Mr. Compton, however, was too kind a man to express his full emotions of indignant displeasure at the conduct of the youth, now that he was enduring in his own personal sufferings sufficient recompense for his evil performances, but forbore any angry observations at the present moment, and quitted the society of the wretched Danville, pitying an object so welldeserving the commiseration of a Christian heart. The merchants speedily wrote to Mr. Newton, Frederick's uncle, apprising him of all that had happened, acquainting him with his present illness, and informing him of their intention, should he recover, of dismissing him from their employment; as the bad habits which he had incurred, and the sad dispositions which he had manifested, had rendered him an unfit person to remain in their service. He did recover; his bodily health was wonderfully restored; but in a moral point he remained as ever, unhealed and unaltered. His fears vanished on his return again to health, and the same evil propensities exhibited themselves, and the same evil habits were again imbibed. In reply to the letter of the Messrs. Compton, Mr. Newton expressed himself much grieved and ashamed at the conduct of his nephew, of whom he spoke at the same time as the child of many disadvantages; left in infancy by a brutal parent to the care of a tender and too indulgent mother, and she soon removed, while he, left upon the wide world without an earthly guide and counsellor, was placed in a trying and dangerous position. The same post bore a letter to Danville, also from his uncle, couched in terms of angry reproach and severe reproof, and desiring him immediately to leave London, and repair to his house, from whence he should take an early opportunity of providing him with some appointment abroad. This communication exercised no influence upon the stubborn and proud heart of the youth, but was made the subject of little concern; while the idea of quitting his native land rather pleased, than annoyed him. He obeyed the desire, therefore, expressed in his uncle's letter; and having once more obtained an interview with his noble-minded and generous employers, whom he churlishly thanked for their indulgence towards him, and having sullenly craved forgiveness from the innocent Woodville, for the injustice he had sought to bring upon his character-a forgiveness which was tendered with Christian promptness-he quitted the city in whose worst scenes he had so constantly mixed, and from whose most pernicious sources of evil he had gathered seed which had produced such a sad and melancholy harvest, and arriving at Liverpool, started by the earliest vessel for his uncle's home in Ireland. CHAPTER XIV. "From better habitations spurned, GOLDSMITH. ONE of the most beautiful and justly admired spots in the "Emerald Isle," is Killarney. It is perfectly natural in its character; so much so, as to occasion this remark—“If you go to Killarney, 'tis there you'll see nature." Woods with varied and abundant foliage, hills surrounding those woods on every side, and above all, Lakes, whose loveliness has been celebrated age after age;-in fact, Killarney is unrivalled for the magnificence of its scenery, and peculiar, for the happy mingling of grace and beauty, with wild and majestic grandeur. Many a "legend rare" is attached to these richly-studded lakes and their vicinity, and many a tradition is cherished and honoured by the inhabitants of the several districts. The lakes of Killarney are three in number, the upper, the middle, and the lower. It was in the neighbourhood of the first that Mr. Newton, (Danville's uncle,) resided. Having long quitted an active commercial life, this gentleman had retired to enjoy the beauties which have attracted so many towards the farfamed scenes of these lovely lakes. Having arrived in Ireland, Frederick followed the directions which had been furnished him with regard to the route which led to his uncle's house; and with the aid of a guide, in a few days he found himself approaching the little village of Cloghreen, the spot where stood Mr. Newton's abode. To a mind susceptible of those lofty impres sions which magnificent scenery is so well fitted to produce, the road for several miles ere Danville reached his uncle's locale, must have created the feelings of astonishment and delight; but as we have found, Frederick was the possessor of none of that elevation of soul which is heightened by the survey of the stupendous works of nature. However, even to his mind, the objects which met his eye caused emotions which he had not frequently been capable of. Every step he took presented new beauties to his gaze. It |