ensation than such a
recovery."--Famine and Fever, as Clause and Effect in
Ireland, &a., &o. By D. J. Cohkigan, Esq., M.D.,
M.K.C.S.B. Dublin: J. Fannin & Co., Grafton Street.

It was to such a state of general tumult that the Prophet and his family
arose on the morning of the following day. As usual, he was grim and
sullen, but on this occasion his face had a pallid and sunken look in
it, which apparently added at least ten years to his age. There was
little spoken, and after breakfast he prepared to go out. Sarah, during
the whole morning, watched his looks, and paid a marked attention to
every thing he said. He appeared, however, to be utterly unconscious
of the previous night's adventure, a fact which his daughter easily
perceived, and which occasioned her to feel a kind of vague compassion
for him, in consequence of the advantage it might give Nelly over
him; for of late she began to participate in her father's fears and
suspicions of that stubborn and superstitious personage.

"Father," said she, as he was about to go out, "is it fair to ax where
you are going?"

"It's neither fair nor foul," he replied; "but if it's any satisfaction
to you to know, I won't tell you."

"Have you any objections then, that I should walk a piece of the way
with you?"

"Not if you have come to your senses, as you ought, about what I
mentioned to you."

"I have something to say to you," she replied, without noticing the
allusion he had made; "something that you ought to know."

"An' why not mention it where we are?"

"Bekaise I don't wish her there to know it."

"Thank you, ma'am," replied Nelly; "I feel your kindness--an,' dear
me, what a sight o' wisdom I'll lose by bein' kep' out o' the
saicret--saicret indeed! A fig for yourself an' your saicret; maybe I
have my saicret as well as you."

"Well, then," replied Sarah, "if you have, do you keep yours as I'll
keep mine, and then we'll be aiquil. Come, father, for I must go from
home too. Indeed I think this is the last day I'll be with either of you
for some time--maybe ever."

"What do you mane?" said the father.

"Hut!" said the mother, "what a goose you are! Charley Hanlon, to be
sure; I suppose she'll run off wid him. Oh, thin, God pity him or any
other one that's doomed to be blistered wid you!"

Sarah flashed like lightning, and her frame began to work with that
extraordinary energy which always accompanied the manifestation of her
resentment.