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As we proceeded, the timid approach of twilight became more perceptible; the intense blue of the sky began to sufien; the smaller stars, like little children, went first to rest; the sister beams of the Pleiades soon melted together; but the bright constellations of the west and north remained unchanged. Steadily the wondrous transfiguration went on. Hunds of angels hidden from mortal eyes shifted the scenery of the heavens; the glories of night dissolved into the glories of the dawn. The blue sky now turned more softly gray; the great watch-stars shut up their holy eyes; the east began to kindle. Faint streaks of purple soon blushed along the sky; the whole celestial concave was filled with the inflowing tides of the morning light, which came pouring down from above in one great ocean of radiance; till at length, as we reached the Blue Hills, a flash of purple fire blazed out from above the horizon, and turned the dewy tear-drops of flower and leaf into rubies and diamonds. In a few seconds the everlasting gates of the morning were thrown wide open, and the lord of day, arrayed in glories too severe for the gaze of man, began his state,
FATHER MOLLOY.-SAMUEL LOVER.
THE DYIXG (ONFESSION OF PADDY M'CABE. Paddy McCabe was dying one day,
And Father Molloy he came to confess him; Paddy praved hard he would make no delay,
But forgive him his sins and make haste for to bless him. “ First tell me your sins," says Father Molloy, " For I'm thinking you've not been a very good boy." “Oh,” says Paddy," so late in the evenin' I fear "Twould trouble you such a long story to hear, For you’ve ten long miles o'er the mountain to go, While the road I've to travel's much longer, you krow: So give us your blessin' and get in the saddle; To tell all my sins my poor brain it would adule; And the docihor gave ordhers to keep me so quiet'Twould disturb me to tell all my sins, if I'd thry it
And your Reverence has towld us unless we tell all
“ The manifold sins that humanity 's heir to;
You'll just squeeze my hand, as acknowledging thereto." Then the Father began the dark roll of iniquity, And Paddy, thereat, felt his conscience grow rickety, And he gave such a sqneeze that the priest gave a roar“Oh, murdher!" says Paddy,“ don't read any more; For if you keep readin', by all that is thrue, Your Reverence's fist will be soon black and blue; Besides, to be troubled my conscience begins, That your Reverence should have any hand in my sins. So you'd better suppose I committed them allFor whether they're great ones, or whether they're small, Or if they're a dozen, or if they're four-score, 'Tis your Reverence knows how to absolve them, asthore: So I'll say, in a word, I'm no very good boy, And therefore, your blessin', sweet Father Molloy." “Well," says Father Molloy, “ if your sins I forgive,
So you must forgive all your enemies truly, And promise me also that, if you should live,
You'll leave off your old tricks, and begin to live newly." "I forgive ev'rybody," says Pat, with a groan, “ Except that big vagabone, Micky Malone; And him I will murdher if ever I can“ Tut, tut !" says the priest, “ you're a very bad man; For without your forgiveness, and also repentance, You'll ne'er go to heaven, and that is my sentence.” “Pooh !” says Paddy McCabe, “ that's a very hard case. With your Reverence and heaven I'm content to make pace: But with heaven and your Reverence I wondher-och hone, You would think of comparin' that blackguard, Malone. But since I'm hard pressed and that I must forgive, I forgive-if I die; but as sure as I live That ugly blackguard I will surely desthray! So now for your blessin', sweet Father Mollor!
RELICS.--ANNIE D. WARE.
Three shining, silken rings of hair
I’m gazing fondly on to-day,
That all things lovely pass awıy:
That friends, like flowers, spring and bloom,
Like flowers they wither, droop, and fall; We lay them gently in the tomb
Which time holds open for us all, And turn away in grief, to find
There's naught but memory left behind.
Carries me back full many a day
I cared for naught save fun and play.
Beside a rosy, blue-eyed girl,
Whispering asked her for a curl.
I wrapt the trophy up with care;
And blushing, looked most wondrous fair, I kept the ringlet for my own,
And half in earnest, half in play,
To give her one of mine in pay.
And then a day of sadness came,
And sent me fortli to win a name. 'Twas then at gentle Mary's side
I sought to win her loving heart:
And as we were about to part
I started onward into life;
Sweet Mary Lee became my wife.
Our Heavenly Father strewed our way; For fifty happy years or more,
We watched each other turning gray. Our children's children gathering round, With perfect love our hearth-stone crowned. Her gentle spirit 's passed away:
Heaven holds for me a stronger tie.
I held her in my arms to die;
Hung scattered rings of snowy hair;
I took, then left her sleeping there;-
COUNTRY SLEIGHING.-E. C. STEDMAN. In January,when down the dairy the cream and clabber freeze, When show-drifts cover the fences over, we farmers take our
ease. At night we rig the team, and bring the cutter out; Then fill it, fill it, fill it, fill it, and heap the furs about. liere friends and cousins dash up by dozens, and sleighs at
least a score; There John and Molly, behind, are jolly, -Neli rides with
me, before. All down the village street we range us in a row: Now jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, and over the crispy snow! The windows glisten, the old folks listen to hear the sleigh. The fields grow whiter, the stars are brighter, the road as
smooth as glass. (nur mulleri faces burn, the clear north-wind blows cold, The girls all nestle, nestle, nestle, each in her lover's hold. Through bridge and gateway we're shooting straightway,
their toll-man was too slow! He'll listen after our song and laughter as over the hill we go. The girls (ry,“ Fie! for shame!" their cheeks and lips are red, Aulso with kisses, kisses, kisses, they take the toll instead. Still follow, follow! across the hollow the tavern frouts the
road. Won, now! all steady! the host is ready,-he knows the
country mode! The irons are in the fire, the hissing flip is got ; Su pour and sip it, sip it, sip it, and sip it while 'tis hot. Puhark the tables, and from the stables bring Tom, the
tiililer, in ; All take your places, and make your graces, and let the
The girls are beating time to hear the music sound;
round. Last couple toward the left! all forward! Cotillon 's through,
let's wheel : First tune the fiddle, then down the middle in old Virginia
Reel. Play Monkey Musk to close, then take the “long chassé,” While in to supper, supper, supper, the landlord leads the
way. The bells are ringing, the ostlers bringing the cutters up
anew; The beasts are neighing, too long we're staying, the night is
half way through. Wrap close the buffalo robes, we're all aboard once more; Now jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, away from the tavern-door. So follow, follow, by hill and hollow, and swiftly homeward
glide. What midnight splendor! how warm and tender the maiden
by your side! The sleighs drop far apart, her words are soft and low; Now, if you love her, love her, love her, 'tis safe to tell her so.
THE LAST WISH.-B. W. KIRKHAM.
When friends are gone and the last flowers are spread,