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the future Gräfin, but the period arrived for the announcement. One evening he asked them if they could guess who the lady was. At once their tongues broke loose.

" It is our little Lenchen!” roared out the cousin Franz. “Our little Lenchen!” reiterated the other three stalwart cousins; and they actually pummelled each other in accompaniment to their laughter, as expressive of their mutual congratulations. And the Aunt Caroline smiled and bowed her head, while the Uncle Hubert distended his eyes and let his jaw fall in real astonishment.

And so it was the little Lenchen. Soon after, the Uncle Hubert, the Aunt Caroline, and the four cousins, were invited up to the wedding. And before winter came round again, the little Lenchen was established as lady Grafin von Grünthals, the lady of a fine manor, where she rules with as absolute a power as the despotic "Feenkönigin" herself.

Having been accustomed to be petted and indulged, and, at the same time, loved by every being that came in contact with her, it is to be hoped that even the enthralled Herr Graf, the most absolutely metamorphosed being on carth, who watches with intense anxiety the slightest quiver of his little lady's eyelid, or the slightest curve in her eyebrow, will not succeed in making her one whit less loveable. This is a true tale we have told and brought to a close; but let us wind it up in the old fairy-tale style, by wishing they may be happy together to the end.

A wizard brightness—shot a mass,

Athwart the dusk, of fractured beams; She feared to face the crystal charm,

For in its depths, at night, she saw

Great faces blank with mystic awe,Ghosts peering tiptoc o'er her arm ;

But looking wistful to the morrow.

She saw the shrouded tapers fade;
And, " Father, look down upon my sorrow;

Pity me, pity me, God !” she said.
In tangled curve and shining fold,

Her nun-like vesture reached the floor; In her right hand, blue veined and old,

A missal quaintly blazed she bore; At every page some counterpart

Of suffering met her gaze, until

Iler wild sad eyes began to fill, And holy tumults shook her heart.

Then drooping towards the broadening morrow,

That merged the room in stormy red,
“My God, look down on this great sorrow;

Pity me, pity me, God !” she said.
At times, when down the chimney's throat,

The rising night cloud blew a gust, Her

eyes around the walls did float, And fashioned spectres from the dust ; Or when the famished linden laid

A smiting branch across the pane,

She pressed her hands unto her brain And shrieked aloud as if dismayed,

And longing, praying for the morrow

Which smote the freshet in the glade, “ Father, look down upon my sorrow;

Pity me, pity me, God !” she said. From distant chambers far and low,

Mysterious noises gathered birth, Swam to the roof-top dull and slow,

And wandered out upon the carth; Between the beatings of the clock

The death watch trebled; underneath

The white fogs lifted from the heath, Came the fresh clarion of the cock;

And with it came the stormy morrow;

But ever ’mid the silence dead,
“Father, look down on my great sorrow;

Pity me, pity me, God!" she said.
At last the eastern mist was riven,

The brown lark rose with clamours loud ;
And streamed athwart the brink of heaven,

One cataract of orange cloud ;
She cried, “ He comes; I see him stand

A breathing glory in the skies ;

And from the doors of Paradise He stretches forth his shining hand;

He walks upon the golden morrow,

Upon his heart I lay my head;
God has looked down on my great sorrow,

My God has pitied me,” she said.



The poplar trees were vague and blank,

Along the levels of the lawn ;
And, glimmering thro' the yew rows dank,

The heavy windows faced the dawn;
The night had waned to amber lees,

The world swung in a waking swo0i),

The shadow of the setting moon, Had faded on the parquetries;

She turned her eyes unto the morrow,

And, bending low her hooded head, “ Father, look down upon my sorrow;

Pity me, pity me, God !” she said. She had arisen in the night,

And, trembling in the north star's cold,
Knelt in the sconces' flickering light,

Before a crucifix of gold;
Time plucked the darkness from her hair,

Gray shimmers slipt her wind-blown hood,

But on her cheek the summer blood Bloomed low in twilights faint and fair;

Still, as the dark east held the morrow,

Amid the silence damp and dead,
Father, look down on my great sorrow ;

Pity me, pity me, God !” she said.
The cracked, old-fashioned looking-glass,

With twenty azure glooms and gleams

fidelity to God, and to that religion of which he was a DR. MORAN'S MEMOIRS OF ARCIBISHOP

pontiff, and for which he laid down his life with a joyful PLUNKET.*

resignation that finds no parallel, except among those A CAREFUL perasal of this volume convinces us that who won the martyr's palm in the worst days of Nero the author has not done justice to himself or his work by

or Diocletian, styling it a memoir. Such a designation, if we mistake

Far from undervaluing the labours of those who have not, is applicable to a summary or epitome of the most

hitherto endeavoured to give us a faithful narrative of remarkable events in the life of an individual, compiled

the Life and Times of Oliver Plunket, we are fully prefamiliarly, and treating, as we have already implied,

pared to give them credit for the very best intentions, of the most salient features in the character, as well as while at the same time, we must confess that they had the most singular passages in the career of the person

to contend with difficulties which rendered the'r underwhose name and fame the writer is anxious to eternize.

taking anything but satisfactory to themselves or to

their readers. A memoir is to a history what a faint sketchy outline

The very meagre memoir appended to is to a finished picture, with its effective colouring, admir

Arsuekin's Theology, the desultory notices of the Priable grouping, and all those other accessories by which

mate in the "Hibernia Dominicana," some letters among the true son of genius almost imparts life and motion to

the Rawdon Papers, the correspondence in Carte's Life the canvas. In short, a memoir bears the same relation to

of Ormond, a few passages from the pen of Burnet, a a history, that a pale photograph bears to a vivid mere sketch in Ware's Writers, and the very cirennportrait instinct with life, every feature and visible

stantial report of the Trial, supplied the whole and sole emotion so faithfully reproduced, that we only feel

materials, out of which they strove (how inadequately the limited power of the painter, when we would

the work before us will shew), to elaborate a biography fiin have the creature of his pencil respond to our

of this illustrious martyr. Hence, as an inevitable greeting, or address us in well-remembered tones. We

consequence, those writers to whom we allude, not only will not, therefore, be charged with hypercriticisin for

mistook and confounded dates, so much s) that

none of then was able to tell us with whom Dr. remarking that Dr. Moran has made a mistake at the very outset of his work; for in reality it is not a memoir,

Plunket went to Rome, or at what precise period he rebut one of the most perfect pieces of biography, as well

turned to Ireland. But what is worse; they all left as one of the most valuable contribu ions to the ecclesi

us in comparative ignorance of the state of Catholicity astical and general history of Ireland in the seventeenth

in this island during the Primate's episcopate; exhausting century, that has yet, or probably ever will, appear.

time and ink iu a vain atte npt to elucidate that dismal The notices of Dr. Plunket’s life which have preceded period by the baleful light of penal enactments, vicethe work now before us might fairly be called so many

regal proclamations against those who clung to the old memoirs ; for notwithstanding the laudable zeal of their faith, and the questionable testimony of bigots and authors, who had not access to the vast collections of

fanatics, high and low, literate and illitera'e, who were original documents preserved in the archives of Propa.

as regardless of truth in all that concerned mere papists ganda, and the other depositories at Rome, and now

as they were uninfluenced by the commonest sentiments for the ime brought to light, and admirably

of humanity in their intercourse with that portion of the arranged by Dr. Moran, their eff rts had only one

population, robbed of everything but their faith by the result, namely, to keep us from forgetting that in the

iron hand of might, and the specious fraud of parliayear 1681, the said Oliver, Archbishop of Armagh, and mentary enactments. Primate of all Ireland, was brought to trial in London,

The materials, therefore, for a biography of Dr. where a jury of twelve men, atfecting to believe the

Plunket, lacking nothing that was required to evidence of certain renegade friars and laymen, returned

make it intensely interesting, complete, nay perfect, a verdict of high treason, and bad him septenced to die

in its minutest details, circumstantial in all that at Tyburn, with all the barbarons ceremonial of un

concerned his public and private career, illustrative of lowelling, burning, and quartering. Let us, however,

the times in which he lived, and seasoned with ample do them all the justice to which they are entitled, and

notices of the eminent men among whom it was his acknowledge that their notices of the Primate, meagre

destiny to move at home and abroad; the materials, and unsatisfactory in every other respect (and neces

we repeat, for such a biography, comprisiog all these surily so for the reasons we have already assigned,)

essentials, were only to be sought in Rome, where Dr. familiarized us with the Trial, if such a mockery of jus

Plunket's earliest days and the best portion of his tice deserve the name, and taught us to believe and hold

maturer years passed tranquilly and honorably, and

wher: his volumin jus correspondence has been religiously as a fact, which impartial history never can gainsay, that Oliver Plunket was doomed to a crnel death, not

preserved, till at last one was found possessing genius for treason to the crown of a worthless kiny, but for his

and industry to present to us all those most invaluable

documents, in their chronological series, translating the * Memoirs of the Most Rev. Dr. Plunket, Archbishop of Latin and Italian letters into English, giving us the Armagh, and Primate of all Ireland, who suffered death latter in a'l the fr shness of their quaint orthography, for the Catholic Faith in the year 1681. Compiled from Original Documents by the Rev. P. F. MORAN, D.D., Vice to the entire an arrangement in every respect Rector of the Irish College, Rome. Dublin : J. DUFFY,

orderly, and a grouping that may be justly styled artistic. 7, Wellington-quay, and 22, Paternoster-row, London Had Dr. Moran done nothing more than what we have




here attempted to desc.ibe, he would certainly have this island, that they, as men intellectually in advance of established strong claims to our gratitude and respect, their age, should be thoronghly familiar not only with —claims which we are satisfied will not be overlooked the general history of their country, whose grandest in Rome, where ecclesiastical learning is sure to meet, feature is the heroic struggle made by their fathers as it has erer met, its due reward. But he has besides

for the preservation and transmission of the faith; heightened the value of his work with preface, appen- but still more so, if possible, with the history of those dices, and notes judiciously collected from contemporary particular eras which have been so persistently misrewriters, all of which contribute to form a faultless picture presented by bigots and fanatics, or but feebly clucidated of the epoch on which he has thrown such a strong by apologists of our religion and national fame, who, and new light.

doubtless, would have rendered us far greater services The novelty, if we may use such an epithet, com- had they had access to original authentic vindications. bined with the minuteness of detail that absorbs our Surely no one will charge us with presumption or a desympathies at every page of this volume, causing us to sire to dictate, when we assert that the people who have panse and ask ourselves as we proceed, "Is it possible always regarded the priesthood as their best friends and that such things really were?” will in all likelihood surest guides, have a right to expect from their lips secure for it popularity among a few by whom such lore ample stores of that knowledge without which men are has always been appreciated. But we would most like aliens in their own soil, lost to all those grand rerespectfully suggest that eren such a work as this, so membrances which are so well calculated to purify and replete with all that is calculated to render it charming, exalt, nay, and to attach them more fondly to the land of never can be popularized among the masses of our Catho- their birth. What sources of inspiration meet the prie t lic readers, unless the hierarchy and cler-y commend

wherever his lot is cast in this island! In the solitude it to their perusal. For hierarchy as well as clergy it of the country, the cromleach at which his fathers worpossesses all the characteristies that should enlist the shipped for many an age, before Celestine sent Patrick interests of both; for as to the former, no matter how to overthrow the idol, and abolish the ritual of the eminent their position and attributes may be, they will Druids—the well in whose waters they were regenefind in the pages before us, detached episodes relating to rated to the new life—the shingled oratory whose their sees and predecessors of which they must have re- cyclopean masonry marks an era when faith was mained ignorant, wore it not for the zeal, ability and in- stronger than the arms that raised it—the grey old cross dustry of Dr. Moran ; and as for the second order of the -rich in symbolism, on which the devoted sculptor clergy, this Life of Dr. Plunket will, or at all events should, exhausted all the resources of his art—the mouldering excite them to a generous emulation in the same path, so abbey where saint and sage prayed, taught, wrote their seldom trodden since the days of Colgan, tlie O'Clerys, annals, and penned those magnificent copies of the sacred Wadding, Fleming, and Dr. Lanigan; and inspire them books which even now challenge the admiration of our with sentiments of sincere complacency that one of their greatest artists in this age of boasted civilization !-Live own rank has set them the example, Columbus-like ing among so many hallowed memorials of the past,adventuring into regions of history hitherto little known, martyrs of time, and still more so, of man's barbarityor but partly explored, thus di-closing to our view scenes the priest, if he only avails himself of the works which ard events for a knowledge of which we must liold our- throw such light on their foundation, uses, and vicissiselves exclusively indebted to the learned author's re- tudes, will be strongly armed wi h proofs of the antisearch. Dark and terrible, in nearly all its phases, is the quity and divinity of his faith, proofs indeed, all social aspect that has thus been presented to our view, the more incontestible, because based upon that erubut its gloom, we are proud to say, was irradiated by one dition which he has acquired in the schools. How grand luminary that shone upon it sorenely for a season, powerfully can a priest, well informed on all these suband then went down gloriously, like an autumn evening's jects, influence the destinics of the people committed to sun, in clous of flame and blood.

his charge, and surely it were easier to imagine than deSurely then, we are guilty of no exaggeration when scribe the devotedness to the old faith which his words we state, that Dr. Moran's learned labours justly entitle must keep alive in the souls of his flock, while they him to the respect and gratitude of Irishmen, not only listen to him describing, either from the pulpit or in at home but abroad, wherever nomadic tendencies or their social intercourse, the splen lour with which it hard necessity may have cast their lot, and at the same was environed in the earliest ages, and the fidelity with time we feel that we are only doing simple ju-tice to his which their fathers c'ung to it when, banned and driven deserts when we assert, that he deserves to be regarded from its grand old sanctuaries, it had to seek shelter on as an exem; lur by the Catholic clergy of his native the hill tops, or in the recesses of our glens. laud.

As for the clergy residing in large towns and cities, Let us not, however, be accused of striving after an they, too, are in daily contact with grand memorials of impossibility, or meaning to insinuate that every priest the past, for there is hardly a city or town in Ireland should become a writer. We are well aware that such a without its venerable cathedral, or some other architecstate of things could not be realized among a class of tural development to remind them of an era when the men whose energies are sorely tried, and frequently religion for whose uses these gorgeous temples were overtasked, by stern and all important duties. Never- reared, was that which civilized and sanctified our island theless, we would respectfully submit to the clergy of throughout its whole length and breadth. They are iu

history an essential element in their course, thus denying it that reverent attention to which the sacred love of country is so eminently entitled. Surely a knowledge of Irish history is not to be postponed to that of pagan mythology, a passing acquaintance with Cxsar's Commentaries, or the other classic anthors, who in so many instances are bitterly remembered in school-boy days, an! are speedily forgotten amid the ever importunate cares of maturer years! At present, indeed, the grievous neglect to which wo allude is utterly unpardonable, for we happily possess a School History of Ireland* that should be a class-book in every educational establishment in

this country.

deed so many adamantine evidences of the antiqnity of our religion, and surely it would be well to familiarise the people with the history of their foundation and vicissitudes. How delightful would it be to hear, from time to time, some preacher edifying and enlightening his auditors with historical allusions to those grand old monuments, the piety and genius that erected them, the great ones who knelt and prayed at their altars, and who happily found a last resting-place in their crypts, ages before that period when sacrilegious innovation pillaged, desecrated, and wrested them from their riglitful owners! Need we add that the pages of Dr. Moran's work are sown thick with facts memorable and suggestive as any that we meet in the lives of the earliest confessors and martyrs of the Christian religion ?

Sermons of this character, we have no doubt, would tend to the improvement of every class of the people; and if any one objects to us that the Holy Scriptures, Fathers, and writings of the saints, should supply the sole matter of the preacher's discourse, we might easily sweep away such an assertion by referring to the Jesuit Segneri, the most celebrated of all the Italian pulpit orators, whose sermons teem with passages from Seneca, Cicero, Tacitus, Plutarch, and other profane writers. It would be almost superfluous to dwell on the opportunities which are within the reach of the clergy of this metropolis, for the promotion of the study of Irish history, for they now have easy access to libraries (hitherto closed against them,) abounding in the richest treasures of such lore, and also to a Museum of which crosses, croziers, beils, shrines, and reliquaries constitute he chicfest objects of attraction. The labours of the Archeological Society, too, should stimulate them, for assuredly we Catholics should not allow that field to be almost exclusively occupied by eminent men, who do not profess our faith. Another, and in our opinion, a still stronger reason for impressing this subject on the attention of the clergy might be adduced from the present system of miscalled “ National Education,” a single book of which disposes of the whole history of Ireland in a few paltry paragraphs, hardly worth remembering, wliile many pages, verse and prose, are devoted to the glorification of England, Scotland, and Wales. None but a slavish Irisliman affecting an English accentthat invariably sounds like the ring of counterfeit metal, —would presume to call this system “ Nationalif he knows anything beyond the drill serjeant routine that raises him to the grade of inspector. None know better than our clergy, that the people of this country are passionately fond of their history, and indeed we believe that it rests with them to enlighten the rising generation on this ever-important subject—to teach them that this is an island of glorious memories, a land of historic deeds, famed for piety, learning, and civilization, from the earliest ages, and the most devoted of all others to that great central sun of unity whose beams have never ceased to cheer us since the days of Celestine and Patrick.

As to the schools established for the training of the opnlent classes, we hold that they fail in their duty to parems and pupils, so long as they do not make Irish

Having devoted so much space to these remarks, which cannot be deemed inconsideratr, we will now return to Dr. Moran's invaluable work, and give our readers some idea of its most prominent features.

When Father Scarampi, the minister accredited by Urban VIII. to the Coufe lerated Catholics of Ireland, sailed from Waterford for Roine, he took with him five youths, of whom the most distinguished were Oliver: Plunket, and one named Brennan, subsequently Archbishop of Cashel. Plunket, as we learn from Dr, Moran's work, was a scion of the illustrious house of Fingall, and nearly related to the no less noble family of the Talbots de Malahide. The five striplings confided to Scara 'n pi were destined for the priesthood, and it would appear that they left the Irish shores, about nine months after the battle of Benburb, in which Owen O'Neill defeated the Scotch and English Puritans commanded by George and Robert Munro.† This we collect from a letter addressed by Rinuccini to Cardinal Panfilio, dated 30th December 1646, in which he informs his Eminence that he had commissioned Father Scarampi to present to him, along with other trophies captured by O'Neill's troops, the standard-general (cornetta generale) of the Parita cavalry, taken in the foresaid memorable victory. I A second letter from Rinuccini seems to determine the exact time of Scarampi's departure, for he writes to the same Cardinal, (Feb. Ē, 1647,) thus—“I seize the present opportunity-namely, Scarampi's departure-to send you three despatches and one cipher, detailing all that has transpired in the General Assembly, together with an account of a signal success which O'Neill has recently achieved in the Marquess's (Orinond's) quarters.” The last allusion made iu Rinuccini's correspondence to Scarampi's departure occurs in a letter addressed to Panfilio, Feb. 15, 1617, in which he states that “ Wilfred Baron returned from France to Ireland, the very day on which Father Scarampi set sail, bringing with him two despa:ches, dated, 10th and 17th of December, 1647.

The jucidents of the journey, and the escape of Scarampi and his companions from the Parliamentary cruisers in the English Channel, as also from bandits in the Low Countries, are graphically described by Dr. Moran, and assoredly they offer a strange contrast to our modern mode of traveling, when steam-boats and

Haverty's School History of Ireland. Duffy, Dubliu. + June 3, 1646. # Nunziatura in Irlanda, p. 180. $ Ibid. p. 195.

ruilways render a visit to Rome as expeditious as it has been ruivous to freebooters, whether Flemings or Italians.

On his arrival in the Eternal City, Plunket-then ia his sixteenth year—applied himself for a while to the ftuly of rhetoric, and so netime later he and three of Jis companions entered the Irish College. The history of this establishment is exceedingly interesting; and although Dr. Moran has done much to make us familiar with many of the distinguished ecclesiastics who were educated there, (the greatest of whom unquestionably was Oliver Flanket,) we will not be deemed presumptuous for stating that many of its latest alumni,Dr. MacMahon, author of the Jus Primatiale," Dr. Lanigan, the ecclesiastical historian, the two O'Conors, Mathew and Charles, (for no matter how lamentable some passages in the career of the latter, bis Rerum Hib. Scriptores" will always stamp him as a most learned man), Clinch, author of “ Church Government,” and others, including the actual learued Vice-Rector, have given it a celebrity unsurpassed by any similar institution at home or abroad.

Dr. Moran’s notice of this establishment will be acceptable to our readers.

“ The Irish College 'for the secular clergy in Rome, as most of the other Irish Continental institutions, dates its origin from the times of persecution. Gregory XIII. (1572-55) had more than once contemplated the establishment of such an asylum for our nation, but the de. mands for arms and supplies made on him by the Irish princes then combating for their lives and religion, consumed the various sums set aside by him for this purprose. The bishops of Ireland, however, were persevering in their solicitations, and in a Relatio status of the Irish Church presented to Rome in 1625, the foundation of an Irish College is insisted on as a necessary means for supplying our suffering island with virtuous and learned pastors, and maintaining its connexion with the centre of Catholic unity."

Notwithstanding the repeated solicitations of the Irish bishops, it was only in the year 1627 that the college was at length established through the munificence of Cardinal Ludovisi, nephew of Gregory XV., and through the untiring exertions of the illustrious ornament of the Francis. can Order in the seventeenth century, Father Luke Wadding. An occasion soon presented itself, and, indeed a truly propitious one. Urban VIII. had on his accession to the Papal throne, nominated Cardinal Ludovisi Protector of Ireland. It was his desire, in which he was confirmed by his friend, Luke Wadding, to render to the Irish Church some important service calculated to perpetuate the memory of his protectorate. Without delay this idea was carried into effect; and we learn from many scurces, that it was the intention of his Eminence not merely to found the college, but to endow it with sufficient funds for the maintenance of a large number of students ; death, however, cut short bis beneficent designs, and the sum which he was able to bequeath for its endowment being comparatively small, during the 170 years which the college lasted till its suppression by the French usurpers of Rome, in 1798, it was scarcely ever able to receive more than eight students within its walls.

At the period of which we now treat it was under the direction of the Jesuit Fathers, and it sent forth so many learned and distinguished missionaries who shed lustre on the Irish hierarchy, to which many of them were raised, that it won for itself in Rome the title of nursery of Bishops—" seminarium episcoporum.” Indeed the 17th century may be justly considered a glorious era in the history of the Irish College."

In this seminary Plunket spent eight years, studying Mathematics, Philosophy, and Theology, and attending Lectures on Canon Law in the halls of the Sapienza, till at the termination of his academic course he received the degree of Doctor in Divinity, and was ordained priest in the year 1654. Meanwhile, the hopes of the Confederates in Ireland were utterly blasted; for owing to their own dissensions, fomented by the crafty doubledealing viceroy Ormond, Cromwell had trodden down all resistance, commencing his bloody work in Drogheda, and pursuing his sanguinary triumph till every town in the whole island lay prostrate at his feet. The horrors perpetrated by Cromwell and his deputy Ireton, are amply and vividly described in the Introduction to the work before us, and we may add that Dr. Moran throws a new and strong light on that dismal epoch, by quoting a host of authorities hitherto unknown to the most studious investigators of our history. To return to Ireland at such a period, when hanging bishops and priests, and transporting thousands of the population to the West India islands was the order of the day, would have been sheer madness, and sensible of this, Dr. Plunket applied for permission to remain in Rome till some political change might enable him to revisit his native land. His request was granted, and in 1657 he was appointed a Professor in the College de Propaganda, " where for twelve years he lectured on Theology, speculative and moral,” filling at the same time other offices of importance in that far-famed establishment, During this protracted residence in Rome he was the intimate friend of all the great men who figure in contemporary history at that court, and particularly of Odescalchi, who at a subsequent period ascended the Pontifical throne under the name of Innocent XI.

The condition of the Irish church at this period was traly lamentable, and the Pope, commiserating the spiritual destitution of the people, resolved to appoint bishops to some of the sees so lung vacant by the death or exile of their former pastors.

“At the close of the year 1668,” says Dr. Moran, “there were only two Catholic Bishops in Ireland, Dr. Patrick Plunket, Bishop of Ardagh, and Dr. Owen M‘Sweeny, Bishop of Kilmore. On the continent three other members of our Hierarchy, the Bishop of Kilfenora, the Bishop of Ferns, and the Archbisliop of Armagh, lived in exile. No wonder, then, that the widowed churches of Ireland should have hailed with joy the 21st of January, 1669, the day on which the Sacred Congregation of Propaganda nominated four new bishops to vacant sees, i.e., Dr. Peter Talbot to the Archiepiscopal See of Dublin, Dr. William Burgatt to Cashel, Dr. James Lynch to Tuam, and Dr. Phelan to Ossory."

Immediately after the nomination of the new bishops, Dr. Plunket was wanimously chosen to act as their representative at the Roman Court, an office of great importance, and the numerous congratulatory letters addressed to him on his appointment are full of interest, but none more so than that of his kinsman, Peter Talbot, Archbishop of Dublin.

“ The Bishop of Ferns," writes the latter," has requested me to unite with him in constituting you our agent in the Roman Court for the province of Dublin, to which request I have most readily assented.

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