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2 had not slept; for three days she had not left -Amy’s side. *As she passed the con servatory, a tall figure started up in the path. It was Marmaduke, pule with lasting and watching. “Will she live?” he gasped. “For the present, dear brother, there *s no danger,” answered Emily, smiling ; -for four days, she has hovered on the brink of the grave, but last night she dept well, and this morning, she is much better, and very much astonished to find herself still living, and no immediate prospect of death!” Marmaduke waited to hear no more; he turned abruptly away and sought his own room, where throwing himself upon the bed, he fell into a deep sleep. The days slipped away; another week passed; and, one morning. Duke stood at Amy’s door, timidly asking admittance. . Emily opened the door, and bid him enter ; then sent the servant ofi on an imaginary errand,and led ’Duke to Amy’s si-le. She was sitting up to-day, for the first time in many days. A delicate white wrapper was folded around her fragile form, and the soft lace of the sleeves could not conceal her attenuated arms. It is true, she was very pale; but a sweet smile hovered around her lips, and her eyes wore a more hopeful look than had been seen in them of late. ’Duke seated himself upon the little ottoman upon which her feet rested, and, taking her hand, looked wistfully up in her face. “I believe you all loved me so much that you would not let me die,” said Amy, smiling faintly upon him. “Oh ! if love could keep you, ours was strong enough to snatch you from the very grasp of Death ?” auswered ’Duke. “You shouhj have seen him, how solemn he looked, Amy,” said Emily; “and when 1 told him that you would live, he did not even wait to thank me, but ran away in a moment.” . “ I was too glad !” said ’Duke, simply. “And I am very grateful for your kindness!” said Amy, tears springing to her eyes. “But, ’Duke, you have not asked me to show you the little one you have adopted !” said Emily, laying her hand on his arm. ’Duke started, his face hushed and paled, and he stammered out an incohe rent request that he might be allowed to see it. “Certainty !” replied Emily, laughing, and instantly placing a tiny bundle on his lap. ’Duke gazed helplessly upon the wee face upon his knee, noted its dark blue eyes and short, golden curls; then look ing, appealingly, at Emily, he asked: “What am Ito do with it, Emily V 1 “Do with it? Why, hold it I”laughed Emily. “Oh ! how could you, sister ? Take it away,” said the soft voice of Amy; “you know ’Duke does not want to hold it.” “And why not?” asked ’Duke, sus piciously. “Oh ! because—because.” “Avery poor reason, Amy,” said Duke; “but, 1 know what you mean, and you were never more mistaken in your life. Will you let me name it?” and, lifting the tiny creature in his arms, he pressed his firm, red lips to the velvet cheek, and caressed the golden ringlets. “Name it?—yes, you may name it, if you will, my kind friend !” said Amy, holding her breath, that she might catch the name he was about to utter. “Then, let us call it Mac Donald of Surrey,” said ’Duke, softly. The pearly tears chased each other down Amy’s check, at this last proof of Marmaduke’s unselfish love. “But, let us call it Arthur, also,” said Emily. “Yes,” murmured Amy, and the little oue was named. “Don’t look contemptuously upon this little one, dear leader; you may be happy to meet it again some day, when years have added grace and beauty to the limp figure. The Sin inner days passed away, and the colds winds of Winter again whistled around the old Hall. Reginald and Eugenia returned to London ; the others preferred remaining at the old Hah with the little children. Arthur spent his time alternately at the Hall and in London. A gay season had our friends in town, and a quiet, peaceful \\ inter, those who remained at the Hall. The sixth of Leb suary, the anniversary of Amy’s deep sorrow, was passed by her in solitude and iears, but the next day she came forth again, and took her place in the family circle. The sweet breath of Spring brought the roses again to Amy’s cheek, and she led her little one, who could just begin to step, among the flowers that bloomed so freely in the garden. As she sat in the shade of a wide spreading tree, one bright June morning, she saw ’Duke coming slowly towards her. His arms were folded across his breast, and his eyes bent upon the ground. Amy watched him as he came nearer and nearer, and noted the start he gave when first made aware of her presence. He was about to turn away, but suddenly altering his purpose, went up to her. “Good morning, Amy; I have not seen you out so soon for some time. Where is the baby ?” “There, among the flowers,” said Amy, pointing to a thicket of roses, where the little Arthur was pulling the flowers with a rough hand. “May I sit here ?” asked ’Duke. “Certainly,” answered Amy, making room for him beside herself, “you have my permission, ’Duke, but it was not necessary for you to ask it.” “Oh! we must treat the Countess of Surrey with all due respect,” said ’Duke, smiling. “Countess of Surrey !” echoed Amy; “ah! believe me, ’Duke, I would never have been Countess of Surrey, had I not believed that it would be for only a few short weeks.” “I do believe it,” said ’Duke bitterly; “I know that you thought you were about to die. Under no other circumstances, would you have borne my name !” “Oh ! you misunderstand me,” said Amy; “it was not that I disliked your name, ’Duke, but I would not have robbed you of the privilege of bestowing your noble name upon one more worthy of it.” “Oh! Amy, do not try to soften the violence of the blow ; let me feel it in all its stunning force ! I regret the act that binds you to me, and if I could, I would make you free!” “You cannot regret it more than I do,” murmured Amy, turning her head aside. “Ah !” exclaimed Marmaduke, pressing his hand to his heart; “you regret it so bitterly, and I am powerless to free you ; but you will at least do me the justice, Amy, to say that I have never annoyed you with any manifestation of love ?” “I can say it, truly,” answered Amy; “for one year, I have been your wife, and this is the first time, I believe, that I have heard the word love from your lips. Oh '. no, ’Duke, you have never annoyed me with your love.” “And so, you see, Amy, I have done all that 1 could. I knew that you could never love me, and had I not thought, as you did, that you would not live to feel the weight of the galling chain, 1 had not proposed to bind your life to mine. But, believing that your child would he left an orphan, I wished to secure to it a noble inheritance.” “I fully appreciate the value of your generous self-sacrifice 1 ,” answered Amy ; “and my child shall never utter your name, except with blessing. It shall be the first name his infant lips syllable, and I will tell him to let it be the last be murmurs, when his lips are growing cold in death!” “You over rate the value of the service, but I would that your son’s title had been purchased less dearly. I could have given it to him without this sacrifice, but not so easily ! ’ “Believe me, my Lord,” said Amy, rising, and a crimson flash mantling her cheek; “believe me,'l am willing to re lease you. You will do me the justice to remember that it was only after the most earnest solicitation that 1 consented. 1 could almost wish that I had died when l was so near death !” “Even death, then, is preferred to my company,” groaned Duke; but Amy did not hear him; she had lifted her boy in her arms, and was going rapidly towards the house. ’Duke looked after her until her form was lost amid the trees and flowers, and then leaned back on the seat, covering bis face with his hands. [to be continued.] Ciiapel or the Sister of Mercy,— This building is not quite so far advanced as an enterprising morning newspaper would have us believe, but the founda tion has been laid and the joists of the first floor arc now being laid, and the work will be prosecuted to completion as rapidly as possible. _ The building is forty feet front and ninety feet deep. It will be about forty feet high, divided in to two stories. The first floor will be used for school and exhibition purposes, and the second story tilted up for a chapel. The walls are eighteen inches in thick ness, and are being put up in the most substantial manner. The building is within the walls of the Convent of the Sisters ol Mercy, on Liu erty street, and not on Liberty Square. Sav. Republican.. Catholic Church in Rome. —Mr. AV in. Williamson, at Veal's store, lias the sub scription list, and desires those willing to assist in building a place of worship for that Church, to call on him. A Catholic Church here would bring valu able additions to our population that can not otherwise be obtained. A\ e presume our enterprising citizens will appreciate this fact, and lend a helping hand. FOREIGN NEWS. From the Belfast Observer, of Nov. ‘2B. The first anniversary of Allen, Larkin, and O’Brien was celebrated in Glasnevin Cemetery on Sunday. Although heavy rain fell during the day, there was a crowded attendance. The proceedings were of a most orderly nature. The Prince of Wales was very mar coming to grief lately, lie was thrown from his horse in the hunting-field at Compeignc on Friday, but was so little injured that he remounted at once, and rejoined the hunting party. The Prince and Princess have since left Compei'gne for Paris, where they will remain until Wednesday. The polling for the county of Dublin election took place on Saturday at Kil mainham, Balbriggan, aud Kingstown. At the close of the poll the voting stood as follows: Taylor, 2,171; Hamilton, 2,184; M’Swiuey, 1,181. We regret to learn that the Monaghan election did not pass over as peaceubly as was hoped. A man named Clarke, who is alleged to have taken a prominent part in the late riots on the Orange side, was severely—and it is rumored fatally— wounded. The electors of Dungarvan have sent Mr. Barry about his business on account of his assassination speech at the Fenian trials. Mr. Mathews was elected. The Weekly Register announces that the Archbishop ol Olrnutz, having re fused to deliver to the civil authorities the registers of the Ecclesiastical Matri monial Tribunal, has been condemned to pay a fine of SI,OOO, and threatened with a further fine of $2,000 if he does not comply. The Archbishop was pre viously fined £7OO. We should like to hear of an Anglican Bishop standing up in this way for the interestsol his Church. The Elections—Liberal Triumphs. —The glorious, result is now certain— that in the new Parliament there will be a triumphant majority in favor of Glad stone’s Church policy of more than one hundred. This is decisive. It leaves no room for hesitation or doubt. The House of Lords may offer some opposi tion—the Bill for Disestablishment and Disendowment may be thrown out next session by the Peers; but no obstructive policy can stifle the voice of the nation; and we may dismiss the subject with the remark that, no matter bow* delayed it may be in its complete realisa tion, disestablishment and disendowment is henceforth the policy of the British Parliament. This is a glorious result— a magnificent triumph of justice over three hundred years of cruelty and op pression. An insulting “badge of con quest” will be swept away, and we may look forward to the future of our country with hope and pride. But, glorious as is the grand result, it is eclipsed by the splendor of the victo ries so unexpectedly won in Ulster. In the strongholds of Tory fanaticism, of landlord terrorism and inveterate bigot ries, the Protestant and the Catholic have forgotten past feuds—have remem bered that they arc equally concerned in the welfare and prosperity of their com mon country, and by a wise and provi dential union have signally triumphed over those who would make slaves of both. TIIE LONDON PRESS OF SATURDAY ON TIIE ELECTIONS. After these elections the chief interest is concentrated in the Irish boroughs. Londonderry, the cradle of Orangeism, and a city whose traditions are all asso ciated with the idea of Protestant ascen dancy, has actually ousted Lord Claud John Hamilton, a son of the Lord Lieu tenant. Even this is not so remarkable as the issue of the Belfast election, which has placed the redoubtable Mr. Johnston, of Ballykilbcg, at the head of the poll, and given him a Liberal colleague in the person of Mr. M’Clure, leaving Sir Chas. Lanyon and Mr. Mulholland ,thc two offi cial Tory candidates, hopelessly in the rear. Mr. Johnston’s month of impris onment has made his political fortune, and wholly marred those of the party which only a session or two ago could boast of sending Sir Hugh Cairns to Par liament as the representative of “the Protestantism” of Belfast. It is true that Mr. Johnston is an avowed Con servative, but he is also the sworn foe of the party in power; while, ou the land question, he has recently made a great stride in the direction of tenant right. At Dundalk, in spite of a division of the Liberal interest, Sir George Bowyer, whose Parliamentary conduct has natu rally alienated his constituents, has been superseded by Mr. Cuban, a Liberal, who is not likely to stultify himself by sup porting Mr, Disraeli on every convenient opportunity. At Drogheda, Air. B. Whit worth, whose seat was at one time sup posed to be in danger, has defeated Sn Leopold M’Clintock, the Arctic naviga tor, by a large majority. At Carrick- fergus, Mr. Dal wav, a Liberal, has wrested a seat from Mr Torrens, the late Tory member for that borough; Mr. Kirk has taken the place of a Conserva tive at Newry; and Mr. Shaw lias ren dered a similar service at Bandon, where Mr. Bernard, .a member of Lord Ban don’s family, has been defeated by a small majority.— Morning Star. The Manchester Martyrs.- It is just twelve months to-day since Dublin wit nessed the popular demonstration in memory of the men who suffered in Man chester for the unhappy loss of lifo which attended the rescue of Col. Kelly and Capt. Dcasy. It will be remembered that the inclemency of the weather on that occasion in no way diminished the greatness of the demonstrati >n. It was deemed advisable and deeojrms' suitably to commemorate that demonstration, and on Saturday last public notices appeared calling on men to assemble and pray round the tomb erected in Glasnevin Cemetery to the memory of Allan, O’Brien, and Larkin. It was ruled that no address should be delivered, or other display made, on the occasion, and so it was on yesterday when many thousands congregated and silently said a prayer tor the dead, and went away in peace. The cross which stands over the grave was wreathed with laurel and palm, and a i small device wreathed in shamrocks bore the last words of the youthful Alla*), “ God save Ireland.” A flower or two drooped on the grave, which seems to be kept with care. At one time there must have been five or six thousand per sons present. They uncovered as they paid the last tribute which the memory of a friend demands, and in the'great gathering there was more of sympathy and mourning than of demonstration. The rain poured in torrents all the time, but for several hours the ingress and egress to the cemetery continued. Very many young men of the better classes wore laurel leaves in their hats, and green was very frequently conspicuous in the general attire. Dr. Waters, when the crowd was greatest, said a few words, lie observed that there waste be no de monstration. All tiiey sought for was the commemoration ol the day when the memory of the martyrs was honored by their countrymen He asked them to pray to God as fervently for the three men at whose grave he stood, as they had prayed “God save Ireland.” lie told them that Masses for the dead would be said in the Churches in Dublin at eight o'clock this (Monday) morning, and ex horted them to be present. The utmost order was observed in returning from the cemetery, and no inappropriate display defeated the intentions of those who sug- gested the proceedings. In London, on yesterday afternoon, a demonstration was announced to com memorate the martyrdom of the Fenians hanged at Manchester. Though the weather was very wet, hundreds of per sons collected at Clerkenwell-green.— Finlen endeavored to speak, but he and the mob were kept on the move by the police, and orations consequently difficult. A procession, however, formed, and pro ceeded to Hyde Park, but continual rain gradually diminished the attendance.— Freeman, of Monday. SERIOUS RIOTS IN CORK. Cork, Tuesday.— A desperate riot is reported to have occurred yesterday at Kilbrittan fair, between tenants of Col. Barnard, and partisans of Mr. Shaw, the rival candidates at Bandon election, aris ing out of election excitement. The po lice, in interfering, were assailed by the populace, and one constable, it is stated, has been fatally injured. The police then fired on the crowd, killing, it is reported, three individuals. Cork, Tuesday Evening. —The first, account of the riot at Kilbrittan is much exaggerated. The affair had no connec tion with the Bandon election. It origi nated in an attempt by the police to clear a public house at eleven o’clock. A collision resulted, in which the constables used their swords. The fighting was subsequently renewed, and the police fired ou the crowd. One man was killed by a gunshot, several were wounded with swords, and two policemen slightly injure;]. Vesuvius. —A correspondent of the Pull Mall Gazette has been to look at Vesuvius, to see for himself what the eruption of a volcano is like. He finds it sufficiently terrible. He went up the mountain and stood on the lip of the cra ter, and peeped into the roaring abyss on one side, taking advantage of a strong wind that was driving all the suffocating steam and vapour to the other. Present ly the eruption came: It does not consist, as the pictures neces sarily lead one to suppose, of a shower con tinues at all. Still less does it consist of a cunt nuous shower f lack ashes shot out from a fire blazing on the top of the mountain; it is rather a series of explosions. But the roar and gale of the great abyss is continuous. You look into the pit, and though yon see no actual flame, yet its sides are in a state of constant incandescence; from the mouth of it there rose up incessantly a dense cloud of steam; and in the depths of it below you hear the noise of pre paration for the outburst that is next to come. Then you hear a sharper crackle, and then, without farther warn ing, follows a loud explosion, which shoots into the air a torrent of white hot missiles of every shape and size. So enormous are the forces at work that not only small pieces of stone and sulphur, such as you might carry away as mementoes of your visit, but huge blocks of mineral, each enough to load a railway ballast wagon, and ali in a state of perfectly white heat, are tossed upas though they were so many cricket bails. The explosiou lasts, perhaps, no longer than a minute; and then there is a ces sation of some seconds with the noise only of internal preparation once more, after which the explosion is repeated. The latest accounts say that the erup tion continues with undimitiisht and inten sity, and that the lava flood is doing considerable damage to the cultivated land at the feet of the mountain. SPAIN. An English gentleman, a member of the English Church, who has resided in Spain, writes to a friend in this country:* “ People in England seem to have gone mad about the revolution in this country, but I do not believe they would be so zeal ous on the subject, if they really knew the truth. Imagine the Army and Navy of England to have revolted, and have got the upper hand thoughout the land ! Fancy the Generals and Admirals of these services the real rulers of the Nation ' Think how it would be if Mr. Bradlaugh, and some hundred like him, came to have the power of the country in their hands! A Missionary, sent out post haste, by the Bible Society, asked me the other day what I thought of the change of religious sentiment in Spain. I said, what was the simple truth, that those amongst the people who had lost - their Catholicism, had simply become atheists. Strange to say, the Spaniards believe that in becom ings what they call Protestants—but really unbelievers—they will induce the Government of England to befriend them. They talk quite gravely of leav ing Christianity , and becoming Prole tants! ” DEATH OF THE VERY REV. DR. GARTLAN. Ou the 22nd of October, there died at Banos do Montemoryor, in the vicinity of Bejar, after a short illness, the Illus trious Dr. James Gartlan, who was Hec tor and Visitator llegius of the College of Noble Irish, in tins city, for the space of forty years. We deplore the loss of a person so well known in the Peninsular, and on the Continent for his excellent gifts, brilliant talents, and special knowl edge. He knew at the same time, the Castilian, the Irish, the English, the French, the Italian, Latin, Greek, He brew, and German languages, and various other sciences. He was also a most profound theologian. Seale la t terra li (jera. CHRISTMaTiN ROME, On Christmas Eve His Holiness goes to Sainte Marie Majeure for Matines, and celebrates the first Mass immediately after the Office. On that occasion a chased silver chest containing parcels of our Lord’s cradle, is brought in proces sion and deposited on the Altar. The second Pontifical Mass takes place at ty Peter’s at ten o’clock the next morning. The midnight Mass is also celebrated in the other churches, but nowhere with as much magnificence as at San Luigi t Francesi. The Church is then p ro fusely illuminated and a splendid oi cbestra is added to the regular choir. In the Church Ara Cceli, at the capi tol, there is a small statue of the Infant Jesus in his waddling clothes, U l> am ' bino. That holy statue is in great n - specially among mothers. an ( remains exposed for several days m a pre.epio , (crib.) During that time yooiig children, standing on a platform f ,! * the prexepio, recite little speeches on t.i birth of our Lord. The Roman people are in the ha-at of giving presents to their servants Christmas Day; they visit each othoi ■ the Virst of January, Circoncisw* ; j :: • wait till the Fifth of January, th 1 '> before Epiphany, tor offering g * ladies and brnging playthings to child ■ ■ La Befana is the Santa Clause, man Children. She is a fairy who C( ' !ll j' through the chimney and leaves i* nt - ashes gifts to those who deserve it. -j Befana never brings anything children * * “ There, John, that’s twice come home and forgotten that tar* “ La, mother, it was so greasy t° ai slipped my mind.”