Though friends forsake me and despise,
Though persecutions round me roar,
Yet, Lord, on thee my soul relies,

My Shepherd and my Friend in store.

But when life's tempest is gone by,
O, may we find a peaceful home,
O, may we hear that Spirit cry,
Welcome weary wanderers! Come!

LORD HASTINGS' TOMB.

In the bastion under the lofty cavalier of St. John, in a narrow vault, within that little circular railing, lie the mortal remains of a much loftier cavalier, the companion of his sovereign, the supporter of kings and princes: who ruled the destinies of millions, and was buried embalmed in the tears of thousands, -the great, the noble Francis Rawdon, Marquis of Hastings. For six months after the funeral of Lord Hastings, his tomb was bestrewed with choice flowers and garlands by unseen hands; a grateful country people, bringing the produce of their farms to market before the dawn of the morning. The Governor-General of India died in command of the little island of Malta.-Guide to Malta.

RECOLLECTIONS OF IRELAND.

No. III.

A PARISH HISTORY.

EVERY trace of blood forsook Nanny's face; mine I felt to rush to the very top of my head.

The unfortunate Kate,' we simultaneously exclaimed, as if her sufferings must be greater than those of the poor prisoner.

'She cannot long have heard the tidings, if she has heard them yet,' said the rector. I would have gone to her, but felt unequal to the task: I never met an occurrence in the parish that distressed me so much.'

'I dare say she has already got her house filled with such comforters as only aggravate grief,' Mr. Hastings observed; and I was in the act of saying I would go to her, when a bustle in the hall drew our attention. Some one was evidently contending with the servant, who wished to obtain the precedence.

'Let me go, let me go in,' cried a voice whose loud and vehement tones were very different from the timid ones I had before heard. 'I wo'nt be hindered, no, I wo'nt,' and the door flew open, and Kate Conolly, with an appearance as changed as her voice, rushed into the room; her cloak flung loose on her shoulders, her hair hanging about, and her face pale as death.

'Sir!-your Reverence !-Sir !-they have taken

him up!-they have him in gaol-they'll take his life!' and down she fell on the floor

Mr. Hastings raised her on a chair; the rector stood beside her rubbing one of her hands in his; his daughter knelt beside her chair holding her other, one arm was round her waist, and she looked up to her wretched and almost paralyzed countenance with streaming eyes. Where hearts are mutually affected, "the high and the low meet together;" deep sorrow, like the grave, annihilates distinctions.

Kate had sat tearless and pale; apparently in that state of despairing agony which can neither find tears nor words to relief its iron grasp of the heart. Among the lower Irish, however, grief is generally passionate in its expression, and in this case it soon assumed its natural character.

Bending suddenly forward on her seat, Kate clapped her hands several times together, the tears streamed plentifully down her cheeks, and she accompanied each action with the exclamations-' Oh wurra! wurra! wurra! Oh! but I'm the miserable creature! Oh! what will become of me at all! Oh wurra! wurra!'

This transition was a relief to us; boisterous grief is so much more easily witnessed and combatted than that unbreathing, tearless, wordless sorrow, which silently prohibits all attempts at consolation.

'This is wrong, Kate,' said the rector, who could speak now, 'you could hardly be worse if Tennisson were to be executed.'

'Executed!' Kate repeated, catching at the word which checked instantly the flow of her tears. 'Executed!' she repeated, again wiping hastily her cheeks with her apron, and staring almost wildly

Who dare to execute him?

Exc

in our faces. cuted! is it John? and what for would they go to execute him?'

I dare say the rector had often heard people using the same language, when all the time they were quite sensible of the guilt of the person whose probable punishment appeared to be to them so incomprehensible; for, turning aside, he said to me in a low voice, that he was afraid of putting any questions to the poor girl, which might be the means of leading her, involuntarily, to be an evidence against Tennisson, and place himself in an unpleasant situation, if he discovered she was aware of his guilt. Kate caught the last word, for she had been anxiously regarding us; and she maintained the same earnest, but something more sorrowful, as well as an indignant gaze, while she repeated, 'Guilt! Ah then, sure it's not your reverence would be after speaking that word of John?'

'You do not think him guilty then?' I said, for as there was no chance of my being called forward, I wished to know her real sentiments, and was almost prepared for her answer.

Is it I?' springing from her chair, on which her cloak fell. I? oh! that would be the mournful day, John astore, when I would go to think you guilty, or to think you would hurt a hair of the head of one that was a drop's blood to me.'1

'An unanswerable argument that,' I heard Mr. Hastings whisper. It is a pity it would not succeed with a jury of the King's Bench.'

The rector sighed, and said, 'Well, Kate, I can

1 We forgot to state that Delany, who is here alluded to, was related to old Widow Conolly.

say little now, but to direct you to Him "to whom all hearts are open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid." May your sorrow, my poor girl, lead you to seek your God, and to find comfort in His love. I hope to see Tennisson to-morrow, and to hear what account he can give of this dreadful business.'

But your reverence will get him off? your reverence will do that at the least?' Kate cried, imploringly clasping her hands. 'Oh, Miss Nanny, wo'nt you speak for me, and for John, Miss?'

'I tell you, Kate, if I thought he was innocent, I should not require to be urged to any exertion on his behalf.'

'And do you think he is not, sir?' she inquired, in a very altered manner; a firm and almost dignified expression taking place of that of weakness and fear. 'I cannot yet say what I think.'

'Will your reverence go to the town to-morrow, and see him, sir?'

'I intend to do so.'

'Can any one see him, sir?'

'I believe not.'

'What time will you be there, sir?'

'About twelve.

'Good evening, your reverence, good evening, Miss Nanny,' and with a hasty curtsey Kate left the room, with a composure that surprised us.

'What is the cause of this change?' Mr. Hastings demanded. The rector replied that he did not quite understand it.

'Kate was offended by your seeming to doubt Tennisson's innocence,' said Nanny; for women generally understand each other better.