of thy lord. The passers-by may jeer thee; the servants of the prince of this world may call thee black; the daughters of the uncircumcised may beat thee, earth and hell rise up in wrath against thee, and seek to despoil thee of thy rich ornaments and to sully thy fair name; but all the more dear art thou to our hearts; all the more deep and sincere the homage we pay thee; and all the more earnestly do we pray thee to receive our humble offerings, and to own us for thy children, and watch over us that we never forfeit the right to call thee our Mother. 5. MARY, QUEEN OF MERCY. MANGAN. JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN.-Among the poets whom Ireland has prodaced within the last ten or fifteen years, Clarence Mangan deservedly occupies a high place. As a translator, he was unequalled: he translated from the Irish, the French, the German, the Spanish, the Italian, the Danish, and the Eastern languages, with such a versatile facility as not only to transfuse into his own tongue the substance of the original, but the graces of style and ornament, and idiomatic expression, which are peculiar to the poetry of every country. He frequently surpassed the originals in he fluency of his language. Many of the poems called "translations," are entirely his own.-Ballads of Ireland. 1. THERE lived a knight long years ago, He took no thought, but, undismay'd, His heart was rock; he never pray'd "O Mary, Queen of Mercy!" 2. Years roll'd, and found him still the same, The torment of the Undying Worm And then, though powerless to reform, Would he, in hope to appease that sternest "O Mary, Queen of Mercy!" 3. At last Youth's riotous time was gone, And Loathing now came after Sin. With locks yet, brown, he felt as one Grown gray at heart; and oft, with tears, He tried, but all in vain, to win From the dark desert of his years One flower of hope; yet, morn and evening, 4. A happier mind, a holier mood, A purer spirit ruled him now: No more in thrall to flesh and blood, Wended his way to Pommerland; 5. Here, shorn and cowl'd, he laid his cares Nor matin hymn nor laud could learn, For him no penance was too stern; And often pray'd he on his lonely 6 They buried him with mass and song Rose, blooming, from that verdant mound The fairest lily ever seen; And, on its petal-edges round Relieving their translucent whiteness, Did shine these words, in gold-hued brightness, 7. And, would God's angels give thee power, Upspringing from the dead man's heart, Then wouldst thou choose the better part, 6. RELIGIOUS MEMORIALS. SIR HUMPHREY DAVY. SIR HUMPHREY DAVY-an eminent English philosopher and chemist of the present century. Author of some very interesting books of travel. 1. THE rosary, which you see suspended around my neck, is a memorial of sympathy and respect for an illustrious man. I was passing through France, in the reign of Napoleon, by the peculiar privilege granted to a savant, on my road to Italy. I had just returned from the Holy Land, and had in my possession two or three of the rosaries which are sold to pilgrims at Jerusalem, as having been suspended in the Holy Sepulchre. Pius VII. was then in imprisonment at Fontainebleau. By a special favor, on the plea of my return from the Holy Land, I obtained permission to see this venerable and illustrious pontiff. I carried with me one of my rosaries. 2. He received me with great kindness. I tendered my services to execute any commissions, not political ones, he might think fit to intrust me with, in Italy, informing hi that I was ar Englishman: he expressed his thanks, but declined troubling me. I told him that I was just returned from the Holy Land; and, bowing, with great humility, offered him my rosary from the Holy Sepulchre. 3. He received it with a smile, touched it with his lips, gave his benediction over it, and returned it into my hands, suppos ing, of course, that I was a Roman Catholic. I had meant to present it to his Holiness; but the blessing he had bestowed upon it, and the touch of his lips, made it a precious relic to me; and I restored it to my neck, round which it has ever since been suspended. "We shall meet again; adieu :" and he gave me his paternal blessing. 4. It was eighteen months after this interview, that I went out, with almost the whole population of Rome, to witness and welcome the triumphal entry of this illustrious father of the Church into his capital. He was borne on the shoulders of the most distinguished artists, headed by Canova: and never shall I forget the enthusiasm with which he was received; it is impossible to describe the shouts of triumph and of rapture sent up to heaven by every voice. And when he gave his benediction to the people, there was a universal prostration, a sobbing, and marks of emotion and joy, almost like the bursting of the heart. I heard everywhere around me cries, of "The holy father! the most holy father! His restoration is the work of God !" 5. I saw tears streaming from the eyes of almost all the women about me, many of whom were sobbing hysterically, and old men were weeping as if they were children. I pressed my rosary to my breast on this occasion, and repeatedly touched with my lips that part of it which had received the kiss of the most venerable pontiff. I preserve it with a kind of hallowed feeling, as the memorial of a man whose sanctity, firmness, meekness, and benevolence, are an honor to his Church' and to human nature: and it has not only been useful to me, by its influence upon my own mind, but it has enabled me to give pleasure to others; and has, I believe, been some times beneficial in insuring my personal safety. 6. I have often gratified the peasants of Apulia and Calabria, by presenting them to kiss a rosary from the Holy Sepulchre, which had been hallowed by the touch of the lips and benediction of the Pope: and it has even been respected by, and procured me a safe passage through, a party of brigands, who once stopped me in the passes of the Apennines. 7. THE CONVERT. BURNETT. On MR. P H. BURNETT has filled, with much honor, the highest position in the judiciary of Oregon Territory; and later, the gubernatorial chair of California. As a writer, he is learned, clear-sighted, calm, and exact. his conversion to the Catholic Church, he published his work entitled, "The Path which led a Protestant Lawyer into the Church," a book of corsiderable merit. 1. He has embraced a higher grade of faith, has been. brought into closer and holier communion with the unseen world, and has adopted a more just and charitable estimate of human veracity. He has taken a step towards the Celestial City, from the low, murky valleys of discord, where the fogs of error do love to dwell. He shakes hands with the brethren of every kind, name, and tongue. He worships with the people of every nation. He joins his prayers with those who speak the varied languages of earth. On every shore, in every land, beneath every sky, and in every city, he meets his brethren of the universal Church. He is at home everywhere, and bows down with the millions who have worshipped, and still worship, at the same altar, and hold the same faith. 2. This is not all. He traverses the records of all history, and goes back, link after link, by an indubitable chain, to the apostolic day. He has no chasms to leap, no deserts to cross. At every step in this progress he finds the same Old Churchthe same faith—the same worship still pre-eminent in the Christian world. He sees the rise and fall of empires and sects; but the same Old Church always pre-eminent. The records of the past are with him. He has the sanction of antiquity. Time tells for him a glorious story. He meets with myriads of brethren all along the slumbering ages. The old martyrs and saints are his brethren. He claims compan ionship with them. Their memories are beloved by him. 3. And Blandina, the poor slave, but noblest of martyrs, was his sister. And old Ignatius, and Polycarp, and Justin, and Irenæus, are also his brethren. And she, the humblest of the humble-the purest of the pure-the stainless Virgin Mother of his Lord, whom all generations call "blessed," is |