THE PHGENIX.

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A more dignified posture would better become the
South. Northern leaders dare not follow John Brown-
dare not ride rough-shod over East, South or West-and
finding this out, they will die the-death of former enthu-
siasts and le-nder:~:——who died of insolvency. 'l_iien the
Democratic element of the four points (€~“P9C1a-_llY the
Northern point——always saving New Eng1§1I1d,l_\V1li and
the North likely to be the loser——and English diplomacy
will have to retire till the next opportunity.

Who are therefore in the VVi‘0“g—tb° NOT“) 01" the
South ? I answer emphatically, both 1

F. X. K."
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Love Scene in a Convent.
(igiou “iu.lnri'ns T0 CiItCUMsrA.\'CEs.” BY Tl-ill} uox’.

Mus. YELVERTON.)

THE cell of Thierna joined the chapel, and was used
for the purpose of confession. A wire screen had been
let into the partition. and on the chapel side was placed
the prie-dim, or confessional. Forgetting the heat in my
curiosity, I slipped inside to call Thierna. A man on the
terrace I deemed an impossibility; but a man it was, in
a foraging cap and dark blue uniform. straight before the
open window, and staring into the little cell. Had he
fallen from the coppercolored sky, my eyes could have
opened wider ; but other eyes than mine had caught sight
of‘ the form. With a bound like a young antelope,
Thierna sprang from her writing table to within a couple
of yards of the window, then stopped short, for more con-
fused than when she had worn the placard of her crime.
Her heaving breast raised the folds of her white collar,
her checks were diffused with a rose pink. 119!‘ eyes
looked up in a melting azure, as she said, in a tremulous
V0lCe—

“Cyril, don’t you know me, Cyril?”

Her voice reached him like an electric wire ; he
bounded in through the window. and ere I could ejacu-
late‘ my surprise the supple ,figure was folded in the
embrace of the stranger ; his handsome brpwn beard and
whiskers had got mingled and mixed up in _a very odd
way in the white veil, some of the folds drooping over his
shoulder. Where the small head was I could not clearly
distinguish. There was a fluttering in the escaped parts
of the garments, like the milling of a bird’s feathers
struggling to get free; and a smothered masculine of
“Darling, my own darling!” penetrating through the
toque part of the head-dress.

“ We must haul down that topgallant sail,” he said,
coming out from under the folds. ‘ He gave it a pluck,
away flew the veil. toque,,bandeau, and all the parapher-
nalia of the monstrous headgear. '

Thierna stood f'ree, but no longer the Sister Thierna of
yore ; a wood sprite, a Diana Vernon she more resembled.
Her hair was turned back from her forehead, and curled
in short clusters of tiny golden curls round the small pa-
trician like head. With the veil had disappeared all that
was solemn. severe, and old. She stood in her close
fitting habit, so neat, the personification of a bright,
joyous wood nymph, her eyes brim full of surprised de-
light, her mouth smiling, flexible and soft, round her
white teeth.

No wonder he wanted to repeat jumping in at the
window ; but her eyes reproved him.

“Remember, I am a novice,” she said, trying hard to
look demure and staid; “and we are in a convent, a
sacred place. You are no less sacrilegious than your
ancestor Mars, who ran away with a vestal from the
temple.”

“ As I will run away with you,”he exclaimed, seating
himself with great sang froid on the small divan, and
drawing her down beside him. “ You do not suppose I
have clambered to this rook’s neat but to find you made
such a Guy of, that I did not even know you?”

She shook her curly head. but that was the only ne-
gative she could muster. With her veil she seemed to
have lost her usual decision and power ; under his influ-
ence she became at once 9. ‘yielding, gentle child. To
him she seemed to have transferred her head as well as
her heart.

This masculine apparition—for so I was bound to con-
sider him—'-was not strictly or regularly‘ handsome.
There was something more than that ; he wore the
stamp of power,—of manly, undaunted, i'earless bearing.
His head was proudly set on, as though it could never
bow save to catch the whisper of a woman. His fore-
head was massive and. square, the hair of a rich brown,
growing in its own way, guiltless of artificial aid. The
eye deep grey, overshadowed by long lashes, full, calm,
and decisive. On the brow, which was a little heavy,
indomitable will had set her seal, and his face would
have been a. shade too voluptuous, but for the shadow of
a silky moustache; his teeth, which were of'_ exquisite.
form and dazzling whiteness, threw anindefinite charm
when he smiled. A soft, handsome brown beard I have
already described as making acquaintance with the veil
of Thierna. A little above the’ middle height, his
shoulders were wide and square, his chest broad and
handsome. Strength and power" were marked in every
limb, without destroying the perfect symmetry and
beauty which the shell jacket was calculated so set off‘ to
advantage. It buttoned up to the throat with tiny
buttons, on which was written a word: it might be
“ ubique.”

“What in the name of wonder are we sitting on ?”
said he, in a tone of perplexed discomfort.

“ On my bed at night and d-ivan in the day,” she
replied. ,  ,

“ But it is nothing but‘ "sharp bars of iron,” he said,
raising the thin mattress stuffed with chaff. “ Do you

-sleep on this?”

“ Yes,” she said; “ and dream I am St. Lawrence on
the gridiron.”

“You would be far bn.tterxofl' in a hammock, poor 1

child 1” said he, as he drew her gently towards him, and
stroked the only bit of smooth hair from her forehead.
"‘ Ah ! what has become of it all ?” he suddenly exclaimed,
as he drew out to its full length the short litile curl, for
the first time discovering t .e loss of the long tresses.
“ Did they cut it off? the zealots!”

“Oh, no,” she laughed; “I out it of! myself, and the
angel Gabriel has got. a wig made of it, or I would have
made it for you. But I was obliged to .make the sacri-
fice, for one day on board a. sick ship, where there were a
number of Italian cfiicers (Italians are insane on light
hair), a high wind carried off my veil and et oeteras, as you
have now. My hair came loose, and was blown into-
such picturesque disorder, as to excite theadmiration of
the Italians. The event was reported at head quarters
to the holy mother, pronounced indecorous, improper,
unbecoming a sister and a novice, and I was ordered on
duty in the laundry, to perpetual ironing of toques, veils
and collars. You ought to know how wicked I am,” she
pouted affectionately, “ so I will confess lsinged them
rather brown, and ironed them into such eccentric shapes
that the sisterhood could not make use of them. I ap-
peared before the holy mother with my rebellious locks
in hand and a. close shaven head. She commended me
for the sacrifice of such earthly vanities, and prophesied
that, if I had only had the virtue to Wait until [had
been desired so to despoil myself, I should merit to be a
saint some day ; for obedience is greater than sacrifice.”

“A saint l” growled Cyril, making a deprecating face.

“ That soars far beyond the summit of my wishes. I

should prefer you a dear little wicked girl, singeing the
linen, infinitely; and to prevent such a catastrophe of
saintship being conferred upon you, I will tie you, before
twenty four hours are over, in a matrimonial knot, so as
to destroy all prospect of sainthood in the future, and
prevent you taking wings and flying away from me, or
becoming a Will-o’-the-Wisp any more,” he added, crush-
ing her yielding hand in his powerful grasp, his eyes
drinking in deep droughts of love and happiness i'rom
her upturned, loving, childlike face.

“ But Cyril,” she whispered tremblingly—he had ab-
sorbed her power of resistance, “ you do not want to take
me away from here now ?”

“Not want to take you,” he echoed, “you small
offender !.can you look me straight in the face,” and he
took her head between his hands and placed it opposite
his own. “and ask me that ‘? Have you not led me a
wild goose chase half over Europe! And now you select
Asia! Have I not gone about asking for a fair-haired
little girl like the love sick swaiu singing, ‘ Shepherds,
tell me, have you seen my Flora pass this way ‘B’ And
how many Floras did I bring to bay, but never the right
one. Then I went Banshee hunting. for that was the
name of your phantom yacht. Was not I put into lazu-
retto at Naples, wrecked oil‘ the Greek islands, burnt up
on the coast of Tunis? Then you escaped for good, and
left no trace, and I got into disgrace for taking French
leave of absence. Have I not climbed a minaret and
crawled the tiles like a cat to get here? Have you not
been a land sprite and a sea siren, alluring me on the
risk of my neck and liinbs—-to say nothing of my com-
mission? and you ask me if I want you now. Now that
I have caught the phantom I will never leave go; so
come along. How shall we get her down?”

And he rose as if to put his purpose into execution.

“You are afraid of the descent?” he asked, as she held
back.

“ No,” she replied, softly placing her hand upon him
confidingly; “ I shall never fear to go wherever you
guide. But listen, I must speak. And do not look so
stern, or I cannot proceed with my speech.” '

“ Did I, my own ?” his face softening into a tender ex-
pression, “ it was quite involuntary. Pray proceed.”

“ You know,” she went on, ‘-‘ all that cross purpose
playing was not my fauit—-circumstances over which I
had no control——and at that time I should not have
offered one word of’ demur. But now I have a clear path
ofduiy before me, a task to perform, a high and holy
office to fulfil, far nobler than what your honor demands
of’ you. I am the handmaid of the King of Kings. and
do his work; you but the servant of an earthly sove-
reign ; yet I may not ask you to forego your honorable
calling. You must risk your life, though fifty Thiernas
hung upon it, because you have given yourself to the
defence of your country ; I must: continue to expose
mine, because I have vowed myself to the cause of hu-
manity élnd charity.” *

“ You had no right to vow,” burst in Cyril, “ or bestow
yourself; you belong to me—a piece of personal pro-
perty which I lay claim to. There has been a law from
all eternity that what a man finds in the sea becomes his
by right that none shall dispute, and if I deprived the
French fishes of such a dainty morsel,” (here he lifted
her from the floor like a toy). ‘- it was not that she
should now become food for |t'ever, cholera and Turk-
ish worms. No! come away, away. small philanthropist.
If you wish to amend mankind and do deeds of love and
charity, I am, in my own person, an inexhaustible mine
for your labor.”

“ Oh, Cyril! ’ she exclaimed, looking really distressed.
and feeling herself helpless to resist that powerful will,
“ how can you be so wicked? I am really alarmed. Pray
so-”
“ Come away, then; and can you not get that Saint
Gabriel's wig conveniently? that is all I care to carry
ofi‘ beside yourself.”

“ Gabriel was not a saint, but an angel. For mercy’s
sake go. Good gracious ! if holy mother came I”

‘- Holy mother is asleep in this heat ;” and he went on
singing:

“Holy mother awoke, and she heard a noise at the mid-
night hour,
She counted her brood, and missing a bird she sought
in hill and tower,
The ladder she spied, and down she hied, butfishe tum-
bled into the water.

“ Will you have the refrain ?” he laughed.
“ No, you are impious, and I am terrified.”

She looked spellbound or mesmerized. I began to
believe in Odie force——the magnetic force of attraction.
He would most certainly carry his purpose, though I read
in her face that she would have given many days of her
peaceful life for one momentls power of resistance, for
one glance of that quiet decision with which she usually
carried her ends. In vain she struggled ; she was clearly
under some influence which paralyzed her mind. I could
not help coming to the rescue by giving the prieu-dieu a
slight push, thereby making a noise.

“ Oh ! heavens i I am lost, it is the holy mother. Fly!
think if they find you here. Oh, fly 1 think ! think 1-" she
sapk back gasping with terror.

For a moment he stood dauntless. like a stag brought

“to buy. Then, turning a look of deep affection upon her,

said :

“Poor small child, she cannot brave it now!” im-
printed a burning kiss on her unreaisting forehead,
cleared the window at a bound, and was gone.

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Angling on the Shannon-

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“ To frame the little animal, provide

All the gay hues that wait on female pride :
Let nature guide thee : sometimes golden wire
The shining bellies of the fly require ;

The peacocks plumes the tackle must not fail,
Nor the dear purchase of the sable’s tail ;
Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings,
And lends the growing insect proper wings ;
Silks of all colors must their aid impart,

And every fur promote the t'i~her’s art ;

So the gay lady, with expensive care,

Borrows the pride of land, of sea, of air ;
Furs, pearls, and plumes the glittering thing displays
Dazzles our eyes, and easy hearts bptrays.”

9

Angling has ever been regarded a most manly, healthy,
and attractive sport or recreation. It was practised by
the patriarchs and apostles—-by the learned, the benevo-
lent. and the heavenly minded of later periods; and.
indeed, it has been followed with the greatest avidity by
persons in every rank andjcondition in life, if not from
the “ beginning.” surely from a time so remote, that
human records and the traditions of men, “ run not to
the contrary.” And although angling be asport of great
antiquity—an art apparently very simple—-yet there are
very few requiring more practical knowledge, or greater
nicety and precision in iufexercise. An expert and suc-

cessful angler must possessga species of acquired know-.

ledge, which is as difficult toimparti to others. in writing.
as is the act.,of fencing. Truly it’s a joyous scene often

of an evening to see a batch of our merry baud, “ bent on

finuy spoil,” issuing forth from our quartcrs—one strap-

‘ ping on his creel, another shoulderiug tho’ lusty salmon

rod, gaff, and landing net ; a third looking to the stowing

of the “ locker” of our fishing-boat, or replenishing the
cigar case and tobacco pouch ; while others, again. just
returned after a. day’s lake fishing, their heavily laden
baskets, disordered tackle, and empty flask betokening
how thoroughly they must have entered on the spirit of"

the sport ; and now they tarry not, till they reach the .

refectory, where our kind landlady will be sure to regale
them with the best cheer of the inn. We have had some
rare sport of late, and there is every prospect of having
plenty of work to do for many weeks yet, for the peat
fishing has only just commenced, and if the water keeps
in as good order as it is at present, there can be no doubt
but we will have excellent trout and pale fishing. Last
week we were sighing for rain and gentle zephyrs, but this
present week we have both one and the other, and there
is no lack of sport in consequence. We got up an angling
match last week which went off very well and proved
most interesting to all concerned, the poor unoffending
gillaros excepted. But perhaps the prettiest incident of
the past week was the aquatic excursion which our entire
party had up the lakes. A more delightful day's recre-
ation——whether considering the surpassing scenery of the
lake,

“That sacred lake, withdrawn among the hills,
Iis depth of waters flanked as with a wall,
Built by the giant race before the flood”-

tlie mildness of the atmosphere, ‘or the general hilarity
of all present—we seldom before experienced: and there
were those amongst us, who, as gay bachelors had

“ Spent winters in Paris, and winters in Rome,
With summers at Baden, and summers at home.”

On our return journey we put into Innis Caltra, or the
island home of Si. Camin. This island which is situated
to westward on the lake, and distant from Killaloe about
ten miles, contains the ruins of several monastic edifices,
as also a round tower of great height, and a very curious
stone cross. The view presented to us from the island
was grand in the extreme. It was at the golden sunset
hour, the waters of the lake hushed, yet glowing like a
boauteous bride beneath the glorious light (nowhere are
the sunsets finer than here); and around were the re-
mains of buildings ancient nnd venerable, stones sealed
with the impress of antiquity, as if here she had fixed her
abode, and concentrated all her powers of destruction to
make it a dwelling worthy of her venerable name.

There was no sign of life on the margin of the lake.
All was profound silence, broken only_by the shiill call
of the king-fisher, or the dip of the paddles of some home-
ward bound fishing boat. And then these mountain peaks
—-the towering Slieve Beragh—which for miles extend
along the lake, what inconceivable splendor do they not
lend to the scene I If, however, the natural beauties of
these regions excites so much admiration, the interest is
doubled‘ by the associations which are connected with
them. In fact every island, every creek almost on the
lake (which, at this point, is fourteen miles wide) has a
history of’ its own ; and hours mightbe spent in listening
to the legends which the fishermen relate concerning
them. One of these legends, which refers to a district a
few miles higher up on the lake, and which one of the
boatmen related to us in a style and with a diction and
emphasis impossible to be done justice to on paper, is
not devoid ofinterest. The substance of the legend was
to the following effect:

The tale is, of course, fof love—the love of O’Carroll,
the Irish Lord of Lough Derg, and of the fair Teresa, the
daughter of De Burgho, his Norman conqueror and suc-
cessor. A captive in his own castle, O‘Garroll gained the
the heart of Teresa, and with her aid escaped from his
prison, to return in the hope of carrying of!‘ his beloved.
The Norman lord was, however, too vigilant, and having
watched the coming of the young chieftain, be caused his
skiff to be perforated with notes, while he was keeping
his tryste with the lady in ran adjoining grove. De
Burgho, it is added looked out from a place of conceal-
ment while the lovers entered the boat, and having
pushed off a little from the land, sunk with her, to rise no
more except to the “ mind’s eye” of the native fisherman,
which often at midnight, sees O’Carroll and Teresa in
ghostly shadow stealing over the waters.

Late in the_afternoon we re-embarked, and the prows
of our boats being directed to wards home, each one of us
plied his car. Lake after lake, mountain after mountain
was quickly passed: and we continued to gaze on the
ever varying scene until

“ Evening let her curtain down,
And pinned it with a star."

In all our travels we have seen few spots more worthy
of a visit than the neighborhood of Killaloe. Few
places can equal it in the beauty of its scenery; still
fewer can afford such a combination of all that is grand
in nature with associations such as those to which I have
alluded in sketching “ a day in Lough Derg.”

PISCATOR.

Lough Derg, Killaloe, June, 1861.

—— Western Star.

 

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Anglo-American Regiment.

Tun belligerent “British subjects ” who honor New
York by making it the scene of their money specula-
tions, have made even a more melancholy failure in their
attempt to raise a. “ British Legion,” than we prophesied
for them. The only parallel we can find for the result
of their efforts is Falstafl."s “ ragged regimentz” but even
that historical c_orps liad not the advpntage of the Anglo-
American “Legion ;’ for the fat knight managed to get
his “rascals” where they were “ well peppered,” While
the modern Britishers are to be found in that dubious
p<;1sitio’n, commonly and emphatically indicated as “ no-
w ere.

Lest we should be supposed to wrong our gallant

"‘ Anglo Saxons” in the premises, we give the denoument

of the affair as we find it represented in the Montreal
Commercial Advertiser, by one of the principal actors:

“ Colonel Austin, of the much talked of British regi-
ment of New York, has returned to Canada, a poorer and
no doubt a wiser man. It appears from his statement
that there never was any British regiment; the whole
thing was a monstrous lie and fraud, not eighty men
having off.-red for it. Nor was there any pay forthcom-
ing; and the Colonel after proceeding to Washington,
and vainly supplicating the authorities there for his ex-
penses, concluded to secede from a service which promi
red neither profit nor honor. Some of his companions
who were without means of their own, are unable to re
turn, being kept in pawn by inexorable hotel keepers.
So ends the farce of the British Regiment.”——Irishman.

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HATS! HATSH

CHARLES MURCH THE HATTERH

 

IN all ages of the world no portion of the human
structure has attracted the notice of the philosophic
critic so much as that portion of it which is considered
or believed to be the seat of intellect. And, in propor-
tion as intellectual strength has been appreciated, so, it
would appear, pave improvements been made in that
particular haoi iment which imparts protection to that
portion of the human system where knowledge is en-
throned. Long before phrenologists mapped out and
traced the lines on the crowning portion of the “ human
i'orm divine,” or long before incredulous sceptics sneered
in utter disregard of the lectures of a Fowler on the
cranium, that article of dress known to us as a HAT
was a matter for much study, and ofmnch social and
political importance.

In the industrial exhibition of all nations, in London,
in 185l,, and in New York in 1853, prominent positions
were allotted, by the superintendents of space, to the
manufacturers of’ this indispensable article of dress, for

-the exhibition at the various models and samples of their

industry and ingenuity. There is no article of utility, or
even of adornment, that can, with more difiiculty or
acknowledged impropriety, be dispensed with than with
a fashionable Hat, nor is there any one article of dress,
the unworkmanlike or unscientific construction of which
is more unbearable to the wearer than that of ill-pro-
poriioued head gear. '

A clumsily-built boot or a poorly-shaped coat can be
borne, with comparative case, but a mis-shapen hat is the
scoff of the community, of even personal friends, while
it sorely pinches the scalp of the wearer, and “ caps” the
climax of’ all bodily wretchedness.

The political importance of the Hat is not less
remarkable than the part which it has played. and is
destined to play. in the “ dress circles” of polished
society. The part which it was made to perform in the
reign of Charles the First is not forgotten by the chro-
nicler of those times. Even in the peculiar cock of the
Calabrian Hat was an object of the deepest solicitude,
and of the greatest proscription, to Italian despots
within our own recollection. Louis Napoleon, though
be deprived his canonized countrymen of almost all other
privileges. yet did not dare to deprive them of the popu-
lar though, perhaps, harmless manner of vlndicating
their revolutionary cbnvictions. by suppressing the pecu-
liar construction of Monsieur’s chapeau. The relative de-
grees of social position are better demonstrated by the
peculiar shape of this indispensable article, whether on
the Boulevard plaza or tented field, than by any other
article of the toilet. and indicates, at a glance, what the
rank or status of the wearer is, nor is there a surer or a
quicker way of conveying to rank or age, or beauty, an
assurance by the wearer that he possesses adue apprecia-
tion of that respect which the courtesies of polished life
extend and accord to each, than by his graceful handling
and uplifting of a well-formed and artistically-finished
HAT.

The finding of a manufacturer for fabricating an arti-
cle so apparently simple, still, so really important as a
good Hat is, however, not so easily accomplished.

Therefore, we claim that we are rendering a public
service when we call the attention of our readers, and of
the public in general, to the manufacturer whose name
is placed at the head of‘ this notice. Mr MURCH requires
neither praise or approval at our hands, nor could he
obtain either if undeserving; but we feel it is due to the
community to state that no such value as he gives can
be found at similar prices anywhere within the range of
our acquaintance. The fact of the vast numbers who
heretofore were the customers of “CHAar.nr" Muacu,
having dofied the fashionable hat of that gentleman for
the regulation cap of the soldier, has, of course, dimin-
ished materially the number who heretofore crowded the
sale rooms of this popular manufacturer. However, it is
to be hoped that the friends and admirers of those de-
voted patriots and gallant fellows who" were, but a few
weeks ago, the steadfast patrons of Mr Moacu will not
be forgetful of the man who gave so much satisfaction
to their friends, but that they will also extend to him
the same patronage during—it is to be hoped—the tem-
porary absence of’ our brave soldiers.

There is no material of which hats are made, whether
of the furs of the beaver or nutria, besides a selection
of the best silk, which he does not hold in abundance.

His silk hats are made from silk «plush, with the
modern improvement of substituting beaver, silk and
muslin foundations, for the cane and willow framework
which imparted such hardness to the hat, and such a
headache to the wearer. In fact, whatever gives elas-
ticity, color and durability to the hat, and gives ease
and comfort to the wearer, makes his constant care and
study.

In a word, the generous, good hearted, open-handed
and kind disposition of “ Currency” MURCH, superadded
to his skill as a manufacturer and his desire to please
his customers and patrons, must always secure to his
establishment, at the corner of Twentieth street and
'tl‘t;i(;d Avenue, New York, a brisk and satisfactory,

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