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DUN-GARBRY CASTLE, COUNTY OF LEITRIM. The Castle of Dun-garbry, or properly Dun-cairbré, signi- | Mac. Clanchy, heir-apparent to the chieftainship of Dartree, fying the Dun or Fort of Cairbre, is situated on a hill, on the died in that year in Dun-cairbre.”. south side, and not far from the mouth, of the Drowis, or It may be proper to state that there are in Ireland two perDrobhaois—a river very celebrated in Irish history—and the fectly distinct families of the name Mac Clanchy, or, as it is now estuary of the beautiful Lough Melvin, in the lower part of more usually witten, Clancey ; first, the family of Thomond the county of Leitrim, bordering on the county of Sligo. or Clare, some of whom were hereditary Brebons or judges to Though marked on the maps made in the reign of Elizabeth the O'Briens, and who were a branch of the Macnamaras ; as an important fortress, its ruins are now but inconsiderable, and, secondly, the family of Dartree, who were hereditary and consist only of a side wall perforated by an arched door chiefs of that district from a very remote period. way. But trivial as these vestiges are, they impart some The notices of the chiefs of this family, as preserved in the historic interest to scenery of the most delightful character Irish Annals from the twelfth till the seventeenth century, by which it is surrounded, and are valuable as a memorial of will serve to convey a very vivid impression of the insecurity an ancient Irish family, once of great rank in the county, of life resulting from the unsettled state of society, and its though now reduced to utter decay, at least in their original retrogression towards absolute barbarism during this unlocality.

happy period of our history, and will teach us also to appreDun-garbry Castle was erected by the chief of the Mac- ciate the blessings we derive from the progress which civiliClanchys, or correctly Mac-Fhlannchadha, a sept or clan who zation has made within the last century. possessed the ancient district called Dartree, the present ba- 1241. Donnell Mac Clanchy, chief of Dartree, died. rony of Rossclogher, and of which the Castle of Rossclogher, 1274. Cathal Mac Clanchy, chief of Dartree, died. situated on an island in Lough Melvin, was their chief resi- 1278. Gillchreest Mac Clanchy, chief of Dartree, was slain. dence. The name of its founder and the date of its erection 1301. William (the son of Cathal) Mac Clanchy, chief of are not preserved ; but the latter may with probability be Dartree, was slain. referred to a period anterior to the reign of Henry VIII., as 1303. Murtogh Mac Clanchy, chief of Dartree, was slain. the Annals of the Four Masters record at the year 1538, that 1337. Teige (the son of William) Mac Clanchy, chief of “Cahir (the son of Feradach, the son of William), the son of Dartree, was slain by O'Conor,

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1349. Hugh Mac Clancby, chief of Dartree, and Gillchreest and to whom, at some distant period, he intended to confide Mac Clanchy, were slain.

the entire, as a legacy richer than the hoarded treasures of a 1366. Cathal (the son of Teige) Mac Clanchy, chief of miser; nay, more valuable than even the philosopher's stone. Dartree, was slain.

William Collins (for such was his name) was a fine-looking 1418. Teige (the son of Cathal) Mac Clanchy, chief of young fellow, standing about five feet ten inches in height, and Dartree, died in a monastery.

possessed of a light, active, muscular, and admirably propor1420. Cathal (the son of Teige) Mac Clanchy, chief of tioned figure; indeed, Sally was known to have told her female Dartree, and Hugh boy (or the yellow) Mac Clanchy, were friend in the strictest confidence that William had the brightest slain in their own house, about the festival of St Bridget, by pair of eyes, and the handsomest brown curls, that young man their own kinsmen Teige, Maurice, and Henry.

could well be vain of. William, on the other hand, could find 1421. Cathal O'Rourke and his sons made a nocturnal at- no language sufficiently comprehensive to express his ideas of tack on Mac Clanchy on Iniskeen, an island of Lough Mel. Sally's beauty; and as for her good qualities, her temper, her vin, and the guards of the lake delivered up the boats of the cheerfulness, her sweet-toned merry laugh—to describe them lake to them. They took young Mac Clanchy prisoner, and was quite an impossibility. The fact was, they were both possessed themselves of Lough Melvin and its castle. Five young, both amiable, both warm-hearted, and very naturally of the sons of Mac Clanchy, and a great number of the men both lovers! Yet poor old Jerry never dreamed what the of Dartree, were slain by them, and the remainder of the sons real state of the case was. Wonderful as was his penetration, of Mac Clanchy went after that into Carbury.

deep as was his knowledge, and great as was his skill in all 1532. Turlogh, the son of Mac Clanchy, was slain by his matters appertaining to the building of a boat, in affairs of the own two brothers in the doorway of the mansion of Mac heart he was blind and stupid as a mole. He, honest simpleClanchy. In revenge of this murder, Brien O'Rourke de ton, could never dream that Sally's frequent intrusions into the stroyed a great portion of Dartree.

work-yard could be attributed to aught else than that most 1536. Mac Clanchy (Feradach, the son of William, the natural spirit of curiosity common to young people who deson of Teige), chief of Dartree, died. He was a charitable sired to witness the interesting process of a delightful and and humane man.

important art! Besides, Jerry never wore his spectacles with1578. Mac Clanchy (Cathal Duff, the son of Feradach), in doors; and, therefore, it must be presumed he never saw chief of Dartree, died, and his son Cathal Oge assumed his the eloquent flushing of his daughter's cheek, or the additional place.

brilliancy of her dark eye, when he spoke of the young man's 1582. Mac Clanchy (Cathal Oge), chief of Dartree, was attention to his duty, and of his surprising advancement in the slain by his own kinsman Teige Oge.

nicer labours of the profession. It appears from an inquisition taken at the Abbey of Cree- Early in the month of May, a gentleman ordered a race-gig velea, on the 24th September 1603, that Cathal Oge Mac from Sullivan, and from time to time sent his man Duggin to Clanchy died on the 3d of January 1582, seized of the castle see after the progress of the work. This Duggin was held to and manor of Dun-carbry, and of the whole country called be the crack oarsman of the harbour, and consequently prided Mac Clanchy's country, leaving a son and heir, Cathal Duff, himself not a little on his reputation. He was a powerfully made then aged twenty-eight years.

though not a tall man, and his features were rather good than It appears, however, that in accordance with the Brehon otherwise, but rendered displeasing from a peculiar expres. law, the chieftainship of Dartree passed at his death not to his sion of cunning about the eyes, and a perpetual sneer on his son, but to the eldest surviving representative of the name, as lip. Duggin had heard of Sally Sullivan's fame as a beauty; an inquisition taken at Rossclogher on the 3d of October and being quite of a gallant temperament, he conceived the in the same year, finds that the greater part of the country, very natural design of rendering himself agreeable to the old including the Castle of Dun-carbry, and the castle and chief boat-builder's daughter. The moulds were laid down, and town of Rossclogher, &c, were in the possession of Malaghlin soon the outline of the future race-gig began to be formed Mac Clanchy, who died so seized on the 13th of August 1603, more distinctly, when Mr Curly Duggin one day entered the leaving a son and heir, Cahir Mac Clanchy, three years and work-yard to pass his opinion on what had been already done, ten months old at the time of his father's death; and it is and to offer any suggestions as to the future, that his scientific stated that all these castles, lands, &c, were held of the king judgment might deem necessary. On his entrance he found by knights' service in capite, but the quantity of the service was the peerless Sally seated on a chair, and apparently employed not ascertained by the inquisitors. * By the will of this Ma- at some feminine labour-apparently so, for in reality her eyes laghlin Mac Clanchy he bequeathed to his son and heir, Cahir, were fixed on every movement of William Collins, who was all his lands except such as were nominated wife's jointure; busily engaged in the building of this future wonder of the and to his wife, Katherine Ny Rourke, who was found to race-gig class. Sally, observing the stranger enter, and not have been his legitimate consort, he bequeathed his Castle of relishing the familiar stare of a pair of wicked-looking optics, Dun-garbry, as also his chief town called Rossclogher, in pawn nor the too evident admiration they expressed on their masof her marriage goods, until his heir should redeem it. ter's part, immediately left the yard, and retired to the neatly

The property of the Mac Clanchys was confiscated after the painted cottage of her father. As for Collins, looking upfrom rebellion of 1641, but their name is the prevailing one in the his work at that very instant, he saw, with the quickness of barony of Dartree, or Rossclogher, to the present day. P. jealousy, the manner of Duggin and the retreat of Sally; and

from that hour he felt an unconquerable aversion to the bold

looking oarsman. THE GIG RACE,

“Come, now, I'm blessed,” said Duggin, “ that's a nate tidy

craft, if I'm a judge in the laste! I say, Mister what's-yourOR A PULL FOR THE SILVER CUP.

name, is'nt that purty girl the ould fellow's daughter ?" "Yes, In the prettily situated village of Ring, within the beautiful she is,” replied William, with a growl; “ that young woman is harbour of Cove, lived an old man named Jeremiah Sullivan, Miss Sullivan.” “Sartinly she is a beauty without paint ! Has who was by profession a boat-builder, and who, being unri- she a heap of fine strapping fellows, that's sweethearts, followvalled in that art, justly regarded himself as one of the most ing of her_has she, my hearty ?” “How the devil should I important personages in the said village, if not in the county know! What have I to do with any one's business but my of Cork itself

. It was indeed the conviction of Jerry that the own?-and that gives me enough to mind.” “Why, my fine man who, if any such man there were, could surpass him in fellow,” said Duggin, rather annoyed at the reply, " I tell you the plan, the construction, or the finish of a race-gig, must be what, that same aint over partiklar civil.” “Is'nt it ?—then a wonder, and far above the general standard of human ex. if you don't like my civility, I can't help your liking ; so that's cellence. After his divine art, and the equally divine produc- all I care about the matter." tions of that art, his daughter Sally Sullivan was next best Duggin made no reply, but marching round and round the loved by the enthusiastic and honest old man. Sally had the half-built boat, he made several slighting observations signireputation of a snug little fortune and of an infinite deal of fying his utter contempt for the plan, as well as its execution. beauty, the latter founded, no doubt, on the possession of a • Why, blow it !” said he, “ look at that. I tell you there's no pair of roguish black eyes, a blooming cheek, and a rosy pair living use for that infernally outlandish keel. You might as of lips, that half disclosed two rows of the prettiest and whitest well turn a lighter, as such a tub as that, in the water i" teeth in the world.

Poor William's feelings were almost too great for words, Jerry had one favourite apprentice, to whom he had already so indignant was he at this coarse and vulgar attack on the imparted some of the most important secrets in his profession, object of his zealous labours. He, however, merely said,




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" She's very unlike a tub, for the matter of that; and as for gig, that were ever gliding to and fro, imparting life and anithe keel, that will give her a sure grip of the water, and make mation to the beautiful scene. her hold her way.” “ Who's the out-and-out judge that said On the Regatta Quay might be observed hundreds of elethem wise things, I'd like to know?” asked Duggin, with a gantly dressed females, with their attentive cavaliers; some mocking sneer on his lip. “ Them that's as fine judges as of the latter arrayed in divers fantastic styles of costume, inany in the barbour,” replied Collins ; " there's Dan Magrath, tended to resemble the garb of the sailor, and resembling it and Ned Desmond, and Mark Brien, down at the ferry; and about as much as their affectation and the swagger of their there are'nt better men to be found at handling an oar.” gait resembled his manner. Naval and military officers added “Bother !” said Duggin,“ little I'd give for a score of 'em; and by their brilliant uniforms to the liveliness of the picture. as for that fellow Magrath, he's a regular lubber, that is'nt no On an erected platform was stationed a brass band, that from more fit in a race than I'm fit to bite a piece out of this anchor time to time played some fine pieces of music and exhilarating at my feet !" " I know nothing about biting the anchor,” said airs—a fitting accompaniment to the soft murmur of the Collins ; " but I tell you what : the four of us will try you at wave, the harmony of nature. the regatta for the ten-pound cup !"

“ Done ! done! my.

Outside the gate of the privileged yard were ranged tents hearty : mind ye don't go back, and be forgetting yer promise!” of every variety--some few in the form of an oblong square, said Duggin, with the air of one already certain of the prize. with a slanting roof-others like an Indian wigwam--some “ Don't be afraid of me,” Collins replied; “ I never broke covered with bleached, and some with dirty canvass, my word yet, and I don't intend to begin now. Again did while in each of them a piper or a fiddler might be heard disDuggin criticise the boat, and declare himself dissatisfied coursing most peculiar music, responded to by the clatter of with nearly every point about her. The temper of the young some score of feet, whose movements would puzzle the ecbuilder was severely tried ; but rather than turn away a cus- centric genius of Fanny Elsler herself. Outside these temples, tomer from his master's yard, he with difficulty succeeded in erected equally to Bacchus and the lively Terpsichore, more curbing his rising passion. Scarcely had Duggin, however, intellectual food was offered to the youthful mind in the antics left the yard, when a piercing shrieš rang from the house, of Punch and Judy; and there was, besides, a magnificent through which lay the general passage.

William heard it, theatre, the approach to which was by a ladder, and on a and flinging aside the plane he was then using, he rushed in to platform before which the distinguished company - Turkish ascertain its cause. What was his amazement at beholding warriors and Christian knights, princesses and Columbine, Sally struggling violently to release herself from the arms of assassin and clown-were threading the intricacies of a fathe gallant Duggin, who was endeavouring in vain to snatch shionable dance, to the sound of three trumpets and a drum. a kiss from the maiden's rosy mouth! “ Ha! you villain ! - Fun, frolic, and delight, reigned within as well as without. there, take that !” said Collins, as with one fierce spring he In fine, it was the last day of the regatta, and “now or gripped him by the throat, and flung him headlong on the never” was the universal motto. floor.

In obedience to the warning gun, the twenty-ton yachts Duggin was for a moment nearly stunned by the fall, but had drawn up in line near their starting buoys. For a mowhen in a measure recovered from its effects, he rose from ment their mainsails flapped idly in the breeze as they wore the ground, and eyeing the pair with a fiendish expression of gracefully round. Another gun, and up went jibs and gaffmalice and revenge, he said, “ Collins, mark my word for it, top-sails, as they began to move in one cluster of snowy if I was to go to hell for it, I'll be into you for that fall! canvass. At first they seemed scarcely to stir through the Mind you keep a look-out, my tidy fellow ! Good morning to water that lazily rippled around their bows; but as the breeze you, Sally--good morning, purty Sally! Don't forget the race, began to be felt, they got under weigh, and the waves were unless you're afraid, Collins !” So saying, Duggin left the broken into foam by the dividing stem. Sally was seated in house; and no sooner had he gone, than Sally, frightened by the well-cushioned stern of her father's four-oared family gig, his brutal insolence, burst into a flood of tears ; but she at which was steered by that worthy individual himself; she length allowed herself to be consoled by William, who used wore a Leghorn bonnet with smart pink ribbons ; and as she the most persuasive and powerful arguments in order to soothe sat near her bluff, broad-shouldered, honest old parent, she her ruffled spirits.

looked as handsome a maiden as ever lent willing ear to a As might be anticipated, the gig was disliked, and left on lover's vows. She was now all anxiety, as the time for William's old Sullivan's hands. Jerry was a little peevish on the sub- race was near at hand. Duggin's crew were on the course; and ject, and was continually regretting his unfortunate attack of if one might judge from the perfect appointment of the gig, the gout, which prevented himself from superintending the the lively strokes pulled on her, and the rapidity with which work, and of a consequence rendering it a model of perfec- she was turned, one should seem to run no risk in betting on tion. But poor William bore up manfully against all, and her certain success, The Norah Creenah--for such was her even had the audacity to prophesy, for the old man's comfort, name-was painted on the outside a delicate buff, and on the that in two days after the coming regatta, he would procure inside pink. One of the best and most fortunate cockswains for the gig no less a sum than two-and-twenty guineas ! in the harbour steered her; and as he glanced on the powerThe boat was finished, launched, and christened “the Darling ful limbs and the muscular chests of his men, and saw the Sally;" and her fair namesake worked with her own pretty exquisite regularity with which the blades were dipped into fingers a white silken flag, that was intended to adorn the the wave, his heart swelled with anticipated triumph.“ Sally, beautifully-moulded bow.

my dear,” said old Jerry Sullivan to his daughter, “take It was summer, and the sun was in his meridian glory, the ropes for a minute, and mind what you're about, child." pouring a flood of light and beauty over one of the loveliest Jerry stood up in the boat to have a peep at the preparations combinations of landscape—the tree-clad hill, the for the race; but hardly had he time to satisfy his curiosity, loured rock, and the widely-extended water-that can by pos- when the bow of the gig came slap against the side of a large sibility be found within the limits of the British empire. The yawl, and he was laid sprawling in the bottom from the conmonth was gloriquis July, and the scene was the far-famed cussion; and to mend the matter, Sally began to scream most Cove of Cork. How beautiful did all appear on the last day energetically at the mischief she herself had occasioned. of the regatta, as a fleet of fairy-like yachts, yielding to the The truth was, she had mechanically obeyed her father's light breeze that just broke the surface of the sea into tiny directions, by taking the tiller-ropes, but that was all, waves, dashed aside from their bows the silver spray, and for her thoughts were far otherwise engaged.

“ Back skimmed like sea-birds over the bosom of the Cove. The water, ye infarnal ould lubber! Do you want to stave sea actually blazed with light, and the islands seemed like the side of us in? Where's yer eyes, ye ould fool ?” Such emeralds set in gold. Green were the hills that encircled in were the pleasing queries which the parties in the assaulted their embrace the beauteous sheet of water, and cloudless boat levelled at the innocent Jerry. Why don't you look was the heaven that overhung the loveliness of earth. A out yourselves, and be hanged to ye !” said the choleric stately man-of-war rode at anchor nearly opposite the town builder, as he replied in the true Irish fashion by putting of Cove, and gay were the flags and streamers that enlivened another question. After plentifully heaping the choicest epi. by their hues the dark maze of rigging rising from the nobly thets on each other, the belligerent parties at last separated, proportioned bull. Several merchantmen were also there, the victory being equally divided. “Come, boys,” said Jerry and decked in like manner as the floating citadel--the sea- to his crew, “heave ahead, and let us see are they getting man's pride. The marine picture was finished by myriads of all ready for the start.” In a few moments the boat reached boats of all sizes and shapes, from the one-oared punt and the that part of the strand where William Collins and his comlight wherry, to the family whaler or the well-manned race, 'panions were busily employed in rubbing black lead on the



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bottom of the new gig. “Well, Bill, my hearty, how're swain. “Magrath, heave! Brien, that's the go!" shouted you coming on? What do you think of her now ? don't she William, as he backed with all his might. “ Hurra for the look handsome?" “She does, sir, look very beautiful,” an- honour of Passage! Pull, my lads, pull !-rattle into 'em. swered William in reply to his master's last remark, as he Hurra!" bawled the Norah’s helmsman, with a voice hoarse gazed with admiration on Sally. * Is the paint hard on her, from exertion. Before the Sally could be well got under Bill?" asked Jerry. “Paint ! paint on her, sir!" exclaimed weigh after the turn, the Norah had darted round the buoy, William, still looking at Sally. “ Why, what ails you, boy? and was in a moment three lengths beyond her. I said paint; is the paint dry ?”. “ All right, sir ; hard as a heavens, they're beat!” said Jerry, as he sank back on the bone.' “Very good-now see are the stretchers the regular cushion in utter despair. Don't say that, father! Look length and well lashed down.” But though he received an again!" entreated Sally.

“ There !" cried the old man, as he affirmative answer, he was not satisfied till he had convinced ventured another glance, “ she's clane out of her again! himself by examination that all the arrangements had been Bravo, Bill! Give it to her! There she clips, the beauty! attended to by William. “ I'm aisy in mind now, any how. I always said there wasn't your equal except myself at build. I hope she'll do; eh, Bill ?" “ Never fear, sir ; we'll do our ing a gig! Now, boys,” continued he, addressing his own best; and if we don't come in first, it won't be our own crew, “pull a rattling touch over, and we'll give them such a fault. Did you hear the news, sir? A gentleman-the same cheer! Heave, my lads—that's it; bend your lazy backs !" that was in the yard over on Friday-came up to me and The course was about two or three miles in length from the said if the boat won the race, he'd give five-and-twenty buoy to the old convict-hulk, round whose dark mass the boats guineas down on the nail." Bless my soul !” exclaimed old must pull before they made for the quay from which they had Sullivan, charmed at the offer. “But what good is a man started, and which was also the winning-place. The struggle offering of such a price when there isn't any great chance up along the bank was indeed a beautiful sight, as from time of her winning ?-oħ, if I wasn't laid up in my bed when she to time the chances seemed to vary in favour of each, and as was building ! Well, it can't be helped now; more's the pity!” | the crews appeared to gain new vigour from the cheering that “ Well, sir, we must do our best; won't we, boys ?" said came from the numerous boats which met them on the course. William, turning to his crew. “We'll try, any how," was Gallantly did the long stroke tell on the Sally, as she shot far the reply, as they raised the light gig carefully from off the out of the rakish buff

. She was dashing on in noble style for stones on which she rested, and gently floated her on the the convict-ship, when, smash! away went the bowman's water. “William, here's the flag,” said Sally. “Ha! there's oar! All was in confusion. On came the Norah! At that · the gun!” “ 'Tis the gun, sure enough. i'll bring you the very moment Jerry Sullivan arrived; and seeing the terrible cup, Sally, I hope. Come, lads,” he continued, “ take your disaster, he caught at the oar next his hand, and flung it places. There-step gently! Magrath, tread on the kelson, within reach of the bowman. “You have it now, my boys. and don't stand that way on the ribs !" “ Run down a bit,” Now, Bill, pull, my darling fellow, hurrah !" shouted Jerry, as said Jerry, “and lave me see your trim. Give the long steady the crew gave back the cheer, and the Sally bounded after the stroke, for the breeze is freshening. Now start away; and, lively Norah. Thirty strokes more, and the Sally was stem Bill, my boy, mind you win !" Away they pulled from the and stem with her well-manned rival. They passed the man-ofstrand; and as they shot quickly out, Jerry could not help war, and the sailors who crowded the side of the noble vessel exclaiming with delight, as he noticed how evenly the gig gave them a cheer. Before them rose the hull of the old conwent under the stroke, and how regular was the time kept vict-ship, and now the struggle was, who should round her with their oars; but his former misgivings returned, as he re- first. Still was the same quick stroke pulled on the buff, and marked the great difficulty with which she was brought round. still did the other crew continue to keep the same powerful Duggin, in the meantime, was dashing about, attracting all one on the black. The stern of the hulk was neared; the eyes by the beauty of the Norah. “ Clear the course !-clear | Sally was five boats ahead, but the Norah dashed on gal. the course-pull out of the way!" So bawled the racing lantly in her wake. “Pull, boys, pull !” was the word in steward, as by entreaty or by threat he succeeded in clearing both boats. • Back water hard! Pull on the bow! Hurra! a space sufficient for the rival boats.

“ Take your places ! Back her well! Hurra !" shouted both cockswains. The Sally again shouted he. Oh! how Sally's heart beat as she saw had not well rounded the bow of the convict-ship, when the the gigs drawn up opposite the quay where the fashionables Norah had turned, as if on a pivot, and again was stem and were assembled, and on which was placed a small signal- stem with her opponent. Now, indeed, was the true time for battery. She leaned against her father for support, as she testing the capabilities both of the men and the boats, for a observed the crews gently " backing water" to keep on a line breeze was blowing from the west, and as the tide was till the word was given. “Which side will you take ?" asked making fast out of the harbour, there was a swell as both met the cockswain of the Sally. “ All the same, my hearty; stay in opposition. Shouts now greeted the gigs as they dashed where you are,” answered Duggin with a voice as if confi. on to the winning-place. Again did old Jerry meet them, and dent of success. Ready!" shouted the steward. All oars cheer aloud! Duggin literally foamed at the mouth, as he were thrown forward, as the men bent ready for the first plied his oar with the energy of desperation, while William dash. “Fire !" Scarce had the gun boomed over the water shouted to his crew to pull; and pull they did. In spite of all when the blades were dipped together. “Pull, boys, pull!” the exertions of Duggin, the Norah dropped back, as the Sally cried the cockswain of the Norah. " Heave away, my lads, bounded on to the goal. Duggin cursed and raved, but all to heave! now for the start !" cried the other. After about no purpose; for the high-pointed bow of his gig caught the five strokes the buff shot right ahead, clearing completely wind, and she had not the same power of keeping her way as the bow of her sable rival. A sneer of bitter triumph might the other, owing to her want of keel. “ Stand by with the be seen on Duggin's lip as he darted past his hated opponent. match !” cried the steward. “ There they come; the black In a very few minutes more, however, the buff ceased to boat is long ahead! Fire! No sooner had the loud report gain, as the black, under the powerful and steady stroke of followed the quick flash, than the oars were tossed on high, her crew, began to move gallantly through the water. As and the Sally rode triumphant! Loud were the shouts that they came alongside the ruined barracks below the town of rang from land and sea, as the victors dropped their blades Cove, the Sally had come up to the Norah, and for a short into the wave, and shot into the landing-place to receive their distance they went stem and stem together. From that point well-earned prize. Who can describe the pride and joy of the they had to shoot over towards a large buoy, round which old man, or the deep rapture of his daughter, as they saw the they must turn. The cockswains now urged on their men, steward present the silver cup to William, flushed as he was who answered by a cheer, as the wave foamed under their from the exertion and triumph of the moment! As it would strokes. Duggin's crew pulled with desperate vigour in order be quite impossible to do justice to their feelings, the attempt to gain the turn, but the black continued the same even re- must be modestly refrained from. gular pull that was evidently telling well.

“ Look now,

The gig was immediately purchased for twenty-five guineas, father ; is the white flag first ? is it ahead, father?” asked and orders were given to Jerry for the building of two more Sally. “No, child; the Norah is- No! she is not ! on an exactly similar plan. As for Duggin, he was so subdued Bravo, Bill! there they go for the buoy! That's it. More in spirit by the loss of his reputation as a crack oarsman, that power to you, Bill! Don't they walk out of the saucy buff!” he never after that day was known to try his fortune on the It was true for Jerry; the black boat was now fairly six course, and neither visited Ring to woo Miss Sullivan, nor to lengths ahead, and was gaining more at every stroke. They make good his threat on the body of the victorious William. reached the buoy; and now began the difficulty. “ Back water, It has been since whispered among the gossips of the village larboard side ; pull-pull on the starboard,” said the cock. I that old Jerry Sullivan, though much surprised at hearing

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Now he resteth himself 'neath an old dry tree,
Where the moss hath grown for a century.
He feeds his steed with grass that grew rank
On the field where warriors in battle sank ;
Bedabbled with blood, it thick grew, and strong,
And to Death's pale horse doth of right belong !
Gone is the beauty from violet blue,
For the look of Death hath pierced it through ;
And the crocus that bloomed near the old dry tree,
Hath faded away, such a sight to see;
And the grass where he sat, that was bright and green,
Turned pale as the blades where a stone hath been.
Ha ! ha! old pilgrim ! may I go with thee,
Thy doings fearful and strange to see?
He nodded his head ; not a word said Death,
For he had little need to waste his breath :
A man of short speech, he speaks in his brow;
He looks what he means, when he says " Come thou !"

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We paused near a maiden with rosy cheek,
A lovely maiden, with blue eye meek;
But her youthful bloom, how it faded away!
Her heart was in heaven, she might not stay :
And we looked at an infant that lay on the breast,
A mother's pride, and it sank to rest !

We stood by the cot of a widowed dame;
Life's feeble embers gave out their last flame :
At the but of a slave we stepped gently in ;
With pity Death looked on his frame so thin,
And his face, as he watched at the old man's bed,
Said “ Peacefully let him be one with the dead!"
At a palace we tarried, and there one lay
On his last sad couch, at the close of day;
He struggled hard, but Death's face said “No !
Duty is mine, wheresoever I go :
Peasant or king, it is all the same,
Mine must thou be— I have here thy name !"


SAINT COLMOC. The prefixed woodcut of an impression of an ancient monastic seal bitherto unpublished, will, we think, interest some of our readers both in Scotland and Ireland, as, though it is certainly not Irish, it is intimately connected with that bright period of our history when Ireland sent forth her crowds of learned ecclesiastics to preach the gospel and instruct the people, not only to Scotland and England, but also to Germany, France, Switzerland, Belgium, Mecklenburg, and even distant Iceland, in all which their

memories are still venerated as patron saints -that period to which Spenser alludes in the lines :

“ Whylome, when Ireland flourished in fame
Of wealth and goodness, far above the rest

Of all that bear the British island's name.' The matrix, which is of bronze or brass, was discovered among old brass at a foundry in London some three or four years ago, and is now in the possession of Mr Thomas, a merchant of that city, who has the largest collection of remains of this kind ever formed in the British empire.

The legend, which is in the semi-Saxon character of the twelfth century, reads


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We hovered around where a Christian sire
Lay waiting to join the eternal choir ;
Peaceful and calm was his holy repose ;
He sank as the sun on a May-day's close :
He rose as the sun with beams tricked anew,
When flowers bend with beauty, and leaves with dew.


We crossed the path of a beautiful bark,
How many the corses, all stiff and stark !
Down sank the vessel beneath the wild wave,
No hand was near one poor soul to save !
We glanced at a ship by an iceberg crushed,
We gazed but a moment then all was hushed.

We asked of a miser to yield up his gold,
But he loosed not his clutch when his hands were cold.
We entered a town, as it shook to and fro,
An earthquake was raging in fury below;
Dwellings were rocking like trees when storm-tost,
Crashing and sinking-till all were lost !

THE COMMON SEAL OF THE ISLAND OF SAINT COLMOC. The locality of this seal has been hitherto referred to the celebrated Irish monastery of Iona, or Hy-Columbkille, and such we ourselves deemed it when the impression was first sent to us. But on maturer reflection we are now disposed to consider this conclusion erroneous, and that the seal should with greater probability be referred to the monastery of InchColm, a small island in the Frith of Forth, lying between Edinburgh and Inverkeithing, and which was anciently called Emonia, or Y-mona, i. e. the Island of Mona. On this island the Scottish King Alexander I., in gratitude for his escape from a violent storm, by which he was driven on the island in 1123, founded a monastery dedicated to its patron saint, and of which there are still considerable remains. It was plundered by the English in the reign of Edward III., who, as it is said, suffered shipwreck for their sacrilege; and if we might hazard a conjecture, it would be, that the seal may have been carried into England at that time. But be this as it may, the seal perfectly agrees in style with similar remains of the twelfth century, and we have little doubt that this is its true locality, as the name in the legend will not with correctness or propriety apply to any other known to exist. For, in the

We stayed our flight o'er a funeral pile,
Where the Ganges rollid swift through a deep defile ;
Where Brahmin priests rent with cries the air,
While the victim lay burning and crackling there ;
And the devotees of dark Jaggernath
We saw mangled and torn in its bloody path.

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