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will do neither. The man who resolves, but suffers his reso
--the imperial tyrant has invoked a whirlwind to lay waste, lution to be changed by the first counter-suggestion of a for an hour of God's eternal year, some region of society. friend—who fluctuates from opinion to opinion, from plan to But the unamiable—the domestic torturer_has heaped wrong plan—and veers, like a weathercock, to every point of the on wrong and woe on woe, through the whole portion of compass, with every breath of caprice that blows--can never time that was given him, until it would be rash to say that accomplish anything great or useful. Instead of being pro- there are any others more guilty than he. If there be hope gressive in anything, he will be at best stationary, and more or solace for the domestic torturer, it is that there may have probably retrograde, in all. It is only the man who first been tempers about him the opposite of his own. It is matter consults wisely, then resolves firmly, and then executes his of humiliating gratitude that there were some which he could purpose with inflexible perseverance, undismayed by those not ruin, and that he was the medium of discipline by which petty difficulties which daunt a weaker spirit—that can ad- they were exercised in forbearance, in divine forgiveness and vance to eminence in any line. Let us take, by way of illus. love. If there be solace in such an occasional result, let it tration, the case of a student. He commences the study of be made the most of by those who need it; for it is the only the dead languages; but presently a friend comes, and tells possible alleviation to their remorse. Let them accept it as him that he is wasting his time, and that, instead of obsolete the free gift of a mercy which they have insulted, and
a longwords, he had much better employ himself in acquiring new suffering which they have defied.---From Deerbrook, a Tale, by ideas. He changes his plan, and sets to work at the ma- Harriet Martineau. thematics. Then comes another friend, who asks him, with SLANDER AND VINDICATION._ Vindication in some cases a grave and sapient face, whether he intends to become a partakes of the same qualities that Homer ascribes to prayer. professor in a college; because, if he does not, he is mis-Slander, “strong, and sound of wing, flies through the world, employing his time; and that, for the business of life, com- afflicting men ;" but Vindication, lame, wrinkled, and imbecile, mon mathemathics is quite enough of mathematical science for ever seeking its object, and never obtaining it, follows He throws up his Euclid, and addresses himself to some after, only to make the person in whose behalf it is employed other study, which in its turn is again relinquished, on some more completely the scorn of mankind. The charge against equally wise suggestion : and thus life is spent in changing him is heard by thousands, the vindication by few. Wherhis plans. You cannot but perceive the folly of this course; ever Vindication comes, is not the first thing it tells of the and the worse effect of it is, the fixing on your mind a habit unhappy subject of it, that his character has been tarnished, of indecision, sufficient of itself to blast the fairest prospects. his integrity suspected—that base motives and vile actions No-take your course wisely, but firmly: and having taken have been imputed to him—that he has been scoffed at by it, hold upon it with heroic resolution; and the Alps and some, reviled by others, and looked at askance by all ? Yes ; Pyrenees will sink before you—the whole empire of learning the worst thing I would wish to my worst enemy is, that his will lie at your feet ; while those who set out with you, but character should be the subject of vindication. And what is the stopped to change their plans, are yet employed in the very well-known disposition of mankind in this particular? All profitable business of changing their plans. Let your motto love the scandal. It constitutes a tale that seizes upon the be Perseverance. Practise upon it, and you will be convinced curiosity of our species; it has something deep and obscure, and of its value by the distinguished eminence to which it will mysterious in it; it has been whispered from man to man, and conduct you.- Wirt's Essays.
communicated by winks, and nods, and shrugs, the shaking ILL TEMPER.--Mankind are ignorant enough, both in the of the head, and the speaking motion of the finger. But mass, about general interests, and individually, about the Vindication is poor, and dry, and cold, and repulsive. It things which belong to their peace; but of all mortals none rests in detections and distinctions, explanations to be given to perhaps are so awfully self-deluded as the unamiable. They the meaning of a hundred phrases, and the setting right whatdo not, any more than others, sin for the sake of sinning; but ever belongs to the circumstances of time and place. What by. the amount of woe caused by their selfish unconsciousness is stander will bend himself to the drudgery of thoroughly appresuch as may well make their weakness an equivalent for other ciating it? Add to which, that all men are endowed with the men's gravest crimes. There are great diversities of hiding-levelling principle, as with an instinct. Scandal includes in it, places for their consciences—many mansions in the dim prison as an element, that change of fortune which is required by the of discontent ; but it may be doubted whether, in the hour critic from the writer of an epic poem or a tragedy. The when all shall be uncovered to the eternal day, there will be person respecting whom a scandal is propagated is of suffi. revealed a lower deep than the hell which they have made. cient importance, at least in the eyes of the propagator and They perhaps are the only order of evil ones who suffer hell the listener, to be made a subject for censure. He is found, without seeing and knowing that it is hell. But they are un- or he is erected into, an adequate centre of attack; he is first der a heavier curse even than this; they inflict torments, se- set up as a statue to be gazed at, that he may afterwards be cond only to their own, with an unconsciousness almost worthy thrown down and broken to pieces, crumbled into dust, and of spirits of light. While they complacently conclude them- made the prey of all the winds of heaven. - Godwin's selves the victims of others, or pronounce that they are too Manderille. singular, or too refined, for common appreciation, they are The weather is not a safe topic of discourse; your company putting in motion an enginery of torture whose aspect will may be hippish: nor is health; your associate may be a hy. one day blast their minds sight. The dumb groans of their pochondriac: nor is money; you may be suspected as a borvictims will sooner or later return upon their ears from the rower.-Zimmerman. heights of the heaven to which the sorrows of men daily ascend. When all is done, human life is at the best but like a fro. The spirit sinks under the prospect of the retribution of the ward child, that must be played with and humoured a little unamiable ; if there be indeed an eternal record.—an impress to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over. on some one or other human spirit of every chilling frown, --Sir W. Temple. of every querulous tone, of every bitter jest, of every insulting Time runs on, and when youth and beauty vanish, a fine word-of all abuses of that tremendous power which mind has lady, who had never entertained a thought into which an over mind. The throbbing pulses, the quivering nerves, the admirer did not enter, finds in herself a lamentable void. wrung hearts, that surround the unamniable—what “a cloud The poorest of all family goods are indolent females. If of witnesses" is here ! and what plea shall avail against them? a wife knows nothing of domestic duties beyond the parlour The terror of innocents who should know no fear-the vin- or the boudoir, she is a dangerous partner in these times of dictive emotions of dependents who dare not complain—the pecuniary uncertainty, faintness of heart of life-long companions—the anguish of Friendship, love, and piety, ought to be handled with a sort
a those who love--the unha exultation of those who hate-of mysterious secrecy ; they ought to be spoken of only in the what an array of judges is here! and where can an appeal be rare moments of perfect confidence-to be mutually underlodged against their sentence? Is pride of singularity a ra- stood in silence. Many things are too delicate to be thoughttional plea ? Is super-refinement, or circumstance from God, many more to be spoken. or uncongeniality in man, a sufficient ground of appeal, when the refinement of one is a grace granted for the luxury of all, Printed and published every Saturday by Gunn and CAMERON, at the Office when circumstance is given to be conquered, and uncongenia- of the General Advertiser, No. 6, Church Lane, College Green, Dublin.lity is appointed for discipline? The sensualist has brutified Agents :--R. GROOMBRIDGE, Panyer Alley, Paternoster Row, London ; the seraphic nature with which he was endowed--the depre- Simms and DINHAM, Exchange Street, Manchester ; C. Davies, North dator has intercepted the rewards of toil, marred the image
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The subject of our prefixed illustration is one of no small was certified by Sir Josias Bodley, a fair house or castle, the interest, whether considered as a fine example--for Ireland— front whereof is eighty feet in length and twenty-eight feet of the domestic architecture of the reign of James I, or as an in breadth from outside to outside, two cross ends fifty feet historical memorial of the fortunes of the illustrious family in length and twenty-eight feet in breadth : the walls are whose name it bears—the noble house of Charlemont, of which five feet thick at the bottom, and four at the top, very good it was the original residence. It is situated near the village cellars under ground, and all the windows are of hewn stone. of the same name, in the parish of Donaghmore, barony of Between the two cross ends there goeth a wall, which is Dungannon, and about three miles west of Dungannon, the eighteen feet high, and maketh a small court within the county town.
building. This work at this time is but thirteen feet high, Castle-Caulfield owes its erection to Sir Toby Caulfield, af- and a number of men at work for the sudden finishing of it. terwards Lord Charlemont—a distinguished English soldier There is also a strong bridge over the river, which is of who had fought in Spain and the Low Countries in the reign lime and stone, with strong buttresses for the supporting of it. of Queen Elizabeth, and commanded a company of one And to this is joined a good water-mill for corn, all built hundred and fifty men in Ireland in the war with O'Neill, of lime and stone. This is at this time the fairest building Earl of Tyrone, at the close of her reign. For these ser- I have seen. Near unto this Bawne there is built a town, in vices he was rewarded by the Queen with a grant of which there is fifteen English families, who are able to make part of Tyrone's estate, and other lands in the province of twenty men with arms." Ulster ; and on King James's accession to the British crown, The ruins of this celebrated mansion seem to justify the was honoured with knighthood, and made governor of the opinion expressed by Pynnar, that it was the fairest building fort of Charlemont, and of the counties of Tyrone and Armagh. he had seen, that is, in the counties of the plantation, for At the plantation of Ulster he received further grants of lands, there are no existing remains of any house erected by the and among them 1000 acres called Ballydonnelly, or O'Don- English or Scottish undertakers equal to it in architectural nelly's town, in the barony of Dungannon, on which, in 1614, style. It received, however, from the second Lord Charlehe commenced the erection of the mansion subsequently called mont, the addition of a large gate-house with towers, and also Castle-Caulfield. This mansion is described by Pynnar in his of a strong keep or donjon. Survey of Ulster in 1618-19, in the following words :
From the ancient maps of Ulster of Queen Elizabeth's time, "Sir Toby Caulfield hath one thousand acres called Bally- preserved in the State Paper Office, Castle-Caulfield appears donnell (recte Ballydonnelly), whereunto is added beside what I to have been erected on the site of a more ancient castle or
fort, called Fort O'Donallie, from the chief of the ancient Irish districts, that have had more power to stir my spirit than the family of O'Donghaile or O'Donnelly, whose residence it was, lauded and typographed, the versified and pictured magnifipreviously to the confiscation of the northern counties; and cence of Killarney or of Cumberland, of Glendalough or of the small lake in its vicinity was called Lough O'Donallie. Lomond. It may have been perverseness of taste, or the fitThis family of O'Donnelly were a distinguished branch of the ness of mood, or the influence of circumstance, but I have Kinel-Owen, or northern Hy-Niall race, of which the O'Neills been filled with a feeling of the beautiful when wandering were the chiefs in the sixteenth century; and it was by one of among noteless and almost nameless localities to which I have the former that the celebrated Shane or John O'Neill, sur- been a stranger, when standing amid the most boasted beaunamed the proud, and who also bore the cognomen of Donghail- ties with the appliances of hand-book and of guide, with apach, or the Donnellian, was fostered, as appears from the petite prepared, and sensibilities on the alert. It is I suppose following entry in the Annals of the Four Masters, at the partly because the power of beauty being relative, a high year 1531 :
pitch of expectancy requires a proportionate augmentation of “ Ballydonnelly was assaulted by Niall Oge, the son of Art, excellence, and partly because the tincture of contrariety in who was the son of Con O'Neill. He demolished the castle, our nature ever inclines us to enact the perverse critic, when and having made a prisoner of the son of O'Neill, who was called on to be the implicit votary. This in common with the foster-son of O'Donnelly, he carried him off, together with most others I have often felt, but rarely more so than during several horses and the other spoils of the place.”
a casual residence some short time since among the little celeWe have felt it necessary to state the preceding facts rela- brated, and therefore perhaps a little more charming, mountive to the ancient history of Ballydonnelly, or Castle-Caulfield, tain scenery of the county, which either has been, or might as it is now denominated, because an error of Pynnar's, in be, called Leitrim of the Lakes; for a tract more pleasantly writing the ancient name as Ballydonnell - not Ballydon- diversified with well-set sheets of water, it would I think be nelly, as it should have been-has been copied by Lodge, difficult to name. Almost every hill you top has its still and Archdall
, and all subsequent writers ; some of whom have solitary tarn, and almost every amphitheatre you enter, enfallen into a still more serious mistake, by translating the compasses its wild and secluded lake—not seldom bearing on name as “the town of O'Donnell," thus attributing the its placid bosom some little islet, linked with the generations ancient possession of the locality to a family to whom it past, by monastic or castellated ruins, as its seclusion or its never belonged. That Ballydonnelly was truly, as we have strength may have invited the world-wearied anchorite to stated, the ancient name of the place, and that it was contemplation, or the predatory chieftain to defence. the patrimonial residence of the chief of that ancient fami- On such a remote and lonely spot I lately chanced to alight, ly, previously to the plantation of Ulster, must be suffici- in the course of a long summer day's ramble among the heights ently indicated by the authorities we have already addu- and hollows of that lofty range which for a considerable ced; but if any doubt on this fact could exist, it would be space abuts upon the borders of Sligo and Roscommon. The removed by the following passage in an unpublished Irish ground was previously unknown to me, and with all the zest MS. Journal of the Rebellion of 1641, in our own posses- which novelty and indefiniteness can impart, I started stati sion, from which it appears that, as usual with the repre- in hand with the early sun, and ere the mists had melted from sentatives of the dispossessed Irish families on the breaking the purple beather of their cloud-like summits, was drawing out of that unhappy confliot, the chief of the O'Donnellys pure and balmy breath within the lonely magnificence of the seized upon the Castle-Caulfield mansion as of right his hills. About noon, as I was casting about for some pre
eminently happy spot to fling my length for an hour or two's re“ October 1641. Lord Caulfield's castle in Ballydonnelly pose, I reached the crest of a long gradual ascent that had been (Baile I Donghoile) was taken by Patrick Moder (the gloomy) some time tempting me to look what lay beyond; and surely O'Donnelly."
enough I found beauty sufficient to dissolve my weariness, had The Lord Charlemont, with his family, was at this time ab- it been tenfold multiplied, and to allay my pulse, had it throbbed sent from his home in command of the garrison of Charle- with the vehemence of fever. An oblong valley girdled a mont, and it was not his fate ever to see it afterwards ; he lovely lake on every side ; here with precipitous impending was treacherously captured in his fortress about the same cliffs, and there with grassy slopes of freshest emerald that period by the cruel Sir Phelim O'Neill, and was barbarously seemed to woo the dimpling waters to lave their loving marmurdered while under his protection, if not, as seems the gins, and, as if moved with a like impulse, the little wavelets fact, by his direction, on the 1st of March following. Nor met the call with the gentle dalliance of their ebb and flow. was this costly and fairest house of its kind in “ the north” | A small wooded island, with its fringe of willows trailing in ever after inhabited by any of his family; it was burned the water, stood about a furlong from the hither side, and in in those unhappy “troubles,” and left the melancholy, though the centre of its tangled brake, my elevation enabled me to picturesque memorial of sad events which we now see it. descry what I may call the remnants of a ruin-for so far had
P. it gone in its decay-here green, there grey, as the moss, the
ivy, or the pallid stains of time, had happened to prevail. A THE LAKE OF THE LOVERS,
wild duck, with its half-fledged clutch, floated fearless from its sedgy shore. More remote, a fishing heron stood motion
less on a stone, intent on its expected prey; and the only other How many lovely spots in this our beautiful country are animated feature in the quiet scene was a fisherman who had never embraced within those pilgrimages after the picturesque, just moored his little boat, and having settled his tackle, was which numbers periodically undertake, rather to see what is slinging his basket on his arm and turning upward in the di. known to many, and therefore should be so to them, than to rection where I lay. I watched the old man toiling up the visit nature, for her own sweet sake, in her more devious and steep, and as he drew nigh, hailed him, as I could not suffer undistinguished haunts ! For my part, I am well pleased that him to pass without learning at least the name, if it had one, the case stands thus. I love to think that I am treading upon of this miniature Amhara. Ile readily complied, and placing ground unsullied by the footsteps of the now numerous tribe his fish-basket on the ground, seated himself beside it, not of mere professional peripatetics--that my eyes are wander- unwilling to recover his breath and recruit his scanty stock ing over scenery, the freshness of which has been impaired by of strength almost expended in the ascent. ““ We call it," no transfer to the portfolio of the artist or the tablets of the said he in answer to my query, “the Lake of the Ruin, or poetaster : that, save the scattered rustic residents, there is sometimes, to such as know the story, the Lake of the Lovers, no human link to connect its memorials with the days of old, after the two over whom the tombstone is placed inside yon and, save their traditionary legends, no story to tell of its mouldering walls. It is an old story. My grandfather told fortunes in ancient times. The sentiment is no doubt selfish me, when a child, that he minded his grandfather telling it as wel, as anti-utilitarian; but then I must add that it is only to him, and for anything he could say, it might have come occasional, and will so far be pardoned by all who know how down much farther. Had I time, l'a be proud to tell it to delightful it is to take refuge in the indulgent twilight of tra- your honour, who seems a stranger in these parts, for it's not dition from the rugged realities of recorded story. At all over long; but I have to go to the Ilall, and that's five long events, a rambler in any of our old, and especially mountainous miles off, with my fish for dinner, and little time you'll say tracts, will rarely lack abundant aliment for his thus modified have to spare, though it be down hill nearly all the way.” It sense of beauty, sublimity, or antiquarian fascination; and scenes would have been too bad to allow such a well-met chronicler have unexpectedly opened upon me in the solitudes of the hills to pass unpumped, and, putting more faith in the attractions and lakes of some almost untrodden and altogether unwritten of my pocket than of my person, I produced on the instant
A LEGEND OF LEITRIM.
my luncheon-case and flask, and handing him a handsome dogs espied it, and, recking little of the spiritual in its appearhalf of the contents of the former, made pretty sure of his ance, bounded after it in pursuit. With a slight scream that company for a time, by keeping the latter in my own posses. proclaimed it feminine as well as human, the figure fled, and sion till I got him regularly launched in the story, when, to the youth had much to do both with legs and lungs to reach quicken at once his recollection and his elocution, I treated her in time to preserve her from the rough respects of his unhim to an inspiring draught. When he had told his tale, he gallant escort. Beautiful indignation lightened from the dark left me with many thanks for the refection ; and I descending eyes and sat on the pouting lip of Norah M.Diarmod--for it to his boat, entered it, and with the aid of a broken oar con- was the chieftain's daughter — as she turned disdainfully trived to scull myself over to the island, the scene of the final towards him. fortunes of Connor O'Rourke and Norah M‘Diarmod, the “ Is it the bravery of an O'Rourke to hunt a woman with faithful-hearted but evil-fated pair who were in some sort per- his dogs? Young chief
, you stand upon the ground of M'Diarpetuated in its name. There, in sooth, within the crumbled mod, and your name from the lips of her"-she stopped, for walls, was the gravestone which covered the dust of him the she had time to glance again upon his features, and had no brave and her the beautiful ; and seating myself on the frag- longer heart to upbraid one who owned a countenance so handment of a sculptured capital, that showed how elaborately some and so gallant, so eloquent of embarrassment as well as reared the ruined edifice had been, I bethought me how poorly admiration. man's existence shows even beside the work of his own hands, Her tone of asperity and wounded pride declined into a murand endeavoured for a time to make my thoughts run parallel mur of acquiescence as she hearkened to the apologies and des with the history of this once-venerated but now forsaken, and, precations of the youth, whose gallantry and feats had so often save by a few, forgotten structure ; but finding myself fail in rung in her ears, though his person she had but casually seen, the attempt, settled my retrospect on that brief period wherein and his voice she had never before heard. The case stood it was identified with the two departed lovers whose story I similar with Connor. He had often listened to the praises of had just heard, and which, as I sat by their lowly sepulchre, Norah's beauty; he had occasionally caught distant glimpses I again repeated to myself.
of her graceful figure; and the present sight, or after recolThis lake, as my informant told me, once formed a part of lection, often mitigated his feelings to her hostile clan, and, to the boundary between the possessions of O'Rourke the Left- his advantage, the rugged old chief was generally associated handed and M‘Diarmod the Dark-faced, as they were respec- with the lovely dark-eyed girl who was his only child. tively distinguished, two small rival chiefs, petty in property Such being their respective feelings, what could be the rebut pre-eminent in passion, to whom a most magnificent mu- sult of their romantic rencounter? They were both young, tual hatred had been from generations back “bequeathed from generous children of nature, with hearts fraught with the unbleeding sire to son”-a legacy constantly swelled by accru- hacknied feelings of youth and inexperience: they had drunk ing outrages, for their paramount pursuits were plotting each in sentiment with the sublimities of their mountain homes, and other's detriment or destruction, planning of parrying plun- were fitted for higher things than the vulgar interchange of dering inroads, inflicting or avenging injuries by open violence animosity and contempt. Of this they soon were conscious, or secret subtlety, as seemed more likely to promote their and they did not separate until the stars began to burn above purposes. At the name of an O'Rourke, M Diarmod would them, and not even then, before they had made arrangements clutch his battle-axe, and brandish it as if one of the detested for at least another-one more secret interview. The islet clan were within its sweep: and his rival, nothing behind in possessed a beautiful fitness for their trysting place, as being hatred, would make the air echo to his deep-drawn impreca- | accessible from either side, and little obnoxious to observation ; tion on M‘Diarmod and all his abominated breed when any and many a moonlight meeting—for the one was inevitably thing like an opportunity was afforded him. Their retainers multiplied_had these children of hostile fathers, perchance on of course shared the same spirit of mutual abhorrence, exag- the very spot on which my eyes now rested, and the unbroken gerated indeed, if that were possible, by their more frequent stillness around had echoed to their gladsome greetings or exposure to loss in cattle and in crops, for, as is wont to be their faltering farewells. Neither dared to divulge an interthe case, the cottage was incontinently ravaged when the course that would have stirred to frenzy the treasured rancour stronghold was prudentially respected. O'Rourke had a son, of their respective parents, each of whom would doubtless an only one, who promised to sustain or even raise the repu- have preferred a connexion with a blackamoor_if such were tation of the clan, for the youth knew not what it was to then in circulation—to their doing such grievous despite to blench before flesh and blood-his feet were ever foremost in that ancient feud which as an heirloom had been transmitted the wolf-hunt or the foray, and in agility, in valour, or in from ancestors whose very names they scarcely knew. M‘Diarvigour, none within the compass of a long day's travel could mod the Dark-faced was at best but a gentle tiger even to his stand in comparison with young Connor O'Rourke. Detesta- only child; and though his stern cast-iron countenance would tion of the M.Diarmods had been studiously instilled from in- now and then relax beneath her artless blandishments, yet fancy, of course; but although the youth's cheek would flush even with the lovely vision at his side, he would often grimly and his heart beat high when any perilous adventure was the deplore that she had not been a son, to uphold the name and theme, yet, so far at least, it sprang more from the love of inherit the headship of the clan, which on his demise would prowess and applause than from the deadly hostility, that probably pass from its lineal course; and when he heard of thrilled in the pulses of his father and his followers. In the the bold bearing of the heir of O'Rourke, he thought he read necessary intervals of forbearance, as in seed-time, harvest, or therein the downfall of the M'Diarmods when he their chief other brief breathing-spaces, he would follow the somewhat was gone. With such ill-smothered feelings of discontent analogous and bracing pleasures of the chase; and often would he could not but in some measure repulse the filial regards of the wolf or the stag—for shaggy forests then clothed these Norah, and thus the confiding submission that would have bare and desert hills—fall before his spear or his dogs, as he sprung to meet the endearments of his love, was gradually refleetly urged the sport afoot. It chanced one evening that in fused to the inconsistencies of his caprice; and the maiden in the ardour of pursuit he had followed a tough, long-winded her intercourse with her proscribed lover rarely thought of stag into the dangerous territory of M.Diarmod. The chase her father, except as one from whom it should be diligently had taken to the water of the lake, and he with his dogs had concealed. plunged in after in the hope of heading it; but having failed But unfortunately this was not to be. One of the night in this, and in the hot flush of a hunter's blood scorning to marauders of his clan chanced in an evil hour to see Connor turn back, he pressed it till brought down within a few spear. O'Rourke guiding his coracle to the island, and at the same casts of the M.Diarmod's dwelling, Proud of having killed time a cloaked female push cautiously from the opposite his venison under the very nose of the latter, he turned home-shore for the same spot. Surprised, he crouched among the ward with rapid steps ; for, the fire of the chase abated, he fern till their landing and joyous greeting put all doubt of felt how fatal would be the discovery of his presence, and was their friendly understanding to flight; and then, thinking only thinking with complacency upon the wrath of the old chief on of revenge or ransom, the unsentimental scoundrel hurried hearing of the contemptuous feat, when his eye was arrested round the lake to M.Diarmod, and informed him that the son by a white figure moving slowly in the shimmering mists of of his mortal foe was within his reach. The old man leaped nightfall by the margin of the lake. Though insensible to from his couch of rushes at the thrilling news, and, standing the fear of what was carnal and of the earth, he was very far on his threshold, uttered a low gathering-cry, which speedily from being so to what savoured of the supernatural, and, with brought a dozen of his more immediate retainers to his prea slight ejaculation half of surprise and half of prayer, he was As he passed his daughter's apartment, he for the about changing his course to give it a wider berth, when his first time asked himself who can the woman be ? and at the
same moment almost casually glanced at Norah's chamber, to Remorse reached the rugged hearts even of those who had so see that all there was quiet for the night. A shudder of vague ruthlessly dealt by them; and as they looked on their goodly terror ran through his sturdy frame as his eye fell on the low forms, thus cold and senseless by a common fate, the rudest open window. He thrust in his head, but no sleeper drew felt that it would be an impious and unpardonable deed to do breath within ; he re-entered the house and called aloud upon violence to their memory, by the separation of that union which his daughter, but the echo of her name was the only answer. death itself had sanctified. Thus were they laid in one grave; A kerp coming up put an end to the search, by telling that and, strange as it may appear, their fathers, crushed and subhe had seen his young mistress walking down to the water's dued, exhausted even of resentment by the overwhelming stroke edge about an hour before, but that, as she had been in the -for nothing can quell the stubborn spirit like the extremity of habit of doing so by night for some time past, he had thought sorrow_crossed their arms in amity over their remains, and but little of it. The odious truth was now revealed, and, grief wrought the reconciliation which even centuries of time, trembling with the sudden gust of fury, the old chief with dif- that great pacificator, had failed to do. ficulty rushed to the lake, and, filling a couple of boats with The westering sun now warning me that the day was on his men, told them to pull for the honour of their name and the wane, I gave but another look to the time-worn tombfor the head of the O'Rourke's first-born.
stone, another sigh to the early doom of those whom it enDuring this stormy prelude to a bloody drama, the doomed closed, and then, with a feeling of regret, again left the little but unconscious Connor was sitting secure within the dilapi- island to its still, unshared, and pensive loneliness. dated chapel by the side of her whom he had won.
Her quickened ear first caught the dip of an oar, and she told her lover ; but he said it was the moaning of the night breeze
ANCIENT IRISH LITERATURE_No. IV. through the willows, or the ripple of the water among the The composition which we have selected as our fourth specistones, and went on with his gentle dalliance. A few minutes, men of the ancient literature of Ireland, is a poem, more rehowever, and the shock of the keels upon the ground, the markable, perhaps, for its antiquity and historical interest, tread of many feet, and the no longer suppressed cries of the than for its poetic merits, though we do not think it altogether M.Diarmods, warned him to stand on his defence; and as he deficient in those. It is ascribed, apparently with truth, to sprang from his seat to meet the call, the soft illumination of the celebrated poet Mac Liag, the secretary of the renowned love was changed with fearful suddenness into the baleful monarch Brian Boru, who, as our readers are aware, fell at fire of fierce hostility.
the battle of Clontarf in 1014; and the subject of it is a lamen"My Norah, leave me ; you may by chance be rudely han- tation for the fallen condition of Kincora, the palace of that dled in the scuffle."
monarch, consequent on his death. The terrified but faithful girl fell upon his breast.
The decease of Mac Liag, whose proper name was Muir“ Connor, your fate is mine ; hasten to your boat, if it be cheartach, is thus recorded in the Annals of the Four Mas. not yet too late."
ters, at the
1015 :An iron-shod hunting pole was his only weapon; and using “ Mac Liag, i. e. Muirkeartach, son of Conkeartach, at this it with his right arm, while Norah hung upon his left, he time laureate of Ireland, died." sprang without further parley through an aperture in the wall, A great number of his productions are still in existence; and made for the water. But his assailants were upon him, but none of them have obtained a popularity so widely extended the M.Diarmod himself with upraised battle-axe at their head. as the poem before us.
“ Spare my father,” faltered Norah ; and Connor, with a Of the palace of Kincora, which was situated on the banks mercifully directed stroke, only dashed the weapon from the of the Shannon, near Killaloe, there are at present no vestiges. old man's hand, and then, clearing a passage with a vigorous sweep, accompanied with the well-known charging cry, before LAMENTATION OF MAC LIAG FOR KINCORA. which they had so often quailed, bounded through it to the water's brink. An instant, and with her who was now more
A Chinn-copadh caidhi Brian ? than his second self, he was once more in his little boat ; but, Oh, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great ? alas ! it was aground, and so quickly fell the blows against And where is the beauty that once was thine ? him, that he dare not adventure to shove it off. Letting Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate Norah slip from his hold, she sank backwards to the bottom At the seast in thy halls, and drank the red wine ? of the boat ; and then, with both arms free, he redoubled his
Where, oh, Kincora ? efforts, and after a short but furious struggle succeeded in
Oh, where, Kincora! are thy valorous lords? getting the little skiff afloat. Maddened at the sight, the old
Oh, whither, thou Hospitable ! are they gone? chief rushed breast-deep into the water ; but his right arm Oh, where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords ?* had been disabled by a casual blow, and his disheartened
And where are the warriors that Brian led on? followers feared, under the circumstances, to come within
Where, oh, Kincora? range of that well-wielded club. But a crafty one among them had already seized on a safer and surer plan. He had
And where is Morogh, the descendant of kingsclambered up an adjacent tree, armed with a heavy stone, and
The defeater of a hundred—the daringly brave
Who set but slight store by jewels and ringsnow stood on one of the branches above the devoted boat, and summoned him to yield, if he would not perish. The young
Who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave ? chief's renewed exertions were his only answer.
Where, oh, Kincora ? “Let him escape, and your head shall pay for it,” shouted And where is Donogh, King Brian's worthy son ? the infuriated father.
And where is Conaing, the Beautiful Chief? The fellow hesitated. “ My young mistress ?".
And Kian, and Corc? Alas! they are gone“ There are enough here to save her, if I will it. Down They have left me this night alone with my grief ! with the stone, or by the blood
Left me, Kincora! He needed not to finish the sentence, for down at the word And where are the chiefs with whom Brian went forth, it came, striking helpless the youth's right arm, and shivering The never-vanquished son of Evin the Brave, the frail timber of the boat, which filled at once, and all The great King of Onaght, renowned for his worth, went down. For an instant an arm re-appeared, feebly beat- And the hosts of Baskinn, from the western wave? ing the water in vain—it was the young chief's broken one:
Where, oh, Kincora ? the other held his Norah in its embrace, as was seen by her
Oh, where is Duvlann of the Swiftfooted Steeds ? white dress flaunting for a few moments on and above the And where is Kian, who was son of Molloy ? troubled surface. The lake at this point was deep, and
And where is King Lonergan, the fame of whose deeds though there was a rush of the M.Diarmods towards it, yet In the red battle-field no time can destroy ? in their confusion they were but awkward aids, and the flut
Where, oh, Kincora ? tering ensign that marked the fatal spot had sunk before they
And where is that youth of majestic height, reached it. The strength of Connor, disabled as he was by his broken limb, and trammelled by her from whom even the
The faith-keeping Prince of the Scots ? Even he, final struggle could not dissever him, had failed ; and with
As wide as his fame was, as great as was his might, her he loved locked in his last embrace, they were after a
Was tributary, oh, Kincora, to me! time recovered from the water, and laid side by side upon the
Me, oh, Kincora ! bank, in all their touching, though, alas, lifeless beauty! Ccolg noor, of the swords of gold, i. e. of the gold-hilted swords.