We reached a dascra half-way to Oran at sunset, and after giving my host a largess I disposed myself to sleep. My rest, however, was constantly interrupted by the execrable dogs, and made uncomfortable by the excessive cold of the night-dews, which came freely into the tentso much so, that I was fain to couch between a calf and a nanny-goat, and I never slept with more welcome bed-fellows. Ere the dawn I rose, anxious that we might reach Oran in time for the steamer for Algiers, in which I proposed to embark. My friend, the sergeant, was still sleeping in his cloak, but I arose to see how far the moon was gone down. A dozen of dogs growled as I got up-I durst not venture to the tentdoor unarmed, but hesitated between taking my pistols or sabre, and happily preferred the latter. The Frenchman afterwards told me that if I had shot one of the Arab dogs it was a chance whether my own life had not been forfeited. But I took the sabre, and when two of the curs set upon me I cut and thrust at one of them, whilst the other succeeded in biting me just above the knee. The tenants then turned out, and I could see that there was a general anger at the Christian dog for having wounded the Arab dog, though they were all the time regardless of the bite I had received. I was not without some horror at the thought of hydrophobia, and should have cut out the wounded part if I had had a sharp instrument, but my razors were locked up in my portmanteau, which was corded to the other baggage. It was time to set out, and as the virus of the dog's tooth had gone through the cloth of my pantaloons before it had pierced the skin I thought there could be little danger. Before departing I made the interpreter talk with the patriarch of the dascra, and found him in better temper than his people. "Why," said I," do you keep such a number of savage dogs in your tents?" He answered, can never be perfectly sure of not being attacked, particularly at night, by either wild beasts or human robbers; and we are secured from both by the number of dogs in every dascra. The lion, for instance, never now attacks a dascra, because lions have a sort of traditional knowledge among them. The father-lion tells his son, 'Don't go down to that encampment on the plain, for there are twenty tents, and every tent has five dogs. These dogs are poor creatures to be sure, and your paw or your tail will knock them off like mice; but still they will harass and hang on you, and give time to the Arabs to level their guns and shoot you.' The same is the case with the robbers," quoth the Arab, "and in this way we keep them away from us."

"We

I returned to Oran in the wished-for time, but find that the steamer is not to sail till to-morrow. By that time I shall have taken leave of my friends at Oran, and shall be the bearer of this letter to you as far as Algiers from thence I mean to embark for Marseilles, and in a few weeks I shall see you in London.

ILDERIM.

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BY THE AUTHOR OF CORN-LAW RHYMES."

'TWAS when the unholiest warfare drench'd in blood

Columbia. Of her woes spectator stood

Ilderim, laughing with vindictive ire.

Where terror hymns th' Eternal, sojourns he

In gloomy singleness, and royally

Maketh his diadem the meteor's fire.

Climes wild as fancy claim him all their own:
Dark, from his thunder-smitten granite throne
Of vast extravagant greatness, he looks down

On worlds of woods, and borroweth of the night
Clouds swirl'd with thunder, for a garment: brigh.
The lightnings play beneath his shadow's frown.
O'er land and lake, as wide the battle flamed,
Now, now, devouring Discord!" he exclaim'd,
"Now extirpate this homicidal race!

Destroyers of my children! groan and wail!
Fiends of the deep, as spectred ocean pale!
Now sweep each other from earth's blasted face!
"Dire was the day when ye the sad winds chain'd,
And o'er the blue deep sought my isles profaned!
Too, too prophetic, I removed my seat,

And on my mountain-realm, in wrath and fear, Throned my dark stature. Will you brave me here? And smite my children at their parent's feet?

"Halt!-Goblins wan, your day of woe is come!

Quake, like these mountains, while I stamp your doom !—
My sons shall furnish ye with dreams that shriek,
Wake ye to death, which none but white men dread,
Rip the red scalp from every coward head,

And laugh to scorn your womanish wailing weak.
"Ye shadows of the ocean's drown'd, be pale!
If mine eternal hatred aught avail,

Ye want not awful cause. Now shall ye feel
Pangs, not remorse; and curse the servile sea,
That bore your sires from shores without a tree,
To smite my forests with the axe of steel."
Thus spake the tempest-rolling Ilderim,
In accents like the shout of seraphim

O'er Satan vanquish'd. Took he then his shield
Of beaten fire, that scorch'd the fever'd air,
And bade th' unbridled elements prepare,
Slaves of his will, to bear him to the field.
Whirlwind and lightning roll'd his car abroad:
High o'er the billows of the storm he rode,
And wanton'd in th' intolerable light;

And while the heavens beneath his axle bow'd,
He smote, with iron stroke, the groaning cloud
Whose blackness shrouded earth in flamy night.
Oh, not with wilder pomp and majesty
(While clouds are scatter'd o'er the moaning sea,
And shipwreck's phantom far his sighing sends
Around the barren isles) the showery bow
Of autumn o'er a land of valleys low,

And woods of gloom, and rocks, and torrents, bends!
Where'er he saw the white men's lightning flame,
He stoop'd from burden'd air: wrathful, he came
In fire and darkness, o'er their fiendlike war;
Shock'd them together with the thunder's crash,
Laugh'd as they writhed beneath his burning lash,
Then, with his frown of horror, chased them far.

ILLUSTRATIONS OF IRISH PRIDE.

BY MRS. S. C. HALL.

HARRY O'REARDON.-PART II.

It was one of those fine sunny mornings which, in the country, brings buds and butterflies to perfection; and in town- -no matter, be it capital or county-draws every beau and every belle into the streets and promenades. In London even, the very aristocrats look as if being aristocrats gave them something to do, something to think about. In Dublin, the loungers, male and female, always appear as if any species of earthly employment would be a relief. The motion of the young men, as they move about the streets, is something between a lounge and a swagger: if you can understand my meaning, their idleness is intense. Up College-green, down Dame-street-up and down Grafton-street, again to College-green-again down Grafton-street-then up and down Sackville-street, again, and again, and again. If they have clubs they afford no novelty. There is no House of Commons-no opera-no concert! Is it to be wondered at, then, that their naturally active temperament, kept in order by what they imagine fashion, sometimes boils over in a row, or evaporates in a "shindy"? What else have they, according to their own expression, " to keep them alive?" Then the College youths-College boys, as they are most irreverently termed by their friends and companions-they effervesce occasionally; and altogether, taking one month with another, there are a considerable number of misunderstandings, which give them something to talk about besides politics and religion. To an English stranger, the idleness of the Irish metropolis has an extraordinary aspect. He wonders where, and by whom, business is conducted: he thinks within himself, that the greatest proof of the streets being never thronged, as in London, is the fact of the execrable conveyances (whose seats go flapping along like the inverted wings of a windmill) being able to drive with tolerable safety through the resorts of the "beau monde." He thinks the girls would be the most lovely creatures in the world, if they did not trip, and giggle, and stumble quite so much; and if they could but learn how to make their toilettes with neatness and precision, he might pronounce them-perfect.

The sun shone, as I have said, most brightly; the young men lounged listlessly in its beams; and the young ladies tripped and giggled as they passed, or stared through the shop windows at some "illigant muslins," some "darlint ribbons," or "rale English prints," not to be known from "French challis." Grafton-street looked unusually gay. There were twelve or fourteen jaunting-cars swaying from one side of the street to the other, the drivers certainly not knowing or not caring which side was the right or which was the wrong. Now and then a private carriage rolled majestically on its way; and a few phaetons and a "castle cab," that would not disgrace Hyde Park, made the English lounger (for the English, too, can lounge) think of dear London. The genuine Orangemen grouped opposite the College-gate rejoicing exceedingly in the prospect, interrupted midway by the "glorious and immortal" statue of their ugly, yet beloved, William. There it stood, the sun's beams hot

upon its head; and one old gentleman descanted most eloquently upon the "spirit and beauty" of the royal deliverer.

It is well to see Dublin on a fine day, when it is not raining or going to rain, to stand just where those gentlemen stood-Westmorelandstreet extending in its magnificence to the right, and the Bank, once the Parliament House, flanked by its pure and beautiful columns, like a temple of the olden time.

"I ask your pardon, Sir," said a fine-looking peasant, touching his hat, and addressing one of the admirers of the King who, according to the old toast, saved Ireland " from Popery, slavery, and wooden shoes!” "I ask your pardon; but is that the image of King William ?"

"Yes, it is," replied the questioned, who was an English officer. "You know well enough it is," exclaimed a fire-eating "college boy," proud in the new distinction of his cap and robe, and brimful of Orangeism and bluster.

"I did not know, young gentleman," replied the querist proudly. "If I had known, I would not have troubled his honour there with a question. Anyhow, when I did ask, I asked one who was old enough to understand, and civil enough to answer."

"Do you know who you are speaking to?" inquired the youth fiercely. "I do not know who I am speaking to," replied the stranger; "but I know who I am not speaking to."

"What, you scoundrel! what do you mean by that ?" said the young Hotspur, coming closely to the man.

"I mean I am not speaking to a gentleman," he replied calmly; "and, like a good boy, stand out of my light; for though you are nothing but a straw, still I can't see the image through your black cap."

Young Irish gentlemen are not in the habit of using much courtesy towards their inferiors; they are quick-tempered, and fond, like other youths, if they have authority, of showing it. In an instant the imprudent boy struck the speaker a blow on the face. It could not have injured the assailed, for he was much too strong and stout of frame to be affected by such a stroke; but it roused his spirit, and, considering the impetuosity of his nature, he deserved great credit for not returning it. Twenty or five-and-twenty young men gathered round their companion, expecting that the stranger would have "shown fight," and the officer, as well as the elders of the party, stood between them; while the man who had been so grossly insulted, after a brief mental struggle, looked at the lad, and, in a voice quivering with emotion, said

"It is not your friends, my boy, hinders me from punishing you; but I'd be loth to strike a child as if he was a man. There's as good blood in my veins, I make bould to say, as in yours. If any man thinks I deserved insult let him say so, and I'll talk to him. But as for you, poor child, I'd just like to have the whipping of you for ten minutes with a nate furzebush, and be sure it would bring some of the foolish heat out of your silly head."

The coolness of this reply turned the tables in Paddy's favour, and the English gentleman took hold of the youngster's arm, and almost forcibly walked him off down Grafton-street.

"This is the second row you have got into, to my knowledge, within a week, Edward," he said to the boiling youth. "If you were my son, you should apologize to the man you have insulted."

"What!" exclaimed the boy; "apologize to that bogtrotter! How dare he ask if that was King William's statue? Whose else should it be? I suppose he wanted King Dan there instead."”

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Very likely he would have no objection to such an exchange."

Upon my word, uncle Leslie," said the boy," it is quite shocking to hear you talk so quietly to such fellows, and about such things. If you were not my mother's own brother I should doubt your loyalty." "Because I did not knock a stranger down for asking if that was King William's image," replied the officer, laughing.

"Image!-image, indeed!" growled the tyro.

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"Poor Ireland!" sighed the gentleman; "where nothing but disputes arise, where bitterness usurps the place of reason, and where parties are continually pitted against each other even in the public streets. Edward, I am ashamed of you, and ashamed of the state of the country. Why, if you committed such an assault as that in England, you would have been lodged in the station-house by this time. By the way, ought not to have left that worthy countryman of yours surrounded by that hopeful college gang; it certainly was a scandalous outrage not to know King William by intuition. There, go into that shop and get an ice; it will cool your blood, I hope. And when you are cool, Edward, why then I must speak to you again on this subject."

Colonel Leslie was glad that he returned so quickly; for there was something evidently more than usual going on in College-green. Many persons had stopped, and the voices of sundry car and carriage drivers were heard in all the untaught and fiery eloquence of Irish debate. This riot, however, had nothing to do with the former fray. The countryman might or might not have been further annoyed, according to the variable humour of the party who had witnessed the event I have mentioned; but the loungers were in luck's way that morning-not one, but two events had occurred to dispel ennui. The College boys had been debating as to who the stranger could be that did not know King William! Some declared he was a Shanavest; others vouched for his being a Caravat a little fellow, with sharp grey eyes and a snub nose, insinuated that he was Captain Rock; while another declared that Captain Rock would not surely venture to look even at King William! The object of this scrutiny was as careless about it "as if," to use little snub's expression, "he had been born a gentleman." After looking as long as he pleased at the " image," he twirled his shillelagh in his hand, and walking on a few yards, inquired of an elderly man, who was setting his. watch by the Bank clock, "If them pillars were the Parliament House?" The old gentleman started and smiled, while he repeated, "The Parliament-house! No, my friend, the Bank! the Bank!" "The Bank, I mean; thank you, Sir," replied the stranger.

But before he finished his examination of that beautiful building there was a rumbling and a crashing in the street. A jaunting car, conveying two ladies on one side, and one on the other, had been run against by a species of machine happily unknown in any other part of the civilized world; it is called the Naul car, forasmuch as it trades between Naul and Dublin. How it managed to stray into College Green on that particular day I know not-for its destination was at the other side of the City. This specimen of Irish coach-building is drawn by two, or sometimes three, animals called horses, though as such they would not