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fended themselves bravely, showing and the prize secured. The victory the most determined resistance, when was complete ; the captured vessels another boat boarded on the bow, were towed to the station, and prizeand Sir Sidney himself headed the crews put on board; after which, party. The two captains met, and with a fair breeze, they steered out science was called into action by for the offing. Tom and his captain both; hut, at the second longe, Sir landed; and the party collected the Sidney's sword passed through the waggons together, and overhauled Frenchman's body, and he fell. Be- the booty. Fry-de-devil and his fore the captain could disengage his band joined them; and, after every weapon a tall fellow raised himself man had helped himself to what he on the dead bodies, and made a des- pleased, the horses were shot and perate thrust at him with a pike; the waggons burned. The Guerillas but Tom parried it with admirable returned to their mountains, and Sir skill, and the next minute the man Sidney, with his brave fellows, pulled laid by the side of his commander; off to the ship. the remainder were driven below,


A Peasant's Tale.- A Rebel Rendezvous. The county of Wicklow possesses looks, that express every thing, so many beauties, so many cataracts, though they seem to mean nothing. glens, hills, and dales, that it was im- She sang for me some of the sweet possible for one like me, who had wild melodies of her country; played lived only on poetry and romance, to Italian music for me on the piano; feel any thing like ennui during my and gave me her arm when we walked sojourn at Castle - Independent in her father's garden. You may be of external objects, however, there sure my visits were long and frequent; were others of a social nature, per- and, indeed, had there been no such haps of a more attractive kind; attraction, I should have availed myand, while I enjoyed the pleasure self of the Exile's conversation. He of daily rambles through the most had seen and learned much ; was full bewitching scenery, I spent my even- of anecdote ; and deeply read in the ings where there were the feast of history of mankind. One Sunday reason and the flow of soul.' Elm- evening he was amusing us with some grove, the residence of Mr. J- , particulars of his adventures in the the Exile's father, was not inore than county of Wexford, in the year Ninety three miles from my uncle's castle; Eight. At the battle of New Ross he and, as Malachy was often from home was wounded, and must have been on business, I paid frequent visits to trampled to death, were it not for the the house of my new acquaintance. humanity of a peasant, named HowMr. J- - was a venerable-looking lan, who carried him to a place of man, of strong mind, and independent safety, and subsequently attended spirit. He had only two children- him till his recovery. the Exile, and a lovely daughter, in On his inentioning the name of both of whom his happiness was con- Howlan, the old man seemed agreecentrated. Eliza J- was young, ably surprised ; asked his son if it handsome, accomplished, and good. were not the person called the Hero She was-every thing a man, who of Oulard ; and, being answered in the could write a sonnet, might love; and affirmative, told us that the brave felI had not been long in her society low was now residing in the neighbefore I began to breathe thick and bourhood; upon which the Exile inshort, and betray other symptoms in- sisted on immediately seeing him, and dicative of a mind diseased. In such requested me to accompany him. cases young ladies are admirable phy. After walking about a mile, we sicians, at least in detecting the ma. came to a neat thatched cabin, situated lady; and I flatter myself that Eliza in a very sequestered valley. A river early knew the cause of my sighing, ran before it, and a few aged trees absence of mind, and languishing shaded the simple roof. The door Yol. 1.–No. 6.

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was open, and, on our entrance, a “My father (Lord be márciful to peasant rose to receive us. He smiled his sowl in glory!) kept a snug little as he handed me a chair, and looked farm on the right-band side of the inquisitively at my companion.

road that goes from Gorey to Ferns ; Don't you recollect Mr. J- ?' and, though I say it, there was not a inquired the Exile. This interroga- more sasty man in the county of Wextion was followed by a momentary ford. I, myself, was the youngest of pause, during which Howlan seemed three sons and two daughters, and lost in reflection ; after which he the devil a more genteeler family atburst into an exclamation of surprise tended mass of a Sunday than Paddy and pleasure.

Howlan's. My two brothers were • Oh! blud-and-ounze!'he repeated able strapping fellows; and, faith, several times, “is this yourself—your there were worse boys in the parishi own four bones whole and sound after than myself. You may be sure we all? Well, well, I knew I should see were real Crappies; and why but we you again, though I was certain you should for our religion and country ? were dead; and many is the peter- · The winter before the Rebellion and-avi I said for your soul, though the Yeo's* were out every night; and I believe you are a Protestant. But, dreadful work they inade of it-burnwhere's the harm in that? did not you ing, whipping, and shooting. A poor fight like any Roman for ould Ireland? Catholic could not live at all at all ; and what more could a real true-born and, as we expected that they would Catholic do? Troth, some of them some time or other give us a call, we didn't do as much, the spalpeens, or hid our pikes and guns in the ditches, we wouldn't have now to begin again.' and, to be sure, appeared as innocent

So, so, Howlan,' said the Exile, as lambs. I shall never forget the 'you have’nt yet learned to be loyal ?' 15th of November; no, never, while

Loyal !' repeated the Hero of Ou- there is a drop of Irish blood in my lard; •no, in troth, for it is not in my sowl; for, when I think of it, my grain ; and faith, I believe, if I was brain boils, and my very flesh creeps, paid for it, these stripes on my back as if there was a blister all over me. would not let me. Oh, no, the crow Well, as I was saying, on the 15th of will get white feathers before Denis November I was coining home from Howlan will forgive the Orangemen Enniscorthy market; and, being after -bad luck to 'em.'

taking a glass of the creature with I recollect,' returned the Exile, one friend or another, I was pretty "a part of your story; but the appre- merry, and, to make the road light, I hensions I was under when I first was singing to myself “ The Fictim heard it prevented me from attend- of Tyranny ;”+ and the ould mare aing to the whole. Was not your fa- self was so pleased with the tune, that ther murdered ?'

she kept the track as straight as a die, "Murdhered !' repeated Howlan ; though the night was as dark as • ay, murdhered over and over again; pitch. and wasn't I murdhered myself? But,' Just as I came to the top of the he continued, “I'll just tell it all here boughareen, I that led down to our to you both.' Then, drawing his stool house, a fellow seized my beast by the close to where we sat, he proceeded: halter, and, while you'd be looking

* A contemptuous name for Yeomen. .
+ A rebellious song, in which occurs the following stanza :-

• I had a tyrant landlord base,

Who saw my heart to Erin yearned ;
Ev’n with the ground my Cot did rase,

And fired my substance dearly earned.
Unmoved, remorseless, now he sees

My cottage falling, as it burns ;
My wife for mercy on her kness,

From her with ruthless frown he turns.' Alas! this picture exhibits but too faithfully the scenes that were then acted throughout the country.

# A small road.

round you, a score bayonets was ready the truth, that he was no united man, to pop into poor Denis. “ Hallo!" the sergeant knocked him down with said I, “ what's this?” “You Popish a pistol, and some of the soldiers berebel,” cried out the officer, for it was gan kicking of him while he lay on a party of the North Cork, “ what the ground. My brothers, of course, song is that you were singing?" ' (for what Christian would turn in

"Och, nothing at all,” said I, “ only former?) refused to confess any thing; new words to an ould tune."

and, accordingly, the eldest was taken “Ah! then, by --” said he, and tied to a car, and a drummer-boy you shall soon sing another tune, proceeded to flog him at a desperate unless you tell us of all the people you rate, while one of the party, to give know to be United Irishmen." him light, set fire to the barn. As the * “ Faith, and that's what I can soon flames mounted up to the skies, I do,” says I, “ for I know nobody.” could see my poor brother's back, The word wasn't well out of my hackled into a raw griskin, while the mouth, when he ran his sword into poor fellow refused to gratify his my arm, saying, “ That's a tickler to murderers with a single groan. My help your memory.” “ Thank your mother rushed out, and, falling on her honour," says I; “ but as you are not knees, beseeched the villains to forYeo's, I hope you will act decent, and bear ; but one of the soldiers gave let a poor boy pass. My name is her a kick in the stomach, and Howlan, and never did any inan an in- stretched her on the pavement. ' jury.” “ Howlan!” cried the officer; Here I interrupted Howlan's hor“ you are the very man we want. rid narrative by declaring my disbeHave you not two brothers ?” Ay, lief, thinking it inpossible for any and a father too,” I answered, quite officer to permit such brutal conduct ; calmly, though I was in a terrible but the Exile assured me that torpickle, with the blood strearning down ture* was then regularly resorted to, my arm.

for the purpose of extorting confesI was then bid to drive down to my sions; and, to remove all scepticism, father's house, and they all kept quite and to show the extent to which party close to me. The fainily were all in hatred was then carried, related a bed ; and I, foolish enough, called up disgusting anecdote of a young lady, my poor father, then seventy years of the daughter of a magistrate, who, in age, and my two brothers. They came the excess of her loyalty, actually out into the lawn in their shirts, for stirred her wine with the fragment of they were so frightened they forgot a finger which had that day been seto put on their clothes ; and, if they parated by a blow of her father's hadn't, they could not, for want of sword from the hand of a rebel !| time.

Denis smiled at my incredulity, and si • My father said he had no arms; proceeded. and when he protested, which was Knowing how soldiers then treated · * Englishmen would scarcely credit it that torture was at this time the common method resorted to by the magistracy for the purpose of discovering arms, &c. Yet such was the fact, attested by all the Protestants who have written histories or accounts of the Rebellion.

‘On the morning of the 23d of May,' says Mr. Gordon, a Protestant clergyman, • a labouring man, named Denis M‘Daniel, came to my house with looks of the utmost consternation and dismay, and confessed to me that he had taken the United Irishman's oath, and had paid for a pike, with which he had not yet been furnished, nineteen pence halfpenny, to one Kilty, a smith, who had administered the oath to him and many others. While I sent my eldest son, who was a lieutenant of yeomanry, to arrest Kilty, I exhorted M Daniel to surrender himself to a magistrate, and make his confession; but this he positively refused, saying, that he should, in that case, be lashed to make him produce a pike, which he had not, and to confess what he knew not. I then advised him, as the only alternative, to remain quietly at home, promising that, if he should be arrested on the information of others, I would represent his case to the magistrates. He took my advice; but the fear of arrest and lashing had so taken possession of his thoughts, that he could neither eat nor sleep; and on the morning of the 25th he fell on his face, and expired in a little grove near my house.'

† In Hay's • History of the Insurrection of the County of Wexford, it is stated that young girls, I made signs to my sisters, see the poor ould house in flames, the who had come to the door, to shut it, soldiers having set fire to it, to get iny and remain inside. They did so before sisters out; but they were disappointthe soldiers could prevent thein; and ed, as the girls had made their escape one of them, having seen what I had while they were hanging me. done, told the others, and in a minute "To make a long story short,' conthere were a dozen stabs in my body, tinued Denis,' my father, myself, and My eldest brother was then released, two brothers, were thrown into the and the other tied up in his place ; cart, and marched off to Ferns. Next when my father, who had recovered, day my father died in the guard house; rushed forward, and seized the drum- and, after a week's confinement, iny mer's arm. Poor man! the savages brothers and I were turned out, with had no pity on his tears, and he re- pitched caps upon our heads.* We ceived several stabs!'

had now no house nor home; for, my Here Denis was overpowered with father's life being the term of our his feelings; and, after hastily wiping lease, the landlord had seized on our away one or two natural drops from little all, and so we went to sarvice, his cheek, continued.

as did my sisters, my mother having I was now questioned about united died in a month after my father. My men, and arıns; and, as I also refused brothers were long before they recoto make any discovery, they took and vered; and, for myself, I'll feel the bound my hands behind me, and then, effects of that bloody night to the day taking the halter from the mare's of my death.' head, they placed it round my neck, Denis having concluded, the Exile and, raising the car up, hung me out assured him that he had not forgotten of the back-band! They were too his obligations to him, and should cruel to let me die a natural death, consider it his duty to make him comand so cut me down a few minutes fortable for the remainder of his life. afore I went to Paradise. I can't tell I expressed my gratitude also, and any thing about that time, but my put a couple of guineas into the hands ould mother tould me that my face of a little boy, who had ran in before was as black as a pot, and my tongue his mother. out a bandle long. The first thing I The effect produced on me by the recollect, after being hanged, was to horrible narrative I had heard comHunter Gowan, a brutal magistrate, paraded the streets of Gorey, at the bread of his corps of yeomanry, with a human finger atuck on the point of his sword. “After the labour and fatigue of the day,' continues the historian, · Mr. Gowan and his men retired to a public house to refresh themselves, and, like true blades of game, their punch was stirred about with the finger that had graced their ovation, in imitation of keen forhunters, who whisk a bowl of punch with the brush of a fox before their boozing commences. This captain and magistrate, afterwards went to the house of Mr. Jones, where his daughters were, and, while taking a snack that was set before him, he bragged of having blooded his corps that day, and that they were as staunch blood-hounds as any in the world. The daughters begged of their father to show them the croppy finger; which he deliberately took from his pocket, and handed to them. Misses daudled it about with senseless exultation; at which a young lady in the room was so shocked, that she turned about to a window, holding her hand to her face, to avoid the horrid sight. Mr. Gowan, perceiving this, took the finger from his daughters, and archly dropped it into the disgusted lady's tosom. She instantly fainted ; and thus the scene ended!!!

**It is said that the North Cork regiment were also the inventors—but they certainly were the introducers of pitch-cap torture into the county of Wexford. Any person having their hair cut short, (and therefore called a Croppy, by which appellation the soldiery designated an United Irishman,) on being pointed out by some loyal neighbour, was immediately seized and brought into a guard-house, where caps either of coarse linen, or strong brown paper, besmeared inside with pitch, were always kept ready for service. The unfortunate victim had one of these, well heated, compressed on his head; and, when judged of a proper degree of coolness, so that it could not easily be pulled off, the sufferer was turned out amidst the horrid acclamations of the merciless torturers; and to the view of vast numbers of people, who generally crowded about the guard-house door, attracted by the afflicted cries of the tormented.'-Har's History of the Insurrection of the County of Wexford.

pletely disqualified me for returning in the world, and sent the sogers to to Elmgrove ; and, having begged of frighten us; but faith their day was the Exile to apologize for my absence, passed, and once, we burnt the candle, I set off for Castle - Denis pro- we'd burn the inch. When the red posing to show me the way, as he had coats appeared, our faces were all business on that road.

manner of colours, and many proA particular instance of cruelty posed to run away. “No, no,” says operates more powerfully upon the I,“ the priest and God is with us, and human mind than the most laboured what have we to fear? Here is a ditch description of an extensive massacre. and gravel hole, and lie in them till The tale of this untutored peasant, the sogers come quite close, and when told in his own vulgar, but expressive, I cry out Erin go bragh, let every man "language, produced a painful interest start up, and use his pike. My advice in my feelings, while it excited my was taken, and Father Murphy blessed indignation to that degree of frenzy, us all. The sogers came up, sure which made me instantly determine enough, with a fellow, like a turkeyupon the Quixotic resolution of find- cock, strutting before 'em on his ing out the officer under whosé com- horse; and, when they came quite near mand the family of Howlan had been the ditch, he went behind them, and tortured, and call him to an account, we could hear the words, “ Ready, or, at least, expose him to the world. present, fire!” Pop, pop, pop, went Filled with this extravagant notion, I their muskets; but faith I shouted inquired of Denis, as we walked along, out, like a lion, Erin go bragh,* and it where the North Cork were now sta- would do your heart good to see what tioned.

sport we had. They weren't a break.Lord bless your honour,' replied fast for us; and I had the pleasure, Denis,' there's not a inan of them on thank God, of sticking my pike into the land o’the living, for I was at the the rascally lieutenant who murdered killing of them all myself—and quick myself and my father. You can read work we made of it-on Oulard Hill.' all this in any book you open, for it

Oh, I remember,' said I, “ Mr. is every where printed.' J- spoke of your generalship I could not but commend Denis's there. How was that?'

generalship, and involuntarily wished "Why,' replied Denis, when I that I had been at Oulard with him. went to sarvice, my master lived in 'Oh, as for that,' he replied,' there's the very parish with Father Murphy, as good fish in the sea as ever was who, God bless him, coming one day caught ; and, by-the-by, you may kill through Ferns, saw the Yeo's shoota hushion (Hessian) for yourself.' I ing poor Catholics like dogs, trying expressed my ignorance of his meanhow many of them a musket-ball ing, and desired him to explain; at would go through at once; so in the which he came to a full stop, and evening he called his congregation to- asked,' Aren't you one of ourselves ?' gether in the chapel. It was as dark This question was not less puzzling as bags, and not a candle lighting to than his former inuendo ; and when I show us the way to say our prayers. requested of him to speak plain, and We were all as silent as death, and use no ambiguity, he stepped quickly you could hear a pin drop on the floor on; and, shaking his head, observed, while the priest was speaking. He "Be easy now, sir; you haven't lived tould us 'twas better die fighting for so long at Castle , without knowour religion and country than being what the boys are about. But I butchered like sheep by the Orange- suppose it is bekase you haven't seen men. He said what was Gospel, and me at one of our meetings that you faith we took his advice, and marched are shy of me; but, troth, you in fine order after him, and he in the needn't. middle of us, to Oulard Hill, where It now struck me that seditious we encamped for the night. The practices were going on in the counYeo's fled like murder at the sight of try, and, from what I had heard and us, for they are the greatest cowards seen, no doubt remained but that

* Hay's History of the Insurrection in Wexford.

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