command that ye should multiply. At the deluge, when all other creatures who were not in the Ark perished, ye were preserved without hurt. To you it was appointed to swallow up the prophet Jonah at the command of the Lord, and after the third day to replace him on shore. You brought the tax money to our Lord and Saviour when he, as a poor man, had not else where with to have paid it. You, before the Resurrection, and after it, were the food of the eternal King. For all which things ye are greatly bound to praise and bless the Lord, from whom ye have received so many singular blessings above all other creatures." At these words, some fishes uttered a sound, others opened their mouths, and all inclined their heads, praising toge ther the Most High in such a manner as they could. Antonio, rejoicing in the Holy Spirit at this reverence of the fishes, and crying with a most loud voice, said, “Blessed be the eternal God, because the fishes of the water honour God more than heretical men, and irrational creatures hear better than men who are unfaithful in their belief." By how much the more Antonio preached, so much the more did the multitude of fishes increase, none retiring from the place which they had taken. To which prodigy the people of the city hastened, the aforesaid heretics coming also, and seeing so unwonted and ruly admirable a miracle, they were touched at heart, and all sat down at the feet of St. Antonio that he might preach to them. Then St. Antonio, opening his mouth, preached so marvellously upon the Catholic faith that he converted all the heretics who were there, and sent the faithful home strengthened in their faith, joyfully and with his benediction. The fishes also having obtained leave from St. Antonio, went their way to various parts of the sea as if rejoicing."

So far are the Bollandists, when they transcribe this story, from expressing even a doubt of its truth, that Papebroche says in his annotations he had himself seen the chapel which had been built upon the spot, ad rei memoriam; and that the fishermen in those parts suspend their employment on the anniversary of the miracle. Here then, in the Papal states, and under the sanction of the Papal government, is a place of worship erected, and an annual holyday observed in commemoration of a story which that government must have known to be grossly and ridiculously false. The church of Rome has been notoriously guilty of such

practices; and till that church shall have purged its kalendar and its breviaries, it will not avail its partizans to affect indignation when the reproach of such imposture is brought against it. We could, if it were necessary, adduce in like manner chapter and verse for the tale of St. Dominic and the Devil, and show that this also has been published with all the formalities required where the press is under Catholic superintendance. But enough of this.*-Quarterly Review.

HELVELLYN;

OR, CANINE AFFECTION.

One of the most touching pieces of Sir Walter Scott is his Helvellyn. A young gentleman of promising talents perished by losing his way in the spring of 1805, on the mountain Helvellyn. His remains were found three months afterwards, guarded still by a faithful terrier bitch that had long been the companion of his solitary rambles. The poet thus pathetically depicts the

Scene:

"Dark green was the spot 'mid the brown mountain bether,

Where the pilgrim of Nature lay stretch'd in decay,

Like the corpse of an outcast, abandon'd to weather,

Till the mountain-winds wasted the Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely tenantless clay! For, faithful in death, his mute favourite extended, The much-lov'd remains of her master attended, def nded,

And chas'd the hill-fox and the raven

away.

"How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber?

When the wind way'd his garment,

how oft didst thou start?

How many long days and long weeks didst thou number,

Ere he faded before thee, the friend

of thy heart?

And oh! was it meet, that, no requiem read o'er him,

No mother to weep and no friend to deplore him,

And thou, little guardian, alone stretch'd before him,

Unhonour'd the pilgrim from life should depart?"

*How the alleged feats of that miracle-monger, Prince Hohenlohe, sink in comparison with those of St. Patrick and St. Antonio!

penditure of several hundreds per an

num.

It has been urged against Mr. Owen's

The Nobelist.

No. XX.

OR, THE MAGIC RING,

It has been estimated, that in Europe and America there is not more than one person to every 213 acres. Now, every acre, by spade cultivation, will support two persons comfortably; 213 acres would, therefore, amply support 416 persons instead of one, so that Europe and America must have its population multiplied 416 times before there could be the least deficiency of comfortable subsistence; and if the inhabitants of Europe and America were like the Irish, their numbers might be increased no less than 2556. The latter, of course, is an extreme case, but the former may very fairly be considered a proof that we are not yet arrived at that period when "population presses upon subsistence."

The engraving which we have placed at the head of this article gives a good outline of Mr. Owen's proposed village. The square will be as spacious as the largest square in London; it will be surrounded with gardens, and the interior will be laid out in pleasure-grounds and play-grounds. The various parts of the buildings in the centre, are fitted up for the purposes of schools, places of worship, library, lecture-room, dining-halls, and rooms for recreation the four houses in the centre of the sides, are for the superintendants of the children, schoolmaster, surgeon, and public store. One of the two buildings projecting from the corner of the square, is the inn for the accommodation of strangers, and the other building is the infirmary. The manufactory, slaughter-house, washinghouse, and farming offices, are placed at a short distance outside the square.

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Conloffe followed the stranger until they were free from observation; then revealing himself, told him he had heard his complaints, and thought he might prove of service to him. 66 My name,' ," said the merchant, is Mirgehan; I am a merchant of Damascus, and was preparing to travel to this city, in the course of my business. An aged villain, whom I had considered as my friend, took advantage of the bustle of my affairs, carried off my daughter, the pride and hope of my old age, with all my treasure; which, for the convenience of transportation, I had converted into jewels. He then joined the caravan, which has lately arrived in this city, took my name and personated me. I followed, as soon as I had discovered his black treachery, and after many perils in the journey, after having been attacked by robbers, who deprived me of the pitiful remnant of my property, and of the documents I had brought to prove my identity and assert my rights, I reached Balsora. But my destroyer has taken his measures effectually. I have reason to believe him in one of the narrow streets, in the opposite extremity of the town; but the search of the officers has proved unsuccessful; friendless and unknown, my truth suspected, my rights unsupported, I am left to die in a distant country." "How were your jewels packed ?" asked Conloffe: "In a black chest," replied

Mirgehan, bound with iron, with a verse from the Coran, inscribed upon them, which the impious wretch disregarded."" Allah be praised," exclaimed the youth, "I have already been the instrument of performing one act of justice." He bade the merchant await his return, flew to the house of Bonbec, and soon restored the box to Mirgehan. The latter could not express his gratitude; he offered to divide the contents with Conloffe, if he would meet him at his caravanserai on the next morning. The youth rejected the offer, and the merchant was lost in wonder at his disinterested behaviour. Conloffe inquired the name and situation of the street, where the false friend was supposed to have concealed himself; and left Mirgehan, promising to meet him the next day. Making himself invisible, he traversed the city, and gained the spot to which he had been directed. All was now silent around. The shops were closed, and the Mussulmen had retired to their couches. He had not been waiting long, before he espied a man advancing towards him, with cautious and ápparently anxious steps. He soon recognized the person of one of the slaves, whom he had before seen on the plain.

The African entered a door, artfully concealed in the side of one of the buildings. With the swiftness of light, Conloffe followed him; he entered a suit of apartments, plainly furnished, from appearances belonging to some inferior tradesman. Here he lost sight of the slave, in the obscurity of a gallery, now lit only by the fitful radiance of the moon, which rode at the noon of night, in solemn majesty. Uncertain as to what measures he should adopt, Conloffe discovered a dim light at a distance, penetrating the crevices of the door. Thither he proceeded with a light step, and slowly entered the apart ment. A taper was burning in a room, and in a recess he beheld a couch, overhung by rich drapery. Led by an irresistible curiosity, Conloffe approached; he glanced through the foldings of the curtains, and was struck dumb with rapturous wonder. There the light covering of the bed revealed to his view a form, with which the amorous believer's ardent vision of the dark eyed maids of Paradise, could not bear any comparison. Sleep hung upon her eyelids; but the smile that played around her lips was an irradiation of immortal beauty. Her darkly flowing tresses had escaped from their sparkling

braid; and the entrancing negligence, in which every perfection was displayed in its voluptuous fullness, completed the spell in which the Mussulman was bound.

"And this," thought Conloffe, “is Mirgehan's daughter. O! let him keep his treasure, a thousand times told! I ask but this; and I will fly for him to the farthest corner of the earth, and risk every hope of life or happiness, for the faint dream of possessing Ghulendam! "And Ghulendam-is she not here?-alone, unprotected-I have a charm that can always deliver me― perish the unhallowed thought!—" But yet"

Fain would history draw a veil over the conclusion of Conloffe's reflections. He was young; the prize was within his grasp; he was carried away by the torrent-and the evil principle triumphed.

The first blush of morning saw Conloffe in his father's habitation, musing on the scenes of the night. His delirium began to dissipate; and the gigantic form of conscience again rose up, in all his terrors. He had forgotten Mirgehan-every thing but Ghulendam."But." thought he, "my ring makes me a husband for a princess.-Wealth is laid bare before ine; the machinations of enemies I can read in their conception. Ghulendam shall be mine, and then none have I injured." So saying, he bethought him of returning to the house; for he had nothing certain to communicate to Mirgehan, about its inhabitants.

Still invisible, he again found himself in the apartment of the lady. She was now dressed; but Conloffe's heart, in despite of his resolution, again smote him with remorse and despair, as he beheld the flower his grasp had blighted, lovely in its decay, bowing to the earth with sorrow and shame. Drowned in tears, Ghulendam was leaning on her arm; and often she raised her dark appealing eyes to heaven, as if to demand what crime she had committed-that He who alone beheld the deed, would permit its perpetrator to live in triumph. A man entered the apartment, and Ghulendam, struggling to conceal her emotions, rose to receive him. From the description of Mirgehan, Conloffe knew him for the hoary traitor he was in search of. His blood boiled within him, as he saw the robber fold his Ghulendam to his breast. "Joy, joy, my love," he cried, "our friend has suc ceeded; the baffled wretch is arrested, and we may depart." Ghulendam re