The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 48, May 29, 1841Various
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The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 48, May 29, 1841
Various
Ireland -- Periodicals
as much fine country as any man living?” “Oh, I did see the country,”
replied Theobald, “that is, all that was worth seeing. My courier knew
all about that, and used to stop and waken me whenever we came to
anything remarkable. Gad! I have reason to remember it, too, for I caught
an infernal bad cold one night when I turned out by lamp-light to look
at a waterfall. I never looked at another.” There was a pause in the
conversation, and the group moved onwards to another room.--_Arlington, a
Tale, by the Hon. Mr Lister._
* * * * *
Truth will never be palatable to those who are determined not to
relinquish error, but can never give offence to the honest and
well-meaning; for the plain-dealing remonstrances of a friend differ as
widely from the rancour of an enemy as the friendly probe of a physician
from the dagger of an assassin.--_E. W. Montague._
* * * * *
PARENTAL DUTIES.--Bring thy children up in learning and obedience, yet
without outward austerity. Praise them openly, reprehend them secretly.
Give them good countenance and convenient maintenance, otherwise thy
life will seem their bondage, and what portion thou shalt leave them at
thy death they will thank death for it, and not thee. And I am persuaded
that the foolish cockering of some parents, and the overstern carriage
of others, cause more men and women to take ill courses than their own
vicious inclinations. Marry thy daughters in time, lest they marry
themselves; and train not up thy sons in the wars, for he that sets up
his rest to live by that profession can hardly be an honest man or a good
Christian; besides, it is a science no longer in request than use, for
soldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.--_Lord Burleigh’s Maxims._
HALF AN HOUR IN IRELAND.
(_From Charles O’Malley._)
When the Bermuda transport sailed from Portsmouth for Lisbon, I happened
to make one of some four hundred interesting individuals, who, before
they became food for powder, were destined to try their constitutions on
pickled pork. The second day after our sailing, the winds became adverse;
it blew a hurricane from every corner of the compass but the one it
ought; and the good ship, that should have been standing straight for the
Bay of Biscay, was scudding away with a double-reefed topsail towards
the coast of Labrador. For six days we experienced every sea-manœuvre
that usually preludes a shipwreck; and at length, when, what from sea
sickness and fear, we had become utterly indifferent to the result, the
storm abated, the sea went down, and we found ourselves lying comfortably
in the harbour of Cork, we had a strange suspicion on our minds that the
frightful scenes of the past week had been nothing but a dream.
“Come, Mr Medlicot,” said the skipper to me, “we shall be here for
a couple of days to refit; had you not better go ashore and see the
country?”
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