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us; for its result on ordinary minds, and fraud, the vile hypocrisy, the conscienceon the common run of students, is less killing tyranny of Rome! We have not satisfactory still; they leave their place far to seek for an evidence of it! There's of education simply dissipated and re- Father Newman, to wit: one living specilaxed by the multiplicity of subjects which men is worth a hundred dead ones. He, they have never really mastered, and a priest, writing of priests, tells us that so shallow as not even to know their lying is never any harm.” shallowness. How much better, I (1140 I interpose: “You are taking a most (10 say, is it for the active and thoughtful in- extraordinary liberty with my name. If tellect, where such is to be found, to I have said this, tell

I have said this, tell me when and eschew the college and the university where.” altogether, than to submit to a drudgery Mr. Kingsley replies: "You said it, so ignoble, a mockery so contumelious! | Reverend Sir, in a sermon which you How much more profitable for the in- preached, when a Protestant, as Vicar of dependent mind, after the mere rudi- St. Mary's, and published in 1844; and I ments of education, to range through could read you a very salutary lecture on a library at random, taking down books the effects which that sermon had at the as they meet him, and pursuing the (1150 time on my own opinion of you.' 20 trains of thought which his mother wit I make answer: “Oh . . . Not, it suggests! How much healthier to wander

seems, as a priest speaking of priests; but into the fields, and there with the exiled let us have the passage.' prince to find “tongues in the trees, books Mr. Kingsley relaxes: “Do you know, in the running brooks”! How much more I like your tone. From your tone, I rejoice, genuine an education is that of the poor greatly rejoice, to be able to believe that boy in the poem-a poem, whether in con- you

did not mean what

you said.” ception or in execution, one of the most I rejoin: "Mean it! I maintain I never touching in our language-who, not in the said it, whether as a Protestant or as a day (1160 Catholic


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around his widowed mother's home," Mr. Kingsley replies: “I waive that

dexterous gleaner” in a narrow field, and point." with only such slender outfit

I object: "Is it possible? What? waive “As the village school and books a few

the main question! I either said it or I

didn't. You have made a monstrous Supplied,”

charge against me: direct, distinct, pubcontrived from the beach, and the quay, lic. You are bound to prove it as directly, and the fisher's boat, and the inn's fire- as distinctly, as publicly; or to own you side, and the tradesman's shop, and the can't!" shepherd's walk, and the smuggler's hut, “Well,” says Mr. Kingsley, “if you (40 and the mossy moor, and the scream- (1170 are quite sure you did not say it, I'll take ing gulls, and the restless waves, to fashion your word for it; I really will.” for himself a philosophy and a poetry My word! I am dumb. Somehow I of his own!

thought that it was my word that hapBut in a large subject, I am exceeding pened to be on trial. The word of a my necessary limits. Gentlemen, I must Professor of lying, that he does not conclude abruptly; and postpone any lie! summing up of my argument, should that


But Mr. Kinglsey reassures me: “We be necessary, to another day.

are both gentlemen,” he says: “I have done as much as one English gentle- 150

man can expect from another.” From the APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA

I begin to see: he thought me a genKINGSLEY AND NEWMAN

tleman at the very time that he said I

taught lying on system. After all, it is Mr. Kingsley begins then by exclaim- not I, but Mr. Kingsley who did not mean ing, -"O the chicanery, the wholesale what he said.

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“He shall fear, haply, and be dumb: 115 “You said it must melt ere vesper-bell, 15 Then will I lay my cheek

Sister Helen; To his, and tell about our love,

If now it be molten, all is well.” Not once abashed or weak:

“Even so,-nay, peace! you cannot tell, And the dear Mother will approve

Little brother." My pride, and let me speak.

(O Mother, Mary Mother, 20

Oh what is this, between Hell and Heaven?) “Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To him round whom all souls

“Oh the waxen knave was plump to-day, Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads

Sister Helen; Bowed with their aureoles:

How like dead folk he has dropped away!” And angels meeting us shall sing

125 | “Nay now, of the dead what can you say, To their citherns and citoles.

Little brother?” 26

(O Mother, Mary Mother, “There will I ask of Christ the Lord What of the dead, between Hell and Heaven?)

Thus much for him and me:Only to live as once on earth

“See, see, the sunken pile of wood, With Love, only to be,


Sister Helen,

30 As then awhile, for ever now

Shines through the thinned wax red as Together, I and he.”


and sore,



"Nay now, when looked you yet on blood, “Oh, it's Keith of Eastholm rides so Little brother?

fast, (O Mother, Mary Mother,

Sister Helen, How pale she is, between Hell and Heaven!) For I know the white mane on the blast."

“The hour has come, has come at last, "Now close your eyes, for they're sick

Little brother!” 75

(O Mother, Mary Mother, 36 Sister Helen,

Her hour at last, between Hell and Heaven!) And I'll play without the gallery door." “Aye, let me rest, -I'll lie on the floor, “He has made a sign and called Halloo! Little brother.

Sister Helen, (O Mother, Mary Mother, And he says that he would speak with What rest to-night between Hell and

80 Heaven?)

“Oh tell him I fear the frozen dew,

Little brother." “Here high up in the balcony,

(O Mother, Mary Mother, Sister Helen, Why laughs she thus, between Hell and The moon flies face to face with me.” 45

Heaven?) “Aye, look and say whatever you see,

Little brother." “The wind is loud, but I hear him cry, 85 (O Mother, Mary Mother,

Sister Helen, What sight to-night, between Hell and That Keith of Ewern's like to die.” Heaven?)

"And he and thou, and thou and I,

Little brother.” “Outside it's merry in the wind's wake, 50

(O Mother, Mary Mother, 90 Sister Helen;

And they and we, between Hell and Heaven!) In the shaken trees the chill stars shake.” “Hush, heard you a horse-tread as you “Three days ago, on his marriage-morn, , spake,

Sister Helen,
Little brother?” He sickened, and lies since then forlorn."

(O Mother, Mary Mother, 55 "For bridegroom's side is the bride a What sound to-night, between Hell and thorn,

95 Heaven?)

Little brother?

(O Mother, Mary Mother, “I hear a horse-tread, and I see,

Cold bridal cheer, between Hell and Heaven!)
Sister Helen,
Three horsemen that ride terribly.” “Three days and nights he has lain abed,
“Little brother, whence come the three, 60

Sister Helen,
Little brother?” And he prays in torment to be dead.”

(O Mother, Mary Mother, “The thing may chance, if he have prayed, Whence should they come, between Hell and

Little brother! Heaven?)

(O Mother, Mary Mother,

If he have prayed, between Hell and Heaven!) “They come by the hill-verge from Boyne Bar,

“But he has not ceased to cry to-day, 106 Sister Helen, 65

Sister Helen, And one draws nigh, but two are afar.” That


should take your curse away.” “Look, look, do you know them who they “My prayer was heard,—he need but are,

pray, Little brother?

Little brother!” 110 (O Mother, Mary Mother,

(O Mother, Mary Mother, Who should they be, between Hell and Shall God not hear, between Hell and Heaven?)



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“But he says, till you take back your ban, You pardon him in his mortal pain.”

Sister Helen, “What else he took will he give again, His soul would pass, yet never can. 115

Little brother?” "Nay then, shall I slay a living man,

(O Mother, Mary Mother, 160 Little brother?” Not twice to give, between Hell and Heaven!)

(O Mother, Mary Mother, A living soul, between Hell and Heaven!) “He calls your name in an agony,

Sister Helen, “But he calls forever on your name, That even dead Love must weep to see.”

Sister Helen, "Hate, born of Love, is blind as he, 165 And says that he melts before a flame.”

Little brother!" “My heart for his pleasure fared the same,

(O Mother, Mary Mother, Little brother.”

Love turned to hate, between Hell and (O Mother, Mary Mother, 125 Heaven!) Fire at the heart, between Hell and Heaven!)

“Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides "Here's Keith of Westholm riding fast,

fast, Sister Helen,

Sister Helen,

170 For I know the white plume on the blast.”

For I know the white hair on the blast.” “The hour, the sweet hour I forecast, 130

“The short, short hour will soon be past, Little brother!''

Little brother!” (O Mother, Mary Mother,

(O Mother, Mary Mother, Is the hour sweet, between Hell and Heaven?)

Will soon be past, between Hell and

175 “He stops to speak, and he stills his horse,

Sister Helen;


“He looks at me and he tries to speak, But his words are drowned in the wind's

Sister Helen, course.”

But oh! his voice is sad and weak!" “Nay hear, nay hear, you must hear per

“What here should the mighty Baron seek, force,

Little brother?” 180 Little brother!”

(O Mother, Mary Mother, (O Mother, Mary Mother,

Is this the end, between Hell and Heaven?)
What word now heard, between Hell and

“Oh his son still cries, if you forgive,

Sister Helen, “Oh, he says that Keith of Ewern's cry, The body dies, but the soul shall live."185 Sister Helen,


"Fire shall forgive me as I forgive, Is ever to see you ere he die."

Little brother!" “In all that his soul sees, there am I, Little brother!” 145

(O Mother, Mary Mother, (O Mother, Mary Mother, As she forgives, between Hell and Heaven!) The soul's one sight, between Hell and Heaven!)

“Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive,

190 “He sends a ring and a broken coin,

Sister Helen,
Sister Helen,

To save his dear son's soul alive.” And bids you mind the banks of Boyne.” | “Fire cannot slay it, it shall thrive, “What else he broke will he ever join, 151

Little brother!” Little brother?”

(O Mother, Mary Mother, 195 (OM other, Mary Mother, Alas, alas, between Hell and Heaven!) No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!)

“He cries to you, kneeling in the road, "He yields you these and craves full fain,

Sister Helen,
Sister Helen,

156 To go with him for the love of God!”

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