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A peal of bells just at this moment rose
Upon the silence, and the slow-winged breeze
Bore up to where I stood a mingled sound
Of many voices; and my quickened sense
Of hearing caught the dulcet music made
By clear-voiced children, maidens, and young men,
As it passed softly by me up to heaven-
The village vesper-prayer in words like these:—

Shades of night now softly falling

Round the fading landscape close,
And the chimes of bells are calling
Souls and bodies to repose.

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My gentle brother! when the shadows fall
Lengthening across the valley, and calm night
Spreads broodingly her dark wings o'er the earth,
All that hath life doth woo thec-gleesome birds
And brutes through field and forest. The gay child,
Wearied with sport, flings him upon thy breast,
And mingles with his lisping prayers thy name.
Asking that "sweet sleep may his eyelids close."
Youth and old age, sickness and health alike
Hymn forth thy praise as the best boon of God,
And call thee blessed, benefactor, friend.
But me! men tremble at my dreaded name,
And nature shudders in her inmost soul

As I approach, and calls me enemy.

Slowly his dark eyes then he turned to heaven
Appealingly from man to God's award,
And thus his pensive voice fell on my ear:

ANGEL OF DEATH.

Thou God Most High! whose ministers we are,
By thy unclouded eye alone is seen
All things in their true nature. That which man
Deems in his blindness EVIL, Thou dost cause
To work exceeding GOOD. The dread decree
On man pronounced, "Thou shalt surely die,"
Thou, by thy holy passion on the Cross,
Hast blotted out for ever, on that tree
Nailing it fast, proclaiming to the world,
"In Christ shall all be made alive again."

Then spake the other angel: Brother mine,
When man arises from his rest by night
At morning's light, refreshed from bygone toil,
He blesses me and the Great God who sent me.
Will not the just man, when thine hour is nigh,
Bless thee and Him that sent thee; deeming thee
Not DEATH but SLEEP; and waking from the grave,
Rise up renewed to everlasting life?

Thus spake he, and the other smiled. Then both
Passed down the steep to where the hamlet lay.

As one who into a deep trance is thrown
By the mesmeric passes or the flame

Of the "Od-force" transfused into his frame,
Sends forth his soul excursive to explore
Regions far distant without aid of sense,
So did my spirit follow after these
And watch their ministration among men.

Upon a pallet in a low, close room,

A young man lay, in mortal sickness stretched,
And his young wife, clasping his clay-cold hand,
Had flung herself beside the couch and wept.
A reverend man sate near the shaded light
And read from forth a volume in his hand
"The visitation for the sick.' That part
He read, how God doth chasten whom he loves-
How Christ did enter not into his joy

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Till first he suffered-How the door to Life
Is Death. Then questions put he to the sick
Touching his faith, to which the man replied
Faintly but steadfastly. Whereon the priest
Spake further to him, and then kneeling down,
Thus prayed beside him-

"Father all merciful! who from Thy throne
In heaven look'st down upon Thy children here
In tenderest love;-blest be Thy holy name.
Speed to our longing hearts the glorious day
When all the kingdoms of the world shall be
The kingdoms of the Lord and of his Christ,
When every creature joyfully shall yield
Such prompt obedience to Thy gracious will
As now in heaven the holy angels do.
Thou that dost give, in their due season, meat
Unto the lions, to the lilies bloom,
Give us to-day-'tis all our trustful hearts
Ask of Thy careful love-raiment and food
Our bodies to sustain, and for our souls

The bread of heaven. And, as we freely grant
To others pardon for their wrongs to us,
Do thou forgive us all our sins 'gainst Thee.
Faithful and just Thou art, Oh! let us not,
Thy weak yet willing children, tempted be
Beyond our strength to bear, but with the snare
Make Thou the way to 'scape it. For to Thee
All power of right belongs—all majesty ;
And still from age to age, world without end,
Thy sceptre sways to nature's farthest bounds.
AMEN."

Then was the spirit of the young man glad
With an exceeding joy, and when the psalm
Was ended, and the minister of God

The sick man's soul commended to the Lord,
Then spake he thus his high, immortal hopes :-

"Though Death's dissolving hand shall touch this frame,
And chill corruption hold her sway within-
Though the foul worm shall burrow through my skin
Into this mouldering clod without a name,

Yet in my flesh shall I the Lord behold,

And view him with mine eyes. For I do know
That my Redeemer lives. When Earth shall grow
Wasted and weak with age, and heaven wax old,
As doth a garment; then, in that last hour,

When mortals' hearts are failing them for dread,
Upon the quaking world His steps shall tread,

And Heaven, and Earth, and Hell shall own His power."

With these last words triumphantly exhaled
The young man's spirit, and the angel stood
Above him and received his ransomed soul.
When all was over, slowly then arose

His wife Ah! wife no more-his widow lone-
And dried her tears ;-then gazed upon the face

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"Your author, whoever he be," said the parson, when Herbert concluded his poem, "is, I perceive, like most of his countrymen, a believer in mesmerism and clairvoyance, and, moreover, a disciple of the Von Reichenbach School."

"I am not of course," replied Herbert, "answerable for his opinions, nor called upon to defend him. Yet, I may be permitted to say, that while caution in the reception of novelties in science is justly commendable, an obstinate determination to believe nothing that does not square with our own preconceived notions of what is, or is not, within the limits of nature, is to be especially deprecated. I have no doubt, that more injury has been done to the cause of human knowledge by over-scepticism than by over-credulity."

"Well, that is all very true, but is no argument in favour of mesmerism ; would you have us believe contrary to all our experiences, that cataleptic people can read in the dark, with the tips of their fingers, or the backs of their heads. Nay, further, that in the highest state of the sleep-trance, the soul not only wanders through her own body, and reveals all its hidden anatomy and secret diseases, but actually travels out of the body to the most distant regions, and seek out those with whom it is en rapport."

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My dear sir, I will not insist on your believing any such thing till you have the strongest evidence of the truth of what you are called on to believe. If such can be adduced it will be as much your duty to yield your assent then as it is now

to withhold it. All I would wish to assert is, that no one is justified in alleging that such things cannot be, because they contradict our experiences. That would be to insist that our experience was co-extensive with all physical and psychological phenomena; that the last fold of the veil is removed from nature, and that she now stands fully disclosed to our vision. I will tell you a true story. It is little more than two centuries ago since a Florentine philosopher announced to mankind the astounding absurdity that the world, instead of being quietly at rest, with the sun revolving around her, absolutely went gadding through the regions of space, and revolved around the sun. This contradicted all experience. Why, sages saw the sun, from day to day and month to month, changing its place amongst the heavenly bodies, and every man, except he was drunk, felt that the earth was as steady as a rock. Ridiculous! Nay, worse-impious! heretical! And so the holy Inquisition threw Galileo into prison, and made him repeat the penitential psalms weekly, and the Pope decided that the world did not go round Still the world would have its own way, and kept never minding the Pope, and declined to be imprisoned as poor Galileo was. And so at last men found out that the world did really go round, and that the sun stood still in the heavens, and that all this was not contradictory to experience, but only appeared to be so. Galileo, however, was dead by this time. Done to death by those wise sceptics! So there was no help for the matter. And it is now as familiar a proverb in a child's mouth that the world goes round' as that the sun shines.' I leave the application to yourself."

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The Parson mused a moment, and then said, "In truth I believe we are not in a condition to discuss this question at present.

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.""

"Come," said my uncle, "the girls are looking quite frightened, and I begin to think the lights are burning a little blueish. Besides, 'tis getting late." The Parson took the hint, and, rising from his seat, brought over the large family Bible.

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Whatever be the state of our knowledge or our ignorance, one thing, at least, we know, that here (and he opened the volume) God has given us the knowledge that is sufficient for our welfare in this life, and our happiness in the future. It may be a pleasant, and even a profitable speculation to ascertain how far our senses can reach, or our spirits expatiate, while in this mortal coil; but all that is needful for us to know what are their duties here and their functions hereaf

ter-God has graciously vouchsafed himself to tell us. While we may lawfully suspend our judgments on what may not agree with the standard of our own erring reason, one sure guide we have, steadily to reject whatever is inconsistent with the plain word of unerring Wisdom."

Then the Parson read the service for the evening, and we separated.

Thine, dear Anthony, in all times and seasons,

JONATHAN FREKE SLINGSBY.

CHEAP JUSTICE NOT LOW-PRICED LITIGATION.

To decide and enforce private rights between individuals of the community is one of the first duties of Government, as providing the means of doing so is one of the first objects of forming civil societies; and the machinery of the State is perfect, nearly in proportion to the facility and certainty with which this is attained. "Cheap justice" is, therefore, a legitimate demand of every genuine reformer. But injustice, or the law imperfectly administered, is dear at any price; and he who would sacrifice the justice for the sake of the cheapness is among the most dangerous of political speculators. The cheapest of all tribunals is an ordeal. The law might compel all men whose rights are questioned to abide by the tossing up of a penny, or the casting of lots; but this would be to abolish the administration of justice, not lower the cost of it; which latter is a very different thing from lessening the expense at which a man may be enabled to coerce his neighbour.

The administration of the civil branch of the law in Ireland is now mainly conducted through two classes of tribunals, the superior courts and the civil bill courts. The former administer the law with care and certainty; but their proceedings are somewhat cumbrous and expensive. In the latter, the administration of the law is, comparatively speaking, much more imperfect; but their proceedings are inexpensive. There are, then, two modes of cheapening law: one, to lessen the expense of the good tribunals; the other, to increase the powers of the bad. Strange to say, our rulers are desirous of adopting the latter. The Attorney-General for Ireland has introduced a bill for extending the jurisIdiction of the civil bill courts from £20, to which they are now limited, to £50, in personal actions, and for enlarging, in a less degree, some other branches of their authority.

Without reference to any of the vices peculiar to the civil bill system, the plan of extending the authority of petty local courts, as contrasted with facili tating recourse to central tribunals, is on principle objectionable. There are

evils inherent in the nature of minor jurisdictions which no change in the form of their procedure can get rid of. The means of enforcing their authority are necessarily imperfect. Parties and witnesses without their local jurisdiction cannot be effectually reached. Either the process of the court is limited to its district; or it uses some secondary and less effective means of following parties out of the district; or it clashes with its neighbours. This evil is not much felt in the present state of the civil bill code, because the great mass of the cases tried before the assistant-barristers are among the humbler agricultural classes, whose dealings are generally confined to their neighbours; but it is one which, with a jurisdiction extending to larger amounts, would frequently lead to great injustice. If a plaintiff has a difficulty in bringing his witnesses, or fears that his adversary will remove himself or his property out of the county, he needs not resort to the civil bill court. But the defendant has no such option; he may be sued there, though it deprives him of the means of compelling a witness to prove his defence, or enables the plaintiff, if defeated, to evade payment of costs or a cross demand. Nay, these may suggest the very reasons why a dishonest plaintiff would select the inferior jurisdiction.

Another evil, inseparable from the use of local courts, is the want of consistency in the administration of jus tice. Uniformity of decision is hardly to be obtained from the most learned and competent interpreters of the law in the most central tribunals; but the differences introduced by the various degrees of knowledge, prejudice, intelligence, or care of inferior judges, are infinite. There may be literally as many codes as there are counties. The most cursory acquaintance with the working of the civil bill courts will supply numerous instances of the most contradictory decisions made on the same points of law. But beside the inconsistencies arising from deliberately formed opinions, there are the differences arising from the character or disposition of the judges. In

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