The young man smiled, | Wondering and pitying, pitied in their turn And press'd the gentle hand that held his own. All individual being ends forever, And with the chemic crystals of the brain Almost with my first breath." Then, in a voice Broken and thick with tears, the wise man cried While down below were happy orange groves, And gleaming emerald slopes, and crimson crags Upon whose sides hung chalets white as snow, And all, the crag and chalet, grove and wood, "I have taught you over-much! - My son, They often heard the boatman's even-song my son, Forgive me for my love and over-zea!! I have been too cruel, placing on your strength, But you shall rest! throwing all books aside, And casting off these sad distempered fears, From that day forth Come from the distance like a sound in sleep; A gentle Lutheran priest whose home was near Then coming to his son, "How far these Tighten'd with many a pang of hope and Scent sorrow! - they would make the merry dread. Now for the first the father realized Of soft church-bells, and ever in their walks world JUSTINIAN. Propp'd in his chair Justinian gazed around. In all the world there is no comfort left My lesson truly? Tell me, am I right? Like feeling your kind touch. Now listen to Again, as we have known each other here?" me! I know I shall not leave this place alive 'No, no!" "Dear father! When the faint flame of life is flickering low, And I shall be a part of that soft sleep Then in a voice that seemed the very sound I will die too!" Then, as he clasped his son, As if with chill of some cold blighting breath, Startled at that strange cry, storm Of sudden agony had passed away, - Your mind the living font of all my thoughts. Then sobbing like a child, the old man cried, I never craved for God or named his name. here, Let us remain a little more together- Then with a smile Fairer than I shall live. Now, read to me I always loved so much, because it brought Then trembling, in a voice made thick with The old man at the bidding of the boy "For of the mighty scheme of heaven and gods With eyes half-closed, his face suffused with The pale boy listen'd, while the verse flow'd But when we have studied deep and comprehend | That power divine can ne'er make nought from nought, Then shall we know that which we seek to know How everything is fashioned first and last, Unde omnes natura creet res, auctet alatque; And all things wrought without the help of (2) Hunc igitur terrorem animi tenebrasque necesse est God!" (2) Non radii solis, neque lucida tela diei From The Cornhill Magazine. FIGHTING FITZGERALD. THE portrait of Fighting Fitzgerald has been painted by enemies as vindictive as any that ever slandered the dead, and is therefore distorted in every feature. George Robert-his baptismal name was born in 1749. Through his father, a fair specimen of the profligate and reckless Irish landlords of long ago, he was the heir of Torlough, an estate near Casafter-tlebar, then worth 4,000l. a year; and also They bore him in How and by whom the gentle deed was done The father knew not, being dazed and stunn'd, But follow'd moaning, while upon his bed They placed him down; and when that noon A pallid sister from the convent came She touch'd him, saying in her own soft "Signor, I trust he died in the full faith the representative of the Desmond, the eldest branch of the haughty NormanIrish Fitzgeralds. His mother came of a race so conspicuously eccentric that the saying ran concerning it "God made men, women, and Harveys." Separating from her husband after two years of miserable married life, she remained for Of Christ our Lord!" he gave a laugh so many years one of the gay leaders of gay strange, So terrible and yet so pitiful, Fair as a star, est London society. She was the sister of that splendid singularity, the EarlBishop of Derry. Brought up in England from infancy to his sixteenth year, George Robert was for a time an Eton scholar. In 1766 he was rever-gazetted to a lieutenancy in the 69th Regiment, then stationed in Ireland. Here, She bless'd him; and the old man look'd at while yet a mere boy, he fought several her, duels, in which he displayed not a little generous feeling, and in one of which he 1770 he made a love-match with one of lost a portion of his skull. In February the daughters of a redoubtable Irish personage, the Right-Honorable J. Conolly -otherwise known as "the Great Commoner." Thus he obtained a fortune of 30,000l., and eventually became the brother-in-law of an Irish viceroy. Ten thousand pounds of the money was handed over to the owner of Torlough, who was then, as ever, in pecuniary difficulties. In return he signed deeds securing George Robert 1,000l. a year in the present and the reversion of his es tate, whole and unimpaired. This settlement was the main cause of our hero's faults and misfortunes, and ultimately of his doom. Immediately after his marriage George Robert resigned his lieutenancy and went to France. At this period his appearance was singularly striking, nor did it ever undergo any change. The portrait painted of him at twenty remained perfectly true to the last. He was under the middle height; "his person very slight and juvenile; his countenance extremely mild and insinuating. The existing taste for splendid attire he carried to the utmost. The button and loop of his hat, his sword-knot, and his shoe-buckles were brilliant with diamonds. His coat and vest were as rich as French brocade and velvet could make them. He wore a muff on his left arm, and two enamelled watches, with a multitude of seals dangling from either fob." Another writer describes the muff as "drawing the eye of the public by its uncommon size; it fell from his chin to his toes!" Indeed, his fondness for glittering baubles and ultra-finery amounted to a passion. At a later date, when his house at Torlough was sacked by the mob of Castlebar, he estimated his loss, in jewels and embroidered robes, at upwards of 20,000l. Among the articles purloined on that occasion he mentions"a casquet containing a complete set of diamond vest buttons, two large emeralds, a hat-band with five or six rows of Oriental pearls worth 1,500/., a large engraved amethyst, a gold watch and chain studded with diamonds, several other gold watches and seals, a great number of antique and modern rings, gold shoe and knee buckles, silver shaving apparatus, several pairs of silver shoe and knee buckles, with 6,300l. worth of other jewels." This diminutive, youthful-looking, and ornate Fitzgerald was pronounced "an effeminate little being" by those of his own sex who did not know him. As to those who did—"He was so light, foppish, and distinguished, none could think he was the man who had fought more duels than any other of his time." The dames, without exception, pronounced him "a fascinating creature." Nor was the opinion confined to them. One who owed him no goodwill, Sir Jonah Barrington, allows that "a more polished and elegant gentleman was not to be met with." And the renowned "Dick" Martin, who met him pistol to pistol and got the worst of the encounter, confessed the strong impression made upon him by "the elegant and gentleman-like appearance" of his antagonist. Even polished Paris admitted itself surpassed in all that was graceful and splendid by this extraordinary young Irishman. "Qui est ce seigneur?" asked the Parisians of one another, on seeing him for the first time. "D'où vient-il? Il n'est pas François. Quelle magnificence! Quelle politesse! Est-il possible qu'il soit étranger!" Let us now conceive this dazzling outside as covering the best and boldest rider, the deftest swordsman, the surest shot, and the most reckless gambler of the day; let us conceive him with literary tastes, an author, and a patron of authors; with as much subtlety as daring; with intensest pride of race and intensest contempt for all that was vulgar; and with a repugnance that was absolutely passionate for the gross vices and carnalities and the coarse amusements of his era- and we shall have some idea of what "Fighting Fitzgerald" really was. Received with enthusiasm by the Parisians, our hero plunged headlong into what was then the all-absorbing pursuitgambling. Thanks to it and to his inordinate taste for splendor, not a farthing of his twenty thousand pounds was left by the end of the first year. As to his annuity, he never received a penny of it. He might have found a home with the bishop, who could see nothing but perfection in him; or, had he desired it, nothing would have been easier than for his numerous powerful friends to have thrust him into a lucrative sinecure. But he could not bring himself to quit delightful Paris and its whirl of refined excitement. So he sent his wife home to her friends, and remained in the gay capital, relying on the gambling skill he had acquired by this time for the support of his splendor. And here he showed to the fullest that strange capacity for rapid and complete transformation of character which seems peculiar to the Celtic race. In an incredibly short space of time he was all over the cruel and remorseless gambler, yet still as brilliant and fascinating as ever. Among our hero's chosen associates was the Count d'Artois afterwards Charles X. — who was then the votary of every pleasure, and notably as keen a gambler as Paris could boast of. The prince had pocketed a very royal share of George Robert's fortune; and when that was gone, continued to pocket an equally royal share of his dashing young friend's | straight for the opposite shore, which it winnings. On one occasion Charles hap- reached in safety with its rider. The latpened to win three thousand louis, which ter did not even lose a stirrup in achieving Fitzgerald would not pay down. The the harebrained feat. latter vanished therefore for a time from the presence of the prince. A few days later he reappeared, with his purse replenished, but forgot to pay his debt of honor. Nevertheless, he presumed to take a part in the game that was going on, betting, in his usual plunging style, "a thousand louis against the prince's card." Raising his head, Charles remarked very coolly, "You owe me three thousand louis; are you prepared to pay?" "No." "Then how dare you bet in my presence?" Fitzgerald became more popular than ever with the courtiers. But though he had effaced his ignominy from every other mind, he could not forget it himself. As soon, therefore, as etiquette would allow he transferred himself to England. Here he appeared under very favorable circumstances. The Harveys held high place in society, of which his mother, Lady Mary Fitzgerald, was one of the leaders. But our hero's most effective recommendation to the more exclusive London circles was the great reputation that had preceded him across the Channel. And a conspicuous item of that reputation was the fact that he had already fought eleven duels, though not yet twen He soon became a favorite of fashion: and, moreover, a social leader himself gathering round him a body of golden youth who formed themselves in most essentials on him. And foremost among those exquisites were the "wicked" Lord Lyttleton, and the officers of the elegant regiment of the day, Burgoyne's Light Horse. Suiting the action to the word, his Royal Highness took Fitzgerald by the shoulder, led him to the stair-head, and dismissed him with an ignominious kick.ty-four! George Robert was now in an unpleasant position. As a man who had been publicly dishonored, he was excluded from good society. Nor could he set himself right by crossing swords with the prince, who was beyond the reach of a cartel, even from the head of the house of Desmond. To a common mind there was no getting out of the predicament, except by flying from the land or from life. Our youth, however, was not the possessor of a common mind. Disdaining both the alternatives, he hit upon a means of setting himself right with everybody, and that too with éclat. Louis XVI. was a mighty hunter of the deer, and Fitzgerald, the beau idéal of horsemanship, was a constant follower of the royal pack. Shortly after the affair of the kick, the deer took a course not at all in harmony with the views of the mass of the hunters, making straight for the Seine. Along the bank ran a road, fenced from the river by a wall some three feet high on the land side, but having a descent of fourteen or fifteen feet towards the current, which here ran deep and strong. In company with these curled darlings. he frequented all brilliant assemblies. surpassing everybody else in glitter and deep play, and treating whoever and whatever he encountered at variance with his delicate tastes with merciless ridicule and scorn. The last peculiarity involved him in a number of scrapes, including one duel, from all of which he extricated himself in a way that added to his brilliant reputation. At length an event occurred which showed his darker side, and brought forth in very bold relief his more repulsive characteristics as a gambler and a duellist. Shortly after his arrival in England a youth known as Daisy Walker - the son of an honest tradesman who had left him 90,000l. had a cornetcy purchased for him in Burgoyne's Light Horse by his rather injudicious guardians. The plebeian, who was still a minor, was very The deer leaped the wall, swam the stream, and gained the forest on the other side. So did the dogs. But all the hunters pulled up, with a single exception-much looked down upon by the exquisites Fitzgerald. He dashed at the wall with a cheer and cleared it, amid the astonishment of the gentlemen and the screams of the ladies. Everybody concluded that horse and rider must surely be drowned. In a few minutes, however, the gallant horse was observed breasting the river and making of that refined corps. Nevertheless they condescended to introduce him to all the fashionable follies of the day, and especially to win his money. Ere many months had flown the Daisy was in difficulties. All his ready money had passed into the purses of his acquaintances, and with it bills to a large |