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for life denied me that which alone could once confirmed my worst anticipations ; then satisiy my aching heart. I could not mingle laying aside his work, with a gentle wave of with the common herd or business of this the hand he beckoned me to follow him. Di. world again. Yet inaction would have driven verging from the pathway, we passed through me to madness. There was one subject in the little wicket of the convent garden, and which I took an interest ; it was the cause of approached an angle of it where a few mefreedom in Greece; there alone had the ener lancholy cypress-trees cast their solemn gies of my wretched existence been nolly or shade. Here the monk paused, and turning usefully directed—there, then, I resolved 10 to a slab of white marble which lay upon the meet a glorious death, or join in consummat- ground, surrounded by a rustic trellis-work, ing the work.

he pointed to the inscriptionMy preparations were soon made, and I returned to Greece. The best and most devot. ed of her friends had been removed from the scene. The noble Byron was no more, but the cause he loved and died for still prosper. ed. Enough-I took my part in the varying scenes of that protracted struggle, till the shout of liberated Greece was heard as the loud roar of the cannon died away on the blood-stained waters of Navarino. Here I lost the only being who had still followed my wayward fortunes from affection; the gallant Nicolo fell while bravely figiiting one of the quarter-deck guns of the--, the ship in which I took part in the action. He lived, however, to witness the defeat and total de. struction of the hated Moslem, whose brutal

6 EUGENE O'DORNEY, and relentless tyranny had been so fatal to

66 his race. I now had done with life, and life with me

«Τέθνηκ' εγωγε πριν θανειν κακών υπο.-ay, the sword will outwear its scabbard,"

I have died before my death, in conseand the burning and impatient soul the earth-quence of my afflictions ;'-a line from ly frame which would confine it; but it was Euripides, which, as they were the last words with a thrill of pleasure, such as had long he addressed to the good prior who altended been a stranger to my heart, that I heard him, had been inscribed upon his tomb. Yes, myself declared the victim of a decline so

I stood by the side of the grave of Delaval sure and rapid, that no human art could add O'Dorney; and, as if emblematical of his another year to my life. I then happened to dark and wayward fate, the myrtle-trees be in this island, and, struck with the silua- which they had planted over the remains of tion of the monastery, and the air of quietude a victim of a fatal love, already drooped bewhich lingered about its walls, I there re- neath the shade of the cypress that oversolved to abide-there to seek shelter from hung them. the storm which had wrecked my earthly

I returned to Ireland. Miss Weston had hopes, and use the brief space allowed me to become the happy wife of one, I trust, wor. adjust my mantle, and prepare myself to die. thy of so much beauty and goodness, yet I conferred with the goou prior, and was ad- surrounded by every blessing of domestic mitted as a lay brother. Strange that I life. She often, with a sigh, recalls the scenes should have thus assumed the very habit of her early love, and drops a tear to the which I wore at the masked ball at Baiæ, memory of Delaval O'Dorney ; indeed the upou the last day of my short-lived happi- manuscript from which I have transcribed

these melancholy notices, and which she has

so often perused, is blotted all over with her I have found the rest I looked for, and only tears. now await my summons to follow to that

Glencastle has passed again to strangers. unseen shore where she whom I loved awaits It would seem indeed as if fate had forbid

den its restoration. When last I visited it,

the roof had fallen in, and the whole pile THE EDITOR'S CLOSING CHAPTER.

was fast falling to complete decay ; the old

square tower, still mantled by its constant Not many weeks had elapsed since I parted ivy, and which the unhappy Eugene mentions, from O'Dorney, before I found myself again had alone successfully defied the winter's in Poros, and winding up the well-known storm. As I gazed upon the ruins, and thought path way which led to the monastery. I felt of those once connected with it, who slept anxious, and meeting one of the good fathers, the sleep that knows no waking," in the far occupied with planting lettuce, by the way, I isle of that distant sea, an undefined feeling interrupted him, to ask after Eugenius. He of dread came over me; for that awful delooked up, then resting for a moment on his nunciation, “I will visit the sins of the fathers hoe, as I repeated my inquiry, he shooks his upon the children,” seemed to sound from head with a melancholy meaning, which at its desolate chambers. Fearful and inscrutaVOL. VIII.





ble are the visitations of God, but "all | recognise and bow before the chastening his ways are just.'' O let man therefore hand of bis judgments, and rest assured, with take heed and square every action of his life'a tranquil and holy confidence for the ultiby the standard of his divine will-let him imate vindication of his mercy.



OH! what a priceless treasure Heaven cast
Upon the storm-toss'd mind, to chain the past
And give back ev'ry wreck'd delight again,
In pristine gladness, to the aching

brain !
Fresh as the early spring, each childhood thought
Comes thronging home, with fairy fancies fraught !
That trusted time! when pleasure hath full scope,
And earth seems one vast magazine of hope-
Progressive years but adding to our joy,
What aspirations betwixt man and boy !
What proud resolves: what daring projects wrought,
The future statesman spoke-the hero fought !
A cloud pass'd over Nature's glowing face,
Where sad experience left a darken'd trace-
And first misfortune fell’d the heart so low,
It never rose above the dead'ning blow!
Is this the same enchanting, blithesome world,
Where pleasure's radiant banner was unfurl'd-
And expectation, with its glistening wing,
Its gleam of gladness o'er the heart did Hing?
Yes, ev'ry flow'ret of the earth's still clad
In gorgeous tints! the song of birds as glad-
The sky's as bright! but in my heart a gloom,
Cheerless and dismal as a sunless tomb !
'Tis well 'tis so! for if the world, in sooth,
Kept the same charms which fascinated youth-
How wean the heart from its allurements ? how
Prepare the soul to pay its final vow?
Its passport to the grave!-to rise again
Pure and unspotted from each earth-born stain,
Meet to abide, wliere saints and angels dwell,
Who all the mercies of the Godhead tell
In hymns of triumph, which through heav'n resound,
Whilst universal gladness reigns around-
And memory yieldeth, from its hidden store,
What lends to Paradise a joy the more !

A TRIP TO KILLARNEY. like our dear countryman, Goldsmith, what

did we touch that we did not adorn ? By INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER.

the way, that was a good and beautiful

saying of Sam's; and had he spoken with On a fine evening in the autumn of 1836, equal truth where he ought, giving more of when the sultriness of summer had melted the sweet and less of the sulk, we should down to the rich and voluptuous softness consider him a more impartial thinker, and that characterises the close of August, two a much more amiable man. friends were holding most learned con Down went the sand of many hours verse with me over a flask of Kinahan's through the grey glass of Time, and with best. We handled most subjects with a them our cares. John Barleycorn claimed sense and eloquence far from common, em.

eignty of our spirits, and we yieldbracing, in a comprehensive circle, the mul- ed to his exhilarating authority without a tiplied systems of sages and simpletons, from sigh. And now, perhaps, inquisitive readPlato to Petrie ; touching everything, and, 'er, you may ask, who are the triad ? The

the sov

You may

question is not an improper one, though /etceteras, and find a voice as sweet as silver that altogether depends on the animus with bells in the unintelligible jargon of mouldy which it is put. I will presume, then, you statutes. He browsed for years in the rank ask the question from a pure desire for in. marshes of the law, and came out fat with formation, and, on that fair presumption, it feudalism and Fleta. He could apply the is only right to acquaint you. One was a rule in Shelley's case to a particular estate philosopher, a genuine Greek in all but the in a split-hair remainder over. vanity, though I am not sure but he had a naturally inquire was my friend attorney. spice of some quality very like it ; especial. general, or solicitor-general, or in first-rate lý when, as O'Kelly very pithily expressed practice, or something of that kind. No, it

indeed, he never got a brief-his knowledge “ The fumes of good liquor illumined his brain." is not yet worth to him a twelve-sous piece.

He is poor, and, as the sarcastic Drapier He could live in a tub and rebuke Alexan- said, " though a lawyer, still a gentleman.” der, so he said-feast on beans and a little Through life he has studied the value of a bacon, and fling money to the winds when rugged independence, and practised it; his pockets were empty.. Poverty had a moulding his opinions, and directing his particular attachment to him; her grappling- moveinents, according to the strict rule of hooks were always about his body, but right. With this equipment of pride, pov. he had no flesh to spare, so she was com- erty, and independence, and with legal pelled to draw them back for want of a abilities you would in vain seek among hold. Chance occasionally sent him Plu-three-fourths of the inassive-headed gentletus, and though he read Lucian, he never men within the bar, he offered his tenement got bolt or bar to keep the vagabond deity to let—but no bidder. He had no claret in sase keeping, but permitted him to have for solicitors-no hot suppers to soothe his own way--and so he had-once out, he them into benefactors-he could not expend had not a glimpse of the blind god for two guineas on the remunerative probabili. many a day after. With moral pleasure ty of a motion of course with a fee of one he could for ever associate, but pain inj-and so the grinning, hard-visaged underevery shape was his abhorrence; he boast- strapper of the law and its abuses passes ed of his philosophic fortitude, but when him by for better plucking. You may see pain came, he could not for the life of him him every day of term rambling over the truly exclaim with the sick stoic, o apage pavé of the Four Courts, with a brow as dolor!He was as sensitive as a skinned square and serious as Cato the censor's; eel. I really do not know in what his sum- but if there be common honesty or discrimmum bonum consists-not in virtue, for he ination in villanous man, he will yet be is sometimes as amorous as Aristippus-wrapped up to the eyes in judicial ermine, nor in wisdom, for he has refused her hand provided he reaches the mature age of three to quadrille with folly–nor in sensual en. parts of a century, If ever his ambition joyment, for he has months of a Carthusian should be gratified, he promises to make coldness, of a chastity as unblemished as attorneys proceed one step at least in the mother of pearl-not in cynical sternness, path of integrity, which, much to the honour for he has sobbed whole hours at hearing of the profession, they have not attempted a tale of distress; and while his face was for three hundred years. enveloped in his half handkerchief, the nar Now for a brief sketch of myself. This rator lolled out his tongue, and for his well. may appear egotism, but candour must dissembled hypocrisy went off with the confess that I am not prejudiced. Few of philosopher's last shilling. He has at length those to whom Nature has refused all claim come to an anchor. Fortune," the first to corporeal beauty, or even the commonCæsar's w-e," after having long played est proportions of the human frame, have with him like a shuttlecock-by turns the the philosophy or good sense to be aware of sport of her frowns and her favours—at last their defects, and to avow them. Though looked on him with a smile betokening per. I stand not six feet in my stocking vamps, manency-he took the hint, infused a little neither am I quite of a size for the cranemore of the leaven of practice into his mass war, or the cohorts of Laputa-truth may of extravagant theory-abandoned his old rest between, though, in a matter of refer. errors about the pleasures of poverty-got ence, I fear an unbiassed arbiter would married, and is now cultivating the science refer me to the latter class; but then I of genuine philosophy; which, however, should have the invariable consolation of our romantic readers may condemn, is all little bodies, who magnanimously retort neither more nor less than the art of mak- the ungenerous scoffs of society on their ing money. The second was a most grave stunted forms by associating themselves and learned apprentice in the law, as Mas- with all the great lights of the ancient and ter Coke saith quaintly—the most noble modern world-Cæsar, Socrates, Alexanprofession in the world, next to couple- der, Æsop, Pope, Napoleon, Tom Moore, begging, and man-midwifery. He was a &c. They would make you believe that if very walking accumulation of law-points, the six feet fours lay a positive claim to a beautiful incarnation of Norman French, physical, the four feet fours have as posi. and black letter. He could discourse for tive a right to intellectual dignity. Then as whole hours in a most learned argument to courage, I would venture to assert there on the hidden virtues of one of Littleton's is more thorough value in one of my class,

who could scarcely step over a flooded lin the shape of funds—for we often heard channel, than in one of your seven-league of the starkish rapacity of the Killarney booted Titans, who could take a drink over hotels and boatmen, which we now aver to a Lebanon cedar.

be a gross calumny as to the firs!, consider“I'll cut off your queue,” said the dwarf. ably exaggerated, though somewhat irue, in "Reach it first,” retorted the phlegmatic the second, -we ralled down Sackville German-rather a cool and satisfactory Street, on the Cork coach, on the first day reply; but did not the act speak folios for of August. Like Don Felix, we “ found the dwars's courage ? Nothing like an il. the way thither full of pleasant adventures," lustration.

and as it shall be some time before we arI was once in a tavern with one of this rive, we will give our reader a spice of order, whose stature Nature, in one of her what he has to expect. Good reader! unaccountable frolics, limited to four feet were you ever in Killarney? Never mind some inches. We were quaffing ale-O'| for a season the Rhine and SwitzerlandConnell's, I believe-but n'imporle. At the we saw both, with Como and its beautiful other extremity of the table sul a man, with palaces and terraces-but Killarney, with a frame as muscular and menacing as an iis magically picturesque combinations of Hercules Furens. Talk of straightening a water, mountain, and forest, has no rival horse-shoe, or staving in an attorney's jaw, in Europe. We cannot vouch for the other like O'G-n M-h-n,-The first he could quarters. We perfectly agree with the accomplish with a fore.finger and thumb, homely philosophy of Sancho, that there and as to fracturing maxillary bones, he are fine sights to be seen dryshɔd at home, could shiver a mammoth's. He seemed and never did its truth strike us so forcibly fully conscious of his power, and, with a as when we compared our insular and conglance that delusion itself could not mis. tinental rambles. Of this, however, more take, he frowned polar winters on his anti- at another time. Reader, if you be a senti. types at the other end. We sipped and mental gentleman, irust me, Killarney is laughed, he sneezed and sneered. Our your ground for meditation; if you be a blood rose; but to pick a quarrel with such moral philosopher, you may store your a monster was nothing short of insanity-mind with beautiful reflections on the sub. he could button us both in his breeches limest creations of nature; or a natural phipockets. He began to squirt his tobacco- losopher, say a geologist, and you may juice about very playfully—a few drops fell cram your bag and breeches with specion my friend's trousers-a few drops only; mens sufficient for a museum; or a poet, but they were as effective in rousing his and you may feed your spirit with thickindignant pride as the whole Mediterranean coming funcies sufficient for a romance -he swelled like the frog in the fable-howl of four-and-twenty cantos; or a man of sympathized with hin, !-and, in a tone pleasure in search of happiness, then be at unsurpassed in dignified bitterness, hissed "Sweet Innisfallen” at about eight P.M., after out “scoundrel !" He moved at the same a hunt at Glena, or a dejeune under the shade time courageously forward, and made a of the old ash trees; and if there be an desperate fib at the offender's face-he was elysium, it is truly this. It is much to be a sailor-but with the same chance of suc- regretted that the Sultan Soliman, in his cess he might have reached Nelson's nose search for the happy restorative, never from the portico of the post-office. “Just thought of that delicious spot, if Innisfallen wait a bit, nigger,” ejaculated the savage were then above the waters; but at the Triton, interposing one hand, and with the present day he would positively have found other quietly depositing the masticated quid ihe long-wished for shirt, or if a chemise in his waistcoat pocket. He seized my hot- had done as well, he might have had tempered but courageous friend firmly dozens. about the shoulders. O how he writhed! “He rarely smiles, sir," observed a hale The struggle was tremendous, if struggle gentleman of sixty or thereabouts, who sat it may be called, where the odds were all between me and a very stiff west wind, which on one side.

A word of supplication he attacked us from the first siage. He filled did not breathe, for his pride was equal to the seat behind the driver with my two his valour. The sailor lifted him up with friends and self-very communicative, and as much ease as Gulliver did the king's amused us with a variety of military and chamberlain, and was proceeding to de- other interesting anecdotes. His countenude his äidoía, had not assistance oppor-nance at once showed that he had weathtunely arrived to secure him from the igno-ered some hard service; its stronglyminy, and to lodge his ferocious adversary marked lines indicated the remains of a in the College Street police office.

wild and adventurous spirit, which years

had cooled down, but left the traces of its CHAPTER I.

existence behind. His brogue was fault

lessly rich, and his language, though not Adventures on the road-Connaught Rangers, very orthographical, was strong, and full

Storming of Ciudad Rodrigo–Jim Blake The of humour.
Duke, Poet O'Kelly and George IV.

“Rarely smiles !” said I, with astonish

ment. “It may be incompatible with miliWe agreed to spend September in Killar. tary steroness; but since his lordship quit. 'ney ; so, after making all due preparations ted the tented field, he has not only smiled,

but often laughed himself into spasms, as I and scattered 'em like rooks from a cornhave myself seen."

field. You may call me a bishop if Jim was “ Weil, sir, I served my king and country idle-I declare to God, sir, he skewered 'em for fifteen years, though damn the thing 1 like picked pullets. At last, when a Frenchgained by it but wounds galore, and fifiy man wasn't to be seen for love or money, pounds a year; and from the time I enter- they went to refresh themselves, for 'twas ed the Rangers, till I was disembodied after bloody hot work; when who should gallop the war, 1 muy safely say I never saw him up with his staff but the general ? After laugh twice.

thanking me for the bravery of the Rang6. Then, sir, he did laugh once ?"

ers, he asked me where they had gone. Laugh!—faith and that he did, -and I'd For a drink, my lord,' says 1.–To plunwish to know who wouldn't ?"

der,' says, hemand ordered the bugles to " Perhaps you would be good enough to sound. They sounded again and againtell the occasion.”

not a soul answered. He swore the first He turned his pole to the wind, dipped his man he met should be shot for an example. weather beaten cheek beneath the collar of Off he went. When just opposite the church his ample Macintosh, and, giving the truss of St. Joseph, whom should I see but Jim of straw that enveloped his legs, a kick or with a large cross on his back? You're a two, proceeded : :-"You heard, I dare say, dead man, thought I. The general bade gentlemen, of the Connaught Rangers, so him halt. Jim went on. famous for fixing the French and drinking 6. Halt, you scoundrel,” shouted he. brandy-when ihey could get it. I volun or Who the devil are you,” said Jim, “ that teered into them from the Mayo Militia as speaks as if you were the duke himself ?" ensign, and with me my foster brother, Jim He laid the cross down, looked up, and sure Bodkin, as hearty a fellow as ever hit a enough it was the duke. cartridge. He thought nothing of spitting 66 What have you got there, you villain ?" three Frenchmen with one thrust."

• Ooly J-s Ch-t, yer honour,” said Jim. “Do you mean," said my philosophical The duke and his staff laughed until I friend, with surprise, “that he penetrated thought they would drop from their horses. the bodies of three men with one blow ?!? Carry that, you scoundrel, to the spot

“ Yes, sir, and a dozen, if he liked,” sharp- from whence you brought it ; and, captain, ly retorted the Ranger.

(turning to me,) let him be tried by courtWhy, that's physically impossible,” ob- martial.” served my friend.

Jim returned the cross, which after all Physically! by my conscience you may was only timber with a little gold outside, say that, for all the castor oil in the Apothe. and got his pardon for his drollery. This is caries' Hall wouldn't save a mounseer when the only time I ever saw him laugh. once Jim's steel was in him."

The old Ranger ended his story and his "That was a trust executed,” said my journey together, very much to our regret. friend the lawyer, with niuch evident satis- He bivouacked in Athy for that night with faction at his bad pun.

an old companion in arms, Lieutenant " 'Pon my sowl, gentlemen, whatever you M'Dermott, who, he said, lost his arm and may think, 'tis the truth–I heard it from eye at Burgos, and, though rather the worse his own lips, and he only tasted at the time for the wear, lately married a rasping about half a canteen of rum; so he couldn't widow. be drunk, you must allow.”

"If you'll stop, gentlemen, I promise you "Indeed, sir,” said I, “I should not wish a hearty welcome ; and as Mr. Purcell is to make the coucession."

my friend, you'll get a seat on to-morrow." “ Well,” continued he, "at the taking of We thanked him, and parted with a corShudad Rodrigo, I think-for we took so dial shake of the hand. We lit a dark many places, I forget which, but 'twas at cigar to comfort ourselves through that most the storming of some place or other—the dismal of swamps, the bog of Allen, when, Eighty-eighth, as usual, gave an hundred for as all right was given by the guard, an old the forlorn hope-all grenadiers, command. man rode hastily up, mounted on a ragged ed by your hunible servant. Every man pony. had four dozen rounds of ball in his pouch, "Did you bring the books?” said he to and a dozen rounds of rum or so in his the coachman. stomach. Boys,' says I, there's Shudad “ No, sir," was the reply. -take it !--and so they uid. We advanced 66 What !” said the irascible little man, under a hell of a shower of grape-saying “not bring my kaleidoscope ?" nothing, but marching steadily, -though not “'Twasn't painted when I called at Mr. so steadily either. We crossed the trench, Grace's,” answered coachee. and remained for a short lime under cover of Thunder an ouns, there's all the country, of the wall, until the scolding of the artille from the Causeway to Connamara, waiting ry abatel. Now, my boys,' said I, none for my Aonian kaleidoscope. By G-d, if of your damned nitre-mount the bright you don't bring 'em to-morrow, I'll lampoon steel, and clear the gap. Well it became you till you strangle yourself with your own 'em—with one deafening cheer they cleared whip. Come, Parnassus,” addressing his the breach-rushed into the streets-charg- pony, “this is the way ragamuffins ireat ed a heavy column of black Frenchmen, men of genius.” And off he scampered,


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