fottiad. WANTED-BT. PATRICK. When Irish hills werefair and green, And Irish fitlide were white with daises, And harvests, golded and sereno, Slept in the lazy summer hazes; When bards went singing through the land Their grand old songs of nightly story, And hearts were found in every hand, And all was peace and love and glory; Twas in those happy, happy days When every peasant lived in clover, And in the pleasant woodland ways tine never met the begging rover; When all was honest, large, and true, And naught was hollow or theatrick— Teas in those days of golden hue That Erin knew the great Saint Patrick. He came among the rustier rude With shining robes and splendid crozier, And swayed the listening multitude As breezes sway the beds of osier. He preached the love of Man for Man, And moved theunlettered Celt with wonder, 'Fill through the simple crowd there ran A murmur like repeated thunder. He preached the grand incarnate Word. II) rock and ruim hilt sad hollow, rill warring princes dropped the sword tnd left the fields of blood to follow. Fa ries er yet did bardid song, 'rte. graced with harp and poet's diction, it It such +trange charm enchain the throng, A- that +ad tale of Crucifiction. Though lair ihe isle and brave the? wen, et still a blight the land infested. Breen vipers darted through each glen, And snakes within the woodier/chi nested; dud rind the banks where %iolets blew, And on t he slopes where bloomed t he pri TOBY, Lurked spotted toads of louthsonie bur, And coiling, poniouous serpents grintrtwe &nut Patrick said: •• The reptile race Are types of human degradaaiou,. From otber ills I re cleanaedolle place, And now of these • l'll rid the nation." He waved his erovier o'er his head, And lo: each venonied thing took unition And toads and snakes and vipers lied In terror to the circling ocean Why is Saint Patrick dead': or why Does he nut seek this soil to aid us • WIINe his mystic crook on high, And roils the vermin that degrade us!' slur land is fertile. broad, and fair, And should he fairer yet and broader: But nosieus reptiles taint the air, kod poison peace and law and order. For tuariliir stalks along each street, An , I Then goes lurking' through our alleys ‘5 hat reptiles worse does traveler meet in ilLdlll . B, hills, in Java's valleys" Ind when we see tilts gatnhling host. That 'itionrit 'up pract tee his a.ndttuit trick One knows not which woukLitawse utt most, The Clotikic s :l3 Justice or Saint Patrick ' it hoice Xitcraturt. --- WHO BITTETH IN JUDGMENT? I=l2 ftiaLL i.i..a) awl 11 dime Cll , Pugh 1,., , k ,ilotigh few ti ,I„-e Of the ' tit-% erwakt—ag.ain ! Ha. ha, ha! - I.et me think. let 1114 . think!' 1,,4,111 %,‘ roclied ..... • , the Fury -ik Jut 11 ,, t„• hair. and - it Inis ulhle pullet. without covering of an) kind , L. , /ii 1.1.11... 1 in„tha darkt.eit -eeiens.r. 1 col 01 :I late lievertitser slay s• 1.1 ..nbarre.ithrotioh , the broken panes, ". flake rd slam floated ~ awl 1 , 11 upon the lough, 1nt0.% eled , •200. 111.1,116•1e1 0 here. oio.ll.tta., ult.,. the •101,01. Anil smoke-Harked walls upon the tr.s.t I , :uic. hearth It seemed to speak flow •t er, , les 1,, .1 t iu evert gust, Is. breathe ul.terg corn , : . and to nlitspet lioarsel) .lot it the chin/uet and thr"ugh the /woken and hingeless door ii6wheri• else slid it .ecru t.. 11KrlI or gl%e outward inandestation isitlra tithe of the terrible liowcr that it slain' the solitary is lialit )t" tin', .11,06(0 , 1,..,111 Sear the wilidus%, oti - the broken chair. I....nang het rusted artns it yin the table. Wills her wan cheek prisised hard agattlat her tight-rlasped hawk and a.tew +mall ,•suin lying before her. ~ a t n Atimain upon %.1 tatee and t ' sirto the slim t kit 0 retch e.xpeneuces of a Ide ut lire-alOl - 11rellt . 1 %%inters Incl stalliped thy 11111 ., 2./101 cares of forts miserable vaar- Thri, pleas une. and a .hr wid for and •. 1 3 dirl..4r •.1 the • never-‘‘ Like-a l /tun: Let tit, think. tue think ." and the 1•oe.1 111.e l philett .at. A hilt. the day v -en dimmer Awl the , -now !ell fAster. drifting oftener into the. wendem. And thu- ut,ott her wrrichril •• pica ) une.aterld dime tit little k Ikea perhatt.. hettile threa th.• pain+) pittance to the beggar who errs •.•d his path. that he hall put the dagger in his to finish the traged tt hieli he began. •• This e. I lirtstinas FA tinh eight Z... 1414 to-night :•1114 . e . 1 11ar a girl of numy hope.,, and proud, oh, him proud. that he called me fair t tnly eight year. to-night. Ind I .at at a different hoard from this.— ..t me &ink from this vile little whirl h a - o often drowned perhaps It may bring hawk iioniething of the jo) it Inch then um , mine •• I remeznher it well Hr came with my I,nither Dick ; he .at near me at the hoard, and l—well, well, VII not think of that ; 'twere better not, or 1 may forget wharthis night of all 'twere better I remembered. Ali, Jenny Irwin, you have never thought 1.-fore! " Will the world believe tii-tnorrow, when the tale is told, that this is she--the out , ast. In rags, brutalized, debased, int.tomidef Would it be believed that men e%er called !Lie beautiful? would it be thought that I was once the beloved of a.mother, the idol of a father's heart ? Ah me ! I grow sick t,, t4ink it all. Here, another drink The night is growing very dark--a 'merry Christmas,' forsooth ! Where shall I gn ? And yet, when I think, for very shame I would not be found looking thus by hint. It matters not now what bt.comes of this bauble. 1 have kept it for many years as .omething to bind me to the-past. I have ii ,, thing more to do with that now—noth ing with the I) , mA—floating mare !" The Wonsan drew a rich diamond cross from her bosom fastened by a piece of rommoil twine around her neck, which Hashed from the rag s of a street lamp through the window in strange contrast to the misery of all annind. 'rile night had now set in, and the room would have been quite dark but for the light of the lamps in the street. The snow u as falling steadily, drifting into the room through the window and down the broken ;o/d unused chimney. " Yes, yes," the woman went on, hold ing the cross in her hand, and looking at it through streaming tears, **l have been 4tarving, sick, homeless, friendless, dying tor bread. or, some t ling to quench my thirst, And yet I never have parted with this.— How many times the temptation has come to me, and how many times have I said to myself. 'My mother's blessing shall never leave me, for she gave it with this cross.' !las it never left me ? Ali ! who can tell? If my heart has grown hard, and harsh, and cruel; if my conscience has ceased to otet. she, itind.openedmialed,... iii, ..,.,.:, •."., , Ilifraulhe ~' • • ' \ . . . • ~ .. , . I • . . , i I . . . . ... - 1 • -.• _ • , . , .. .4- •- - - • ---- , - • , • • •4 •4'Y ' - - 77 - ,''''''''. I ":'-''',"" • '-' - '“ -- '73 — ;":''-' , Ptr -- " -. • - . , 1 ,•• -., • .. ..,:,.., kf y d x , - " ;:: -,- . • • • •••ve- / "'• - I • , , , autr 1 . : ,,.... T.: . ) . :: . : ,,, 1 014, ... , 44 : :: : 1.414 14 ,, ir .:, H , 1; itiph :.46- 731.hi5 .-7.1 . '1 :. < 7 l 4. ' i l •.. ' % 5 i 5 . 4•" •• A ,L.l,t - .E.,..- ,*x. vt flies Iv z . 0 eAcr - -4„.• .... , • i ' I • • ~ . , „....._ ~,....,...„___:. ,•,,,, _........:.... ~,,,,,, } : ,: .. , •: . •.. •..„ ...• ....._ ....,....._,,,,,.,..... .. 4 , . , • '•-•• a .'1 .. 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