n who knew the
deceased, and is capable of feeling a sincere and friendly sympathy for
the survivors, enter into this circle of sorrow; let him or her dwell
upon the memory of the departed; then that silent and pent-up grief
bursts out, and the clamor of lamentation is loud and vehement. It was
so upon this occasion. When Barney rose to take his departure, a low
murmur of grief assailed his ears; it gradually became more loud; it
increased; it burst into irrepressible violence--they wept aloud; they
flew to her clothes, which hung, as we said, motionless upon the stalk
of burdock against the wall; they kissed them over and over again; and
it was not until Barney, now deeply affected, succeeded in moderating
their sorrow, that these strong and impassioned paroxysms were checked
and subdued into something like reasonable grief. Having consoled and
pacified them as far as it was in his power, he then took his departure
under a feeling of deep regret that no account of the unfortunate girl
had been obtained.

The next day Mrs. Lindsay and Harry prepared to pay the important visit.
As before, the old family carriage was furbished up, and the lady once
more enveloped in her brocades and satins. Harry, too, made it a point
to appear in his best and most becoming habiliments; and, truth to tell,
an exceedingly handsome and well-made young fellow he was. The dress
of the day displayed his manly and well-proportioned limbs to the best
advantage, whilst his silver-hilted sword, in addition to the general
richness of his costume, gave him the manner and appearance of an
accomplished cavalier. Barney's livery was also put a second time into
requisition, and the coachman's cocked hat was freshly crimped for the
occasion.

"Is it true, mother?" inquired Harry, as they went along, "that this old
noodle has built his residence as much after the shape of a cockle-shell
as was possible to be accomplished?"

"Perfectly true, as you will see," she replied.

"But what could put such a ridiculous absurdity into his head?"

"Because he thought of the name before the house was built, and he
got it built simply to suit the name. 'There is no use,' said he, 'in
calling it Cockle Hall unless it resembles a cockle;' and, indeed, when
you see it, you will admit the resemblance."

"Egad," said her son, "I never dreamed that fate was likely to cramp me
in a cockleshell. I dare say there is a touch of sublimity about it. The
associations are in