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" Your husband !” he sneeringly exclaimed. “No! deplorable extremity, was to return to her home. This my good friend, the pseudo-Count de Darkligne will she was enabled to do without much difficulty, through not put my attentions (in his absence in the b)wers of the kind offices of the Danish ambassador and his wife, Madame de Saltierre) to his fair”-he hesitaterl, and who paid the hapless girl every possible attention. Arsaid—“spouse, to the debit sile of my account with rived at home, she uttered no complaint of the hard lot him as an unpardonable outrage. But listen to me, that fate had in store for her. Her brother swore to fair Kristine," he continued, assuming a tone of respect- avenge her wrongs, and she neither encouraged nor ful earnestness, as he mistook her passiveness for en- sought to dissuade him from his purpose. She settled couragement to proceed, “ I am not what you bave down quietly to the household duties she had abandoned known me amongst the motley crew of Harkar's boon in her dream of state and grandeur ; and pined away companions, but one with power and inclination to ele- into the grave in the course of a few short months; to vate the object of my affections to such rank as will which she was shortly followed by her heart-broken render her the envy of the noblest in the land. I love father, who could never forgive himself for having been you, Kristine, and a return of my love will secure you imposed upon by the falsehoods and forgeries of a hearta destiny of glittering brilliancy. You are not," he less villain. went on, seeing her still attentive, and thinking to re- Harkar pursued his naval career with his usual darmove all excuse for compliance with his suit—"you are ing and success, whenever the turmoil of warfare sufnot the wife of the heartless villain who has betrayed fered him to follow his congenial pursuit. His excesses you, no more than he is an object of the king's interest were overlooked in consideration of the serious injury and regard. The king, while using such mercenary his address and intrepidity inflicted upon the foes of renegades, despises them thoroughly, and there is not France. His fast sailing, fear-inspiring prow ploughed amongst the vile class one whom all honourable men more every sea, and his terror-bearing flag seemed to be cordially contemn than Harkar, who has sullied the half ubiquitous from the numerous reports of its appearance lawless flag of a privateer by his excesses and crimes. at different places at the same time; such was the raLeave him, then, as he has left you, for his constancy pidity of the rover's movements. is in keeping with his other qualities, and place yourself A few months after the occurrence just related, the under the protection of a royal son of France, who will Terror was ploughing the green waters of the Atlantic, not betray the precious trust you may repose in his upon her usual mission; and one spring dawn the lookgood faith,”

out announced a sail on the starboard bow, steering Kristrine was calm, but it was the calmness of des- athwart the course of the ship. pair. She was collected, because she was supported in

" What flag ?” this terrible crisis of her existence by the resolution to “Can't make out. Be like neutral. P’rhaps enemy's." prove to the royal profligate before her that not even he The word “enemy's” caught the commander's ear, could make her forget what was now due to herself and and he gave orders to keep as close as possible by the to her family.

strange craft, till the now rapidly increasing light should “Would you protect me, sir ?" she asked with a de- enable them to make out her colours. The lapse of gree of firmness that cost her an effort which few can half an hour satisfied them on this head. The object appreciate.

of their cupidity sailed under a neutral flag, the appear** With all my power, with my very life," replied ance of which was greeted by many a hearty curse from Philippe of Orleans, the future Regent, cagerly.

the Terror's disappointed commander and crew, “Then conduct me to the palace of the Danish am- was fired athwart her bows to bring her to, for the exbassador, and so prove at once the sincerity of your pro- amination of her papers-a process which never failed fessions."

of proving profitable to the examiners, whenever they “To the ambassador!" exclaimed the prince. “Know, had to do with the bearer of a valuable freight. But lady, that I am more powerful to shield you from injury judge of the astonishment and consternation of the legu and insult than the ambassadors of all the crowns in pirates when, as if by the agency of electricity, so rapid Europe put together. Confide in me, and there is not was the action, the neutral flag disappeared, and the on earth the man who will dare disturb you by so much enemy's defiant colours floated proudly in its place on as a look, so long as you remain under my watchful the morning breeze. To this startling mystery was protection. Amongst the ladies of my mother, the superadded the equally significant fact, that the preDuchess of Orleans, you will possess all the comforts of viously harmless-looking sides of the stranger became, a maternal bome; and”

as if by magic, pierced by formidable rows of menacing A cry of anguish from the hapless Kristine cnt him portholes, from which, in the twinkling of an eye, short, and rushing past him, she poured out the crushing bristled a terrible-looking series of heavy guns ! agony of her heart in a copious flood of burning tears, volley of round shot flew on lightning wiogs through in the arms of one of her maids.

the spars and rigging of the Terror; and all this han:The inquiries of the Danish ambassador confirmed pened so rapidly that the daring crew, seldom taken by the truth of the prince's revelations respecting the in- surprise, or unprepared by any event or series of occurfamous character of Harkar. The marriage, of course, rences, were completely taken aback for the moment, was a sham one, and poor Kristine's sole desire, in her and looked at their commander, as if expecting that


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even that lion-hearted chief, who never yet quailed in the mysterious ship, as to share his desire for evading the face of the foe, would issue his orders to strike his the encounter which she so perseveringly sought. flag, and surrender at once without a hopeless resistance.

The War of the Succession could not last for ever no Harkar was thunderstruck, but his babitual self-com- more than any other war, and the seven years' carnage mand did not forsake him for a moment. Who could of that protracted quarrel either exhausted the resources the intrepid foe be that dared to engage him single- of the belligerents, or satisfied them that nothing could handed-him who had never failed to disable and cap- be gained on either side, and that much would be lost ture any three ships of the enemy's fleet? He looked on both by carrying on the struggle any longer. So again at the hostile flag, and for the first time in his they signed a treaty of peace, which put a term to sea-faring career his cheek blanched, for over the well- Harkar’s occupation. But that restless spirit could not known flag of the enemy there waved a sable banner, remain inactive, and an opportunity for employment on which he discovered the arms of Karl Vardar; and occurred very soon. The intrigues of the wily William in the supporters (he had heard that Knute had won of Orange succeeded in forming an anti-Jacobite party knightly rank in his country's service) he could descry in England, whose object was rather to cripple the royal the form and features of a woman betrayed, looking prerogative in the hands of James than to forward the towards the dexter side of the escutcheon at the stal- selfish designs of his dutiful Dutch son-in-law. Be that, wart form of a champion, as if for vengeance upon her however, as it may, William felt himself sufficiently betrayer. The legend, too, ran (for Harkar's excited

strong in forces and in English sympathy to set sail for fancy assisted him to discern everything)—"No rest Torbay in tolerable strength, for the avowed purpose of SAVE IN REVENGE.” Harkar saw at once that this was instituting an inquiry into the legitimacy of the Prince no ordinary foe; that his cause was not a public one; of Wales! He was so solicitous for the honour of Engand that he sought no enemy on the deep but the land as to give ear to the silly and mischievous tales author of his wrongs. He could not for one moment told of the amiable and virtuous Mary of Modena by doubt that Knute, the Dane, commanded the stranger; the foes of that hapless queen.

The result, however, and he felt an instinctive conviction, or presentiment of the investigating expedition, was the flight of the against which he sought to reason in vain, that he was queen first, and then of the king, to France; and the destined to perish by the hand of the injured Dane. permanent installation of William at Whitehall. But For the first time in his life be issued orders to put the Lonis XIV., perhaps more from hatred of William than Terror about and show her retreating stern to a willing love of James, espoused the cause of the latter. He foe! His officers and crew were astounded, but obeyed placed a French army at his service, under the command the more readily that another broadside from the of the daring Count de Lauzun, who had boldly marstranger showed his mettle and his pluck were of the riel, and, by the way, ill-treated, the king's cousin, heaviest calibre. Harkar, by way of excuse for his "the Great Mademoiselle, daughter of France,” and in extraordinary proceeding, blamed his officers for not this army Harkar obtained a command as officer of having been sufhciently prepared for action, which they artillery, a branch of the service for which his experiwere ; but they dared no more question his views than ence qualified him. As our business is with him, and contravene bis orders, and so, availing themselves of not with the fortunes of the unfortunate James (amongst the superior speed of the Terror, they put as much sea- whose misfortunes is the unmerited ivíamy of poltroonway as possible between themselves and the enemy, ery), we need not enter far upon the Irish campaign. without so much as returning by a single gun the gall- Toe hostile armies were drawn up on the banks of the ing broadsides that raked them to the extent of no Boyne, and James was reviewing the positions of his trifling injury, though fortunately for them what damage generals, when, upon approaching a battery, the officer they sustained was not sufficient to diminish the sailing in command of it rode forward to meet the king, and, capacity of their ship.

pointing to a group in the hostile ranks, he said : The Terror continued to ply her mission on the deep, “ If it pleases the king of these realms de jure, I will and with her usual success. She encountered and de- make him in a moment king de facto. One discharge feated every foe but one, and upon that one she invari- of my battery, and yonder group, numbering the usurper, ably turned her helm, though followed and dared by strews the plain with mangled corpses.

Shall I, sire, the strange craft through all seas, and in all seasons. cause the guns to be pointed, and rid you of the foe of Harkar fancied that in the sinister figure in the escut- your dynasty and your life ?" cheon, on the black banner, he saw the living form of James at a blow might have won the day and his the betrayed, the murdered Kristine; and that the diadem, but, more generous than politic, his reply was: blade which the dexter figure waved aloft was the in- “ Scoundrel ! it is not by the murder of my daughstrument of his doom. His success in his encounters ter's husban), and my sister's son, that I would regain with every other foe, his alacrity in engaging them, and my kingdom !” and he rode away to pursue his inspechis desire when one enemy was vanquished to encounter

tion of the tield. another, saved him from losing cast or credit for shun- "Scoundrel!" repeated the officer, as the monarch ning " the Black Flag,” as the stranger was termed by

turned away.

“ Arrant fool of a king !” he continued, his crew; and after a time the hardiest of his band with emphatic irreverence, “ you are unworthy to wear contracted so much of his own superstitious dread of the crown, to regain which for you brave men would

spill their precious blood. William will win the day, and I have seldom been on the losing side."

The battle comwenced, and proceeded with varying fortunes throughout the day ; but it had not lasted long when the keen eye of William observed that one of the French batteries, placed in a position of great advantage, did little or no execution amongst his ranks. His heart bounded with joy after having regarded for some time the play of the gnns at this point; and, turning to one of his generals who rode at his side, he asked liim if he detected nothing unusual in that direction.

“Whoever directs that fire,” said the officer, “is no friend of James; and yet his position is the key of the Jacobite line.”

“Right!” exclaimed William, joyfully," and I have the key in my pocket. Direct your principal efforts towards that point. You will not meet there with serious resistance. Once that position is ours—and it is ours already, through what agency is a mystery to me—the day is won. Give me a good account of the officer in command there. Every liair in his head is worth his weight in gold.”

After the defeat and rout of the united French and Irish forces, William was in his tent when a prisoner, Captain Darkligne of the French artillery, was brought before bim, and without instituting any embarrassing inquiries as to the cause of his conduct, he contented himself with thanking our old friend Harkar for the services he had rendered, and promising that a continuance of his loyalty to the prevailing cause would not be lost upon a grateful sovereign.

And Harkar, or Darkligne, for by that name was he known now, continued to serve the politic Dutchman on every field, till he received, at the siege of Limerick, a severe, almost fatal, wound, which, to his great mortification, incapacitated him from serving any longer ; and he was rewarded by liz ful master with a grant of a large tract of land on the northeru bank of the Shannon, where, in a fine strong castle crected by the disinherited proprietor, Sir Pierre de Durkligne-for amongst his rewards was the honour of knighthoodprepared to pass the remainder of his days.

Meanwhile, the mysterious Danish slip lost sight of the Terror; but the Dane did not abandon bis pursuit of her commander. The report which that person spread in Paris of his intention to saii to the East, when on the eve of joining the expedition to Ireland, had for a time thrown him off the right scent; but he fell upon it again about the period that the capitulation of Limerick put an end to the Williamite wars. He learned that Harkar had joined the force under Lauzun, and he expected that the failing fortunes of James would induce his return to France. So he lingered in the channel or in the capital, for he had heard nothing of Harkar's desertion to William of Orange.

Sir Pierre de Darkligne settled down to the improvement of his fine estate, to which, crippled as he was from his wounds, he devoted his native energy; and his great private wealth enabled him to command means of contributing to the increased value of his acres, which

none of his neighbours possessed. And yet those neighbours did not envy him. They did not cultivate his acquaintance, though they tolerated him—for men of substance are always tolerated, and often courted by the respectable world that affects to despise them. And when his wife and tivo children, son and daughter, arrived at his castle, the neighbouring gentry assembled to welcome them, and enjoy the fetes on the joyous occasion. On the first night of the rejoicings, a small schooner anchored in the roadstead adjoining De Darklignc's estate, and the knight was in such good humour with himself and the world, that he invited the captain to the feast, and requested him, so long as the wiuds remained contrary to prevent his making the port of Limerick, for which he was bound, to make the castle his home, and the captain consented; but at the mid hour of the night the deck of the ship was paced by a stranger, who bore an air of authority, but was not seen at any other time.

And at that hour, when sleep had sealed every

lid uninfluenced by a guilty conscience, tbe figure on the deck saw approaching the mansiun of De Darkligne, a gigantic dark figure, of portentous aspect and female form; and he shuddered, for even in the monster proportions of the shade he thought he could, or did involuntarily, detect a confused resemblance to a form once dear to him. And the mansion seemed lost in the dark shadow, like the sun in a December cload; and the amazed watcher expected to see it wbirled into the air or swallowed iuto the earth, when, as the legend runs, the cock's shrill note announced the advent of day, when nothing of evil could wander abroad, and the shadow vanished. This did not diminish the watcher's amazement, and he said to himself:

" It is the offended shade of my murdered sister, come to reproach me with the tardiness or lukewarmness of my vengeance, or to anticipate my sloth in avenging her murder. But I will await and see further.”

And await he did, to see the same scene repeated night after night; and he fancied that as the figure turned to vanish before the warning of the cock, it bestowed

upon him a glance of reproach. And he communicated what he had scen to the supposed captain of the schoover, who, we may as well tell in this place, was Knute's second in command of the mysterious ship, and had loved Kristine with a silent adoration from bis youth-and the captain said, “Very good," but no more. And on the night following the figure approaclied the castle as before, and the watcher on deck sаv approach the river, in great haste, a man, who flung into the stream something that fluttered as it fell, and shrieked sbrilly as it sank; and the figure put off in a boat, and having reached the schooner, said to the watcher, “Come, the hour of vengeance is at hand;" and at that moment a voice of wierd fierceness cried in their cars, “ IT IS DONE!" and the shadow passed by them with the fury of the whirlwind, and the sound of thunder, and darkened the light of the moon; but for the light of the moon was substituted a blaze of such vivid brilliancy as to illuminate the landscape for miles

around, and the castle of Sir Pierre Darkligne was one mass of living flames !

“Do all perish there ?” asked Knute, in some dismay, for his enmity embraced one only.

“No," replied his friend; "none save the guilty. The children are safe.”

And that stately castle was on the morrow the blackened, charred, shapeless mass that we now behold it. The very bones of Sir Pierre were burned to ashes; and those ashes no future proprietor of the soil has disturbed; and the place is haunted by the troubled ghost of the guilty Dutchman, and those of bis no less guilty associates, who were with him when he perished in the flames, for he had collected around hiin on the occasion as many as possible of his old comrades of the Terror.

Good, ay, and gay,

0! the other young maids Were getting now to say

(And, if you were in their place, You wouldn't do it, pray ?) That, if she couldn't marry,

She should, to make amends, Leave the chance to some who could,

Some among her friends!



Mary's mother died

Afar in the south, Leaving her three roses

Upon her cheeks and mouth, Leaving her, her dark hair,

And kind hazel eye, To console the old man,

That he shouldn't die
Leaving her her sweet voice,

But-leaving none
To whom to tell her sorrows

When she was gone.
The old man she tended,

Careful and kind,
But all her little heart-breaks

Kept in her mind.



What can a maiden say

With two lovers true ? If she marry one of them

She leaveth one to rue ; If she marry neither

'Twould be twice as bad, Neither will have merriment,

And three may be sad ! 0! what can a maiden do

With love in her breast, When, of her two lovers,

She loves neither best ; When of her two lovers

She loves both the same ? And if they make it hard to choose,

She is not to blame !

IV. Woodbine is beautiful

And safe on the spray; If the bough be broken down,

In erery breath 'twill sway; If the bough be broken

"Tis no less as fair, But beware the tempest-time

And storm-gusts of air.
And so, little Mary’s grief

It darkened her brain,
Until she sought a spae-wife,

Some answer to gain ;
She went to seek a spae-wife,

But found a Holy Well,
And lifting up her heart to God

Behold what befell!


This and this–0! this was your ill,

Fairy Mary Barry,
Rose of Moville !

couldn't marry, That you mightn't bide,

That you shouldn't tarry Lone by the tide

For the other young maids,


* Moville is a pretty village of Innishowen, on the west shore of Lough Foyle. At the narrow entrance to this grand Lough is a sand-bar, where great billows (in Irish, Tonn, or as they are called now, The Tonns,) rush and burst even in calm days, when they presage a storm. There Manannan Mac Lir, the Celtic Ocean-god lies buried, and thence his spirit sallies at intervals. There, too, have happened many wrecks. The roar of The Tonns is heard several miles off. They form one of the famous " Three Waves of Erinn”- The Wave of the orth (in this place), the Wave of Rury (in Dundrum Bay), and the Wave of Cliona (off Cape Clear); whenever Cuchulain smote his shield, The Three Waves lifted up their voices and answered.


There and there-0! there while you pray,

Softly come your lovers Watching your way;

Softly come your two loves, And start back in hate,

Speaking no menace And uttering no threat ;

Uttering no word, but Looking a look,

That challenged, so angrily, To turn from that nook

Before turning from you, One glance they took,



Then near came their angels,

Nearer and more nigh, And the frozen waters of their hearts

Troubled to a sigh !


How could they sadden her,

Their sweet Mary thereThink or plan a bitter strife

While she knelt in prayer ? So, when she, all startled

At the sigh, arose, Snowy pale, and blushing red

Like a mountain rose, 0, one he stepped near to her

And lovingly he spake :“ Mary, and 0 Mary!

I fear, for our sake This sorrow that grieves you

Will end not, my heart ! Alas, until we do decide

For some time to part.

Days wander slowly by,

The year's nearly past,
Hark! upon the morrow morn

The vow ends at last!
Fisher of Greencastle

In wild unrest, is he : “Hasten, haste, O morrow morn !

O, haste quick to me, I'll need to row, to-morrow morn,

Right hard to reach Moville.” For still the Tonns grew louder,

And night the blacker still, 'Till sudden, from its bosom

Leapt the lightning red, And thunder after thunder shock

Shook the sky o'erhead.



“ Outward, to-morrow morn,

A ship leaves the bay, I will sail the ocean wide

A year and a day;
When the time is over

I'll come back to you,
Seeking who has constant been,

And who has proved untrue.”
O, then came his rival,

And clasping his hand :“I'll keep good faith to her and you,

Tho' I can't leave Ireland; Full many miles we'll sail down,

I and my mother ill, And from Greencastle shore till then

Shall never see Moville !"

“ God! guard the wanderers

Who sail on the deep," Prayed the thankful fisherman,

Amid his broken sleep. Strange, as night wore onward,

More strange each thunder shock, Sudden leapt the fisher up,

And climbed high a rock: “A flash, so low ? Great heavens,

No lightning that can be, Hark, that sound; ah, sorrow,

The minute gun at sea !"
Then, with desp’rate courage,

He fired his cottage white,
And in his sturdy boat sailed out,

Far into the night.


Then and then they all bade adieu,

Mary and her lovers,
Noble and true,

Mary and her lovers,
A word she couldn't speak,

But thro’ her tears, tenderly
Kissed them, brow and cheek.

She unto the old man, They unto the sea,

With one long look behind them Parted The Three.

And when his mother died there Who nursed him on her knee, Who willingly sailed with him

Although she was so ill, Strangers bore the dear load home,

He wouldn't see Moville !

Out and out-0 out on the sea,

Lifted, lowered, dashing,
Steadfast went he,

Lighted by the flashing From his cot of flame,

'Till unto the dark ship, Wary he came

Ho, there's gold in plenty Tossed on the deck !

Captain and sailors Have fled from the wreck;

And now for his cottage burnt How little need he reck ?

Gay, turning with treasure, Then—to hear a moan!

No wonder that a bitter thought Smote him to the bone.


Who lyeth by the mast,

Now, who lyeth there, Wounded, feeble, faint, and bronzed

With forehead only fair ?

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