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and happy days. I dare not look with the step of a man charged with back ou them--my eyes would be important authority. blasted by the brightness.”

Around the entrance to the Lady “ Bright days are yet before thee, O'Donnell's pavilion was a crowd of Catharine. But let us waste no time eager expectants, in the midst of in idle words. The camp believes whom Alister Mackenzie, her secreme to be O'Neill -I am indeed tary, stood in considerable alarm, dressed in his cloak and cap.” awaiting the result of an aspect so

“My husband !-what has happen- unlooked for as the affairs of the ed to my husband ?” exclaimed the royal booth bad now put on. unhappy lady.

« Way for O'Neill's messenger!" “I swear to thee I left him safe on cried MacAulay, holding out the an island of the great lake yester. long feather, and clearing a passage day morning," replied he. “I will through the staring captains and gentell thee all in good time; mean tlemen, who recognised the token while give this token,” and he took with accustomed respect, although the eagle's feather from his cap, “ to they wondered much at the choice the galloglass before the door. Tell of the bearer. him-O'Neill's commands are, that “ What are the King's comhe go to the pavilion of the Lady mands?” said Mackenzie. O'Donnell, and receive from her Hugh Duff began to repeat his hands the female prisoner brought message aloud: the moment the sein ber train this morning to the camp cretary perceived its tendency, he

that he bring her in eafety to me sought to interrupt him, but Hugh, here, and also that he have four fleet with the boldness of office, persisted horses ready for the road at a mi. in declaring his commands before nute's warning-all this on his pe- the whole assembled crowd.

“Let the maiden be brought forth “ Thou dost not mean to take me speedily, Master Mackenzie-and on away, Randall ?" said the lady, in your peril see that the horses be pitiable alarm.

fleet and well-caparisoned,” he called “ Catharine, I conjure you, trust after the astounded secretary, who me,” he said. “ If you desire it, I sought his mistress in despair, while will take you hence, but not other the supposed disgrace of the royal wise, as I am a Catholic Christian. favourite spread with a rapidity -Canst thou remember what I have even greater than that of the rumour said ?”

of O'Neill's arrival. “I can—the lady_" she could not “ Good fortune never comes of pronounce the hated name, “she is broken Vows," said one: “Hugh to send hither the female prisoner Calvagh may put the hall of Bally. brought into the camp in her train shannon Castle in order for his lady. this morning—the galloglass who She will soon be knocking for admitbrings her is to have four horses tance at his gates again." ready for the road.”

“Rather say a cell in the abbey of “ Right, right," said he; "and bid Boyle or Donegal,”rejoined theother. him also fetch hither the northern " Alister of the Isles is likely to boy, whom he will find awaiting my change places with black Hugh-a commands at the Dungannon gate. pleasant sight to see our secretary Now let me make as if I were busied, shouldering the galloglass's axe beand do thou, my dear cousin, give fore his own door !" cried a third. those commands, lest my voice might “I'd rather see him swing on his betray me.”

own gallows,” said a fourth, “where He turned, and seemed to occupy many a better man than ever was himself in the farther end of the his father's son has swung like a dog apartment; and the lady summoned ere now, through his traitorous proher attendant, and desired that the curing,"_with much more of such galloglass should be brought to the ominous muttering. door. Hugh Duff appeared, recei- Up to this time, no one had yet ved the orders and token, and being dared to announce to the Lady cautioned to see that he failed in no O'Donnell the return of O'Neill. point of his instructions, departed She still sat in an inner chamber, meditating the means of screening dost thou join the other conspirators herself and friends from blame, against my right and honour?-Out should they have been discovered, of my sight, son of a she-wolfand of still maintaining that supre- hence !” she cried, frantic with rage, macy which she had long enjoyed. and stamping on the floor. Alister Mackenzie entered pale and Mackenzie drew back a moment, agitated.

appalled by her wild violence; but "Lady," said he, “ O'Neill is re. when he saw her cast herself back turned.”

upon a couch, exhausted by her pas"I am prepared to meet him, Alsion, and in tears, he approached her ister,” she replied; "hear my design, and said and admit him without delay.”

“ Banierna, thou hast done me “Lady,” stammered the secre. wrong-I am still true to thy sertary, “ O'Neill, I fear, knows all. He vice. Rise, and we will go down bas but now ridden into the camp, together, and appease O'Neill or on the very horse which Munagh fly." Garbh abandoned in the wood.” « What !” cried the miserable wo

“I am prepared for that,” replied man, “stand at the door of his lawful the lady.“ Munagh Garbh deserted wife, and beg admittance to the man from our troop two days since: be it who scorns me? Never-never-I thy business to arrange that report will sooner die than suffer that disamong my kern. It was the same honour! Go, make thy peace if thou party of the Lynagh-men who burned canst, but here I lie till death, or the Erenach Gallaghar's house, still Shane O'Neill come for me!” horering about their prey, that stole She fell on the floor in strong conthe Saxon girl, Munagh Garbh is vulsions. Mackenzie summoned her bimself of the Muinter Lynagh, and attendants, and left her swooned bas more than once threatened to among their hands. take service under Turlogh. Thus is In the meantime the Scot sat with all accounted for: what sayst thou his cousin, detailing to her the cirto my story?

cumstances of his escape, and sub"All the wit of woman cannot sequent adventures, and eagerly exsave us," said the secretary; “the pecting the arrival of his messenger. Scot's messenger saw us this morn- Lady Catharine listened in mournful ing as we brought her hither, and it silence to his story. is supposed he has told O'Neill as “ Randall,” she said, when he much, for the Reagh More has laid had finished, “ thou hast told me that his commands upon us to deliver to which my ears have been long her up without delay.”

accustomed. O'Neill is abandoned “Paint-hearted fool!” cried the and tyrannous; his paramouris proud lady, “I will go to O'Neill.—The and cruel. I am now for three years messenger lied; it was my tire-wo- the victim of daily and open insult man Grana Nic Owen whom he from them both,-yet, oh forgive me saw-wbere is O'Neill ?”

if it be a sin! I love my husband “Banierna, prepare thyself for ill still, and still am satisfied to hope on news !” said the secretary, “ O'Neill in silence. Ask me not to fly: I is so enraged that he hath gone to shall never again shew myself among the booth of” — he hesitated. the Clan Donnell. They call me the She started from her seat.

wife of my father's murderer, but “Wretch !” she exclaimed, “what oh, Randall, believe it not: he fell wouldst thou say? speak out!” in the open field, and on the even

« O'Neill is with his wife, Lady,” beam of battle, nor knew I by said the secretary, “with the Bani. whose hand, till I was long the wife erna M'Donnell—and I have sent of O'Neill. No-00-ask me not to him the young Saxon, as he com- go: let me remain and expiate my mands,"

guilt, if guilt it be, in patient suffer“ Villain !” cried the enraged ing here." Lady, “ dost thou stand before me She sat down and wept bitterly : and call her his wife? Dost thou, to the Scot, dashing a tear from his eye, my face, tell me thou hast disposed turned to the window, for he heard atthy pleasure of my prisoner? Thou, the tramp of horses, and at the next whom I have raised from the dust, moment beheld his messenger with

VOL. XXXV. NO. CCXVIII.

Clara Warden and Jeniko mounted, now descend from the mountain road and two led horses ready at the gate. before them, they were perplexed He turned to his cousin, embraced with strange surmises. Used as they her, and kissed her cheek and fore- were to his wild life, it did not astohead—“Farewell, Catharine-mayst nish them to see him marked with all thou be happy !” he exclaimed; “yet the tokens of flight and disaster, and I fear to think of the anger of thy they spread whatever fare they could husband-come with us even yet produce, without question or comI will protect thee: I will bear thee ment, in his presence; but a dreadful to England or to France, or whither suggestion, that it could be nothing thou wilt-anywhere but here.” but the King's wraith which had been

“ Go, go, and may Heaven be your seen already, soon spread among guard!" she cried, turning from his them out of ear-shot of the resting side, and hurrying into her own party. chamber.

“For what do ye lay your heads The Scot, with a heavy sigh, cross. together, ye gossiping knaves ?" ed the threshold. A crowd was cried O'Neill to a knot of whisperers gathered round the court-yard: he round the next fire. There was no anwaved his hand for them to retire: swer from the questioned party, but Jeniko, who seemed to comprehend one of bis own body-guard, who, unhis whole design, shouted aloud observed, had heard their ominous “ Way for O'Neill !” making his surmises, came up, and, in a low charger perform a demivolta into the voice, communicated to bim their thickest of the press, and effectually import. O'Neill was not more suclearing a space round the little perstitious than others of his time, cavalcade. Clara had not dared to but he turned pale as the man spoke. look up till she heard a voice by “Who saw it ?” he enquired, imher side, the sound of which made mediately referring the appearance her almost drop from her seat. One to something supernatural. earnest whisper explained all, and “ Here is Brian Roe MacGillespie, the next moment the Scot was who says he was within an arm's mounted, and the whole party, Hugh length of it," said some one at the Duff being desired to lead the way, guard-fire. were riding at a quick pace for the “ Send him bither," said O'Neill. Dungannon gate. Jeniko, who had A kern came forward. received some brief orders from his “ Say what thou hast seen.” leader, now said to MacAulay, “ We “O'Neill,” replied the man, “ I take the Armagh road, my friend, saw your likeness, mounted and acand O'Neill would not be interrupt- coutred as you left the camp three ed-let us ride on.” The uncon- days since, ride from the north gate scious guide pricked out in front, to the booth of the Lady Catharine and was followed over the forest of Kintyre, and enter her door, leapath by the unsuspected fugitives. ving what seemed your horse in the

While they were thus riding south- keeping of the galloglass, HughDuff ward at their horses' speed towards MacAulay.” the English camp, on the Blackwater, « If the dead could rise,” said a company of footmen were slowly O'Neill, thoughtfully, “ I would say wending their way towards Foichna. it was the Scot in my stolen gargall, from the woods and mountains ments. But no; the curragh went on the north. The rising moon dis- down ten miles from any land; the played the haggard and toil-worn Irish fishermen at Toome saw her founof Ram's Island. Their leader, John der ; and cloak and Scot, and all the the Proud himself, drew his weary precious freight she carried, lie limbs with difficulty over the rugged twenty fathoms deep in the middle pathway, yet still refused the fre- of Loch Neagh. No-bring me a quent offered support of his equally horse, and ghost or devil I will ques. spent companions. They gained the tion it. Lamh dearg aboo !he cried, outposts of Foichnagall about an as he threw himself again on horsehour before midnight. The previous back, and the war-cry of his house rumour of O'Neill's arrival had al- was echoed after him from watch-fire ready spread to the farthest advanced to drawbridge, as he galloped in the guards, so, when the soldiers saw him track of his mysterious predecessor through the camp. He made direct swelling with shame and indignation, for the hut of his wife : there was a burst into a torrent of reproaches, crowd of girls and women in the long and vehement, which was only court, and a chorus of maidens sing- interrupted by the entrance of an. ing—“ We have brought the summer other and more impetuous mourner. with us”-incongratulation under her It was Hugh Duff MacAulay, cowindows. Shane's heart fell as he vered with dust and blood; he burst heard his own condemnation in the into the tent crying that all was people's joy over his supposed re- over, that O'Neill was lost-a priturn to right conduct. They recog. soner to the English. nised him as he rode up:a lane was “ Thou liest, sir !” said Shane, opened for him to tho door-aged seizing the astounded galloglass. women, matrons, and young girls, all “Hast thou spread this news also in blessing him as he passed." He was the camp ?” sick from shame and terror ; for he “ By the head of O'Neill,” cried never doubted that he had been Hugh," this is either witchcraft or summoned to the scene by superhu- worse.” man agency, but he preserved the “ There is no witchcraft in the boldness of his deportment till he got case,” said Shane, “beyond the over the threshold - the long uncross ready wit of a brave Scot who has ed threshold of his wife's chamber. outdone us all with a cap, a cloak,

“ Catharine !” he cried, “what is and a stout heart. But tell me truly, this which has been here in my Hugh, bast thou bruited abroad this likeness-has it appeared to you ?” thy news of my fancied capture ?!!

“Oh, my own lord and husband! “O'Neill," said the galloglass, “I is this thyself at last ?" exclaimed his feared to throw the camp into conlady, starting from her tear-wet pilfusion, and waited till I came hither low, and falling on his neck.

ere I spoke.” “It is myself, Kate,” he said, “but “Thou hast done well, and shalt who or what has been this other ? be rewarded for thy discretion," tell me, I conjure you." She looked said Shane ; " and now draw thy up smiling through her tears. breath, and tell me how this cap.

** Oh, Shane,” she said, “I have a ture of your supposed O'Neill took strange tale to tell thee-sit down place ?" and drink this cup of wine, and I “ It was the strangest thing I ever will tell thee all truly and gladly.” saw," replied Hugh. “He and the

He sat down beside his wife, and young girl, and the boy Jeniko-a she took his hand in hers, and told knife in his throat, young wolfbim all that had happened. The whelp-rode right up to the English sinking boat, seen by the Toome outposts at Dungannon, and asked fishermen, had been the other sail who commanded. already mentioned. It was long past " Sir Dominick Warden,' said the midnight when Shane O'Neill left Saxon sentinel. We surrender to the side of his lady; be turned and him, cried the penitent young traikissed her as he left the door; his tor, and up rode the advanced step was light and vigorous again, guard. I struck for O'Neill as long and the marks of bis rough journey as I could hold my axe, but he called were gone. He walked straight to to me himself, as it seemed, to fly if the great pavilion in the middle of I could for my life; and so seeing I the camp. The sound of lamenta- could no better, I e'en turned my tion was loud within; he hurried horee's head, and never drew bridle forward, and entering, found the till I got to Foichnagall." Lady O'Donnell and her women “ỞNeill!” cried another messenmourning over the distorted body of ger, rushing in, “by your head I Alister Mackenzie-he bad strangled have seen the ragged staff on the himself.

Deputy's ensign, floating in the “ How now?" cried O'Neill, moonlight, three miles south of " who has done me this good ser: Magherafelt-there has been a bloody vice ?"

batile at Toomeferry, and the EngThe women told him shortly how lish of Cragfergus are in Killeighit was ; but the Lady O'Donnell, tra."

“What is our loss ?” questioned enough of idle sorrow. Ho, MacO'Neill.

Ever, write to Sir Art MacMahon that “ Thirteen of the Ocahans and five I must have a thousand galloglass on of the O'Hagans, with an hundred the banks of Blackwater in a week. and fifty galloglass, and two hun. Brian Barry, thou art captain of the dred kern and horseboys."

watch, double the guards on the “Ha!” cried Shane, “this smacks north, and erect outposts. Rory of sweat in the palm. Go there, Buye-send thither our chief herdsHugh Duff, to the quarters of Sir man-see thou that one-third of our Neale MacPhelimy; shew him this creaght be driven ere daylight to the my signet ring, and tell him to draw hills above Killymoone ; let the wodown his battle to the hill of Money, men and children of the camp more, and to keep the pass against all accompany them;" and so on, issucomers; and do thou,” turning to the ing orders, and arranging his plan, other messenger, “get thee a fresh of defence, apparently unconscious horse, and carry to Ocahan my com- of the presence of the silent females. mand, that he make stand in Tullegha. At length the Lady O'Donnell recoga with the clan Hagan. Now send me vering from her consternation, orhither my secretary, Neal MacEver, dered her attendants to lift the dead call up Brian Barry and Harry Oge. body of Mackenzie, and was about Ah! my poor foster-brother. I had to have renewed her complaintforgotten that shrewd stroke of the “Tut!” cried Shane, “get to your oar-blade, but it was fairly dealt and bed, ye silly women. My business I forgive it—thou wilt never again is now with Elizabeth of England.” rise at the cry of lamh dearg. But

THE WINE-CUP. A VISION. BY C. M,

16 In the hand of the Lord there is a cup, and the wine is red: it is full mixed, and he poureth out the sime. As for the dregs thereof, all the ungodly of the earth shall drink them, and suck them out."

Psalm lxxv. v. 9, 10. Common Prayer Version.

I saw the secrets of the sky :
On Angel-wing I seem'd to fly
Up to the flaming judgment-throne,
And the dread Power who sits thereon.
I saw his hand a wine-cup hold;
And, mantling o'er the radiant gold,
A blood-red stream came foaming o'er,
And purpled heaven's eternal floor.
I ask'd a seraph why the wine
Presented by the hand divine

That vivid sanguine colour wore,
And why its torrent rush'd impetuous to the floor.

“That cup," said the seraph,“ by vengeance' hand
Is mix'd ; and th' Eternal's high command

Dooms its unfailing, endless draught

To be by th' unrepentant quaff’d.
'Tis ting'd with the blood of human souls,
And thus all crimson its torrent rolls.
Dost thou marvel why with impatient gush
Its living waves o'er the goblet rush,

And Aling far round their flood unblest ?

It burns to lave each victim-breast
With the madd’ning draught of finish'd sin, *
And thinks it long till the work begin.”-

• " Sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death."-St James, i, 15.

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