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informs us that many persons fell sick and pined away Mr. Carleton has laid the scene of his story in Waterafter having been breathed upon by a certain prople of ford, and in the reign of Charles II., a period in which Thebes ; secondly, by ill-will, or covert hatred, of witchcraft flourished, aud which also enabled him to inwhich an instance is mentioned by Horace ; thirdly, by troduce with historic truth one of the most extraordicaresses and praise, which were always considered dan- individuals which

any age has produced, and who gerous unless prefaced by some expression which inti- possessed a quality strongly contrasted with that maligmated that they were sincere, and of this suprstition nant po ver which was supposed to be identified with we find traces to the present day in our own and other the evil eye. This singular person was Valentine Greatcountries. The fourth and most general mode of fas- rakes, who was a native of Affane, in Waterford, and cination was by the eye, of which various and conflict- flourished under the Commonwealth and Charles II., and ing notions were entertained. Plutarch affirms that who possessed a seemingly miraculous pwer of healing certain people had eyes which inflicted calamities on the almost any malady by his touch, and of counteracting very persons whom they loved best, such as on their evil by his volition, Carleton has placed the possessors own children, and s metimes even on themselves, if they of the good and the evil attributes in juxta-position, had the misfortune to see their own faces reflected in with exquisite skill, nearly at the commencement of bis water or in a mirror. “Some,” he

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66 think that story. even fathers have the fascinating (or, as we would term Henry Woodward, the possessor of the evil eye, is it, the evil) eye; and it is for this reason that their returning home from a grand-uncle in England, with wives will not suifor them to look at their offspring, or, whom he had resided from his childhood ; he is thereat all events, will not permit thein to gaze on them for fore a total stranger in the place, and meets a gentleany considerable time. What, I pray you, will you say man on the road who is also a stranger. They are disof those who are said to have the power of bewitching cussing the popular notion about the evil eye, suggested themselves ? Surely you must have read or heard of by an incident on the way, when the latter observesthat fair Entelides, with flowing locks, who perished miserably after seeing his shadow mirrored in the tran

Suppose, then, that we admit the fact that the eye of a quil waters. Bewitchment sickened bim and destroyed

certain individual can transfuse, by the force of strong vo

lition, an evil influence into the being or bodily system of his beauty.” Pliny tells us that, in Thrace and Illyria, another, why should it happen that an eye or touch, charged there were tribes who not only could bewitch but kill with beneficence, instead of evil, should fail to affect with a with a look, particularly when they were enraged, and

sanative contagion those who labour under many diseases ? that young people were most easily acted upon by such

"The only reply I can make to your question,' said Woodevil influence; and Virgil was well aware of this super

ward, “is this : the one has been long and generally known

to exist; whereas the latter has never been heard of, which stition of the evil eye when, in his 7th Eclogue, he most assuredly would not have been the case if it had ever made Menalcus complain

existed; as for the cure of the king's evil, it is a royal im

posture.' My flocks are free from love, yet look so thin,

'I believe in the latter,' observed the other, calmly. Their bones are barely covered with their skin.

Upon what grounds ? asked his companion. What magic has bewitched the worthy dams,

Simply because I know a person who possesses the sa: And what ill eyes beheld the tender lambs ?"

native power I speak of.'

*And I believe in the former,' replied Woodward, “and

upon better grounds still — because I possess it myself.' In some parts of Ireland the “evil eye" is called,

You will pardon me,' said the other, but I hesitate to in the old language of the country, Sui Balor, from believe that. Balor, the Fomórian chief, who was slain at the second Woodward, who felt this imputation against his veracity battle of Moyturey, as the reader will find explained in

with resentment, suddenly pulled up his horse, and turning Dr. O'Donovan's notes on the Four Masters, where that

himself on the saddle, looked upon his companion with an

expression that was as extraordinary as it was blighting, event is chronicled. Mr. Carleton tells us that the pe- The stranger, on the other hand, reining in his horse, and culiarity of the organs of vision which is supposed to taking exactly the same attitude as Woodward, bent his belong to the evil eye-namely, a dissimilarity in the

eye on him in return. colour of the eyes of an individual.- is also called Suil Gloir. At all events, the superstition, whatever be the

The appearance of the stranger, who was no other form or the name, is one wbich is well known in every

than Valentine Greatrakes, but whose name was not yet part of Ireland, and which could not fail to afford an

disclosed, although he plays a very important part at admirable ground-work for a story in the skilful hands

the cluse of the story, is then described :of so experienced a story-teller as Carleton, as we find "He was mounted upon a powerful charger, for indeed it was has, in effect, been done in the volume now before us. evident at a glance that no other would have been equal to Other supernatural agency, also, has been employed with

his weight. He was well dressed—that is to say, in the no unsparing hand in the tale, which, therefore, comes

garb of a country gentleman of the day. He wore his own under the head of “romance," strictly so called ; but

hair, however, which fell in long masses over his shoulders,

and a falling collar which came down over his breast. His with such good taste and skill has this machinery been person was robust and healthy-looking, and, what is not introduced, and so well in keeping is it with the popu

very usual in large men, it was remarkable for the most lar mythology of the country where the scene passes,

consummate proportion and symmetry. He wore boots and that it nowhere grates upon the feelings of the reader,

silver spurs, and his feet were unusually small, considering his size, as were also his hands. That, however, which

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struck the beholder with amazement, was the manly beauty of his features. At a first glance this was visible, but on contemplating them more closely you began to feel something strange and wonderful, associated with a feeling of veneration and pleasure. Even this, however, was comparatively little to what a still more deliberate perusal of that face brought to light. There could be read the extraorulinary union of humility and grandeur ; but above all, and beyond all other expressions, there proceeded from his eyes, and radiated like a halo from every part of his countenance, a sense of power which was felt to be irresistible. His eyes, indeed, were almost transparent with light-a light so clear, benignant, and strong, that it was impossible to withstand their glance, radiant with benevolence though it was. The surrender to that glance, however, was a willing and a pleasing one. The spectator submitted to it as an individual would to the eye of a blessed spirit that was known to communicate nothing but good. There, then, they sat contemplating one another, each, as it were, in the exercise of some particular power, which, in this case, appeared to depend altogether on the expressions of the eye. The gaze was long and combative in its character, and constituted a trial of that moral strength which each, in the peculiar constitution of his being, seemed to possess. After some time, however, Woodward's glance seemed to lose its concentrative power, and gradually to become vague and blank. In a little time he felt himself rapidly losing ground, and could hardly avoid thinking that the eyes of his opponent were looking into his very soul : his eyelids quivered, his eyes assumed a dull and listless appearance, and ultimately closed for some moments-he was vanquished, and he felt it."

agents of mischief, of course, excepted-are invested with a fascinating interest. No one could be more lovely and loveable than Alice Goodwin; and if she exhibits a tendency to superstitious feeling, that feature too is only the more natural, considering the age in which she lived. We should indeed absolve all parties from blame for credulity where the very ground-work of the story is built upon supernatural agency; but, at all events, we greatly prefer Alice Goodwin, with her credulity and timidity, to a stronger-minded heroine. The Goodwing are Catholics, and the Lindsays Protestants ; but a friendship of old standing has subsisted between them until interrapted by a bequest made by Mrs. Lindsay's brother to Alice Goodwiu in compliance with the dying wish of his daughter, between whom and Miss Goodwin a more than sisterly affection prevailed. The circumstance is naturally accounted for, and the Goodwins are shown to be free from any charge of capidity in the matter; but it nevertheless draws upon them all the fiend'sh batred of Mrs. Lindsay, and exposes Alice to the most merciless exercise of Woodward's evil influ. ence. Upon this circumstance turns the plot of the story, in which is worked up a great deal of interesting by-play. Many of the secondary characters command a lively interest; those of the peasantry are admirably drawn -such, for instance, are the delineatious of the beautiful and lively, but unfortunate, Grace Davoren, and the shrewd, humorous, honest and good-natured Barney Casey ; and the vicissitudes of feeling wbich the scenes evoke--horror, love, pity, mirth—are blended with a skill and power in which Carleton has equalled the very best of his former efforts, and exceeded many of those which have won for him much of his wellestablished popularity.

Several of these scenes, as the reader will find, have been beautifully illustrated by Mr. Edmund Fitzpatrick, so that it is sometimes difficult to determine whether the more vivid impressions are produced by the pen of the writer or by the pencil of the artist. The touches in both cases are exquisite, and worthy the one of the other. As an example, let the reader first peruse the following description of the first interview between Henry Woodward and the “. Black Spectre," and then glance, if he can without feeling his blood chill, at the representation of the same scene in the vignette on the title-page:

All the characters in the story are distinctly and powerfully delineated. Seldom has more of unmitigated evil been concentrated in one man than in Henry Woodward, the Suil Balor himself. He is a horrible compound of malice, treachery, ambition, and other vile passions : his powers of deception enable him to pass for a long time as a model of perfection wi’h many of his friends; and he possesses enough of courage or daring to carry him through the dangers in which his crimes involve him. Equal to him, at least in malice, is his mother, from whose family he inherits the diabolical quality of the evil eye, and who herself possesses that quality to an extent that enables her, according to the belief of her neighbours, to injure cattle, although not to destroy human life. Woodward is the son of this evil-minded and detestable a oman by a former marriage, her second husband, Mr. Lindsay, being a country gentleman and magistrate of a social and excellent disposition, but with sufficient strength of mind and sternness to counteract the malice and subdue the fiery ebullitions of his termagant wife. These qualities of his charac:er are freqnently called into requisition, and the fact of his taking such a woman to his wife is explained by a r'ather ambitious taste which he possessed for overcoming difficulties. Charles and Maria Lindsay, the children of the second marriage, resemble their father in the amiability of their disposition, and are therefore disliked by their mother, who centres all her affection in her congenial son, Henry Woodward.

Among the finest, and at the same time most natural, characters in the book, are Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin and their daugter Al'ce. The principal female characters that of Mrs. Lindsay, and a few subordinate

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“At length he came to a part of the road which was over. hung, or rather altogether covered with long, beech trees, whose huge arms met and intertwined with each other across it, filling the arch they made with a solemn darkness even in the noon of day. At night, however, the obscurity was black and palpable; and such upon this occasion was its awful solemnity and stillness, and the sense of insecurity occasioned by the almost supernatural gloom about him, that Woodward could not avoid the idea that it afforded no bad conception of the entrance to the world of darkness and of spirits. He had not proceeded far, however, under this dismal canopy, when an incident occurred which tested his courage severely. As he went along he imagined that he heard the sound of human footsteps near him. This, to be sure, gave him at first no trouble on the score of any. thing supernatural. The country, however, was, as we have alrearly intimated, very much infested with outlaws 'Stop, sir,' said Woodward, 'whoever or whatever you are-stop, I wish to speak with you ; be you mortal or spiri-, tual, I fear you not-only stop!

The being before him, however, walked on at the same slow and solemn pace, but still persisted in maintaining his distance. Woodward was resolute-fearless--a sceptican intidel-a materialist, but here was a walking proposition in his presence which he could not solve, and which, up to that point, at least, had set all his theories at detiance. His blood rose-he became annoyed at the strange silence of the being before him, but more still at the mysterious and tardy pace with which it seemed to precede and escape him.

‘I will follow it until morning,' he said to himself, or else I shall develop this startling enigma.'

At this moment his mysterious fellow-traveller, after having advanced as if there had not been such an individual as Woodward in existence, now stood ; he was directly opposite to the haunted house, and turning round, faced the tantalized and bewildered mortal. The latter looked on him-his countenance was the countenance of the dead-of the sheeted dead, stretched out in the bloodless pallor which lies upon the face of vanished life-of existence that is no more, at least in flesh and blood. Woodward approached him---for the thing had stood, as we have said, and per. mitted him to come within a few yards of him. His eyes were cold and glassy, and apparently without speculation, like those of a dead man open ; yet, notwithstanding this, Woodward felt that they looked at him, if not into him

‘Speak,' said he, speak-who or what are you?'

He received no reply, but in a few seconds the apparition, if it were such, put his hand into his bosom, and pulling out a dagger, which gleamed with a faint and visionary light, he directed it as if to his (Woodward's) heart. Three times he did this in an attitude more of warning than of anger, when, at length, he turned and approached the haunted house, at the door of which he disappeared.

and robbers, and although Woodward was well armed, as he had truly said, and was no coward besides, yet it was upon this view of the matter that he experienced anything like apprehension. He accordingly paused, in order to ascertain whether the footsteps he heard might not have been the echo of his own. When his steps ceased, so also did the others; and when he advanced again so did they. He coughed aloud, but there was no echo ; he shouted out—'Is there anyone there?' but still there was a dead silence. At length he said again—Whoever you may be, and especially if your designs be evil and unlawful, you had better beware ; I am well armed, and both able and determined to defend myself; if money is your object, pass on, for I have none about me.'

Again, there was the silence, as there was the darkness of the grave. He now resumed his former pace, and the noise of footsteps, evidently and distinctly different from his own, were once more heard near him. Those that accompanied him fell upon his ear with a light, but strange and chilling sound, that filled him with surprise, and something like awe. In fact, he had never heard anything similar to it before. It was very strange, he thought for the sounds, though light, were yet as distinct and well-defined as his own. He still held a pistol in each hand, and as he had no means of unravelling this mystery so long as he was enwrapped in such cimmerian gloom, he resolved to accelerate his pace, and get into the light of the moon as soon as he could. He accordingly did so, but the footsteps, although they fell not now so quickly as his own, stil seemed to maintain the same distance froin him as before. This certainly puzzled him, and he was attempting, if possible, to solve this new difficulty, when he found himself emerging from the darkness, and in a few moments standing in the light of the moon. He immediately looked about him, but except the usual inanimate objects of nature, he could see nothing. Whatever it is, thought he, or, rather, whoever it is, he has thought proper to remain undiscovered in the darkness. I shall now bid him good night, and proceed on my way home. He accordingly moved on once more, when, to his útter astonishment, he heard the footsteps again precisely within the same distance of him as before.

• Tut,' said he, 'I now perceive what the matter with me is. This is a mere hallucination, occasioned by a disordered state of the nerves ;' and as he spoke he returned his pistols into his breast-pockets, where he usually wore them, and once more resumed his journey. There was, however, something in the sound of the footsteps--something so hollow--so cold, as it were, and so unearthly, that he could not throw off the unaccountable impression which it made upon him, infidel and sceptic as he was upon all supervatural intimations and appearances. At length he proceeded, or rather they proceeded, onwards until he arrived within sight of what he supposed to be the haunted house. He paused a few moments, and was not now so insensible to its Ionely and dismal aspect. It was a two-storied house, and nothing could surpass the spectral appearance of the moon's light as it fell with its pale and death-like lustre upon the windows. He stood contemplating it for some time, when, all at once, he perceived, walking about ten yards in advance of him, the shape of a man dressed in black from top to toe. It was not within the scope of human fortitude to avoid being startled by such a sudden and incomprehensible apparition. Woodward was startled, but he soon recovered himself, and after the first shock felt rather satisfied that he had some visible object with which he could make the experiment he projecte, viz., to ascertain the nature, whether mortal or otherwise, of the being before him. With this purpose in view he walked very quickly after him, and as the other did not seem to quicken his pace into a corresponding speed, he took it for granted that he would soon overtake him. In this, however, he was, much to his astonishment, mistaken. His own walk was quick and rapid, whilst that of this incomprehensible figure was slow and solemn, and yet he could not lessen the distance between them a single inch.

This Black Spectre, or Shan-dhinne-dhuv, is one of the actual dramatis persona, but also appears to be counterfeited by another in some portions of the tale. It is supprsed to be the spirit of a murdered man which baunts the family of Mi's. Lindsay in punishment of a crime committed by one of her ancestors.

Another scene which the artist has been most happy in illustrating, is thus related in the story :

“Our hero was about half way home when he overtook a thin, lank old man, who was a rather important character in the eyes of the ignorant people at the period of which we write. He was tall, and so bare of flesh, that when asleep he might pass for the skeleton of a corpse. His eyes were red, cunning and sinister-looking; his lips thin, and from under the upper one projected a single tooth, long and yellow as saffron. His face was of unusual length, and his parch. ment cheeks formed two inward curves, occasioned by the want of his back teeth. His breeches were open at the knees; his polar legs were without stockings, but his old brogues were foddered, as it is called, with a wisp of straw, to keep his feet warm. His arms were long, even in proportion to his body, and bis bony fingers resembled claws rather than anything else we can now remember. They (the claws) were black as ebony, and resembled in length and sharpness those of a cat when she is stretching herself after rising from the hearth. He wore an old barrad of the day, the greasy top of which fell down upon the collar of his old cloak, and over his shoulder was a bag, which, from its appearance, innst bave contained something not very weighty, as he walked on without seeming to travel as a man who carried a burthen He had a huge staff in his right hand, the left having hold of his bag. Woodward at first mistook him for a mendicant, but upon looking at him more closely, he perecived nothing of that watchful and whining

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cant for alms which marks the character of the professional beggar. The old skeleton walked on, apparently indifferent and independent, and never once put himself into the usual posture of entreaty. This, and the originality of his appearance, excited Woodward's curiosity, and he resolved to speak to him.

• Well, my good old man, what may you be carrying in the bag?

The man looked at him respectfully, and raising his hand and staff, touched his barrad, and replied :

'A few yarribs, your honour.' "Yarribs! What the deuce is that? "Why, the yarribs that grow, sir--to cure the people when they're sick.'

Oh! you mean herbs.'
'I do, sir, and I gather them too for the potecars.”

Oh! then you are what they call an herbalist.' 'I believe I am, sir, if you put that word against (to) a man that gathers yarribs.

Yes, that's what I mean. You sell them to the apothecaries, I suppose.

'I do a little sir, but I use the most of them myself. Sorra much the potecars knows about the use o' them; they kill more than they cure wid 'em, and calls thim that understands what they're good for rogues and quacks. May the Lord forgive them this day! Amin acheernah ! (amen, oh Lord)!

* And do you administer these herbs to the sick?'

'I do, sir, to the sick of all kinds—man and baste. There's nothing like them, sir, bekaise it was to cure diseases of all kinds that the Lord, blessed be His name ! amin acheernah ! planted them in the earth for the use of His cratures. Why, sir, will you listen to me now, and mark my words ? There never was a complaint that follied either man or beast, brute or bird, but a yarrib grows that 'ud cure it if it was known. When the head's hot wid fever and the heart low wid care, the yarrib is to be found that will cool the head and rise the heart.'

· Don't you think, now,' said Woodward, imagining that he would catch him, 'that a glass of wine, or, what is better still, a good glass of punch, would raise the heart better than all the herbs in the universe ?'

Lord bless me! he exclaimed, as if in soliloqny ; 'the ignorance of the rich and wealthy, and of great people altogether, is unknown! Wine and punch! And what, will you tell me, does wine and punch come from? Doesn't the wine come from the grapes that grow in forrin parts - sich as grows in our hot-houses—and doesn't the whiskey that you make your punch of grow from the honest barley in our own fields? So much for your knowledge of yarribs'

The old wretch thus introduced is Sol (or Solomon) Donnel, the berb-doctor, a personage whom Woodward subsequently finds useful in some of his devilish schemes.

It was the age, as we have seen, of conjoring and witchcraft, and the arrival of a conjuror in the little town of Rathfillan, near which most of the action of the story takes place, produced, as might be supposed, a lively sensation. Herr Zander Vanderpluckem was an astrologer and doctor, as well as a conjuror, and, according to his prospectus, “ travelled up and down the milky way one night in every month, to see that the dairies of the sky were all right, and that that celebrated path was properly lighted; and to bring down a pail of milk with him which he churned into butyrus, an ungent so efficacious that it cared all maladies under the sun, and many that never existed, and it could be had at five shillings a spoonful.” His levee (which, by the by, Mr. Fitzpatrick has also very graphically illustrated) supplies a series of scenes in which Carleton has

A man rather advanced in years next came in, and taking his seat, wiped his face and gave a deep groan.

Well, my friend, said the conjuror, “in what way can I serve you!'

God knows its hard to tell that,' he replied, but I'm troubled.'

• What troubles
It's a quare world, sir, altogether.!
* There are many strange things in it, certainly.'

*That's truth, sir ; but the saison's favourable, thank God, and there's every prospect of a good spring for puttin' down the crops.'

• You are a farmer, then ; but why should you feel troubled about what you call a fine season for putting down the crops?'

The man moved uneasily upon his chair, and seemed at a loss how to proceed ; the conjuror looked at him, and waited for a little, that he might allow him sufficient time to disclose his difficulties.

There are a great many troubles in this life, sir, especially in married families.'

• There is no doubt of that, my friend,' replied the conjuror.

No, sir, there is not. I am not aisy in my mind, somehow.'

'Hundreds of thousands are so as well as you,' replied the other. “I would be glad to see the man who has not something to trouble hiin ; but will you allow me to ask you what it is that troubles you ?

* I took her, sir, widout a shift to her back, and a bettber husband never breathed the breath of life than I have been to her,' and then he paused, and pulling out his handkerchief, shed bitter tears. 'I would love her still, if I could, sir ; but, then, the thing's impossible.'

"Oh, yes,' said the conjuror; 'I see you are jealous of her ; but will you state upon what grounds ?. *Well, sir, I think I have good grounds for it.'.

What description of woman is your wife, and what age is she?

Why, sir, she's about my own age. She was once handsome enough-indeed, very handsome when I married her.'

• Was the marriage a cordial one between you and her ? • Why, sir, she was dotin' upon me, as I was upon her.'

Have you had a family ?' *A fine family, sir, of sons and daughters.' • And how long is it since you began to suspect her?'

• Why, sir, I–I-well, no matther about that; she was always a good wife and a good mother, until-here he paused, and again wiped his eyes.

Until what ?

Why, sir, until Billy Fulton, the fiddler, came across her.'

Well, and what did Billy Fulton do ?' ' He ran away wid my ould woman, sir.' * What age is Billy Fulton ?'

‘About my own age, sir ; but by no means so stout a man; he's a dancin' masther, too, sir; and barrin' his pumps and white cotton stockings, I don't know what she could see in

he's a poor light crature, and walks as if he had a bump on bis hip, for he always carries bis fiddle undher his skirt. Ay, and what's more, sir, our daughter, Nancy, is gone off wid him.'

The devil she is. Why did the old dancing-master run off with both of them? How long is it since this elopement took place?

Only three days, sir.' . And you wish me to assist you ?'

'If you can, sir; and I ought to tell you that the vagabone's son is gone off wid them too.'

Oh, oh,' said the conjuror, 'that makes the matter worse.' No, it doesn't, sir, for what makes the matter worse is,

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that they took away a hundhred and thirty pounds of my money along wid 'em.'

*Then you wish to know what I can do for you in this business *I do, sir, i' you plaise.'

Were you ever jealous of your wife before?

No, not exactly jealous, sir, but a little suspicious or so ; I didn't think it safe to let her out much ; 1 thought it no harm to keep my eye on her.'

• Now,' said the conjuror, ‘is it not notorious that you are the most jealous - by the way, give me five shillings; I can make no further communications till I am paid; therethank you—now, is it not notorious that you are one of the most jealous old scoundrels in the whole country?'

No, sir, barrin' a little wholesome suspicion.' "Well, sir, go home about your business. Your daughter and the dancing-master's son have made a runaway match of it, and your wife, to protect the character of her daughter, has gone with them. You are a miser too. Go home

I have nothing more to say to you, except that you have been yourself a profligate. Look at that book, sir; there it is ; the stars have told me so.'

• You have got my five shillings, sir ; but say what you like, all the wather of the ocean wouldn't wash her clear of the ould dancing-masther.'

now;

Shawn-na-Middogue, or John-of-the-dagger, a young peasant whom the cruel injustice of Mrs. Lindsay had driven froin his home, and the barbarity of the law had converted into an outlaw, is, strictly speaking, the hero of the tale; at least he is the deadly antagonist of the man with the evil eye.

He is considered by the peasantry to possess something of superhuman power, and has been chosen by the unhappy outlaws of the district -or tories, as they were then called as their leader. He is, moreover, the rejected admirer of Grace Davoren, Woodward's unfortunate victim, and has, therefore, the most powerful incentives to hostility against that bad man. The most terrible scene in which Shawn is iutroduced--indeed the most terrible one in the book-is the Tory hunt, which has been got up by Woodward for Shawn's destruction. It was a scene which was not unfrequent in those days, and in which many of Cromwell's old officers delighted to indulge after the civil war had been crushed in Irelaud. We give it slighily curtailed :

more nor less to expect from their pursuers than the savage wolves which then infested the forests-a price having been laid upon the heads of each.

After some time the party arrived at the outskirts of the wood, and an individual was seen bounding along in the direction of the mountains—the two dogs in full pursuit of him. The noise, the animation, and the tumult of the pursuit were now astounding, and rang loud and long over the surface of the excited and awakened neighbourhood, whilst the wild echoes of their inhuman enjoyment were giving back their terrible responses from the hills and valleys around them. The shouting, the urging on of the dogs by ferocious cries of encouragement, were loud, incessant, and full of a spirit which at this day it is terrible to reflect upon. The whole country was alive; and the loud vociferous agitation which disturbed it resembled the influence of one of those storms which lash the quiet sea into madness. Fresh crowds joined them, as we have said, and the tumult still became louder and stronger. In the meantime Shaunna-Middogue's case-it was he. - became hopeless, for what is the speed of the fleetest runner that ever lived to that of two powerful bloodhounds, animated as they were by their ferocious instincts. Indeed, the interest of the chase was heightened by the manner and conduct of the dogs, who, when they came upon the trail of the individual in question, yelped aloud with an ecstatic delight that gave fresh

courage to the vociferous band of pursuera.

• Who can that man be asked one of them; 'he seems to have wings to his feet ?'

* By the sacred light of day,'exclaimed another, it is no other than the famous Shawn-na-Middogue himself. I know him well; and even if I did not, who could mistake him by his speed of foot!'

• Is that he ?' said the mask (Woodward); 'then fifty pounds in addition to the government reward to the man who will shoot him down, or secure him, living or dead; only let him be taken.'

Just then four or five persons, friends of course to the unfortunate outlaw, came in before the dogs across the trail, in consequence of which the animals became puzzled, and lost considerable time in regaining it, whilst Shawn, in the meantime, was fast making his way to the mountains.

The reward, however, offered by the man in the black mask-for it was a black one-accelerated the speed of the pursuers, between whom a competition of terrible energy and action arose as to which of them should secure the public reward and the premium that were offered for his blood. Shawn, however, had been evidently exhausted, and sat down, considerably in advance, however, on the mountain side, to take breath, in order to the better chance of effecting his escape ; but whilst seated panting after his race, the dogs gained rapidly upon him. Having put his hand over his eyes, and looked keenly down - for he had the sight of an eagle--the approach of the dogs did not seem at all to alarm him.

Ah, shank God, they will have him soon,' said the mask, “and it is a pity that we cannot give them the reward. Who owns those noble dogs?”'

* You will see that very soon, sir," replied a man beside him ; 'you will see it very soon-you may see it now.'

As he uttered the words the dogs sprang upon Shawn, wagged their tails as if in a state of most ecstatic delight, and began to caress him and lick his face.

* Finn, my brave Finn!” he exclaimed, patting him affectionately, and is this you ? and Oonagh, my darling Oonagh, did the villains think that my best friends wouli pursue me for my blood ? Come now,' said he, 'follow me, and we will lead them a chase.'

During his brief rest, however, four of the most active of his pursuers, who knew what is called the lie of the country, succeeded, by passing thrvugh tho skirt of the wood in a direction where it was impossible to observe them, in com. ing up behind the spot where he had sat, and consequently, when he and his dogs, or those which had once been his, ascended its flat sunimit, the four men pounced upon him.

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On the morning in question the tory-hunters literally beat the woods as if they had been in the pursuit of game, but for a considerable time with little effect. Not the appearance of a single tory was anywhere visible; but notwithstanding this, it so happened that some one of their enemies occasionally dropped, either dead or wounded, by a shot from the intricacies and covers of the woods, which, upon being searched and examined, afforded no trace whatsoever of those who did the mischief.

In due time the dogs (bloodhounds) were brought up, but the trails were so various that they separated mostly into single hunts, and went at such a rapid speed that they were lost in the woods.

At length two of them who came up first gave tongue, and the body of pursuers concentrated themselves on the newly-discovered trail, keeping as close to the dogs as they could. Those two had quartered the woods and returned to the party again when they fell upon the slot of come unfortunate victim who had recently escapel from the place. The pursuit now became energetic and full of interest, if we could forget the melancholy and murderous fact, that the game pursued were human victims, who had nothing

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