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that your memory has given you the slip; pray
can you remember the name of the place where
your master lives?' 'Yes, and that I can,'
replied Michael, if I am not mistaken, they, it
makes me rather hesitate, they call it, hem,
botheration to them, Mountains Lodge, but I
can't tell what for, as I am sure it can hardly
be seen for trees.' 'Well,' replied Miss Medley,
'I see you are an Irishman, what part of the
Land of Bulls do you come from?' 'Land of
Bulls' exclaimed Michael, in astonishment;
'its all a mistake, you could see neither one
nor the other, for we call them Cows, but
(shaking his head) I know what you're after;
well, bless your ladyship, if an Englishman was
born in Ireland, I'm sure they would make as
many bulls as any Irishmen; but its all lies,
your ladyship, for I never make any bulls,
unless I cannot help it, and if I am mistaken,
well, Ise forced to it.' 'But,' asked Miss Medley, -x
'you have not told me the name of the place from
whence you come. Arrah, now, I'll be after
telling you, I am a gentleman bred and born, and
had been one yet, but my nurse changed me
for another, so that instead of being one, I was
always called Mike Brian, instead of my own
right name, but I had better have it as none;
my father's name was Mr. Patrick O'Brian, Esq.
rebuke maker of that swait little place called
Cork! but for what I can't tell; he was likewise
shoe-maker, and grand razors, and dealt in gro-
ceries; and my mother kept a confectioner's
shop, and sold all kinds of things, (though she
had not many, as she was poor) such as goose-
berries, black-puddings, red-herrings, butter,
and all kinds of fruit, treacle, mouse-traps, and

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other sweetmeats; and I've a broder who is also a man of business, he's a butcher and taylor, fishmonger, barber, and chimble-sweeper, and likewise follows the paintin business; and I've a sister too, (och, but we are a thriving family) and she sells all sorts of gauze, sassages," silk, oil, rat-traps, salupe and soap; so that you see we are all a very industrious family. But my old father, (I don't know whether I had one or not, but they called me his son) Saint Patrick, bless him,' continued Michael, 'died before I went into this here England, and I, like a loving son, had him conveyed in a I don't know what you call them, so that I might safely say, widout making a bull, that he had rode in a coach for once in his lifetime, 'Well' young man, (he was handsome as well as young) exclaimed Miss Medley, tired of his loquacity, 'here is a small packet directed to Mr. Augustus F. Clemence, Fountain's Lodge, the postage will only be a trifle, however you may take it, as I shall see him myself when he comes to town.' 'Och, by the powers, my dear,' exclaimed Michael, his eyes sparkling with rapture, and that is his own blessed name; you are the swaitest young crature that I ever saw wid my two eyes; I wish from my heart you were made our king, and then you might ware the braiches, and no mistake. And off the delighted, good humoured Michael went, his thoughts dwelling upon the kindness and familiarity of the polite Miss Medley. Miss Medley was one of those who had been blessed with a good education, which joined to an understanding and well-informed mind, and agreeable carriage, rendered her plea

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sant and delightful, both to her superiors and inferiors. Michael, in returning homewards, had nearly got to the end of his mortal journey, when in going past the stump of an old tree in the road, Hamlet pricked up his ears and began a snorting and kicking, in such a manner as made Michael almost at his wit's end; however, as he was a good jockey, he kept his seat, and by well using (as he termed it) his tooth-pick, which bye the bye was none of the lightest, soon reduced him to order. When he arrived at home, it was with difficulty he could speak, he was so benumbed with cold, after a five miles' ride; but when he recovered the use of that restless little member of his, (which was almost still in action) viz. his tongue, he went on at a most rapid rate, relating to the kindness of Miss Medley, (for she had on his entrance given him a chair) swearing by his patron Saint Patrick and Father O'Callagam, that she was the kindest and best natured creature he had ever set his two eyes upon, saving Miss Silviana. And in good truth, Miss Silviana was esteemed by all who knew her, as the mildest, tenderest and best natured lady in the County. Her heart and ears were ever open to a tale of distress, and no sooner was she made acquainted with it, than she would relieve to the utmost of her Fower. Whenever she went to take the air, she was certain of hearing and receiving the blessings and prayers of the poor; to the no small mirth of the gay volatile Ferdinand, who always made a jest of her, and with a sneer would say, 'she will certainly be taking a fancy to some low-born beggar,' when she had been administering the good things of this world to the help

less and distressed; for as the wise man says, "He that hath a bountiful eye shall be blessed, for he giveth of his bread to the poor;" again, "He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse."-PROV. As the poet beautifully

says:

"Blest be the pencil which from death can save,
The semblance of the virtuous, wise and brave,
That youth and emulatation still may gaze,
On those inspiring forms of ancient days,
And from the force of bright example bold,

Rival their worth, and be what they behold."-ANON,

May all my fair readers copy after this virtuous, lovely and agreeable young lady; and to those who possess more than sufficient of the good things of this world, may they learn and follow the example of one of the best and fairest of their sex; and render themselves beloved, respected and esteemed by all around them.

It would be in vain for my feeble pen to attempt a description of the loveliness of Silviana, (her sister being overshadowed by her pride) even mental imagination is too weak to do justice to the many virtues she possessed ; suffice it to say in the words of the poet:

CHAPTER II.

"Let me twine

Mine arms about that body, where against,

My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scarr'd the moon with splinters; here I clip,
The anvil of my sword, and do contest,

As hotly and as nobly with thy love,

As ever, in ambitious strength, I did

Contend against thy valour."-POETICAL EPITOME.

I should have noticed that the packet which Augustus received, was from his beloved companion Charles William Hargrave, son of Lord Hargrave, (as before noticed) of

Castle, in which were enclosed the following lines:

'BELOVED AUGUSTUS,-I take up my pen in haste, to apologize for my long silence, having never wrote to you since I left College, I have been very busily employed in making preparations before I leave Castle, as I shall have to do in a short time, to make the Tour of Europe, (which you know Augustus, was always my utmost aversion) accompanied by my tutor Alpedo. As much as I am against it, the very thoughts of which make me laugh, as I think we shall be very like Peregrimi Pickle, and his abstemious tutor. However I have some news to tell you; but with your leave, I'll first tell you what the word News is derived from:

"The word explains itself without the muse,
And the four letters speak whence come the News,
From North, East, West, South, the solution's made,
Each quarter gives account of War and Trade."
MIRROR OF WIT,