utterable things, "you do me too much hon-government built for the use of the troops in or." "Not at all," replied Whately; "you the Royal Barracks. His Royal Highness were born, I believe, in 1801." the Duke of Cambridge then commanded the Whately's charities were unbounded. He garrison, and in order to make this ceremony gave away, during the famine year, not less as imposing as possible, the troops were pathan £8,000; and his outlay on acts of benev-raded, and the church was crammed with sololence, in the course of the thirty-two years of diers. At the gate leading into the enclosure his incumbency, did not fall short of £50,- within which the church stood, His Royal 000. He was quite as much hand-and-glove, Highness waited with the principal staff likewise, quite as familiar and as amusing, officers and clergy to receive the archbishop. with the peasantry who worked for him, or By and by, about half an hour after the ap with whom he came in contact, as with their pointed time, the archbishop's carriage drove betters. Soon after his first arrival at his up; but, instead of arriving in his robes, country-house of Still-Organ, the hay was the archbishop descended from it wrapped ripe, and a number of men were called in to up in a greatcoat, and, without stopping to mow and make it. They were resting for a salute any of those who stood to do him honmoment to refresh themselves on the food or, passed into the vestry. There was anwhich the archbishop supplied, when Whate- other pause; all present expecting that, ly found them. "Are you good runners?” having robed, he would come forth and prohe said. "Yes, your honor," replied sev-ceed with the consecration. Nothing of the eral; "we ran agin' the east wind yesterday, sort. He caused the necessary entries to be and bate it." “Well, now, I'll give this halfcrown to the man that first touches that tree." The tree grew at the other end of the field, and the field was a wide one. Up sprung all the mowers, and the archbishop, standing behind, gave the word, "Once, twice, thrice, and away!" Away they went, and the foremost were nearing the tree, when rapid steps were heard behind them, and a pair of long legs swept by them all. It was the archbishop himself, who, touching the tree, turned round, and laughed immoderately, an exercise in which, after a moment given to blank astonishment, the whole field joined; and he put the half-crown back into his own pocket.

made in the registry books, which were laid on the table before him, signed them, and, turning to the senior chaplain, said, "Now your church is made a church according to law; you may dismiss the congregation.” And the congregation, being detained only till the archbishop departed as he had come, was dismissed, partly amused, partly offended, with the whole proceeding.

As long as Archbishop Murray lived, Whately's influence in the Commission of National Education was, or seemed to be, supreme. He named those books which were to be used as class-books, and wrote several of them. He gave a tone to the regulations upon which the system was to be worked. For thirty years and more, Richard Whate- | His leaning, if he had any, was in favor of ly led the sort of life, of which, in the pre- the prejudices of the Roman Catholics, which ceding pages, we have endeavored to present he guarded against attack down to the mian epitome. He was an indefatigable re- nutest point. The consequence was that, of former of abuses all the while in his own open opposition, the weightiest amount came way; in his own way a most conscientious for a while from the Protestant clergy. Had head of an archdiocese; a severe student; they but thrown themselves heart and soul a voluminous writer; no orator, certainly, into the movement, they might have guided either in the House of Lords or in the pulpit, its course to this day. They not only held but in both situations a propounder of good aloof, however, but openly denounced the and wise things; in politics a Liberal, with- whole scheme as deliberately intended for the out being a Whig; and in religion honest overthrow of Protestantism and the establishand sound, yet intolerant of fanaticism. His ment of popery in Ireland. On the other hand, contempt for outward show, especially in the acquiescence of the great body of the Romatters ecclesiastic, carried him at times too man Catholic ecclesiastics was, as the result far. For example, it became his duty, as has shown, hollow throughout. Partly out bishop of the diocese, to consecrate a fine of deference to the wishes of Archbishop Murchurch which, about sixteen years ago, the ray, partly with the deeper design of making

themselves masters of the situation, they ac- the rejection of any of them from the list of cepted for twenty years the boon which the recognized text-books was an outrage which government gave them, subject to an occa- he could not bear patiently. But he was sional growl of remonstrance from Archbishop too keen-sighted not to see that his books Cullen. At last Dr. Murray died, and Dr. were thrown aside, because whatever religious Cullen becoming Romish archbishop in his instruction they conveyed was not Romish room, matters underwent a change. First a instruction; and that the next demand of book of sacred poetry, which Whately had the body which had achieved this preliminary arranged, and in part compiled, was objected triumph, would be, either that to the priests to. With miraculous unanimity, all the Ro-exclusively the religious instruction of the man Catholic children in all the schools of children attending the national schools should Ireland suddenly discovered that its teach- be committed, or else that the system in Ireing impugned the faith. Next it was found land should be assimilated to that in Engout, that to place a volume of evidences of land, and separate grants of public money the truth of Christianity in the hands of made to each of the great religious bodies young people, was to suggest doubts which into which the population of Ireland is diotherwise might never have occurred to them. vided. And, finally, the board determined on disusing for the future Whately's favorite treatise, bis Lessons from the Bible. The archbishop's indignation knew no bounds. He remonstrated and protested in every quarter where the faintest hope of being attended to presented itself; and at last, finding his efforts vain, withdrew from the board. No heavier blow ever fell upon an enthusiast in the cause of good. The object for which he had labored during all the years of his primacy was defeated; and Whately became, as enthusiasts are apt to do when their favorite schemes go wrong, soured and despondent.

His abandonment of the board, and the openness with which he denounced its proceedings, effected a sort of reconciliation between him and his clergy. And the setting up by some members of his family of a sort of orphanage, in which the children of Roman Catholics were received, and trained to become Protestants, led some of the more zealous of the body to speak of him as a converted man. It was a great mistake. Whately continued to the last what he had been since his arrival in Dublin,-an honest believer in the impolicy, not to say the iniquity, of interfering with the religious convictions of any class of Christians. And his objection to the board, and to the system of education which it promoted, lay entirely in this: that both had departed from the principle on which they were originally established. It may be, it probably is, true enough that wounded self-conceit gave pungency to this objection. Whately loved his own works, because they were portions of himself, and

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The last years of Whately's life were a good deal overcast by the mortification incident to the breakdown of his favorite schemes, and by failing health. He began likewise to feel more acutely than he once did the attacks which his enemies made upon him. During the prevalence of the cholera he had delivered a charge to his clergy, which went farther than to defend them from the charge brought against them by the Romanists of neglecting their sick parishioners through fear of infec tion. Dr. Whately, neither assenting to the statement nor denying it, labored to prove that all comparisons between the responsibilities of Protestant clergymen and Romish priests in such a case must fail. The Roman Catholic layman is taught to believe that, however sinful his life may have been, the reception of the last sacraments of the church, in the hour of death, will pass his soul into paradise. The Protestant is taught, whether he believe it or not, that there is no virtue in any sacrament to cleanse the guilty soul which is passing, unrepentant, into the presence of its Maker. What, therefore, is a stern duty for the priest, is not a duty for the clergyman,-at the risk of catching the disease himself, and, it may be, conveying it to his wife and children. Whately was right in logic, but wrong in morals; nor did we ever hear that his charge had any effect in keeping the more earnest of the clergy away from visiting and offering such consolation as they could to the dying members of their flocks. But Dr. Doyle and Dr. Cullen did not fail to make the most of the archbishop's indiscretion; and now that he was

was no common man.

separated from them in the great work of Enough has been stated to show that Whately educating the people, they took every opporHis intellect was tunity of throwing it in his teeth. large, his understanding untiring, his prejudices strong, his inconsistencies very striking. Never stooping to flatter others, he dearly loved flattery himself, which could scarcely be offered to him too broadly or too lavishly. A keen political economist, he was yet generous to those who stood in need. Often saying rude and harsh things, his heart was as kind as that of a woman. The greatest joker and punster of his day next to Sydney Smith, his natural disposition was tinged with melancholy. He relished the society of clever women, yet professed to hold women's judgments cheap. They never reason," he used to say, "or if they do, they either draw correct inferences from wrong premises, or wrong inferences from correct premises; and they always poke the fire from the top." Of his literary labors it may suffice to say that they were as extensive as they were varied. Essays on all subjects,— in religion, from "The Kingdom of Christ " to "The Origin of the Pagan Superstitions,"

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At last the strength of his naturally strong constitution began to fail. For thirty years he had abjured the use of medicine, and when gangrene of the leg showed itself, he refused to call in the assistance of the faculty. His remedy for every incipient illness had been abstinence and exercise; and so long as the frame retained its vigor, these served his purpose. But the old man could not throw off his coat as the young man used to do, and cleave or saw wood till he got into a violent perspiration. Even abstinence failed to be effective; and partial paralysis came on. Not even paralysis, however, could damp the archbishop's energies. The mind was as vigorous as ever; and he compelled the feeble body to do the mind's bidding still. went about confirming and delivering addresses to his clergy and his people, after sheer debility constrained him over and over again to sit down and rest more than once during the progress of what he was about. But not even his strong will could hold at sermons, lectures, charges, school-books, bay the enemy which was advancing on him. tales, dramas, imaginary voyages, followed In March, 1863, his leg grew alarmingly one another in rapid succession. The "Eleworse. He refused to be treated for it, or ments of Logic and of Rhetoric" went through even to give it rest. The disease gained many editions. His "Introductory Lectures ground, as might be expected, and he became on Political Economy" were four times reunable to quit his bed. His bodily suffer-printed. He edited Bacon's "Essays," Paings were very great, yet he never uttered a ley's "Moral Philosophy," Paley's "Evicomplaint. On the 14th of September, when dences," annotating each. No subject, in his dissolution was momentarily expected, he fact, appeared above, none beneath, his atreceived the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, tention. He prepared the lines which head surrounded by his family; and he continued the copy-books generally used in the Irish to live, with his mental faculties perfect, up schools. His book of English synonyms is to Monday, the 7th of October. One of his still extensively read; his "Thoughts on the last speeches might alone suffice to vindicate Sabbath" still afford ground for discussion his memory from the silly charges which and disputation.. But more remains to be were, by the Evangelical clergy, brought said. He never wrote a line which, though against him in the vigor of his days. "It is a many might differ from its teaching, any great mercy," said the Rev. T. Nelgan, who sat one could with justice say that it was either beside him," it is a great mercy, my lord, childish or unreasonable. If Whately may that, though your body be weak, your intellect not be classed among the profoundest thinkis vigorous still.” "Don't talk to me any ers of his day, it is past dispute that his more," was the reply, "about intellect; mind never lay fallow. He was always there is nothing now for me except Christ." busy, and never, in his efforts, aimed at ends The readers of this article can scarcely de- which were mean or selfish. He was relisire that we should carry it beyond the point gious without affectation, honest and sincere, at which we have now arrived, by presenting a philosopher and a buffoon, a Christian morthem with a detailed analysis of the charac-alist and a merry-Andrew. Peace to his ter, moral and intellectual, of the remarkable ashes! He deserved a better biographer man whose career we have been following. than William John Fitzpatrick, J. P..

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PART XIII.-CHAPTER XLV.

A SHOCK FOR TONY.

train for Genoa, and catch the morning steamer to Naples."

Tony asked no better; and I am afraid to have to confess that he engaged at a game of pool" with all the zest of one who carried no weighty care on his breast.

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When the time for leave-taking came, Sir Joseph shook his hand with cordial warmth, telling him to be sure to dine with him as he came through Turin. Hang up your hat here, Butler; and if I should be from home, tell them that you are coming to dinner."

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Ir Tony Butler took no note of time as he sat at breakfast with Sir Joseph, he was only sharing the fortune of every man who ever found himself in that companionship. From one end of Europe to the other, his equal could not be found. It was not alone that he had stores of conversation for the highest capacities and the most cultivated minds, but he possessed that thorough knowledge of life so interesting to men of the world, and with it that insight into character which is so often the key to the mystery of state-craft; and with all these he had a geniality and a winning grace of look, voice, and demeanor that sent one from his presence with the thought that, if the world could but compass a few more like him, one would not change the planet for the brightest in the firmament. Breakfast over, they smoked; then they had a game at billiards; after that they strolled into the garden, and had some pistol-firing. Here Tony acquitted himself creditably, and rose in his host's esteem; for the minister liked a man who could do anything-no matter what very well. Tony, too, gained on him. His own fine joyous nature understood at once the high-hearted spirit of a young fellow who had no affectations about him, thoroughly at his ease without presump-he, if Alice had but heard how that great tion, and yet, through that gentleman ele- man spoke to me,-if Alice only saw how ment so strong in him, never transgressing familiarly he treated me, it might show her, the limits of a freedom so handsomely ac- perhaps, that others, at least, can see in me corded him. some qualities not altogether hopeless.

While the hours rolled over thus delightfully, a messenger returned to say that he had

Very simple words these. They cost little to him who spoke them, but what a joy and happiness to poor Tony! Oh, ye gentlemen of high place and station, if you but knew how your slightest words of kindness-your two or three syllables of encouragement— give warmth and glow and vigor to many a poor wayfarer on life's high-road, imparting a sense not alone of hope, but of self-esteem, to a nature too distrustful of itself, mayhap you might be less chary of that which, costing you so little, is wealth unspeakable to him it is bestowed upon. Tony went on his way rejoicing; he left that threshold, as many others had left it, thinking far better of the world and its people, and, without knowing it, very proud of the notice of one whose favor he felt to be fame. Ah, thought

been at each of the great hotels, but could-would invade, he dismissed it speedily, find no trace of Colonel Chamberlayne nor of the missing bags.

"Send Moorcap," said the minister. Moorcap was away two hours, and came back with the same story.

with the assurance that it had already safely reached its destination, and that the colonel and Skeffy had doubtless indulged in many a hearty laugh over his embarrassment at its loss. "If they knew but all," muttered he,

"I suspect how it is," said Tony. "Cham-"I take it very coolly. I'm not breaking berlayne has been obliged to start suddenly, and has carried off my bags with his own; but when he discovers his mistake, he'll drop them at Naples."

my heart over the disaster." And so far he was right,-not, however, from the philo- i sophical indifference that he imagined, but simply because he never believed in the calamity, nor had realized it to himself.

Sir Joseph smiled,-perhaps he did not think the explanation very satisfactory; and When he landed at Naples, he drove off at perhaps who knows?—but he thought that once to the lodgings of his friend Damer, the loss of a despatch-bag was not amongst which, though at a considerable height from the heaviest of human calamities. "At all the ground, in a house of the St. Lucca Quarevents," he said, "we'll give you an early ter, he found were dignified with the title of dinner, Butler, and you can start by the late | British Legation, a written notice on the

door informing all readers that " H. B. M.'s | Trafford said at last, Will you forgive my Charge d'Affaires transacted business from admiration of your cloak, Mrs. Butler, but I twelve to four every day." It was two never saw one so beautiful before;' and then I told her who it was that sent it; and she o'clock when Tony arrived, and, notwithstanding the aforesaid announcement, he had to ring three times before the door was opened. At length a sleepy-looking valet appeared to say that "His Excellency "-he styled him so-was in his bath, and could not be seen in less than an hour. Tony sent in his name, and speedily received for answer that he would find a letter addressed to him in the rack over the chimney, and Mr. Damer would be dressed and with him by the time he had read it.

Poor Tony's eyes swam with tears as he saw his mother's handwriting, and he tore open the sheet with hot impatience. It was very short, as were all her letters, and so we give it entire :

"MY OWN DARLING TONY,-Your beautiful present reached me yesterday, and what shall I say to my poor reckless boy for such an act of extravagance? Surely, Tony, it was made for a queen, and not for a poor widow that sits the day long mending her stockings at the window. But aint I proud of it, and of him that sent it! Heaven knows what it has cost you, my dear boy, for even the carriage here from London, by the Royal Parcel Company, Limited, came to thirty-two and fourpence. Why they call themselves Limited after that, is clean beyond my comprehension. [If Tony smiled here, it was with a hot and flushed cheek, for he had forgotten to prepay the whole carriage, and he was vexed at his thoughtlessness.]

"As to my wearing it going to meeting, as you say, it's quite impossible. The thought of its getting wet would be a snare to take my mind off the blessed words of the minister; and I'm not sure, my dear Tony, that any congregation could sit profitably within sight of what-not knowing the love that sent-would seem like a temptation and a vanity before men. Sables, indeed, real Russian sables, appear a strange covering for these old shoulders.

"It was about two hours after it came that Mrs. Trafford called in to see me, and Jeanie would have it that I'd go into the room with my grand new cloak on me; and sure enough I did, Tony, trying all the while not to seem as if it was anything strange or uncommon, but just the sort of wrapper I'd throw round me of a cold morning. But it wouldn't do, my dear Tony. I was half afraid to sit down on it, and I kept turning out the purple satin lining so often that Mrs.

got very red and then very pale, and then walked to the window, and said something about a shower that was threatening; though, sooth to say, Tony, the only threat of rain I could see was in her own blue eyes. But she turned about gayly and said, We are going away, Mrs. Butler,-going abroad; ' and before I could ask why or where, she told me bella had been ordered to pass a winter in in a hurried sort of way that her sister Isasome warm climate, and that they were going to try Italy. She said it all in a strange, quick voice, as if she didn't like to talk of it, and wanted it over; but she grew quite herself again when she said that the gardener would take care that my flowers came regularly, and that Sir Arthur and Lady Lyle would be more than gratified if I would send up for anything I liked out of the garden. 'Don't forget that the melons were all of Tony's sowing, Mrs. Butler,' said she, smiling; and I could have kissed her for the way she said it.

"There were many other kind things she said, and in a way, too, that made them more than kind; so that when she went away, I sat thinking if it was not a temptation to meet a nature like hers,-so sweet, so lovely, and yet so worldly; for in all she spoke, Tony, there was never a word dropped of what sinful creatures we are, and what a thorny path it is that leads us to the better life before us.

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"I was full of her visit, and everything she said, when Dr. Stewart dropped in to say that they had been down again at the Burnside to try and get him to let Dolly go abroad with them. I never liked the notion, Mrs. Butler,' said he, but I was swayed here and swayed there by my thoughts for the lass, what was best for her body's health, and that other health that is of far more value; when there came a letter to me (it was anonymous), saying, "Before you suffer your good and virtuous daughter to go away to a foreign land, just ask the lady that is to protect her if she still keeps up the habit of moonlight walks in a garden with a gentleman for her companion, and if that be the sort of teaching she means to inculcate.". Mrs. Trafford came to the door as I was reading the letter, and I said, What can you make of such a letter as this?' and as she read it her cheek grew purple, and she said, There is an end of our proposal, Dr. Stewart. Tell your daughter I shall importune her no more; but this letter I mean to keep : it is in a hand I know well.' And she went back to the carriage without another word;