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of soon effacing the disgrace-if dis- sun's disk before the freshening breeze, grace there be in suffering defeat, vast massive shadows would sail across when doing all that merits victory—of the bosom of the deep, leaving it now the Boyne Water, and their subsequent all glittering in life and lustre, now disasters; and the vision of replacing on veiling it in sullen gloom. A gayer the throne of his dominions, the king spectacle can hardly be imagined, than whom they loved so devotedly, al was afforded by the lovely view—the though with so small cause for their little town of La Hogue lying among undeviating loyalty, possessed the the black rocks on the left, with its hearts of those brave men; and keen fishing boats and crowded quays, and was the anxiety with which they commodious haven; a few small barks watched the ocean, whereon the hos- dancing out merrily from the harbor's tile fleets were soon expected to mouth toward the advancing fleet; and encounter.

all the foreground of the scene brilThe gallant Tourville had set sail, liant with the gay uniforms and dazsome time before, with sixty-three zling armor of the assembled soldiery. ships of the line, hoisting his own flag It was not long before a dull and in the Rising Sun, a first-rate, of heavy roar might be heard far to a hundred and four cannon; while seaward, increasing constantly as the Russel, the brave English admiral, was breeze freshened, and making itself to known to be at sea, with the intent of be recognized clearly as the voice of joining the Dutch squadrons under ordnance. Anon the ships, which had Allemonde, Callemberg, and Vander- been seen at first but indistinctly in the goes; so that the Irish were with good remote offing, loomed up one after cause hourly expecting to receive the another, till by the aid of glasses above news of a general engagement. Here, a hundred sail could be distinguished then, the brothers were all in arms at one moment, though at the next together; all resolutely set on achiev- they would be lost to sight, enveloped ing honor, although but one was sit- in the dense wreaths of the mighty uated so as to have cause for hoping cannonade. Louder and louder grew an immediate opportunity of displaying the voice of battle, and nigher drew the wild valor of his race-and this the combatants, and fiercer and more one, Ulick, who with a strong detach- fiery waxed the impatient spirits of the ment of musqueteers of the marine, brave spectators. The morning passed, had been embarked on board the flag- and noon was on the waters; and, ship of the admiral. Such was the faster yet and faster pealed the incesstate of things, when on a glorious day, sant din across the shuddering billows in the latter part of May, a rumor -and now so near had drawn the reached the camp that many sails were ships, that their distinctive colors might in sight in the offing; and, as it may be made out at their mast-heads. be readily believed, there needed not à Alas, for the brave lookers on! for repetition of this long-wished intelli- soon it became but too evident that the gence to send every soul, private or French fleet was in full flight, before officer, of the Irish host, hurrying down the combined Dutch and English squadlike madmen to the rocky shore of the rons. By three of the clock, they had deep bay, which at this point indents distinguished the great flag-ship of the the coast of Normandy. It was a Count de Tourville, with all her topglorious day, as bright as a clear at- masts shot away, drifting in bodily mosphere and blazing sun could make toward Cherbourg, and quite upman. it; the sea was ruffled into a thousand ageable; though she was fighting still sparkling waves, that tossed their foam- with desperate resolution, and vomiting capt crests to meet the glorious sun- forth broadside after broadside against shine; and the long line of triple Sir Ralph Delaval's division, which breakers came dashing in upon the crowded all sail in pursuing the French white and dazzling sands, with a glad admiral, who was in company with roar that echoed like a giant's laughter the Conquérant of eighty guns, and among the caverned rocks that line that another first-rate. Scarce had the Irish iron coast. A thousand sea-birds were made out this, before a large division abroad and on the wing, fanning the of store-ships and transports laden with light air with their snowy pinions; and ammunition ran in, and dropped their as the fleecy clouds swept over the anchors just off the haven of La Hogue,

eighteen sail of the line covering their decks at every fresh discharge; and retreat, and keeping up a running fight now she struck, stern foremost, on the against Sir George Rooke's division. sands, swung round, thumped heavily Just at this moment, when the total upon the ground, and rolling over on defeat of the French navy appeared to her beam ends, lay with her deck to be inevitable, two officers were stand- seaward, a mere wreck at the mercy ing at some distance to the westward of the waves. The moment they perof the town of La Hogue, nearer to ceived this, all the English ships hove Cherbourg, watching the incidents of to, and hoisting out their boats, manned that disastrous day with the most them, and sent them off for the diseager scrutiny. One was a tall and masted admiral. “Spur! spur!” cried powerful man, splendidly equipped as Gerald, “spur for your lives!” and a major of the Guards, the other an with the words, he wheeled his horse; ensign in the same honorable corps. and dashing down a deep cleft or gully

“ Fate goes against us, Spencer,” in the rocks, reached the smooth beach said the elder officer, who was no at the base of the cliffs, just as the other than Gerald Desmond—“ Fate English boats boarded the helpless goes against us. Here is the whole wreck. For a few moments the crew fleet crushed, and all our hopes of fought desperately hand to hand with carrying the war into Ireland blighted the boarders; but seeing that po good for this year. And see! there goes the was to be derived from further des. Rising Sun, dismantled and half-beaten, peration, the officers drew off their with our poor Ulick on board of her! men, who were seen leaping into the Take my horse, Spencer, and ride waves and struggling as best they up to the General-yonder he stands might toward the shore, among the with his staff about him—and ask English boats, which had pulled in leave, in my name, for yourself and me between the stranded vessel and the to ride toward Cherbourg, and see what beach, and were now making terrible comes of it. I will go after our men havoc with the fugitives. and fresh horses."

The ship was now completely in The young man galloped off, and the possession of the enemy, who were ere he had returned with the permis- already setting it on fire in many places, sion, which was readily accorded, except that a small knot of musqueGerald had collected four or five of his teers were still drawn up about the attendants, well armed and mounted, flag-staff on the poop, and were mainand was awaiting him with two fresh taining a vigorous fire of small arms chargers ready saddled. Mounting at on the English sailors. Charge after once, they galloped, at the top of their charge was made against that daunt, speed, along the summit of the huge less handful; and thinned, divided, and black rocks toward Cherbourg, the surrounded, they were fast falling whole of the sad spectacle spreading before their enemies, when a young out more and more distinct and map- officer, bare-headed, but magnificently like before their eyes, as they turned dressed in the uniform of the French the point of Cape la Hogue, and could Marine, darted out from among them, descry that narrow dangerous strait, and severing the ensign from the staff, known as the Race of Alderney, with the wrapped it about his body like a scarf, main body of the French fleet steer- and cut his way desperately through ing with all sail set among its perilous the English sailors who opposed him, reefs and shoals, so as to escape the close toward the gangway. The eyes of pursuit of Sir John Ashby, and the Gerald and his brother were rivetted Dutch squadron of Allemonde. And upon the daring soldier-rivetted, oh! now the Rising Sun was fairly with what keen and agonizing interest abreast of them, drifting in with the —for both had recognized the form of tide of flood, all her masts having by Ulick Desmond. They saw him, this time been shot away sheer to the hacked with a dozen wounds, weak, deck, at about a mile's distance from tottering, and faint, yet make his way the coast. She came in, broadside on, through the dense throng, and plunge still desperately fighting against three into the water. Reviving from his large English ships which under full momentary faintness, he struck out sail hovered round her, raking her for the shore, and would assuredly have constantly, and fairly sweeping her reached it, but that the English, furious

at the loss of the ensign, hailed some the flames that were devouring the of their boat crews and pointed out the proud ship, and tearing the ensign from swimmer. A furious struggle followed, his breast, and waving it triumphantly and just as the young man had arrived aloft — “ France! France ! et la within ten yards, at furthest, of the gloire !” he shouted. “God save shore, he was pierced by a thrust from King James - Huzza! huzza for a boat-hook; and they were hauling Ireland !". Not a man there but joined him into the launch with that mur. in that wild shout of mingled triumph derous implement, when, with a wild and defiance. “France, France, and shout, Gerald Desmond plunged his Ireland! Huzza !" the mighty shout spurs in the flanks of his charger, and pealed far to seaward; and the blunt followed by his brother and his train, English sailors, touched by the daring dashed_headlong into the foamy bil. gallanıry of the bold action, tossed lows. Fiercely ihe noble horses sirove their oars up, and answered the wild through the roaring surf—the long acclamation of their national heredi. straight broadswords of the riders were tary foemen by a loud, spontaneous flashing in a moment among the pikes burst of regular cheering. The brief and cutlasses of the boat's crew; pis- fire waned in the eyes of the Irish tol shots rang, and bullets wbizzed in stripling-his haughty gesture ceasedthe melée, but in less than ten minutes his proud arm sank-he was deadthe gallant boy was rescued by his dead in that moment of sad triumph! brother's hand, and borne in safety to They raised him from the sands; they the shore.

hore' him, with that ensign for his pall, “ Is it safe-is it safe, Gerald ?” he and captains of the fleet for his bearers, asked wildly, as he recovered his senses, and the brave admiral for mourner, to lying with his head on hisbrother's knee, the old church at Cherbourg, and -and, as he spoke, he strove to clear there they laid him in his glory, far away the hair matted and clogged with from his native land and on a foreign gore from his dim eyes, and grappled shore; and the proud standard which with his other hand at his breast in he rescued, still waves above his tomb, search of the colors.

and there still may be read, the brief, “It is—it is safe-Ulick," exclaimed bold epitaph: Gerald, “gallantly, nobly saved !-- but you, my glorious boy-my gallant “True until death, Ulick =

“ Have done my duty,” answered Not a word beyond this is there rethe noble youth, “ have done my duty corded; but still tradition has preserved living—and die as becomes a Des. the most minute particulars of that mond!”

grand exploit; and the rude fishermen “No! no! it must not be," exclaimed still point to the spot where the young the elder, with a frantic gesture, “you gallant stranger died, prodigal of life shall not die, my brother! Oh, Heav. for France's glory! en! that there were but a surgeon." A darker cloud, yet darker than

“Not all the surgeons in the world before, was on the life of Gerald Des. could save me--por would I wish it-- mond. But one was now left to him, Gerald—but help me, help me to stand but one of that fair brotherhood that up. I would die standing."

sported erst so joyously together on the And, with the words, he struggled to green hills of Connaught; and in that his feet, and by the aid of his brothers one it now seemed that the whole life stood up erect and stately, looking to- and soul of Gerald was wrapped up. ward the vessel, which was now wrapt No father ever toiled for a loved child, in one sheet of devouring flame, and no lover for an idolized mistress, as he the boats of the English squadron, did for that youngest orphan. Side by which were collecting in a cluster to side, at the feast, in the fight, in the pull out to their vessels. Meantime same tent, at the same board, in the the French sailors who had escaped same company upon the battle plain, from the wreck, with many of the those gallant brothers lived. Yet still officers and the Count de Jourville would Gerald say, as the deep shadow himself, had collected round the dying crossed his brow, " Fate! it is fate that youth; but he saw none of them, nor we shall die asunder!" Years passed, heeded ;-he fixed his glazing eyes upon long years, and they waxed full of scars

and glory. In every battle that was Duke of Cumberland, who had assumed fought in those days of continual war- the chief command of the allied army fare, the Irish Guards were foremost; at Soignies with the Count Konigoll and foremost of the Guards were those and the Prince of Waldeck, resolved bold Desinonds. It boots not to record to march, although inferior far in the several actions; for every year strength, to the relief of Tournay.. On had its campaign, every campaign its the iwenty-eighth day of April he series of desperate battles; Steen kirke, took post at Maulbre in sight of the and Larden, and the sieges of Namur French army, which was encamped had, each and all, afforded opportuni- on an eminence extending from the ties to those brave men 10 gain fresh village of Antoine to a large wood laurels. William the Third was dead, beyond Vezon, having Fontenoy in its and Anne of Denmark had succeeded front. Two days were also consumed the usurper, and a new star appeared in skirmishing, and affairs of ouiposts, upon the military horizon-the great but on the morning of the thirtieth Marlborough; and Hochstaelt, Oude a furious cannonade commenced a narde, and Malplaquet, and Blenheim, general action. The British infantry. showed that the game of war was ever in force, with the household brigade of changesul, and that blind fortune is still the footguards at their head, rushed fickle, even to mightiest monarchs; yet resolutely in upon Fontenoy, and drove still the Desmonds bore, as would the French foot back beyond their batseem, charmed lives, while all their teries, of which they actually gained comrades fell around them. The hap- possession for a few moments; but less James himself had died in exile, being unsupported by their own horse and his son was proclaimed King of on both flanks, and being at the same England at St. Germain's, and recog. time threatened by the French cavalry, nized for such at Versailles. Anne they fell back regularly, although under passed away; and the first king of the a iremendous fire of artillery which house of Brunswick sat on the throne did prodigious execution. It was not of England; yet still the fourteenth long, however, before those gallant Louis upheld the exiled Stuarts, and forces were rallied, and relurned to the still among the firmnest of the adherents shock with redoubled ardor; and now of that noble house were the two Irish the French Guards were advanced to brothers. In the unfortunate and ill- meet the shock of their rivals. It was concerted rising of Fifteen, both were an awful, yet at the same time a spiritengaged, having accompanied the Pre- stirring sight, to see those two superb tender to Peterhead, served through brigades, the body guards of the iwo the whole of that brief and disastrous rival kings of one fair island, drawn campaign, and finally made good their up in deadly opposition; the self-same escape with him from the wild shores uniforms of scarlet with the same of Badenoch. Years passed-long royal facings, their very buttons and years; and Gerald Desmond, now a embroidery of the same fashion, their grey-headed veteran, covered with plumes and standards, sashes and scars and orders, commanded as lieu- swords and gorgeis-all, in their most tenant-colonel the second regiment of minute details, the very same; yet the French Guard; his brother Spencer, ranged with level arms, in hostile a weather-beaten soldier likewise, armies; natives of the same kingdom, serving immediately below him as a with the same glorious banner, the senior major in the sanie battalion- red cross of St. George, floating above and it was war-still war! A second their heads, yet armed against each George was on the throne of England; other-armed and determined ! Yet was and still the Stuarts maintained their there no blind rage, no fierce fanaticism claims with stubborn resolution, and among the high-bred gentlernen who still the king of France supported them. led those choice brigades. The glii.

Flanders, unhappy Flanders, was tering battalions of ihe French Guard still, as ever, the batile ground of na were drawn up in magnificent array tions. Bent on its conquest, the French along the crest of a low hill, the king had there assembled a prodigious officers standing a little way in front of army under the famous Marshal Saxe, the several lines, while up the gentle and had invested the strong town of slope their English rivals were advancTournay cn the last day of April. The ing with a determined front in slow

and regular order. And then a circum- poured in their answering volley with stance occurred, more wildly and ierrible, although by no means equal romantically singular than the most execution, for the smoke hindered fanciful conception of the poet; so them from taking aim so surely; and singular, indeed, that history scarce then fixing their bayonets, with the dares record it. For, when the two wild thrilling yell of Ireland, and the brigades were within thirty paces, deep charging shout of England, they the muskets on both sides already dashed to the encounter. Four bullets levelled, but not a shot having as yet of that fatal volley had pierced the been interchanged--when they were noble form of Spencer Desmond, so close that every man could see the though, strange to say, Gerald, who face and read the features of every in- stood in front, more exposed even than dividual antagonist, features wherein his brother, escaped unharmed from they could detect no sign of wavering that tremendous hail-storm. Without or trepidation, the officers of the a groan or cry, he sprang three feet French Guard, Count d'Auteroche and into the air, and fell, dead as a stone, Gerald Desmond, commanding the at the feei of his brother. Terrific battalions, stepped forward and saluted was the cry that rang from the pale the colors of their enemies. Instantly, lips of that grey-headed veteran, “Re. at a word, the British brigade halted; venge! Revenge Desmond and Ireland ! and Lord John Hay, who led them, Revenge!" and with the levelled steel, and all his officers, took off their he and his fiery followers poured, like plumed hats and bowed low to their the torrents of their native hills, upon chivalric foemen ; and then, recover the stubborn foe. Tremendous was ing their arms, slowly advanced to the the havoc, but in vain! Both those onset. They were not twenty yards brigades of Guards did well sustain apart, when Lord John Hay cried out their honor. Not a man turned on his in a clear, trumpet-like voice, “Gen- heel 10 save his life; not a rank was tlemen of the French Guard, we await broken; not a line wavered; not a your fire !" But the Count d'Auteroche drum nor a stand of colors on either replied, “Gentlemen of the English side was taken. Each man fell in his Guard, the French Guard never give, place where shot or bayonet found but receive the first fire!" Then those him. Four several times they paused punctilious foes addressed themselves for breath, and dressed and re-organto act in earnest. The officers at that ized their shattered companies; and time bore long canes, and the French four times they renewed the terrible Guard might see them, with these and encounter. The sword of Gerald their spontoons, ranging the firelocks Desmond was wet from point to hilt of their men to a lower and more with the blood of the noblest of the deadly level, and hear the stern deep foe; none could withstand the concenorders, “Steady, men, steady. Aim trated fury of his opset, no skill could low! Present!". They heard, and parry his impetuous thrusts, no waited that deliberate volley with strength ward off his downright blows. their own muskets levelled, and every His tongue, indeed, clave to his jaws, eye glaring along the polished barrel and his arm was literally weary with to single out its victim; but not one havoc; when, finding that the Dutch private soldier so much as thought of and Hanoverian horse would not sus. anticipating that decisive shot. “Fire!" tain the British, unwillingly the Duke and one quick simultaneous flash burst of Cumberland gave orders to retreat, from above three thousand muskets, leaving twelve thousand men upon the and the sharp roar of the platoon came field, but drawing off his army in good singly as if from one gun. Fatal, most order, and though he lost the battle, fatal, was that slaughtering volley! losing no honor on the dread day of Above one-third of the whole force of Fontenoy. the French Guard, with far more than And Spencer, too, was dead,the same proportion of the officers, dead in the arms of victory; and dropped in the places where they Gerald was, as he had ever prophe. stood, either slain outright or disabled; sied, alone,-alone, the last of his but the well disciplined and gallant race, in that broad barren wilderness, Irish, of whom the ranks consisted, the world! Where shall he find a closed up over the dead and dying, grave ? Spencer lay where he fell;

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