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adapted himself to events and their results, let us remember that there 

 was a period, in the history of our country, when a county member sate 

 himself down to his morning's repast the long-tried friend of Protestant 

 ascendancy, and rose up from the perusal of his newspaper and the 

 discussion of his muffin, fully convinced of the reasonableness of Catholic 

 emancipation ; that, even now, in the legislative assemblies of Great 

 Britain, are to be found those who argue for a question and vote against 

 it ; that expediency is sometimes, even with us, substituted for princi- 

 ple, and policy for law; and that the credo quia absurdum of holy 

 Augustin, whatever it might be deemed in his times, is not a solecism 

 in ours. That if France be outrageous for liberty, and Frenchmen are 

 so careful of its preservation that haply less of it will be current ere 

 long than they expect, the Belgians are in arms for the Pope and 

 against Dutchmen, and the Hamburghers are thrown into convulsions 

 at the sight of an Israelite. That Mr. Rothschild in England, and Mr. 

 Rothschild at Vienna, are as distinct of manner as the Duke of Welling- 

 ton and Prince Metternich, that each and all have special motives of 

 action : and that if we prefer morality in private, and study honesty in 

 public life, there are others who, with Elizabeth of Orleans, may frankly 

 as truly declare, " that they hate innocent pleasures/' Let us finally 

 recollect, that accipe, cape, rape, sunt tria verba Papce whether it 

 be the infallible Pius VIII., or the more fallible and British female 

 Pontiff, Pope Joan. 



THE UNEARTHLY ONE. 



THERE is a soft, retiring light, ] 



In her blue eye ; 

 Like some sweet star that glances far 



Through the still sky, 

 Then springs into the liquid air 

 Of heaven, as if its home were there* 



There is a hue upon her cheek, 



That comes and goes ; 

 One moment 'tis the blushing streak 



That dyes the rose, 

 A spirit breathes upon her brow, 

 And she is calm and pale as now. 



And music, softly, sweetly wild, 



Is in her tone 

 The distant voice of some sweet child 



Singing alone, 



As resting from its joyous play 

 By a bright streamlet far away. 



I gaze upon her not in love, 



For love is vain ! 

 The spirit to its home above 



Returns again ; 



And her's has only wandered here 

 To dwell awhile and disappear ! 

 I gaze upon her not in grief, 



But half in gladness ; 

 And feel it is a kind relief 



To my life's sadness, 

 To whisper as she passes, thus 



" Sweet Spirit, thou art not of us!" G. B. I. 



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