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ther operatic airs. But, thank God, all that is changed, nou-shot at the dawn of day; and listened to the milind the generation which was then growing hoay in tary band which played in the camp, far below, while he gloomy ways of infidelity, has nearly passed away. the first glories of a bright southern morning were burstPoor Manzoni had been carried away like others by the ing from behind the craggy summits of Mount Atlas. aneful spirit of the age, but happily it was not difficult And it was just such a morning which followed my last o revive in him better feelings. I did not attempt to interview with Achille Manzoni. The loud booming of isurp an office which did not belong to me, but I re- a cannon echoed, as usual, through the bills : then folviced that the few words I ventured to speak produced, lowed the beat of drum and shrill note of trumpet sound»y a merciful grace, a happy impression. He promised ing the reveille ; the camp was soon alive, and with palne that he would take ample advantage of the chap-pitating heart I listened to its movements, for nothing ain's visit that evening, and that he would employ the was yet visible there but the white walls of the huts ew hours wbich remained to him in a suitable manner. which covered many an acre of surface. In the mean He had nothing, he said, to tell me, but to entreat that time a white fog lay upon the Mitidja like a sea; the I would give his last fond love to the one friend whom haze in the gorges of the mountains began to assume a I knew, on my return to France—to tell her all, and to delicate tone of ultra-marine, mingling imperceptibly try to excuse his misfortunes. He finally begged that with the warmer purple and carmine tints of the sumI would not come to witness the scene of the morrow mits, above which floated in the pure, sultry atmosphere

- he made no allusion to the object of his unhappy a few slender streak3 of cloud, which were first vermiflight to the mountains, nor did I ever hear whether he lion, then of a bright yellow tinge, and then of molten had succeeded in finding the beautiful Arab girl by gold. whom his affections had been captivated—and thus we While the gorgeous face of nature, so full of calm, parted for ever in this life.

majestic beauty, was undergoing these changes, the I resided at that time at the place called the Swedish movement in the camp of Mustafa wis becoming more Garden, little more than a mile outside the walls of and more active; columos of troops were to be seen Algiers, on the road to Delli Ibrahim. The way thither passing and repassing ; squares were formed, and the lay by the Fort de l'Empereur, which commanded the rattle of drums was incessant. I could not understand Casbah, or Palace of the Dey, at the highest point of the military pantomime which was passing on the sands, the city, and which was, in its turn commanded by still far below me; but my heart sickened at the prepara • higher land within cannon-shot, to the south and west. tions, a chill went through my veins, my knees trembled, The place where I was stopping was, indeed, the site of and teeth chattered as if from cold. At length all some of the batteries planted by the French invading seemed for a moment silent and at rest—the drums had army, in 1830, against the said Fort de l'Empereur, the ceased; I thought I could perceive some small, indeficapture of which immediately secured the city to the nite objects close to the sand-bills, where one side of conquerors. This place, which owes its name to the the vast, hollow square of military was left open down circumstance of being the property of the Swedish con- to the sea. Could these be the two condemned men, sulate, is beautifully situated, on one of the most ele- a waiting the signal for the firing parties to send them vated points of the sea-coast ridge of high land, which into eternity ? I prayed with all the fervour I could is generally called Sahal, but sometimes bears the name command. I prayed, indeed, all that morning for my of Mount Boujareah, especially at that part where it unhappy friend and his companion in misfortune. Hush! rises still higher, near its western extremity. The view again the roll of a drum! and again silence! Two is magnificent, extending very far. seaward, on the one small clouds of white smoke burst in the midst of the side, and embracing the entire panorama of the Little hollow square, then a horrible pause of five or six seAtlas, with the intervening plains of the Mitidja, on the conds before two sharp sounds reached my ear, almost other. The city, indeed, is concealed from the eye by together—but, before these sounds arrived, the souls of the brow of the eminence; but the entire semicircular Achille Manzoni and his wretched comrade were before bay is visible, from Algiers to Cape Matifou, with the their Eternal Judge and Maker ! white breakers which perpetually line that coast, and Thus man's work in this affair was finished. I left the sand-bills, which extend considerably inward from Africa soon after, and I confess that this melancholy the shore, and the camp of Mustafa, and still farther episode, and the sad duty which still remained of dison the village of Koubah, and beyond it the low closing to Madalena Manzoni the fate of her unhappy banks of the Haratch, and the Maison Carrée in the brother, were among the most piinful circumstances distance.

which I encountered in my wanderings. Others, if perOften have I looked upon that gorgeous scene from mitted, I may hereafter rccount to the gentle reader. the grating of an eastern window, when roused by can

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A WAIL

WAIL FOR EOGHAN RUA O'NEILL.

(TRANSLATED BY ERIONNACH.) [The following is a translation of a very rare Gaelic Dirge for the great Chieftain. We have met with no copy of it but one, which is in T. Connellan's collection-a rare book at present. The following, we believe, is the first translation ever made of it, and as it is close both to metre and matter, our readers will obtain a correct idea of the original. T. Connellan's copy is in some parts irregular, and seems to be a faulty version ; nevertheless the thoughts are very striking. It has been attributed to O'Carolan, but as the song intimates personal acquaintance with the hero, and as O'Carolan was not born till after his death, that is out of the question. It may have been the composition of O'Connellan, who was also a celebrated musician. The song itself appears to have been written to music, and we have heard a dirge in Ulster called “Carolan's Lament for Eoghan Rua” which in reality may have been the composition of O'Connellan, and may match the song.)

I.

A MOST great loss is thy loss to me,
A loss to all who had speech with thee;
On earth can so hard a heart there be
As not to weep for the death of Eoghan?

Och, Ochön! 'tis I am stricken,
Unto death the rest may sicken,
'Twas there the Soul who all did quicken-
Ah, and Thou in Thy grave!

II.

I stood at Cavan o'er thy tonib,
Thou spok’st no word thro' all my gloom,
O want! ( ruin! 0 bitter doom!
O lost, lost heir of the House of Niall !

I care not now whom death may borrow,
Despair sits by me, night and morrow,
My life, alas! is one long sorrow-
And Thou in Thy grave!

III.

O child of heroes, heroic child !
Thou'dst smite our foc in the battle wild,
Thou’dst right all wrong, O gallant and mild !
And who liveth now—that Eoghan is dead?

In place of feasts, alas ! there's sighing,
In place of song wild, woe and crying,
Alas! I live with my heart a-dying--
And Thou in Thy grave!

IV.

My woe—is't not a surpassing woe?
My heart is torn with rending throe;
I wail that I am not lying low
In silent death, by thy side, Eoghan !

Thou wast most skilled all straits to ravel,
And thousands brought’st from death and cavil,
They journey safe who with thee travel-
And Thou with Thy God!

V.

My days shall count but a short, sad space
Till I, 'mid saints, shall behold Thy face,
Nor meet to grieve in that holy place,
But rejoice before the self-chosen Lamb.

0, then I ne'er shall fear to sever,
0, from thy side I'll wander never,
Singing the glory and peace for ever-
And we with our God!

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pose that he can be had ready made. Pedants with A MORNING NEWSPAPER.

no well-defined vocation, and barristers whose legal lore

has been suffered to lie dormant and unappreciated by BY J. M. M., T.C.D.

indiscriminating solicitors sometimes attempt an Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur.

ticle,” and usually fail ignominiously. Their place There is no description of literature so universally read is probably filled by an unsuccessful schoolmaster, or a as that furnished through the medium of newspapers, fossil grinder, who has spent the best years of his life and yet, strange to say, but very little is known by the and exhausted his energies in the dreary torture of unreasoning public of the complicated modus operandi, cramming" for University term and honour examinaby means of which the materials are obtained and shaped tions-men who being, generally speaking, unacquainted both for their information and amusement: and of the with the ways of the world, are betrayed at times into amount of talent and labour requisite to keep up a supply ludicrous blunders. Vexed by the depressing effects adequate to the increasin“ demand in this age of rapid of disappointment in their new career, they try to write progress. Ceaseless activity pervades every department smartly, and hopelessly mar their contributions by each hour of the twenty-four, an enormously expensive unjustifiable personalities and blunted irony, the miserstaff, consisting of editors, reporters, readers, composi- able substitutes for reason and common sense. They, tors, machinists, messengers, et hoc genus omne, are in short, model their essays after the fashion of our engaged in never-ending toil. Whilst the more fortu- Transatlantic brethren, who are so prone to indulge nate reader is enjoying undisturbed repose, or dreaming, in coarse invective, and impotent threats against indiperchance, of the events of the day just closed, the wires viduals as well as public bodies. The compilation of of the telegraph--that marvel of modern inventions

a daily newspaper is an essential —possibly, all things are brought into requisition, and during the sittings of considered—the most essential element in its producParliament, for example, a constant stream of words is tion. It is, nevertheless, an undertaking which the imborne on the subtle fluid from the greatest assembly promptu editor of the calibre just described affects to in the world” to the hands of compositors in the remotest despise, on the ground that it is too mechanical for the parts of the United Kingdom, to be by them “set up” man of genius, whose province it is to wield the pen, for the paper of the following morning; scarcely has the forgetful, peradventure, that there can be no more conspeaker resumed his seat before his eloquence, which temptible occupation than that of writing under the mast first filter through the sifting process of transcrip-withering influence of proprietorial dictation, in order tion, is permanently recorded for perusal at the breakfast to pander to the whims and court the fleeting popularity table. This is a costly item in the expenditure of the of a party. People, however, of more expansive unestablishment, and leads to the employment of a vast derstandings, with wisdom to reflect and courage to number of persons who must possess education and in. arrive at their own conclusions, are aware that in selecttelligence for the accurate discharge of their duties. Lon. ing for a newspaper there is a wide field for the exerdon, it is almost needless to assert, is the great centre cise of literary taste and judgment. To cater for infrom which emanates original editorial articles, and those numerable varieties of minds day after day, and succeed who have experience of the press cannot fail to be struck in bringing out a paper which will prove interesting, and, with the fact-not credit le to Ireland—that the re. at the same time, instructive, not so easy as some markably able " leaders” which appear in the Times, imagine. Simple as this is thought to be, it involves Herald, Morning Post, Daily News, and Saturday vast trouble, anxiety, and watchfulness, if only to avoid Review, some of Irish authorship, are frequently repro- the reprinting of stale news. To wade through files duced in this country in a diluted form, and far from im- of journals from all parts of the habitable globe, and proved by the ingredients added thereto. Some Irish

cull scraps from each, is not a trifling routine ; and it papers are, of course, free from this charge of wholesale would, indeed, be irksome to a degree were it not for plagiarism, and are written with spirit and independence. the remarkable and stirring incidents which are momenWith the solitary exception of the “Times," the London tarily brought to light. An cditor, if a keen observer, papers show an extremely intimate knowledge of Irish has opportunities which few enjoy of forming enlarged affairs. To please a certain shallow class of narrow- and clear views of human nature in all its manifold minded Englisbmen, there is often an unbecoming seve- phases. He has under his notice, as it were, an epitome rity of tone adopted in dealing with what are called the of the current proceedings of the world. All its horrors, faults and peculiarities of Irishmen, and this is the more trials, temptations, pleasures, and utter hollowness pass apparent in its columns which are disfigured by unmean- in review before bim. “Man,” it is said, “is the meaing prejudice and malignant sarcasm whenever this sure of all things;" and truly the range of an editor's well-abused country is the subject of comment. Still intellectual powers is deemed to be illimitable. He is even the most patriotic Hibernian must admire the looked upon as a person of prodigious versatility, and, ability of the writing, which is further enhanced by the therefore, expected to enlighten mankind on every conabsence of cliqueism, a defect very visible nearer home. ceivable topic which may arise in the minds of his The successful journalist must be gifted with tact and numerous interrogators; he is, in fact, treated as a living aptitude, and should also undergo steady training to encyclopædia, from whom every description of informaqualify for the profession. It is a fatal mistake to sup- tion can be extracted at will. Familiarity with the leading characteristics of public men is certainly indispensable yet looks as brisk and fresh at noon as if he had taken to anyone who desires to take a correct survey of the “round of the clock.” To revert for an instant, beevery political question which comes to the surface. fore concluding this imperfect sketch, to the reporters, A glance at certain organs would suffice to convince any who have many claims to consideration and gratitude, candid reader that the prevalent habit of mixing up re- it may not be amiss to inform the fault-finding portion ligion with nearly every question discussed is one of of the community-a legion so ready to bestow advice, the chief banes which has ever tended to impede the that valueless commodity when applied to matters of advance of Ireland, and the effect of this vicious custom which they are wholly innocent of the trying ordeal is to propagate everlasting discord, and sow undying which these members of the “ fourth estate" bave to enmity between children of the same soil.

undergo. A metropolitan morning paper, which does As soon as the editor of a metropolitan daily paper not appropriate largely the news supplied by its conhas made his choice of news, in which he had been en- temporaries, has at least eight reporters. These gengaged for several hoars, he is waited upon by the fore- tlemen are mixed up in all sorts of agreeable and disman of the compositors' department, a functionary with- agreeable events, and speedily learn to put the proper out whom the paper would never spring into being. estimate on men and manners. Their minds are kept Having previously concluded his calcluations, he an- on the stretch and over-wrought for hours during the nounces the quantity of space open, and on getting day, but their hardest work begins after midnight. The the

necessary modicum of matter, retires gorged to his ink of their reports is still wet whilst they are being office, in order to digest it, and immediately commences printed for circulation. The egotistical and floundering the puzzling operation of preparing for the morning demagogue is their unrelenting enemy. A man who is publication. The large metal table at which he stands proof against the plainest hints that he is tiring out his whilst performing this task resembles a chess-board on hearers, and expending uncultivated oratory to no parwhich an animated game is being played, and is in a pose, year after year will expose his unsympathising state of bewildering confusion. Copy is strewn indiscri- friends to the infliction of long speeches, which the remivately over every part of it; reports of railway and porter is compelled to prune and reduce, so as to bring crinoline accidents, meetings, murders, suicides, ship- them within the pale of grammatical construction. wrecks, battles, banquets, trials, abductions, breach of Then there is the muddy man, whose thoughts are enpromise cases, robberies, assaults, popular lectures, mu- veloped in an impenetrable mass of inappropriate dicsical criticism, reviews of books, meteorological and tion. They have to be interpreted for him, and shorn market returns, letters of indignant citizens, births, of empty rubbish. He is likewise unreasonable and deaths and marriages, are heaped together in one com- unthankful for what is done to enable him to pass mon ruin, forming an indescribable chaos. Were an muster. Unhappily in Ireland there is, in season and uninitiated stranger to enter, when the foreman is out of season, and notwithstanding the fickle character distributing diminutive fragments of manuscript to of our climate, superabundant crops of wild eloquence, the all-absorbing compositors, he would entertain se- in which the tares greatly preponderate. The motto rious doubts as to the possibility of their being Res non verba is reversed Vox et præterea nihil is moulded within a few hours into a paper, wonder- indelibly stamped on the brow of the majority of oar fully free even from errors of punctuation. The fore- public speakers. They never think that rather more man referred to is a strict disciplinarian. Silence is than two hours are spent in transcribing from notes a rigorously enjoined in the ranks over which he presides. speech that would be delivered in from twenty minutes to Though his duties are exceedingly onerous, still he has half an hour. Nearly every person connected with news. an unaccountable desire to meddle with every other papers in these degenerate days of reckless competition, branch of the concern, impressed with the delusion that is more or less, subject to occasional petty annoyances, nothing can go right which he does not overhaul, It which would suffice to sour the happy disposition of Mark is, however, but fair to say, that his sharp eyes occasion- Tapley, who was blessed with the unenviable knack of ally detect serious omissions, and instances of neglect, being jolly under the most depressing circumstances, or which are inseparable from newspaper labour; but which, disturb the equanimity of Job. A reporter especially, if allowed to escape notice, would sorely test the reader's is liable to be transformed into a modern Timon, and patience. He has, of course, a high estimate of his often tempted to use the “spade.” He finds it imposmental qualities, and covets the privilege of altering a sible to please those with whom he comes into profesTimes' article or the Queen's speech. In his judgment sional contact. Indifferent as he is to the religion, politics, the latter is a very inferior composition, and with the or country of the persons with whom he has to deal, be utmost difficulty he restrains himself from adding two acts towards all with the utmost impartiality. A or three touches, so that it may be more in accordance bigotted partizan or unfair "recording angel" is now with his ideas of literary elegance. He abounds in ob- seldom to be met with—he is indeed fortunately a rarı solete precedents, which are quoted whenever he wants to avis in terris. Yet he is ever in danger of giving unincheck what he regards as the ruinous innovations of this tentional offence, if he should exercise a discretion in restless period of the nineteenth century. Despite these separating the grain from the chaff, which in spite of little excusable weaknesses, he is a wonderful man. At the severest analysis, will sometimes inundate his notes, work night and day, lie seems never to seek sleep, and as he discovers to his horror when the small hours ap

proach. Hosts of men are silly enough to think that their effusions should be preserved with as much care, for an admiring posterity, as the soul-stirring eloquence of the orator of ancient Greece. They cannot or will not see why any distinction should be made between Lord Brougham and a green grocer. In their opinion the same stenographic justice should be done to both. But what broad sheet would be tolerated, if the sifting process were to be abolished? If self-styled orators would only keep in view the following aliter reading of the celebrated lines of the Scotch poet:

" () wad some power the giftie gie us,

To see oursels as reporters see us,”

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what benefits would accrue to mankind from a judicious silence ? How much less talking for talk sake? What a relief to judges and jurors from the painful nece

ecessity of listening for hours together to mere word-spinning ? What a saving to the pockets of unfortunate litigants, who are obliged to sit out a protracted trial, conscious that every word spoken in their cause represents so many sterling gold coin of the realm. A concentration of ideas would likewise have the effect of keeping welldisposed congregations awake during the sermon, and might, perhaps, prevent young ladies from knitting at meetings and popular lectures, and attend to what is addressed to them from the platform, either for their instruction or to enlist their sympathies in behalf of the societies they profess to support. With an acquired penetration a reporter can tell in an instant whether a speech bas been committed to memory or spoken extempore, and should he venture to ask for the manuscript, wbich, he feels assured, is cunningly concealed in the gentleman's pocket, the latter smiles at being suspected of such industry, and declares that he had been “quite unexpectedly called on to speak, and was not in the habit of studying his subject." The reporter, of course, does not believe one word of this, and renews his application for the litera scripta. The gentleman cannot withstand the offer of being made to appear at full length in print. He cheerfully promises an effort to transfer his thoughts to paper; and having hastily gone away for that purpose, returns in about forty minutes with a speech which could not have been written by the expertest of penmen in less than from three to four hours !! And what specimens of caligraphy are sometimes handed to him for publicationthey might be aptly compared to a sheet of wbite paper, which had been hurriedly traversed by a couple of vigorous spiders, previously steeped in blacking. If • the Platonic theory, that pleasure is invariably preceded by pain, hold good, what a happy Elysium is in store for the pillars of the public press.

Our present esteemed Viceroy is a finished and classical orator. His beautifully-balanced sentences fall harmoniously on the ear, the matter is just as good as the style, and his speeches are reported con amore, and read with pleasure and advantage. In spite of the unkindly taunts directed against him under the cloak of anonymous writing, he is deservedly popular.

His scholarship is undoubted : his amiability of disposition, courteous demeanour, and genuine desire for the national prosperity and well-being of the country, are assuredly not lost on the impressible, generous, quickwitted, but impulsive people over whom he rules as the representative of a beloved Queen.

does not listen with delight to the more impetuous eloquence of our distinguished countryman, the Right Honorable James Whiteside ? Whether in the law courts, the theatre where he won his first laurels, or in the British senate, he no sooner rises than numbers flock together to hear his brilliant addresses, copiously intermixed with flashes of wit and incomparable sarcasm, his great forte. He, too, has had one or two severe critics who have endeavoured to dimn the lustre of his fame, but, as in the case of the Earl of Carlisle, the shafts aimed with such damaging intent, have had their venom extracted by the unerring vox populi, and fell harmlessly on the contemplated victims. The Lord Justice of Appeal, the Lord Chief Justice of the Queen's Bench, the Master of the Rolls, Chief Justice Monahan, Baron Fitzgerald, Mr. Justice Christian, Mr. Justice Fitzgerald, the present eloquent and kind-hearted Mr. O'Hagan, her Majesty's Attorney-General for Ireland, and the Solicitor-General, Mr. Lawson, are also to be included among the ornaments of the Irish Bench and Bar, of which Ireland is so justly proud, and whose character for learning was tained in bygone times by Curran, Plunket, the Pennefathers, O'Connell, Shiel, O'Loghlen, Burton, Smith, and Joy. Some barristers and clergymen have glaring faults in speaking, which injure the cause of those for whom they respectively plead; the former use unnecessary repetitions, and thereby weaken the effect of the argument, and both are too long-winded. The reports which deluge the papers at anniversary religious meetings corroborate those remarks with regard to the latter.

Were patriots and mioisters of every persuasion to confine themselves to their legitimate calling, and be content to preach peace and good-will towards men, Ireland would progress with still more gigantic strides than those which for the past decade have astonished her best wishers, and continue to puzzle her pretended friends. She is gradually discovering that self-reliance is the only lever by which she can raise herself. In spite of ages of misrule and the hundred obstacles which were thrown in her thorny paths, her sons have ever held a foremost rauk in every post assigned to them. The army recruited in the Emerald Isle a Wellington, a Gough, and others who led ber brave soldiers triumphantly under every clime, and against foes worthy of their steel. The Lawrences were admittedly the saviours of India. And conspicuous amongst the governors of that extensive and densely populous country was the brother of the “ Iron Duke," the Marquis of Wellesley, whose name shines forth in the history of India. The senate has been adorned by the philosophic eloquence and almost prophetic wisdom of Buke. Our not over-partial, self-elected censor, the Times, devoted, not many

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