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Her false oaths prevail, and he is con- The cock and hen become objects of demned to the gallows. Rejoicing in veneration - live in a state of chastity his martyred innocence, he exhorts his —and are finally translated leaving parents to pursue their pilgrimage, just two eggs, from which arise ano. and pray for the peace of his soul. ther immaculate cock and hen. The Sorrowing, they proceed, and return. breed is perhaps still in existence, and ing, find their son hanging by the time hath been, that a lucrative trade neck alive, and singing psalms—in no was carried on in their feathers !!! actual pain—but naturally desirous to Was this story ever propounded for be freed from his extraordinary state the belief of Christians? Mr Southey of suspended animation. They repair says it was,--and, perhaps, the man to the chief magistrate of the town, lives not that can confute him. Be by whose authority the youth was that as it inay, it is pleasant to be adexecuted-find his worship at dinner mitted to the recreation of such a man. -relate the wonderful preservation or We thank him, for giving to the firetheir son—and request that he may be sides of the public a trifle, originally restored. The magistrate is incredu. intended for his own; and glad we lous, and declares that he would sooner are, that after so long a course of arbelieve that the fowls on which he duous and useful labours, pursued was dining would rise again in full through good report and ill report, feather. The miracle is performed after trials neither few nor light, and The cock and hen spring from the amid meditations that concern the ocean of their own gravy, clacking and welfare of nations here, and of man crowing, with allappurtenances of spur, hereafter, he still retains the life and comb, and feather. Pierre, of course, vivacity of his youthful heart, and the is liberated, and declared innocent. merry versatility of his boyish fancy.
SKETCHES ON THE ROAD IN IRELAND.
I CRAVE your patience, most gentle luxury myself, in Jim Barry's cabin, reader, while I ask you to carry back after a day's active exertion, fruitless your thoughts to where we parted as to the immediate object of that last month, in order that we may exertion, but not so as to the procureagain start fairly together upon our ment of a huge appetite for rest and journey, and connect the incidents sleep. Even the image of Miss Evelyn, which are yet before us, with those which during the day had been seldom which have already been narrated. I absent from my thoughts, soon bewish I might flatter myself, that, like came confused with a strange inconDesdemona with the story of Othello, gruous crowd of dim and shadowy “ whereof by parcels she had some- forms, and with a very unsentimental thing heard,"
brevity of preparation, I was what they “You'd come again, and with a greedy ear
in Ireland most expressively call “dead Devour up my discourse."
It was not without some difficulty But though I may not expect so much, that the sergeant of police, at an hour seeing that I cannot recount accidents which, from the darkness, and my so moving as those with the relation of disinclination to be disturbed, I took which the sable hero won that gentle for the middle of the night, aroused maiden, yet with Munster for our my sleep-benumbed recollections. field of adventure, and truth alone for “How-what's that?" said I, as the our tether therein, I have a lively repeated knock at the door, mingled hope that if you will still continue to with the deep brogue of the sergeant's journey with me, you shall not be voice outside, first met my startled left wholly without entertainment on ear, and before my bewildered thoughts
could trace back the events which had I lest you to repose, as it was just brought me where I was. and natural I should, at the end of “ I don't b’lieve,” replied the sermy last sketch, when I had just en- geant, “ but what it's time, sir, we tered upon the enjoyment of that wor thinkin' of startin' av you plaze,
an’ in the regard that the day-light and yellow stains above were intended that's in it's not much, though it to represent, together with the story won't be so long, plaze God; there's a thereof, written at large. These rish-light here, sir, for fraid you're not figured, or were supposed to figure, used to puttin' an your clothes in the Death and the Lady, and the physidark.”
cian “ standin' by;" and various The length of this morning saluta- saints and martyrs of the olden time, tion gave me time to recollect where with pious carols, underneath whereI was, and for a moment to repent of the verse occasionally halted not a of my thief- taking knight-errantry, little; but whether the blame lay on which led to such an early summons- the shoulders of the poet, or the painte but it was only for a moment: the er, it would take a more skilful critic recollection of the previous morning's than myself to determine. Against adventure banished at once the feels the wall there also hung a piece of ing of laziness, which was at the bot- looking.glass, of a shape so fancifully tom of the prudential reflection I had irregular as to defy the nomenclature momentarily indulged in, and I sprung of the mathematicians, fixed in a to my feet, upon the floor, which by frame of dirty wood, which had most its clayey coldness reminded me I was faithfully followed the picturesque in an Irish cabin. This led to a fesy wanderings of the edge of the glass. more brief, but very sage reflections, This, with a three-legged stool, and a upon the relative nature of man's en- little deal table, also with three legs, joyments, and I determined for the each supporting a corner, while a tuture to esteem more highly the com- fourth corner trusted to the support of forts of a boarded floor, and to be a black.thorn stick, which had doubtthankful for the blessing of a carpet. less done good head-breaking service The sergeant now entered with the in its time, constituted the whole rush-light, which was indeed nothing furniture of the room, with the exmore than a peeled rush, saturated ception of the bed, which, though with grease, the glimmer of which placed on a low miserable bedstead, gave an imperfect view of the apart. without roof or curtain, was, in truth, ment, which the night before I had a good bedl, as I had ample right to been too tired to examine. The walls testify, were of mud, according to the Irish “ 'l'his is a snoog place, sir, that phrase, but I rather think that in Jim Barry has," said the sergeant, as England we should call them clay, he saw me surveying the apartment bare they were, and black ; as smooth with an air of curiosity. as a mud-wall may be, and of no in- “Snug! do you call it ?” said Iconsiderable thickness, as might be “ I would have been apt to have seen from the depth of the two small given it another name ;-why, there orifices, filled at the outer extremity are no comforts here, even for an ore by a single pane of glass, which were dinary peasant." dignified with the name of windows. “Lord bless your soul, sir,” replied The roof was merely the interior of the sergeant, " it's little you know the thatch, less dingy than that of the about it, an' how the poor people live outer apartment, because the inner -an inside room, sir, an' a whole room was less often filled with smoke: thatch, an' a feather bed, is what few on one side a kind of chimney bulged of them has; an' sure if they had it, out from the wall, a few feet from the they'd think they were made up for ground; beneath which a flag-stone, ever an' ever.” without a grate, marked the place • The feather bed is rather a lux, where fire was to be lighted. I said ury, no doubt,” said I ; " and I am the walls were bare, but as my eye greatly surprised to find such a thing, became more accustomed to the glim- while everything else appears so poor. mering light, I discovered the rude “ I often heerd the same remark decoration of huge pieces of coarse from gintlemin afore,” replied the serpaper, daubed with red and yellow geant; “ an' the raison why, is bekase paint, intended for representations of they don't know the ways of the peoihe human form; beneath which ple;-it's what they take more pride were certain legends, in the coarsest out of a feather bed than any ihing kind of print, which, with prudent else, an' like to die on it dacent, and consideration, indicated what the red be waked comfortable ;-but now you're ready, sir, I'll go out and see if worse lie can afford to part with any they have the horses saddled." of them.”
This recalled me to the business be. “ True for you, sir ; but it wasn't fore us, which I had, for the moment, what I was makin' bould to joke at almost forgotten, and I was very soon all, only to prepare you, sir, for a bit out and on horseback at Jim Barry's of a scrimmage, if we happen to come door. It was as yet little more than
up wit' him. the peep of dawn; a bright silvery “ Thank you, sergeant,” said I; streak all along the eastern horizon, “ I'll promise not to run away at all shewed that day was not far distant, events; but what's that noise I hear while the rawness of the air, and the in the road before us?" darkness in every other direction, gave “ Some one singin', I think, sir, to the scene all the appearance of being keep up his heart ihis could mornin',” still wrapped in the gloom of night. he replied; and, us we proceeded, I A slight, chilly breeze, murmured soon found he guessed correctly, for with a hoarse sound through some we distinguished a loud rough voice trees by the road side, and many of "vexing with mirth the drowsy ear" the leaves, laden with the heavy dews of the morning, in the following preof an October night, fell before the cious ditty:* tiny blast, and struck the ground with a rustling melancholy noise.
It's myself, to be sure, that's a nate Irish “ Take care of the woman, remem
boy, ber I tell you, Jim Barry,” said the
An' kissin' the girls is all my joy; sergeant, as he left the door followed While I've casli, sure, I'll spend it on by his two men. " And now, sir," he
whisky galore, continued briskly, addressing me, “let
For who but a spalpeen would keep it in us ride on, for I think it's likely we'll store? get somethin' to do this mornin', not " There's an arely singin' bird for all as one as yisterday.'
you," said the sergeant, “ an' I don't “ Have you got further information think but I know its voice too; it's then ?" I asked.
Mick Rooney, I'm a'rnost sure, an'a “ I had some inore talk with the rorin bla le he is, that doesn't go to woman within," he replied, “an' I bed all night, that he may be up arely think I gother (gathered) from her, in the mornin'." that he's somewhere hereabout ; but “A shrewd plan that, sergeant, onbetune you an'I, sir, we'll have enoughly that the practice would be tiresom to do to take him, even though we to persevere in.” knew where he was, for he's a despe- " Yis, feix, sir, so it would; but rate fellow, that won't stop at a trifle.” here he comes, an' it's Mick, sure
" What do you mean by a trifle ?" enough-the laste taste in life, in lisaid I.
quor, I think, by his walk." “ Blowin' a man's brains out, or the As the sergeant spoke, the object of like, sir,” he answered.
his remark approached, and the grey “ There's but small blarney there, light of the morning was now sufficient sergeant; but the more trifling a to give us a view of him, as he halfmau's quantity of brains may be, ihe walked, half-danced along, not keep
• It is impossible to conceive any trash more despicable than the slang songs which are current amongst the common people in Ireland; and this is the more to be lamented, as the extreme susceptibility of the people makes them liable to be easily moved to either good or evil by their songs. Even the native Irish songs, as we are informed in Miss Brooke's “ Reliques of Irish Poetry," are sadly interpolated with nonsensical passages, which have been introduced to supply the place of lost or for. gotten lines; and of humorous lyrical poetry, she says there was none in the lun. guage worth translating. Moore has given to the beautiful airs of Ireland beautiful words; but Moore is a poet for ladies and gentlemen, not for mankind. It may be, that there are not materials in Ireland, for a kindred spirit to that of Burns to work upon; but the fact is but too true, that the pour Irisliman has no song of even decent ability, to cheer his hours of merriment, or soothe the period of his sadness. Honour and undying praise be upon the memory of Burns, who has left to us those songs which, like the breath of nature, from whose fresh inspiration they were cauglat, are alike refreshing to the inonarch and the clown!
ing with strict evenness to the line of “Why?" said the sergeant with the his march. His figure, which must appearance of some surprise. bare reached the altitude of nearly six * I owe him a gridge," was the refeet, was en wrapped in a long, loose, ply. dark grey jock of freize, beneath which What about ? he didn't rob you, there shone a waistcoat of bright yels did he?" low; bis throat, which disdained the “ No, bad luck to him, but he encumbrance of a cravat, was left open, pisoned (poisoned) my dog Dan, when and the white shirt-neck fastened I was over at Mr Bagnall's, an' he merely with a bit of black ribbon ; wanted to stale the sheep. He gave his hat, of new felt, was fixed on the the poor cratur a piece of pisoned liver, side of his head, and in his right hand so he did ; an' i heerd it from one be flourished a shillelagh, in time to that knew it; an' so the nixt mornin' the air he was singing, or, as they say whin I called Dan t'me, he come craul. in Ireland, he “humoured the tune' in' up, an' put his head atune my two with his stick.
knees, and he gev a sorrowful whine, “God save you, Mick,” shouted the just lek a christian, for all the worlt; sergeant.
an' thin he tumbled doun an' died at “God save you," replied the young my feet.”. man shortly; and began to cut another I could see tears come in Mick's captr, looking down at his feet, and eyes, as he recounted the fate of his evidently wrapped up in attention to dog. The sergeant smiled rather, for the “ step” he was practising. he knew well enough the story of the
“ Is that the way, Mick, you pass dog, and had brought it round for a your friends in a mornin' ?" 'resumed purpose of his own- and now the sergeant. “Oh, Mr Waddy, I ax your par
He smiled to see don," said the young man, now recog
That hate was in the next degree. pizing his interrogator ; “ what are you after upon the road so arely this “ Hadn't you better come with us mornin'?"
thin, Mick," he said, “and help to “. What are you after yoursilf, get a hould of the fellow, that he may Mick? Is it goin' to turn dancin' mas- be given up to law and justice ?" ther you are, that you practise your
" Axin' your pardon, Mr Waddy," jigs out afore people on the road ?" replied Mick, “the devil a much I
“No, in troth,” replied Mick, " I'm care for either law or justice, as you only makin' my way home, fair an' call it ; but in the regard that he kill. asy, from Ned Murphy's wake, an'a ed Dan, an' I swore to be even with power o' fun we had; there was to him for the same, I'll give you all the bakky in plinty, an' lashins of pipes, help I can, if you want it. an' I believe the tobakky got into my " That's a tight fellow, Mick," said bead a bit, an' I was just practisin' my the sergeant ; ** I don't doubt but we steps, agin a dance there's to be to might be the better o' the help of a night, doun here below at the barn, smart chap like yourself, for I tell you an' we're all to go to the berrin in the he, that's the ould soger 1 mane, is mornin'."
somewhere viry near this, wit a couple “ Was there no whisky at all at of bastes—I've sartain information that all ?" asked the sergeant dryly. he's to start about this hour o' the
“Oh, to be sure there was a little mornin', an' it might be an active fel. weeny dthrop, just to keep us from lov's work to take him if the ould fallin' asleep. But who are you afther rogue is obstropolous.” The sergeant this mornin', tell me?".
spoke this speech with an authoritas “Come bere thin close, an’ spake tive yet confidential air, and laid parasy, Mick," said the sergeant; and ticular emphasis on the last word, as bending down, he added in a whisper, if the use of it did no inconsiderable “We're after the ould soger, this credit to his parts of speech. mornin', an' I don't think he's far off ; “ Be the powers," said Mick, slapyou didn't see anythin' of him this ping his knee," I'll engage I know way, as you come along, did you?” where he is, for it's what I heerd cows
No, be me soul if I seen him, I'd looin' up a lane, about a hayf a milo make him feel me."
off from this, as if they wanted to be milked, an' i know none o' the neigh. kind of arch, which partly rested on bors that has cattle abroad just now. the top of the bank, and hung down --Aha! my ould boy,” he conti- over it, as has been said. Thrust in nued, thinking aloud, “ I'll have my beneath this bramble arch, and exrevinge o' ye yit."
tended along the top of the bank, on “ The very place, Mick, I'll en- the broad of his back, the sharp eyes gage,” said the sergeant ; " lade on of the policeman discovered the perasy, my boy, an' we'll follow-none o’ son, whom he had no doubt was the your singin' now, bad look t'ye, but man we were in scarch of. It was but be as quite (quiet) as a cat goin' to the work of an instant to dart his hand etale crame.
through the brambles, collar the man, I had some doubts of the prudence and call upon him to surrender ; but of enlisting a man not perfectly sober ere the policeman's companions could in our expedition, but the sergeant come up, the man, tearing through assured me, “that a drop of liquor, the bramble covering, had sprung to when there wasn't too much of it, only his feet, and, pulling a pistol from his belp'd a man's courage, without doing breast, discharged it at his antagonist. bim any harm in life, and we pro- Happily, the perturbation of the moceeded onward, at a smart walk, to- ment a little unsteadied his aim, and wards the lane which had been men- the heavy shot with which the pistol tioned. Our halt with Mick, though was loaded, did no more serious dait has taken some time to describe, mage than that of carrying off an enonly occupied a few minutes, and the tire whisker, a very small portion of sun was yet scarcely visible above the ear, and a rather larger portion of hate horizon, when we reached the corner leaf from the policeman. of the lane, and heard distinctly the The game was now fairly started, lowing of the cattle as had been de and the “ould soger," for it was the scribed. Here the two policemen who man we were in search of, who had accompanied the sergeant dismount- been discovered, seemed determined ed, and fastening their horses to the that it should not be so easily secured. stem of a bush, walked cautiously for. Finding that his shot had failed of its ward with Mick Rooney, while we effect, he sprung over the bank into followed behind on horseback. The the adjoining field, quickly followed lane appeared to be an old passage for by the policeman, in whom all the fury bringing in manure, and carrying away of combat had now been roused. The produce from the interior lands; the excitement of the moment had, I supdeep ruts in the clay shewed that no. pose, given additional strength to the thing had ever been done to form the muscles of the two men, for those beroad, while the high mud banks on hind, as well as the sergeant and myeither siile, covered with trailing bram- self, who immediately threw ourselves bles, smoking with the heavy morning from our horses, took some little time dew, gave the passage the appearance to get over the bank, which they had of a wide dry ditch. As we proceeded, passed in an instant. When we reachwe perceived that we were graduallyed the field on the other side, there was approaching the cattle, and, at length, a kind of breathless excitement in the - while getting through a sharp bend of appearance of the chase, which almost the passage, at the end of which we chained us to the spot. The robber expected to get in sight of them, a was about five or six yards in advance, rustling of the brambles on one side flecing towards the boundary of the caused our advanced guard to rush field, while his pursuer followed, with forward. A difference of opinion hap. his cutlass uplifted, ready to cut him pening among them as to the place down, as soon as he should get near from which the rustling noise came, enough to strike. The flying man no one of the policemen, with his drawn doubt expected to find an ordinary cutlass in his hand, went forward hedge, or ditch, at the side of the field about ten yards; and, as he afterwards to which he was running, over which related to me what befell him, I may he would have leaped, and continued as well bring it in here in its regu- his race; but it happened that that lar place. The brambles, which had boundary of the field was fenced by their roots in the bank at the other a narrow belt of young trees-beech, side from that which faced the lane, and ash, and sycamore, and wild apgrew over the top of it, forming a ple, crowded together, through which,