Luttrell Of Arran

known," so there stood on the borders of a solitary lake in Donegal-Lough Anare-a small thatched house, over whose door an inscription announced "Entertainment for Man and Beas

covered with an oak scrub-last remnants of primeval forests-succeeded each other apparently without end. A miserable shealing, usually padlocked on the outside, was all that betokened habitation, and a living being was rarely met with. It is true there was scenery which for grandeur and beauty might have vied with the most vaunted

of Mac-na-Morroch, Knochlifty, Eilmacooran, and Denyvaragh; in all, nigh fifty thousand acres of mountain, bog, callow, and lake, whose great capabilities, whether for sheep-farming, fishing, for the quarries of marble, or the immense mineral resources, were vouched for by a roll of scientific names, whose very titular letters enforced conviction. If the pen of an imaginative writer might have been employed in depicting

in the course of his defence launched forth into a severe and insulting castigation of his party, who, after using up his youth and manhood in their cause, left him, when old and broken and dispirited, to the merciless cruelty of his enemies. He read aloud in open court the names of the powerful and wealthy men who at first stood by him, and then, with a shameless insolence, contrasted them with the ignoble friends who remained to him. He recited the proud sums once contributed, and, amidst the laughter of the court, ridiculed the beggarly half-crowns that now represented Irish patriotism. The verdict was against him, and once more was he sent back to Kilmainham, to serve out a two years' sentence, this time unalienated by the sympathy of any friends, or the kind wishes of any partisans. His sentence completed, he made two to three efforts to reinstate himself in public esteem; he established an eating-house called "The Rebel's Home," he instituted an evening pap

on a fine autumn morning, lazily gazing down the valley, where at a great distance off he could detect a small speck upon the road, intimating that rarest of all events, the approach of a jaunting-car. He threw his glance upwards to

ged to continue their journey on foot. Whether from the apathy of hope deferred, or calculating on the delay that must thus intervene, Mr. O'Rorke saw two persons descend from the car, and, each taking his carp

ies. A certain amount of peril attended both pursuits. The people were a wild, semi-civilised set, who saw with jealousy a stranger amongst them, and certain hints, palpable enough not to be mistaken, intimated to

fishing-tackle-as little had they of missionaries in their asp

first who came forward, who was o

name is

n, I take it?" asked Gren

e s

angers, my friend, or is your present ma

a couple of rooms?" broke in Vyner, hastily

for you or not; such as they are, you can

ng, what can

hen there's the season for the

it spirit, isn't i

f his own produce for his own use; just as illi

ll, with a sneering laugh. "I half suspec

here today," said he, with an energy greater than he had

either he nor I ever saw

maybe the time isn't far off when you'll see

any towers for it to wave ov

plains and valleys, that supported a race braver and better than the crafty Saxons that overcame them; ther

more than the Church

en or ten thousand. He is your St

nd and I never came here to discuss questions of politics or polemics. And now

eady by three," sa

from within, "but miserably poor. The fellow seems to have expended

d Vyner; "but let us avoid discussion

, "and I intend to post myself up, as the Yankees

re, that sheet of

said

he remains of seven churches,

aps?" asked O'Rorke, with a

her have a bathe, if I co

along that side, and deep water close to the edg

, you'll not come? You'll lie down on the sw

eep do duty for books or new

a book?" as

hings. What ca

ss, O'Callaghan's "Celts and Saxons," and the Milesian Magazine, profusely illustrated with wood

, where a celebrated drummer named Hempenstall, a man of gigantic stature, was represented in the act of hanging another o

fell, too, appeared to have had enough of his patriotic host, for he stretched himself out on the g

's entertainment, but he started with astonishment as he ente

e on her shoulders, and her cheeks flushed with exercise, looked even handsomer than when first we saw her in th

ng locks back from her forehead, "for he had to stay a day at Murran

nd relation, Kitty?" said he, pointin

, proudly; "they said at the funera

at's all; it wouldn't bring forty sh

id she, boldly; "but it's just like yo

ven't their fortune," said he, with a

nd came down where the waterfall comes in winter

ight have brok

fe enough," sai

ur feet if you couldn't you

and maybe they'd both bring me farthe

blood; and there never was one of yo

she, with a quivering lip, for though quick at

e carrots, and, when you've d

t a word, seeming well

oney behind her?" as

, n

reat you?-was he

ver sa

was that? Sure he

as pork and potatoes, and roast hens and ducks, and eggs

o say that you were welcome, to wish you

n't k

randfather

er, but her face

that it was all over between him and you, and that

he hot and burning cheeks of t

what I knew him once, or he wouldn't have borne it

and forks, and spoons and plates, that would fill two dressers as big as that. And thi

e Rocky Mountains, where they buy all that they have in the world for an old bra

e knife, and stamping her bare foot with anger. "'Tis never a good word for man

a nice one," said he,

one day," said she, and her large blue eyes di

nd she took the vessel, and tripped as lightly on the errand as