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and believe in the gospel. But who doth zeal, or all these, perchance, inextricably not reverence the sacrament, that is a sign mingled, wrought in the mind of him who, that he has no sin, no world, no death, no | in that lone chamber, still reverently predanger, no hell; that is to say, he believeth | served and reverently shown, cast aside in none, although he be sunk in them over every dream of his youth and manhood, head and ears. Contrariwise, he needeth Aung away every once-cherished purpose, not either grace, eternal life, the kingdom and devoted the first hours of his slow of heaven, Christ, or God."

recovery to toil on crutches up the ascent to the church of Our Lady of Montserrat,

there to hang up his lance and sword, and IGNATIUS LOYOLA, FOUNDER OF THE

to yow before her altar, with devotion JESUITS.

unimagined by the knight of romance, all IV HAT country but Spain could have his future days to her service. Strongly

V produced that wonderful man, Igna- is his indomitable will displayed in all the tius Lovola, and how well befitting that incidents of his after-life ; his weary pilland is his history! The handsome, bold grimage to Jerusalem; his placing himyoung noble, entering life as page at the self on the same form with boys studying brilliant court of Ferdinand; then as a grammar, that he might obtain the scanty soldier of fortune, pursuing a career of knowledge without which he could not romantic bravery in the desolating wars become a priest ; his persevering efforts of the times; fierce, reckless, pleasure to establish his order, in spite of such loving, seeking, amid enjoyment and keen determined opposition; even the legends excitement, food for his fevered spirit, of his miracles and visions, all bear the until, in his thirtieth year, struck down by same impress of stern conflict and victory. a cannon-ball at the siege of Pampeluna, Wonderfully did he rule his order, and yet wounded through both legs, he is borne, rules it from the tomb! but Ignatius had toilsomely and painfully, many a weary been a soldier, and he carried into his league in the rude litter to his native val. community, as it has been truly said, the ley, Loyola—that valley to which he is to ideas and habits of a soldier. But then we give so wide a renown. And there is he think that the type of the genius of his borne to his old ancestral mansion, to the “society” must not be sought for in the chamber where he first saw light, a help- quiet orderly submission of the soldier of less and maimed sufferer, struck down in modern days; we must look rather at the full tide of life and hope. Here for the blind submission to the one favorite long months he lay; and how clouded leader, to that fierce, reckless spirit that must his future prospects have appeared yielded, indeed, implicit obedience to one, when, chafing under his slow recovery, but as the price of unlimited freedom from and anxious to prevent the deformity he all other rule which characterized the soldfeared, he caused his wounds to be re- ier of fortune in his own day. Such had opened, and a protruding bone sawed off! he seen in the Spanish and Italian wars ; Terribly was the indomitable will of the such were the free companies that fought founder of that mightiest order shown in under Bourbon, Pescara, and De Leyra ; this! but the agony was endured in vain : such were they who, at the bidding of Ignatius was a hopeless cripple. Still Cortez and Pizarro, followed them over tossing on his restless bed, the thoughts unknown seas! and as devoted, as unof the knight turned to his favorite ro- scrupulous a band of followers had he. mances, and he asked for them. None In so many ways are they, especially the could be found : so the lives of the saints Franciscan and Dominican, connected with were brought to him. What had been the progress of society in Europe, with the history of “the Society of Jesus," the advancing cause of freedom, with the where had been many an important, many earlier struggles of the Reformation, that a mysterious episode in the history of we cannot but be interested in every atmodern Europe, if that restless, chafing tempt that is made to bring these influenspirit, at this, the very crisis of his fate, tial communities before the attention of the had, like Luther, opened the Bible? Who historical student, well assured that a just shall say? But who shall also say what appreciation of their efforts and their charshaping thoughts, whether of wild enthu-acter cannot fail to throw additional light siasm, of towering ambition, of religious on the history of the middle ages.

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A VISIT TO ABBOTSFORD AND ITS VICINITY. TT was on a bright calm morning toward | had not, therefore, proceeded far before he I the close of September that we started stopped us by exclaiming, “ There are the from the inn at Galashiels, where we had woods and house of Abbotsford ; and arrived at a late hour on the preceding there, behind them, are the Eildon hills! evening, to visit Abbotsford and some of There you see Gala-water chafing as it the adjacent scenes, which the genius of joins the Tweed. And yonder are the the mighty minstrel had invested with suf- braes of Yarrow, and the vale of Ettrick !" ficient interest to our minds to render them It was impossible not to catch some por. the chief object of our northern tour. tion of the enthusiasm with which he thus

One of our party (we were four in num- uttered names that we had often heard ber, and on foot—the true mode of enjoy- and read of with emotion, especially as ing such an excursion) was well acquainted the beautiful scenery to which they be. with the locality of every spot with which longed was now spread in bright reality the slightest interest was associated; and before us, and we learned to distinguish was, moreover, admirably qualified to act each amid the calm light shed around as cicerone by an unbounded enthusiasm them from a cloudless autumn sky. for everything connected, however re- Abbotsford is situated about two miles motely, with the person, the genius, or from Galashiels, between that town and the memory of the illustrious poet. We Selkirk. The house occupies the crest

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of the last of a broken series of hills de- our attention was directed by our enthusiscending from the Eildons to the Tweed, astic friend to the first instance of Sir whose silver stream it overhangs. The Walter's anxiety to accumulate around his grounds are richly wooded, and diversified | residence as many relics as possible of the with an endless variety of “ bushy dells olden time, in the rusty chains and rings, and alleys green;" while through all the called “jougs,” to which the bells were river,

attached, and which had been brought “Wandering at its own sweet will,”

from one of the ancient castles of the

Douglasses in Galloway. The approach gives its exquisite finish to a picture such 1-which is very short, as the high road as needs no association whatsoever, noth- runs through the grounds in rather close ing but its own intrinsic loveliness, to propinquity to the house is by a broad leave its image indelibly impressed upon trellised walk, overshadowed with roses the mind.

| and honeysuckles; on one side was a We soon arrived at the entrance gate, screen of open Gothic arches filled with ina loity arch in an embattled wall; and here visible network, through which we caught

delightful glimpses of a garden with flower-narrow vaulted apartment running across beds, turrets, porches leading into avenues the entire house, with an emblazoned winof rosaries, and bounded by noble forest-dow at either end. Here was an endless trees. We came at once upon the house, variety of armor and weapons, among the external appearance of which utterly them Rob Roy's gun, with his initials, defies description. At either end rises a R. M. G., around the touch-hole; Hofer's tall tower, but each totally different from blunderbuss; the pistols taken from Bonathe other; and the entire front is nothing parte's carriage at Waterloo ; a beautiful but an assemblage of gables, parapets, sword which Charles I. presented to Moneaves, indentations, water-spouts with trose ; together with thumb-screws and strange droll faces, painted windows, other instruments of torture, the dark meElizabethan chimneys; all apparently morials of days of savage cruelty, we trust flung together in the very wantonness gone by forever. of irregularity, and yet producing, as we Beyond this armory is the dining-room, all agreed, a far more pleasing effect than with a low carved roof, a large bow winany sample of architectural propriety, dow, and an elegant dais. Its walls were whether ancient or modern, that we had hung in crimson, and thickly covered with ever seen.

pictures, among which were the Duke of A noble doorway—the fac-simile, as our Monmouth, by Lely; a portrait of Howell-informed guide apprised us, of the garth, by himself; and a picture of the ancient royal palace of Linlithgow, and head of Mary Queen of Scots—said to ornamented with stupendous antlers-ad have been painted the day after her exemitted us into the lofty hall; the impres- cution—with an appalling ghastliness of sion made upon entering which was such countenance, the remembrance of which as never could be forgotten. There are for days afterward was like that of an but two windows, and these, although | unpleasant dream. lofty, being altogether of painted glass, A narrow passage of sculptured stone every pane being deep-dyed gorgeous ar-conducted us from this apartment to a demorial bearings, the sudden contrast be- licious breakfast-room, with shelves full tween the less than “ dim religious light” of books at one end, and the other walls which they admitted, and the glare of day well covered with beautiful drawings in from which we had entered, together with water-color, by Turner. Over the chimthe thought of whose roof-tree it was be ney-piece was an oil painting of a castle neath which we stood, and whose the overhanging the sea, which our cicerone spirit that had called into existence the affirmed to be the Wolf's Crag. A numstrange beauty with which we rather felt ber of curious-looking cabinets formed the than saw ourselves to be surrounded, was most remarkable feature in the furniture oppressive-almost overpowering. Not a of this apartment; but its chief charm was word was spoken for some moments, until in the lovely prospect from the windows, our eyes became accustomed to the somber which on one side overlook the Tweed, coloring of the apartment, which we then and give a view of the Yarrow and of the perceived to be about forty feet in length | Ettrick upon the other. While standing and twenty in breadth and height, the walls here, looking out upon the glad water being of dark richly-carved oak, and the sparkling in the sunshine, with the overroof a series of pointed arches, from the hanging woods now putting on the golden center of each of which hung a richly- livery of autumn, and thinking how often emblazoned shield. Around the cornice must the mighty minstrel's eye and mind were also a number of similar shields. have drunk in poetic inspiration as he Our cicerone pointed out among them the gazed upon the same bright scene, one of bloody heart of Douglas, and the royal our party repeated, in a low tone of deep lion of Scotland. The floor of the splendid feeling, the lines from the “ Lay of the hall is paved with black and white marble, Last Minstrel,” which are in some respects brought, we were told, from the Hebrides; so touchingly applicable to the closing and magnificent suits of armor, with a scenes of the life of their gifted author :profusion of swords of every variety, occupy the niches, or are suspended on the

" Still as I view each well-known scene,

Think what is now, and what hath been, walls.

Seems as to me of all bereft, From the hall we were shown into a Sole friends thy woods and streams were left;

And thus I love them better still,

the fireplace, wired and locked, one conEven in extremity of ill.

taining books and MSS., relating to the inBy Yarrow's stream still let me stray,

surrections of 1715 and 1745; and another, Though none should guide my feeble way; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break,

treatises on magic and diablerie, said to Although it chill my wither'd cheek;

be of extreme rarity and value. In one Still lay my head by Teviot's stone,

corner stood a tall silver urn upon a porThough there, forgotten and alone, The bard may draw his parting groan.”

phyry stand, upon which we could not but

look with an intensely mournful interest; The windows were open ; it was the very it was filled with human bones, and bore season, but a few days from the anniver the inscription, “ Given by George Gorsary, of his death; the weather now, as it don, Lord Byron, to Sir Walter Scott, had been then, was warm and sunny ; the Bart." There was but one bust-a Shakgentle murmur of the river was audible, speare ; and one picture—Sir Walter's as we are told in his biography it was eldest son in hussar uniform, in the apartwhen his weeping sons and daughters ment. knelt around his bed just as the spirit was! Connected with this noble library, and departing; and as that solemn scene rose facing the south, is a small room, the most vividly before the excited imagination, i interesting of all—the retreat of the poet there came with it, perhaps more deeply -where many of the most admired prothan had ever been before experienced, a ductions of his genius were conceived and feeling of the mutability, the nothingness, written. It contained no furniture, exof all that earthly fame or riches can be- cept a small writing-table in the center, stow. The bright scene was there un-an arm-chair covered with black leather, changed ; but where was he who gave the

| and one chair besides for a single privileged charm to its brightness—who had rendered

| visitor. On either side of the fireplace it almost unrivaled in its interest by any were shelves with a few volumes, chiefly similar locality in the world!

folios ; and a gallery running round three On passing from this room, which we sides of the room, and reached by a hangleft most reluctantly, we came into a green

ing stair at one corner, also contained house with an old fountain playing before some books. There were but two porit-one that had formerly stood by the traits—those of Claverhouse and Rob Roy. cross of Edinburgh, and had been made to

In one corner was a little closet opening flow with wine at the coronations of the

into the gardens, forming the lower comStuarts. This brought us into the draw-partment of one of the towers, in the upper ing room, a large and very handsome part of which was a private staircase apartment, elegantly furnished with an

accessible from the gallery. This was cient ebony, crimson silk hangings, mir

the last portion of the mansion which we rors, and portraits—among the latter, a

were permitted to explore ; and after a noble portrait of Dryden, one of Peter | hurried ramble through the groundsLely's best. After pausing here for some

where exquisite walks, with innumerable minutes, we passed into the largest room

seats and arbors, commanding views of of all, the library—a most magnificent

gleamy lakes and most picturesque and apartment, about fifty feet in length by lovely waterfalls, told eloquently of the thirty in width, with a projection in the matchless taste that had there found reccenter, opposite the fireplace, containing i reation from its toil-we bid a long adieu a large bow window. The roof is of rich- , to Abbotsford. ly-carved oak, as are also the bookcases, Our next visit was to Melrose Abbey, which reach high up the walls. The books which. were elegantly bound, amounting, we were

“Like some tall rock with lichens gray," told, in number, to about twenty thousand volumes, all arranged according to their rose before us as we turned down a narrow subjects. Among them were presentation street of the little town of Melrose. It copies from almost every living author in is, in truth, perhaps the very loveliest pile the world. Our attention was arrested in of monastic ruins that the eye can see or particular by a “Montfaucon," in fifteen the imagination can conceive. The winfolio volumes, with the royal arms em- dows, and especially the glorious east winblazoned on the binding, the gift of King dow with all its elaborate tracery-upon George IV. There were cases opposite the repairs of which, (as of the entire

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