band and children, in the burial ground of country, he can never live in his own neighShinrone. borhood again."

"Father," said Weeny, as she and Carolin sat in the window looking at the snow flakes hanging on the bushes outside, “can nothin' be done for Para Bawn? He must be very badly off, and my heart's sorry for him. Remember, father, that he gave me food and shelther for near twenty years, an' I ought to do somethin' for him now. If you'd write to Father Gilligan, maybe we'd find out where he's hid, for him and the priest was great always; he never missed payin' his dues regular."

"I'll do what I can for him," replied Carolin, laying his hand on his fair child's head; "but it's plain he must leave the

With the assistance of Peggy Cross, who was acquainted with some of Wafe's near relatives, a communication was conveyed to him, that a sum of money would be placed at his disposal to compensate in some measure for the losses he had sustained, together with the extraordinary information, that Weeny was not his daughter, which perhaps relieved him of a considerable burthen.

What became of him finally was never accurately known; but for years his treachery was talked of at Dring, and the stranger was pointed out the sinister looking ruins of what had once been the dwelling place of the informer.

JUNIUS, BOYD, AND LORD MACARTNEY.In 1800, George Chalmers published An Appendix to the Supplemental Apology for the Believers in the Supposititious Shakspeare Papers: being the Documents for the Opinion that Hugh M'Auley Boyd wrote Junius' Letters. In a presentation copy "From the Author to Lord Macartney, as a mark of his sincere respect," is the following MS. note signed M., and most probably written by his Lordship himself:

LORD HAILES.-Lord Hailes was punctilious cial proceedings; and hence, in a jeu d'esprite as to propriety of expression, especially in judiof James Boswell's, well known in its day, called the "Court of Session Garland," in which the judges then on the Bench are satirized, it is said: "To judge in this case,' says Hailes, 'I don't pretend,

For justice I see wants the e at the end.""

I have been lately shown a copy of a note of his Lordship in a cause which depended before him. It is in the following terms, and seems to indicate that the joke of Boswell was not much misapplied :

"Great industry, research, ingenuity, and critical sagacity are displayed in this treatise, and afford very plausible grounds for the opinion which Mr. Chalmers has formed. But a variety of circumstances prevents me from adopting it. Having been shut up in a small packet with Mr. Boyd during a four months' passage to India without once letting go our anchor, I had frequent opportunities of sounding his depth, and of studying and knowing him well. He was strongly recommended to me by some of my friends whom I wished to oblige; but previous to my Indian appointment, though I knew many of Mr. Boyd's connections and relations, I was not personally acquainted with him. I do not say that he was incapable of writing to the full as well as Junius; but I say I do not by any "The Lord Ordinary, observing that in the means believe that he was the author of Junius. writing entitled, 'Answers for Messrs. Pringle "Mr. Boyd had many splendid passages of & Hamilton,' and in the writing entitled, 'AnJunius by heart, as also of Mr. Burke's parlia-swers for the Creditors of Nathaniel Agnew,' an mentary speeches and political pamphlets, the innovation is attempted to be introduced into the style of all which he knew how to imitate. He was Scottish Alphabet by the use of the letter 'z'inalso a great admirer of Sterne, and often affected stead of 's,' appoints the said writings to be withhis manner in his private letters, and not unsuc-drawn, and to be copied over and replaced in cessfully. The Whig and Antrim Freeholders common orthography; in respect that this innoseem rather to be imitations of Junius than pro-vation if yielded to, may in the course of a few ductions of the same pen. Mr. Chalmers' argu-years produce a total change in the form of letment would be stronger if any performance of ters, and render the writing of one age unintelliMr. Boyd previous to the appearance of Junius gible to another." could be found, which indicated that Junius might be expected from such a writer.

Edinburgh.
-Notes and Queries.

G.

From Bentley's Miscellany.

A VISIT TO CHARLES DICKENS, BY
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.

nine, and retiring nature; but when she spoke, her large gentle eye assumed a peculiar brilliancy, a good-humored smile played A FASHION introduced into this country round her mouth, and in the sound of her by our American brethren appears to be voice was something so attractive, that, since spreading on the continent. A man can the meeting, M. Andersen has always imhardly attain a decent amount of literary ce-aged Agnes to himself as possessed of these lebrity ere a chiel's among his household attributes. Equally characteristic is the detaking notes, and faith he'll print them. scription of the room in which the family The last and most striking instance of this breakfasted: the large windows were fesnature is supplied by the Danish poet Hans tooned with fragrant roses, and the prospect Christian Andersen, who having spent a was varied and extensive. A good portrait portion of 1857 at Charles Dickens' hopita- of Cromwell hung over the mantelpiece, and ble house at Gadshill, has recently put forth among the other pictures was one which our his experiences among some other sketches, author specially noticed. It depicted a carwhich go to form an unpretending volume. A riage, in which two ladies are seated, deep scamper through the paper may afford some in the perusal of a copy of "Bleak House." amusement to our readers. The little groom behind was bending forward, and eagerly reading the work.

M. Andersen had already visited England on several occasions, and was, therefore, In a letter of invitation Charles Dickens bold enough to reach the Higham station sent to Andersen, he wrote: "I have now alone. But no carriage was to be procured finished Little Dorrit,' and am a free man. there, and hence our author ascended the We shall be always together, and play at hill accompanied by a porter, who carried his luggage. It must have been a charming walk through this portion of the garden of England, which never looks better than in the month of May. And here for Gadshillplace itself:

cricket in the field." But these calculations were foiled by the death of Douglas Jerrold, and the necessary arrangements for securing the future comfort of his widow. M. Andersen furnishes a detailed account of all the performances instituted, but on which we "Before me lay on the broad high road Dick- need not dwell, as few of our readers, we ens' country-house, whose tower with its gilded trust, have forgotten the efforts made by the weathercock, I had seen for some time over the most eminent literary men in this most satops of the trees. It was a handsome new house, cred cause. It, however, took Dickens more with brick walls and a projecting entrance, sup- frequently than usual to London, and robbed ported by small pillars; a thick hedge of cherry the guest of his host's society. Very pleastrees joined the house, in front of which was a ant, though, must have been their country carefully tended grass plot, in the rear two splen- walks, and the philological discussions they did cedar trees, whose crooked branches spread held on the resemblance between the Engtheir green shade over a garden fenced in with lish and Danish languages, and of which our ivy and wild grape. As I entered the house Dickens came to meet me, so happy, so cordial; author gives some amusing instances. Take, he looked somewhat older than when we parted for instance, the following sentence: "Der er ten years before, but this was partly owing to en Grässhoppe in den Höstak," which Dickthe beard he wore; his eyes glistened as for- ens at once triumphantly translated as a merly, the same smile played round his mouth,"grasshopper in the haystack." Or here, the same clear voice sounded so cheerily, even again, is a pleasant sketch enough of a fammore affectionately than heretofore. Dickens ily group: was now in his best years, so youthful, lively, eloquent, and rich in humor, through which the warmest cordiality ever shone. I cannot find more characteristic words to describe him than a quotation from the first letter I wrote home. "Select the best of Charles Dickens' works, form from them the image of a man, and you have Dickens." Just as he stood before me in the first hour, he remained unchanged during all the weeks I passed with him, ever jovial, merry, and sympathizing.

"More and more I felt at home; even the younger children began to understand and attach themselves to me. Dickens has no less than nine children, two grown up daughters and seven sons. The two eldest and two youngest were at home, and the three middle boys had just returned for the holidays from Boulogne, where they were at school. I soon saw them climbing up the branches of the lofty cedars, or playing a game of cricket in the large meadow, Our author had frequently heard it re- with father and elder brothers, in shirt-sleeves; marked that Agnes, in "David Copperfield," the ladies sat beneath the trees in the tall grass; was a likeness of Mrs. Dickens; and he be- peasant children peered over the hedge, and the lieves that no other character in all his writ-house-dog, Turk, who was chained up the night ings resembles her so much for her kindness and amiability as this very Agnes. M. Andersen found in Mrs. Dickens a calm, femi

doggish existence, while his long chain and kenthrough, was now unfastened, and led a free nel were left to the care of an old raven, who certainly considered himself the Barnaby Rudge's

raven of the family. That bird, by the way, might be seen in-doors, stuffed."

The dramatic entertainments necessiated

which M. Andersen describes in the most en

cop

a visit to the town-house in Tavistock-square, thusiastic language. A large garden, with grass-plots and tall trees, lies behind the house, and imparting a rustic character to the scene. In the passage hung pictures and perplate engravings; here was Dickens' bust, a capital likeness, young and handsome; and over the door leading to the sleeping apartments and the dressing-room were Thorwaldsen's bas-reliefs of "Day and Night." On the first floor was a copious library, and, in the rear of that again, the small theatre where Dickens was wont to perform in the winter with his family.

There was plenty for M. Andersen to see. In the first place, the Handel Festival at the Crystal Palace, the prominent reminiscence he has borne away from which is the puffed

over.

More satisfactory in every respect was Ristori's reading of Lady Macbeth, which M. Andersen went twice to see. It affords performance at the princess's, where he saw him occasion, too, for a comparison with the the opening night of "The Tempest." He allows that it was incomparably fine; but he went empty away after the performance was Shakspeare became an illustrated petrifaction; the living word evaporated, the mental food was lacking; it was forgotten in gazing on the golden plate upon which it was presented. Another thing, too, that the inferiority of the performers: Caliban offended M. Andersen's artistic sense was was clever, and Ariel pretty, but that was all. Kean himself droned through the piece. To sum up in a word, M. Andersen prefers Shakspeare artistically acted in a barn to such a disappearance of the text behind scenery. We have not space to follow M. don; he is equally amazed with the Museum Andersen through all the wonders of Lonas with the Times printing-office. But we must find space for one characteristic ex

out crinolines of the ladies, which seemed
prepared to wing their way to London like
balloons. But what pleased him still more
was the performance of Ristori at the Ly-cerpt:-
ceum. Our author is enthusiastic in her
praise, though he also quotes the verdict of
a clever lady, who said that the Ristori re-
minded her too greatly of the epileptic boy in
Raphael's Transfiguration-one eternal ec-
stasy. And here for a pleasant bit of biog-
raphy:

"We are aware that Ristori is the daughter of poor travelling Italian artistes, and it is also said that, when an infant, she lay behind the scenes in a basket while her mother was playing. She herself made her appearance on the boards at an early age, in Turin; and it was here, too, that her extraordinary talent was first noticed. Presently she married an Italian noble, whose family did not like a daughter-in-law from the stage, but, by her amiability, she conquered all their hearts. When financial motives compelled her return to the stage, she was accompanied by her husband to Paris, where her greatness was speedily recognized. She alone held the sceptre of the tragic muse, and the Rachel proceeded to America. Her fame soon spread to adjacent countries, and England and Germany followed the example of France in homage and delight. Signora Ristori has a splendid theatrical figure, noble features, sparkling eyes, and a mimic which appears to me too powerful, and only permissible in the ballet, where action is employed instead of words. The transitions were so violent that only the truth of the talent rendered them pardonable. At first I could not accustom myself to them; but in the concluding scene, after she has poisoned her treacherous husband, and drunk the cup to the dregs herself, when she begs the priests to sound their harps, there was something so attractive, so affecting in her gestures, that I was forced to bend low before the might of the tragédienne."

"The richest lady in England is Miss Burdett Coutts, to whom Dickens dedicated his Martin Chuzzlewit.' Her fortune is said to be fabulously large, but the most glorious thing connected with it is, that she is at the same time one of the noblest and most benevolent ladies in the world: not only has she built several churches, but she provides, like a reasonable and Christian woman, for the poor, the ailing, and the oppressed: her house in London is visited by the richest and most respected persons. On my first stay at Gadshill I met there an elderly lady dressed in black and another younger; they remained a week there, and were most amiable, straightforward, and kind; we walked together up to the monument; I drove with them to Rochester, and when they quitted us the younger lady said that I must stay at her house when I visited London. From Dickens I learned that she was Miss Coutts; he spoke with the utmost veneration of her, and of the glorious Christian use to which she applied her enormous fortune; I should have an opportunity of seeing an English mansion appointed with all possible wealth. I visited her, and it was not the rich pictures, the bedizened language, the palatial resources, which imparted to the house grandeur and a peculiar brilliancy, but the noble, feminine, amiable Miss Coutts herself, she offered such a simple and touching contrast to her richly attired servants. She had noticed that I felt the cold while in the country; it was not yet thoroughly warm, hence a fire burned cheerily in my chimney. How comfortable I felt there! were books, cozy arm-chairs, sofas, and rococo furniture, and from the windows a prospect over the garden of Piccadilly and the Green Park. Close to London are Miss Coutts' country-house and garden: here are long alleys of rhododendrons, which shook their blue petals over the

There

carriage in which I was seated; here were mag-parture from Gadshill and Dickens; but M. nificent cedars and rare exotics, while the hot- Andersen was still to enjoy the opportunity houses were filled with tropical vegetation. of admiring in his host the great actor. The From all these splendors the owner led me to a small kitchen garden, where she seemed fondest of being; it seemed as if these plants, which possessed such value for the poor, harmonized

mar." Dickens had his horse put to, and himself drove M. Andersen to Maidstone whence he would proceed by train to Folkestone. They had thus an opportunity of spending two more hours together amid the richest landscapes of Kent: they rattled past rich fields and glorious woods. Dickens was as hearty and lively as ever, but M. Andersen could not overcome the melancholy feeling which preyed upon him as he felt the hour of parting approach. In the station they shook hands for the last time, and our

author gazed in the honest, soul-full eyes of one in whom he admires the poet and loves the man.

In conclusion, we think it is but fair to say that the volume from which we have borrowed these extracts contains some very charming stories told in Hans Christian Andersen's best manner. Although we do not approve of the way in which he has betrayed private confidence, possibly the other contents of the volume will condone for this.

There is a sun-dial at one of the colleges in Oxford with the motto, "Pereunt et imputantur;" signifying that we shall be accountable for the moments that are passing away. Once, when a party of strangers were visiting the curi osities of Oxford, a lady of the company asked one of the gentlemen (as gentlemen are always by courtesy supposed by ladies to understand Latin) to interpret the motto for her. He replied that it signified that, "They perish and are not thought of!"-Notes and Queries.

MOTTOES ON SUN-DIALS.-Many hundred Sometimes the unlearned are puzzled to unpersons now living must remember the vertical derstand the meaning of mottoes, especially sun-dial with a very remarkable motto, on the when expressed in the learned languages. A front of a building at the Temple in London. person (who, by the by, was not ignorant of But most of them probably never heard of the Latin,) was at a loss to understand the meaning curious tradition, probably a true one, respect of a motto which he had seen on a sun-dial, ing the motto. When, a few years ago, the "Septem sine horis." The signification doubtbuilding was taken down and rebuilt, it is likely less is, that there are in the longest day seven the Benchers were either ignorant of the tradi-hours (and a trifle over) during which the suntion, or had forgotten it, clse they would prob- dial is useless. ably have restored the sun-dial with its motto. Perhaps they may even yet be induced to do so. The tradition is this: That when the sun-dial was put up, the artist inquired whether he should (as was customary) paint a motto under it. The Benchers assented; and appointed him to call at the library at a certain day and hour, at which time they would have agreed upon the motto. It appears, however, that they had totally forgotten this; and when the artist or his messenger called at the library at the time appointed, he found no one but a cross-looking old gentleman poring over some musty book. Please, Sir, I am come for the motto for the sun-dial." "What do you want?" was the pettish answer; "why do you disturb me?" Please, Sir, the gentleman told me I was to call at this hour for a motto for the "sun-dial." Begone about your business!" was the testy reply. The man, either by design or by mistake, chose to take this as the answer to his inquiry, and, accordingly, painted in large letters under the dial-"BEGONE ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS."

"

APOLLO BELVEDERE STATUETTE.-While paying a visit to the muscum of Avignon a short time back, I noticed among the Roman antiquities a well-preserved bronze statuette of the Apollo Belvedere. Unlike that of the Vatican, however, the right fore-arm touches the side and hip. There may be other minor differences, but I, having only my memory to guide me, did not notice them. The small scale of the figure, which is not, I should think, more than The Benchers, when they saw it, decided that six inches high, would cause any slight dissimit was very appropriate, and that they would let ilarities to be easily overlooked. The highest it stand-chance having done their work for authorities have agreed in condemning Montorthem as well as they could have done it for them-soli's restoration of the Apollo, without being selves.

Any thing that reminds us of the lapse of time should remind us also of the right employment of time in doing whatever business is required to be done.

A similar lesson is solemnly conveyed in the Scripture motto to a sun-dial: "The night cometh when no man can work."

able, so far as I know, to show how it should have been restored. May not this statuette throw a light on the matter? I forward this Note in the hopes that some of your readers, better judges of such things than 1, may have noticed the figure to which I refer; or if not, that they may do so at the next opportunity, as I cannot but think that a good sketch or scientific description of it would be interesting to the artist-world.

Another useful lesson is conveyed in the motto to a sun-dial erected by the late Bishop Copleston in a village near which he resided:-Notes and Queries. "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath."

S.