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rich silk of VARYING dyes, showing some new
color in eyery tint of light and shade, and under
every hue of Heaven. Music, cloquence, and
The sweet tide OF song flow from his soul in quick
succession, in some new beauty, some new moio'
DIV in each caprice of fancy and under every
change of circumstances. That son of Irelano
has said


=. ssThe baby was sleeping,


It's mother was weeping
Can we not, from the magic mirror OF the nm :
aeinaton, conjure up the fair young infant nusn-
cd in sweet repose-the haggard, ANXIOUS tenaer
paze of the poor mother DER the smiling OF her
Child, with sqnalid misery before her ana gaun'
hunger stalking around 10 tear it from ner love-
,Tis said that in tropical clitnes lovely nower
sometimes springs from the ruined and witnereo
trunk of a tree blasted by the lightning from
Heaven: tenderer ard dearer is that hover 10
those " ho look upon it, and observe in Its opening
petals the signs Of premature decay whicn II
cauqht from the source of its existence ana may
we not apply in that beauleous fancy OF the Poet'
the Angels whisper to the sleeping babe, ana as :
sumo that it is telling it of this bonnteous iano' OF
the love and charity o! its people, the rich pro-
ductons of its teeming valleys, waited on the IN
tcrnal waters of the country to the mighty mar's
of fcommerce-that it whispers, too, OF noeicsaho
generous souls collected here tonight to chase lhat
haoeard hunger from the weeping motnefs oi
moor old Ireland" Then will be realized III
fact as we'll as fancy, that each OF them may


ssWhile closely caressing,


Her child with blessing, :,
Say knew that the Angels were whispering 10 lnee'