready, and here's | the rush light.' She showed him into a very small, but neat room. 'What a comfortable looking bed,' said Lord Colambre. Ah, these red check curtains,' said she, letting them down; these have lasted well; they were give me by a good friend now far away, over the seas, my Lady Clonbrony; and made by the prettiest hands ever you see, her neice's, Miss Grace Nugent's, and she a little child that time; sweet love! all gone! The old woman wiped a tear from her eye, and Lord Colambre did what he could to appear indifferent. She set down the candle and left the room; Lord Colambre went to bed, but he lay awake, 'revolving sweet and bitter thoughts.'

prevent her pursuing her observations from the hand to the face, which might have betrayed more than Lord Colambre wished she should know, her own Grace came in at this instant- There, it's for you safe, mother dear-the lase!' said Grace, throwing a packet into her lap. The old woman lifted up her hands to heaven with the lease between themThanks be to Heaven!' Grace passed on, and sunk down on the first seat she could reach. Her face flushed, and, looking much fatigued, she loosened the strings of her bonnet and cloak.-' Then, I'm tired!' but recollecting herself, she rose, and curtsied to the gentleman. What tired ye, dear?'

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Why, after prayers, we had to go-for the agent was not at prayers, nor at home for us, when we "The kettle was on the fire, tea things set, called-we had to go all the way up to the castle; every thing prepared for her guest, by the hospita- and there by great good luck, we found Mr. Nick ble hostess, who, thinking the gentleman would Garraghty himself, come from Dublin, and the lase take tea to his breakfast, had sent off a gossoon by in his hands; and he sealed it up that way, and the first light to Clonbrony, for an ounce of tea, a handed it to me very civil. I never saw him so quarter of sugar, and a loaf of white bread; and good-though he offered me a glass of spirits, there was on the little table good cream, milk, which was not manners to a decent young woman, butter, eggs-all the promise of an excellent break-in a morning-as Brian noticed after.'But why fast. It was a fresh morning, and there was a plea- didn't Brian come home all the way with you, sant fire on the hearth neatly swept up. The old Grace ?' He would have seen me home,' said woman was sitting in her chimney corner, behind a Grace, only that he went up a piece of the mounlittle skreen of white-washed wall, built out into tain for some stones or ore for the gentleman,-for the room, for the purpose of keeping those who sat he had the manners to think of him this morning, at the fire from the blast of the door. There was a though shame for me, I had not, when I came in, loop-hole in this wall, to let the light in, just at the or I would not have told you all this, and he himself height of a person's head, who was sitting near the by. See, there he is, mother.'-Brian came in very chimney. The rays of the morning sun now came hot, out of breath, with his hat full of stones. 'Good through it, shining across the face of the old woman, morrow to your honour. I was in bed last night; as she sat knitting; Lord Colambre thought he had and sorry they did not call me up to be of sarvice. seldom seen a more agreeable countenance; intelli- Larry was telling us, this morning, your honour's gent eyes, benevolent smile, a natural expression from Wales, and looking for mines in Ireland, and of cheerfulness, subdued by age and misfortune. I heard talk that there was one on our mountainA good morrow to you kindly, sir, and I hope may be, you'd be curious to see; and so, I brought you got the night well?-A fine day for us this the best I could, but I'm no judge.' Sunday morning; my Grace is gone to early prayers, so your honour will be content with an old woman to make your breakfast.-O, let me put in plenty, or it will never be good; and if your honour takes stirabout, an old hand will engage to make that to your liking any way, for by great happiness we have what will just answer for you, of the nicest meal the miller made my Grace a compliment of, last time she went to the mill.'"-pp. 171-179.

In the course of conversation, she informs her guest of the precarious tenure on which she held the little possession that formed her only means of subsistence.

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Vol. vi. pp. 182-188.

A scene of villainy now begins to disclose itself, as the experienced reader must have anticipated. The pencil writing is rubbed out; but the agent promises, that if they pay up their arrears, and be handsome, with their sealing money and glove money, &c. he will grant a renewal. To obtain the rent, the widow is obliged to sell her cow. But she shall tell her story in her own words.

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"Well, still it was but paper we got for the cow; then that must be gold before the agent would take, "The good lord himself granted us the lase; or touch it so I was laying out to sell the dresser, the life's dropped, and the years is out: but we and had taken the plates and cups, and little things had a promise of renewal in writing from the land- off it, and my boy was lifting it out with Andy the lord. God bless him! if he was not away, he'd carpenter, that was agreeing for it, when in comes be a good gentleman, and we'd be happy and safe.' Grace, all rosy, and out of breath-it's a wonder I 'But if you have a promise in writing of a renewal, minded her run out, and not missed her-Mother, surely, you are safe, whether your landlord is absent says she, here's the gold for you, don't be stirring or present. Ah, no! that makes a great differ, your dresser.-And where's your own gown and when there's no eye or hand over the agent.-Yet, cloak, Grace? says I. But, I beg your pardon, indeed, there,' added she, after a pause, as you sir; may be I'm tiring you ?'-Lord Colambre ensay, I think we are safe; for we have that memo-couraged her to go on. Where's your gown and randum in writing, with a pencil, under his own hand, on the back of the lase, to me, by the same token when my good lord had his foot on the step of the coach, going away; and I'll never forget the smile of her that got that good turn done for me, Miss Grace. And just when she was going to England and London, and young as she was, to have the thought to stop and turn to the likes of me! O, then, if you could see her, and know her as I did! That was the comforting angel upon earth-look and voice, and heart and all! O, that she was here present, this minute!-But did you scald yourself?' said the widow to Lord Colambre. -Sure, you must have scalded yourself; for you poured the kettle straight over your hand, and it boiling! O deear! to think of so young a gentleman's hand shaking so like my own. Luckily, to 66

cloak, Grace, says I.'- Gone,' says she.
cloak was too warm and heavy, and I don't doubt,
mother, but it was that helped to make me faint
this morning. And as to the gown, sure I've a
very nice one here, that you spun for me yourself,
mother; and that I prize above all the gowns that
ever came out of a loom; and that Brian said be-
came me to his fancy above any gown ever he see
me wear, and what could I wish for more.'-Now,
I'd a mind to scold her for going to sell the gown
unknown'st to me; but I don't know how it was,
I couldn't scold her just then, so kissed her, and
Brian the same; and that was what no man ever
did before. And she had a mind to be angry with
him, but could not, nor ought not, says I; for he's
as good as your husband now, Grace; and no man
can part yees now, says I, putting their hands to-
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gether. Well, I never saw her look so pretty; nor there was not a happier boy that minute on God's earth than my son, nor a happier mother than my self; and I thanked God that he had given them to me; and down they both fell on their knees for my blessing, little worth as it was; and my heart's blessing they had, and I laid my hands upon them. 'It's the priest you must get to do this for you tomorrow, says I"-Vol. vi. pp. 205-207.

Next morning they go up in high spirits to the castle, where the villanous agent denies his promise; and is laughing at their despair, when Lord Colambre is fortunately identified by Mrs. Raffarty, who turns out to be a sister of the said agent, and, like a god in epic poetry, turns agony into triumph!

We can make room for no more now, but the epistle of Larry Brady, the good-natured postboy, to his brother, giving an account of the return of the family to Clonbrony. If Miss Edgeworth had never written any other thing, this one letter must have placed her at the very top of our scale, as an observer of character, and a mistress in the simple pathetic. We give the greater part of this extraordinary production.

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My dear brother,-Yours of the 16th, enclosing the five pound note for my father, came safe to hand Monday last; and, with his thanks and blessing to you, he commends it to you herewith enclosed back again, on account of his being in no immediate necessity, nor likelihood to want in future, as you shall hear forthwith; but wants you over, with all speed, and the note will answer for travelling charges; for we can't enjoy the luck it has pleased God to give us, without yees: put the rest in your pocket, and read it when you've time. "Now, cock up your ears, Pat! for the great news is coming, and the good. The master's come home-long life to him and family come home yesterday, all entirely! The ould lord and the young lord, (ay there's the man, Paddy !) and my lady, and Miss Nugent. And I driv Miss Nugent's maid, that maid that was, and another; so I had the luck to be in it alone wid'em, and see all, from first to last. And first, I must tell you, my young Lord Colambre remembered and noticed me the minute he lit at our inn, and condescended to beckon at me out of the yard to him, and axed me 'Friend Larry,' says he, did you keep your promise? My oath again the whiskey is it?' says I. My Lord, I surely did,' said I; which was true, as all the country knows I never tasted a drop since. And I'm proud to see your honour, my lord, as good as your word too, and back again among us. So then there was a call for the horses; and no more at that time passed betwix' my young lord and me, but that he pointed me out to the ould one, as I went off. I noticed and thanked him for it in my heart, though I did not know all the good was to come of it. Well no more of myself, for the present.

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Ogh, it's I driv 'em well; and we all got to the great gate of the park before sunset, and as fine an evening as ever you see; with the sun shining on the tops of the trees, as the ladies noticed the leaves changed, but not dropped, though so late in the season. I believe the leaves knew what they were about, and kept on, on purpose to welcome them; and the birds were singing; and I stopped whistling, that they might hear them: but sorrow bit could they hear when they got to the park gate, for there was such a crowd, and such a shout, as you never see-and they had the horses off every carriage entirely, and drew 'em home, with blessings, through the park. And, God bless 'em, when they got out, they didn't go shut themselves up in the great drawing-room, but went straight out to the tirrass, to satisfy the eyes and hearts that

followed them. My lady laning on my young lord, and Miss Grace Nugent that was, the beautifullest angel that ever you set eyes on, with the finest complexion and sweetest of smiles, laning upon the old lord's arm, who had his hat off, bowing to all, and noticing the old tenants as he passed by name. O, there was great gladness, and tears in the midst; for joy I could scarcely keep from myself.

"After a turn or two upon the tirrass, my Lord he come to the edge of the slope, and looked down Colambre quit his mother's arm for a minute, and and through all the crowd for some one. Is it the widow O'Neill, my lord?' says I; 'she's yonder, with the spectacles on her nose, betwixt her son and daughter, as usual. Then my lord beckoned, and they did not know which of the tree would stir and then he gave tree beckons with his own finger, and they all tree came fast enough to the bottom of the slope, forenent my lord; and he went down and helped the widow up, (O, he's the true jantleman,) and brought 'em all tree upon the tirrass, to my lady and Miss Nugent; and I was up close after, that I might hear, which wasn't manners, but I couldn't help it! So what he said I don't well know, for I could not get near enough after all. But I saw my lady smile very kind, and take the widow O'Neill by the hand, and then my Lord Colambre 'troduced Grace to Miss Nugent, and there was the word namesake, and something about a check curtains; but whatever it was, they was all greatly pleased: then my Lord Colambre turned and looked for Brian, who had fell back, and took him with some commendation to my lord his father. And my lord the master said, which I didn't know till after, that they should have their house and farm at the ould rent; and at the surprise, the widow dropped down dead; and there was a cry as for ten berrings. Be qu'ite,' says I, 'she's only kilt for joy; and I went and lift her up, for her son had no more strength that minute than the child new born; and Grace trembled like a leaf, as white as the sheet, but not long, for the mother came to, and was as well as ever when I brought some water, which Miss Nugent handed to her with her own hand.

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"That was always pretty and good,' said the widow, laying her hand upon Miss Nugent, and kind and good to me and mine. That minute there was music from below. The blind harper, O'Neill, with his harp, that struck up Gracey Nugent!' And that finished, and my Lord Colambre smiling with the tears standing in his eyes too, and the ould lord quite wiping his, I ran to the tirrass brink to bid O'Neill play it again; but as I run, I thought I heard a voice call Larry.

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"Who calls Larry?' says I. 'My Lord Colambre calls you, Larry,' says all at once; and four takes me by the shoulders, and spins me round. There's my young lord calling you. Larry-run for your life.' So I run back for my life, and walked respectful, with my hat in my hand, when I got near. Put on your hat, my father desires it,' says my Lord Colambre. The ould lord made a sign to that purpose, but was too full to speak. Where's your father?' continues my young lord.

He's very ould, my lord,' says I.-I didn't ar you how ould he was,' says he; but where is he?' -He's behind the crowd below; on account of his infirmities he couldn't walk so fast as the rest, my lord,' says I; but his heart is with you, if not his body.'-I must have his body too so bring him bodily before us; and this shall be your warrant for so doing,' said my lord, joking. For he knows the natur of us, Paddy, and how we love a joke in our hearts, as well as if he had lived all his life in Ireland; and by the same token will, for that rason, do what he pleases with us, and more may be than a man twice as good, that never would smile on us.

"But I'm telling you of my father. I've a warrant for you, father,' says I; and must have you bodily before the justice, and my lord chief justice.' So he changed colour a bit at first; but

he saw me smile. And I've done no sin,' said he ; and, Larry, you may lead me now, as you led me all my life.'-And up the slope he went with me, as light as fifteen; and when we got up, my Lord Clonbrony said, 'I am sorry an old tenant, and a good old tenant, as I hear you were, should have been turned out of your farm. Don't fret, it's no great matter, my lord,' said my father. I shall be soon out of the way; but if you would be so kind to speak a word for my boy here, and that I could afford, while the life is in me, to bring my other boy back out of banishment

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And the drawing-rooms, the butler was telling me, is new hung; and the chairs, with velvet, as white as snow, and shaded over with natural flowers, by Miss Nugent.-Oh! how I hope what I guess will come true, and I've rason to believe it will, for I dream't in my bed last night, it did. But keep yourself to yourself-that Miss Nugent (who is no more Miss Nugent, they say, but Miss Reynolds, and has a new-found grandfather, and is a big heiress, which she did not want in my eyes, nor in my young lord's,) I've a notion, will be sometime, and may be sooner than is expected, my Lady VisThen,' says my Lord Clonbrony, 'I'll give countess Colambre-so haste to the wedding! And you and your sons three lives, or thirty-one years, there's another thing: they say the rich ould grandfrom this day, of your former farm. Return to it father's coming over;-and another thing, Pat, you when you please.' And,' added my Lord Co. would not be out of the fashion. And you see it's lambre, the flaggers, I hope, will soon be banish-growing the fashion, not to be an Absentee!" ed.' O, how could I thank him-not a word could

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I proffer-but I know I clasped my two hands and prayed for him inwardly. And my father was dropping down on his knees, but the master would not let him; and obsarved, that posture should only be for his God! And, sure enough, in that posture, when he was out of sight, we did pray for him that night, and will all our days.

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If there be any of our readers who is not

moved with delight and admiration in the perusal of this letter, we must say, that we have but a poor opinion either of his taste or his moral sensibility; and shall think all the better of ourselves, in future, for appearing But before we quit his presence, he call me tedious in his eyes. For our own parts, we back, and bid me write to my brother, and bring do not know whether we envy the author you back, if you've no objections to your own most, for the rare talent she has shown in country. So come, my dear Pat, and make no this description, or for the experience by which no! delay, for joy's not joy complate till you're in it- its materials have been supplied. She not my father sends his blessing, and Peggy her love. only makes us know and love the Irish nation The family entirely is to settle for good in Ireland; and there was in the castle yard last night a bonfire far better than any other writer, but seems to made by my lord's orders of the ould yellow daus more qualified than most others to promote mask furniture, to plase my lady, my lord says. the knowledge and the love of mankind.

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(November, 1814.)

Waverly, or 'Tis Sixty Years Since. In three volumes 12mo. pp. 1112. Third Edition. Edinburgh: 1814.*

Ir is wonderful what genius and adherence written-composed, one half of it, in a diato nature will do, in spite of all disadvan-lect unintelligible to four-fifths of the reading tages. Here is a thing obviously very hastily, population of the country-relating to a period and, in many places, somewhat unskilfully too recent to be romantic, and too far gone by

*I have been a good deal at a loss what to do with these famous novels of Sir Walter. On the one hand, I could not bring myself to let this collection go forth, without some notice of works which, for many years together, had occupied and delighted me more than any thing else that ever came under my critical survey: While, on the other, I could not but feel that it would be absurd, and in some sense almost dishonest, to fill these pages with long citations from books which, for the last twenty-five years, have been in the hands of at least fifty times as many readers as are ever likely to look into this publication and are still as familiar to the generation which has last come into existence, as to those who can yet remember the sensation produced by their first appearance. In point of fact I was informed, but the other day, by Mr. Caddell, that he had actually sold not less than sixty thousand volumes of these extraordinary productions, in the course of the preceding year! and that the demand for them, instead of slackening-had been for some time sensibly on the increase. In these circumstances I think I may safely assume that their contents are still so perfectly known as not to require any citations to introduce such of the remarks originally made on them as I may now wish to repeat. And I have therefore come to the determination of omitting almost all the quotations, and most of the detailed abstracts which appeared in the original

reviews; and to retain only the general criticism, and character, or estimate of each performancetogether with such incidental observations as may have been suggested by the tenor or success of these wonderful productions. By this course, no doubt, a sad shrinking will be effected in the primitive dimensions of the articles which are here reproduced; and may probably give to what is re tained something of a naked and jejune appear. ance. If it should be so, I can only say that I do not see how I could have helped it and after all it may not be altogether without interest to see, from a contemporary record, what were the first impressions produced by the appearance of this new luminary on our horizon; while the secret of the authorship was yet undivulged, and before the rapid accumulation of its glories had forced on the dullest spectator a sense of its magnitude and power. I may venture perhaps also to add, that some of the general speculations of which these reviews sug gested the occasion, may probably be found as well worth preserving as most of those which have been elsewhere embodied in this experimental, and some. what hazardous, publication.

Though living in familiar intercourse with Sir Walter, I need scarcely say that I was not in the secret of his authorship; and in truth had no assurance of the fact, till the time of its promulgation.

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