person who came to the well that morning
found crazy Mary sitting, awe-struck, by the
poor dead Nest. They had to get the poor
creature away by force, before they could
remove the body.

Mary is in Trê-Madoc workhouse; they
treat her pretty kindly, and in general she is
good and tractable. Occasionally the old
paroxysms come on; and for a time she is
unmanageable. But some one thought of
speaking to her about Nest. She stood
arrested at the name; and since then, it is
astonishing to see what efforts she makes to
curb her insanity; and when the dread time
is past, she creeps up to the matron, and says,
"Mary has tried to be good. Will God let
her go to Nest now?"

CHIPS.

THE SUNDAY QUESTION IN THE LAST
CENTURY.

WE slice the following "Chip" out of the
"Universal Magazine" for 1775. It
illustrates the condition of the Sabbath question
in Boston, America, about that time:—

Some years ago, a Commander of one of
his Majesty's ships of war, being stationed at
this place, had orders to cruise, from time to
time, in order to protect our trade, and
distress the enemy. It happened unluckily that
he returned from one of his cruises on a
Sunday; and, as he had left his lady at
Boston, the moment she had heard of the
ship's arrival, she hasted down to the water's
side, in order to receive him. The Captain,
on landing, embraced her with tenderness
and affection: this, as there were many
spectators by, gave great offence, and was
considered as an act of indecency and a flagrant
profanation of the Sabbath. The next day,
therefore, he was summoned before the
Magistrates, who, with many severe rebukes
and pious exhortations, ordered him to be
publicly whipped. The Captain stifled his
indignation and resentment as much as
possible; and, as the punishment, from the
frequency of it, was not attended with any great
degree of ignominy or disgrace, he mixed
with the best company, was well received by
them, and they were apparently good friends.

At length the time of the station expired,
and he was recalled. He went, therefore,
with seeming concern, to take leave of his
worthy friends; and, that they might spend
one happy day together before their final
separation, he invited the principal
Magistrates and select men to dine with him on
board his ship upon the day of his departure.
They accepted the invitation, and nothing
could be more joyous and convivial than the
entertainment which he gave them. At length
the fatal moment arrived that was to separate
them: the anchor was a-peak, the sails were
unfurled, and nothing was wanting but the
signal to get under way. The Captain, after
taking an affectionate leave of his worthy
friends, accompanied them upon deck, where
the boatswain and crew were in readiness to
receive them. He there thanked them afresh
for the civilities they had shown him, of which,
he said, he should retain an eternal
remembrance, and to which he wished it had been in
his power to have made a more adequate
return. One point of civility only remained
to be adjusted between them, which, as it was
in his power, so he meant most justly to
recompense to them. He then reminded
them of what had passed, and, ordering the
crew to pinion them, had them brought one
by one to the gang-way, where the Boatswain
with a cat of nine tails, laid on the back of
each forty stripes save one. They were then,
amidst the shouts and acclamations of the crew,
shoved into their boats; and the Captain,
immediately getting under way, sailed for
England.

LIFE IN AN ESTANCIA.

PART THE SECOND.

I AM as thoroughly cut off from my kindred,
in this Buenos Ayrean Estancia, as it is well
possible for me to be; and living as it were
alone among a set of beings, whose language,
manners, and features are so different from
those with whom I was wont to associate in
my youth, when I looked back to thirty years
ago, I could almost fancy myself translated
to another world. My dress too, differing in
quality only from that of the herdsmen and
shepherds, in fashion is quite the same. Were
I to accompany the High-Sheriff on Assize
Saturday, I should attract more notice than
either the Sheriff or the Judge. With my
silver spurs, weighing between two and three
pounds, my saddle accoutrements, so different
to an English gentleman's, my cotton trousers
made wide as those of the Cossacks, my
waist-cloth and riding-belt, my long knife,
twelve inches in the blade, should I present
myself in our old town, the Antiquarian
Society would clap me into the castle, and
say that I had come over with William the
Conqueror.

This is Easter Sunday, and I suppose at
the Forth, the stalls and shows will be all set
out; the roundabouts, the lads with their
dyed eggs, and the Gevedy men with their
baskets full of gingerbread, all in motion.
When shall I see the old place again, is a
question I cannot answer. It is quite as
uncertain when I shall see Buenos Ayres. I am
so happy in the Pampas, and enjoy such
excellent health, that even the wish to leave
them seldom enters into my mind. In my
rides my dogs accompany me, and afford me
plenty of sport; they chase the fox, deer, and
all the wild animals that cross their path.
One brings me an armadillo in her mouth,
and if I am armadillo hungry, I carry it with
me and eat it for supper. Sometimes they
come upon the scent of a panther, or the