must in a very few years behold a domestic parliament legislating in the capital and England, if she would fit herself for the position which it would become her to assume and to assert, in events and changes which are close at hand, should accede to a friendly nation's just demand with the best grace possible.

THL LATE JAMES LUDLOW STAWELL.

Jucundum lumen ademtum.-CATULLUS.

Shalt thou descend,

Unsung, into the tomb where patriot-worth—

Hereditary and inherited—

Hath heralded thy passage, and no tongue
Proclaim the setting of another star

In Erin's dimm'd horizon ?-Stawell! no:
Thy name is Freedom's watchword, and thy race
Have been a people's idols. Not for wealth-
Not for the title that a King may give,

Nor wide extent of sway, nor swelling pomp,

Nor length of ancestry. If these are boasts,

Thou could'st have boasted. All that vulgar minds
Build high pretensions on, were thine :-wealth, rank,
Station, descent, connexion, intercourse-

All that the thoughtless call nobility.

Thou had'st another standard for the title,
Than these poor accidents of name or birth.
WHO made thy heart gave it a higher impress,
And stamp'd nobility upon thy nature.
Thy very form gave proof of it. Indeed,
It was a casket worthy to enshrine

The spirit of thy sire's decendant.

Stawell!

We have lost much in thee, and at a time

When thou could'st least be spared. Thy generous mind

Ardent, but tempered by benevolence,

And somewhat softened down by time-had been

A treasure in the period that may come.

Even those who most opposed respected thee :

They call'd thy notions wild, chimerical,

But never hinted at dishonesty,

Or deemed a selfish motive urged thee on

To advocate thy fellows. Calumny

Seeks a high mark, they say, to fling her darts at ;
But thou stood'st even too high for calumny-
Her weapons never reached thee.-Pardon, shade
Of him in life beloved, in death regretted,
This feeble effort to record thy worth:
Living, I would not flatter thee; and, dead,
No words of mine can picture thy deservings.

THE LATE JOHN BOYLE.

Poor Boyle! He was one of the last of a race now nearly extinct; and, yet, in addition to the general features by which they were recognized, he retained peculiarities sufficiently strong to mark his distinct idiosyncracy. What a humourous time, and a laughter-loving world it was when he was in his hey-day. Pleasure was man's business and business was but a bore to which they were sometimes compelled to devote a little attention. Poor Boyle ! "None but himself could be his parallel." What an interesting volume he would have written under the title of "My Reminiscences." There was a

truth and a homeliness in the matter and the manner of his fireside stories, that wrought them out to the mind's eye with the strength, and something of the harshness, of a bold line engraving. He gave you a character in a few strokes; yet, though those were sufficient, he would finish it with a minuteness of detail, which pictured forth the man to his very shoe-tie. His mind was cast in a Hogarthian mould, as far as regarded his oral communications; but when he wrote, something of the severer spirit of Churchill mingled itself with the ludicrous perceptions of the comic moralist. His tongue only tickled; but with the grey-goose-quill he smashed and mangled as with a tomahawk.

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Very few knew Boyle's private character. Indeed, of late, he did not mix much in private intercourse, except with a very few friends of long standing, or a still fewer intimate acquaintance of more recent formation but then how full of interest was his conversation. The subject, which with other men is most tedious, he rendered most captivating, and the first person singular became in his narrative the dearest and most welcome of the pronouns. Would any man believe that he was bashful, even to timidity? That a fellow who in public life feared nothing, nobody who would thwart the rush of public opinion, oppose the multitude, beard a leader, or defy the authorities, would, in private life before strangers, shrink and blush with the awkardness of an un

brought-out girl? yet so it was. Boyle should be personally intimate with every body in the presence before he assumed his own, indeed before he exhibited any character. Let a stranger enter and at once he became tongue-tied.

As is the case with almost all small men, his sensibilities were quick and lively to an extraordinary degree; but they generally took a fair direction, or, if they swerved from the direct, they still leant to virtue's side. A tale of oppression stirred him to excess of indignation, whilst misery ever won his sympathy. He had a heart, and, as far as his small means went, a hand too-" open as day to melting charity."

There is not a man in the city (nobly benevolent as many of them are) who, for his circumstances, dispensed more private bounty than poor Boyle ;

and he found in his own honest feelings the best and most sterling recompence.

The great want of his character-and it arose partly out of the instinctive goodness of his disposition-was a fixed sense of duty. A mere creature of impulse, he indulged all his sentiments, but overlooked the obligations by which society is bound together. He gratified every feeling as it rose, and knew no check but necessity. He did not discover that self-denial was a virtue; and that we owe as much of our happiness to the dispositions that we subdue, as to those in which we indulge. The consequence was, that he became rather a hanger on, than a participator of society: amongst them but not of them. Acknowledging no duties to his kind, they felt themselves freed from any obligations to him; and, within the local and circumscribed sphere in which he moved, he led a life as vagabond as if he were a wide-world's wanderer. What opportunities did he not omit, what great capabilities did he not suffer to lie fallow! Without reading he became informed; without study he wrote well-generally with point, sometimes with power. He was a lucid, correct, frequently a convincing, and often a powerful speaker. Had he added industry to his talent he would have made himself as much respected as he was liked, and been an ornament to a far higher circle than that in which he moved.

The bar would have been the theatre upon which to exhibit his talents. His great tact and quickness

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