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THE FOUNTAIN TREE. "There are no rivulets or springs in the island of Ferro, except on a part of the beach which is nearly inaccessible. To supply the place of fountains, however, Nature has bestowed upon this island a species of tree, unknown to all other parts of the world. It is of moderate size, and its leaves are straight, long, and evergreen. Around its summit a small cloud perpetually rests, which so drenches th leaves with moisture, that they constantly distil upon the ground a stream of fine clear water. To these trees, as to perennial springs,

the inhabitants of Ferro resort, and are thus supplied with a sufficient abundance of water for themselves and for their cattle."-Cockburn's Voyages.

Morn, with its splendour, dawns on Ferro's isle,
And stately palm-trees woo its winning smile;
The foaming waters on the shore that roll'd
Rest on the sands, like sheets of molten gold;
The wild flowers, blooming 'neath the sultry sky,
Their odours fling to winds that sleep on high;
And sparkling sunbeams once again return,
To soothe the dew-drops in each blossom'd urn.
From the lone steep the herdsman casts his eye
O'er windless waves that seem to meet the sky,
Sighs for the moment when his soul shall rest
With sublime spirits in the golden west,
And thinks the zephyr, sighing through the grove,
Is but the breath of Him who rules above.

But other cares his simple mind employ,
And heaven-born thoughts are damp'd by life's alloy;
His helpless herds upon the parching plain
Demand his care, and must not plead in vain.
With rapid speed he seeks the well-known tank,
From whence, last eve, himself and cattle drank;
But disappointment dims his sparkling eye-
He gains the tank, alas! to find it dry!
With speedy step again he mounts the steep,
With timid glance again surveys the deep,
Uplifts his voice, and fearless prays aloud,
Asks the Great Spirit for some liquid cloud,
Whose silver streams might genially descend,
His wants to aid, and all his cares to end;
Then yields his homage up to nature's God,
And treads with pride the soil his fathers trod,
Far in the forest waste, the tall arcade
Of leaf-clad alcoves yields its spreading shade,
Where beauteous birds, with painted plumage, fly,
Now soar above, and seem to seek the sky;
Now dazzle like the things of elfin birth,
And swoop
in eddying circles near the earth.
With magic power, the Fountain Tree distils
Its liquid streams from leaves like tiny rills;
In the rude tank it pours its copious store,
Now gushing to the brim, now flowing o'er,
The pressing wants of human life supplies,
And gives to man what nature else denies.
Its feathery branches tapering to the sky,

Through whose straight leaves the zephyrs gently sigh,
Send forth the streams that fall in tanks below,
As lofty hills transmit the melted snow.

The flowers refresh'd admit the healing power,
And smile and sparkle in the silvery shower;
And travellers' led by science from afar,

Whom neither dangers daunt, nor troubles scare,
Alike admit the spell that dwells in thee,

Thou source of good-thou matchless Fountain Tree!
T. 8. M.

MANUFACTURE OF IRON.

A mode of making malleable iron from ore has been invented by Mr. Clay, and is used at the Shiroa works, near Kirkintilloch. By this process a mixture of dry hæmatite or other rich iron ore, is ground up fine, with about four-tenths of its weight of small coal. This mixture is allowed to pass gradually through a hopper into an oven adjoining, and forming part of a species of puddling furnace, into which a given quantity is drawn at stated times, when thoThe charge is then roughly and uniformly heated. puddled in the usual manner, but with less labour than when working plate iron; and in about an hour and a half the iron is produced in a malleable state, fit for shingling and rolling into bars. After another process of filing and rolling again, malleable iron bars are produced of a quality superior to the cable bolts or best iron usually made by the long and expensive process of calcining the ore, smelting in the blast furnace, and refining the pig-iron, and the saving of fuel is necessarily very great The iron is stated, also, to be capable of being converted into steel of superior quality, and when worked by Mr. Heath's plan, of uniting manganese with the process, cast steel was produced, which possessed the property of welding or uniting to iron; and in consequence, all the cutlery which was formerly made of shear steel, is now made of cast steel.

TREATMENT OF FEMALES IN CHINA -The inbumanity of the Chinese to girls is shown in a horrible form; a large portion of them is doomed to an unavoidable and premature death; scarcely has the poor little babe seen the light than it is drowned in warm water, or, still more horrible to think, thrown into the street, where if it be not devoured by dogs or swine (which is often the case,) it is picked up by scavengers, who go round the houses every morning for this purpose, cast the helpless infants into carts, and convey them to pits prepared for the purpose outside the walls, where they are promiscuously thrown, whether alive or dead, and left to perish. Those who live in boats have as little remorse in casting the poor little innocents into the water; and their bodies when floating past receive no more attention than those of dogs or cats. It is computed that about thirty thousand female infants are murdered every year in this way. Those girls allotted to service, are at the age of seven or eight years secluded from the other sex, and, therefore, are never allowed to be in company with any of them, except their husband after marriage. Girls are married very early, as fathers are anxious to be relieved of the burthen and expense of their maintenance, and also to obtain the price paid for them by the bridegroom; for their helpless and interesting victims are literally sold to the highest bidder, and competition is invited by the father publicly announcing that a husband is required for his daughter.

CONVERSATION.-The first ingredient is truth; the next, good news; the third, good humonr; the fourth, wit.

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THE DUBLIN JOURNAL

OF TEMPERANCE, SCIENCE, AND LITERATURE.

No. 20.-VOL. II.

PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY.

THE HOMELESS SON.

"Mollissima corda

Humano generi dare se natura fatetur,
Qua lachrymas dedit; hec nostri pars optima sensus, ¡
Plorare ergo jubet casum lugentis amici."

CHAP. I.

JUVENAL.

Who has not lost a friend, a parent, a beloved one, or a home? Surely, not all on earth's vast expanse can compensate the generous, the feeling heart for such a loss; and no earthly return can half repay it to a higher region, at a purer source, and from a holier clime-from religionfrom God must descend, must come to us consolation. It was in the year 183, in one of the delightful bathing places of Ireland's summer south, that the incidents of his life were revealed to the writer by a young gentleman, whose human shell now moulders in the tomb! Upon the sea coast, by whose craggy beach it was my custom to saunter, and cradle my thoughts in the wild though soft blasts on its shore, and lull them into forgetfulness of all beside, by the rude though plaintive voice of her surges, many an inviting cell was formed, into whose shelter the screech of gulls and the art-like structures of their portals, oft invited

me.

upon the

Within the entrance, and upon one of the well-washed Neptune lounges in one of those halls of echo, sate I meditating the wonders which Nature, in careless profusion, strewed boundlessly before me, and captivated by the brilliancy of the scene, gorgeous e'en as an Elysium, bursting with unrivalled splendour from above living God's mirror beneath, imaging, in inimitable profusion of hues, at one glance its own excellence, and the unrivalled canopy of man's sojourn. Whilst my soul slept in one of those transporting indulgences, the retreat of my mind was for a moment disturbed by the sudden appearance of a human form, pacing in slow and thoughtful mode the water's edge. In one hand he held a scroll like; the other rested in the folds of his garment, as if wearied by some previous etching; his head bent under intense thought, and there seemed a blending of important carelessness in his demea

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nor. At once inquiry was awakened, and, aided by a degree of curiosity, my eye traced the form to its utmost reach; then position required alteration to keep it in view, and, making some paces forward, I was enabled to observe that the man had rested, and appeared as if pencilling down some result arrived at by his train of thoughts. I was glad in my soul that I had been disturbed, as here was ample recompense-namely, the likelihood of making acquaintance with a kindred spirit, whose only joy seemed seclusion, whose conversation was with Nature, and whose companions rarely numbered more than a thought, a How often does it hap that pencil, and a book. eternal friendships have their origin in a casual interview, from the most passing incident? There is something glorious in a good companion, and dearly do we value our friend when linked with the joys of a summer waterside. I could count one by one, over and over, every simple event of of such summers, and they should at every review become dearer, and I could feast my sincerest affections in retracing, even at the distance of years, such happy scenes-scenes

"To which youth and young affection fondly bind me.” I now determined upon an introduction to the stranger, and, like a true Irishman, to introduce myself; and, quickening my step, was soon beside the pile of rock where, in its shelter from the midday sun, the object of my search, with uncommon interest, pencilled the burning effusions of his generous and forsaken soul. I stood unobserved, and felt I was at the moment I was an intruder, and so retired. My anxiety increased at each delay, and, after a considerable amusing promenade, I returned, and there, as before, sate the unknown, in seeming absorption, dwelling with doating eyes upon a drawing of some dear relative, whose apparent age bid not make it a matter of surprise that now he abode in the tomb-alas! it

was the likeness of his father! Beneath, with the same skilful pencil, were some lines, the pious strain of a grateful son. The wind, by its rustle with the rocks, without any particular disturb

ance, fortunately admitted of my unobserved approach to him, and seating myself over his head, I had a full view of the holy sacrifice, and felt as 'twere at humanity's common shrine. I paused; he continued writing; and having convinced myself that he but penned feelings common to every heart, I consented to decipher the lines, evidently the picture of an abandoned heart; they ran thus:

"To thee, oh! sacred spirit, may my thoughts arise,
In frenzied fondness, at this hour of pain.

If power be given to those beyond the skies

To hold commune with wretched man, again
May'st thou, my sire, with parent kindness see
Thy sorrowed offspring's anguish-torn breast-
This blighted soul enchained-no longer free,

With self-occasioned, bitterest woe opprest.
List, father, list! 'tis thy unhappy child

Invokes thy spirit-ease this troubled heart;
A moment stay its fevered throbbings wild,

An instant's gladness to this mind impart !
Come, father, come, e'er yet the grave receive
This shattered frame, revisit-

Here ended my interesting occupation, by the sudden fall of a periodical which I placed by me, and intended to look through during my walk. I felt for a moment uncomfortable, seeing my book fell directly into the hands of the poet. Discovery followed, and consequent recognition. I dreaded a frown, but explanation and my evident admiration were sufficient apology. I begged to be admitted into his society; he described it as being anything but interesting. There was something uncommon about him, and mystery seemed identical with his thought; and frequently, as we rested on the rock, would his spirit seem for minutes together to forsake the frail tenement that hid his shattered heart, to which she again returned when the sound of my voice awaked his reverie of cruel and consuming anxiety. Oh! he was a youth of care, heart-broken and disappointed. The haggard and livid structure of his long, intelligent, and care-worn

countenance

clearly reflected an unfortunate, a ruined soul. Inquisitive in the extreme-susceptible to a degree unusual, he easily admitted the sounds of sympathy and the soft approach of feeling and of sentiment. "Dear sir,” said I, with as much kindliness as I could command- dear sir, what afflicts you? tell, oh! tell me, stranger as I am, tell me thy sorrows-unfold to me the cause of thy melancholy and thy gloom; and if fidelity, if truth be mine if I have any claim to honesty, I here vow to heaven that the seal of the holiest secrecy shall confine it for ever to the bosom of your unknown

friend."

The lustre which broke upon me, as he turned his full and speaking eyes to make answer, arched as they were with a manly and raven brow, high with the proud and exalted feelings of a great soul, was light that led astray, and shone but to dazzleit, alas! reflected the final lustres of a decaying spirit. Whilst he thus looked upon me with inquiring gaze, the excellence and surpassing brilliancy of his intellect were sufficiently developed upon his marble forehead-chaste and exquisitely wrought as the chisel of Nature's unequalled Sculptor had ever finished-and the long undressed Jocks, which, in shining black and careless clustres,

enriched it, combined a contrast of neglect and the once polish of the ball-room: he was the perfect remains of a well-proportioned man, and youth had not yet forsaken him. His sudden and broken strain of affection threw me at once into surprise, as I heard him exclaim—

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My friend, my friend! Edward! dear, dear fellow!-ah! boy, joys!-ha! ha! ha! ha!—you their associate-oh! how many a season has rolled by since then!" And kindly pressing me with a fond embrace, he rested his emaciated cheek upon my shoulder, whereon the noble big and lone tear dropped.

"M Dermott! ha! Charles, my friend!" unconsciously got utterance, as I accidentally discovered a well-known mark, by which in boyhood my restored associate was distinguished amongst his playmates, and fervently clasping him to my heart, a moment, the most precious and celestial in my life, strung us in each other's embrace-would 'twere more than a moment, but no, " they are too bright to last"-ah!

"Memory woke with all her busy train,

Swelled at the breast and turned the past to pain !" How rare are the moments of moral joy to the worldling !-how few those of sincere sympathy! and fewer unflinching friends! Joys, pleasures, and associations, arising from a source all sensespringing from causes wholly impure, and whose infirin and sandy foundation is life's, is every day's etiquette, must be fickle and unstable! Such are the friendships of worldlings-such the injured and polluted names of wordly regard, honour, and esteem, which exist no longer than the passing inconsistent world! your altar, your god is deceit vapour of unhallowed passion! Oh! vain and hypocrisy, and your incense flattery.

CHAP. II.

"Alas! when mingling souls forget to blend,
Death hath but little left him to destroy !
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?"
CHILDE HAROLD.

The morning dawned in its saddest garb—-wet, windy, and dark, its gloom added a deep shade of melancholy to the scene about to take place, and pected separation of two youths tied in the bonds the elements combined to make sadder the unexof innocent esteem: convulsed in every feature, and angered in every blast which carried with it rage, Nature seemed unwilling to give her sanction to the deed, and use violence to preserve her rights, However, we cannot cite the agency divine by whose fixed decree the die is cast, nor Sympathy, in her purest mould, had cemented venture opposition to the mandate it issues! our young hopes, and a union of feeling and reciprocity of sentiment endeared our boyhood to a degree uncommon, in breathed unadulterated sincerity: similarity of which our interviews ideas, and a sameness of studies and circumstances, rendered the union complete; it had arrived at perfection, when the fatal stroke was given by a sudden change in M'Dermott's home, which destined us to part. Sensitive in every feature, he his young friend in death's embrace, to bid, he felt, was now to do violence to them all, and to meet

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hour that last united, that last parted us? aye, I might have added for ever, for I feel we but meet a moment in life. Oh! that-that hou"

He trembled, and his form writhed in agony. He screened his livid jaws, with outspread hands, which he shook, as if commanding me to desist. It was better; the moment of grace had not yet arrived; he was still to linger. We were within a few paces of my residence, where a few moments found us arrived, when a fitting place for repose was hastily prepared for his reception.

an eternal farewell to the scenes of nativity. We parted! What became of him, I never heard; and the story of his blighted and wandering life would have sunk with himself into a youthful grave, Here he lost the power of utterance, and diving had not fate, in her intermeddling efficiency, his deranged and shaking head into my bosom, restored us, e'en in his decaying hours, to each moments the most oppressive, bleak, and dismal other's embrace, by which the following details passed in that fretted imagination, whose intensity have been entrusted to me, as the total of his of conception bathed his weakened frame with a inheritance, and his only bequest to a deceitful dew of deadly waters, and clotted in melancholy world. As he pictured the sad scenes of his few disorder his neglected locks. His agony, as years, often would Nature's tenderest channels be though to obtain fresh aid to wield its death-like up-broken, and the unhappy voice of Charles fear-visitation with greater effect, raised his head, and fully falter, presenting a person whose grief was with uplift eyes and sorrow-formed lips, his tongue that extremest upon earth-man's, when, after a again attempted the completion of the sentence. short life of infidelity, he views with mental vision "That-tha-tha-THAT hour! It was an hour the very womb of eternity, when sighing in vain of life's bitterest woe to——” for a return of the past-oh! fondest heaven! "Come! come! M Dermott, come: remember will the memory of that man's unhappiness, in you are a man. Come, rouse from your reverie. that hour of desolation, be a thing forgotten by Do you forget that immoderate sorrow for the me? Forbid it! forbid it! It is more than pro- decrees of Providence is sinning against Him? Can bable, had M'Dermott chosen some more wise, it at least recal the past or alter one single event? more gifted an executor, the brief narration of his No. To be at rest with ourselves, we should melancholy career would have been painted in always believe that what is is best, and what is juster and deeper dyes, and a far more numerous done cannot be undone, save evil, which we oblihost of sympathisers espoused to it, than the puny terate even in the eleventh hour by calm and recollection and unstudied pen now engaged in the peaceful repentance, accompanied with a confidence sacred duty of my yet unfulfilled promise can pre-suiting the promises of the Eternal." tend to. I knew him in the days of his innocence. I was his associate when guilt and profanity were unknown, and the stray paths of deceit had not sullied his step. In penning the following relation, I discharge a bounden duty, and shall nothing extenuate, nor aught set down in malice." Ere I attempt the task, permit me, reader, to direct your attention for a moment to the scene I have recorded in the foregoing chapters, and accompany us thence to my home, where the most liberal meed of hospitality it afforded was affectionately tendered to, and most gratefully accepted by my long separated friend, and where the error-list of his broken heart and abandoned soul defiled the air which gave minion to that spsrit in its flight to another and perhaps a more favourable tribunal. During our walk, youthful scenes were little more than named. No, the record fell with unrestrained violence upon his susceptibility. Its effects were painfully percep tible, and he turned from it with unstudied sorrow. He gazed with wildness and indifference on every succeeding object. As we paced with slow advance the homeward path, he was mostly silent; but often, in his wandering gaze, would he fix his eyes upon me, in whom he viewed one solitary sunbeam of happiness, which through the unbroken gloom of the past sunk-was lost. These vacant and passing glances were responded to, as I thought; at each return, they added a moment's truce to his conflicting feelings. They were not in the fashion of staring, but rather calm and friendly. He was a mystery, and it was not easy to select conversation. I rather felt with him than ventured a topic. We had thus nearly completed our journey, to which I made allusion in a strain of gladness, for his sake, as Iremarked he seemed exhausted. He seized me with a fond and firm grasp, and casting his eyes from the glorious Heavens above us upon

CHAP. III.

"The fragrance of summer is borne on the gale,
And the song birds awaken their chaunt in the vale."
"A weary time hath passed since last we parted,
Thy gentle eye was filled with sorrow; and

I did not speak, but pressed thy trembling hand,
Even in the time of rapture, broken hearted.
I have not seen thee since."

GRIFFIN'S POEMS.

That morning was all Heaven's own; it burst into existence amid Divine glories, and shone in the calmness of eternal peace upon life, and an immeasurable splendour was its onward pace to midday. Retired and still, the site of my cottage commanded a view of the sea, to whose very beach its pretty shrubbery reached. The scene from the hall-door was transcendant; the calm deep, in her interminable expanse, received upon her bosom the reflection of a world of skies, upon which the streams of glory from the unfading fount of light poured shade and imagery in their best and richest garbs. Millions of silvered hills swept by those skies, and the pathways and homes of angels clustered in tens of thousands in the apparent vales. The pure azure was transparent as a crystal structure, and the upper heaven would seem to rest its vast portals upon its mighty extent. The glow of delightful heat was made inspiriting by the gentle breeze which fanned, with untired system of succession, our earthly habitations, and carried in its mild career the refreshing per unes of the Edward!" he exclaimed, in a voice of tremu-flow'ret, and from the hedges of abundant sweetlous frenzy; "Edward, do you remember the brier entwined with the luxuriant rose.

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heart, and gives comparative freedom to my spirit. Yes, one hour finishes all-all I have on earth to speak-all I have in eternity to dread!"

music of the thousand warblers, laden with notes | of joy, raised the heart and thought of the observant man to admit and utter sentiments of admiration and of gratitude. The lark blended his notes with It was evident M'Dermott felt what he uttered, the sweet linnet, to whose song the retiring gold- and that I stood alone in his confidence. I advised finch and homely robin added the meed of their that serious conversation be for a time put away, lovely powers; whilst at intervals, in various direc- and some diverting occupation substituted. He tions, the majestic thrush and commanding black- complied, and happily did the numerous little bird, in gayous strength, seemed as the stars of fleets, in their gladdened tracks, supply a ready the shrubbery concert. Invited by the thousand alternative. The sounds of many instruments little bowers with which my home was encom- from each company, in turn, changing instantapassed, my soul almost melted into tears of unac-neously from the soft magic of sentiment to the countable joy at all that Nature had of loveliness; gay and merry chime, and anon the hearty and and engaging myself as the servant of Flora, I unrestrained laugh-all, all fed with delight my was raising the drooping and delicate frames of bosom, whilst it might be said they merely engaged some of her offspring, whilst my soul dilated with his. I was not free enough to indulge, nor did I sentiment at their beauty and uncommon variety, determine to do so at the expense of my friend. when, to my grateful surprise, I heard near me Our return was soon. Again we crossed the the slow step, and met the matchless salute of my waters, and arrived for dinner. The evening was friend's eye! Having expressed my surprise at rather strangely passed, and McDermott seemed the effort of mind which thus played upon his much down in heart a thing when in sorrow, debility, he told me, with a pleasing utterance, which rests with reference to every outward that I had underrated the time since breakfast. object as in a temporary grave-little 'twill heed He felt inclined to walk, and we strolled along the them; attraction or rudeness alike appear, for strand, the usual promenade of D's visitors, one glass is holden before all its immediate sorrow! who, in the season of sunshine, after the exhilirat- Nor think not that philosopy or wit wear to it a ing dip, form themselves into coteries of pleasant- difference of hue. He requested me to stay with ness, and enjoy the fairy scenes of its thousand him during the night, and that, as he inclined for little barques skipping in gaiety o'er the surges of bed, he would, with my consent, prepare for it. the deep. To secure a greater seclusion, M'Der- We prayed together, and heart-rending were the mott suggested that we be ferried to the opposite deep sighs by which he in vain sought to dissipate strand, where the moss banks and the breeze mel- the sadness and oppression of his heart; he eagerly lowed the otherwise oppressive heat. Upon that looked to the moment he contemplated for unfoldbeach, I was, perhaps, the first who spoke. ing their causes. The eleventh hour struck, and McDermott called me to his bedside, and thus began

"And now, McDermott," said I, "why admit a doubt of a return of spirits? Why not hope that ere very few days a change for the better will have set in, and invigorate your constitution?"

Ah! you mock me. Death has already wounded me, and my spirit rests on Nature's threshold: this is, I feel, my last excursion."

He sighed, and those eyes, which no tear hath yet dimmed, wrung in pitiful and grievous showers of bitter, of consuming waters; and, grasping, with agonising memories, my handkerchief, he bathed it in weeping. I could not speak: the reflections caused by a day of brightness and glory, contrasted with the unreadable gloom of him I valued, threw me into a dilemma I had not the power of concealing. I looked and felt sorrowful, and could, I knew not why, weep too. He seized me in the moment, and looking with an expression of mystified interest, appealed to me thus

"Are you my friend? Can I utter my thoughts? Dare I name my deeds? Oh! Edward, let me feel persuaded of your confidence; let me be assurded of your pity, your sympathy-not your angered indignation, your rage.'

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M'Dermott, what mean you? Do you again require an iteration of my pledge? Have I not solemnly sworn, if fidelity, if truth be mine-if I have any claim to honesty, that the seal of the holiest secrecy shall confine it for ever to my bosom ?" "But, Edward, I require not all that. Say you will but pity me--say you will not flee from me, and utter for once you will not despise me."

"Oh! McDermott, I say I solemnly swear it." "This hour then removes death, a hell off this

Edward, I do not believe I have long to struggle with life. You will be patient, whilst I endeavour to unveil the hidden demon which consumes me."

"I feel for you, M'Dermott," said I, "with, doubt me not, that of an honest friend; and do, I entreat you do forget your tortures till morning. The repose you now seek will enable you to rise with more vigour of mind, by which you may more easily accomplish the task you set before you."

"The morning's sun would refuse to shine, Edward, upon my prolonged grief. Oh, heavens! guilt, profanity, and crime weigh heavily upon this brow; and if you would seek for me an hour's truce, you shall not require a postponement of my tale."

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Speak then camly, dear M'Dermott; and, for heaven's sake," continued I, "permit not an overheated imagination to scatter upon and ruffle the small, the faint beam of hope your visit to me has no doubt given to you."

"Ah! too, too well accustomed am I to the dreadful images in which despair of the blackest kind pictures my past follies, to feel otherwise than relieved in the sympathy of a companion, rather than irritated or affrighted. The sources of my misfortunes," M'Dermott added, " are little known to you-scarcely anticipated. I left you when we were both boys, barely so; and at that time, you must remember, my father was in rather prosperous eircumstances; he appeared so for many months even after he could be justified by such an

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