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“Are you guilty or not guilty ?”

Guilty, my Lord.”

“ The sentence of the Court is,” said the Recorder, “that you be imprisoned for three months—remove him.”

Branagan retired, delighted to find a short imprisonment substituted for the transportation he expected. As he passed through the other prisoners, he was eagerly interrogated

“ What have you got?”
66 Three months."

“Three months ! only three months !" they exclaimed. “Oh! but we're in luck. His Lordship is as mild as milk this mornin'. . It's seldom he's in so sweet a humour."

6 Put forward another case," said the Recorder.
Are you gilty or not guilty ?”.

Guilty, my Lord.”
“ Let the prisoner stand back, and arraign the next.”

Accordingly, the prisoners were rapidly arraigned, and the same plea of " Guilty,” recorded in each case.

Presently, it was signified to his Lordship, that the calendar was exhausted. All the thieves had pleaded guilty.

“Put the prisoners to the front of the dock,” said he, and they were accordingly mustered as he directed. He then briefly addressed them

6. The sentence of the Court is, that you and each of you be transported for seven years. Crier, adjourn the Court.”

Branagan had been thrown as a sprat, and had caught the salmon ..very abundantly. The last incident might afford a useful suggestion to some of our present jndges, especially on circuit, when there is a crowded dock. The reader may now adjourn, and depart, at least for a time, from the vicinity of the "Old Prison."



OF earthly orbs to which thy spirit burns,

Choose while I ope to thee the starry treasure :-
The eye of Syrian odalisque, which turns

Sleepy soft, as with excess of pleasure ;
Dusk Egypt's ebon melancholy smile,

Dark and delicious as the wave of Nile ;
Italia's glossy flash of ecstasy,

Or proud and tranquil gaze of apathy;
Galia's nymph glances, vivid, gay, and meek,

Fed with the sparkles of a wit unsleeping ;

Castilia's, brilliant o'er her twilight cheek,

Twin stars of eve, through hazel shadows peeping;
The English maidens, quiet-hued and gray ;
The girl of Erin's, beaming like the young blue day,
Founts of the heart for smiling and for weeping :

Round Cupid's altar, lit by summer skies,
Kneel, lovers, kneel, and heave your prayer-like sighs,
Enraptured magians, mid this heaven of eyes.

In olden days, the artist mind
Modeled and painted Capid blind;

A foolish faith, yet one the while

Acknowledged in the wisest towns;
But we, good moderns, protest
Against this creed, and deem it best

To shape the Boy in such a way,

That while an eye of brightest ray
Is oped to catch our mistress's smile,

The other's closed upon her frowns.

FIRST when I met her, it seemed to my heart
I had seen her in some bright isle apart-
I felt that we never again could part ;

And when she left me, so great was the flow
Of tears that fell on her image of woe,
That I wept it away in an hour or so.

In the moonlight large blue eyes are beaming,
In the twilight breeze dark locks are streaming:

Trip it, light-limbed island girls,


slender almond tree,
Where your young cheeks, pure as pearls
Of moon rain that the hill wind whirls,

Shine through the dusk air lovelity.
Go pluck the opening balm buds now;

Their loss to ye, no amaranth grieves ;
Wreath them round each innocent brow,

Whose thoughts are pure as their young leaves ;
Lo! though 't has lost its fairest bough,

The tree's green heart with welcome heaves.

See the enraptured fountain leaping

To the early stars that love it;
Scarce through the twilight was it peeping

Until its pulse-gods beamed above it;
Seven, the orbs that shook its waves,

Sisters seven of island bowers
Circle the brim the fountain laves,

And cast ye in it seven flowers ;
Lo! the liquid altar's spright

Will bear your incense buds on high,
While yon clear stars shall sing all night

Your sacrifices through the sky.

Come Death ! come Death ! across the world, 'mid silent evening dreams,
When sunset's golden twilight fades over the land and streams-
Come to the poor man, old and lonely, with sad years oppressed;

Who, with his shoulder laden down,
With scanty heap of faggots brown,
Through the dim woodway pacing slow,

Toward his hut-hearth mouldering low ;
Hears in the gray airs round him wreathing
The voices of loved lost ones breathing;

And while the clear star of the west
Glimmers upon the tears that break,

Waked by mute memories, on his cheek,
In whispers, ease his piteous soul with hopes of heaven and rest.


Pass to the cottage door, where laughing on its mother's breast,

The wide-eyed infant gazing far,
Grasps at the beauteous early star,
Babbling upon the evening breeze

Its new life's innocent ecstasies;
And while as yet in raptures rare,
All consciousless of grief or care,

And future trouble manifold-
Young life's blood blinded untried guest-

Soothe to its close its day of gold,
And mingle with Sleep's lullaby, a deeper meed of rest.

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THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY. In the year 1592, Edward M‘Gauran was consecrated at Rome archbishop of Armagh, and in the same year he visited the court of Philip II. of Spain, to solicit aids for the Irish chieftains of the north, who were then preparing to rise in arms against the government of Queen Elizabeth. The Spanish monarch

gave the Irish primate cordial welcome, and dismissed him with satisfactory assurances of his readiness to stand by O'Neill, O'Donnell, M'Guire, and the other magnates who were then confederating for the overthrow of English rule in Ireland. Elated at his success, M'Gauran took a passage in the ship of captain James Fleming, a merchant of Drogheda, and landed in that harbour some ten days after he weighed anchor at Carthagena. Meanwhile, the Irish executive had been warned by the authorities in London, to keep a strict watch on the ports, and to take measures for M'Gauran's arrest, the momept he set foot on shore. Sir Richard Bingham received special instructions to examine all persons landing at Drogheda, and it is almost unnecessary to say, that he discharged his duty zealously and faithfully, for he was the most active and efficient commissioner of police at that period in the pay of England. Withal, clever as he was in his capacity of chief detective, M'Gauran contrived to elude him, stept ashore from James Fleming's ship, and found shelter in the house of a Catholic who had made preparation for his entertainment. After a few days' repose, the archbishop set out for Enniskillen, and on his arrival there, was welcomed by M-Guire, to whom he delivered the letters which he had brought from the king of Spain. Safely lodged in the strong castle of the chieftain of Fermanagh, M'Gauran could afford to laugh at the precautions that had been taken for his arrest, and the utter disappointment of Bingham and his staff of bishophunters, who had let such valuable prize slip through their fingers. Lord Burghley being informed of M'Gauran's arrival, lost no time in dispatching an angry missive to Fitzwilliam, censuring him for not arresting the “ popish primate;" but the deputy excused himself by alleging that Bingham was at fault, and that that official had not acted with his accustomed cleverness. Bingham, in his turn, retorted on the deputy that he alone was not chargeable with remissness in this momentous business, and

there were

ers as culpable as he—if, indeed, any of the parties charged to arrest M'Gauran could be held accountable for the escape of such an important personage., Chafed by this inuendo, Fitzwilliam resolved to lose no time in laying hands on M'Gauran; and he accordingly wrote to M'Guire, coinmanding him to set out instantly for Dublin, and bring along with him the person of the “ popish archbishop,” and the letters, of which the latter was bearer, from Clement VIII. and the King of Spain. M'Guire replied that he was not at all anxious to visit Dublin castle, and that no threat or compulsion wonld or could persuade him to forget the sacred obligations of hospitality,




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or deliver into the hands of his enemies the man whom he recognised as the chief of the Catholic religion in Ireland. If Fitzwilliam thought well of it, so ran M'Guire's answer,* he might come to Enniskillen and seize M'Gauran, if he could; bat, to expect that he (M'Guire) would obey the deputy's mandate, and lower himself to the level of Bingham or adventurers of his sort, nothing could be more foolish or extravagantly absurd. Smarting ander this rebuke, Fitzwilliam commissioned one Willis to enter Fermanagh with a posse, whom a cotemporary Protestant writer describes as three hundred of the very rascals and scum of the kingdom," and harry the entire district till it was made shire groundor, in other words, till the native occupiers were evicted from their lands, to make way for the new settlers with their flocks and herds. M'Guire, however, instead of countenancing this projected civilization, which, as a matter of course, would bring along with it the new religion and the queen's supremacy, fell upon the civilizers, who had fortified themselves in a church, and would have put them, one and all, to the sword were it not for the interposition of Hugh O'Neill, who stipulated, on their behalf, that they would at once betake themselves to the Pale, and never again enter Fermanagh. Willis and his "rascals" disappeared instantly, and left M'Guire at liberty act against the English, who were growing too strong for bim on the Connaught border of his country. Accompanied by M'Gauran, the chieftain of Fermanagh marched, at the head of his forces, through Breffni-O'Rourke, and over the bridge of Boyle Abbey into the county of Roscommon, where Guelford, Sir Richard Bingham's lieutenant, was then encamped on the hill of Tulsk, waiting the advance of the Irish. The first meeting of the two armies, O'Sullivanf tells us, occurred on a day which was so obscured by a thick fog that neither of them conld see each other before they were in actual conflict. The Irish, however, fought with signal success, and M'Guire had the satisfaction of killing Gaelford in the first onset. While the battle was raging, M'Gauran, accompanied by two horsemen, retired to the rear, but as they were moving off a squadron of Bingham's cavalry rode suddenly upon them and onhorsed the primate, who was mortally wounded in the melee. Collecting whatever strength was left him, he called aloud for assistance, and being heard by a detachment of the Irish foot they hastened to the spot where he lay, but before they reached him the vital spark had flown. What made this event still more melancholy was the death of Cathal M'Guire, for, owing to the dense fog, the Irish mistook him for one of Bingham's people, and slew him wbile he was in the act of protecting the lifeless remains of the archbishop. At the close of this disastrous skirmish, the Irish troops quitted the field, and as they had not time to inter their slain, M'Guire caused the head of the unfortunate primate to be cut off, in order that he might give it Christian sepulture elsewhere, and prevent the English from sending it as a trophy to the lord deputy. Bingham, however,

* See Lee's “ Declaration of the Government of Ireland."-Curry's Civil Wars, V. 2.

† Hist. Cath.

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