“‘Keep your money, Mr. Considine; cross or coin of yours, sir, I’ll never touch. Mary was all I ever cared for, and only this blessed morning did I learn that it has pleased God to give me what you think so much of. Mary, your husband has five hundred good pounds of his own: keep your money, Mr. Considine, I never cared for it; but I must say—’ “‘_No more_,’ interrupted the priest. ‘Let us have in some of our good friends and neighbors; and, Nelly Nowlan, sure it’s a comfort that the beautiful dinner wont be wasted.’ “And so, aunt darling, there’s an end of Mary Considine; for in all the books I read my mistress, there seems an end of a woman when she marries—a wife and a mother go for nothing! And maybe, I haven’t something to tell you about _that_, for sure enough, the women (some of them) want to change places; now who do you think with, aunt? I am sure your simple head would never find out. Shall I tell you next time?” ----- [21] Plenty. [22] Neager, _i. e._ miser. [23] Wood-Pigeon. [24] “My lone,” alone. [25] “Shake,” ague. [26] Except, putting aside. * * * * * TO ADHEMAR. E. A. L. Thy voice flows o’er my list’ning heart, like sound From fairy fount, or lute in land of dreams, And full thy loveliness upon me teems, With thy bright presence lighting all around, Until my pulses leap like rills unbound. I see again thine eyes’ effulgent beams— I walk with thee along the laughing streams— Thro’ whispering groves—o’er flower-bespangled ground, And feel thy glowing touch my heart-strings thrill, As I upon thy doating arm recline, Listing thee speak, from out thy spirit’s shrine. Love-freighted words, whose heavenly music still Steals softly o’er my weary, thirsting soul, Exerting o’er it aye a calm and sweet control. * * * * * REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS. _Course of the History of Modern Philosophy. By M. Victor Cousin. Translated by O. W. Wight. New York: D. Appleton & Co. 2 vols. 8vo._