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A FAMILY JOURNAL. ,.
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VOL. VIII.
NEW YORK, SATURDAY, APRIL 29. 1865.
N0. 48.
C 0 N '1‘ E N T I u I
rug: 1. I s I.--rs. Old Home bythc Eoyno; or, Reeollsctlonlof In
It-mi nanuga, by Mrs. .1. Suilisr (continued). cmiiis -A. Roman Druml,
phyed for on am can by th Yulmg Ladle: arm smiuny of mu
mm or on Holy ciiiia n sumo, Pa. January si, isss (continued).
n. rsu-isirr Dayin Rome. The Empnn Eugenie and ranting.
fwd I I 5.-Ixtont Irish News Cllholio Intelligence-Foreign and
Domestic. Papal Alloriitlon. Iinponsnt from Fherman-A Bus or Peace
mpoui I-uh .iaim.ion-om. Sherman’: Ashen ovemiiea hy the Wu-
Bopnmenc. Nsw York Markets.
Plfu 8 I 1.-Foreign Ind Home Miscellany.
Pages ll 9.- Our Common Accountability. Yronidcnt Lincoln. Richard
Gohdsn. Political Asslssinltion. Young Italy. The Tribiml vs. the
Chuck. Duo Obedience. Not Well Done Our Public Chlrltit‘. llon.
T. D. H0690 uni the Giles Testimonial. Lecture In the Iruh Imngiuge.
Gaunt st Mon-innis, &c., are.
Plea I0 k ll.AI’orh'y-A Mather’: Prlyer. Our Dublin Correspon-
hue. Catholic Churches of Washington. Funeral of Abrlham Lincoln
who Nniion in Moummz-soiunn nus Imposing Cuamonioamsenioen in
Ihchunzhes.
rm. 1: s is.-rmimi of Abraham Lincoln (continued:-Reception
ltho Body in ‘New York. Commluioners of . ' , ‘ as and conse-
lsns-Ainirsct or mix. Annnsiiiepoit, for the Your ms. sic.
Plgu H. is 3 is.-savenuemenu.
THE OLD HOUSE BY THE BOYNE;
03.
RECOLL-ECTIONS OF AN IRISH BOROUGH.
BY MRS. J. SADLIER.
CHAPTER XV .
' Tnosn few pleasant days passed all too quickly;
Giacomo came one afternoon to say that he was or-
dered home immediately, iind he added with a smile,
“Delays are never excusable with my father, so, go
I must, without fail.”
Miss Ackland, summoned from the school-room to
receive his visit, expressed herself much disappointed;
"I had planned so much,” said she, “ nndhave accom-
plished so little in the way of entertaining you, an
now it is all over I"
“My dear, kind friend,” the young man replied
with unwanted emotion, “it was the best of all en-
tertainments to me to come and go here at pleasure,
to enjoy, when I would, the calm delight of a quiet
evening in your society, and that of-of -D1155 Rose.”
“And yet," said iss Ackland smiling, “I am
Ifrsid Rose gave you some annoyance of late by her
girlish waywardness.” ‘ j .
“None but what I could easily overlook-in her."
“You are very kind and very indulgent,” said Miss
Aoklnnd; “oh! how much I shall misspyou !’'-and
her eyes filled with tears-“somehow, it seemed to
Ins as though you were a. sort of link between me
Ind some long-lost phase of my existence that was
pleasant while it lasted,--what it was that attracted
Inc to you I never could satisfactorily explain to my-
Ielf,--but there was something from the very first,-
lomsthing, I fancy, like what mothers feel for we
dear children-only not quite so strong, I suppose!"
glad she smiled through her tears.
“It is very strange," said Giacomo, after a short Stop?
even subdued in her demeanor-her school-room
manner, Giacomo said to himse f.
“ So you are really going home, Signor?” she said
on entering.
“Yes, my father wishes me to return as soon as
possible.”
“And I suppose we shall see you here no more ?”
still more calmly than before.
“I really cannot say as to that; if it should be so,
the sorrow, fortunately, will be all my own."
“ Pray do not say so, Signor Giacomo 1” said Rose
with unwanted earnestness; “you know, I am sure,
how much my aunt likes to have you near her, and
how she, at least, will miss you !”
“ She has been good enough to tell me so-‘and, in-
deed, I shall miss her.”
43 aused a moment, walked to the window, and
returned to where he had been standing, then looked
full in Rose’s face. “Should we never meet again,
Signorina, I wish ou to understand that you have
my best wishes for your happiness; if you are as
happy in the future as I wish you, you need desire no
more.”
“ Dear me! what a olemn afair you make of it I”
exclaimed Rose, in a tone of good-natured raillery;
“ I’m sure I never doubted your good wish to all our
family, Signor Giacomo! and I'm sure we all wish
you just as well as you do us. But where’s the use
of making your good-bye so tragical ?-I suppose
we shall meet again some . I”
“Are you ever sorry to part with. my one, Miss
Rose?"
"Mercy on me! what a question!” and the girl
burst into one of her light-hearted fits of laughter.
“ I declare you grow stranger an stranger every
Of course I do feel sorry to part with people
once in a while, that is-:”
“Suppose it were Major Melville who was going,
instead of me ?”
“ Oh! that would ho quite another thing,” Rose
quickly replied, and a smile of peculiar meaning
curved her lip, and brightened her eyes; “you have
no right to inquire what my feelings would he in such
case made and provided. It would be something
d very dreadful to part with Major Melville-e-:ili.e‘rri !
Dear me! it would be shocking l-But urn waiting
too long-I hear my young subjects becoming noisy,
they are sure to take advantage of my absence I-
good-bye, Signor!" and she frankly and kindly, yet
unconcerncdly, held out her hand, which the young
man took abstractedly as one but half concious-
“good-bye! give my love to Maddalena, and my-
respect-to your father!" she could not repress a smile,
for she had almost said fear instead of respect. “ Good-
bye ! and I wish you 8 pleasant and safe voyage
home."
Her aunt came in at the moment, and Ross was in
her place in the school-room before Giacomo had
recovered from his bewilderment. A hasty shake-
hsnds with Miss Acklimd; a cordially expressed hope
from her that they might soon meet again-an affec-
tionate message for his sister,-a civil one for his
father, and Giacomo left the old house by the Boyne,
with feelings’that he could care-ely doline, even to
himself. He had reached the top of the steps when
he heard Nancy at the hall-door calling after him, and
ed till she overtook him.
“ Ah! then, Mister Jacomy,” she cried all breath-
puna’ “ that I have been “minted to you’ my kind. less with the race she had had from the kitchen when
car, dearest friend, in just the same Iiv.-iy, and, like
goo, I have many a time tried to explain it to myself,
ut never could succeed. Would that your country
Vlarmine, or mine yours !” .
"Wishes are vain, my 369-1‘ Y0‘‘”8 3‘ 19-nay-W9
Miss Ackland told her Giacomo was gone; “ ah then,
is it goin’ away without seem’ me youil be? Dear
knows but that‘s bad sliamigli, for it’s not what Pd
do to you, Mister Jaeomy 1" ’ '
u Do, pray, excuse me, Nancy I ’ said the young man,
um“ only resign ourselves W the hard necessity that kindly shaking her by the hand; “I know I should
Illness broad seas between us! We. cannot have
‘hing: as we would wish in this probationary world!
shmllil you not like to see Rose 'r"
536;-if Miss Rose on be spared so long ‘mm ‘be
have asked fur you, but some!iowI forgot it at the
last moment. I should be sorry, indeed, to forget
ll I d ld
"Certainly I should-just for a moment, to 5FYg"0d‘ Zfiiiingilj‘ioii,;:ct1;2;ii1i:::i:,a;‘i:::'i'ivB as 0 mm
This mollilied the old woman. “ Well: 59m3“'9Y 01‘
"5001-room." A scarcely perceptible smile accoin. another’?! said she, “all the quality that ever comes
Paniarl these last words, but Miss Ackland was 2”“:
ll, of course, did not perceive it.
minute or two after Ross made her ap1J931‘BM9i ‘he did’ ma
‘-Ihe looked just as usual, only better, Giacomo
‘ll! Wore in the school-room, with the prettiest and
‘Wilt of black silk sprout. She was perfectly Gilli:
back and for’ads here does take notice’of me. Didn't
Major Melville, even, ask me it I wssn t ‘old Nancy 1”
- .n
“Major Mzivillel” snid Giacomo, with 3 sudden
mouth’ in ‘in Plain moumimglnuco an” which dash of recollection, “ so he was the odicer who called
“To be sure-who else would it be ?” said Nancy
in her desire to exalt the family importance.
" lVas that his first visit?”
“In coorse it wasvbiitfand Nancy lowered hervcico
to :1 confidential tone, and looked riiysterioiis-“ hut-
he liar! met Ilir [ar[i'e.: Lyon-an’ tlioiigli he came all as
one as thinkin’ the hniiso was for salt-it warn‘! that,
at all, that brouglit hiiii-I seen that .-is plain as 3
‘ 'e-stalI.” Tlmii approacliing the young imin, wry
near, she said in an emphatic wiiispi-r-“ l[4- jist
wimlrrl rm I:ri'u.i-2 in get 12; '--that was it leBiit, my
goodness! iliiift let on that I was lelliii’ you, lcr
Miss Ackland is so very partii.-k'lar, she migliiift le
pleased at me !-Well, Goil he with you. I must
hurry in, for this ismy irasliin’ day, an’ I'm very busy I
I hope yoi.i’ll be back soon!
oor old Nancy ! little she knew, as she bent again
over her wash-tub, the effect of her well-meaning gos-
sip on him who heard it! Strange to say, it quick-
ened his step, and dispelled the sadness that was
weighing his heart down, and sent forth a new man,
with a new heart, as he said himself. to brittle with
the storms of life. A new spirit had come into him,
and thou li he went not on his way rejoicing, he
walked with a firmer step, and a proudor inieii, look-
ing the future sternly iii the face, and resolved to for-
get the Warm visions of the past before enteiijiig 03
the cold realities of his coming life. ou t on
fear had now given place to cei-tainty in ii matter
near and dear to his hleurtilagd lile liaughtily, deficii;t&l‘y,
castswa thehc et at a itman an icuro' is
life during the paldt months g y
He left Drogheds on the following day, not with-
out heai-ing Mass at early morning iii the High Lane
Chapel, almost in the shadow of Lawrence's Gate, and
there offering up his prayers with the simple piety of
a true Italian for those he was leaving, perhaps for-
ever. The Madonna, his own Madonna, looked down
on him with her sweet, mothurly eyes from the
ancient wall of the humble temple, and he bowed his
head before her as he Used to do when a little child
in his fair Tuscan home, and asked her maternal bless-
ing and her powerful aid in the trials and troulilcs
that might still await him in a life llat as yet had
been smooth and tranquil. Then he went foitli more
hopeful, mesa resigned, and badlc a cheerful i'zii'eiie‘.l
to the frien s who went to see iim off, thiiil-ziiiv the
while of poor Jemmy Niilty, whom he should sic no
more on earth, and breathing a prayer which he al-
most felt to be superduous, for the pilgrims soul.
Miss Ackland missed her young friend even more
than she had anticipated; she often spoke ofhim, and
always in termsfqlf praisle, reglrettii-‘lg that lhry End
seen so much o im ony to rise is societ w on
she, at least, had learned to value it most y
“ I feel precisely towards him,” she would say, " as
though he were a near and dear relation. ‘V9 see so
few like him, now-s-days,-he is so gggllgi in hlS.WEg?I
so kind and so considerate, so re e , too, in is
sentiments.
Rose shrugged her shoulders; she was not quite
so great an admirer of the Sigriorfa-s llel‘1tllllli,h50 she
said ' the nun man was retty air am mig t pass
in a hrowd: butgshe really did not see what her aunt
saw in him to make her rate him so highly. To
Nancy she talked in the same strain of Giacomo,
wheipfhjs naipc came up, and stpmetimeslgot fldsllillig
rebu or 1. ie some 'rom t a warm- iearto 0
woman who could never hear to hear my one She
loved spoken lightly of. At such times Rose would
laugh merrily, and say, “Why, lyou duiiht eprpeciii
Nancy, that every one should thin ' as muc 0. your
-Mister Jacomy’ as you do? every one is lreegtpo
have their opinion, you know!” ‘But from a spirit
of contradiction she would herself introduce the sub-
ject, enjoying of all things the annoyance her want
of appreciation of Giacomo gsve-the old woman.
1; was on gray, soft evening in the early part of
August, and Miss Ackland stood on. the usplsiiziilc
with a geiitli.-man who hail been paying her a visit
and was now leaving. He was a priest, that was
plain, though his black, clerical coat was of the rus-
Liest, and his whole appearance that of a man who
had liitle to boast ‘of on the score of wealth. He
was rather stout built, and would have been I-all were
it not for is slight stoop that took somewhat lrom his
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here on St. J ohn’s Eve ?”
height. His face was rather ssllow, and far from.