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a spirit so apt to excite their sympathies, If any one imagined, however, that interposed and procured a respite for O'Connell was deficient in physical courage, further parley. An hour at such a crisis it was a great mistake. He had nerve to is generally equivalent to a life. He was sustain him in any danger, though it never sent back to his cabin; and before the was a part of his philosophy to court it. time allowed for the definitive enforcement As Madame de Stäel said of Napoleonof the conditions had arrived, the rage of whom the hero-inongers reproached for the conspirators had cooled down. After not having rushed, like Catiline, into the some further detention, he was set ashore thick of the carnage at Waterloo, and to join the other officers of the fleet. perished sword in hand-of death in itself

It was supposed that such an antagonist he had no fear; but death would have been would prove an awkward customer to a reverse, and to reverses of every kind he O'Connell, against whose personal courage had a decided objection. So neither was doubts were even then entertained. Not it any part of O'Connell's plan, with a long before, an unseemly quarrel with a brilliant career before him, to run a-tilt brother of the long robe had been adjusted at every one he met.

If he did not run in a manner little conformable to the out of the way, it was as much as either truculent notions of honor at that time his friends or his foes had a right to expect. prevalent. At some minor court, where The desperate course which he steered it was safe to take liberties with the pre- for nearly thirty years, in the teeth of siding power, O'Connell met an argument hostile administrations, among the breakers of the opposite counsel, Maurice Magrath, which separate the anchorage of the law with this unparliamentary rejoinder - from the wild serf of treason and rebellion, “Maurice, you lie;" and Maurice, taking is an answer to the absurd imputation of up a volume of the Statutes at Large that personal fear as a defect in O'Connell's lay convenient for such a purpose, flung nature. He was in fact daring even to the same at his learned friend's head. A rashness: and it is notorious that his message followed, and on the ground, wife's health suffered materially, nay, when the pistols had been handed to the very probably her life was shortened, by parties, O'Connell, who was the challenger, unceasing agonies of trepidation and alarm, exclaimed, with that dramatic pathos in lest his temerity should at length place which he had no superior, either on the him within the fangs of legal vengeance. stage or off it, “ Now I am going to fire Is it not absurd to suppose that such a at my dearest and best friend.” This led man would shrink into a corner from the to a reconciliation, and no powder was discharge of a pistol ? burned.

The story of his encounter with An ill-natured and sanguinary public D’Esterre is soon told. As he said himwas not slow to assign the worst motive self, in the letter to Lidwell, they had to the reminiscences of friendship at such “ little fighting.' It was nearly sunset a moment; and hence people were pre- when they were placed on the ground, in pared to expect an easy triumph for Mr. a field at Bishopscourt, in the county of D'Esterre. Party spirit could scarcely Kildare, about twelve miles distant from have run higher than it does now, but Dublin. The place was well chosen for personal hatred was a more avowed in- spectators, being near the foot of a hill, gredient in the feeling with which an from which many thousands could, and did, obnoxious politician was regarded. It is behold the proceedings, without crowding not a reflection, therefore, so much upon or interruption. A chilling sight it must the individuals as upon the spirit of the have been to the small party of friends who time, to say that there were men in office attended poor D'Esterre, to find themselves who would have rejoiced to see their for-hemmed in on every side by hostile ranks, midable adversary brought low in any whose menacing looks left no reason to manner. To such a feeling, at least, was doubt that a speedy retribution would attributed the passive acquiescence of the follow, should the result prove untoward authorities in the tumultuary state of the to the popular idol. They must have been capital previous to the duel, and their men of no ordinary determination, to have abstinence from measures of prevention consented to stand the hazard at all against when apprized that the parties had pro- such threatening odds ; no rules of chivalry ceeded to the field.

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exclusively by the partisans of an adverse cedent. Curran, a great many years beand angry faction; and it certainly argued fore, when he was a stripling unknown to but little magnanimity in the managers at fame, provoked a quarrel in the Circuit the opposite side not to have rejected such Court of Clonmel with one Walsh, the a fearful advantage, and proposed a more mob-favorite of his day, and they went secret meeting

out, accompanied by the whole court, exNot one of the whole assemblage main- cept the judge and jury. They were tained a more intrepid demeanor, under taken to a field, well inclosed with hedges, these trying circumstances, than D'Esterre. and placed in opposite corners, just as if However needlessly he may have sought they had been a pair of bulls turned into a the quarrel, being in, he conducted himself paddock. The whole population, from the with unaffected manliness. His second outside of the fence, eagerly watched and

a brother corporator, who, inex encouraged their mutual advances. They perienced in the science of projectiles, both fired, and missed ; a “lame and imaccepted the services of an adept in loading potent conclusion,” provocative of derisive the pistols. A great deal was supposed cheers, amid the echoes of which the to depend upon that operation ; half a grain combatants reëntered the court, to receive of powder, over or under, being deemed the ironical congratulations of their longequal to the square of the distance in robed brethren. determining the point of incidence. The But, on this occasion, it was no derisive old tacticians did not use to be so precise, cheer which rose up to heaven; but a loud but shook the charge, à discretion, out of a and cruel yell of triumph went forth from powder-horn. Happily it has almost the valley, and was sent back again from ceased to be of the least importance the hills, while its echoes were prolonged whether of the two methods be the more from field to field, and passed away to effective. But, on the occasion of which distant multitudes, who telegraphed the we speak, it seems not improbable that event, with incredible speed, into the heart over-exact science saved O'Connell's life. of the city. The hapless victim, of his

Mr. Frederick Piers, who had under own intemperate folly, lay writhing in taken the nice operation of measuring out torture; but the pang which that shout the menstruum necessary for giving the sent through his heart far surpassed—as bolus due effect, is supposed to have been he described it on his dying bed—the too sparing of his powder. Some persons, anguish of his wound. A bitter thing who were spectators of the event, alleged surely it must be to hear thousands of that the fault was D'Esterre's, who, in his your fellow-creatures rejoicing, with one haste to have the first shot, fired before voice, in your calamity; and such was the his pistol had be brought to a proper requiem which attended poor D’Es rre level. Whatever the cause, the bullet from that luckless field. The following entered the ground before O'Connell's feet, day, while the shades of death were thickand he, never the man to throw a good ening around him, his victor-taking his chance" away, took a steady aim and shot ease at his inn—was speculating on the his antagonist in the hip.

advantages which the Catholic Question The ceremonial observed on this occasion might reap from the patronage of the differed from that which was usually ob- Earl of Donoughmore. served, in the omission of any signal, or “So runs the world away.” word of command. The parties were placed on the ground, and left to their own PROGRESS.—There is nothing so revoludiscretion to choose their time, and to use tionary, because there is nothing so unnatthe weapons of offense which had been ural and so destructive to society, as the committed to them.

strain to keep things fixed, when all the The reason assigned for this departure world is, by the very law of its creation, from the regular usage was that D’Esterre in eternal progress; and the cause of all had, in a previous rencontre, fired at his the evils in the world may be traced to man before the word could be given, and that natural, but most deadly error of hit him; and that it was therefore deemed human indolence and corruption—that our advisable to preclude him from taking a business is to preserve, and not to improve. similar advantage on this occasion. It is the ruin of us all alike, individuals,

The procedure was not without a pre schools, and nations.—Dr. Arnold.

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Greece ? He is said to have had such DISCORDS IN MUSIC.

care of his voice, that he had an officer

about his person to admonish him when URNEY gives the following origin and his intonations were too loud; and if the design of discords :

emperor, transported by sudden passion, While harmony was refining and receiving did not listen to his remonstrances, the new combinations, it was found, like other sweet

officer had orders to stop his mouth with a and delicious things, to want qualification to keep off languor and satiety, when some bold napkin. One can hardly help wishing musician had the courage and address to render that the napkin might have been thrust it piquant and interesting, by means of discords into his mouth every time he attempted to in order to stimulate attention; and by thus

sing; for his savage laws of persecution giving the ear a momentary uneasiness, and keeping it in suspense, its delight became more

and the laws of harmony appear in strong exquisite when the discordant difficulty was

conflict. His singing on the stage, with solved.”

the singing of the martyrs amid the flames But all discords connected with music do he kindled, makes a terrible discord. not have the pleasing result indicated

One almost sees the genius of song above. There are some violations of the wondering and lamenting over the indifferspirit of melody which have no such sub ence of the burning and poetic soul of sequent compensating sweetness. There Chalmers to music. And who can but are some features of musical life which regret that while Charles Lamb loved his chord not with the harmonies of the soul. sister so tenderly, he cared not for the

We would here present some beautiful, sisterhood of song? We do not find it so and also some violent contrasts in the repulsive and difficult to observe the hoshousehold of song. It may be fortunate tility of Calvin to music, or to hear bim that we are not all gifted, in this world of pronounce it a snare of the Evil One ; for conflicting noises, with the delicate sensi- his heart was made of "sterner stuff."" tiveness to the character of sound pos

While we find a discord of beautiful sessed by Mozart, the prince of German surprise, ending in exquisite melody, in niusicians, who, on first hearing the blast seeing Luther, with his daring battle spirit

, of a trumpet, fell senseless to the ground. often pausing to touch his flute and guitar,

In violent contrast with this fine musical and cheerfully singing under the thundersensibility of Mozart, is the stupid appre- ing terrors of the hierarchy of Rome, ciation of an Asiatic prince, who was in we find almost a miracle of song in such vited to an elaborate musical performance, a chieftain moving to the fight of faith with the expectation that he would be without the accompaniment of any band of overwhelmed by its grandeur and beauty ; musicians, yet having a soul full of heroic but, to the astonishment of his friends, the melody. The singing of Luther is like most delightful part of the entertainment songs in a midnight of storm. The hymns to his ear was the discordant tuning of written beneath the dark and terrible coverthe instruments at the commencement. ing of his soul are beautiful as the golden This he desired to be repeated. It is to hymns of the stars, which we sometimes see be desired that nature may repeat very few for a moment between the opening and such men. Even a morbid delicacy in moving folds of the thunder-clouds at the hearing would be a far less calamity than depth of night. Such a hymn is his senthe wooden perception of the Asiatic tence—“ Music is the art of the prophets ; prince. Though he may have had a rich as it is the only one which, like theology, crown, he had a poor ear.

can calm the agitation of the soul and put We observe a very great discord in the the devil to flight.” Such words, from character of some men with their musical the stern lips of Luther, are truly like the ability, a contradiction between their life roses which bloom unchilled on the verge and their power in melody, a harsh con of the avalanche." trast between the qualities of their voice We have a kindred surprise in knowing and the qualities of their soul.

of the munificent request that Oliver Who can bear to look at Nero, with the Cromwell made to a musician, in bidding accompaniment of his bloody history, sing- him ask what favor he pleased.

Such an ing on the public stage at Naples? Who offer, from the rigid Puritan leader, is like can rejoice in his triumph, as he bears off listening to a bird-song among the crags of eighteen hundred of the prizes of song from a rock.

We will end this chapter on discords though she often had the firmness to say and contrasts in music, with giving a No! to Mary's unreasonable wishes, her beautiful variation in the life and death of little girl had sense enough to perceive Paganini, the king of the violin. When that her mother was right, and always rein the rapt and conquering power of his garded her with the tenderest affection. genius he played on his instrument, he is | It may be supposed, then, when the chilsaid to have seemed like one fighting with dren parted, how unpleasantly Mary felt some wild beast, tearing, struggling, and when she remembered her companion's finally triumphing. So that the professors words. of music, who listened to him, if not violin But Anne Townsend had never known players, thanked Heaven that they had the care of a mother, for she died when never attempted to perform on that instru- her infant was a week old; and, except ment; while those who were, threw away the nurse, her father was the only being their violins in despair.

on earth who had ever supplied her wants The words of an Italian give this de or watched over her with affection. When, scription of the peaceful ending of his life, therefore, she saw her playmates hanging in lovely contrast with the almost terrible round their mother, or heard them meneffort with which he played in the vigor of tioning her commands with respect, she his health :

often exclaimed, “ How singular! Now “On the last night of his existence he ap

if it were their father, I should not wonpeared unusually tranquil. When he awoke he der." requested that the curtains of his bed should It was a chilly evening in the autumn be drawn aside, to contemplate the moon, which

when Mary and Anne parted, and as the was advancing calmly in the immensity of the pure heavens. At this solemn hour he seemed

latter entered the neat little parlor at her desirous of returning to nature all the soft home, where a cheerful fire was burning sensations he was then possessed of; stretching in the grate, for the first time she missed forth his hand toward his enchanted violin-to her father from his accustomed seat in the the faithful companion of his travels—to the magician which had robbed care of its stings

arm-chair. He had been looking pale -he sent to heaven with its last sounds, the and unwell for some time; was not allast sigh of a life which had been all melody." | ways able to rise in the morning time

enough to see her before she went to “OUR FATHER WHO ART IN HEAVEN.” school; and when she had teased him the

evening previous to take her to the meS soon as my father gets better he nagerie, he had told her that he did not

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said Anne Townsend ; " for I have never spoke his eyes were so bright and his seen a lion, and I hear they have a very cheek so red that she thought he must be large one there."

well. • How do you know he will consent, “Where is my father, Mrs. Jones ?" Anne ?" said her companion, Mary Ste- | said she to the friend who took care of

the house. “O! my father never refuses me any “ He has gone to bed, Anne, and wishes thing; and indeed, Mary, when I hear you to be very quiet this evening; so your mother say No! so often to you, I come into the kitchen and take your supcannot help feeling glad that since I had per.” to lose one of my parents, it was

The little girl obeyed, for she was hunAnne hesitated, for she saw Mary's eyes gry; but after tea-time seemed very long filling with tears—"it was not my father." to her, for there was no kind father near

Mary Stevenson scarcely remembered to whom she might tell her little joys and her father, for he had died when she was sorrows. She had risen to the head of but a few years old ; but her kind mother her class that day, but now no one praised had entirely supplied his place. By her her for it; she had three times checked industry and activity she had been able to herself when on the point of contradicting provide for the bodily wants of her chil her schoolmates, but there was no one to dren, while her unceasing cares and timely rejoice with her; above all, she had restraints formed their minds and cor- grieved her intimate friend by a thoughtrected their faults ; thus was she to her less, and, she could not help thinking, orphans both father and mother, and unfeeling speech, but there was no one

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to receive her confession or advise her her mother, and in the afternoon goes off for the better. Poor Anne wept that night with a cheerful face to school, where, I as she said her evening prayer, and her am told, she learns as much by diligence heart felt heavy, she scarcely knew why. and attention as most girls do in the whole

There were not many more bright days day; and on Sabbath, who is more conjust then for Anne Townsend, as her fa- stant or attentive at the Sabbath school? ther never after left his chamber, and who ever heard Ellen Smith say an unscarcely his bed, while his cheek burned kind or naughty thing, or saw her do a brighter and brighter, and was often so rude, bold action? I do not want you, hot that it seemed scorching to Anne's Anne, to play with every little girl who lips, as she affectionately kissed him each wears a patched frock, lest you should day on returning from school. At first grow proud; but I wish you, and Mary too, he used to tell her how soon he hoped to never to shun a child whose example and be well; but now when she spoke of it the conversation can do you good, whether great tears would roll down his cheek, and she wear a coarse frock or a fine one." he would shake his head so sorrowfully Ellen coming in just then with such a that she no longer talked about it.

pleasant smile, Anne, heartily ashamed, One Saturday afternoon she was playing slid her bonnet into the chair, and, taking with Mary Stevenson, when a little girl her hand, went out of the room, and in a came in whose clothes were patched and little while quite forgot the patches. shabby, and Anne refused to play with her. “0, dear mother!" said Mary Stevenson,

“What is the matter ?” said Mrs. Ste- one day in the middle of winter, “ Anne venson, when she saw Anne with her | Townsend was not at school to-day, for bonnet in her hand.

her father is dead! Poor little girl! what “ Ellen Smith has come in to play with will she do, for she has no mother?" us, ma'am; and Mary will not send her “She has a Father in heaven, Mary." home."

“So she has, mother, but I do not be“ And why should she send her home, lieve she ever thought of that. You tell Anne ? is she not a good girl ?"

me, and so I always think directly-I “O! yes, ma'am, I suppose so; but her mean very soon—that when I get anymother keeps a little shop, and I do not thing my Heavenly Father has given it like to play with her. Besides she wears to me; but Anne used to say, 'My father leather shoes on a Sabbath, and just look gave it to me,' or, ‘My father will buy it how her frock is patched !"

for me;' do, dear mother, let me run up “ And who, Anne, has given you your and tell her about her Father in heaven, nice merino frock and morocco shoes ?” for she hangs round her father's coffin and

“O, my father, ma'am; my father gives screams that they shall not bury him. me everything I want.”

Maybe when she knows that she has an“But who gives your father his life and other Father she will not cry so." strength to labor for your comfort ?" Good little Mary was not suffered to see

* God,” said Anne, a little confused. her friend until after the funeral of Mr. “ And if it is the will of God that you Townsend, and then she lay so stupid should have a father able to give you nice that Mrs. Jones sent for Mary, hoping she clothing, and Ellen Smith one who can might rouse her. only keep her in a patched frock, are you “My father! my father!” screamed the to be praised, or she blamed ? Remember poor little orphan—" he has gone away, and that what God has given he can take I have no father!" away. And which is the better girl of “0, yes! Anne," said Mary, eagerly, the two—which is the more useful child ? | “you have a Father, and he is looking at Every morning early, though ever so cold, you and pitying you." you may see little Ellen carrying home a “ Where ?" she exclaimed in astonishlarge pitcher of milk from market; and ment. then, before she has tasted a mouthful of The little comforter, taking her by the food, she hastens to the workshop with her hand, led her to the window, and pointing father's breakfast. All the morning she to the clear, blue winter sky, said :is engaged in taking care of her little “ There! in heaven!" brothers and sisters, nursing the baby, or Anne shrunk back disappointed, and doing some piece of household work for I said, “I do not want a father so far off!"

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