mingling with the past, than a myriad of voices could tell us in the templed city, or many a descriptive dream could image to the soul; and to Emily there was sadness in this secret divination of nature. The sea was between her and her parents; perhaps something more grand, and dread of which that sea was a symbol-Eternity. One-One only, was ever present, her Father-her Preserver-her Guide: to Him she poured forth a deep and fervent supplication. The sense of distance was lost in the contemplation of infinitude. The sense of one Omnipresence in time and in eternity, common to us all, and those dearest to us, diminishes the bitterness of separation.

The novelty and beauty of the night-scene drew the young bride's attention from her own melancholy thoughts. The shouts of the peasantry, the rapid drive by the brink of the waves to the belt which joined the upper road to the beach, the lighted fires that in every direction shot up their flashing welcome to a new mistress, all tended to produce a cheerful and imposing effect. Mr. Harvey was popular not only as a liberal and resident landlord, but from his strong and well-known sentiments on

matters of political interest. He received his son's wife not with a cold or suspicious welcome, but with a warmth bordering on enthusiasm. He had heard of Emily Saville as an heiress—he looked upon her as his child; and whenever he had reflected that she was to be unto him as a daughter, he had never separated from the thought the conviction that she would also one day be a daughter of his Church.

Perhaps Mr. Harvey's feelings were more strongly interested in the stranger's arrival because he had no daughter of his own. It was a new tie, not equal to that of parental love, but yet so near it in name and relation as to produce an attachment like that flowing from nature. To him who has exhausted many of the pleasures and affections of life, perhaps there cannot be a more delightful vision than the sight of a young girl, in her full and blossoming loveliness, coming unto him as if she had been nurtured in his bosom, and opening a new stream of affection in his heart, and promising to be with him as if she had been given to him in her infancy by heaven, until all things new

and old shall to him have past away on earth for ever-and to be the mother of his child's children-and to keep his memory fresh and holy among good men by her pious care of those of his name so that in their life and history the sweet remembrance of the just may flourish, though he sleeps in dust.

Adrian was an only son. His cousin Everard had been educated with him as a companion, and visited with him in England. He also had formed an attachment to the daughter and sister of a Protestant clergyman: whether, however, the objections to their marriage arose from the difference of creed, or from some unfavorable development of character, he had been unsuccessful in his suit. The negative was of so decided a nature as to admit of no hope even in a lover. To Emily, however, he looked with confidence for her interest in the renewal of the acquaintance, for Miss Thelluson was her friend. Such was the state of the family at Bannow, where Mr. Harvey usually resided in the summer. He had another seat some miles nearer Wexford, one of the old castles scattered in such magnificent profusion

over the county. Barguy Castle was to become ere long the first scene of a drama which has left a tragic page in the history of Ireland.

CHAPTER III.

THE genius of the Romish Church appears peculiarly adapted to the national character of the people of Ireland. Even in the lower class we perceive often a pride of sentiment, a romantic and melancholy turn of thought, which is not to be found in any other peasantry in Europe; and to these are added an expectation of success without effort, and such a trust in a miraculous providence, as to induce habits of improvidence, indiscretion, and error; as though there were some peculiar merit, some original distinction, which entitled them in a higher degree than others to the tutelary care of heaven. A temper thus isolated and aspiring finds something correspondent in the infallible character of his Mother-Church, the pomp of her Mysteries, and the providence of her Saints. If he is not imbued with the meekness of spirit, and