TEMPERANCE.

IMPORTANT PUBLICATION.-The most effective and valuable work on the subject of teetotalism which we have ever read, has just issued from the Dublin press. It is entitled—“ A Lecture on Teetotalism, by a celebrated Preacher," and is dedicated by permission to the Rev. Mr. Mathew. The author has treated his subject with vast ability, exhibiting deep research and close reasoning. The appalling effects of intemperance are laid bare, and innumerable authorities adduced in support of the lecturer's argument. The advocates of teetotalism throughout the country would do well to secure copies of this excellent work.

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WEXFORD. Mr. W. B. West, the corresponding secretary of the Wexford Mechanics' Institute, has published a letter in a Wexford Journal, setting forth a resolution of that body admitting all teetotallers free of expense to the advantages of a night school which has been formed in the institution. Mr. West, in the course of his excellent observations on the blessings of temperance, thus alludes to the gigantic strides" making by the Americans in the cause:"A treatise on temperance lately issued from the American press, of which they circulated gratis one million of copies !-and an effort is now in progress to place a bound volume of Dr. Sewall's Pathology of Drunkenness' in every school in the United States, of which in New York alone there are eleven thousand! to be accompanied by coloured plates, exactly depicting the transition of the human stomach from perfect health to the last stage of cancerous alcoholic disease, wrought by the free use of stimulating drinks.” Mr. West states that he has

made arrangements to have it exhibited in the lectureroom of the Wexford institution-an example worthy of imitation by all similar societies.

WICKLOW.-A correspondent has furnished us with an interesting account of a teetotal meeting held on the 21st December at Ballyffagh, in this county. The evils of intemperance, and the happy effects resulting from its avoidance, were forcibly illustrated by several speakers.

LIVERPOOL MECHANICS' INSTITUTION. This admirable and most effective establishment is in a flourishing condition. By the last report it appears that 3,767 members subscribe to the institution. The library contains 10,000 volumes. The circulation of books averages 274 volumes per day throughout the year. There are three schools-the higher and lower, held in the day time, for the children chiefly of members; and the evening school, for the benefit of members themselves, children, and apprentices. In the high school are 311 pupils in the lower 575-average of persons attending evening classes 400. There are 45 instructors, by whom all useful and polite branches of education are taught. There is an excellent museum, and a spacious lecture theatre, capable of holding 1,500 persons. The system adopted is well calculated to effect the important objects in view. Members pay a guinea a year-sons or apprentices of members become members by paying 5 shillings per year. An exhibition of fine arts, manufactures, and natural history occasionally takes place; that in 1842 occupied 20 large rooms the price of admission varied from 6d. to Is. 100,000 persons visited it-the sum realised was 4,000/., which left a clear balance of 2,000/. The gross annual revenues of the institution amount to about 7,000l.-salaries of officers, 5,000l. The advantages of the institution are, however, almost exclusively embraced by the middle classes.

EMIGRATION FROM IRELAND.

A return of the number of emigrants from Londonderry to British America and the United States for the years 1841 and 1842 has been published, which shews an increase last year of 747 over the preceding. The numbers were-in 1841, 5392-in 1842, 6139 It appears that several hundreds from that and the neighbouring counties made Liverpool the port of departure from Europe-so that the actual amount of emigration from that part of Ireland has been much greater. Emigration from the other counties tn Ireland has been equally extensive.

THE IRISH EMIGRANT'S FAREWELL.
Farewell, lovely Erin! farewell to the bowers
Where often in boyhood I squander'd the day;
Where I pull'd from their tendrils the sweetest of flowers,
And bask'd in the light of the sun's latest ray.

At the close of the evening, in calm autumn weather,
Oh! often my lover and I were together

On the blue-blossom'd banks of our own mountain heather,
Where beam'd ev'ry beauty of Erin machree!
How oft have we courted beneath the green willow,
Whilst warblers enchanted the grove and the dell,
And the moon ting'd the foam of the far western billow,
Where broad streamers float and the wide surges swell?
Alas! how I sigh'd, as my love on my bosom
Had cried, "My dear youth, am I surely to lose him?
May Fortune prove faithful, as on she pursues him,
The hope of his fond one and Erin machree!"
Farewell to my country!-our vessel moves slowly,
And friends are bewailing our loss from the shore;
As their cries rend the air, my poor spirits are lowly,
To think I may ne'er see my countrymen more!
Farewell to my sweetheart, my home, and my dwelling,
Where all my dear playmates their love-tales are telling,
And patriot feelings each bosom are swelling-
Farewell, dearest Erin! sweet Erin machree!

F.

HOPE. Human life has not a surer friend, nor many times a greater enemy, than hope. Hope is the miserable man's God, which in the hardest gripe of calamity never fails to yield him beams of comfort. It is to the presumptuous man a devil, which leads him a while in a smooth way, and on a sudden makes him break his neck. Hope is to a man as a blad der to one learning to swim; it keeps him from sinking in the bosom of the waves, and by that help he may attain the exercise; but yet it many times makes him venture beyond his height; and then if that breaks, or a storm rises, he drowns without recovery. How many would die, did not hope sustain them! How many have died by hoping too much! This wonder we may find in hope that she is both a flatterer and a true friend. Like a valiant captain in a losing battle, it is ever encouraging man, and never leaves him till they both expire together. While breath pants in the dying body, there is hope fleeting in the wavering soul. It is almost as the air on which the mind doth live. Who could live surrounded by calamities, did not smiling hope cheer him with expectation of deliverance? There is no estate so miserable as to exclude her comfort. Imprison, vex, fright, torture, shew death with his horid brow, yet hope will dash in her reviving rays, that shall illumine and exhilarate in the swell of these.

REMARKABLE STREAM.-At the bottom of a wood belonging to W. Turton, Esq., of Knowlton, in Flintshire, is a rill of water which empties itself into the River Dee; and when a person strides across it, he is in the kingdom of England, the principality of Wales, in the provinces of Canterbury and York, and the dioceses of Chester and Lichfield and Coventry, in the counties of Flint and Salop, and in two townships.

SOCIETY.

The common boast of a rich man, that "he can pay his way, and is obliged to nobody," is a very silly boast; for the man is a debtor to others for all that he possesses; and, of course, the larger his possessions are, the more he is in debt. That debt is, however, due only to society generally; and therefore no individual member of society is entitled to ask payment of it. It is not a debt which can be paid with money. It must be paid in conduct, and in doing those particular dnties which belong to his

station.

In like manner, the man who is destitute, who possesses nothing, and has nothing to do, is not independent of society, for to society he is indebted for his very power of so doing; and if he has had opportunities of turning those powers to account, and has neglected them, he is more deeply and criminally a debtor. However wretched he may feel, or may be in reality, he is still much better than if he were not in society; for then he would be without the abilities of doing; whereas the very worst that can happen in society is, being without the opportunity or the will of turning those abilities to account. It is not always very easy to distinguish between the want of opportunity and the want of will, because there is a will to find opportunity as well as a will to improve it, when it is known; and, in both cases, the proverb, "where there is a will there is a way," holds true.

A RIVER COMPARED TO HUMAN LIFE.-The river, small and clear in its origin, gushes forth from rocks, falls into deep glens, and wantons and meanders through a wild and picturesque country, nourishing only the uncultivated tree or flower by its dew or spray. In this, its state of infancy and youth, it may be compared to the human mind, in which fancy and strength of imagination are predominant-it is more beautiful than useful. When the different rills or torrents join, and descend into the plain, it becomes slow and stately in its motions; it is applied to move machinery, to water meadows, and to bear upon its bosom the stately barge-it this mature As it flows on state, it is deep, strong, and useful. towards the sea, it loses its force and its motion, and at last, as it were, becomes lost, and mingled with the mighty abyss of waters.

TEMPERANCE IN THE ARMY.-On New Year's Day about ninety of the soldiers of the 54th regt., stationed in Belfast, adopted the total abstinence principle. Above four hundred of this regiment are now total abstainers.

EFFECTS OF POVERTY.-The poverty of the poor is misery, but it is endurable; it can bear the sight of men. The poverty of the once affluent is unendurable, it avoids the light of day, and shuns the sympathy of those who would relieve it; it preys upon the heart, and corrodes the mind; it screws up every nerve to such an extremity of tension, that one cold look, the averted eye, even of casual acquaintance known in prosperity, snaps the cord at once, and leaves the self despised object of it a mere wreck

of a man.

The Irish, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, have often ben represented as altogether ignorant and barb rous. Read the letters of their chiefs to the Spaniards in the " Pacata Hibernia," and then judge for yourself.

SPANISH PHYSICIANS.-In the present day the fee of a physician in Spain is said to be two-pence from a tradesman, ten-pence from the man of fashion, and nothing from the poor. Some noble families agree with t physician by the year, paying him annually four-core reals-that is, sixteen shillings for his atte lace on them and their families.

THE MAN OF THE WORLD.

A man of the world! say what means the phrase?
Is it worthy of envy-intended as praise-
A name to enjoy which is worthy the strife-
A breast-plate of honour to guard us thro' life?
Or is it a title bestowed on the great,

Or the man who unflinching bears up against fate,
Endures without murmur his portion of woe-
Keeps at bay the misfortunes he cannot o'erthrow ?
Or does he inherit it, he that is good,
Who shares with the wretched his last scrap of food;
Who, forgetting the causes, sees only the need,
And receives in his heart the reward of the deed?
No! show me the man who has scarcely a thought,
Save of self-one action of whom never brought
The full tear to gratitude's eye;

Whose heart, seared and callous, has ne'er heaved a sigh
For his fellows' misfortunes-humanity's ills;
But has, serpent-like, crawled to the station he fills,
By slavishly crouching to even slaves' wills;
Who ne'er in his life one ragged virtue unfurl d-
That's-mark him-that is-the man of the world!

Yes! the owner of that cautious and deeply-marked face
With craftiness claims and how justly, his place
At that board where the cunning alone may sit down,
Where honesty meets but the sneer or the frown-
And lolls on that lap-where worth finds its grave-
Which flings out the man, and which fondles the knave-
Him-the man of the world!

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one of Glancullen's mounts makes the research of a short visit very limited. After a day's tramp I reached a curious pile of rock, said to have been a Druid's altar, and beneath its long unused slab sate I, to sigh o'er all the mouldering piles of human construction. As the winds pealed by, so did my thoughts to the people of centuries past, to those of ages to come, in this reflection, that now stood one of a nation converted from pagan rights and superstitions, whose dress, like his religion, was unknown at their altars, and may, perchance, be forgotten in ages to come-whilst thou, rude relic, remain, the silent mockery of both. Is it impossible that again the light of those skies and the mirror of the Godhead's earth be mistaken for Himself, and that congregations of idolators may yet assemble to pour out again the blood of the victims of their sacrifice through those former channels still traceable upon that altar slab, and taint their orisons with its profanity? Oh! how I mourn lest a future people, like those gone by, mistake the streams of Redemption's blood for the foul ones of beasts, and slay them to a created sun! Forbid it, Faith!

On my return, as I paced the hills made difficult by swamps and thorns, ranges of broken stones, and mounds of clay, I was at length placed on a plane near Glancullen's top, where stood an erect, unchiselled stone of vast dimensions, footed at a distance of some feet by a smaller one, both stationed at a few paces from a rather verdant elevation, curiously encompassed by entrenchments. The one, I was told, is the grave of an Irish giant, long resident on those hills: the other, (of course with more truth,) the site of an Irish beacon, of the twelfth century, posited in view of Dublin and of similarly situated encampments on the surrounding hills of the adjoining counties, to convey telegraphic despatches of Danish move

ments.

Having topped the mountain, the descent was relieved from scenes altogether rude, e'en as the religion and conceptions of those whose relics I left, by the elevated sign of Redemption formed of simple stone, and the chapel; and grouped in this view is the residence of Glancullen's pastora man who is the comfort of a little known people whose education, mental ability, and fardistant travel, render him a scholar, an able author, and the star of his circle. Religion is here doing the work of God most happily by the noble machine of Temperance: convinced that a sober people must become moral, intellectual, and free, this peasantry have all of them, nearly to a man, assembled round the glorious standard of Teetotalism, to which they adhere with becoming fidelity. G. V. B.

January, 1843.

The pilgrim groaned-oh! a fearful groan!
And the beasts crouched back in dread;
But the eyes they feared had turned to stone-
The hapless wretch was dead !—

A moment's pause the vulture screamed
His hellish carnage-cry!

A moment more, and the hot blood steamed
Thick-vapid-smokily;

And the hiss and the rush, and the snarl and growl,
And the flapping of wings-and the crash!
And the munch and the crunch, and the stifled howl,
As the bones and the sinews smash;

And the liquid lapping, and dragging and tearing,

And snorting the gore around,

And the gorging that keeps the strained eye staring
All vacantly on the ground:

And the torn flesh, gaping and bleeding and quivering,
And the stark, dead face, dull white,
By the twisted hair all set a-shivering,
Like a murderer's dream at night.