as we know now, it isn't that a-way they'd have got off. And never throve from that hour, nor cared to cry" the Freeman's", and the parliament debates not in it, nor counsellor Grattan. Och, the trade was ruined entirely; and from that day to this, never hawked the bit of paper, nor could raise a tinpenny, only just on arrands, long life to your honors; and that's what the Union has brought us to; and sorrow paper they need print at all, at all, now, only in respect of the paving board, and Counsellor Gallagher's iligant speeches."

"And what use is made of that magnificent building?" asked Mr. De Vere, who stood gazing upon it with evident admiration.

"What use is it they make of it? your honor; Why then, sorrow a use in life, only a bank, Sir; the bank of

One of the most spirited, popular, and best conducted papers in the empire.

Ireland; what less use could they make of it? And for all that," added the

guide, significantly, "it cost a power

to make it what it is."

"It is a beautiful thing of its kind,” said De Vere, still gazing upon it, and rather apostrophizing the building than addressing his companion, who stood silent, and self-wrapped-" Beautiful, even now, entire and perfect in all its parts, what will it be centuries hence, touched by the consecrating hand of time, when its columns shall lie prostrate, its pediments and architraves broken and moss-grown, when all around it is silence and desolation? Then haply some strife of elements may conduct the enterprising spirit of remote philosophy to these coasts; may cast some future Volney of the Ohiho or Susquehanah upon the shores of this little Palmyra, and he may surmise and wonder, may dream his theories, and calculate his probabilities; and, bending over these ruins, see

the future in the past, and apostrophize the inevitable fate of existing empires."

"Or some American freeman," observed the Commodore, "the descendant of some Irish exile, may voluntarily seek the bright green shores of his fathers, and, in this mouldering structure, behold the monument of their former degradation."

"Why, then, long life to your honors," added the guide, who, with the subtlety incidental to his class and country, drew ingenious, and sometimes exact conclusions, from very scanty premises, and who believed that the strangers were predicting the ruin of Ireland from the event of the Union (an event execrated by all the lower orders of the country). "Why, then, long life to your honors, its true for you, and was said long ago, that after the Union the grass would grow high

in Dublin streets; and would this day, plaze God, only in respect of the paving-board, that be's ripping up the

streets, and laying down the streets, from June to January, just for the job, by Jagurs.

"Well, there is ould Trinity," he continued, turning towards the college, as he again raised his load upon his shoulders: "the boys that used to bate the world before them oncet with their fun and their larning, are now down, like the rest, and does not know one of them myself now, barring Collagian Barrett."

"By the bye," said Mr. De Vere, "is not this Irish College Smart' 'Temple of Dulness,' in the eyes of whose learned doctors, Swift and Goldsmith could find no favour? I have little respect myself for incorporated learning, or for literature and taste acquired by act of parliament."

"Intellectual illumination," replied the Commodore, "like other things, would, perhaps, best find its maximum when independent of legislative interference.

There is an education belonging to the spirit of the age, and carried on by its influence, far beyond the rules of these worn-out monastic institutions."

"Och! its anould place,shure enough," said the guide, "and least said about it is soonest mended. Now, plaze your honors, I'm finely rested, many thanks to yez, and so is mounseer too, and will attind you, and lave ould Nosey there to put an; for they've began to deck the lad, early as it is."

As he spoke, he directed the observation of the gentlemen to the equestrian statue of King William the Third, which two men were now busily engaged in decorating with orange and blue rib

bons.*

*This ludicrous and offensive spectacle is exhibited at the expense of the civil magistrate, on the anniversary of events connected with the triumph of the revolution party, and the downfall of the Jacobites. To the Catholics, who behold in this outward sign a token of their