he came within the grounds, he should be dealt | with as a trespasser. Indignant at the insult, yet roused to action by the private intelligence that his Zeta was to be taken to the Convent of -, and there persuaded or forced, if need were, to take the veil, he concerted with his friend Lascelles concerning measures necessary to avert this threatened death-blow to their happiness. Fearful was the anger of Lord Bainham on learning that his daughter had fled, after being united to her lover in the private chapel of the castle by Lascelles, who now stood confessed a clergyman of the reformed religion. The monk was no less chagrined than his patron, to find that all parties were well beyond the reach of their anathemas, as Lascelles, having known Edward while Prince of Wales, he attended the happy pair to London, introduced them at court, and besought for them the young king's protection. Long, frequent, humble, and tenderly affectionate were the appeals from Zeta to her father, and fervently did she entreat him to see and pardon her; but the priest exhorted, denounced, commanded, threatened, forbade; and the heiress of the house of Bainham was disinherited, excommunicated, declared incapable of holding land or revenue, and her inheritance forfeited to the convent of --. Cruel as was this denunciation, it seemed light to the sorrowing daughter, when compared with her father's estrangement; but her husband consoled her with the hope and strong assurance that her parent would in time relent; and they could but rejoice that, in the meanwhile, they secured from hurtful resentment by the favour of his Majesty. This security but too soon proved a broken reed; on the accession of Mary, though they took no part in the advancement of the Lady Jane Grey, yet, being confirmed Protestants, they could hope for no favour from the new Queen; they, consequently, retreated to Flanders, the refuge for persecuted Lutherans. A letter, stating Lord Bainham to be at the point of death, again brought them to England, to receive, as they hoped and believed, his forgiveness, and to be entrusted with his last commands; but they had scarcely reached the interior of the castle before Sir James Acton was arrested as a heretic, and, as such, disaffected to the government; and, moreover, guilty of having caused, by marriage, the secession of a bride from the church. The nearly distracted wife, on her knees, implored her father to use his influence with the iron-hearted officers and their no less cruel Queen, in her husband's behalf; or, at least, to entreat they would permit her to share his captivity. were "The father's heart melted at her grief, but was hardened again by the stern dictates of his religious instructor; and, though he possessed the power to grant her prayers, denied them, | and, like a second Brutus, gloried in sacrificing his child, as if it were an action God-like and divine-forgetting that mercy is no less an attribute of Heaven than justice. Refused the privilege of joining the cavalcade which attended Sir James Acton to London, Lady Zeta | prepared to follow it on foot, in defiance of the united entreaties and remonstrances of her father and his spiritual director. At length, finding it useless to combat her resolution, yet anxious for her welfare, Lord Bainham petitioned the Queen, who granted him the privilege of detaining Sir James Acton prisoner at Bainham Castle, till he could affirm him reclaimed from his heresies. He was mortified in the extreme, when he found the fixed determination of the husband of his daughter to owe his release to no falsehood or prevarication—to be only equalled by the tender assiduity and unshaken fortitude of his wife; who persisted in sharing his cell. Stung to phrenzy at what he termed her obstinacy in refusing the indulgences he offered, in lieu of the gloomy abode of her partner, provided she would recant and leave him to his fate, and still hoping to bring both to renounce their faith by continued and aggravated severity, he commanded them to be separated. Then did the wife become incessant in her clamorous entreaties for admittance to her father, that she might beg a respite from this barbarous mandate, as well as some of the cruelties practised on Sir James. The monk to whose care and surveillance they were committed declared this could not be, unless she first abjured her heresy and received absolution. Worn down with misery and apprehension, the stricken wife was about to make some concession, when she was suddenly summoned to her father's presence. Shocked by the harrowing expression on his grief-worn and haggard countenance, as he lay extended on a couch, she would have rushed to his side; but the priest put her back, sternly demanding how she-a doomed heretic-dared pollute the last moment of the blessed. Then pointing to the nobleman, he cried-See you not that your sins have brought your parent to that grave so justly the right of your sinful self and wretched heretical partner?' Turning towards the dying man, he continuedLord Bainham has constituted the CConvent heritor to his estates, as a peace-offering to Heaven for the sins of his misguided child; and here, in presence of all assembled, he ratifies his will. Make some sign, my Lord, that this mistaken woman may see, may understand, she has no claim.' "Lord Bainham raised his eyes at the summons, saw, and stretched forth his arms towards his dearly-loved Zeta-for she was, she had ever been dearly-loved, through all his severities; the fancied necessities for which, warring with his paternal yearnings, had hurried him to a premature grave. The daughter had not yet withdrawn from that holy embrace, which none dared disturb, when the house, as if by magic, was surrounded with armed men, whose leader demanded, in the Queen's name, the bodies of Sir James and Lady Acton, alive or dead, with the keys of the castle; and the Baron to remain within the walls of his own domain until the Queen's pleasure should be known. Albeit Mary's well known bigotry for the Catholic cause assured the monk that the interests of his monastery would be attended to, he was averse to giving up-even in shew-the possession of riches, which a moment before he had deemed his own; he therefore essayed to make the Queen's emissary privately understand that all had been given to a convent; but he suddenly found himself and colleagues prisoners, and at the same moment a deafening shout of Long live Queen Elizabeth!' rent the air. Though these acclamations were prolonged by the echoes and re-echoes of the castle's walls, they failed to awaken to a consciousness of their purport the once proud and haughty Baron: unimportant to him who lived, who reigned, for he had begun his last and dreamless sleep. To the reiterated desire from the monk, who administered the extreme-unction, that he would give some sign of dying in the Romish faith, the expiring man had replied not by word or motion, so that some might be inclined to say with Warwick-So bad a death argues a monstrous life;' but we, as more applicable, subjoin the king's reply- Forbear to judge; for we are sinners all. Close up his eyes, and draw the curtains round; and let us all to meditation.' "But to explain how the armed party arrived at the castle in the very nick of time: John Lascelles, trembling for the fate of his friend, Sir James, no sooner became acquainted with Queen Mary's indisposition than he set about making an interest with the Princess, afterwards Queen Elizabeth, who, though closely watched and in some measure a prisoner, found means of corresponding with some sincere and longtried friends, who looked anxiously to her as the future reviver of Protestantism, religious liberty, and domestic peace, in place of the 1 horrors which the preceding years had witnessed. No sooner was Elizabeth fairly seated on the throne than Lascelles sued and obtained for his friend the royal release from imprisonment and the restoration of his confiscated estates, with permission to use what force might be necessary to rescue him from Lord Bainham's power. After their release, nothing could induce either Sir James or the Lady Zeta to re-enter Bainham Castle, the seat of their earliest joys and incomparable sufferings-sufferings embittered by the soul-rending consciousness that they were inflicted by a parent's hand; and though their having been dictated by religious enthusiasm in their eyes mitigated his guilt, the fact that such appalling severity was taught, practised, and encouraged by a priest of that religion, did not induce in them a desire to return within the bosom of the Romish church. They therefore continued followers of Luther, in the practice of humility and charity, lived to bestow the blessings of beneficence and good example on a widely-extended circle, and died lamented by all sincere Christians of every denomination. The castle was shunned from that time, and untenanted, save by bats and owls, which occupants have repaid their easy landlord by allowing it to drop into its present state of irremediable decay; and it is said by the country people in its vicinity that corn will not grow on its site." I am enabled to inform the curious in such matters, that corn does not grow on a particular spot enclosed by the ruin, but whether it will or not the present cultivator of the land declares he cannot tell; it never, to his knowledge, having been tried. LITERATURE. the good genii of steam-work they by Boat, or by Railroad, or Printing-press-Progress has certainly been slower in the "Isle of the West" than with us. For this there are many causes : but let us trust that, though slow, it will still be sure. We mean that moral, intellectual, and social Progress, which, notwithstanding national sufferings and troubles, we still fondly believe to be the offspring of a long humanizing Peace. THE WHITEBOY; a Story of Ireland, in 1822. | Father Mathew, and the beneficent influence of By Mrs. S. C. Hall. (Chapman and Hall.)We take some shame to ourselves for not having sooner alluded to this remarkable work; since having been now in its completed form two or three months before the public, it is, doubtless familiar to many, if not most of our readers. Yet we venture to say they will not object to a gossip about its merits; and those who have not read "The Whiteboy" we assure of a pleasure in its perusal of no common order. In our opinion it is a story of a new and most attractive class. The period which it illustrates is scarcely distant enough for this to be called an historical novel; and yet does it embody national events, describe national character, and trace political disasters to their impolitic causes, grasping indeed all those subjects which shine on the page of the philosophical historian. Twenty years ago is a period near enough to be written of with certainty and accuracy, distant enough to be considered, both by author and readers, with dispassionate attention. And yet how much, in reference to Ireland, that was true of 1822, is almost equally true of 1845! Notwithstanding the reforming revolution of Mrs. Hall has taken for her motto the line, "A country ever hardly used!" and they who are familiar (and who are not?) with those in numerable sketches of Irish life and Irish character which have flowed through so many chan nels from her pen, will readily believe the enthusiasm, tempered by discretion, with which she describes her country's wrongs. Indeed, for vigorous description, for picture painting of Irish peasant life, she is unsurpassed. The story of the Whiteboy, including characters in every grade of life, is full of interest; many of them being pourtrayed with dramatic individuality. Of these, not the least so is the villain of the book, Abel Richards, the "middleman," who stands between landlord and tenants, cheating stances have rendered me independent of church prethe one and oppressing the others— ** * "a keen, cunning man-a steward's son, inheriting his father's earnings and his mother's vices-crawling about the big house' with a bland smile, a quick ear, a ready invention-a few pounds ever in his purse-to lend, when profit could be made-to buy, at every seizure for rent, either cow or pig, potato or kish, by which he could make a guinea, a shilling, or a penny- a bow and an obliging lie always at the service of his rich neighbour-a blow and a bite for his poor one." We will not mar the interest of this powerful and exciting story by attempting to sketch the outline of its plot, an attempt which is very seldom successful, seeing that all the delicate shades of feeling and action, of tenderness and character, which make up the very soul and essence of such a work, can never be conveyed with the bald detail of its plot. We prefer occupying our space with an extract or two. The following conversation takes place on board a steam-boat, and occurs in the second chapter. Edward Spencer is a rich landed proprietor going to take possession of his estate; full of noble philanthropic intentions, but profoundly ignorant of the people with whom he has to deal: "The country sadly wants repose,' said Edward Spencer. "Most true,' replied Mr. Graves; but the deep sea-calm of a starving multitude, sinking by hundreds into the grave, is not, I am certain, the sort of repose which you would wish to see continued in my poor country.' Neither spoke for some moments, and then Mr. Graves resumed: 'Let me,' he said, ' again caution you against harsh judging in any case! Do not suffer the Orange party of the North to persuade you that their warmer brethren of the South are all violent and bigoted; nor the Roman Catholics of the South to impress you with the idea that the Orangemen of the North are all bitter and fierce destroyers in all you hear you must take into account the quick beatings of our hearts, and our universal habit of exaggeration; not from a desire to falsify, but as issuing out of a rich imagination that converts us into a nation of poets. We think what we say, while we speak; but we feel strongly, and do not prepare our words before we utter them. We want judgment rather than genius.' "I am sure,' said Edward, I am delighted to hear all this; I fancied the tone of the Irish churchmen to be Puritan rather than Protestant; but Lady Mary has frequently quoted you as a specimen of what a Protestant clergyman can be to his Roman Catholic neighbours. I have heard her say that Dean Graves was kind in manners as well as generous in money, and zealous to promote friendly intercourse between Protestant and Catholic, while his charity to the poor was dispensed with an even hand.' "The old gentleman shook his head. Remember what I told you of Irish exaggeration; Lady Mary exceedingly magnifies the virtues of her friends. I must, however, in common justice to my brother clergymen, state, that I believe they are individually generous to the poor Catholics, though less willing than I think they ought to be to extend the hand of fellowship to the ministers of the other creed; but, local circumstances have much influence with all of us. I have studied the character of the people more than many, and I know their history well; my circum ferment, which, I regret to say, few of my brethren are. But, to return to the subject of my anxiety; I wish I could show those who cry out against Irish outrage and Irish discontent a few of the palliating circumstances them to comprehend, and I would trust the issue to which a little knowledge and reflection would enable the feelings of kindly sympathy implanted in every human bosom. I pray your patience; I am an old and Saxon-is as warm in my heart as it was when, man now; but the love of my native land-of both Celt in my boyhood, I joined the Irish volunteers; purer, and I should be sorry to have some of the feelings certainly, for many of my prejudices have vanished, now which I thought glorious then. Again I crave your patience only for a little time; it is cool and fresh here, and the words I have to say I would wish to speak beneath the arch of that Heaven which registers our words, for good or evil.' "Edward assured Mr. Graves of his entire atten tion. "You know then,' re-commenced the venerable gentleman, that the heads of many of the highest of treachery frequently accomplished what the sword our Irish families perished in defence of their rights; and the law might have spared. Their lands were seized, often without a show of reason; and the descendants-as the Scotch have it, the kith and kin'-of the chieftain lingered in the mountain fastnesses, maintaining a guerilla-like warfare, struggling against the power which had outraged, betrayed, starved, destroyed, all but conquered them; it is the Irish idea of fixity of tenure, that they were never conquered.' "But how would they define conquest?' inquired Edward. "They define nothing; an Irishman's faith is equal to his feeling, and his feeling to his faith; he is told by the only persons he considers he can trust, that he has never been conquered; he believes it, resolving never to be contented. Now mark mein process of time the very hunters tired of pursuit ; the dogs of war became wearied; they retired to the shelter of the valleys and the security of the towns; they built castles to protect their newly-acquired territory; and in their power, the hunted ones were forgotten, because despised: still, in a little time, as they crept from their fastnesses they became necessary to the settlers; they were employed as labourersmind you, upon their own land, so they still considered it; they were trampled on and insulted on all occasions; they were not deemed worthy even of conciliation; it would have seemed humanity to have expatriated them at once; better to have taken their lives, when those lives were rendered a means of torture. Now mark me-even more closely-they still bear their proud ancestral names; the blood of their native princes does not stagnate in their veins; it flows as freely as though they were not as they are; their faith was outraged and insulted-' "But not now,' interrupted Edward; 'though as yet they are not thoroughly emancipated, you cannot call their faith insulted now.' 666 Was my faith so treated in this year 1822, I confess to you I should so consider it,' was the reply. I would be content, if it were the Almighty's will, to be called away from life to-morrow, if any such sacrifice could unite my countrymen in the bonds of my own faith, believing it to be the best and purest given from God to man; for it I would live, and for it I would die; but that does not render me insensible to the wickedness and folly of the penal statutes, which, by perpetual insult and injustice, have mocked at national equality; it is as though a man were to place his foot upon the neck of his prostrate fellowcreature, and then, while he keeps him firmly down, to bid him rise, in all the dignity of human nature! The commonest peasant feels this; and though as a clergyman I would joy to receive those who felt themselves in error, I cannot as a man but respect the firmness which, despite scorn and degradation, has hitherto united the peasant to his faith, mingled though it be with a superstition which is a part of the national religion as well as the national poetry.' "I quite agree with you,' said Mr. Spencer; 'the superstition of Ireland is the foundation of its national school of poetry; its faith is intense. But I, of course, speak from thought and feeling, not from observation or experience.' "The Irish peasant,' continued Mr. Graves, lives amid the faded glories of his country, knows and feels it; his cabin is mud-walled and miserable; yet the ruined castle he passes by, to go to his illremunerated labour, bears his name. This yields him a gloomy satisfaction! He looks on the crumbling walls, and knows that the glories of his ancestors are not mere fables. His wife, while digging the potato garden or whirring at her wheel, sings the cherished legends of his race; tells their triumphs and their oppressions to the children who tremble in rags at her knee; and dim prophecies of the future-when Ireland shall be herself again'-when Ireland shall belong to the Irish-when Tara's kings shall dispense 'justice to Ireland'-are repeated and listened to with avidity at every wake and fair; the story-teller vies with the piper in attracting listeners; and grateful as they feel for individual kindnesses of the Saxon race, they look upon them in a body, as not only intruders, but oppressors.' "Surely, even-handed justice could prevent this,' said Edward. "Mr. Graves smiled. It would not be easy to persuade a man that you meant him justly, while you retained what he believed to be his.' "But consider the impossibility of upsetting a country, after centuries of undisturbed inheritance have passed,' observed Edward. "Of course,' answered the Dean, I know that; but fancy the impolicy of leaving a highly sensitive and imaginative people to brood, with misery and want for their companions, over the wildly but truly chronicled tales of former greatness, wrenched from them by force or fraud. If they had been drawn into active life; if they found their labour sufficiently productive to afford them subsistence; if efforts had been made to elevate, and not depress them, in the scale of human kind, such memories would have faded into fables, or have been in a great degree lost-as they must be, where existing realities demand perpetual thought, instead of romancing over an old man's tale. We all seek something to cling to in this world-something to raise us above the tides and currents of life: the poor Englishman clings to his comforts; the poor Irishman might have done the same, if he had had them to cling to; but ragged, tattered, the shivering wreck of the past-his foot still on his native heath; the music of his native land ringing in his ears; the history of his country graven on his heart; those in whom he trusts whispering disquieting advice-the advice his restless, ardent, and faithful nature best loves to hear; the only marvel is, that instead of occasional outbursts-the festering indications of unhealthy constitutions-the disease has not been more universal and more deadly. Think, my dear sir, of these things; think, as I have so often found it necessary to do, lest my heart should harden; think, not so much of what, under the excitement and influence of dangerous men, the people do, as of what for a long series of years they have forborne to do.'' After an outbreak of the faction from which the work takes its name, there is the following scene. Ellen Macdonnel is the half sister of although she deprecates the violence into which "The Whiteboy," tenderly attached to him, his own and his countrymen's wrongs have led him. Ellen is one of those exquisite female characters which Mrs. Hall knows how to sketch so inimitably. The wretch Richards has thrown himself on her protection in the very hour when he was hunted by the Whiteboys, like some noxious animal, to the very death. Although she loathes him equally with them, she still pities and saves: let us see how the viper requites her : "He had proof, certain as life or death, that Lawrence Macarthy was the chief cause of the destruction that fell upon his property, and that papers of the utmost importance had been in his possession. "He knew,' he said, 'at least, he had seen them pass from Macarthy's hands into the hands of another person.' "Who was that person?' "He looked fixedly at the Dean for a minute, and then glanced at Edward Spencer. "It was a person-a woman-a girl-in fact a young lady; he did not know if it would be agree able to Mr. Spencer to have it spoken of, but she was generally considered a relative or connexion of Mr. Spencer's; he saw them transferred from the hands of Lawrence Macarthy into those of Ellen Macdonnel.' Upon this statement, both the Dean and Mr. Spencer rose. "It has so happened,' said the young English. man, that I have never seen my kinswoman, Miss Macdonnel; nor did I till this moment consider what has suddenly occurred to me, that the Macarthy of whom you spoke is unfortunately her half-brother; but from all I have heard, from all I believe of this young lady, she is perfectly incapable of acting in concert with any one opposed to her faith or her allegiance. I shall see her within a few hours, and am assured I shall be able to prove to the Master of Macroom Castle and the present company, that Mr. Richards is labouring under an illusion.' "I am very certain, sir, that you will not see the young lady,' said Richards, decidedly, 'within a few hours; that is, if you expect to see her at Spencer Court-she was not there this morning.' 666 May I ask how you came to be so informed?' inquired Mr. Spencer. "The house was searched for her and the papers,' was the reply. "And did you dare-had you the audacity to institute a search of my house, under the idea that my relative concealed illegal papers therein?' said Mr. Spencer, his cheeks flushing, his eyes sparkling, his slight graceful figure expanding with indignation. "Several of the gentlemen rose; O'Driscoll shouted a Bravo!' that shook the ceiling, and the Master' called Order :' it was faintly though, very faintly, for there was no one in the room who more sincerely appreciated the spirited bearing of the Englishman. Several of the young men clapped their hands, and then whispered each other in dismal tones, that it was no use-Richards hadn't the 'pluck' to draw a trigger. It promised to be a jest to these youngsters, "Ay, riddle us that. What were you doing, my Aby, when the young rebel gave his sister the papers?' inquired Mr. O'Driscoll. "I-I,' stammered Abel Richards, 'I-I was looking on, and praying to the Lord!' window shook as with a sudden thunderbolt, and Lawrence Macarthy, covered with blood, entered; he was, moreover, disguised; had taken more stimulant than was good for soul or body, and she told him so. She made every effort to get him out of the room, for she did not wish me to hear his words.' "Edward, who had resumed his seat, rose, and requesting the chairman's pardon, begged to observe that he did not think Mr. Richards had any right to allude to what Miss Macdonnel thought, which he could not possibly understand; that he was very certain she could never (supposing Mr. Richards' statement to be true) have believed that any human being would have been so base as to owe his life to her, and then inform as to what passed in the sanctuary wherein that life was saved. "Richards also rose, and bowing round the circle "The Dean cast upon him a look of withering appealed to them, whether a sense of 'public duty' indignation; it could hardly have been believed that should not compel a man to a task, which else would so gentle and benevolent a face could have given be beyond all endurance; adding, he would sooner expression to such deep scorn at the man's hypocrisy. have died than implicate a lady; and then he stam"Poaching on my friend Pether's ground-mered and hesitated, receiving no returning smiles, spying-? eh, my Aby? Was it through the until the Go on, sir,' of the chairman forced him architecture of a turf rick you looked, or out of a back, when he briefly related what is already known potato pit, or with yer eye stuck in a crevice? to us. He made the case as violent and as bad You had always a sort of second sight, and could against Lawrence Macarthy as he possibly could, for see what no one else could; I'll say that for you.' the evident purpose of exculpating himself as much "A truce to this,' interrupted the Master; Mr. as possible by showing a necessity for his treachery; Richards must inform us how he came to witness this he pictured his own individual agony, his 'wrestling extraordinary transfer.' with himself,' his burning desire, when he saw the papers marked with the life-blood of so many whom he loved, to wrest them from the Whiteboy's hand; but then the weakness of the flesh' restrained him. He even related, with fiend-like joy, Lawrence's determination to speak loud when his sister entreated him to speak low; and he told this without one remembrance of a grateful nature towards her who, rather than violate the laws of hospitality, or break a promise she had given, risked her own destruction, and the destruction of one dearer than herself. The deep, unvaunted generosity of Ellen Macdonnel had been thrown away upon a soulless hypocrite; and to add to her exceeding merit, she knew that it would be so. He told also that Lawrence 'fatigued with bloodshed-slept; that he felt as if the sword of Judith had been committed into his hands; he could have bound him then-but-' "Very unwillingly, and with sundry détours from the truth was the statement made. How, escaping from the brightness of the flames that would have betrayed him., he forded the river, and found himself in a state of extreme exhaustion and dismay beneath the shadow of Spencer Court; that, knowing the evil inclinations of all therein towards him, he dared not enter; that he crept to where the moon threw the shadows darkest, but discovered that every point except the one where he had crossed was guarded, as the Whiteboys had posted scouts to prevent escape at each corner of the building; he had seen two whispering within a yard of where he stood, and that had he not crouched into a recess caused by a projecting buttress he would have been discovered; that, observing a light in Miss Ellen's window, inspired by a sudden hope, he entered, and entreated her protection.' ་ "And received it, I am sure,' said the Dean, though you must confess that of all men living, you had the least reason to do so.' "She concealed me,' he replied, drawing a long breath, and I hardly know who came or who went (though, craving Mr. Spencer's pardon, every inmate of his house, as I discovered that night, is a firebrand).' "Permit me, sir, again to doubt you,' said the excited Edward. They are the same who served my uncle faithfully for a number of years. You will have the goodness to remember, gentlemen, that Miss Macdonnel gave this person the protection he desired, though, if I understand Dean Graves aright, he is personally offensive to her.' "She certainly stowed me into a cupboard,' said the caitiff, where, had there not been a providential opening for breathing, I must have been suffocated. I prayed fervently, and her fierce dog put me in bodily and continual terror of my life; my clothes were dripping wet, and I had no creature-comfort of any kind.' "Except protection, sir, the protection of your life,' observed the Master.' "The traitor looked embarrassed; but, regaining his self-possession, continued-' Presently, Sir, the 6 "But what restrained you?' inquired the Master. "The Lord's time was not accomplished,' whined Abel Richards, and his sister placed his rifle across her lap, and her eyes upon where I lay, and her dog watched with her."" In conclusion, we may remark, that this admirable work forms one of Messrs. Chapman and Hall's monthly series; a publication, which, presenting original works of the most esteemed authors, in a convenient form, and at a cheap rate, deserves the wide encouragement with which it has met. THE WOMEN OF ISRAEL: 2 Vols., 8vo. By Grace Aguilar. (Groombridge & Sons, Paternoster-row.)-This remarkable work is now concluded, and has well fulfilled the promise of its commencement. Intensely natural as it is, there is yet such a fine spirit of catholic love, of lofty enthusiasm, blended with the most essentially feminine gentleness-alike in appeal as in remonstrance-that we do not hesitate to recommend it to our readers, of every creed. Doctrines of belief are individual, resting between man and his Maker, but TRUTH is universal; and |