'How can parents be so indifferent about their children, as not to make inquiries among Protestant clergymen, whether there are not any Protestant schools to be found in this extensive capital of corruption! Let me inform them that the addresses of these clergymen are to be had at the Protestant library kept by M. Delay, No. 2, Rue Tronchet.

I implore all editors of English newspapers, who at all value religious truth, to publish this letter in their columns, and to give to it as much publicity as possible, and in case I should hereafter learn any facts of the same character I will communicate them to you, and also give you the names of the proselyters.

'Pray accept the assurance of my Christian esteem. 'N. ROUSSEL.' 57, Rue Vaugirard, Paris, July 1, 1847.

This letter, which ought to awaken the anxious caution of every Protestant parent sending their daughters abroad for education, appeared in the Record some weeks ago. It is a subject in which some readers of our Magazine may have a personal interest, not for their own children, for we do not think our pages circulate much amongst those who would think a good French pronunciation or a cheap education, sufficient reasons for exposing their children to the fearful perils of contact with Popery, but possibly for the children of near and dear friends. We therefore wrote to M. Roussel, requesting any farther particulars he might think well to publish with regard to the cases of seduction which have already come under his notice, and also the names of any sound Protestant establishments for education, which he could recommend to those parents, whose circumstances render it desirable to send

their children abroad. He kindly answered our letter at once, but his reply was delayed by the way, and was not in time for last month's number. He declines giving farther information respecting those establishments, which have abused the indolent confidence of English parents; thinking, that the fear of future exposure in England held over them will be more efficacious than revelations of the past. With regard to our second inquiry, M. Roussel adds, "I know personally four Protestant houses, where young ladies are received to be instructed and trained up in a Christian manner. Here is the list :

At Paris, Madame Deloffre, 15, Rue la Fayette.

"L'Institution Morave, address Dr. Jahr, 30, Rue

Blanche.

'At Marseilles, Mesdames Juventin, Maitresses de Pension.

'At Orthès, Madame Reclus.

'I can recommend these four houses as truly Christian. There are, doubtless, other excellent establishments, but the heads of them not being known to me, I forbear to seek their names, without wishing, in the least, to imply, that they are inferior to those which I happen to know.'

We do earnestly press this subject on the attention of Christian parents. If any instance had occurred of English children being exposed to physical cruelty, or moral corruption in France, how general would be the outcry raised in England; but, Popish seductions are slurred over as a matter of little moment, because pa rents do not see the imminent peril to which the souls of their children are exposed. They view a seduction to Popery rather as a change of name-an annoyance, indeed, which they had not calculated on as the result of a

foreign education, but no vital evil. They care not for the dishonour done to the Saviour by their own children, each time they call on the Virgin or the saints, as if he were unwilling to hear them; they care not that their children are turned away from Christ, the only way of a sinner's salvation, to refuges of lies, penances, indulgences, and absolution from the hands of a sinner like themselves; they know nothing of the moral dangers to which the confessional may expose their inexperienced youth. They are themselves only Protestants in name, and can, therefore, forgive their children for assuming the name of Roman Catholics. The heads of these Roman Catholic schools may have committed a gross breach of trust, in tampering with the faith of their pupils; but, surely the greatest blame rests with parents, who could willingly expose their children to such danger.

We cannot conclude this notice of M. Roussel's letter, without again bringing before our readers his works for children, so admirably adapted for English schoolrooms. The tales in 'La Jeunesse Morale et Religieuse,' are as clever as they are Christian; and parents may well rejoice to have such a substitute for Voltaire, Madame de Genlis, and the other questionable books which are so often put into the hands of children during their French studies. Besides those we mentioned in a former Number, there are three thin octavo volumes, entitled, 'Scénes Bibliques,' with sixty steel engravings, corresponding to them. All M. Roussel's works may be procured of Partridge and Oakey, London.

KATHLEEN OF MORA.-No. II.

"The field is wasted, the land mourneth. . . . The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down, for the corn is withered."-JOEL.

THE beauty of moonlight reposed upon the bay of Mora, and clothed rocks and mountains in shadowy beams; but the still silence of night was not there. The red beacon-blaze of the bonfires was still mirrored in the calm waters near the promontory; and, though midnight had long passed, joyous tones of music still mingled with sounds of laughter and merriment. Even the mute of Dunfeeny had caught the festive spirit of the scene to which he had wandered, and created much amusement by his arch imitations of the movements of the dancers.

Suddenly the general glee was checked by the appearance of the dark-browed Morony, standing upon a high rock close to the assembly. He had been roused into partial sobriety by the application of sea-water, and now stood up to vent the dark passions of his heart on those who had amused themselves at his expense. Waving his torch around his head, he demanded silence; and, at length, his extravagant gestures, and the kind of awe in which he was held by the people, induced the musicians to pause, when he exclaimed, Children of Erris and Tyrawley, hear me ; here on the maring that parts yer baronies, I see the black shade of the year that's before ye. Sons of the misty mountains, soon will the staff

of Erin fail ye. Daughters of Glenullen, death is over you, like the strong eagle swooping over the tendther lamb. The foot of Croagh-na-mallen will be black with unburied dead. From Dunfeeny to Broadhaven, and round to Achill, half-living men will crawl down the rocks to gather the salt sea-weed, and earn a long slow death by the bitter cranagh. Ye sowed rotten seed, and ye think the earth will give back a good return: the naturals themselves might laugh at ye for the thought. I told ye so as ye sowed, an' ye laughed at ould Morony; but, I bide my time, I bide my time. Ye sowed rottenness, and ye'll dig rottenness; and then, ye'll lie down and strew the green fields wid yer bones. Many's the light foot that's dancin' here to-night, will wandher far and wide for the bit to keep life, and wont find it ; many's the eye that's bright as moonshine on the bay this blessed minute, will be shut in darkness, and covered in clay before the year's over many's the heart that's now bating high and strong, will wither and pine, till it rests under the green sod. Ye laughed at me tonight, but it 'ill be my turn to laugh then. Drink on, boys, drink on; I beg yer pardons for stoppin' ye, dance away, dance while ye can ; there's many of ye

will be cowld and stiff when St. John's moon looks down on ye again.'

Morony paused, and flung his torch into the sea; the pitch hissed and glimmered for a moment, and then disappeared. 'Look there, boys,' continued the famineseer; look there: so will the blaze of your joy go out in salt tears and darkness; so will ye drop from this beautiful world! Dance on, now, dance while ye can!' With a fiendish look of exultation at the startled crowd, Morony withdrew, Shrewd and observant as he was, his predictions were usually the result of cal