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VOL. VIII.
NEW YORK, SATURDAY, MAY 6, 1865.
N0. 49.
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Pages i, 2 A 3.-The Old House by the Boyne; or, Recollections of an
Irish Borough, by Mrs. J. Ssdlisr (continued). Cveoilia-A Roman Drama,
played or the um mm by the Young Indies amre Academy of the
Sisters of the Holy Child A! simon, Pu, January in, 1885 (continued).
Dr. Colonso and Henry VIIL, &c.
Pages 4 2 5.vIatest Irish News. Catholic Intelligence-Foreign and
Domestic. Death or the Most sev. or. Brown, Lord Bishop of xiimm.
Latest European News. The Funeral at Mount St. Vincent. Obituary.
n-us Deaths.
Pages 6 I 7.‘l7o1'n'i[ll And Home Miscellany.
Ytgu a A 9.-Onlimltiau mi Condrination in the Archdiocese olNew York.
Mexico. General Sherman's Mcinorundum. Anglican Ordination. Form
and Substance. Manhattan College. Our Dublin Correspondence. Lecture
by the slump of Newark, &c.
Pixel 10 A‘: ii.-Literature-Catholic World, No. 2 ; The Lore of Religious r
Perfection ; The Boyuc wrrzrr. An Episode of glloarrling-school Life, by
HE. M. A. Sllilllsl‘. Departure of Hon. iur. McGee-Presentation of an
Address In tho llonaveniure station, &c., Gm. Pastoral Letter of Lhe Right
Rev. Bishop of Newark. Presentation,
of Abtullrim 'Linr‘olri-Obscqmes in New York-
rtarit from Grant -Surrender of
on ofBooll.i, the Airman. i v ‘John-
The Burning 0! Richmond, oeneni News Items. Diocese of nmrora.
Coridruuiiou and Reception in mum, N. it. New York Mukcts, kc , rm.
Pages I4, 15 .2 10.-Adverhsemenm.
nir”uTn HOUSE av THE snvuf:
RECOLLECTIONS OF AN IRISH BOROUGH.
BY MRS. J. SADLIER.
CHAPTER XVI.
A MONTH or so after Giacomo’s departure, the Bro-
digaris, father and daughters, came one evening to
Miss Acklaud's, the father, as usual, with the kind in-
tention of cheering the aunt and niece in the solitude
from which he and his amiable wife could not draw
them so often as they wished, the daughters with a
little private object of their own which the reader
.will presently ascertain. There was music, as usual,
and Rose san at her auntls request, with her guitar,
a pretty balls just then new and popular-long since
passed i.rito the realm of things forgotten, beginning
thus-
“ Do you ever think of me, love,
Do you ever think of me,
When I'm far away from thee, love,
With my bark upon the sea 1,,
My thoughts are ever turning
To thee where'er I roam,
And my heart is ever yearning I
For the quiet scenes of home.''‘
“How very sweet!" lisped Jane Brodigan in her
sentimental wa , “ and how expressivaly you do sing
it, Rose l-Tal ing of being ‘far away,’ have you
heard, Miss Ackland, that our handsome Leghorner
has been taking a wife to himself ?”
“Why no !-can it be possible?”
5 “ Why should it not be possible, my dear Miss
Ackland ?” said Ann, with somewhat more than her
wonted stiffness; “ it is very natural, I presume, that
Signor Giacomo Malvili would marry one time or
another,-most young men do.”
“Yes, but somehow I thought-I thought he had
no idea of being married so soon-and if it were so
I thought he would let me know of it.” .
" Oh! of coufse, you would expect that,” said Miss
Brodigan, in a somewhat softer tone; she and every
one else liked Miss Ackland, eyenthose who could
not fully appreciate her; “ considering your kindness
to him,-but people are not always as grateful as they
should be.” ,
"‘ Very true, my dear! but I cannot believe that
Giacomo is one of those who are likely to forget
friends or friendship." . .
“Believe what you may,” said Ann, drawing her-
self up, “ I have reason to, think that the report is
true.”
“ But how did you come to hear of it, Ann ?” said
591' What, who had heard the news with much sur-
prise
“That is of no im rtauoo, father! We have it
911 good authority. ven't we, J ans ?”,
“ Oh! decidedly, the very best and most reliable.
But, my dear Rose! how very silent you are. You
do not seem at all surprised.”
Rose had gone to the piano, and was busily en-
gagcd looking over her music for a piece she wanted.
She answered without interrupting her employment-
“ Surprised! why should I be surprised ?-As if it
was any wonder to hear of a wedding! I thought
I should hear of one soon! Dear me! where can
that Overture to Tamrezli be? Aunt! did you see
it lately?“
“No, my dear! I have not been arranging the
music for some days. But, my dear Miss Brodigan!
do you think it is really true that Giacomo is mar-
ied ‘F’
“I really cannot say, Miss Acklcind !-I can only
repeat that we have the news from good autliority.”
“ Who is that, Ann 5”’ said her father.
“ Torn Lanigan, father !-you know he ivouldnlt be
likcly to tell a falsehood."
. “ I know that, but how did he hear it? Who told
“ ell! I really didn't ask--only he had reason to
think it was true, I ow he wouldn't repeat it.”
“ It is very strange,” said Miss Ackland, in a sort
of soliloquizing tone; “ it was one of the last things
I should have expected to hear.”
“ Oh! here is Tancredi,” said Rose, "' and, Mr.
Brodigan, here is another favorite of yours, ‘Miss
Forbes‘ Farewell to Banlf,’ with variations. I will
play that first." And she took her seat at the piano.
“ Don’t you Want light?” said Ann Brodigsn, tak
ing a girandole from the mantel-piece, and placing it
on the piano, looking full in Roses face as she did so.
“Thank you, Ann,” said Rose very quietly, “ you
are always so very considerate.”
“Isn’t the light too strong for you, Rose‘? You
look as though you had a head-ache."
“ Oh! dear mo,rio! I have no lieud-ache, Thank
you. that will do 3”
“ Don’t you wrint me to tum over the leaves
“ It is quite unnecessary, I know the piece so well.”
Ann Brodigan resumed her seat, glancing at her
sister with an expression that seemed to say-“ I
really can't understand her. Can on . ’
When Rose had finished, Mr. Brodigan said, rising
-“ Come, irls, let us be 011‘. Your mother will be
alone, for t e young ones are all abed by this time.”
It was early to leave, but the young ladies made no
ob'ection, so they all bade ood night and retired,
'l7Vhen they were gone, iss Ackland and Rose sat
together for a few moments in silence; by some im-
pulse perhaps scarcely known to herself, Rose moved
nearer to her aunt and looked inquiringly in her face.
Miss Ackland laid her hand on her head and smiled
in her gentle, quiet way, a little ahstractedly, Rose
nor Giacomo is really married ?’
“He may be, Rose !--But if so, it is not what I
would expect. I think he would let us know if any
such thing were in contemplationz”
“Perhaps es,-perhaps no,” said Rose carelessly
--“ how muc longer do you intend to sit up, Aunt
Lydia ?-I feel tired and drowsy-I think I will go to
bed."
“Very well, Rose! ring for Nancy, and we will
get our prayers said, then you can go.” .
When the prayers were over, Miss Aokland said
she would read a while, before going up stairs, so Rose
took her night-light and lelt the room. Closing the
parlor door after her, she went softly to the kitchen,
and asked Nancy if she was very much hurried just
thou ht.
“ Eunt I“ said Rose at length, “ do you think Sig-
y
n
G‘
en.
R “ Well no ! do you want me to do anything, Miss
osc ‘P’
“ Oynly to come up and sit with me,” said Rose
almost in a whisper; “ my aunt is not coming up ‘ust
et, and I don't like to be up there all alone. on
know that’s the room Captain Melville used to sleep
in, any time he was here overnight.”
“ I know, dear! I know," an Nancy nodded and
looked solemn; “ I don't care to go into that ‘room
myg91faRer nightfall. I’ll go with you in a minute,
when I fasten the doors and windows down here."
So the doors and windows being made fast, the
two stole past the parlor door and up stairs. Nancy
squatted herselfon the carpet while heryoung lady re-
pared for bed, talking the while ofall the pleasant ays
she used to have when the old house was blithe and
merry, and the dead alive, and the careworu and sor-
rowful young an gay. But she carefully avoided
mentioning one name, and when she had even the
most distant allusion to make to him who had borne
it, Ros stopped her with a terrified “ Hush l" and
both lo ked fearfully round into those corners of the
large room where the light did not fully penetrate.
It might have been expected that Rose would have
told her faithful old confidant of the news Miss Brod-
igsn had brought, but for once she kept something to
herself, and said not a word about it, probably for-
getting it altogether in the engrossing interest with
which she listened to Nancyls reminiscences of old-
time life in the old house.
Adoor was heard closing down stairs, and Rose who
was now in bed, made it sign for Naucyto hurry
away; Nancy was not slow in obeying, both hav-
ing an instinctive fear of Miss Ackland's noticing
their newly-awakened fears concerning the ghost.
But Miss Ackland, coming up stairs at the time, saw
Nancy stealing along the corridor, though Nancy did
not see her, and guessing at once how matters stood,
she could not help laughing, though her heart was
heavy with the thoughts that ever weighed on her
mind when alone.
Next. day was Saturday, and when, at one o’clock
the school was dismissed, Miss Acklaud proposed to
Rose that they should walk down to see Mabel, whom
they had not seen for some weeks. They sat long
with the old woman, whom they found, as they often
did, all alone in the cottage; she had strange news
for them-Major Mellville had been to visit her, a
day or two before, and had given her a bright gold
sovereign, which she showed with a sort of hesita-
tion, as though she were half afraid that, like the fairy
gifts of her own stories, it might. turn into some
meancr substance for the showing. But the gold
was “ good red gold,” and proof against all chances,
and there was no gcttin over so substantial a proof
that Major Melville had really found old Mabel out,
though how he did so, or from what motive, even
Miss Acklnnd's keen wits could not imagine.
Like one in a dream, she rose and left. the cottage,
barely bidding Mabel good-bye, and Rose followed
quickly, telling the old woman that they would soon
come again. When they had walked a little way,
Miss Ackland said to Rose :
“What can this mean? I cannot understand it.
How came Guy to know anything of Mabel, and why
should he go to see her?"
“It is very odd, Aunt Lydia!" said Rose with s
more thoughtful air than usual; “he is certainly I
strange man, thou h he does not look so," she added
as if to herself. hen both were silent.
It was one of those rich mellow evenings which
the autumn only brings, when the whole earth and
the boundless fields of air are ii-glow with gold and
crimson, and nor cloud nor cloudlct skims the sur-
face of heaven’s bright glorious sea. The Boyue
rippled past with a gentle tremulous motion,
“ The waters calm reflecting bright,
The golden glory of the light,"
and the fair scene around was a picture of tranquil
beauty; but, each absorbed in her own thoughts, the
aunt and niece little headed the smile thatvnaturo
wore, and few words passed between them till they
came to their own gate, when both screamed with
surprise; it was opened by Giacomo, who had ovi-
dentvly been awaiting their coming. . n .
H by, Giacomo, is it, can it be possible? cried
Miss Ackland, as she warnily.s1I00k 111111 b)’ We hand-
“ Very possible, indeed, Miss itcklaud, '01: see I
am back sooner than I eXP"9’-e,d' i
<iWhy did on come 2?" said Rose abruptly and
carelessly, as though little heeding what she said.
she had m,m1,1er1 going up the lirst steps, and Gia-
como ojfered his arm, whicli she, however, declined
with a grave bow. ' .
Giacomo smiled at the question; it was so chsrash
(,5!-igtjcj “An event of somaiinportance to myself.
and one other, at least, has given me an opportunity
that I did not dare to expect.” .
“ Ohl indeed ?” said Rose quickly; “ I guessed as
much."
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