Prophet was never broken," answered the Emir. "It is thou, brave Nazarene, from whom I should demand security, did I not know that treason seldom dwells with courage." The crusader felt that the confidence of the Moslem made him ashamed of his own doubts. "By the cross of my sword," he said, laying his hand on the weapon as he spoke, "I will be true companion to thee, Saracen, while our fortune wills that we remain in company together." "By Mohammed, Prophet of God, and by Allah, God of the Prophet," replied his late foeman, "there is not treachery in my heart towards thee. And now wend we to yonder fountain, for the hour of rest is at hand, and the stream had hardly touched my lip when I was called to battle by thy approach." The Knight of the Couchant Leopard yielded a ready and courteous assent; and the late foes, without an angry look or gesture of doubt, rode side by side to the little cluster of palm-trees.' Throughout these volumes are interspersed some pieces of poetry, which clearly shew that Sir Walter, if the best prose writer of the day, is certainly not the best poet. following are not however devoid of merit. The RENAULT VIDAL'S SONG. SOLDIER, wake! the day is peeping; Honour ne'er was won in sleeping, Never when the sunbeams still Lay unreflected on the hill: 'Tis when they are glinted back From axe and armour, spear and jack, That they promise future story Many a page of deathless glory. Shields that are the foeman's terror Ever are the morning's mirror. Arm, and up! the morning beam Hath called the rustic to his team, Hath called the falconer to the lake, Flath called the huntsman to the brake; The early student ponders o'er His dusty tomes of ancient lore. Soldier, wake! thy harvest, fame; Thy study, conquest; war thy game. Shield, that would be foeman's terror, Still should gleam the morning's mirror. Poor hire repays the rustic's pain; More paltry still the sportsman's gain; Vainest of all, the student's theme Ends in some metaphysic dream. Yet each is up, and each has toiled Since first the peep of dawn has smiled; And each is eagerer in his aim Than he who barter's life for fame. Up, up, and arm thee, son of terror ! Be thy bright shield the morning's mirror. THE TRUTH OF WOMAN. Again her word and troth she plight, DANIEL O'ROURKE. PEOPLE may have heard of the renowned adventures of Daniel O'Rourke, but how few are there who know that the cause of all his perils, above and below, was neither more or less than his having slept under the walls of the Phooka's tower! I knew the man well he lived at the bottom of Hungary Hill, just at the right hand side of the road as you go towards Bantry. An old man was he at the time that he told me the story, with grey hair, and a red nose; and it was on the 25th of June, 1813, that I heard it from his own lips, as he sat smoking his pipe under the old poplar tree, -on as fine an evening as ever shone from the sky. I was going to visit the caves in Dursey Island, having spent the morning at Glengariff. 6 'I am often axed to tell it, sir,' said he, so that this is not the first time. The master's son, you see, had come from beyond foreign parts, in France and Spain, as young gentlemen used to go, before Buonaparte or any such was heard of; and sure enough there was a dinner given to all the people on the ground, gentle and simple, high and low, rich and poor. The ould gentlemen were the gentlemen, after all, saving your honour's presence. They'd swear at a body a little, to be sure, and, may be, give one a cut of a whip now and then, but we were no losers by it in the end;-and they were so easy and civil, and kept such rattling houses, and thousands of welcomes;-and there was no grinding for rent, and few agents; and there was hardly a tenant on the estate that did not taste of his landlord's bounty often and often in the year;-but now it's another thing: no matter for that, sir, for I'd better be telling you my story. Well, we had every thing of the best, and plenty of it; and we ate, and we drank, and we danced, and the young master by the same token danced with Peggy Barry, from the Bohereen lovely young couple they were, though they are both low enough now. certain. a To make a long story short, I got, as a body may say, the same thing as tipsy almost, for I can't remember ever at all, no ways, how it was that I left the place: only I did leave it, that's Well, I thought, for all that, in myself, I'd just step to Molly Cronahan's, the fairy woman, to speak a word about the bracket heifer what was bewitched; and so as I was crossing the stepping-stones of the ford of Ballyashenogh, and was looking up at the stars and blessing myself-for why? it was Ladyday-1 missed my foot, and souse I fell into the water. alive!" thought I, "I'll be drowned now." However, I began swimming, swimming, swimming away for the dear life, till at last I got ashore, somehow or other, but never the one of me can tell how, upon a dissolute island. " Death I wandered and wandered about there, without knowing where I wandered, until at last I got into a big bog. The moon was shining as bright as day, or your fair lady's eyes, sir, (with your pardon for mentioning her,) and I looked east and west, and north and south, and every way, nothing did I see but bog, bog, bog;-I could never find out how I got into it; and my heart grew cold with fear, for sure and certain I was that it would be my berrin place. So I sat down upon a stone which, as good luck would have it, was close by me, and I began to scratch my head, and sing the Ullagone-when all of a sudden the moon grew black, and I looked up and saw something for all the world as if it was moving down between me and it, and I could not tell what it was. Down it came with a pounce, and looked at me full in the face; and what was it but an eagle? as fine a one as ever flew from the kingdom of Kerry. So he looked at me in the face, and says he to me, "Daniel O'Rourke," says he, how do you do?" Very well, I thank you, sir," says I; I hope you're well ;” wondering out of my senses all the time how an eagle came to speak like a Christian. What brings you here, Dan?" says he. "Nothing at all, sir," says I; "only I wish I was safe at home again." "Is it out of the island you want to go, Dan?" says he. "Tis, sir," says I so I up and told him how I had taken a drop too much, and fell into the water; how 1 swam to the island; and how I got into the bog, and did not know my way out of it. "Dan," says he, after a minute's thought, though it was very improper for you to get drunk on Ladyday, yet as you are a decent, sober man, who 'tends mass well, and never flings stones at me or mine, nor cries out after us in the fields-my life for yours," says he; "so get upon my back, and gripe me well, for fear you'd fall off, and I'll fly you out of the bog." "I am afraid," says I, "your honour's making game of me; for who ever heard of riding a horseback on an eagle before?" "Pon the honour of a gentleman," says he, putting his right foot on his breast, "I am quite in earnest; and so now either take my offer or starve in the bog-besides, I see that your weight is sinking the stone.” - 66 It was true enough as he said, for I found the stone every minute going from under me. I had no choice; so thinks I to myself, faint heart never won fair lady, and this is fair persuadance :— "I thank your honour," says 1 "for the loan of your civilty; and I'll take your kind offer." I therefore mounted upon the back of the eagle, and held him tight enough by the throat, and up he flew in the air like a lark. Little I knew the trick he was going to serve me. Up-up-up-God knows how far up he flew. "Why, then," said I to him— thinking he did not know the right road home-very civilly, because why?--I was in his power entire. ly; "Sir," says I, please your honour's glory, and with humble submission to your better judgment, if you'd fly down a bit, you're now just over my cabin, and I could be put down there, and many thanks to your worship." "Arrah, Dan," said he, "do you think me a fool? Look down in the next field, and don't you see two men and a gun? By my word it would be no joke to be shot this way, to oblige a drunken blackguard that I pick ed up off a could stone in a bog." "Bother you," said I to myself, but I did not speak out, for where was the use? Well, sir, up he kept flying, flying, and I asking him every minute to fly down, and all to no use. "Where in the world are you going, sir?" says I to him. "Hold your tongue, Dan," says he: "mind your own business, and don't be interfering with the business of other people." "Faith, "Dan," said the eagle, "I' tired with this long fly; I hat no notion 'twas so far." my lord, sir," said I, who in the world axed you to fly so farit I did not I beg, and pray and beseech you to stop half m hour ago?" "There's no vs talking, Dan," said he; "la tired had enough, so you mis get off, and sit down on the most until I rest myself." "Is it st down on the moon?" said 1; “i it upon that little round thing then? why then, sure I'd fall of in a minute, and be kilt and spilt and smashed all to bits: you are a vile deceiver-so you are." "Not at all, Dan," said he: “you can catch fast hold of the rep ing-hook that's sticking out the side of the moon, and 'tw keep you up." "I won't then,' said 1. "May be not," said he quite quiet. "If you don't, aj man, I shall just give you a shake, and one slap of my wing, t send you down to the ground. where every bone in your body will be smashed as small as a drop of dew on a cabbage-leaf in the morning." "Why, then, I'm it a fine way," said I to myself, ever to come along with the likes of you ;" and so giving his a hearty curse in Irish, for fes he'd know what I said, I got of his back with a heavy heart, took a hold of the reaping-hook, an sat down upon the moon, and i mighty cold seat it was, I cr tell you that.' (To be concluded in my next.) LONDON-J. Robins and Co. Ivy Lant Paternoster Row; J. Robins, jun, Co. 58, Lower Ormond Quay, Dobla and all Booksellers, &c. THE GOSPELLERS! was taken by Mr. Peto, the Trea- more like the savages in the wilds MR. ROBERT CRUIKSHANK has surer of the Society, in the absence of America than the (pretended) sent me the above illustration of of Dr. Hawker, the President disciples of a book that inculcates the proceedings of the Go-spell thereof. The Secretary, Mr. Palm- meekness, forbearance, and charity. Tract Society at the City of Lon-er, read the Report, which, among The most opprobrious and scurril. don Tavern; and, as I wish to im- other matters, called the attention ous epithets were lavished on Mr. mortalize their conduct, I have of Protestants to the increase of Tyrrell, who stood the ravings of ten given it a place in my Gazette.' Popery-the Man of Sio-which fanatics with courage and firmness. Not having been at this meeting had of late, it said, gained consider-Turn him out! Down with myself, I copy the proceedings from able ground. the newspapers-and have only to observe, that the account has not been contradicted: I therefore take it for a faithful detail. "For some days past the walls of the metropolis have been placarded, announcing that on the 7th instant, at six o'clock in the evening, the anniversary meeting of the above society would be held at the City of London Tavern, Bishopsgate Street. At five o'clock, on the above evening, the doors of the great room of the tavern were opened, and, before the hour appointed for the commencement of business, the place was crowded to excess by elegant and well-dressed females as well as males. The Chair "A Mr. Hope, or, as some of the papers call him, Dr. Hope, of Chatham, proposed the first resolution, in doing which he took care to vomit forth the usual calumnies against Popery. When Mr. or Dr. Hope had concluded, the vagabond Papist!- No Popery! Where are the constables?-Sons of the Devil!'-'Imps of Hell!'-and similar expressions, were vociferated by the managers and creatures of the meeting, while Mr. Tyrrell stood undaunted, and occasionally exclaiming, Is this The Rev. Mr.Tyrrell, pastor of your English liberality? Shame, the Catholic congregation at Strat-shame! The Rev. Joseph Irons ford, made an attempt to address called loudly for the peace officers, the Chair, in refutation of the base and denounced the intruder as one and bigoted calumnies he had of the most impudent sons of the been compelled to listen to. The devil' that ever dared to interrupt attempt of this gentleman to vindi- a Christian assembly. The police cate his religious principles from officers were at length called in to the foul slanders cast upon them allay the commotion, and no less produced the most vehement up- than seven were brought succesroar and confusion from the saint-sively to take Mr. Tyrrell into cuslike Gospellers, whose conduct was tody; but not one of them dared to lay hands on the ungodly Popish Priest, because no one had the hardihood to make a charge against him. We must here observe, that Mr. Alexander, the respectable landlord of the tavern, cautioned the constables against laying hands on Mr. Tyrrell, to whose character and respectability he bore testimony; and said that the meeting was, to all intents and purposes, a public one, and that therefore those who felt themselves calumniated, had a right to be heard in their defence. While one part of the modern Gospellers were thus venting their fury at Mr. Tyrrell, another set of the godly desperadoes attacked Mr. Rolph, who had not interfered in the proceedings of the meeting; and, after striking him on the head, and kicking him in the body, he was forcibly carried out of the room, and would have been thrown over the banisters of the staircase into the hall, to his inevitable destruction, if Mr. Alexander had not again most kindly and manfully interfered, and rescued Mr. Rolph from the hands of these Gospelling ruffians. This conduct of Mr. Alexander is beyond all praise; and it has secured him the esteem and gratitude of all true friends to free discussion, of every religious denomination. The Rev. Mr. Tyrrell, anxious for the safety of his friend, quitted the room, and was followed by upwards of two hundred ladies and gentlemen; many of whom commended his conduct, and reprobated in the strongest terms the shameful proceedings of the Gospellers. Indeed we must say the behaviour of these haters of Popery was most cowardly, in their brutal attack on Mr. Rolph, who is a gentleman of small stature, and therefore incapable of making any powerful resistance; while Mr. Tyrrell, who had a commanding appearance, kept the yellers at bay, though several blows were aimed at him, and he received a severe stroke on his arm." In the course of the evening the Rev. Mr. Irons challenged any twelve Papists, lay or clerical, to meet him at the proper place, and he would contradict them. There can be no doubt but he would contradict them; however, as he has not mentioned where is the proper place, I beg he will let me know, by the two-penny post, whether he means his chapel at Camberwell Grove as the proper place. If so, I'll call on him myself, and have halfan hour's conversation with him. The intolerance of these fanatics has excited the disgust of every sensible man in the kingdom; even the Religious Tract Society, in consequence of these disgraceful proceedings, has disclaimed, in a public advertisement, all connexion with the Go-spell Tract gentry. This is as it should be. DANIEL O'ROURKE. (Concluded from my last.) 'WHEN he had me there fairly landed, he turned about to me, and said, "Good morning to you, Daniel O'Rourke,” said he: “ Í think I've nicked you fairly now. You robbed my nest last year,” ('twas true enough for him, but how he found it out is hard to say,)" and in return you are freely welcome to cool your heels dangling upon the moon like a cock throw." "Is that all, and is this the way you leave me, you brute, you?" says I. "You ugly unnatural baste, and is this the way you serve me at last? Bad luck to yourself, with your hook'd nose, and to all your breed, you blackguard." 'Twas all to no manner of use: he spread out his great big wings, burst out a laughing, and flew away like lightning. I bawled after him to stop; but I might have called and bawled for ever, without his minding me. Away he went, and I never saw him from that day to this-sorrow fly away with him! You may be sure I was in a disconsolate condition, and kept roaring who do you think, but the man in the moon? I knew him by his bush. "Good morrow to you, Daniel O'Rourke," said he : How do you do?" "Very well, thank your honour," said I. "I hope your honour's well." "What brought you here, Dan ?" said he. So I told him how I was a little overtaken in liquor at the master's, and how I was cast on a dissolute island, and how I lost my way in the bog, and how the thief of an eagle promised to fly me out of it, and how instead of that he had fled me up to the moon. 66 66 Dan," "said the man in the moon, taking a pinch of snuff when I was done, you must not stay here." "Indeed, sir," says I, 'tis much against my will I'm here at all; but how am I to go back?""That's your business," said he, "Dan: mine is to tell you that here you must not stay, so be off in less than no time." "I'm doing no harm," says I, "only holding on hard by the reaping-hook, lest I fall off." "That's what you must not do, Dan," says he. Pray, sir," says I, "may I ask how many you are in family, that you would not give a poor traveller lodging? I'm sure it is not so often you're troubled with strangers coming to see you, for 'tis a long way." "I'm by myself, Dan," says he; "but you'd better let go the reaping-hook." "Faith, and with your leave," says I, "I'm not let go the grip." "You had better, Dan," says he again. "Why, then, my little fellow," says I, taking the whole weight of him with my eye from head to foot, "there are two words to that bargain; and I'll not budge, but me "Well, I was preparing myself to try strength with him, when back again he comes, with the kitchen cleaver in his hand, and, without saying a word, he gave two bangs to the handle of the reaping-hook that was keeping me up, and whap! it came in two. "Good morning to you, Dan," says the spiteful little old blackguard, when he saw cleanly falling down with a bit of the handle in my hand; "I thank you for your visit, and fair weather after you, Daniel." I had not time to make any answer to him, for I was tumbling over and over, and rolling and rolling at the rate of a fox-hunt. "God help me," says I, "but this is a pretty pickle for a decent man to be seen in at this time of night: I am now sold fairly." The word was not out of my mouth, when whiz! what should fly by close to my ear but a flock of wild geese? and the ould gander, who was their general, turning about his, cried out to me, "Is that you, Dan?" I was not a bit daunt ed now at what he said, for I was by this time used to all kinds of bedevilment, and, besides, I knew him of ould. "Good morrow to you," says he, "Daniel O'Rourke how are you in health this morning?" Very well, sir," says I, "I thank you kindly,' drawing my breath, for I was mightily in want of some. hope your honour's the same." "I think 'tis falling you are, Daniel," says he. "You may say that, sir,' says I. "And where are you going all the way so fast?" said the gander. So I told him how I had taken the drop, and how I came on the island, and how I lost my way in the bog, and how the thief of an eagle flew "I me up to the moon, and how the man in the moon turned me out. "Dan," said he, "I'll save you : put out your hand and catch me by the leg, and I'll fly you home.' "Sweet is your hand in a pitcher of honey, my jewel," says I, though all the time I thought in myself that I don't much trust you; but there was no help, so I caught the gander by the leg, and away I and the other geese flew after him as fast as hops. 'We flew, and we flew, and we flew, until we came right over the wide ocean. I knew it well, for I saw Cape Clear to my right hand, sticking up out of the water. "Ah! my lord," said I to the goose, for I thought it best to keep a civil tongue in my head any way, "fly to the land if you please." "It is impossible, you see, Dan," said he, "for a while, because you see we are going to Arabia." "To Arabia," said I; "that's surely some place in foreign parts, far away. Mr. Goose: why then, to be sure, I'm a man to be pitied among you." " Whist, whist, you fool," said he, "hold your tongue; I tell you Arabia is a very decent sort of place, as like West Carbery as one egg is like another, only there is a little more sand there." Oh! 66 will Just as we were talking, a ship hove in sight, scudding so beautifully before the wind: "Ah! then, sir," said I, you drop me on the ship, if you please?" "We are not fair over it," said he. "We are," said J. "We are not," said he: "If I dropped you now, you would go splash into the sea." "I would not," says I; "I know better than that, for it is just clean under us, so let me drop now at once." "If you must, you must," said he. There, take your own way;" and he opened his claw, and faith he was right-sure enough I came down plump into the very bottom of the salt sea! Down to the very bottom I went, and I gave myself up then for ever, when a whale walked up to me, scratching himself after his night's sleep, and looked me full in the face; and never the worddid he say, but, lifting up his tail, he splashed me all over again with the cold salt water, till there wasn't a dry stitch upon my whole carcass; and I heard somebody saying 'twas a voice I knew, too "Get up, you drunken brute, off of that:" and with that I woke up, and there was Judy with a tub full of water, which she was splashing me all over;-for, rest her soul! though she was a good wife, she never could bear to see me in drink, and had a bitter hand of her own. "Get up," said she again: "and, of all places in the parish, would no place sarve your turn to lie down upon but under the ould walls of Carrigaphooka? An uneasy resting I am sure you had of it." And sure enough I had ; for I was fairly bothered out of my senses with the eagles, and men of the moons, and flying ganders, and whales, driving me through bogs, and up to the moon, and down to the bottom of the great ocean. If I was in drink ten times over, long would it be before I'd lie down in the same spot again, I know that.' TO THE IRISH CHIEFTAIN. MY DEAR CAPTAIN,-I beg to return you, with unfeigned gratitude, my most sincere thanks for giving insertion to my letter in the seventeenth number of your excellent Weekly Gazette;' and have now again to entreat you to give publicity, in your next number, to this communication. I wish, in the first place, to remark, that my object in writing is not to create disorder, but, by every possible way, to prevent it, and to render service to the poor and unprotected,, in the only way within the reach of my power, through the medium of your honest and truly |