"Yes, yes, Charley. God knows that I forgive you. Why, you will come back to yourself in a very little while. Thank God for it, dear! Your own true self. You will be my dear old boy again--the boy that I have always loved; not the drinking, bad boy--the clever, bright boy. Oh, my dear, my dear! you will see mother again very soon, and she will welcome her boy, returned to himself again." "Yes," he said, "that's it. A serious reform this time. Lily, I dare say I shall be up and well again in a day or two. Then we will see what to do next. I am going out to Australia, where everybody has a chance--America is a fraud. I shall get rich there, and then you and mother will come to me, and we shall get married, and--oh! Lily, Lily, after all that we have suffered, we shall have--I see that we shall have"--he paused, and his voice grew faint--"we shall have--the most splendid time!" "He is gone," said the nurse. AN OLD SONG. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. As, t'other day, o'er the green meadow I pass'd, A swain overtook me, and held my hand fast; Then cried, "My dear Lucy, thou cause of my care, How long must thy faithful young Thyrsis despair? To grant my petition, no longer be shy;" But, frowning, I answer'd, "O, fie, shepherd, fie!" He told me his fondness like time should endure; That beauty which kindled his flame 'twould secure; That all my sweet charms were for homage design'd, And youth was the season to love and be kind. Lord, what could I say? I could hardly deny, And faintly I uttered, "O, fie, shepherd, fie!" He swore--with a kiss--that he could not refrain; I told him 'twas rude, but he kissed me again. My conduct, ye fair ones, in question ne'er call, Nor think I did wrong--I did nothing at all! Resolved to resist, yet inclined to comply, I leave it for you to say, "Fie, shepherd, fie!" STRANGER THAN FICTION. LOVE IN A COTTAGE. THE IRISH STORY-TELLER. HUGH BRONTE AS A TENANT-RIGHTER. Stories of the Bronte Family in Ireland. BY DR. WILLIAM WRIGHT. I. LOVE IN A COTTAGE. After a brief honeymoon, spent at Warrenpoint, Alice Bronte returned, on her brother's invitation, to her old home, and Hugh went back to complete his term of service in Loughorne. It soon became desirable that his wife should have a home of her own, and he took a cottage in Emdale, in the parish of Drumballyroney, with which Drumgooland was united at the time. The house stands near crossroads leading to important towns. In a direct line it is about three and three-quarters statute miles from Rathfriland, seven and three-quarters from Newry, twelve from Warrenpoint, and five and a quarter from Banbridge. The exact position of the house, is on the north-west side of the old road, leading, in Hugh Bronte's day, to Newry and Warrenpoint. Almost opposite, on the other side of the road, there was a blacksmith's shop, which still continues to be a blacksmith's shop. The Bronte house remains, though partially in ruins.