THE LOGUE FAMILY.--The crier of a country court was upon a certain occasion required to go to the court-house door, and, as is usual in the absence of a witness, call out for Philip Logue, one of the sons of Erin, who was summoned in a case then pending. The man of the baton accordingly, stepping to the door, sung out at the top of his voice, “Philip Logue!” A wag of a lawyer happening to be passing the door at the time, whispered in his ear, “Epilogue, also.” “Epi Logue!” sung out the crier. “Decalogue,” said the lawyer in an under tone. “Dekky Logue!” again sung out the crier at the top of his voice. “Apologue,” whispered the lawyer. “Appy Logue!” reiterated the crier, at the same time expostulating with the lawyer--“You certainly want the whole family of the Logues!” “Prologue,” said the persevering lawyer. “Pro Logue!” rung through the halls of the court-house, from the stentorian lungs of the public crier, attracting the attention of everybody, and shocking the dignitaries on the bench themselves, who, not understanding the cause of his vociferousness, despatched the sheriff, with all haste, to stop the constable from further summoning the family of the Logues. HYMN. THE WORDS AND MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM. [Illustration: Music] When morning pours its golden rays, O’er hill and vale, o’er earth and sea, My heart unbidden swells in praise, Father of light and life, to Thee! When night, from heaven, steals darkly down, And throws its robe o’er lawn and lea, My saddened spirit seeks thy throne, And bows in worship still to Thee! If tempests sweep the angry sky, Or sunbeams smile on flower and tree, If joy or sorrow brim the eye-- Father in Heaven, I turn to Thee! [Illustration: ROBERT MERRY’S MUSEUM.] My own Life and Adventures. (_Continued from page 133._) CHAPTER VIII. _Youth a happy period.--My young days.--A summer morning.--A day’s adventures._