— shirt  collar  thrown  back,  a-la-Byron,  loosely
confined  at  the  base  by  a  green  silk  neckerchief
— a  "bran  new  beaver,"  placed  on  one  side  the
head  in  a  knowing  position,  and  a  stick,  not  digni-
fied enough  to  be  designated  as  "  shilalah,"  nor
slight  enough  to  be  called  "switch."  There  are
many  likenesses  which,  though  correct  as  to  shape
and  feature,  fail  in  expression ;  and  so  it  is  in  the
present  instance.  I  cannot  paint  the  affectionate
feelings  pourtrayed  in  the  young  man's  face,  when
his  eyes  rested  on  the  careless,  thoughtless  girl
who  tripped  at  his  side,  as  giddy  as  the  gay  butter-
fly that  wavered  from  the  perfumed  meadow-sweet
to  the  beautiful  but  scentless  convolvulus,  whose
long  twirling  stems  were  supported  at  either  side
their  path  by  black  thorn  or  greeny  furze.  One  of
the  most  beautiful  features  in  an  Irish  landscape
is  the  quantity  of  small  singing-birds  which  ani-
mate every  brake  and  bush ;  as  they  paced
along,  the  young  folk  disturbed  either  the  soaring
lark,  the  merry  stone-chatter,  the  gay  goldfinch,
the  tiny  wren,  the  linnet,  bunting,  or  yellow-ham-
mer ;  when  they  approached  the  thicker  coverts,  a
jetty  blackbird,  or  timid  partridge,  would  rustle
for  a  moment  amid  the  leaves,  and  then  dart  across
their  path,  swift  as  an  arrow.
l'ETER   THE    PBOPHET.
"The  poor,  harmless  birdeens!"    said  Con
"Alice,  do  you  know,   I  aevei   could   hurt   one
of  thim  small  things."

"  Well,  nor  I.  Corry,"  replied  the  little  la—.
