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truly paradisiacal, compared with the want, the crime, the woe that every where abound.

“ Why should toiling, striving man be linked to misery for ever? Labour of head and hand, believe me, is man's best estate and earthly destiny; but it is at the bottom, in place of the top, of the scale. Yet the time is drawing nigh - a little bird whispers it in my ear-when the labourer, the working-man, no longer ignorant, brutalized, debased, shall rise, without impeachment of the claims of any, to the highest, best elevation of nature's aristocracy. Shall he not dwell in palaces who raises palaces ? Shall she not go in rich attire whose fingers wind the silk of the toiling worm ? Shall the ruby, the diamond, and the red red gold, not glitter on the miner's manly breast, or deck the fingers of his wife and child ? Shall she not wear who spins he eat who sows ? Shall the purple juice recruit no more the fainting vine-dresser ; or pictures

deck, or choicest harmony cheer, the dwellings of the poor? Yes, by the living God shall they! By the very Majesty of Heaven, man — man himself, shall waken from the trance of ages ; and the producer and the consumer, the creator of enjoyments and he who revels in them, shall be one and indivisible once more. Nature's glad voices shall breathe out forcefully again. The carolling birds, the whispering winds, the gorgeous clouds, and perfumed flowers, the sunny earth, the mighty ocean, man's glorious beauty, speak seraph-toned his ineffable destiny, the faint foreshadowings of his final home!”

Never had I so clearly, so hopefully, presented to me the prospects of our race. My whole being was steeped in ecstasy. I saw my countrymen, I saw mankind, no longer care-worn, destitute, but happy, intelligent, free. There need be no more want nor grinding poverty

men, women, or were it tender infancy, stealing through street or lane, ready to sell body and soul for bread! No shivering children fronting driving rain and pitiless storm-beggary, misery, intemperance, crime, with all their sad abettors, fled. I turned to thank Cornelius for the emotions he had inspired; but he was already gone.

THE LABOURER'S HOME.

In a few days I waited on my friends ; it was to take my leave. I had been ordered to the south, and perchance should revisit Dublin no moré. “ Fear not,” exclaimed Cornelius, “ I shall be faithful to the end; the interests of the poor and oppressed shall be to me as those of my own soul.”

In effect, he repaired shortly after to his estates, and, convening his tenants, informed them of his designs. They, he expected, would perform their part; he should not fail in his. Labourers were engaged in force; a field was drained, while substantial refreshments from time to time were handed round. At night, wages, more liberal than had ever been known before, were handed over in full.

Superior instructors were set to work in the schools; and the little ones, their tasks well done, were dismissed each with a sturdy hunch in hand, happy to learn on the terms, and firmly resolved to return on the morrow.

Artisans were collected, and well-arranged cottages erected. In short, there was no single projected improvement that Cornelius did not set about without delay; for he had, above most men, the deep conviction of life's short span, and of the necessity of prosecuting our designs on the instant. Costly time was not wasted in idle words; what was clearly thought was promptly done.

· The people were delighted — they were enchanted! Inexperienced, ignorant, they had been suspicious at first; but soon happiness sat on every brow, blessings poured from every tongue! With comfort, the inclination was awakened to retain it. The doctor, on the principle that prevention is better than cure, took sickness by the forelock, and the immunity from disease became altogether unprecedented. Good food, and plenty of it, averted fever — warm clothing, inflammation and other maladies. Superior dwellings replaced, as if by magic, the miserable hovels of the poor; trim fields and gardens, with a hearty, contented peasantry, sterility and grim despair. Cornelius paid the rector his tithes, the priest his dues, the presbyterian minister his stipend, the methodist preacher his salary; for each was satisfied to receive his conventional hire, without driving the unwilling or coercing the destitute. His expenditure in

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