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blank. His imagination must be like an imperfect kaleidoscope, totally unfurnished with those parti-coloured fragments whereof the complete instrument makes such interminable combinations.

It is difficult to conceive such a man's dream.

Is it a still benighted wandering-a pitch-dark night progress, made known to him by the consciousness of the remaining senses? Is he still pulled through the universal blank, by an invisible power as it were, at the nether end of the string?-regaled, sometimes, with celestial voluntaries and unknown mysterious fragrances, answering to our more romantic flights; at other times, with homely voices and more familiar odours; here, of rank-smelling cheeses; there, of pungent pickles or aromatic drugs, hinting his progress through a metropolitan street. Does he over again enjoy the grateful roundness of those substantial droppings from the invisible passenger,-palpable deposits of an abstract benevolence, or, in his nightmares, suffer anew those painful concussions and corporeal buffetings, from that (to him) obscure evil principle, the Parish Beadle?

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This question I am happily enabled to resolve, through the information of the oldest of those blind Tobits that stand in fresco against Bunhill Wall; the same who made that notable comparison of scarlet to the sound of a trumpet. I understood him, harmony, with the gravel-blind, is prismatic as well as chromatic. To use his own illustration, a wall-eyed man has a palette in his ear, as well as in his mouth. Some stone-blinds, indeed, dull dogs, without any ear for colour, profess to distinguish the different hues and shades, by the

touch, but that, he said, was a slovenly uncertain method, and in the chief article of Paintings not allowed to be exercised.

On my expressing some natural surprise at the aptitude of his celebrated comparison,-a miraculous close likening, to my mind, of the known to the unknown, he told me the instance was nothing, for the least discriminative among them could distinguish the scarlet colour of the mail-guards' liveries, by the sound of their horns: but there were others, so acute their faculty that they could tell the very features and complexion of their relatives and familiars, by the mere tone of their voices. I was much gratified with this explanation; for I confess, hitherto, I was always extremely puzzled by that narrative in the Tatler, of a young gentleman's behaviour after the operation of couching, and especially at the wonderful promptness with which he distinguished his father from his mother, his mistress from her maid. But it appears that

the blind are not so blind as they have been esteemed in the vulgar notion. What they cannot get one way they obtain in another they, in fact, realise what the author of Hudibras has ridiculed as a fiction, for they set up

"Communities of senses,

To chop and change intelligences.

As Rosicrucian Virtuosis

an see with ears-and hear with noses.'

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THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.

LACK! 'tis melancholy theme to think

How Learning doth in rugged states abide, And, like her bashful owl, obscurely blink, In pensive glooms and corners, scarcely spied; Not, as in Founders' Halls and domes of pride, Served with grave homage, like a tragic queen, But with one lonely priest compell'd to hide, In midst of foggy moors and mosses green, In that clay cabin hight the College of Kilreen!

II.

This College looketh South and West alsoe, Because it hath a cast in windows twain; Crazy and crack'd they be, and wind doth blow Thorough transparent holes in every pane, Which Dan, with many paines, makes whole again With nether garments, which his thrift doth teach, To stand for glass, like pronouns, and when rain Stormeth, he puts, once more unto the breach," Outside and in, though broke, yet so he mendeth each.

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III.

And in the midst a little door there is,
Whereon a board that doth congratulate
With painted letters, red as blood I wis,
Thus written,

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"CHILDREN TAKEN IN TO BATE: And oft, indeed, the inward of that gate, Most ventriloque, doth utter tender squeak, And moans of infants that bemoan their fate, In midst of sounds of Latin, French, and Greek, Which, all i' the Irish tongue, he teacheth them to speak.

IV.

For some are meant to right illegal wrongs

And some for Doctors of Divinitie,

Whom he doth teach to murder the dead tongues,

And soe win academical degree;

But some are bred for service of the sea,

Howbeit, their store of learning is but small.

For mickle waste he counteth it would be

To stock a head with bookish wares at all, Only to be knock'd off by ruthless cannon ball.

V.

Six babes he sways, -some little and some big,
Divided into classes six ;-alsoe,

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