"I've given the manhood's early prime, The descriptions of his adventures, and the scenery through which he passed, are told with much passion and feeling. The book is also recominended, by having lithographic portraits of the author, Davis, Mitchel, Meagher, O'Brien, Reilly, Dillon, O'Gorman, McManus, O'Donohoe, Duffy and Savage. They are well executed, and many of them excellent likenesses. The work, altogether, is a valuable contribution to the history of the democracy of the times, if it were for nothing more than the facts it records. Young Ireland is not extinguished in the banishment of one portion of it, or in the exile of the other. Its spirit and essence lives with the prestige of its sincerity and greatness, among the people, and may yet write a page in history, whose brightness shall so shine, that recent events will only be seen, as through a mist or the halo of a dream. THE SONG OF THE EJECTED TENANT. I LEAVE thee on the morrow, The words of fate are spoken- Would that the green grave's cover, With eye and heart delighted, I heard her young vow plighted- In joy we knelt around her, But ere a year went by, The demon Sickness found her She sought her bed to die. When Spring's night-stars were paling, With woman's bitter wailing, From all the season's changes, A shelter is denied. I will not wish disaster To him who did me wrong, I leave him to a master That's merciful as strong; THE CEDAR GLADES. CHAPTER II. OLD HANNAH returned with an uneasy tread to her master's residence, and in a short time after the two figures first mentioned approached. One of them was a tall, gaunt, square-shouldered individual, dressed in linsey-woolsey clothes, that never fitted, and which were of a villainous color, composed of green and brown-wore a soiled Mackinaw overcoat, and a cap made of the hide of a wild cat. On his feet were an immense pair of cow-hide shoes. He held in his hand, at "a trail arms," an enormous rifle, carrying a half ounce ball. A shot pouch and powder-horn hung from his right and left. A cold grimace, a devil would have envied, played over his features-his eye, lit up with a flashing lustre, indicating emotions fiendish, marked everything around him with a scrutiny searching in the extreme-while his aspect and demeanor were not only forbidding, but hideously revolting. His tread was quick yet firm, his gestures few but emphatic. The other individual was dressed in similar clothes, but of a russet hue, was not of medium heighth, had on a blanket overcoat-carried a rifle, running sixty-four to the pound, with shot-pouch and powder-horn to match-and had in his left bosom a large buck-horn handled knife. His features were swarthy, and rendered more than usually disgusting from possessing a beard of several days growth. He had a small, restless, gray eye,-from under his raccoon cap hung, in rat-tail tags, his uncombed hair-his whole appearance giving the unmistakable signs of a ruffian. They halted under the cedar, from which, as before mentioned, swung the gate. It was the lonesome, solemn, spiritual hour of one o'clock-a half-melted snow spotting the ground, on which glittered countless spangles of fresh fallen frost-the heavens smiling above with a beauty unearthly-the moon shooting forth enchanting brightness from her half-hid disc--the starry radiance of the more distant orbs sparkling through space-all animated nature in the deepest repose-nothing being heard save the splashing waves of the stream below, giving forth the monotonous, yet distant roar, of its many diminutive cascades, with which, from time to time, mingled with the far-off howl of the wandering wolf, and the sigh of the winter's winds, sweeping over the cliffs and through the trees, standing, like sentinels, around the house. The two figures moved from under the tree, and stood near a window, at the end of the house, near the chimney. In the chamber, near which they stood, flickered a waving light, shed from the expiring embers of what, a few hours before, had been a huge log fire. In that room reposed old Arthur and his son, on opposite beds, their faces uncovered, a rifle standing near the head of each, and from under their pillows protruded the handles of a brace of pistols-while dozed away, at his feet, the old man's family The two looked on the scene for five, ten, twenty seconds-but it was no time for thought-action was the relief they sought from the horrid spell around them. In two seconds two panes of glass were shat cats. tered, and, through the heaving ribs of the old man, passed the heated ball of the rifle-while, from his bed, leaped the young man, his right arm dangled from his shoulder, bones, flesh, marrow and blood, hanging together. Two distinct echoes rolled, and floated up and down the craggy banks of the stream-a wail of unutterable agony issued from the house, and steps, quick and furious, were made for "the Cedar Glades." Pea, the overseer, was in the room in a few seconds—so were all the negroes. The old man never changed position. As the light was held near him, a smoking puddle of blood was forming in his bedhis head was slightly turned down, and from his mouth was slowly issuing a stream of foamy gore. His son was stretched on the floor, the blood, like a cataract, spouting from his shoulder. Tears, shrieks, groans, and yells, with the barking and whining of dogs, were all mingled together. In five minutes, a messenger was en route for the doctor, another for the coroner, and magistrate, and a third, for the nearest neighbors. "I will-by h-ll, I will," said the tall person. "Well, d-ned if I care-so here goes," answered the swarthy-featured murderer, and into the dark depths of "Hag's Pool," sunk two rifles-then fell a small shower of something like hail, but the appearance of the heavens vetoed that idea,-it was only a couple of handfuls of bullets-and immediately after followed two pair of shoes and bulletmoulds. Ring was up that morning at dawn of day, called on his wife for some whisky, drank a full tumbler, in ten minutes repeated it, and, telling her "if they tree me, you must break for the nation-and don't handle the bills till I see you"-left for the Mills. He met Sam at the end of the lane, near the hog-pen. "Have you heard anything, or what makes you come up here so devilish soon?" inquired the tall murderer. "No, I ain't-but I'm going to tramp-it's no use; you had better, too; if we don't we'll stretch hemp-that's all," answered the other. "I wish the d-ned thing had not happened,—no, I don't he tried to kill me once, d-n him. Oh, h-ll, yonder comes-get over the fencequick,-into the fodder-house." The murderers remained thus concealed about fifteen minutes-when Woods remarked it was useless to stay where they were-that if they were going to do anything it was time they were about it—and then leisurely (apparently) got out of the fodder-house, fed the hogs, and walked towards the house with a basket on his arm, Ring following him. In a few minutes his father and mother, his two brothers, and himself, with Ring, were all arrested. A strong party, under the sheriff, by a coup de main, had carried the citadel of the Woods', ere they were aware. By ten o'clock the prisoners were brought before a young justice of the peace, who was in an impulsive mood, brought on by the strong (moral) pressure from without, about to go beyond the law, in committing the whole of them to jail. But Mrs. Woods, lovely soul, had anticipated this, and had sent a messenger, (who was ordered not to spare horse-flesh,) for a lawyer, as soon as they had been arrested. At half past one o'clock, P. M., Mr. G., the lawyer, entered the room, where were the justice, the prisoners, and an eager crowd. The coro ner, who had just arrived, occupied the room in which were the corpse and wounded man, by holding an inquest. The verdict of the jury of inquest was, "That the deceased, Arthur McDaniel, had come to his death by means of the discharge of a gun, by the hands of some person or persons to the jurors unknown." The wounded man was examined at an early hour that morning-amputation was resorted to-the doctor saying that it was possible to save him. He took the lock-jaw, and was buried in three days. In the meantime the examination of the prisoners proceeded, being conducted on the part of the defence by Mr. G., as before intimated. As a criminal lawyer, no one west of the Alleghanies was an equal to Mr. G., and, amid the great intellects of the land, he stood a co-equal. Through the uncertainties, contradictions, and absurdities, which are so mixed up with human transactions, he could pour an illuminating tide of light, which, falling on the salient angles of the subject, made all things appear calm, clear, and consistent, as a deep chasm when lit up by the summer's mid-day sun. His was that strange faculty, that can daguerreotype the phases of human action-that can spread forth a panorama of the deepest and darkest act, and by the colors of an argumentative fancy, and with the hues of a logical imagination, clothe it in the drapery of Eden. He could utter, in tones that would make men feel they were unmortal, the indignant and everlasting protest of virtue against vice-he could give you glimpses of the ineffable beatitude reserved for the pure, and paint, in colors of chaotic darkness, the terrors of the wicked. He could play upon the chords of human feeling as a master, knowing no superior, meeting no equal. Over the landscape of human emotion he could cause the Aurora of reviving hope to dawn, in a manner so gentle yet triumphant, with a light so glad, yet pervading, that reality itself, in its most potent hour, would fail to equal the rapture of the moment when hope retook the citadel of the soul. The parties had all been arrested on suspicion, founded on threats uttered, and deeds done, during the last six months. These threats had increased in fierceness and number since the fight, in the preceding autumn. By Mr. G.'s tact and arguments, all, except Sam Woods and Ring, were released. And then, never did humanity have to blush over the outpourings of a darker heart, or weep over the exhibitions of a soul more utterly bereft of every emblem of virtue, more entirely bankrupt in all the elementary affections of our common nature. She openly gloried in the death of her father-the old negro thief—the old slave robber-the old, gray-headed devil-she wished it had been done years ago. Thus was she making human language the medium by which she was disseminating thoughts, that we may hope only the doomed in Tophet love to circulate. Sam, her pet, having the fear of the gallows before his eyes-went to his mother, and whispered in a manner as emphatic as a thunder-clap-" If you don't stop your infernal racket, we'll all go to h-ll together-they'll hang us here instead of in town." The looks of the auditors, all hideous with rage, all frowning with indignation, abundantly satisfied the mother that the son was correct in his advice. Her words ceased, and back upon her own soul rolled the envenomed tide of her execrable thoughts. After an extended examination of four hours, in which the cool skill and adroit manœuvres of the lawyer had well nigh thwarted the honesty of the magistrate, the prisoners were placed under strict guard, to be VOL. XXVI.-NO. CXL. 4 forth-coming at nine o'clock next morning. In the meantime the whole country had been policed, as it were, and every sign eagerly sought after. The snow had now all disappeared, except in a few fissures and chasms, not reached by the rays of the sun. After long-searching, at last fresh tracks were found in the snow, down the creek, half a mile from McDaniel's, pointing towards the "Devil's Paths." There were eight or ten of these tracks so formed that it was evident more than one person had made them. They were each accurately measured by several individuals. About three hundred yards nearer to, and still pointing towards the "Paths," were more tracks in a chasm covered with snow. They also were measured. And, finally, within twenty steps, and pointing towards "Hag's-Well," were the half of two tracks. All of these tracks were measured, and found to agree in every particular. Ring's house was immediately searched anew, (for it had been searched early in the morning,) without finding anything corroborative of the general suspicion. Woods's house was searched, ransacked; the Mills," the Race Course Stand, the Grocery, the out-houses-every place-yet no clue, nothing could be found, but a vague, and, as yet, irresistible suspicion, greatly exasperated by Mrs. Woods' conversation and acts, on which to commit the two prisoners. People began to talk-the first radiations of sympathy-the earliest pulsations of commiseration began to show themselves. Thus closed the day. Next morning, at nine o'clock, the parties re-assembled; the prisoners looked more at ease. The examination proceeded. An old man, whose son the young Woods had beaten within an inch of his life, inquired if a large rifle, that Sam Woods was known some two weeks ago to have owned, had been found. Woods replied, with the greatest composure, that he had swapped it for a squirrel rifle and a shot-gun, and that they might be found at his father's, in his chamber. These two guns were examined; the shot-gun was found to be useless, and the rifle had too small a calibre for the ball that had been cut out of young McDaniel's shoulder, before he expired. It was now nearly twelve, and nothing had been discovered in the examination, of sufficient weight on which to base a commitment. The heart was getting sick-crime was about to go unpunished. As a party of three or four were looking around "Hag's-Well," the boy whom Woods had beaten, saw on its edge, near a cluster of moss, a large shoe floating with its sole upwards. It was soon measured with great exactness, and found to agree with a number of the tracks that had been found. Immediately afterwards one of the parties picked up a newly-run bullet near the "Well." The old man, whose boy had been beaten, was in a tremor of excitement. The greatest interest pervaded the little group. The shoe and the bullet were immediately taken to the magistrate-when he and the attending crowd, with the prisoners, hastened to the "Well." Wild and startling glances, as of a convicted demon, shot from Woods' eyes. His features were ghastly-the tortures of conscience were beginning to awake. Mr. G. looked blank, and in a few seconds said to young Woods, in a coercive manner, that if in ten seconds he did not change his countenance, he would not appear for him for all his father's estate. In five seconds the young man's features were different. Ring appeared stupid, sullen, si |