the long run, lead to the same results, to similar good or similar evil. "In very populous places," says Mr F. T. Kennedy, " and in the Border counties, a practice has arisen not very dissimilar to the practice of England, namely, that a legal and compulsory relief has been established; but, in the county of Ayr there cannot be said to be a compulsory relief for the poor; at the same time it should be considered, that on many occasions the proprietors of land come forward in a very liberal manner with a voluntary contribution, in order to avoid what would be the consequence, if refused, that measures would be taken to compel them to give extensive relief to the poor." Whatever difference of opinion may prevail with regard to the policy of establishing a system for the employment of the vagrant and ablebodied poor, there can be none as to the necessity of providing for the sick and the impotent. The evils to which, in seasons of distress and sickness, the wretched poor of Ireland are exposed, from the absence of all means of relieving them, are too dreadful to be longer endured. In times of distress and sickness, it is found indispensable to station constables on the highways, to drive away the unfortunate beggars, and prevent them from entering the towns. We are informed by Dr Cheyne, in his Report on the State of the Province of Ulster in 1809, that "when any individual of a family was affected with fever, the rich were sometimes so much impressed with the danger of contagion, that they had him removed to a barn or an outhouse, (where they had prepared a bed, and broken a hole in the wall to admit of their handing in medicines and drink,) and locked the door, which was not unlocked till sometime after the disease was over. But when a stranger, or a labourer, who had no cabin of his own, took the disease, it was quite customary to prepare a shed for him by the way side: This was done by inclining some spars against a wall, or bank of a ditch, and covering them with straw. Under these sheds, which the rain penetrated, the patients lay on a little straw." One observation we must be permitted to make in parting with this subject. The improvement of Ireland must originate in exertions of the proprietors and occupiers of its own soil. Much has been said about the transfer of English capital into that part of the united kingdom, to be laid out either in establishing manufactures, or in improving the cultivation of land. It is difficult to believe, that this resource will, under any circumstances, prove available to any great extent; few instances occur in history, in which capital has been thus transferred from one country for the improvement of another. Every country must derive its wealth from its own resources and industry, and from these alone; as private wealth consists merely in the savings effected by an individual, so public wealth is the aggregate of such savings. Ireland, like every other country, must become the architect of its own fortune: Its improvement can arise only from the industry of its own population, and its wealth only from their savings. If means be adopted to call this industry into full operation, a foundation will be laid for a superstructure of national wealth and prosperity. The national resources of Ireland are ample and inexhaustible; and to produce both wealth and happiness, it is only necessary that means should be adopted to give a proper direction to the industry of its population-to repress idleness and mendicity-and in every case to render labour a condition to be fulfilled, before subsistence shall be administered to an able-bodied workman. If the landlords of Ireland neglect, as they have hitherto neglected, the execution of this duty, the population of that Island never can emerge from its poverty and misery. A GREEK PASTORAL. BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD. WHERE proud Olympus rears his head, Where clouds and mountains seem'd to swingle, She saw a youth of manly hue, As straining her eyes adown the steep, It was so witching and so dear. She turn'd her eyes back from the flood, Of noble rank and noble mien, And glittering in his tartans sheen. She neither fainted, scream'd, nor fled, But there she sat astonished; Her eyes o'er his form and features ran,- Upon the stranger's manly mien ; High beat her young and guileless heart, A model cast in mould divine} There she reclined, enchanted so, Exclaim'd the youth—“ O, maiden dear, As if afraid Her breath would melt the comely shade, YOUTH. "I came from the isle of the evening sun, Where the solans roost, and the wild deers run, Where the giant oaks have a gnarled form, And the hills are coped with the cloud and the storm, And there are warriors in that land, Till a strange enchantment on me fell,— How I came here I cannot tell. "There came to the field an old grey man, With a silver beard and a visage wan, And out of the lists he beckon❜d me, Till evening dropp'd her curtain grey, Was heard on high, And the lamps of glory begemm'd the sky; For darkness or light, The day or the night, Or hunger or thirst, To me no motive could impart, It was only the tale that charm'd my heart. "We posted on till the morning sun, For the forest was past, and the shore was won, "He took to a boat, but said no word, I cannot tell how many a day,— But the winsome moon did wax and wane, Of all bereft, for ever. Except this zone of heavenly weft, MAIDEN. "It is all enchantment! Once on a time I dwelt in a distant eastern clime, O many a thousand miles away, Where our day is night, and our night is day, And my dwelling was in the woodland wild, That shone like the sun in a thousand dyes; To steal on their rest, And I call'd, and conjured them to stay, Till they brought me to enchanted ground, They came and they flutter'd round my breast; They lull'd me into a slumber deep, To spirits of heaven, That the elves of malice afar be driven. "When I awoke from this dreamless slumber, |