Interior Of ST. Patrick's Cathedral.

A Corner Near Swiff's Grave.

Such sentiments are to the soul what ineffaceable scars are to the body. Both have been caused by fearful wounds. Misanthropy lives only in a withered heart. To be no longer astonished at anything in the weakness, hypocrisy, and depravity of mankind, may indicate a thorough knowledge of the world; but by what terrible disillusions must the knowledge have been gained! There are few sights more beautiful than that of an old man, serene and cheerful, not from senile weakness, but from the strength and sweetness born of hope and trust, and a persistent looking at the better side of human nature. But what is sadder than the vision of Old Age mournfully gazing on the past, as on a blackened waste, where the fierce fires of experience have burned to ashes the stately halls and dome-crowned palaces, so confidently reared in youth upon foundations unsubstantial as a dream?

The Balfe Memorial Window.

One tender sentiment, however, springs like a fountain in the desert, from the barren pathway of Swift's life. It is gratitude. I found a little evidence of it, clinging like a flower to a wall, in a dim corner of the old cathedral. It is a tablet which this man, so merciless toward his enemies, erected here to show his appreciation of a faithful servant, and to bear testimony for all time to his devotion. Looking above the recumbent statue of Archbishop Whately, I read these words:

"Here lieth the body of Alexander Mc-Gee, servant to Dr. Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's. His grateful Master caused this monument to be erected in memory of his discretion, fidelity, and diligence in that humble station."

Ah, scathing satirist and bitter foe, who knows how powerfully this memorial may plead for thee, when all thy faults and virtues shall be weighed and estimated in the balances of God!

It is with a feeling of relief that one turns from the memorials of this restless genius to the monuments just across the nave. One is the bust of John Philpot Curran, the celebrated orator and humorist, whose jests have made the tour of the world upon a wave of laughter, and whose remarkable power of repartee made him the most amusing and redoubtable of combatants in a tournament of wit. The other is a life-size figure in marble, erected by the citizens of Dublin to the memory of Captain John McNeill Boyd, who was lost off the rocks in Dublin Bay, in 1861, while attempting to save the crew of a shipwrecked vessel. Epitaphs, as a rule, have little literary merit; but this one, telling, as it does, so eloquently the story of the hero who sleeps beneath it, is eminently worthy of transcription. It reads as follows:

Tablet To Swift's Servant.

Birthplace Of R1Chard Brinsley Sheridan.

"Safe from the rocks, whence swept thy manly form The tide's white rush, the stepping of the storm; Borne with a public pomp, by just decree, Heroic sailor! from that fatal sea, A city vows this marble unto thee. And here in this calm place, where never din Of Earth's great waterfloods shall enter in, When to our human hearts two thoughts are given, One Christ's self-sacrifice, the other heaven, Here is it meet for grief and love to grave The Christ-taught bravery that dies to save; The life not lost, but found beneath the wave."

"Is it the birthplaces and homes of celebrated Irish men and women that you're wanting?" inquired a citizen of Dublin to whom I had applied for information; "sure, Dublin is as full of them as the sky of stars. No city in the world has such a list as the one I'll make out for you, and many of the houses where the great ones lived and died You' 11 see yourself this day.," Ac-cordingly, taking pencil and paper, he wrote for me, sometimes with corresponding streets and numbers, the following extraordinary list of former residents of the Irish capital: Daniel O'Connell, Henry Grat-tan, Edmund Burke, and Charles Par-nell, Ireland's greatest orators and statesmen; Thomas Moore and Oliver Goldsmith, poets; Samuel Lover and Charles Lever, novelists; Dean Swift, the satirist; Bishop Berkeley, the philosopher; Archbishop Whate-ly, the logician; Sir William Hamilton, the astronomer; Arthur, Duke of Wellington, victor at Waterloo;