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this House, but whose talents and whose boldness have placed him in the topmost place in his party,—who, disdaining all imposture, and thinking it the best course to appeal directly to the religious and national antipathies of the people of this country, abandoning all reserve, and flinging off the slender veil by which his political associates affect to cover, although they cannot hide, their motives, distinctly and audaciously tells the Irish People that they are not entitled to the same privileges as Englishmen; and pronounces them, in any particular which could enter his minute enumeration of the circumstances by which fellow-citizenship is created, in race, identity and religion, to be aliens to be aliens in race, to be aliens in country, to be aliens in religion! Aliens! good heavens! was Arthur, Duke of Wellington, in the House of Lords,and did he not start up and exclaim, "HOLD! I HAVE SEEN THE ALIENS DO THEIR DUTY!"

3. The Duke of Wellington is not a man of an excitable temperament. His mind is of a cast too martial to be easily moved; but, notwithstanding his habitual inflexibility, I cannot help thinking that, when he heard his Roman Catholic countrymen (for we are his countrymen) designated by a phrase as offensive as the abundant vocabulary of his eloquent confederate could supply,—I cannot help thinking that he ought to have recollected the many fields of fight in which we have been contributors to his

renown.

4. "The battles, sieges, fortunes that he has passed," ought to have come back upon him. He ought to have remembered that, from the earliest achievement in which he displayed that military genius which has placed him foremost in the annals of modern warfare, down to that last and surpassing combat which has made his name imperishable, from Assaye to Waterloo, the Irish soldiers, with whom your armies are filled, were the inseparable auxiliaries to the glory with which his unparalleled successes have been crowned. Whose were the arms that

drove your bayonets at Vimiéra through the phalanxes that never reeled in the shock of war before?

5. What desperate valor climbed the steeps and filled the moats at Badajos? * All his victories should have rushed and crowded back upon his memory,-Vimiéra, Badajos, Salamanca, Albuéra, Toulouse, and, last of all, the Greatest. Tell me,-for you were there,-I appeal to the gallant soldier before me (Sir Henry Hardinge), from whose opinions I differ, but who bears, I know, a generous heart in an intrepid breast: tell me,-for you must needs remember, on that day when the destinies of mankind. were trembling in the balance, while death fell in showers, when the artillery of France was levelled with a precision of the most deadly science,-when her legions, incited by the voice and inspired by the example of their mighty leader, rushed again and again to the onset,-tell me if, for an instant, when to hesitate for an instant was to be lost, the "aliens" blenched?

6. And when, at length, the moment for the last and decided movement had arrived, and the valor which had so long been wisely checked was, at last, let loose: when, with words familiar, but immortal, the great captain commanded the great assault: tell me if Catholic Ireland with less heroic valor than the natives of this your own glorious country precipitated herself upon the foe? The blood of England, Scotland, and of Ireland, flowed in the same stream, and drenched the same field. When the chill morning dawned, their dead lay cold and stark together in the same deep pit their bodies were deposited: the green corn of spring is now breaking from their commingled dust: the dew falls from Heaven upon their union in the grave. Partakers in every peril, in the glory shall we not be permitted to participate; and shall we be told, as a requital, that we are estranged from the noble country for whose salvation our life-blood was poured out?

* Pronounced Ba-dah-yhōs.

XXXVIII.-PROSE SELECTIONS.

1.-REMARKABLE PATIENCE.

1. THE most extraordinary instance of patience on record, in modern times, is that of an Illinois judge, who listened silently for two days while a couple of wordy attorneys contended about the construction of an act of the Legislature, and then ended the controversy by quietly remarking: "Gentlemen, the law is repealed."

2.-CURIOSITY.

1. A TRAVELLER going from Erie to Pittsburg, fell in with a Yankee, each being mounted on a horse. The first was rather inclined to taciturnity, and bore with great patience the questions with which the New Englander bored him from time to time. Finally, upon the Yankee noticing that he had lost an arm and inquiring the reason, he replied, "I will tell you, my friend, if you will promise on your honor to ask no more questions." The promise was made. "Well," said the stranger, "it was bit off." The Yankee rode on in silence for several miles, but in an agony of curiosity. At last, in a transport of despair he exclaimed, "I vow to gracious, I would give a shilling to know what bit it off."

3.-COLONEL RICE.

"Some

1. COLONEL RICE spent the winter in Lexington, Kentucky. A friend of his went out to visit him. Sunday," says the Colonel, "I want you to hearken to our church bells here. There's four of 'em. Each of 'em sounds out its own denominational call.

"There's the Episcopal. That is a heavy, deep-toned, sonorous bell. Now you see if that don't ring out—'Postolic succession! 'Postolic succession!

"Then the old Presbyterian: that's most as deepsounding, and that says-Eternal damnation! Eternal damnation! Eternal damnation !

"The Baptist is quicker-a sharp, snappy bell, and that says rapid-Come up and be dipped! Come up and be dipped! Come up and be dipped! Come up and be dipped!

"But the Methodist: that's a crowner; it talks right out-Room-for-all! Room-for-all! Room-for-all!

4.-A QUAKER WOMAN'S SERMON.

1. "My dear friends there are three things I very much wonder at. The first is, that children should throw stones, clubs, and brickbats up into fruit trees to knock down fruit; if they would let it alone it would fall itself. The second is, that men should be so foolish, and so wicked, as to go to war and kill each other; if let alone they would die themselves. And the third and last thing that I wonder at, is that young men should be so unwise as to go after the young women; if they would stay at home the young women would come after them."

5.-THE SUNKEN LAKE.

1. THE Sentinel, published at Jacksonville, Oregon, says: "Several of our citizens returned last week from a visit to the great Sunken Lake, situated in Cascade mountains, about 75 miles north-east from Jacksonville. This lake rivals the famous valley of Sinbad, the sailor. It is thought to average 2,000 feet down to the water all around. The walls are almost perpendicular, running down into the water, and leaving no beach. The depth of the water is unknown, and its surface is smooth and unruffled, and it lies so far below the surface of the mountain that the air currents do not affect it. Its length is estimated at 12 miles, and its breadth at 10.

2. No living man ever has, and probably never will be able to reach the water's edge. It lies silent, still and mysterious in the bosom of the 'everlasting hills' like a huge well, scooped out by the hands of the giant genii of the mountain in unknown ages gone by, and around it the

primeval forest watch and ward are keeping. The visiting party fired a rifle several times into the water at an angle of 42 degrees, and were able to denote several seconds of time from the report of the gun until the ball struck the water. Such seems incredible, but is vouched for by some of our most trustworthy citizens. The lake is certainly a most remarkable curiosity."

6.-WANTED A RECEIPT.

1. Jo SOCABSIN, a Penobscot Indian, was sued for the sum of $5 by a white man, before Squire Johnson. On the day of the trial, Jo made his appearance and tendered the requisite amount for debt and costs, and demanded a receipt in full.

"Why, Jo, it is unnecessary," said the Squire. "Oh, yes, me want 'um receipt sartin."

"I tell you, Jo, a receipt will do you no good." "Sartin, Squire Johnson, I want 'um."

"What do you want it for, Jo?"

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Oh, spose me die and go to Heaven: then spose they say—'Well, Jo Socabsin, you owe any man now?' Then me say, 'No.' 'Very well, did you payum Ben Johnson?' 'Oh yes, me payum.' 'Well, then, spose you show 'um receipt!' Then me have to run all over hell, to huntum up Squire Johnson."

XXXIX. THE UNION.

MRS. SARAH T. BOLTON.

1. DISSOLVE the Union! Let the blush of shame
Hide, with its crimson glow, the brazen cheek
Of him who dares avow the traitorous aim.
'Tis not the true, the wise, the good, who speak
Words of such fearful import: 'tis the weak,

Drunk with fanaticism's poisoned wine,

Who, reckless of the future, blindly seek

To hold their saturnalia at the shrine

That noble souls have held, and still must hold, divine.

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