happiness. But how is this to be done? in what way are we to accomplish so desirable, so essential a matter? I pronounce, with a heart overflowing with gratitude to the Giver of all Good, the Enlightener of the human understanding, by availing ourselves of the glorious suggestion or discovery of sir Toby Tickletoby, the greatest, the most renowned of our modern philosophers. Before I read the sublime system of Gall and Spurzheim," she proceeded-" that which you were poring over the other day, Eugenelike other ignorant creatures, I fancied man born a free agent, endued with powers to discriminate between good and evil, but left entirely to his own choice, with a knowledge of the penalty or rewards attached to it. The contrary I find, however, from these great men, Gall and Spurzheim, to be the case; from them I find, that man is sent into the world with organs of thought and volition, that propel him as they please, either to evil or to good, according to the organs that prepon

derate, so that he can have no will of his own, but must, like an automaton, when wound up, perform certain evolutions, whether he will or no. But how wretched must the knowledge of this have made us, by the constant apprehension it would have caused us to live in, of rendering others wretched, in spite of our best wishes and intentions, but for the discovery I have alluded to-a discovery that proves there is a way by which we can re-organize ourselves, if I may use such an expression, so as to render ourselves what creatures we please, or others wish to have us! for infancy, or early youth, is the time for new modelling our construction, or suppressing whatever from it might be likely to lead us astray. Happily you are not past the latter period; all that therefore remains to be done, ere I give orders for the metal caps I mean you to wear, is to examine your craniums, in order to ascertain what bumps most require to be pressed on; to permit this, the cutting off your hair, or, in other words, close shaving of

your heads, will be necessary; but, against this, I must flatter myself, my dear chil dren, that the good sense you both possess, as well as the wish I must conclude you experience to be good and amiable, will prevent your offering any objection."

To describe the astonishment of her auditors, when they found she was really serious in this proposition, would be impossible. They were, however, very differently affected by it; there appeared in it something so extremely ludicrous to Eugene, that he was nearly suffocated with laughter by it, whilst rage absolute ly sparkled in the eyes of Grace at the thought.

She was just on the point of vehement< ly protesting that she would die sooner than consent to a thing of the kind, when Caty, one of the helps, according to the American phrase, rushed into the parlour, to say that her master had just been kilt dead by captain Rock's men, and was coming in at the gate-a proof that, in

Ireland, to a certainty, they consider killing no murder.

All was now confusion and dismay, till the voice of the lieutenant was heard, exclaiming-" Don't be alarmed! don't be alarmed! 'tis a mere trifle-nothing more than a scratch!" wiping, as he advanced into the room, his forehead, from which a little blood was slowly flowing.

"Good Heavens!" exclaimed Miss Agnes Flora Judith, whilst Eugene flew off for Mr. Barney O'Rooke, the village surgeon, or barber, or both in one, for such was actually the case, "I never could have apprehended a thing of this kind! never could have thought that the descendants of the O'Neils would, here at least, have met with injury! that in their own neighbourhood, at least, they did not bear a charmed life about them!"

"Pooh, pooh! I suppose you mean led a charming life," said the lieutenant; however, that's as it may be-when the tide runs smooth, and the breeze blows fair, why they are well enough off then;

but when it sets in contrary, and there's a stiff gale, they are no more over comfortable here than they would be elsewhere."

"Ah! you don't understand me,” said Miss Agnes Flora Judith; " but that's nothing new, or at present of any consequence: but, in the name of Heaven, tell me, I conjure you, how it is we have provoked the enmity of captain Rock, or any of his banditti ?"

"The pirate! what the devil has put him in your noddle, Agnes?"

"Noddle! what an extraordinary manner you have of expressing yourself, brother but is not that wound in your forehead owing to him, or some of his men ?"

No, how the deuce should it, when I never yet came alongside of them! though 'tis a sign you were never on board a seventy-four during an engagement, to call this scratch a wound."

"Well, as the poet says, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' so call that hurt in your forehead by what name