h a rate, was highly amusing. The credulous character of his
auditory, however, was no slight temptation to him; for he knew that
next to the legends of their saints, or the Gospel itself, his fictions
ranked in authenticity; and he was determined that it should not be his
fault if their opinion of his learning and talents were not raised to
the highest point. The feeling experienced by the poor scholar, when
he awoke the next morning, was one both of satisfaction and sorrow. He
thought once more of his home and kindred, and reflected that it might
be possible he had I seen the last of his beloved relations. His grief,
however, was checked when he remembered the warm and paternal affection
with which he was received on the preceding night by his hospitable
countryman. He offered up his prayers to God; humbly besought his grace
and protection; nor did he forget to implore a blessing upon those who I
had thus soothed his early sorrows, and afforded him, though a stranger
and friendless, I shelter, comfort, and sympathy.

"I hope," thought he, "that I will meet many such, till I overcome my
difficulties, an' find myself able to assist my poor father an' mother!"

And he did meet many such among the humble, and despised, and neglected
of his countrymen; for--and we say it with pride--the character of this
excellent farmer is thoroughly that of our peasantry within the range of
domestic life.

When he had eaten a comfortable breakfast, and seen his satchel stuffed
with provision for his journey, the farmer brought him up to his own
room, in which were also his wife and children.

"God," said he, "has been good to me; blessed be his holy name!--betther
it appears in one sinse, than he has been to you, dear, though maybe I
don't desarve it as well. But no matther, acushla; I have it, an' you
want it; so here's a thrifle to help your forrid in your larnin'; an'
all I ax from you is to offer up a bit of a prayer for me, of an odd
time, an' if ever you live to be a priest, to say, if it wouldn't be
throublesome, one Mass for me an' those that you see about me. It's not
much, James agra--only two guineas. They may stand your friend, whin
friends will be scarce wid you; though, I hope, that won't be the case
aither."

The tears were already streaming down. Jemmy's cheeks. "Oh," said the
artless boy, "God forever reward you! but sure I have a great dale of
money in the--in the--cuff o' my coat. Indeed I have, an' I won't want
i