nothing more; and I trust that the reader's candour will not accuse me of vanity in the exposition. I have far higher aims and intentions. In other respects, history furnishes examples similar, if not identical, of such transplantation-among the rest, ALCIBIADES, the Athenian, leaving the delights of Athens, conformed with the rules and regulations of the ancient Jesuits of Greece: the hard, tough, uncompromising Spartans.

ROBERT DE' NOBILI, the Jesuit, became a Brahmin among Brahmins - conforming with all their ceremonies and customs:*-but he was a Jesuitand the parallel diverges.

Nevertheless, the malleability of the human mind is evident. I may, then, describe the effects of Jesuit-training on my mind after six months' probation. To enable the reader to judge of its extent a retrospect is necessary: I must give him an idea of what I was before I underwent the operation.

After spending nearly six years in England-years of intense application and mental industry—I took ship for America. I spent my twenty-first birthday in an island of the Western Archipelago. With the last remnant of a ruined fortune I resumed my travels, visited several of the islands, returned to the United States, crossed the Atlantic once more to France, travelled the Continent, and finally, in the following year, took refuge in London: possessing very little more than hopes wherewith to meet "the evil of the day."

Jouvency, Hist. S. I. p. 5, 1. 18.

From an enthusiastic student I had become as enthusiastic "a man of the world." But in the midst of the whirlpool into whose eddies I unscrupulously ventured, thoughts of my previous "vocation" rose up ever and anon, like the buoyant remnants of a wreck which has gone down, suddenly rising and striking the sides of the forlorn mariner, who dreads their violence more than that of the raging waves. My forlorn condition in London was interpreted, as I have said in the introduction, into a judgment of Heaven against my prevaricationhence my self-love was gratified by this providential character which my poverty assumed; and, as my intentions were honest and honourable, I never gave my poverty a thought as to its having influenced me in the least besides, the reception of one of the first Jesuits, BOBADILLA, by IGNATIUS himself, was, so far at least, quite identical with mine. Certainly, in offering a refuge to merit of every kind, the Jesuits are the most extensive patrons in existence !

The reader's imagination can now easily picture to itself the effects of a sudden introduction to the world from the strict seclusion of a Romish college, on a mind, all whose studies had tended to invest it with the keenest sensibility, the most passionate admiration of the beautiful in nature, in art, and, I will add, in woman.

These effects, these habits, did they not tempt the mind to cast" a longing lingering look behind" as I journeyed up the winding paths of that, to me, heaven-indicated Sinai? What! a mere "philo

sopher" this week, mingling in the gay and sad scenes of London's gorgeous wealth and heartrending penury and, the next week, a

"true

believer," humbled, contrite, and yet happy! I answer, even so! Scarcely a week elapsed, and I felt as though all my life had been spent in the Novitiate. Strange as this seems, it admits of an easy explanation. It is simply this:-Sentiments hitherto but superficially excited were now stirred, so to speak, throughout their whole breadth and depth, by the wand of a religion whose handmaid is enthusiasm. It did, indeed, seem "good for me to be there," where my destiny would be evolved for me by the direct interposition of Heaven! Now, it was that which I was seeking; and the clever system which had taken me by the hand, pointed to the "everlasting hills," that seemed to my deluded eyes "already near." Little did I think that "Alps on Alps" would arise ere the long-desired Pacific of my fate (as to the way-worn traveller in the far-west) would rise to view and hail me to its bosom. In truth, there was poetry in the thoughts that sent me among the Jesuits; there was poetry in the feelings inspired and maintained by their system; and there was poetry in the triumph gained over me. "Brother," said the Superior to me, after a friend from St. Cuthbert's College had visited me, "they come to see the tamed lion !" Had that friend described me as he saw me at Hodder, he might have said: "His eyes were downcast, his features pale and trembling, his voice was soft, like that of a woman who loves strongly."

After I returned to the world, the friend with whom I had corresponded from the Novitiate remarked to me, that from my letters he had feared lest my enthusiastic religion should end in insanity! In concluding this topic I will only add, that I attained in a short time so complete a mastery over mind and heart, that at the slightest thought of evil, the vigilant conscience shuddered, as the body starts, in a solitary walk, at the rustling of the leaf suddenly falling.

A few extracts from my letters may justify my friend's remark just alluded to. The letter was written about six months after my admission :

"MY DEAR FRIEND,-I believe that in my last letter you could perceive a strain of feeling not inconsonant with your present situation. Your mind, feelings, and dispositions, you exclaim, have undergone a total subversion. I rejoice at it. It is a blessing of God for which you cannot sufficiently thank Him. You have hitherto been amusing yourself in criminal desires-flying from your God, and striving to fly from yourself! You remind me much of poor Orestes of olden time, who would compensate for his terrible torments by flying from himself, taking refuge in dissipation: but in the hey-day of merriment the furies were upon him, and death had then been welcome! Be not offended at my comparing you to a poor pagan, for you will, I trust, in a very few minutes, allow, that in point of fact, you are little richer in true magnanimity of soul than the poor pagan who had no sweet Redeemer-no good 'priest to compassionate his infirmities-tried in all

things,' as the Apostle exclaims, for an example.' But let us procced. Before I appeal to your reason, however, let me breathe a sweet perfume to your heart a black sky is as, a troubled heart, but the rain falls, and the sky is gladdened, so by a flood of tears will the heart exult. The mind is at

ease when the passions are still, but she suddenly starts when the passions, like bats, are disturbed from their repose. Nevertheless, like some celestial melody, swelling from instrumental harmony, through tone and semitone, alt and tenor, through treble and through bass-such is the enduring harmony, the entrancing melody of that soul whose passions God attunes, touches and modulates into the chorus of his love.

"Upon deep reflection, a question occurred to me in these words: All things considered, whose enjoyment is the greater-that man's who has had the contentment of all his passions, or the enjoyment of another man who has subdued them all-who has left not a wish uncontrolled by reason and religion? Now, my passions being decidedly the best judges in this case, at least, I appealed to them-instantly they exclaimed-the last!—the last!-we cannot govern ourselves! And reason confirmed the sentence, and religion, who sat beside, rejoiced thereat, and I have chosen the better part.

"As you are, my dear friend, what are you? Without religion, without virtue, without God! Can there be conceived a state of greater or more deplorable dereliction! Your heart is like a