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posed to grow beneath their heads. To the higher castes, however, they were known by the reputation of their prowess and their comeliness; and were noted by some of the poets of the day, alike for their invincible spirits and their lofty stature. This romantic interest thrown round a race at once so brave and so unfortunate, so wild and yet so gallant in their bearing, might not have been without its effect in influencing the policy of the coquettish queen, and drawing to her court those (as yet unseen) Thanists, the known admirers of her sex and contemners of her power.

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The restlessness of suffering, the enterprise of romantic valour, the partiality of the House of Tudor to the O'Neils, and other inducements which Elizabeth herself held out, determined the famous Shane O'Neil (by the prescriptive right of ages Thanist of his powerful sept, and by the patent of Henry VIII. to his father, Earl of Tyrone) to visit the court of England in the most perilous moment of his life. The sudden appearance of the representative of the ancient kings of Ulster in the antechambers of Whitehall excited a sensation in which the lion-ported queen" is said to have deeply and obviously participated. He burst upon the guarded presence of her, whose acts against his religion and his rights "resembled the bloody mandates of a Turkish divan rather than the mild ordinance of a Christian queen," in all the fearless hardihood of one who "bore a charmed life,” fresh from the lines of revolt, with the excitement of the fierce contest between the oppressor and the oppressed fluttering at his bold heart and fevering his manly brow, and robed in a costume new to the ribboned and tagged chivalry of the British court. He is described as entering the presence-chamber at the head of a rude but imposing train, composed of his guard of honour, the Irish gallowglasses, who, armed with battleaxes, their heads bare, their long hair flowing in locks on their broad shoulders, their yellow surplices with open sleeves trailing to the earth and surmounted by a military harness-formed a strange contrast to the groupings and tournure of the courtiers through whom they passed, and who in their own frippery euphucism of dress and manner must have looked upon these singular absentees as though they were the natives of some distant clime. Even the less refined "Londoners," says Spenser, "marvelled at this strange sight."

O'Neil had come to plead his own cause at the foot of the throne. "The Queen," says one of the court historians, "received him with an affectation of tenderness; and after he had resided some time at court, the flattery of his address, which appeared artless and unstudied, and the speciousness of his allegations, so wrought upon her, that, at his departure, she dismissed him with favour and presents." This absenteeism of O'Neil, though favourable to his pride, and flattering to his vanity while abroad, was injurious to his interests at home. His base-born brother, Matthew, availing himself of his absence, had usurped his rights, and assumed the chieftainship of his sept. The question was debated (as if it were debateable) by the Irish government, who, in defiance of all law, "ruled the point in favour of the bastard; prac

"Then came the Irishmen of valiant hearts,

And active limbs, and personages tall."

Sir J. Harrington's Translation of Orlando Furioso.

tising (says Parnell *) a policy that has governed them (the English) to the latest times in India, where it has been the custom to raise to the throne, in violation of the customary mode of succession, a person who depended for his station on their power, who was strictly a dependent, and who might be set aside whenever a favourable opportunity occurred." The Sic jubeo of the Virgin Queen was, of course, decisive. The bastard was proclaimed the lawful heir; and the consequence was a rebellion on the part of Shane. In this rebellion the chieftain was unfortunate, and the whole possessions, both of Shane and Matthew, were confiscated. "In order," says Parnell, "to divert Shane, the territory was reputed Matthew's; and in order to get rid of Matthew's claim, the territory was confiscated as Shane's."+ Meanwhile, however, the Queen had won golden opinions in Ireland for her reception of the most popular of Irish chiefs. The gates of absenteeism were now thrown most seducingly open. The track was already beaten down which led from the desolated banks of the Shannon to the pavilioned shores of the Thames. Men, whose national failing was a sanguine credulity not untouched with personal vanity, whose infirmity of temperament was a reckless impetuosity, and whose weariness of suffering caught at every change as a relief, now first began to find new hopes for their country and themselves springing up in the "primrose path of dalliance" which conducted them to the British court, and placed them in personal contact with a woman and a queen-with one who, unlike her savage delegates in Ireland, received them " with tenderness, and dismissed them with favour." The baubles given by a royal hand, and displayed at Shane's Castle, were pledges to the followers of O'Neil that the heart of the Queen was of another policy from the counsels of her ministers. A mandate, therefore got up in the form of a slight accusation, but considered by the accused as an invitation, brought the O'Rourke chief or prince of Brefny promptly and inconsiderately to the feet of the fair sovereign who had issued it.

This gallant Irishman, as renowned for his personal beauty as for his turbulence, had long been a favourite theme of complaint in the despatches of the Irish deputies. Even his personal influence, and the splendid endowments out of which it arose, were brought as damning proofs against him. These also induced, perhaps, the Queen to judge for herself; and the handsome absentee was received like O'Neil with a show of tenderness, though not, alas! like him, "dismissed with favour." While history has briefly thrown off the facts of his summons

* Apology, p. 58.

+ Sije ne vous mange pas en oiseau, je vous mangerai en souris. " Other times," they say, "bring other manners ;" and it is not impossible that men, restrained by the manners of our own times, may avail themselves of the circumstance of their enforced moderation, to reproach the writer who thus recalls a fact disreputable to the English government, with ripping up old sores. The fact, however, is "germane to the matter;" for it was such forfeitures that sowed the first seeds of that permanent absenteeism which modern ministers affect to deplore: and it was these flagrant violations of common justice, that first nurtured the lawless disposition in the peasantry, which is made an excuse for the suspension of all constitutional rights, and which is most unjustly charged on the Catholic religion. Besides, as long as the system is continued, which withholds emancipation, and gives over the land to the tyranny and plunder of churchmen and their inherents, the "ripping up old sores" is both useful and justifiable.

to court, his detention, and his unexpected execution, tradition has woven his story in the many-coloured web of her own romantic loom ; and though the catastrophe of the tale, which still circulates in the neighbourhood of his ruined castle, attests the ignorance or the love of the marvellous of those who invented and circulated it; still there is a dovetailing of the old Irish Shanaos with historic record, which shews that si cela n'étoit pas vrai, c'étoit bien vraisemblable.

"A wild story concerning O'Rourke," says the author of the History of the Irish Bards, "wanders about the County of Leitrim. O'Rourke was a powerful and turbulent chieftain of this country in the reign of Elizabeth. The Queen invited him to London, making him, at the same time, warm professions of honours and service, though she only intended, by this invitation, to lead him into a kind of exile, in order to secure his obedience. The ingenuous O'Rourke, duped by the Queen's arts, promised to comply. Before his departure, he assembled his vassals and neighbours in the great hall of his castle, and entertained them with all the splendour of the times.* This is the feast so humorously described by Mac Gauran. On O'Rourke's arrival at Whitehall, the Queen was ready to receive him. The elegant symmetry of his person, and his noble aspect, struck her Majesty, and she secretly determined to rank him with her choicest favourites. A sumptuous apartment was allotted him in the palace, and a train of domestics were ordered to attend him. One night, a female tapped at his door, and was readily admitted; but she retired before the morning broke. The lady continued her visits for several nights, always retiring about the same hour. O'Rourke's curiosity was awakened, and he often urged her, but in vain, to disclose her name. At length he discovered, by the light of the moon, a ring on one of her fingers, which he observed with strict care, in the hope that it would lead to a discovery. Next day espying the identical ring on her Majesty's finger, he unfortunately insinuated to her that he had discovered his fair visitor. The following night an assassin was employed to punish him for his idle curiosity." The public execution of O'Rourke is however on historical record. †

The only crime of which O'Rourke could be accused, was his having received some shipwrecked Spaniards under his roof. Men, says O'Connor, whom the most hardened barbarity could scarcely consider as enemies. It is remarkable that O'Rourke previously to his execution was denied a priest of his own persuasion. But Miles Macgrath, the converted archbishop of Cashel, was sent to prevail on him to conform. "No," said O'Rourke firmly, "but do you remember the dignity from which you have fallen; return to the ancient Church, and learn from my fortitude the lesson you should have taught me, and which you ought to have been the last to disavow."

If there is a shadow of truth in this wild story of Leitrim, and Rourke did not betray the lady, he deserves canonization. Essex, however, who shared the same fate, preserved the same honourable secrecy; and the purity of the Virgin Queen remains intact.

+ The ruins of O'Rourke's castle still exist. They are sublimely situated on a rock that hangs and frowns over a rapid river, near Manor Hamilton, in the county of Leitrim. A few trees are scattered immediately about the castle, and around are heathy mountains rising to the clouds. "O'Rourke's noble feast" has been rendered immortal by the translation of Dean Swift.

THE CONQUEROR'S SLEEP.

SLEEP midst thy banners furl'd!

Yes! thou art there, upon thy buckler lying,
With the soft wind unfelt around thee sighing;
Thou chief of hosts! whose trumpet shakes the world!
Sleep! while the babe sleeps on its mother's breast-
-Oh! strong is night-for thou, too, art at rest!
Stillness has smooth'd thy brow,

And now might love keep timid vigils by thee;
Now might the foe with stealthy foot draw nigh thee,
Alike unconscious and defenceless thou!

Tread lightly, watchers !-Now the field is won,
Break not the rest of Nature's weary son!

Perchance some lovely dream

Back from the stormy fight thy soul is bearing
To the green places of thy boyish daring,
And all the windings of thy native stream;
-Why, this were joy!-Upon the tented plain,
Dream on, thou Conqueror!-be a child again.

But thou wilt wake at morn,

With thy strong passions to the conflict leaping,
And thy dark troubled thoughts all earth o'ersweeping,
-So wilt thou rise, oh! thou of woman born!
And put thy terrors on-till none may dare
Look upon thee the tired one, slumbering there!

Why, so the peasant sleeps

Beneath his vine!-And man must kneel before thee,
And for his birthright vainly still implore thee-
Shalt thou be stay'd because thy brother weeps?
Wake! and forget that, midst a dreaming world,
Thou hast lain thus, with all thy banners furl'd!

Forget that thou, e'en thou,

Hast feebly shiver'd when the wind pass'd o'er thee,
And sunk to rest upon the earth which bore thee,
And felt the night-dew chill thy fever'd brow!
Wake with the trumpet, with the spear press on!
-Yet shall the dust take home its mortal son.

F. H.

THE WISH.

OH! dews of morning, mild salubrious air,
Woods, grassy banks and rivers winding near,
Hills clothed with verdure, and the cool retreat
Of grateful valleys! may propitious Fate
Those joys of my paternal land restore,
United once again, to part no more;
Unspoil'd by art, by terror undismay'd,
Retired, forgotten in life's silent shade
So long beloved-securely let me see
Tranquil old age advance, from tumults free!
Calm my declining years, and calm their close,
May I submissive yield to soft repose,
And sleep beneath the turf or silent stone,
My ashes undistinguish'd and unknown.

J. M.C.

A TRIP TO LISLE.

We'love roast beef, Old England, and our home,
Our comforts, and our glorious constitution;
And yet, somehow, we love in France to roam,
And this appears a problem past solution;
For let me ask if any good can come

From those French fellows, fond of revolution:
Unless for fun you have a mind to go

To drink champaigne, buy gloves, or something so:
Or, if you have a duel on your hands-

Or can't conveniently discharge a debt-
Or have more wives than one by holy banns-
Or by mistake a signature have set,-
A better reason nobody demands;

And then in Calais you a lodging get,
Where you may shun unpleasant notoriety,
And live in quite a decentish society.

Then there are minor reasons, which befit
The softer sex, and which their husbands call
A waste of money, though they're every bit
As good as what to most of us befall."
Some want new caps or bonnets-nay, can it
Matter if they have any want at all?

For if a jaunt, dear creatures, can amuse them,
Where is the barbarous man that would refuse them?
So to our story, lest it should prove tiresome :-
STELLA had got a bran-new house on lease,
And said she'd go to Calais, just to buy her some
Paper to hang it, with a tale of Greece,
Or Turkey, or Cook's voyages. A higher sum
It costs not, (they 're in slips, five francs apiece,)
And if it did, EUGENIUS, her loved lord,

Could well to pay the difference afford.

All that we saw and did upon our route,
If you'll but listen, I'll relate in rhyme;

For prose wants wit, which verse can do without,
It quite suffices that the verses chime,
And that you lengthen every stanza out
With quantum suf. in syllables and time:
Falsehood or truth, it does not signify,
Invention is the soul of poetry.

Our party was not numerous; we were four,-
Eugenius, Stella, I, and dear Fidele,

A dog, whose useful qualities are more
Than in a single stanza I can tell;
For Fid. was faithful to the very core,

Sagacious, watchful, keen in sight and smell;
For all which virtues he was quite adored,
And shared his master's ease in bed and board.
You'll ask "How could we quit so fine a place

As D-d-'s, verdant with umbrageous trees,
Where men and beasts are all in such good case,
And every day brings comfort, joy, and ease."
Alas! mankind is such a fickle race

That nothing for a constancy can please:
So, in a coach-and-four, we posted over
The Surrey hills, through Kent, and down to Dover.
VOL. X. NO. XLII.

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