I have no school tricks nor art of recollection; unless you hear me while I remember, your second charge will hammer the first out of my head. As to my kingdom, I know not what you mean.... I would you and I, my lord, exchanged kingdoms for one month; I would in that time undertake to gather more crumbs than twice the revenues of my poor earldom. While you sleep in your bed of down, I lie in a poor hovel; while you are served under a canopy, 1 serve under the cope of heaven; while you drink wine from golden cups, I must be content with water from a shell; my charger is trained for the field, your jennet is taught to amble.' O'Daly's assertion that Wolsey issued the earl's death-warrant does not appear to rest on any solid foundation; and the contrary appears likely, when such usurpation of royalty was not objected in the impeachment of the cardinal."

XXXII. THE REBELLION OF SILKEN THOMAS.

2 HEN Kildare was summoned to London-as it proved to be for the last time—he was called upon to nominate some one who should act for him in his absence, and for whom he himself would be responsible. Unfortu nately he nominated his own son Thomas,* a hot, impetuous, brave, daring, and chivalrous youth, scarce one-andtwenty years of age. For some time the earl lay in London tower, his fate as yet uncertain; the enemies of his house meanwhile striving steadily to insure his ruin.

It was at this juncture that the events detailed in bygone pages-Henry's quarrel with the Pope, and the consequent politico-religious revolution in England-flung all the English realm into consternation and dismay. Amidst the tidings of startling changes and bloody executions in London brought by each mail to Ireland, came many disquieting rumors of the fate of the Geraldine earl. The effect of these stories on the young Lord Thomas seems to have suggested to the anti-Geraldine faction a foul plot to accomplish his ruin. Forged letters were circulated giving out with much circumstantiality how the earl his father had been beheaded in the tower of London, notwithstanding the king's promise to the contrary. The effect of this news on the Geraldine party, but most of all on the young Lord Thomas, may be imagined. Stunned for an instant by this cruel blow, his resolution was taken in a burst of passionate grief and anger. Vengeance! vengeance on the trebly perjured and blood-guilty king, whose crimes of lust, murder, and sacrilege called aloud for punishment, and forfeited for him allegiance, throne, and life! The youthful dep

Known in history as "Silken Thomas." He was so called, we are told, from the silken banners carried by his standard-bearers-other say, because of the richness of his personal attire.

uty hastily assembling his guards and retainers, and surrounded by a crowd of his grief-stricken and vengeful kinsmen, marched to Mary's Abbey, where the privy council was already sitting, waiting for him to preside over its deliberations. The scene at the council-chamber is picturesquely sketched by Mr. Ferguson, in his Hibernian Nights' Entertainment.*

"Presently the crowd collected round the gates began to break up and line the causeways at either side, and a gallant cavalcade was seen through the open arch advancing from Thomas' Court towards the drawbridge. Way for the lord deputy,' cried two truncheon bearers, dashing through the gate, and a shout arose on all sides that Lord Thomas was coming. Trumpeters and pursuivants at arms rode first, then came the mace-bearer with his symbol of office, and after him the sword of state, in a rich scabbard of velvet, carried by its proper officer. Lord Thomas himself, in his robes of state, and surrounded by a dazzling array of nobles and gentlemen, spurred after. The arched gateway was choked for a moment. with tossing plumes and banners, flashing arms and gleaming faces, as the magnificent troop burst in like a flood of fire upon the dark and narrow precincts of the city. But behind the splendid cortege which headed their march, came a dense column of mailed men-at-arms, that continued to defile through the close pass long after the gay mantles and waving pennants of their leaders were indistinct in the distance.

"The gate of Mary's Abbey soon received the leaders of the revolt; and ere the last of their followers had ceased to pour into the echoing court-yard, Lord Thomas and his friends. were at the door of the council-chamber. The assembled lords rose at his entrance, and way was made for him to the chair of state

"Keep your seats, my lords,' said he, stopping midway between the entrance and council table, while his friends gathered in a body at his back. I have not come to preside

*The book here alluded to, it may be right to remind young readers, does not purport to be more than a fanciful story founded on facts; but the author so closely adheres to the outlines of authentic history, that we may credit his sketches and descriptions as well justified approximations to the literal truth,

over this council, my lords; I come to tell you of a blood tragedy that has been enacted in London, and to give you to know what steps I have thought fit to take in consequence.'

"What tragedy, my lord?' said Alan, the archbishop of Dublin; 'your lordship's looks and words alarm me: what means this multitude of men now in the house of God? My lord, my lord, I fear this step is rashly taken; this looks like something, my lord, that I would be loth to name in the presence of loyal men.'

"My lord archbishop,' replied Thomas, 'when you pretend an ignorance of my noble father's murder'

"Murder!' cried the lord chancellor, Cromer, starting from his seat, and all at the council table uttered exclamations of astonishment in horror, save only Alan and the lord high

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'Yes, my lord,' the young Geraldine continued with a stern voice, still addressing the archbishop," when you pretend ignorance of that foul and cruel murder, which was done by the instigation and traitorous procuring of yourself and others, your accomplices, and yet taunt me with the step which I have taken, rashly, as it may be, but not, I trust unworthily of my noble father's son, in consequence, you betray at once your teachery and your hypocrisy. By this time the tumult among the soldiery without who had not till now heard of the death of the earl, was as if a thousand men had been storming the Abbey. They were all native Irish, and to a man devoted to Kildare. Curses, lamentations, and cries of rage and vengeance sounded from every quarter of the court-yard; and some who rushed into the council-hall with drawn swords, to be revenged on the authors of their calamity, were with difficulty restrained by the knights and gentlemen around the door from rushing on the archbishop, and slaying him as they heard him denounced by their chief, on the spot. When the clamor was somewhat abated, Alan, who had stood up to speak at its commencement, addressed the chancellor.

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My lord, this unhappy young man says he knows not what. If his noble father, which God forbid, should have come under his majesty's displeasure-if he should, indeed,

have suffered-although I know not that he hath-the penalty of his numerous treasons'

"Bold priest, thou liest!' cried Sir Oliver Fitzgerald; my murdered brother was a truer servant of the crown than ever stood in thy satin shoes !'

"Alan and the lord chancellor Cromer, also an archbishop. and primate of Armagh, rose together; the one complaining loudly of the wrong and insult done his order; the other beseeching that all present would remember they were Christians and subjects of the crown of England; but, in the midst of this confusion, Lord Thomas, taking the sword of state out of the hands of its bearer, advanced up the hall to the council-table with a lofty determination in his bearing that at once arrested all eyes. It was plain he was about to announce his final purpose, and all within the hall awaited what he would say in sullen silence. His friends and followers now formed a dense semicircle at the foot of the hall; the lords of the council had involuntarily drawn round the throne and lord chancellor's chair; Thomas stood alone on the floor opposite the table, with the sword in his hands. Anxiety and pity were marked on the venerable features of Cromer as he bent forward to hear what he would say; but Alan and the treasurer Lord James Butler, exchanged looks of malignant satisfaction. My lord,' said Thomas, 'I come to tell you that my father has been basely put to death, for I know not what alleged treason, and that we have taken up arms to avenge his murder. Yet, although we be thus driven by the tyranny and cruelty of the king into open hostility, we would not have it said hereafter that we have conspired like villains and churls, but boldly declared our purpose as becomes warriors and gentlemen. This sword of state, my lord, is yours, not mine. I received it with an oath, that I would use it for your benefit; I should stain my honor if I turned it to your hurt. My lords, I have now need of my own weapon, which I can trust; but as for the common sword, it has flattered me nota painted scabbard, while its edge was yet red in the best blood of my house-aye and is even now whetted anew for further destruction of the Geraldines. Therefore, my lords,

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