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Romance of a Week. Mr Ward wrote some histor- knowledge of character in a very striking light. His ical and political works now forgotten, and held object is to depict the evils of that system of antioffice under government in the Admiralty and Catholic tyranny when the penal laws were in full other departments for twenty-five years. He died force, by which home education was denied to Cathoin 1846, aged eighty-two.

lic families unless by a Protestant teacher. The more rigid of the Catholics abjured all instruction thus administered; and Mr Banim describes the

effects of ignorance and neglect on the second son of The Tales of the O'Hara Family, first and second a Catholic gentleman, haughty, sensitive, and painseries, 1825 and 1826, produced a strong and vivid fully alive to the disadvantages and degradation of impression on all readers of fiction. The author his condition. The whole account of this family, seemed to unite the truth and circumstantiality of the D'Arcys, is written with great skill and effect. Crabbe with the dark and gloomy power of Godwin; In 1838 Mr Banim collected several of his contribuand in knowledge of Irish character, habits, customs, tions to periodical works, and published them under and feeling, he was superior even to Miss Edge the title of The Bit o' Writin', and other Tales. In worth or Lady Morgan. The story of the Nowlans, 1842 he came forward with an original and excellent and that of Croohore of the Bill-Hook, can never bé novel, in three volumes, Father Connell, the hero forgotten by those who have once perused them. being an aged and benevolent Catholic priest, not The force of the passions, and the effects of crime, unworthy of association with the Protestant Vicar turbulence, and misery, have rarely been painted of Wakefield. This primitive pastor becomes the with such overmastering energy, or wrought into patron of a poor vagrant boy, Neddy Fennell, whose narratives of more sustained and harrowing interest. adventures furnish

the incidents for the story. There The probability of his incidents was not much is, as usual with Mr Banim, a variety of incidents attended to by the author, and he indulged largely minutely related-scenes of gloom and terror-and in scenes of horror and violence—in murders, a complete knowledge of the moral anatomy of our abductions, pursuits, and escapes—but the whole nature. This was destined to be the last work of the was related with such spirit, raciness, and truth of author. He died in August 1842, in the prime of costume and colouring, that the reader had neither life, in the neighbourhood of Kilkenny, which also time nor inclination to note defects. The very was his birthplace. 'Mr Banim began life as a peculiarities of the Irish dialect and pronunciation miniature-painter ; but, seduced from his profession -though constituting at first a difficulty in perusal, by promptings too strong to be resisted, and by the and always too much persisted in by Mr Banim-success of a tragedy, Damon and Pythias, he early heightened the wild native flavour of the stories, abandoned art, and adopted literature as a profesand enriched them with many new and picturesqué sion; and he will be long remembered as the writer words and phrases. These original and striking of that powerful and painful series of novels, The tales were followed up in 1828 by another Irish O'Hara Tales. Some years previous, the general story, The Croppy, connected with the insurrection sympathy was attracted to Mr Banim's struggle in 1798. 'We paint,' said the author, “from the against the suffering and privation which came in people of a land amongst whom, for the last six the train of disease that precluded all literary exerhundred years, national provocations have never tion; and on that occasion Sir Robert Peel came to ceased to keep alive the strongest and often the the aid of the distressed author, whose latter years worst passions of our nature; whose pauses, during were restored to his native country, and made easy that long lapse of a country's existence, from actual by a yearly pension of £150 from the civil list, to conflict in the field, have been but so many changes which an addition of £40 a year was afterwards into mental strife, and who to this day are held made for the education of his daughter, an only prepared, should the war-cry be given, to rush at child.'* Besides the works we have mentioned, each other's throats, and enact scenes that, in the Mr Banim wrote Boyne Water, and other poetical columns of a newspaper, would shew more terribly pieces; and he contributed largely to the different vivid than any selected by us from former facts, magazines and annuals. The o Hara Tales had for the purposes of candid, though slight illustra- given him a name that carried general attraction to tion.' There was too much of this strong writing' all lovers of light literature; and there are few of in The Croppy, and worse faults were found in the these short and hasty tales that do not contain some prolixity of some of the dialogues and descriptions, traces of his unrivalled Irish power and fidelity of and a too palpable imitation of the style of Sir delineation. In some respects Mr Banim was a Walter Scott in his historical romances. The scenes mannerist: his knowledge extended over a wide peculiarly Irish are, however, written with Mr surface of Irish history and of character, under all Banim's characteristic vigour: he describes the its modifications; but his style and imagination burning of a cabin till we seem to witness the spec- were confined chiefly to the same class of subjects, tacle; and the massacre at Vinegar Hill is portrayed and to a peculiar mode of treating them. Thus with the distinctness of dramatic action. Nanny the consciousness of power in the description of the knitter is also one of his happiest Irish like- unhallowed and unregulated impulse, appears to

The experiment made by the author to draw him often away from contemplating those depict, like Scott, the manners and frivolities of the feelings of a more pleasing kind, to comprehend and higher classes—to draw a sprightly heroine, a maiden to delineate which is so necessary a condition to the aunt, or the ordinary characters and traits of genteel attainment of perfection in his art. Thus the boldsociety-was decidedly a failure. His strength lay ness and minuteness of detail, which give reality to in the cabin and the wild heath, not in the drawing- his frequent scenes of lawlessness and violence, are room. In 1830 Mr Banim published The Denounced, too often forced close on the verge of vulgar honour in three volumes, a work consisting of two tales and melodramatic artifice. To be brief, throughout - The Last Baron of Crana, and The Conformists. the whole of his writings there is a sort of overThe same beautics and defects which characterise strained excitement, a wilful dwelling upon turThe Croppy are seen in The Denounced; but The bulent and unchastened passions, which, as it is a Conformists is a deeply interesting story, and calls forth Mr Banim's peculiarities of description and

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vice most often incident to the workings of real his emotions, and at length caused some expressions genius, more especially of Irish genius, so perhaps it of his pent-up feelings. A loud crackling crash echoed is one which meets with least mercy from well- from his house; a volume of fame, taller and more behaved prosaic people.'* This defect he partially dense than any by which it was preceded, darted up overcame in his later writings. Father Connell is to the heavens; then almost former darkness fell on full of gentle atfectionate feelings and delineation, the hillside; a gloomy red glow alone remained on the and some of his smaller tales are distinguished by objects below; and nothing but thick smoke, dotted great delicacy and tenderness. A life of Banim, with sparks, continued to issue from his dwelling. with extracts from his correspondence-unfolding After everything that could interiorly supply food to a life of constant struggle and exertion—was the flame had been devoured, it was the roof of his old published in 1857, written by Mr P. J. Murray.

house that now fell in.

By the ashes o' my cabin, burnt down before me this

night—an' I stannin' a houseless beggar on the hillside [Description of the Burning of a Croppy's House.] lookin' at id-while I can get an Orangeman's house The smith kept a brooding and gloomy silence; his to take the blaze, an' a wisp to kindle the blaze I'll

up, almost savage yet steadfast glare fastened upon the burn ten houses for that one !' element that, not more raging than his own bosom,

And so asseverating, he recrossed the summit of the devoured his dwelling. Fire bad been set to the house hill, and, followed by Peter Rooney, descended into the in many places within and without; and though at little valley of refuge. first it crept slowly along the surface of the thatch, or only sent out bursting wreaths of vapour from the illustrated by two collections of tales published

The national character of Ireland was further interior, or through the doorway, few minutes elapsed until the whole of the combustible roof was one mass

anonymously, entitled To-day in Ireland, 1825; and of flame, shooting up into the serene air in a spire Yesterday in Ireland, 1829. Though imperfectly of dazzling brilliancy, mixed with vivid sparks, and acquainted with the art of a novelist

, this writer relieved against a background of dark-gray smoke.

is often correct and happy in his descriptions and Sky and earth appeared reddened into common historical summaries. Like Banim, he has ventured ignition with the blaze. The houses around gleamed on the stormy period of 1798, and has been more hotly; the very stones and rocks on the hillside seemed minute than his great rival in sketching the circumportions of fire; and Shawn-a-Gow's bare head and stances of the rebellion. MR EYRE Evans CROWE, herculean shoulders were covered with spreading showers author of a History of France and of The English in of the ashes of his own roof.

Italy and France, a work of superior merit, is the His distended eye fixed, too, upon the figures of the author of these tales. The_Rev. CÆSAR OTWAY, actors in this scene, now rendered fiercely distinct, and of Dublin, in his Sketches of Ireland, and his Tour in their scabbards, their buttons, and their polished black Connaught, &c., has displayed many of the most helmets, bickering redly in the glow, as, at a command valuable qualities of a novelist, without attempting from their captain, they sent up the hillside three shouts the construction of a regular story. His lively style over the demolition of the Croppy's dwelling. But still, and humorous illustrations of the manners of the though his breast heaved, and though wreaths of foam people render his topographical works very pleasant edged his lips, Shawn was silent; and little Peter now as well as instructive reading. Mr Otway was a feared to address a word to him. And other sights keen theologian, a determined anti-Catholic, but and occurrences claimed whatever attention he was able full of Irish feeling and universal kindliness. He to afford. Rising to a pitch of shrillness that over died in March 1842. mastered the cheers of the yeomen, the cries of a man in bodily agony struck on the ears of the listeners on the hill, and looking hard towards a spot brilliantly illuminated, they saw Saunders Smyly vigorously GERALD GRIFFIN, author of some excellent Irish engaged in one of his tasks as disciplinarian to the tales, was born at Limerick on the 12th of December Ballybreehoone cavalry. With much ostentation, his 1803. His first schoolmaster appears to have been instrument of torture was flourished round his head, a true Milesian pedant and original, for one of his and though at every lash the shrieks of the sufferer came advertisements begins: When ponderous pollyloud, the lashes themselves were scarce less distinct. syllables promulgate professional powers !'—and he

A second group challenged the eye. Shawn-a-Gow's boasted of being one of three persons in Ireland who house stood alone in the village. A short distance knew how to read correctly; namely, the Bishop before its door was a lime-tree, with benches contrived of Killaloe, the Earl of Clare, and himself, Mr all round the trunk, upon which, in summer weather, MacEligot! Gerald was afterwards placed under the gossipers of the village used to seat themselves. a private tutor, whence he was removed to attend This tree, standing between our spectators and the a school at Limerick. While a mere youth, le blaze, cut darkly against the glowing objects beyond it; became connected with the Limerick Advertiser and three or four yeomen, their backs turned to the newspaper; but having written a tragedy, he hill

, their faces to the burning house, and consequently migrated to London in his twentieth year, with the their figures also appearing black, seemed busily occu- hope of distinguishing himself in literature and pied in some feat that required the exertion of pulling the drama. Disappointment very naturally followed, with their hands lifted above their heads. Shawn and Gerald betook himself to reporting for the flashed an inquiring glance upon them, and anon a daily press and contributing to the magazines. In human form, still, like their figures, vague and unde- 1825 he succeeded in getting an operatic melodrama fined in blackness, gradually became elevated from the brought out at the English Opera House; and in ground beneath the tree, until its head almost touched 1827 appeared his Holland-Tide, or Munster Popular à projecting branch, and then it remained stationary, Tales, a series of short stories, thoroughly Irish, suspended from that branch. Shawn's rage increased to madness at this sight, from which much might be anticipated.

and evincing powers of observation and description though he did not admit it to be immediately connected fortunate beginning was followed up the same year

This with his more individual causes for wrath. And now came an event that made a climax, for the present, to by Tales of the Munster Festivals, containing Card

Drawing, the Half-Sir, and Suil Dhuv the Coiner, * Westminster Revicu, 1828.

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the talent of the author in depicting the mingled How passed those years I will not say; levity and pathos of the Irish character, rendered

They cannot be by words renewed them exceedingly popular. His reputation was God wash their sinful parts away! still further increased by the publication, in 1829,

And blest be He for all their good. of the Collegians; a Second Series of Tales of the unster Festivals, three volumes, which proved to be

With even mind and tranquil breast the most popular of all his works, and was thought

I left my youthful sister then, by many to place Griffin as an Irish novelist above

And now in sweet religious rest Banim and Carleton. Some of the scenes possess

I see my sister there again. a deep and melancholy interest; for, in awakening terror, and painting the sterner passions and their

Returning from that stormy world, results, Griffin displayed the art and power of a

How pleasing is a sight like this!

To see that bark with canvas furled master. The Collegians,' says a writer in the

Still riding in that port of peace. Edinburgh Review, 'is a very interesting and wellconstructed tale, full of incident and passion. It Oh, darling of a heart that still, is a history of the clandestine union of a young

By earthly joys so deeply trod, man of good birth and fortune with a girl of far At moments bids its owner feel inferior rank, and of the consequences which too

The warmth of nature and of God ! naturally result. The gradual decay of an attachment which was scarcely based on anything better

Still be his care in future years than sensual love the irksomeness of concealment

To learn of thee truth's simple way, -the goadings of wounded pride—the suggestions

And free from foundless hopes or fears, of self-interest, which had been hastily neglected

Serenely live, securely pray. for an object which proves inadequate when gained -all these combining to produce, first, neglect,

And when our Christmas days are past, and lastly, aversion, are interestingly and vividly

And life's vain shadows faint and dim, described. An attachment to another, superior

Oh, be my sister heard at last, both in mind and station, springs up at the same

When her pure hands are raised for him ! time; and to effect a union with her, the unhappy

Christmas, 1830. wife is sacrificed. It is a terrible representation of the course of crime; and it is not only forcibly, His mind, fixed on this subject, still retained but naturally displayed. The characters sometimes its youthful buoyancy and cheerfulness, and he express their feelings with unnecessary energy, made a tour in Scotland, which afforded him the strong emotions are too long dwelt upon, and highest satisfaction and enjoyment. He retired incidents rather slowly developed; but there is no from the world in the autumn of 1838, and joined common skill and power evinced in the conduct of the Christian Brotherhood-whose duty it is to the tale.'. In 1830 Mr Griffin was again in the instruct the poor-in the monastery at Cork. In field with his Irish sketches. Two tales, The Rivals, the second year of his noviciate he was attacked and Tracey's Ambition, were well received, though with typhus fever, and died on the 12th of June improbable in plot and ill arranged in incident. 1840. The author continued his miscellaneous labours for

CARLETON. the press, and published, besides a number of contributions to periodicals, another series of stories, WILLIAM CARLETON, author of Traits and Stories entitled Tales of the Five Senses. These are not of the Irish Peasantry, was born at Prillisk, in the equal to his Munster Tales, but are, nevertheless, parish of Clogher, and county of Tyrone, in the full of fine Irish description and character, and of year 1798. His father was a person in lowly station that dark and touching power' which Mr Carleton -a peasant—but highly and singularly gifted. His assigns as the distinguishing excellence of his memory was unusually retentive, and as a teller of brother-novelist. In 1832 the townsmen of Mr old tales, legends, and historical anecdotes, he was Griffin devolved upon him a very pleasing duty unrivalled ; and his stock of them was inexhaustible. -to wait upon Mr Moore the poet, and request He spoke the Irish and English languages with that he would allow himself to be put in nomination nearly equal fluency. His mother was skilled in for the representation of the city of Limerick in the native music of the country, and possessed the parliament. Mr Moore prudently declined this sweetest and most exquisite of human voices.* honour, but appears to have given a character. She was celebrated for the effect she gave to the istically kind and warm reception to his young Irish cry or ‘keene.' 'I have often been present,' enthusiastic visitor.

says her son, 'when she has “raised the keene” Notwithstanding the early success and growing over the corpse of some relative or neighbour, and reputation of Mr Griffin, he soon became tired of my readers may judge of the melancholy charm the world, and anxious to retreat from its toils and which accompanied this expression of her sympathy, its pleasures. He had been educated in the Roman when I assure them that the general clamour of Catholic faith, and one of his sisters had, about violent grief was gradually diminished, from admirthe year 1830, taken the veil. This circumstance ation, until it became ultimately hushed, and no awakened the poetical and devotional feelings and voice was heard but her own-wailing in sorrowful desires that formed part of his character, and he but solitary beauty. With such parents Carleton grew daily more anxious to quit the busy world for could not fail to imbibe the peculiar feelings and a life of religious duty and service. The following superstitions of his country. His humble home verses, written at this time, are expressive of his was a fitting nursery for Irish genius. His first new enthusiasm :

schoolmaster was a Connaught man, named Pat

Frayne, the prototype of Mat Kavanagh in the Seven dreary winters gone and spent,

Hedge School. He also received some instruction Seven blooming summers vanished too,

* These particulars concerning the personal history of the Since on an eager mission bent,

novelist are contained in his introduction to the last edition of I left my Irish home and you. the Traits and Stories.



from a classical teacher, a tyrannical blockhead' this collection than in the former ; but one genial who settled in the neighbourhood, and it was light-hearted humorous story, The Misfortunes of afterwards agreed to send him to Munster, as a Barney Branagan, was a prodigious favourite. The poor scholar, to complete his education. The poor collection was pronounced by a judicious critic to scholars of Munster are indebted for nothing but be calculated 'for those quiet country haunts where their bed and board, which they receive from the the deep and natural pathos of the lives of the poor parents of the scholars. In some cases a collec- may be best read and taken to heart. Hence Mr tion is made to provide an outfit for the youth Carleton appropriately dedicates his pages to Wordsthus leaving home; but Carleton's own family worth. But they have the fault common to other supplied the funds supposed to be necessary. The modern Irish novels, of an exaggerated display of circumstances attending his departure Mr Carleton the darker vicissitudes of life: none better than the has related in his fine tale, The Poor Scholar. As Rydal philosopher could teach the tale-writer that he journeyed slowly along the road, his superstitious the effect of mists, and rains, and shadows, is lost fears got the better of his ambition to be a scholar, without sun-breaks to relieve the gloom.' In 1845 and stopping for the night at a small inn by the Mr Carleton published another Irish novel, Valentine way, a disagreeable dream determined the home- M'Clutchy, and in 1855 Willey Reilly. A pension of sick lad to return to his father's cottage. His affec-£200 was settled upon the popular Irish novelist. tionate parents were equally joyed to receive him; The great merit of Mr Carleton is the truth and Carleton seems to have done little for some years of his delineations and the apparent artlessness of but join in the sports and pastimes of the people, his stories. If he has not the passionate energy and attend every wake, dance, fair, and merry- or, as he himself has termed it, the melancholy but making in the neighbourhood. In his seventeenth indignant reclamations' of John Banim, he has not year he went to assist a distant relative, a priest, his party prejudices or bitterness. He seems to who had opened a classical school near Glasslough, have formed a fair and just estimate of the character county of Monaghan, where he remained two years. of his countrymen, and to have drawn it as it actuA pilgrimage to the far-famed Lough-derg, or St ally appeared to him at home and abroad—in feud Patrick's Purgatory, excited his imagination, and and in festival-in the various scenes which passed the description of that performance, some years before him in his native district and during his afterwards, not only,' he says, 'constituted my subsequent rambles. In examining into the causes début in literature, but was also the means of pre- which have operated in forming the character of the venting me from being a pleasant strong-bodied peasantry, Mr Carleton alludes to the long want of parish priest at this day ; indeed it was the cause of any fixed system of wholesome education. The changing the whole destiny of my subsequent life.' clergy, until lately, took no interest in the matter, About this time chance threw a copy of Gil Blas in and the instruction of the children—where any his way, and his love of adventure was so stimu- instruction was obtained-was left altogether to lated by its perusal, that he left his native place, hedge-schoolmasters, a class of men who, with few and set off on a visit to a Catholic clergyman in the exceptions, bestowed such an education upon the county of Louth. He stopped with him a fortnight, people as is sufficient almost, in the absence of all and succeeded in procuring a tuition in the house of other causes, to account for much of the agrarian a farmer near Corcreagh. This, however, was a tame violence and erroneous principles which regulate life and a hard one, and he resolved on precipitating their movements and feelings on that and similar himself on the Irish metropolis, with no other guide subjects. The lower Irish, too, he justly remarks, than a certain strong feeling of vague and shapeless were, until a comparatively recent period, treated ambition. He entered Dublin with only 25. 9d. in with apathy and gross neglect by the only class to his pocket. From this period we suppose we must whom they could or ought to look up for sympathy date the commencement of Mr Carleton's literary or protection. Hence those deep-rooted prejudices

In 1830 appeared his Traits and Stories, and fearful crimes which stain the history of a two volumes, published in Dublin, but without the people remarkable for their social and domestic author's name. Mr Carleton, in his preface, 'assures virtues. 'In domestic life,' says Mr Carleton, “there the public, that what he offers is, both in manufac- is no man so exquisitely affectionate and humanised ture and material, genuine Irish; yes, genuine Irish as the Irishman. The national imagination is active, as to character, drawn by one born amidst the scenes and the national heart warm, and it follows very he describes-reared as one of the people whose char- naturally that he should be, and is, tender and acters and situations he sketches-and who can cut strong in all his domestic relations. Unlike the and dress a shillaly as well as any man in his people of other nations, his grief is loud but lasting; majesty's dominions; ay, and use it too; so let the vehement, but deep; and whilst its shadow has been critics take care of themselves.' The critics were chequered by the laughter and mirth of a cheerful unanimous in favour of the Irish sketcher. His disposition, still, in the moments of seclusion, at his account of the northern Irish-the Ulster creachts bed-side prayer, or over the grave of those he loved, -was new to the reading public, and the dark it will put itself forth, after half a life, with a vivid mountains and green vales' of his native Tyrone, of power of recollection which is sometimes almost Donegal, and Derry, had been left untouched by the beyond belief.' A people thus cast in extremesprevious writers on Ireland. A second series of these melancholy and humorous-passionate in affection tales was published by Mr Carleton in 1832, and and in hatred—cherishing the old language, tradiwas equally well received. In 1839 he sent forth a tions, and recollections of their country-their wild powerful Irish story, Fardorougha the Miser, or the music, poetry, and customs—ready, either for good Convicts of Lisnamona, in which the passion of or for evil-such a people certainly affords the avarice is strikingly depicted, without its victim novelist abundant materials for his fictions. The being wholly dead to natural tenderness and affec- field is ample, and it has been richly cultivated. tion. Scenes of broad humour and comic extravagance are interspersed throughout the work. Two years afterwards (1841) appeared The Fawn of

[Picture of an Irish Village and School-house.] Spring Vale, The Clarionet, and other Tales, three The village of Findramore was situated at the foot volumes. There is more of pathetic composition in of a long green hill, the outline of which formed a low



arch, as it rose to the eye against the horizon. This are creating; whilst the loud crow of the cock, as he hill was studded with clumps of beeches, and sometimes confidently flaps his wings on his own dunghill, gives enclosed as a meadow. In the month of July, when the the warning-note for the hour of dinner. grass on it was long, many an hour have I spent in As you advance, you will also perceive several faces solitary enjoyment, watching the wavy motion produced thrust out of the doors, and rather than miss a sight upon its pliant surface by the sunny winds, or the of you, a grotesque visage peeping by a short-cut through flight of the cloud-shadows, like gigantic phantoms, as the paneless windows, or a tattered female flying to they swept rapidly over it, whilst the murmur of the snatch up her urchin that has been tumbling itself rocking trees, and the glancing of their bright leaves heels up in the dust of the road, lest 'the gintleman's in the sun, produced a heartfelt pleasure, the very horse might ride over it;' and if you happen to look memory of which rises in my imagination like some behind, you may observe a shaggy-headed youth in fading recollection of a brighter world.

tattered frize, with one hand thrust indolently in his At the foot of this hill ran a clear deep-banked river, breast, standing at the door in conversation with the bounded on one side by a slip of rich level meadow, inmates, a broad grin of sarcastic ridicule on his face, and on the other by a kind of common for the village in the act of breaking a joke or two upon yourself or geese, whose white feathers during the summer season your horse; or perhaps your jaw may be saluted with lay scattered over its green surface. It was also the a lump of clay, just hard enough not to fall asunder playground for the boys of the village-school; for there as it flies, cast by some ragged gorsoon from behind & ran that part of the river which, with very correct hedge, who squats himself in a ridge of corn to avoid judgment, the urchins had selected as their bathing- detection. place. A little slope or watering-ground in the bank Seated upon a hob at the door, you may observe a brought them to the edge of the stream, where the toilworn man without coat or waistcoat, his red muscubottom fell away into the fearful depths of the whirl- lar sunburnt shoulder peering through the remnant of pool under the hanging oak on the other bank. Well a shirt, mending his shoes with a piece of twisted flax, do I remember the first time I ventured to swim across called a lingel, or perhaps sewing two footless stockings, it, and even yet do I see in imagination the two or martyeens, to his coat, as a substitute for sleeves. bunches of water-flagons on which the inexperienced In the gardens, which are usually fringed with nettles, swimmers trusted themselves in the water.

you will see a solitary labourer, working with that About two hundred yards above this, the boreen* carelessness and apathy that characterise an Irishman which led from the village to the main road crossed when he labours for himself, leaning upon his spade the river by one of those old narrow bridges whose look after you, and glad of any excuse to be idle. arches rise like round ditches across the road an almost The houses, however, are not all such as I have impassable barrier to horse and car. On passing the described— far from it. You see here and there, bridge in a northern direction, you found a range of between the more humble cabins, a stout comfortablelow thatched houses on each side of the road; and if looking farmhouse with ornamental thatching and one o'clock, the hour of dinner, drew near, you might well-glazed windows; adjoining to which is a hay-yard observe columns of blue smoke curling up from a with five or six large stacks of corn, well-trimmed and row of chimneys, some made of wicker-creels plastered roped, and a fine yellow weather-beaten old hayrick, over with a rich coat of mud, some of old narrow half-cut--not taking into account twelve or thirteen bottomless tubs, and others, with a greater appearance circular strata of stones that mark out the foundations of taste, ornamented with thick circular ropes of straw on which others had been raised. Neither is the rich sewed together like bees' skeps with the peel of a brier; smell of oaten or wheaten bread, which the good-wife and many having nothing but the open vent above. is baking on the griddle, unpleasant to your nostrils ; But the smoke by no means escaped by its legitimate nor would the bubbling of a large pot, in which you aperture, for you might observe little clouds of it might see, should you chance to enter, a prodigious bursting out of the doors and windows; the panes of square of fat, yellow, and almost transparent bacon the latter being mostly stopped at other times with tumbling about, to be an unpleasant object; truly, as old hats and rags, were now left entirely open for the it hangs over a large fire, with well-swept hearthstone, purpose of giving it a free escape.

it is in good keeping with the white settle and chairs, Before the doors, on right and left, was a series of and the dresser with noggins, wooden trenchers, and dunghills, each with its concomitant sink of green rotten pewter dishes, perfectly clean, and as well polished as a water; and if it happened that a stout-looking woman French courtier. with watery eyes, and a yellow cap hung loosely upon As you leave the village, you have, to the left, a view her matted locks, came, with a chubby urchin on one of the hill which I have already described, and to the arm and a pot of dirty water in her hand, its uncere- right a level expanse of fertile country, bounded by a monious ejection in the aforesaid sink would be apt good view of respectable) mountains peering decently to send you up the village with your finger and thumb into the sky; and in a line that forms an acute angle --for what purpose you would yourself perfectly under- from the point of the road where you ride, is a delightstand-closely, but not knowingly, applied to your ful valley, in the bottom of which shines a pretty lake; nostrils. But, independently of this, you would be and a little beyond, on the slope of a green hill, rises a apt to have other reasons for giving your horse, whose splendid house surrounded by a park well wooded and heels are by this time surrounded by a dozen of barking stocked with deer. You have now topped the little hill curs, and the same number of shouting urchins, a pretty above the village, and a straight line of level road, a mile sharp touch of the spurs, as well as for complaining long, goes forward to a country town which lies immebitterly of the odour of the atmosphere. It is no diately behind that white church with its spire cutting landscape without figures; and you might notice-if into the sky before you. You descend on the other side, you are, as I suppose you to be, a man of observation and having advanced a few perches, look to the left, in every sink as you pass along, a 'slip of a pig' stretched where you see a long thatched chapel, only distinguished in the middle of the mud, the very beau-idéal of luxury, from a dwellin house by its want of chimneys, and a giving occasionally a long luxuriant grunt, highly small stone cross that stands on the top of the eastern expressive of his enjoyment; or perhaps an old farrower, gable; behind it is a grave-yard, and beside it a snug lying in indolent repose, with half-a-dozen young ones public-house

, well whitewashed; then, to the right, jostling each other for their draught, and punching her you observe a door apparently in the side of a clay bank, belly with their little snouts, reckless of the fumes they which rises considerably above the pavement of the road.

What! you ask yourself, can this be a human habita• A little road.

tion? But ere you have time to answer the question,

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