TAI T’S Edinburgh MAGAZINE FOR 1846. VOLUME XIII, EDINBURGH: WILLIAM TAIT, 107, PRINCE'S STREET ; INDEX. . . 30, 104 . . . . . Page. Page 767 329 534 651, 792 680 543 337, 609 461 326 521 123 249 739 38 Vengeance, 775 Letters from Naples; by Madame Wolfensberger, 17 651, 792 801 596 , reriewed, 185 Literary Register, 53, 127, 196, 257, 326, 393, 457, 523, 599, 669, 737, 801 189 30, 104 215, 341 Lytton, Sir Edward Bulwer; by G. Gilfillan, 409 249 Mackintosh and his Works; De Quincey on, 414 414 Marshall on Improving the condition of Soldiers, 381 425, 493 669 85, 147 308 759 Montauban's (Mrs.) Year and Day in the East, 393 545 661 Montholon's Captivity of Napoleon, reviewed, 180 806 More, Sir Thomas; his Life, by Lord Campbell, 174 255 Murdoch's Family Tour in France and Italy, 451 490 661 160 Naples, Letters from ; by Madame Wolfensberger, 17 323 763 566 359 Notes on Gilfillan's Gallery of Literary Portraits ; 23, 249 , Visit to ; by William Howitt, 1 273, 496 94 Our Hearth and Homestead; by John Mills, 85 388 545 Pedestrian Reminiscences, &c.; by Sylvanus, 330 221 681 716, 747 Politics of the Month, 65, 202, 269, 337, 402, 475, 540, 609, 678, 745, 809 638, 689 797 468 50 562 457 243 566 390 301 803 56 445, 503 Humboldt's Cosmos; reviewed, . . . . ܪ . Page Page 630 381, 737 Truth' and Falsehood, à Romance, 312, 363, 433, 477 445, 503 69 729 Wellesley, Marquis ; Memoirs, &c. of, reviewed, 192 540 566 White's (Rev. James) Earl of Gowrie, reviewed, 146 671 549,613, 716, 747 Wolfensberger's (Madame) Letters from Naples, 17 273 Wolsey, Cardinal; his Life, by Lord Campbell, · 169 133 . POETRY Page . Page 242 | Napoleon, 765 Prince Oswy; a Legend of Rose- 307 berry, 413 ! Quacks, 444 Rhyming Thoughts, 758 The Battle of Naseby, 15 The Battles on the Sutlej, 586 The Blind King, 168 The Constable de Bourbon, 282 The Destroyer, 588 The English Maiden, ib. The Fairy Ladye's Love, 566 The Faithful Heart, 579 The Flower of Odenwald, The German Lad, 774 The Harmony of Nature, 288 The Homesick, 37 The Inscription, 582 The Legend of Llangower, Page 774 The Newstead Lake! The New- 254 110 587 313 587 583 242 584 650 110 586 432 715 585 773 168 587 489 220 . . TAIT'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. JANUARY, 1846. VISIT TO MR. O'CONNELL AT DERRYNANE. BY WILLIAM HOWITT. I BELIEVE it was in 1835, that, on occasion of a rounding the Upper Lake. On the left hand, the publie meeting at Nottingham, to petition for some wild heights of Turk Mountain tower above you; reform in Ireland, in the course of a speech, I on the right, you successively gaze on the beautiful alladed to the great men and women whom that Turk Lake, on the bold cliff of the Eagle's Nest, country had produced, and the benefits which we and then on all the desolate mountains around the had derived in politics, literature, and philosophy, Upper Lake; on its own winding waters, and through their means. When I came to the men- brown wilderness-banks, scattered with crags and tion of the name of Daniel O'Connell, and had rocks. The whole way to Coom Dhuv is one constated my opinions of his services, not only to his tinual ascent; now passing beneath the feet of own beautiful but oppressed country, but to the the mountains, deep between woods and thickets, great and general cause of liberty and humanity, in which the foliage of the arbutus is conspicuous; the people, in a fit of generous enthusiasm, rose and then emerging evermore to enchanting views, en masse, and cried, “We will have him down to over waters and mountains of a solitary, stern, but dinner!” My friend Mr. Boothby, now of the magnificent beauty. Beyond the Pass of Coom London bar, immediately responded, as a town. Dhuv, the scenery becomes still more stern and councillor, and leading person of the place, “We desolate. You wind along the sides of the most will!” The invitation was given ; was accepted ; naked hills, whose black crags have been rent and the public dinner to the Irish Liberator will through with gunpowder, to make the road you be long remembered by the assembled thousands travel; and the whole country before you, as it and tens of thousands who witnessed his entrance, opens out, is dreary moorland, with a few scatas one of the most enthusiastic demonstrations of tered and wretched huts. the noblest sympathies of Englishmen with the Alighting from the stage-car at Kenmare, one lalours of the great champions of freedom. of those places which you hardly know whether During that entertainment, I was necessarily to call a small town or a large village, I found the thrown into close communication with Mr. O'Con- landlord of the inn where the car stopped, busily nell; and he was kind enough to say, that he engaged in chopping a huge piece of beef into hoped, some day, to have the pleasure of welcoming sundry lesser portions, amid a throng of ragged Mrs. Howitt and myself to Ireland. Being, there people, and a chaos of tubs, potato-baskets, and fore, this autumn, not only in Ireland, but at Kil- the like. The large rambling inn, with its dirty larney, I could not resist the temptation of paying passages, its great peat-fire in its large desolate my respects to Mr. O'Connell in his mountain kitchen ; its bare-legged women ; its one great bome on the wild shores of the Atlantic. room—a sort of half lumber, half store-room ; anI know well how deeply interesting the account | other filled with smoking guests, reminded me of of such a visit, to such a man and such a place, many a similar gasthaus in out-of-the-world Gerwill be to vast numbers, both in this and other man villages. But what concerned me more countries; and shall therefore here describe it, so nearly, the landlord coolly demanded just double far as can be done without trenching upon that the established fare for a car thence to Sneam, the domestic privacy which no one has a right to in- next place. As I had received a hint at Killarney fringe, and of which no one can demand the display. of the extortionate demands of this man, who cal The wilds of Kerry, in which Derrynane lies, culates on strangers not being able to procure any are by far the most bold and savage in their aspect conveyance elsewhere, I stepped across the road to of any part of Ireland which I have yet visited. a Mr. James Sullivan's, with whose name I had To see as much as possible of them, I did not take been provided. It was my destiny here, however, the ordinary route from Killarney by Killorglin to have a specimen of the difficulty of getting out and Cahirciveen, but proceeded to the town of a small place, sometimes, in Ireland. Mr. Sullivan Kenmare, and thence, along the shores of the Ken- was out : gone to get his hay in the very neighmare river, to Derrynane. A finer drive is rarely bourhood to which I wished to proceed — that of to be found, than that from Killarney to the Pass Sneam; and his wife had the horse and the car, of Coom Dhur: it leads amid the mountains sur- | but nobody to drive it. A i VOL. XIII.NO. CXLV. |
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