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THE LATE REV. WILLIAM ARCHER BUTLER.

It is with feelings of the deepest regret that we record the loss, which the literature and the Church of Ireland have sustained in the death of the Rev. William Archer Butler. A poet, a metaphysician, an orator, a theologian—in each pursuit entitled to be classed in the highest rank—this remarkable young man has been removed by the inscrutable councils of Providence, at the moment when a career of usefulness and distinction opened for his matured powers. Too early for literature, for the Church, and for our country, he has departed; and (though we believe that in departments of thought, as varied as profound, he has left monuments of his genius which the world “will not willingly let die,”) we add, also, too early for his own fame ; for in him, above every other man we have ever known, there existed that essential characteristic of genius, the principle of progress. A mind, versatile, original, unwearied in acquiring, you might, from its present attainments, predict, but not adequately estimate, its future growth.

* Ostendunt terris hunc tantum fata."

To intellectual endowments so elevated, was united a disposition the most attractive. He was as one of his humbie parishioners exclaimed, with tears, over his grave—a man made to be loved. Whether it were from a naturally happy constitution of mind, or from the influences of ennobling studies, or the teaching of those religious feelings, which year by year deepened within him ; but so it was, that he had escaped the faults which usually beset the literary character. He was wholly free from envy, or assumption, or discontent

. Frank, playful, joyous as a child who that has ever known can forget the indescribable charm of his conversation, the treasures of knowledge, the brilliant fancy, the promptitude and felicity of language absolutely marvellous, and all illuminated by the genial warmth of a heart the most affectionate ?

Mr. Butler had, a few years since, filled the chair of Moral Philosophy in the University of Dublin, and delivered a series of lectures on the science of mind, which, from their profound and original views, excited at the time considerable attention in the Irish literary world. An outline of this course may be found in our number for May, 1842, in a paper which accompanied a portrait of Mr. Butler, and to which we now refer the curiosity of our readers.

We are,

however, disposed to rest the fame of our departed friend, not so much on these lectures as on his contributions to this journal, and his discourses in the pulpit. Of the latter, three remarkable efforts have been given to the press; two ser. mons preached in the year 1840 for the Church Education Society, and one preached at the Derry diocesan visitation for the year 1842, and entitled “Primitive Church Principles not inconsistent with Universal Christian Sympathy." Of these, more especially of the last, we do not hesitate to pronounce that the theological literature of England possesses nothing superior.

Mr. Butler died on the 5th of July last, at the rectory-house of NewtownCunningham, the parish to which he had been presented by his college, of a fever caught in the course of his ministerial exertions. His funeral was followed to the grave by his diocesan the Lord Bishop of Derry, most of his brethren in the ministry of that diocese, and a great concourse of his parishioners of every creed and every station. It is recorded by the Rev. William Alexander of Derry, in a very beautiful sermon which he preached in allusion to this sad scene, that when his remains were consigned to their last home, an electric thrill of symp&thy and admiration ran through the encircling crowd, and those of the humbler classes who had lived in his immediate neighbourhood, lifted up their voices and wept aloud,

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CHAPTER 1.-SOME PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF A BEMOSSED HEAD, RAPPELKOPF

HIS INFANCY AND BOYHOOD.

"Sleep gently, near thy mother's heart reposing,

This weary life can never bring thee rest-
Sleep, ere thine eye with sorrow's tear is closing,
Be thy world still on that dear mother's breast."

STUDENT SONG BY KERNER,
“ What dreams of fortune onward bore him,

His soul with lofty visions fed,
While dancing in the sun before him,
An äery throng life's chariot led.”

SCHILLER.

It was so long a time since we had with its edging of white lace, that opened the note-book, on the pages of adorned our maturer rank; the iron which are jotted down, just as they mask and leathern stock in which we occurred, many of the incidents of practised at the Fecht-boden, or fencthat agreeable year we spent among ing-school ; with sundry other articles the students, that we had almost for- suitable to the menage of a well-apgotten its very existence. A few pointed student, unnecessary to enuweeks ago, however, upon one of these merate here: amongst the collecraw, uncomfortable mornings when tion we discovered that old volume the splashy mud underfoot, and whose very existence had escaped the agreeable mixture of sleet and our recollection. We fastened upon rain overhead, left us no alternative it with eagerness, and devoured its but to remain within doors, having no- contents with that intense delight thing better to do we occupied our- only known to those to whose memory selves in setting our house (we should some unexpected incident recalls of possibly have expressed ourselves with cherished and happy images. Back more propriety had we said our rooms) in quick succession thronged those in order; and having discovered, in forms which we never thought to have the course of our researches, a certain seen again; we were girt with "

strange old, lumbering, black portmanteau, and dusky aspects,” as in days gone much covered with dust and mildew, by; our chamber was peopled with we had it lugged down from the place men of grave and solemn deportment, of its concealment. As a matter of and beards of strange fashion, puffing course the key was lost, and after forth volumes of smoke ; old songs much labour and pains spent in effect- were ringing in our ears, with chorus ing a compound fracture of the lock marked by the clashing of swords and with a poker, it was at length broken the ringing of goblets; wild and reckopen, and, ye gods! what a curious less figures passed before us in gromélange of long-forgotten rubbish was tesque dances, brandishing huge chopresented to our delighted eye. The pines of beer. We marvel what has green and white chore-cap, in which become of the component parts of that we became initiated into the myste- motley crowdries of burschenschaft; the long black " Some are dead, and some are gone, boots and white unmentionables which

And some are scattered and alone;" we wore as a fox; the sturm-hut, And he who now pens these lines, and

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thinks of his former gay and careless We executed this order with a venassociates, is no matter what. He, geance. It may be as well here to exhowever, like field-marshal the Duke, plain, for the benefit of our untravelled presents his compliments to the admira readers, if any such there be in these ing circle of his readers; and, mending days of universal locomotion, that a his pen, proceeds to lay before them a cup of coffee, ordered singly, costs only few odd scraps from that old volume the moderate sum of six kreutzers or so unexpectedly rescued from oblivion.

two pence, whereas for the same reA sunset has been so well described freshment, when ordered for each perby some one or other—we forget by son, a florin is the usual charge ; bewhom, probably Mr. James—that we cause in this case one can have as many shall say no more about it, except to cups as one chooses to drink. The intimate the fact that the sun was party which accompanied us amounted setting in unclouded brilliancy as we to twenty at least, and we took good found ourselves, upon a lovely evening care to execute the order with which in August, seated at one of the little we were entrusted in the most comtables which stands at the corner of prehensive and liberal spirit ; so that that esplanade overlooking the castle when our companions arrived, they of Heidelberg, the old town lying al- found a table, on which a smoking most at our feet, and a wide tract of

urn hissed and spluttered, covered beautiful champaign country in the with a snowy table-cloth, on which distance. We felt perfectly happy- was laid in tempting profusion every we were in pleasant company, smok- delicacy of the season. ing choice tobacco, and the beer was Our hostess looked on in amazement, deliciously cool and mild. To and fro first at the table and then at us; soon were lounging about the usual assort- a dark shadow, like a thunder-cloud, ment of German, and of English tour- flitted across her face, as the fearful ists, always easily to be distinguished amount of her liabilities dawned upon by the peculiar cut of their clothes, her. not to speak of the red books which It was a cup of coffee for each I they will ostentatiously parade in the requested you to order,” said she, in faces of the natives. That part of the a savage whisper, distinctly audible esplanade had always peculiar charms by the whole company, the portion of for us : besides the magnificent view whom very fortunately did not underwhich it commands, it had been the stand one word of English. scene of divers pleasant adventures “ Have we not fulfilled your wishes

, not necessary to enumerate here. We madame?" replied we, with becoming had there, upon a certain occasion, en- meekness. joyed the extreme satisfaction of put- The lady seemed for a moment to ting a certain elderly lady, whom we balance between her love of display, did not like, and who, it is but just to her aspirations after economical aradd, had no very especial regard for rangement, and her dread of offending us-she had, however, such a charming her guests. There was evidently a daughter!-into a passion, which agree. fearful struggle going on between these able result was attained by the follow- conflicting emotions as she counted ing process. She had invited a few out into the extended hand of the atfriends to spend the evening at her tendant, Kelner, to his satisfaction house, and by the way of putting in and our great delight, the twenty some of the hours which might hang bright large pieces of silver. But in heavily upon hand, her rooms being addition to this agreeable incident, too small to admit of dancing, the which fully satiated our desires of venwhole party were invited to walk up geance, the place where we were then to the castle, in order to be regaled seated had many most agreeable assowith tea; and we, for the purpose of ciations. It was there we used to sit detaching us from the young lady, by the hour in the warm sunshine, liswere sent on as a sort of avant courier tening to the quaint legends of student to make the necessary preparations. life and adventures, of which one of

“ Be sure you order tea and coffee our friends had an abundant store. for the whole party,” said Mrs. Tom- We shall now proceed to lay before kins, in parting

our readers a few fragments of a his

. “Certainly,” replied we, as we de- tory with which he once entertained parted on our errand.

us, as nearly as possible in his own

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