shaking the ruin as if it would cause it to crumble on the audacious rapparee. But he held fast by young O'Connor; the eyes of both closed with horror; and when they opened them, the gigantic form was gone, only the voice of the spirit keening was heard outside the old carved window of the abbey.

"Churl! what have you done?" cried young O'Connor; "you have made me anger the spirit of my race, that ye might palm your base blood on the world for noble. I will proclaim you in my father's hall."

less determined upon it. To this
end he colleagued and sought in
formation from the wandering
wizards of the time; and, under
their guidance, he at last fixed the
day for evoking some spirit of the
infernal regions, with more suc-
cess, he hoped, than he had ad-
dressed one of supernal race.

'An hour before midnight, on some mysteriously-chosen night, Murragh Toole departed from Clonmorth, and crossed the wild and lofty country, seawards, to that still sublime and somewhat awful spot, the Devil's Glen. Gay visitors, and sandwich-devouring "Wilt thou, stripling?" said the pilgrims, have of late disenchanted grim Murragh; and, as the spirit it; but the place still bears the keened the last yell of the benshee, impress of what it was once consithe sword of the rapparee struckdered,-the haunt that its name inyoung O'Connor to the earth.

With this resolve Murragh Toole fled from the vengeance of the O'Connors, and buried himself once more at Clonmorth, to meditate on darker plans for ennobling the name of Toole, and eluding the fatal snare that Kevenagh had laid for his race.

dicates. Here Murragh Toole re"Now am I left no hope from paired, not entering the glen by the spirits of the air!" said Toole, that magnificent gorge that is still as he looked upon the murdered the wonder and delight of the visibody. A moment's remorse he al-tor, but descending into it from the lowed; then flung it off; and, lofty swamps that crowns it termisheathing his sword, at the same nation, and that pour into it the time that his teeth and lips closed torrent that dashes along through with the conception of a desperate the hottom of the dell. By the resolve, I will seek it, then, side of that waterfall, which the from the demons of hell!" starlight scarcely rendered visible, until the eye became more familiar with the dark spot around, Mur. ragh descended, pausing at the foot, and opposite to a crag that jutted out by the side of the fall, jetty black, from the moist spray that curled and rose like incense up its side. The pines upon the From that day Murragh Toole high hill's summit roared and forswore all pilgrimages, even to crackled as a loud gust rushed up the neighbouring shrine of St. the ravine, and in the calm moKevin and the holy places of Glen-ments between the light shrubs and dalough. The brotherhood found aspens that o'erhung the crag rusno more their wonted welcome at tled tremulously and timidly, so Clonmorth; and it was noised that that the motion of each leaf might the rapparce had relapsed into his almost be distinguished; for the old ungodly ways. In the mean fall of water was not equable, but time his progeny grew up around came like waves, splashing at him to manhood, and every new intervals; now overshooting the trait in them of boldness and pro-ledge far into the gulf below with mise reminded their parent the a sudden roar, and now dripping deeper of all he had doomed them unheard down the channel it had to lose. He forgot not, however, worn in the rock. his last resolve; and, although he lingered in meditating and preparing its execution, he was not the

At the precise hour of midnight the rapparce flung his offering into the stream, and invoked, with the

incantation that he had learned, the dark spirit himself to appear; or, if that could not be, one of the demons next to him in power.

"I come myself at thy bidding, Murragh Toole," said the demon, as his form appeared between the crag and the waterfall, the guil being between him and the suppli. cant. "What would you with me ?"

'Toole was proceeding with his story of his sworn pact with Kevenagh; but the demon was acquainted with all respecting the circumstance, and cut short the narrative: "What would'st thou ask of me?"

"A benshee to keen at my death, and at those of my race, as O'Connor's spirit doth," said the rapparee.

"You should have come to me first with your request, my noble bastard of O'Connor. Old Nick, forsooth, is your forlorn hope. But come, better late than never, -what wilt thou give me for the boon?"

-W

'Toole pondered, not knowing well what to offer.'

(To be concluded in my next.)

THE PARADOX.
THAT Want has ruined Ireland, all admit,
Her state of wretchedness is traced to it;
Her wasted form, her lean and pallid front,
Declare her wants so great, she wants even

Wunt!

This may seem parodoxical; with fervour
I vow 'tis true;-now for some Wants
would serve her.

A want of Churchmen, and a want of Tithes,
A want of Taxes, under which she writhes,
A want of Sinecures of large dimensions,
A want of Placemen, and a want of Pen-
sions,

A want of Hypocrites, a want of Tracts,'
A want, in Bishops, of unchristian acts,
A want of Caut, Intolerance, and, far bet-

te:, a
Want of the Union, with more wants, &c.

No. 15.

Or, The Chieftain's Weekly Gazette.

PRIVATE MEMOIRS OF
CAPTAIN ROCK.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE FATE OF SUSAN.

SATURDAY, JUNE 11, 1825.

feet.

PRICE TWO PENCE.

Her hands were tied behind her back; and a cruel gag, made of a furze stick, was stuck in her mouth. These, however, did not prevent me from recognising my beloved Susan in the wretched figure before me. Raising her from the ground, I quickly unbound her hands, relieved her mouth from the barbarous instru. ment that prevented her from speaking, and once more imprinted a kiss upon her lips. Oh! Decimus! Decimus!" she exclaimed, take me to my father! Oh, for Heaven's sake, carry me home, or I'm lost for ever!'

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Fear not, Susan,' I replied, we part no more; but, tell me, who is this ruffian who lies there?'

Blame not him,' she returned; 'tis not his fault.'

all, in a moment, was silent. I mounted one of the rocks, and saw beneath me a most romantic mountain chasm-a place where bandit villains might take up their NEXT day we renewed our abode; and, what struck me as search after my unfortunate mis- probable, a place where Susan tress, but without success. Many might be concealed. Hope flashed of my friends looked upon her as upon me as I descended an almost irrecoverable; and, accordingly, perpendicular path; and, as I desisted from the pursuit. But I reached the bottom, a ruffianlywas not to be diverted from my looking head was protruded from purpose. Honour, duty, and love, the mouth of a cavern, and in an forbade it; and I had little doubt instant was withdrawn. The fel but that perseverance in this, as in low, however, suspecting that he other instances, would be crowned was seen, once more made his apwith success. For five days, how-pearance; and, as he stood up. ever, all my inquiries proved fruit-right, presented the rugged form less; but, on the sixth, an acci- of an athletic giant, being full dent led to a discovery. seven feet high; while every limb As the Rake had not been heard indicated strength and activity. of since the night of the abduc- His face was of the Irish mouldtion, we concluded that he was long and deeply marked; while a No, in troth!' said he, start. the cause of Susan's detention; fortnight's heard, and a twelve-ing up on his feet, I was only and, knowing that he had nume- month's dirt, gave it an appear- doing my duty; for, sure, we rous friends in the O'Kellys' coun-ance of savage ferocity. At the ought all to assist an O'Kelly, try, we proceeded towards that moment I was struck with some- without being run through by a wild district. My friends, on the thing like fear; but, ashamed and shooting iron; and, had you be occasion, amounted to fifty young unwilling to retreat, I drew a haved civil to me, I'd have given fellows like myself; and, as the pistol from my pocket, and ap-you up the thackeen astore with. Kellys were not prepared to en- proached this singular apparition. counter such a formidable host, well armed, we met very little opposition in our search. No tidings, however, could we learn of the unfortunate object of our labour; and, evening coming, we bent our steps homeward. Filled with the most melancholy apprehensions for the fate of the unhappy girl, I lingered behind my party; and, not knowing well what direction they took, I struck into a beaten path that led across a heathy hill. On my left, a parcel of singular-looking rocks attracted my attention; and I thought a human figure was discernible, apparently crouched, on one of them. Thither I instantly hastened; and, as I approached them, methought I heard a cry of distress. I listened; but

Who have you in that cavern? I demanded; and, scarcely had the words passed my lips, when a female endeavoured to force her way out, but was savagely repulsed by the ruffian, who now appeared to act as her gaoler. 'Let her pass!' cried I, with some impatience; but, instead of either obeying or replying, he lifted a club he held in his hand, and made a blow, which I fortunately turned off with my pistol. Again he renewed the stroke; till at length, in selfdefence, I fired. His club flew out of his hand; his shattered arm fell, as if dead, by his side; and he sunk upon the ground. Before I could inquire the nature of his wound, the affrighted female rushed out of the cave, and fell at my

out any of this work. But see, my brave garsoon, the blood of an O'Kelly never went unrevenged; and may the grass never grow on my grave if I die without having satisfaction!'

Saying this, he raised the club in his left hand; and, looking unutterable things, he made towards me. Weakened, however, by loss of blood, I soon brought him once more to the ground; and, while he lay there, I seized Susan round the waist, and hastened from the little valley. As few have ever been similarly situated, few are capable of estimating my feelings at this moment. To hold the girl I loved so well in my arms-to feel her little heart throb against my sideand considering myself her deliverer-were circumstances calcu

com

round, and trotted quite content-
edly to his native pasture.

It was no sooner ascertained that
the O'Kellys had offered not only
insult to a Rock, but detained a
M'Mahon, than the whole country
was up in arms. Sunday was the
day appointed for the commence-
ment of hostilities; and the chapel,
as usual, was chosen as the scene
of action. Against this last de-
termination, however, I positively
objected; for I never could think
that those men respected religion,
who went to the house of God with
the intention of fighting. It was
a custom once too prevalent; and,
though the Catholic clergy have
banished it from places where their
authority is acknowledged, I re-
gret to state that family factions-
the remnant of clanship-still exist.
Irishmen, however, are beginning
to grow ashamed of such barbarous
practices. No people in the world
are more easily persuaded from
error, or less inclined to do any
thing that would reflect disgrace
on their country or religion.

lated to fill me with joy and hap-lieved of his burden, than he turned
piness, were not the apprehension
of being overtaken, and again se-
parated, sufficient to counteract
the rising emotions of my soul.
Alas! I had but too much cause
to fear; for we had not descended
from the hill when the blast of the
horn, more terrible than the death-
bell, fell upon our ears. It pro-
claimed that pursuit was
menced, and my flight was consi-
derably impeded by Susan fainting
away on my breast. Single, though
armed, what could I do against a
host of foes, who I dreaded were
now approaching? and I had only
just time to reload my pistol, and
lay Susan on the ground, when
nine or ten men, with loud cries of
vengeance, appeared within a few
perches of me. Foremost I dis-
cerned the ruffian I had wounded,
with his arm tied up in a handker-
chief; and, beside him, Toney
Kelly. I was now convinced that
my suspicions respecting the Rake
were well founded; and, over-
come with jealous rage, I cocked
my pistol, and was on the point of
pulling the trigger, when a stone
from one of the O'Kellys struck
me on the temple, and laid me
senseless on the ground. It was
fortunate it did so; for, had I
killed one of them, my life must
have been sacrificed to their fury.
As it was, I believe they consider-
ed me as dead, for no further vio-
lence was offered; which humanity
on their part arose, perhaps, from
their eagerness to secure their prize.

instantly shown into her presence; for they apprehended no danger from an old beggarman. Susan knew me not; and, as I saw that fatigue and cold had brought on a fever, I affected to feel her pulse; and then, promising to collect a few herbs that would instantly restore her to health, I left my wallet behind me, and repaired to the side of a mountain. Once out of view, I seized a horse, and was quickly at Rockglen. A few followers were soon collected, and, as fast as horses could carry us, we proceeded to O'Kelly Country. In the cabin we found the Rake and five others: a scuffle ensued, in which the guilty Toney lost his life. Susan was restored to her father; but, alas! his happiness was short-lived; her fever grew worse and worse, and, in five days time, she was a corpse!

My own feelings, on this occasion, I shall not attempt to de. scribe; but such was the effect which Susan's fate produced on my mind, that I have been, from that day to this, an enemy of fe. male abduction. The actors in such cases are generally fellows like Kelly; but I never could discover the reason why the peasantry are not averse to such a vile prac. tice.

Perhaps, like other things, they indulge in it because declared illegal; for they have been long in the habit of considering what is right to be the reverse of what the law commands.

GOOD OLD DAYS OF CHIVALRY.
A NEW translation of the His-

I easily prevailed on my friends to meet the O'Kellys on more legitimate ground-on their Own plains-and, accordingly, we paid plains-and, accordingly, we paid them a visit; but to our astonishment, no opposition was made, and for six days successively we searched in vain for Susan, who, as I afterwards learned, was removed from place to place, from mountain to mountain, with such care as eluded our sagacity. Thinking, at length, When I had partially recovered that stratagem might be more sucfrom the effects of the blow, I cessful than force, I stopped an old found myself alone; and, being beggarman, dressed myself in history of the Chevalier Bayard, weak from loss of blood, I was clothes, and, with a wallet on my not well able to walk. With that back, a long pole in my right hand, freedom quite natural in Ireland, and a wooden can in my left, I I seized the first horse I met, con- sallied forth a disguised mendicant. verted his fetter, or side-irons, On the first day nothing remarkinto a temporary bridle, and rodeable occurred; but, on the second, home; a distance of about five chance brought me to the cabin miles. Irish horses are animals of where Susan was confined. She singular sagacity; for, like carrier was extremely ill, and the people pigeons, they will always find knew not what to do for her. They their way home. On this occasion asked my advice, and, as I boasted my Rosinante was no sooner re- of my medical knowledge, I was

'the Good Knight without fear and without reproach,' as he was usually denominated, has lately been published. It is a book full of noble deeds and noble sentiments, and shows the Chevalier to have been well deserving the character his cotemporaries gave him, of being the model of soldiers and men of honour.' Had I lived in the days of Bayard, I might have attained as honourable a men

men

he was raised by that lord to the rank of gendarm in his company; that Louis XII. named him cap. tain of a thousand foot; that he was appointed lieutenant-general of Dauphiny; finally, that Francis I. made him a knight of his order of St. Michael, and gave him a company of a hundred of his ordinary at arms: the enumeration of these different military degrees would doubtless suffice to honour the memory of a distinguished soldier, but it is not enough for that of Bayard. An accomplished knight at an epoch when chivalry was daily degenerating ; born to be the ornament of any time or country in which he might have lived; esteemed, beloved, and feared by nations hostile to France; qualified in all respects to command armies; yet having always served under others without betraying either spleen or jealousy; constantly ad vised with by the ablest generals; in councils winning every one to his opinion, because he was neither presumptuous nor severe; cheer. fully undertaking the most hazardous expeditions, though he knew that his chiefs would enjoy all the credit of them; never seeking any thing but the good of the state ;— such was Bayard. His mind was early imbued with the principles of a morality as sane as it was profoundly reflective. A gentleman asked him, "What goods ought the noble man to leave to his children ?" "Those which fear neither rain, nor storm, nor the power of man, nor human justice," replied Bay. ard; "wisdom and virtue."

'He often repeated that "the best lordship a gentleman can have is to be connected with virtuous persons. The greatest misfortune for a lord," added he, "is to be surrounded by vicious and ignorant men, seeing that there is nothing so dangerous as boldness and power accompanied by lack of know. ledge."

'In an age when the amusements of the nobility presented the rough image of war, Bayard, proud to be

danger, it is proper to distinguish Anne de Montmorency, afterward constable, and at that time captain of a company of gendarms: "I account it an honour," said he, on presenting himself, "to serve under so great and renowned a leader."

Bayard must, doubtless, have been highly flattered when at Marignano he conferred the order of knighthood on Francis I. But that monarch testified the esteem with which he honoured him in a far more expressive manner, when, on hearing the news of his death, he exclaimed, "Knight Bayard, what a loss shall I sustain in you!" This loss he learned to estimate still better in process of time. Oppressed with grief and disquietude during his captivity, he said to Montchenu, his head steward: "Had Bayard, who was valiant and experienced, been alive and near me, my affairs would doubt less have taken a better turn: I should have listened to his counsels: Ah! I should not have been here now!"