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Mr. Carlton obeyed the call : but the case turn, sir, that we feared she was going—and assumed an alarming aspect, and after a few perhaps you'll please tell him, not meaning any days he suggested that another doctor should offence, that we'd rather he didn't come again.” meet him in consultation, and mentioned Mr. Frederick Grey quitted the farmer, his blood John Grey. The farmer, Mr. Thrupp, went to rising up against the injustice done his father, the Greys' residence, to request Mr. John's the malice (as he regarded it) of Mr. Carlton. attendance early on the following morning. It was on returning from this very unsatisMr. John was out, but Mr. Stephen was in ; | factory interview, and when Master Frederick and the farmer, knowing nothing of the was in this very unsatisfactory temper, that prejudice against the latter, arranged that he the two unhappily came in contact, meeting should go instead of his brother. Mr. Carlton exactly opposite the gate of Lady Jane was considerably surprised to meet him; he Chesney. said nothing in his presence, but he remained Lady Jane might be called a third party at to say it after Mr. Stephen had departed. the meeting She had taken a turn on the This was on the morning of the day when path after the departure of Laura, and on Lady Laura made her call upon her sister. | nearing the gate again heard footsteps in the Mr. Carlton was now on his way to the farın, road, and looked out to see Mr. Carlton close unconscious that Frederick Grey, bearing down to her on the one side and Stephen Grey's son upon him, had just left it.
on the other. Not caring to be so much as In point of fact, Frederick had been sent seen by the surgeon, she stepped aside behind up by his father to inquire the result of certain the hedge until he should have passed. remedies ordered at the consultation. On his But they were not to pass so soon.
Mr. arrival the farmer came out to speak with him. Carlton was striding on with a half indifferent,
“You are perhaps a relation of the Mr. half supercilious nod to the boy, when the Greys', sir ?” said he, after replying to the latter, bold, fearless, and angry, placed himself inquiries of Frederick.
right in his path. “I am Mr. Stephen Grey's son.
“ Don't brush by me so quickly, if you Mr. Thrupp, a simple-looking man, scratched please, Mr. Carlton. I'll thank you to explain his head.
first what it is you have been saying at “ Then perhaps you'll be good enough to Thrupp's farm about my father.” say, sir, that we'd rather the gentleman didn't Mr. Carlton stared at him, stared more come again,” he resumed, bringing the words especially at the address ; and the supercilious out with hesitation, for he did not much expression deepened on his countenance. like to speak them. “ It has so flustered “ You are in a passion, I should think, my wife to hear that he sometimes sends out young sir," was the answer, delivered with poison by mistake in his physic bottles, that stinging blandness. “I and Mr. Stephen his visit has done her more harm than good. Grey can settle our own affairs without your She is a trifle better, and she thinks Dr. aid.” Carlton can get her round now by himself. If The tone turned Frederick half mad, and he you'll be just good enough to say so, sir, to forgot his prudence. “You are a wicked, Mr. Stephen Grey, with our thanks for his designing man,” he burst forth. “ You have visit of this morning.”
been working in an underhana manner to The indignant red dyed Frederick Grey's drive my father from the place ; not a day features. “ Who in the world told you that passes but you are secretly traducing him. calumny of my father ?” he asked.
Why don't you do it openly before his face, “No offence, sir," returned the farmer, Mr. Carlton? Why do you do it behind his civilly ; “ I'm sure I don't intend any person- back, when he can't defend himself ?” ality, for we know nothing but what we hear. “I don't know what you mean,” said Mr. After the gentleman had left, the other one, Carlton. “Stand aside, and let me pass.” Dr. Carlton, asked how we could think of “ You do know what I mean,” retorted the calling him into the house ; he said it might boy, keeping his place before Mr. Carlton, so have cost us our lives sometime, for he was that the surgeon could not pass.
" He met not particular as to the making up of his! you in consultation at Thrupp's this morning, medicines, and one lady had died through it. and the moment his back was turned, you set The other brother, Mr. John, was quite a reli- on to prejudice their minds against him ; able gentleman, he said, and it was him he had saying he was in the habit of sending out told me to call in. I asked my next door poisoned medicines, and it frightened the neighbour whether it was true, and he said it woman so, that they will not have him again. was true that a lady did die after taking some And this has been your game for months. physic sent by him. It gave my wife such a How dare you continue to assert that my
father poisoned the draught that night, when “Do you remember that-although we are you know he did not ? When you know it, at variance and I do not like him—he is my I say!”
brother-in-law ?” Mr. Carlton lifted his cane menacingly. " Yes. I am very sorry that you heard “But for the respect I bear your uncle, as my what passed,” he repeated. “Perhaps, Lady brother practitioner, and your father also, in Jane, you will be kind enough to let it be as spite of the fatal error he committed, I would though you had not heard it ?” lay this about your shoulders, young gentle- “I will,” said Lady Jane: “and in return man, and teach you better manners.
allow me to recommend you not to give utterMaster Frederick's passion was not calmed ance to sentiments so dangerous. My opinion by the threat, and it may be questioned if he is that you are totally wrong in your fancy, even knew in that wild moment the danger of and that prejudice against Mr. Carlton has led the words he was about to utter.
you into the error, It is impossible to believe “You know, I say, that Mr. Stephen Grey otherwise. Some men—I do not know that did not commit the error. You know that it Mr. Carlton is one-would bring you before was you who dropped the poison into the the law for this, and make you prove your draught when you were alone with it after it words, or punish you if you could not. Be was delivered. Keep your cane off me, Mr. moro discreet in future.” Carlton ; blows will not mend murder. If it “ Thank you,” he answered, his sunny smile was not you, it was that villain you saw on returning to him ; “it is a bargain, Lady the stairs, and you, perhaps by bribery, under- Jane. I was in a dreadful passiou, there's took to keep his counsel and turn suspicion no denying it, and I did say more than I off him. You saw that I suspected you the ought. Thank you very much." very night it was done, you saw that I sus- And replacing his hat, for he had stood pected you when you were giving your plausible bareheaded during the interview, Frederick eridence at the inquest. What the poor young Grey vaulted away, flinging the pieces of cane lady had done to you, you best know, but I from him as he ran. Lady Jane stood looking
believe in my true heart, and I tell it you after him. " with God hearing me, that you were guilty A noble spirit, I am sure,” she murmured,
either of killing her, or of helping that man to "in spite of his hairbrained words. I wonder do it, though by concealment. Now, go and if Mr. Carlton will bring him to punishment talk about my father, Mr. Carlton.”
for them ? I should, were so unjustifiable an il It was only by dint of the most ingenious accusation made against me. Boys will be
dodging that Frederick Grey had been able to boys.”' accomplish his say, but Mr. Carlton caught him
(To be continued.) The cane came down on his shoulders; and Frederick, passion giving him the strength ADVENTURES IN THE WILDS OF of a young lion, seized it and broke it. Mr.
CONNEMARA. Carlton walked away, leaving a careless and
LIFE AMONG CONVICTS.” scornful epithet behind him ; and the boy
PART II. leaned against the gate to recover breath and OLIVER CROMWELL, with all that forethought equanimity.
and consideration for the pure Celticinhabitants |
A tap on the shoulder, and Frederick turned. of Ireland for which he was distinguished, There stood Lady Jane Chesney. He raised gave to all whom he had not disposed of-to his hat, and she could not help being struck use his own expression—" in the usual way”_ with the nobility of the glowing countenance, that is, in war—the alternative of “ Hellor the fearless truth of the large grey eyes. Connaught.” This practice in Cromwell's time
“ Master Grey, do you know that I have became so common, that Hell and Connaught heard every syllable you said to Mr. Carlton ? began to be looked upon as synonyms. Surely you do not believe in your own accusa- Now Connemara, until very lately-until tion? It must have had its rise only in the its wild scenery and wilder inhabitants excited heat of passion ?”
the interest of tourists who had “done” the “Lady Jane-I beg your pardon-I am continent—was esteemed the very hottest part sorry you heard this—I hope you do not of Connaught, and as far as anti-English feeling think me capable of making such an accusation was concerned, it bore off the palm from any not believing it. I do believe it; I have other part of Ireland. Every Protestant, or believed it ever since the night. Not that I indeed any one of English descent who entered have any grounds, or what might be called the country, was looked upon as an interloper reason for believing it,” he bastily added. or å spy by the inhabitants of Connemara. " It is but an instinct within that tells me so. They imagined that the stranger came to deprive
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them of even that portion of their native land hot socket I took off my coat and waistcoat to which Cromwell had given them a free and and threw myself on the bed, the sheets of undisputed title. To this part of Connaught which were as pure and white as snow, and they felt they had as strong a claim as Pro- fragrant with thyme and wild heath. testants and Saxons have to “another place." Whether these herbs have soporiferous quali
Kuowing all this, I must confess I did ties or not I cannot say, but I soon fell asleep, not foel quite comfortable at the prospect of and awoke in the morning without finding my spending the night beneath the same roof with throat cut, or anything of that kind, and to “ Big Joyce” and his large family, notwith: my utter amazement found my boots not only standing the assurances of the driver with cleaned but polished. Yes, positively polished, respect to the giant's peaceable disposition. in a district where the parish priest was proud
I had a room to myself, and when it grew dark to get his boots well buttered. I often asked was provided with a dip candle. I overheard myself "where the blacking came from ?" for some of the conversation in the kitchen, be- these were days when a jar of “Day and tween Joyce and his wife, and knew, (although Martin” cost a shilling. There were no halfthey spoke in Irish,) from the frequent rise of penny cakes of paste-blacking in those days. the term “Sassenach”—which means Pro- The gigantic Joyces were a great puzzle to me ; testant, or Englishman, or Irish Protestant of they seemed to be in a sort of chrysalis or Saxon descent- that I was the subject of their intermediate state between savage barbarism conversation, All this had a Fee-foe-fum : and advanced civilisation. White sheets, I-smell-the-blood-of-an-Englishman” sound to polished boots, and tin extinguishers shone or my ears. I had not ventured to turn into bed, flashed out curiously amidst the general chaos although the candle was burning low, but was of nature around me. thinking of it, when I heard a step approaching I was charged for supper-consisting of my room door.
The latch was raised without bacon, eggs, and potatos, -bed and breakfast, knocking, and a red head protruded. It was the moderate sum of half-a-crown, and for a not that of Big Joyce, but one of the young pony, to carry me twelve miles, and a “boy," giants. The face wore a broad grin, which —who in Ireland may be of any imaginable displayed a double row of strong-set teeth. size or age,—to carry my bag, another half
“ Well, what do you want ?”
The young fellow entered without replying, My travelling companion, guide, and bagand placed an extinguisher on the table, bearer was young Joyce, who brought in the bringing it down with a rap, and giving me a “out-er,” and, I suspect, polished my boots. look which said, as plain as look could say, He was much over six feet, though much under “ What do you think of that ?”
his gigantic parent.
I found him a very “What's that ?" I asked, feigning ignorance pleasant travelling companion, with a good and surprise, looking down on the extinguisher. store of anecdotes respecting the wild district
an out-er,” said he, throwing back through which we passed, its inhabitants, and his head and shoulders with a sense of impor- occasional tourists. tance and of the advantages of civilisation. “There, sir,” said he, pointing to a fearful "A what ?”
chasm in the neighbourhood of Maam, through " An out-er.”
which a mountain torrent was rushing, “there “ What is it for ?"
is Mac Namara's Leap.” He took it up, placed it on the candle, and " And who is Mac Namara ?" left us both in the dark.
Captain Mac Namara.” “Oh! I see,” said I. “An out and outer,' Army or navy ?” you mean.”
“Not exactly that, sir." “ If you see in the dark your eyes must be “Oh, I know ; in the merchant service." better than our black cat's. But stay, I'll get “ No, sir ; he was a sort of gentleman you a light in no time.”
highwayman.” He brought the light and asked for my “Do you mean a robber ? " boots, which I gave him. Had he asked for "I do." my watch or purse I should have done the “ And you call him a gentleman ?” same, and with, perhaps, greater alacrity, for “I do sir, a gentleman bred and born, and I felt I was in a giant's castle, from which he lived in a slate house in Cong—he and his there was no hope of escaping, even in a lady." pair of "seven-leagued boots.”
“ His wife, you mean ?” trapped, and must take my chance.
“ Yes, sir, a real lady-one of the Butler I had not courage to use the "out-er," but family.” before the end of the candle dropped into the “You mean the Ormonde family ?”
There I was,
“I believe so, sir."
«« What's the little business, Mac,' said one “Why do you call him captain ?”
of the gentlemen, winking. “Because, sir, he was a captain."
" It's no matter,' said the captain. “Captain of what ?”
“ Where do you think he went, sir ?." “Of robbers, sir.”
" I could not imagine.” “From whom did they steal ?”
“ To rob the gentleman's house that asked “From every one, sir, gentle and simple.”' him where he was going.” “ What would they steal ?”
“ And did he rob it?” “ A horse, a cow, a sheep, or anything at “He did, and brought back lashings of all !”
provisions and wine.” “I'll engage they never ventured to steal " Was it ever found out ?” from the Big Joyces."
" It was. He confessed it himself. Where “ Then they did, sir. The captain stole a did you get this port ?' said the gentleman that horse from my grand-uncle ; and by the same he robbed. "I have a few dozen bottles very token, it was soon after that he took the leap, like this, though I think my wine is better,' or rather his mare Binnish took it, with the said the gentleman.” captain and his lieutenant, Red Dan Nowlan, "You have not a bottle of port like that in on her back.”
your cellar,' said Mac Namara, who knew he “He was pursued by your grand-uncle ?” had carried off the whole cf them. “He was, sir, and the whole family."
“I bet you a guinea I have,' said the “And were they both riding the same gentleman. horse ?”
“I bet you five you have not,' said Mac. “No, sir ; Red Dan was running by the Done,'
,' said the gentleman, captain's side till they came to the ‘Leap,' “ Well, sir, the next day, when they went when the captain told him to jump up behind, to look, they found the wine gone, and suswhen he gave the mare a dig of the spurs,
and pected how it was.” she went over flying."
"Well, what happened ?" I inquired. " And he escaped ?”
"They were never the worse friends. I “ He did, sir ; and I heard my grand-uncle think I heard say that Mac let the five guineas say he was glad of it, for if he caught him he go against the wine." would have murdered him."
“What became of Captain Mac Namara in “But how is it, as you say he lived in a the end ? Was he hanged ?” slate house in Cong, that he was never taken “Hanged ? not at all, sir. What would
they hang him for? He died a natural death, Well, sir, you see he was a great favourite and is buried in the Abbey of Cong.
But I with the gintry.”
forgot to tell you about his mare Binnish." “ Then I conclude he did not rob them ?” “ What happened to her ?” “Oh, he did, sir. Oh, blood-a-line, to give
" When she died he waked her like any him his due, he'd as soon or sooner steal from Christian.” a rich man than from a poor man; but he was Why, this Irish Mac Namara and his mare a gintleman, like one of themselves, so they were as great as the English Dick Turpiu and were not hard upon him.”
his horse. “Did they associate with him ?”
“ We had another like him, sir, but he was " Associate with him ?-what's that?” a murthering villain.” “Did they keep company with him, or ask
66 Who was he ?” him to their houses ?”
“ Captain Webb." " They did, and came to his house." !
66 What did he do ?” “ Nonsense.”
“He used to ill-use young women, and “The devil a word of lie in it, and that then strip them and throw them into the reminds me of telling you how he served two • Murthuring Hole,' which is not far from or three gentlemen that came to dine and spend
here." the day with him, uninvited.”
“ Come, now, Master Joyce, you must not "How was that?”
be asking me to believe too much, or you may “He was short of provisions and wine, and weaken my faith in Mac Namara and his was ashamed to acknowledge it, so he told his fainous mare.” friends they must amuse themselves as well as " The devil a lie in what I'm going to tell they could till dinner-time. There's my you, sir.” boat,' said he, “if you would like to go on the “Well, go on.” lake, fishing.
I have a little business that will “Well, sir, this Captain Webb one day met keep me till dark.'
a fine handsome girl, beautifully dressed, with
" Go on.”
a bran new cloak and gown. It was near the did not wholly exterminate, but subverted mouth of the Murthering Hole that he met her. idolatry, and then amalgamated the fragments He first sthruve to get his will of her, but with itself. The localities consecrated from of he couldn't, for she was a very dacent girl ; so old to heathen deities were allowed to preserve he tares off her cloak and drags her to the their sacred character, by becoming the sites of mouth of the Hole, and says, “Strip.'
Christian churches, often dedicated to saints
whose names resembled, or were made to assi“ Well, sir, she takes off her new gown, and milate to, those of the idols they superseded. her flannel petticoat, saving your presence, and It was probably a similarity of name that then she falls down on her knees and says to assisted in superseding the worship of the him, “Oh, for the Vargin's sake, turn your pagan deity “Sviatoy Vit,” by that of the head aside while I take off the rest of my Christian Saint Vitus ; and the latter, accordthings."
ingly, became in popular belief invested with “ Well ?”
the attributes of the former ; being always re“Well, sir, he turned his back to her and presented as a beautiful youth, accompanied by his face to the Murthering Hole, when she a black cock—a bird sacred to the idol,-and sprung up and made a dhrive at him, and which is to this day brought as an offering by pushed him in."
the people, in their pilgrimages to the shrine " And killed him ?”
of St. Vitus. A like policy was pursued with " Of coorse.”
regard to the pagan festivals and ceremonies, “ Bravo !”
which were not entirely abolished, but made to coincide and blend with those of the new faith.
The antagonist creeds, when brought together, A DECLARATION.
underwent a fusion, and the result was
alloy. Again the glimmering night bad chased the day ;
The heathen festival of the Beltane Fire, The billows danced before me ; more and more My sadness came upon me, as I lay
celebrated at the summer solstice, was readily With swelling bosom on the lonely shore,
associated, and then confounded, with the
illuminated rites of the Roman Church on the With bosom full and swelling like the sea,
vigil of St. John ; and in this instance it was With deep and tender longing for the form Which everywhere is present unto me,
easy to convert the pagan observance into a In the warm sunshine and the pelting storm,
For some weeks previous to Midsummer-eve, Which calls me and surrounds me everywhere,
the young people, all over the country, are Whose voice is murmuring in the western wind. I know all nature is indeed most fair,
active in collecting fuel for the bonfires to be But in all nature ber alone I find.
kindled on that day ; and among the articles
in request are old besoms and cart-wheels out With brittle reed I wrote upon the sand,
of use. The cart-wheels, being well smeared with “Emma, I love thee !” but the creeping stream Too soon effaced the labour of my band,
rosin, are set on fire and allowed to roll down As the dank morning breaks a happy dream.
the hills. The besoms, dipped in tar, are set
ablaze, and the young men wave them about, Ab, slippery sand ! ah, too, too treacherous wave!
while dancing round and leaping through the I will not trust your frail record again. “ Emma, I love thee!” I will rather grave
bonfire, or run with them, flaming in their In characters which cannot ever wane,
hands, from one bonfire to another, to leap
over each in turn, being in this exercise imitated To generations of remotest time
and rivalled by the damsels ; for it is believed These golden characters shall surely speak ; I will enclose them in incondite rhyme
that to leap three times through the fire secures In the immortal page of ONCE A WEEK.
the performer from fever for the year. There are various methods of building up the pile for
the bonfire, but when made of bundles of fireMIDSUMMER-EVE IN BOHEMIA. wood, the number preferred is seven. A lofty
tree, standing alone upon an eminence, near a The people of Bohemia still preserve many village, is sometimes selected ; and, being customs and superstitions derived from their heaped round with dry branches and brushpagan ancestors. At the introduction of Chris- wood, the whole is set in flames, while the tianity, in the latter part of the ninth century, young people of both sexes dance in a circle the harbingers of the Gospel, in accordance around it. The tarred besoms are kindled at with the precepts of Pope Gregory, indulged to the fire ; and, after being swung about and some degree the custons and prejudices of the hurled into the air, the charred stumps are nation they came to convert. Christianity | carried home, and stuck about the cabbage