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violent jirk, which soon puts an end to his agony.

In one yard, surrounded by a high wall, were the criminals who were allowed the open air. I surveyed them from a window, and was filled with melancholy at the picture of human nature in a state so abject: their actions, their gestures, language and dreadful screams, gave me an idea of the fell inmates of those regions described in Dante's Inferno. We at length came to the condemned cells, in which there were several prisoners under sentence of death. Very few of them appeared contrite; by the habit of crime, conscience seemed to have lost its sting,

“Even in that lonely hour when most it feels
And to itself, all-all that self reveals."

In one room, I observed through the twilight of a grated door, a poor creature doomed to death for some trifling theft. He was sitting on a wretched straw-bed-he turned his face towards me—it expressed the most settled despair. In moving one of his legs, he clanked the chain which galled his limbs_he sighed deeplyo" I saw the iron enter into his soul!”

My cicerone next conducted me to the door of the last cell in the passage. On looking through the grated arch, I saw a young woman sitting on a bench-she leaned with her elbows on the table, and hid with both her hands her streaming face-a large Bible was spread open

before her. She sobbed and seemed in the greatest agitation-tears trickled from her fingers and down her bare arms. Her agony was such

“ As those who feel could paint too well,
And none e'er felt and lived to tell."

You may easily imagine how I was affected; the picture was too heart-rending for my

feel ings, and, to use the emphatic language of Scripture, " I lifted up my voice and wept." In a few days, this unhappy girl will be launched into eternity! A whole life of wretchedness will rush into the short space still allowed her to exist. Imagine the horrid contemplations which precede her ignominious death! The unrefreshing slumbers-the sudden starting from them into the awful reality of her impending fate-the hangman like a spider crawl. ing near her--the hideous anticipations of the pangs preceding her last struggles.*-My imagination was filled with these gloomy reflections, as I turned down the passage I could contain myself no longer-I again gave vent to my feelings by a copious flow of tears_“But I am as weak as a woman and I beg you not. to smile, but pity me.”

“ present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings." Macbeth.

LETTER XXIX.

Here Learning, with bis eagle eyes

Seeks Science in her coy abode. BURNS.
To DR, CALDWELL.

Dublin, June 14, 1819. Since I have been here, I have visited Tri. nity College in all its details. The Museum contains many interesting articles of Natural History. The library is elegant, and well furnished with scientific lore, containing 70,000 vols. Graduates and sworn members only have the use of the library. The Anatomy house is in the Park. In the amphitheatre is a fine collection of comparative anatomy. There are some beautifully prepared specimens of diseased skin-among others, the hand and arm of a child who died of small pox, preserved in brandy. I was particularly struck with the skeleton of a giant, called Magrath. When an orphan, he is said to have fallen into the hands of Berkeley, bishop of Cloyne, the famous idealist. It is said that the bishup had a strange fancy to know whether it was not in the power of art to increase human nature. He commenced some experiments on the orphan, according to his preconceived theory-and the consequence was, that the boy was 7 feet high before his 16th year. He was exhibited as a show in various parts of Europe-he was, however, so completely disorganized, that he died of old age at 20! The bishop had nearly

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put an end to his own existence, in sagaciously attempting to find out the feelings produced by strangulation; but somebody was mischievious enough to cut him down, before he had experienced all the enviable sensations of hanging! This mad trick of his lordship’s, will explain his laudable conduct towards a wretched foundling

Over the door of the amphitheatre, is the following appropriate inscription from Dr.

Hunter's Introductory Lecture. Anatomy only, that we can arrive at the knowledge of the true nature of most of the diseases which afflict humanity.”

The park is the promenade and recreation ľ place for the students. It is an extensive green

of 8 acres, shaded with trees and possessing every advantage for peripatetic study and agreeable relaxation. The students wear dark gowns with large flowing sleeves, stuck with tassels, and caps fitting close to the scull! topped by a flat square piece of some stiff article.

The Trinity College was erected in the reign of the Virgin queen, in 1519. James I. endowed it with large estates in the province of Ulster. There are at present between 6 and 700 students. The medical lectures commence in November, and last 6 months; among the professors, Dr. M'Cartney lectures on anatomy and surgery, Dr. Barker on chymistry, and Dr. Tuomy on the practice of medicine. The vacation is in the months of July, August and

September. His royal highness, the Duke of Cumberland, is chancellor of the University.

The Dublin Society house contains a splendid museum of antiquities, minerals, and of the Fine Arts. The first room contains the casts from the Elgin marbles at the British Museum. Lord Byron satirizes Elgin very severely for stealing the marbles of the Parthenon at Athens, and takes occasion from that to advert on the unclassical phlegm of the Scotch, who, he says, are

« Cold as the craggs upon their native hills,
Their minds as barren and their bearts as hard."

The casts are either badly done, or the marbles were too much ruined to claim attention from any one but a Scotchman, who took it into his head that he had a taste for the arts!

Swift's Hospital is an asylum for lunatics; there are 180 patients-the boarders pay 80 guineas a year. As I walked along the passage, I heard “moody Madness laughing wild amid severest wo.” In visiting the wards I was frequently stiffened with horror, and confounded with the dreadful display of demoniacal ges

Some were in the agonies of religious madness; one who took himself for a king, was stalking about with great majesty; another awoke one fine morning and found self no less than the Pope! A third was busily employed in finding out the philosopher's stone! A fourth imagined himself the Lord Chief Justice! But the whole of them were silenced by the sound

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