IOVA AND STAFFA. out on the rugged rocks of Mull, and buffeted

by stormy waves-bas yet borne no inconsiderIt was a dismal, rainy day when we dropped able part in the spread of Christianity in Western our anchor near lona. Wet and weary, I first Europe. Its history is one of great interest. set foot on the sands of this famous island. About the year 372, íberc was born on the Clyde, The Christian pilgrim, wandering over the not far from Glasgow, a child wbose surname plains of ancient Judea, standing for the first was Succat. This was the future St. Patrick. time in the streets of the modern Jerusalem, can His life was eventful. When a mere youth, be hardly realize that he is upon the spot which was stolen from bis home and carried a slave to has been rendered memorable by the life and Ireland; and was engaged in the humble octhe death of the Son of God. Disappointment cupation of a swineberd. Restored afterward may come at first; but as he reflects, amid the to bis family, but having, during his captivity, sacred places which our Saviour frequented while reflecting on the pious teachings of his while on earth, imagination more easily cements mother, become a “freeman whom the truth the present with the past history of our race and makes free"-be resolved to return to Ireland, the world; and then kindles up, as the thought and preach there the gospel of Christ. In his ateals on, that the hoary hills which stand subsequent career in the Emerald Isle, he was sround the sacred city have been witnesses of eminently successful; and, living in a rude and events which not only connect the present with superstitious age, truth and fable have sometimes the past, but which link all the present and all the united in the history of his deeds. Whether be past with the great, unbounded, and never- destroyed the serpents and all venomous reptiles, ending future. The traveller, also, who feels and chased out of Ireland the great arch-enemy sympathy with the advance of Christian learn- of man; hurling after him, as be fled toward ing, truth, and civilization, can hardly fail to Scotland, the two great rocks which lie in the have his sensibilities awakened as he visits cities Clyde (one, on which rests the castle of Dum. and islands which were frequented by the early barton, and the other, the vast rock of Ailsie), followers of the Cross. lona is a sacred spot. it is not necessary to inquire. At all events, As we approached it, there was some feeling of there must have been some commotion in the disappointment. True, in my own experience, air and in the water by their removal ; and were the lines of Wordsworth:

sufficient, one would think, to frighten even his

satanic majesty “How sad a welcome! to each voyager

However this may be, a follower of St. Patrick Some ragged child holds up for sale, a store

reflected and considered that there was a debt Of wave-worn pebbles, pleading on the shore

due to Scotland; not because the great traitor Where once came monk and nun, with gentle stir, Blessings to give, news ask, or suit prefer.”

had been driven over there, but rather for the

reason that it was the birthplace of the great But busy memory called up the celebrated

Christian teacher. “Shall be not repay to the

passage in Dr. Johnson's "Tour to the Hebrides": country of Succat what Succal had imported to

his?" ' " I will go," said he, "and preach the “ We were now treading that illustrious island word of God in Scotland." which was once the luminary of the Caledonian This was Columba, a descendant of an Irish regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians monarch. It was nearly two centuries after the derived the benefits of knowledge and the blessings of time of St. Patrick, that Columba resolved to religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion pay the debt. In the year 565, he and a few would be impossible if it were endeavoured, and followers landed upon the island afterward would be foolish if it were possible. Whatever with known as lona, or the “ Island of Columba's draws us from the power of our senses; whatever cell.” Here he proclaimed that the Holy Scripmakes the past, the distant, or the future predominate tures were the only rule of faith. Here the over the present-advances us in the dignity of think schools of the church were established. Here ing beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be the missionary fire was kindled, and this little such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified spot became literally the "luminary of the by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to Caledonian regions." Here, under various tides bé envied, whose patriotism would not gain force of fortune, and with different success, the gospel upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not was preached for more than a thousand years. grow warmer among the ruins of Iona.”

But her glory has departed. The ruins are

there—the walls and tower of the old cathedral, This little island, only three miles long by one the remains of a nunnery, and a chapel-but in breadth-a mere dot in the ocean, looking the missionary-fire has gone out lang syne. As we moved about, we could but feel the solemnity / great, carernous sides, being composed of countof the place; for we were treading on the dust less complicated ranges of gigantic columns, of monarchs, noblemen, and yeomen, as well as beautifully jointed, and of most symmetrical, on that of the priest and the peasant; for, by its though somewhat varied forms; the roof itself sacred character, it became the burial-place of exhibiting & rich grouping of overhanging many of the families of Scotland.

pillars, some of snowy whiteness, from the cal.

careous covering by which they have become Leaving Iona, we bore away for the Cave of encrusted; the whole rising from, and often Fingal and the Island of Staffa :

seen reflected by the ocean-waters, forms truly a

picture of unrivalled grandeur, and one on “Merrily, merrily goes the bark

which it is delightful to dwell, even in remem On a breeze from the northward free:

brance." So shoots thro' the morning sky the lark, Nature was in a wild mood. The lowering Or the swan through the summer sea.

clouds were discharging even more than a The shores of Mull on the eastward lay,

Scotch mist. The sea-birds were whirling round And Ulva dark, and Colonsay;

in the air. I had been all the morning dancing And all the group of islets gray That guard famed Staffa round:

over waves which sung more than a lullaby: There all unknown its columns rose,

Wearied in body, and with spirits awed and Where dark and undisturbed repose

subdued, I entered under the vast arch-way, and The cormorant had found;

clambered along a projecting ridge of rocks to And the shy seal had quiet home,

Dearly the extreme end of this noble specimen And weltered in that wondrous dome,

of Nature's handiwork. There I sat down, and Where, as to shame the temples decked watched the never-ceasing ebb and flow of the By skill of earthly architect,

ocean, no:v surging in and rolling onward, Nature herself, it seemed, would raise beating against the wall of basaltic rock at the A minster to her Maker's praise !

extremity of the cave; and then, broken Not for a meaner use ascend

and retreating back only to prepare for a reHer columns, or her arches bend;

newed assault. Here Neptune might have Nor of a theme less solemn tells

swayed his sceptre; old Æolus may havegathered That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause,

here his winds, and the monks on Iona bave turned From the high vault an answer draws,

pale as the north-wind and the west wind issuing In serried tones, prolonged and high,

forth swept by in wild fury, lashing the sea into That mock the organ's melody.

foam, and singing the death-song of many a Nor doth its entrance front in vain

mariner whose course lay across the stormy To old Iona's holy fane;

sound of Mull. As I mused here, the questions That Nature's voice might seem to say:

arose, Did Ossian live and sing?, Did old *Well hast thou done, frail child of clay! Fingal reign ? Did the old monarch of the Thy humble powers that stately shrine islands sit here in the cave which bears Task'd high and hard—but witness mine!'" his name, and chant the wild

the Hebrides and the mountains of CaleAbout nine miles to the north of Iona, and eight donia ? If Reason answered no, Fancy conmiles from the western coast of Mull, rises the tradicted, and said all was true. So Fancy took famed isle of Staffa. Of irregular shape, and the reins : and I was sitting on the spot where only three-quarters of a mile in length by half a Fingal sat of yore. Here he sang his songs of mile in width, it forms but a mere speck in the war, of peace, and of love, a century before the vast Atlantic. It is one immense rock; on the arrival of Columba on the island of Iona. Here top a green pasture spreads out, supported by Ossian, the witness of his father's valour, and vast basaltic columns. A few cattle were grazing the heir of his virtues, drank in inspiration, and here, but there is no human babitation upon the gathered some of the most beautiful of his island; and, save when startled by the visitor, images. Here the old Scottish Homer, him. the cormorant might still find

self" both hero and bard, may have embodied

some of the memories which are sweet, yet "Dark and undisturbed repose.”

mournful. Here came the monks. Here they

worshipped at early dawn, bowing the knee as On the southerly side, the rocks rise to the they entered the temple built by an Almighty height of nearly one hundred and fifty feet. hand. Here came architects to take the gauge The pillars extend along in a continuous colon. and measurement, so that they might imitate nade, and looking down from the summit on the the Creator's works in the cathedrals which dashing waves below, the scene is wild and im- they designed to build on the British Islands pressive. There are several caves; but that and the main land of Europe. Who can tell which bears the name of the father of Ossian, how many a missionary monk from lona carried the Cave of Fingal, is the crowning wonder of the story of this famed temple to distant parts this wonderful island. “A vast archway of of the earth? nearly seventy feet in beight, supporting a But the day is waning, and we must away. massive entablature of thirty feet additional, The whistle of the boatswain is heard; we canand receding for about two hundred and thirty not see the fair island of Ilay to-day. feet inward; the entire front, as well as the another time we must look over it, and visit

songs of

Loch Finligan, and search among the ruins of Staffa ; and we are once more out on the sea its little isle of the same name for the stone on and again which the McDonalds stood when they were Merrily, merrily goes the bark; crowned Lord of the Isles.

Before the gale she bounds :

So darts the dolphin from the shark, And so night settles on the lonely island of

Or the deer before the hounds."




“But," said little Ida, much astonished “how dare the flowers have a ball in the palace?"

“No one knows anything about it; the old “My flowers are all withered !” said little housekeeper comes through the rooms with her Ida ; " yesterday evening they were so beautiful, great bunch of keys, once during the evening, and now they hang their leaves ; what can be and as soon as the flowers hear the jingling the reason ?" asked she of a young collegian, they hide themselves under the window-seats : who was seated on the sofa, and who was a 'I feel the scent of flowers,' says she, but she great favourite of hers, because he told her cannot find them.” fairy tales of princes and princesses. Why “That is very funny," said Ida, clapping are the Aowers so faded to-day?” asked she her hands; “how I wish I could see them.". again, showing him a whole bouquet of withered “Oh, you can see them; when you pass the flowers.

palace, peep in at the window; I did so to-day, "Don't you know?" asked he; "the flowers and saw a large yellow lily lying on the sofa ; were at the ball last night, and that is the rea- that was a lady of the Court." son why they hang their heads."

“Ah! but," said Ida, somewhat faithless, “But flowers cannot dance !”

“how can the flowers tell all these wonderful “Certainly they can; when all is dark and stories which you relate? they cannot speak." we quietly at rest they spring up vigorously, “No, they cannot; there you are right, but and have a ball every night.”

they make themselves understood by panto"Can all kinds of Aowers go to the ball ?” mime; have you never noticed how they bend asked Ida.

here and there whenever there is a little wind; “Yes," said he, “daisies, with lilies of the they understand it as well as if they spoke to valley, mignionette with wallflowers."

each other.” “Where do these lovely flowers dance, “Can the Professor of Botany understand then ?"

their pantomime?" asked Ida. “Were you never in the large garden, before “Yes; for one morning he came into the the gates of the King's Summer Palace, where garden, and noticed that a large nettle was there are so many flowers, and where the swans carrying on a secret flirtation with a lovely are, which come swimming to you, when you scarlet carnation : “You are so exquisitely throw them bread cruinbs?".

beautiful,' said the nettle, “I love you with all "I was there yesterday, with mamma," said my heart.' But the Professor could not allow Ida ; "but all the leaves were off the trees, and such proceedings, so he seized the nettle by the not a flower did I see. Where are they gone leaves (which are its fingers), and received such to? in summer there were so many."

a sovere sting, that from that time he never "They are now inside the palace. As soon ventured to interfere in a nettle's courtship." as the King leaves his summer residence, and “Ah! ah!" laughed Ida, “ he was right comes with his Court to town, the flowers are served." brought into the castle, and enjoy themselves “What are you doing to fill that child's head merrily; the two most borutiful roses set them with such nonsense,” said Ida's papa, who had selves upon the throne, and are the King been waiting some time for the student. He and Queen; then the red cockscombs place always found fault with bis stories, and could themselves in rows, bowing low before them : not bear to see the young man cutting figures they are the ladies of the bedchamber. The out of cards, such as a man riding a goose, or fairest flower then steps forward, and the ball an old witch astride a broomstick, carrying her begins; the violet and the narcissus place husband on the end of her nose. On such octhemselves before the crocus and hyacinth, who casions he always broko out with, “What pure are ladies, and ask them to dance, the tulip and imagination! What good do you do by teaching crown-imperial are old ladies, who look on to a child in that way?" But little Ida ventured sce that everything proceeds with order and to think them very funny, and she could listen propriety."

to nothing but what her friend had told her;


for nothing was more reasonable than that the And a beautiful fir-tree it had been, a wax flowers should droop, because they had been doll was on the top, with a broad round hat tired with dancing the night before. She on, like the lady of the bedchamber, and a striped carried them off to her other playthings, which red and blue dress. She raised herself upon were laid in order on a beautiful little table. In her wooden legs, and stamping loudly with her a cradle lay her doll asleep, but Ida said to her : foot, began to dance the mazurka, which the “ You must get up, Sophy, and be content to flowers not being so light-footed could not lie in the drawer to-night, for my poor flowers follow; but the fir-tree insisted upon having are ill, and must sleep in your comfortable bed; her for a partner, and as she was very slender, perbaps they will be well in the morning." they were not well-paired; but no matter, thin

So she took the doll out of bed, at which the or fat, tall or little, he would have her, and young lady pulled a very cross face, to think teazed her so much that the flowers were obliged that she should have to leave her bed for those to interfere, and desired him to leave her in withered old leaves. So the flowers were put quietness. in and covered up with strict injunctions to lie • Open, open,” cried a loud voice from the still, until Ida could make them some tea, and, drawer in which Ida's doll had been put. It drawing the curtains, that the sun might not was Sophy, who with her head half out of the shine into their eyes, she bid them adieu. drawer, looking quite astonished, said ; Is the

The words of the student were never out of ball here, why did you not tell me of it?” her head the whole evening, and as she went to Will you dance with me?" said a pair of bed she walked up to the window, where the saucy nutcrackers. tulips and hyacinths stood behind the curtains, “ How dare you ask me to dance, sir ?" said and whispered to them, “I know very well that Sophy, at the same time turning her back upon you will be at the ball to-night," but they him. She seated herself at the edge of the appeared not to hear, and never moved a leaf. drawer, and thought one of the flowers would

Lying in her bed, she imagined how beautiful invite her, but no one presented himself; she it would be to see the flowers dancing in the coughed, but still no one came; and the nutking's palace; “Will mine be there, I won- crackers in the meantime danced away, by no der?" but before she could answer, she was means inelegantly. asleep, and dreaming of the student and his Though the flowers were so forgetful of her, story, and the old bousekeeper with the keys. Sopby could not deny herself the pleasure of

When she awoke, all was still in the room, dancing, so she let herself fall on to the floor, the night-lamp burnt on the table, and her which created great confusion, and all the father and mother were asleep. A sound like flowers pressed round to ask if she had the notes of a piano fell upon her ear, but very suffered; but she was unhurt, and now the low, and more beautifully played than she had flowers were anxious to make up for their ever heard them before.

neglect, especially Ida's flowers, who seized the "Now I am sure the ball is beginning,” opportunity of thanking her for her beautiful said she ; " I must go and see.

bed, in which they had slept so sweetly; and So stepping out of her little bed as lightly as then taking her by the band, they danced with she could, that she might not awaken her papa, her, the other flowers standing round in a circle. she went to the door of the drawing-room. Sophy was now satisfied, and she begged How astonished she was with what was going that Ida's flowers would occupy the bed again on there!

after the ball, as she thought nothing Though the lamps were gone out, the room of sleeping a night in the drawer; but the was perfectly light, because the moon shone flowers answered, “Thank you a thousand through the windows, and made everything times, but our lives are not long, and to-morrow visible.

we shall be dead. Ask dear little Ida to dig All the hyacinths and tulips stood in two us a grave near her canary bird, and next sumrows down the centre, and in front of the win- mer we shall again spring up and be as beautidow were the empty pots ; at the piano sat a ful as this year." large yellow lily which Ida thought she had “No, you shall not die,” replied Sophy seen before, then she remembered it was the sorrowfully, at the same time kissing them one the student had mentioned. The next thing affectionately, was, that a blue crocus sprang upon the table, Immediately the hall door opened, and a long where were Ida's playthings, and undrew the row of flowers danced into the drawing-room. curtains from the bed; there lay the sick Ida could not understand where they came flowers, which raised themselves and bowed to from, unless it were from the king's garden. their friends; partners came forwards asking First came two beautiful roses with goldon them to dance, and immediately their faded crowns, then followed wallflowers and pinks, appearance vanished, and they were as lively a8 bowing on all sides. They had a band of music the others.

with them, large poppies and peonics blew upon Soon a loud noise was heard of something pea-shells until they were red in the face; and falling from the table, and looking under it, Ida blue and white campanulas played the chimes. saw the remains of her christmas-tree, which After these a crowd of every sort of flower, bad lain on her doll's bed ever since christmas- violets, daisies, lilies of the valley, narcissus, &c.

All dancing so beautifully as to make a splendid spectacle.

At last the bappy flowers bid good-night, and Ida returned to ber bed, where she dreamt of all the wonderful things wbich had passed before

Down by the trellised arbour, where

Upon the morning's dew-gemmed breast, The moss-rose leaned her queenly brow,

Now droops the grain's rich golden crest.

hor eyos.

Those grand old trees! What tender words

The summer winds sighed thro' their boughs Caught from my boyish lips, for I

Had learned to breathe love's sweetest rows.

The roses in the hawthorn hedge

Than Anna's cheeks were not more rare; You might have deemed the raven's wing

Bathed in the midnight of her hair.


When she was dressed in the morning, her first care was to go to her playthings and see if the flowers were there still. She drew the cur. lains to one side, and yes, there they lay, only still more faded than yesterday ; Sophy too was in the drawer, monstrously sleepy as ever.

“Cannot you remember wbat you were to tell me?" said Ida to her, but Sophy put on a stupid face at this question, and answered not a syllable.

You are very naughty,” said Ida, though the flowers did all ask you to dance." She then chose out of her playthings a little pasteboard box painted all over with birds, anıl laid the flowers in it.

That shall be your coffin," said she, “ when my cousins come from Norway they shall dig your grave, that you may bloom next summer as beautifully as this."

These Norwegian cousins were two lively boys called Henry and Charles : their father had bought them two new bows and arrows, which they brought to show to Ida. She told them the story of her dead flowers, and how she wished to bury them in the garden. The boys went first with the bows on their shoulders, and little Ida carried the flowers in the beautiful box.

The grave was dug, Ida kissed the flowers but once, and put the box into the earth, whilst Henry and Charles shot their arrows over them, as they had neither muskets cannon with which to do them honour.

The blackberry its milk-white bloom

Shook down to woo her airy tread; For her the wood-birds seemed to weave

Their web of songs above her head.

Her rosy feet the brooklet plashed,

As it went dancing to the dell, Till o'er the pansy's purple sheen

A shower of silver softly fell.

When gath'ring up the blushing fruit,

Down by the mossy orchard spring, Within the soft autumnal wave

We watched the blue-bird bathe his wing.


Up through the golden future loomed

Our airy castle's turrets high, Rose-crowned, but while we gazed, I saw

The fairest blossom droop and die.


Long years the daisied sod hath veiled

The love-light of her dear, sweet eges; Wild strawberries their bleeding hearts

Trail o'er the spot where Anna lies.


Ah me! the ruthless stranger's axe

Hath felled the grand and stately trees That stood like sentinels around

Our childhood's home; the merry breeze

Now seeks in vain the fragrant boughs

That waved above our cottage-door, Through which the friendly sunshine cast

A burnished network on the floor.

ENTHUSIASM OF WOMEN. Women are naturally more warm-hearted and enthusiastic than men, more easily excited, and give way to their feelings with less restraint. There is nothing so charming as a young, lovely, and unsophisticated girl, in the outset of her career, with cheek all blushes, and heart all throb, ere the world and its habitudes have had power to repress the one and make her ashained of the other-before the pure dew of the morning has been brushed from the budding rose, and life is still in its freshness and purity. The best regulated female mind is tinetured with an enthusiasm wholly unknown to calenlating man : she could sacrifice anything, everything for the object of her affection. Man looks at both sides of the question, or, as he would have said, er. amines the debit and credit side of the account.

The birds flit songless o'er the spot

Where erst their sweetest lays were trilled; For nests are strewed like little graves,

Soft wings are folded, chirpings stilled.

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