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and we had ample room and verge enough to become very intimate with our fair guests; for, as we see in animal nature, how a storm on a hillside or meadow will collect all the sheep closely together, and drive them under the lee of some rock or wall for shelter; so a rainy week in a remote country-house draws the occupants of said mansion closely together, and, in the dearth of out of door occupation, compels them to lean much one on the other, like the huddled sheep in the aforesaid pastoral simile, for supplies and resources of mutual entertainment. And thus it is, that I believe that Eros and his followers Hymen are especially busy on such occasions, when young people are there, so that I think a noble poet, when he enumerates the causes which induce love, and " remove antipathies;" as

"Accident, blind contact, or the strong Necessity of loving,"

might have added in a prosaic note— the subject being too homely for verse a week's rain in an old lonely house."

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Gilbert, as I said, was staying with us, and seemed greatly to admire both ladies. A curious circumstance took place during this dispensation of rain which illustrated a point in the character of my cousin, and of Mrs. Cardonald, the elder of our gentle guests.

My uncle and I were sitting writing in the large library, when we heard the voice of Mr. Kildoon pitched in rather a pompous key, holding forth to some one in the corridor, and as the door was wide open we were sensible of the following dialogue

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doon, or, as I find it in Vallancey and O'Halloran, and other great authorities Kildonnagh --Killi-nadoon---or Kil-na-doon, for the word is spelt all three several ways-signifies the Church of the Fort,' expressive either of the high locality my family occupied, or the martial and clerical professions they filled in the ecclesiastical or military establishment of the day; or, as we say in modern language, the 'church and the army.' The Kildoons are the elder branch of the O'Dondeys, and the O'Mac Philbens, whose vast property lay in the two baronies of* Calrigiamuighemurisk, in Amalgaid, and Con-macni Quiltola; and so I assure you, Mrs. Cardonald, I am not a little proud of my old Irish blood."

It is impossible to express the droll look which beamed over my uncle's face on hearing this harangue; the next moment he advanced to shut the door, saying, "Walter, we must listen no more, lest Gilbert should commence to slander the Nugents; and we should verify the proverb by hearing no good of ourselves." But the descendant of the O'Dondeys,or the O'Donkeys as poor Montfort would infallibly have styled them, had he been here had retired, having soon shot his bolt," as saith another proverb.

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"I know not whether to be more amused or amazed," said the General, "with Gilbert. I knew he was proud, but I did not give him credit for all this folly; and how could he venture to pour such a farrago of audacious nonsense into the ear of that poor lady. Yet, positively, both she and her daughter seem to admire Gilbert greatly. Strange that one so shrewd on matters of business as he is, should be so silly on this matter of mere romance; and that one who is so intelligent on the common things of life, should have uttered such a compound of ignorance and conceit as his speech conveyed, I cannot comprehend, unless he has some purpose in view. I should have brought him up less for a clerk, and more for a gentleman, and educated him more

Mrs. Cardonald.-"Most interesting indeed, Mr. Kildoon; quite literary, as one may say, and so delightfully

national."

Gilbert.-"Yes, Mrs. Cardonald, the name is good. It is pure Celtican old time-honoured name; and I assure you of a far more remote origin than my maternal name of Nugent, which is only Norman, and of comparatively recent origin. Kil

The curious reader may find all these names given in "John Speed's Theatre of the Empire of Great Britain," published 1596. Speed was originally a tailor, which may partly account for his stitching together such appalling polysyllables as the above. He is mentioned among "Fuller's Worthies" in Cheshire.

liberally. There is nothing like the of Galway. A dilapidated gateCollege and the classics, after all, for house stood at the top of the field, giving a man nice tastes, and enlarg- which looked as if it had sustained ing the mind,” continued the old man, a heavy Chancery suit; yet decidedhalf soliloquizing; “I remember now ly of a hospitable character, inasmuch that he has been rummaging among as the winds and weather had free my old Irish histories for the last ingress by door and window, and no month, from which he has picked up nian dwelt there to forbid the intruthis wild family lore, which, I dare siun. This, with an unsuccessful atsay, is as great a myth as the Golden tempt at an orchard on the right, and Fleece; and has gotten off by rote an unwalled garden, with a broken these baronies with the unpronounc- hedge, on the left, formed the frontisable names, which are enough to choke piece of the Castle. Behind was a a Russian schoolmaster, or dislocate long row of substantial thatched ofthe jaw of a Chinese. I am glad, fices ; for the Captain, though he 1:owever, that he is so well satisfied had never read Virgil, was a keen adwith his own name, and has thus con- mirer of practical Bucolics, and firmed my judgment in refusing to Georgies also, and had some good give him mine."

farms about three miles from his reAs my uncle spoke, I called to mind sidence. These buildings stood in a what Montfort had often said, that wild, littered farm-yard, which had my cousin had two ruling passions, been unswept for years, and unpaved and both in an intense degree-and for centuries. Here were armies of these were Avarice and Vanity, lurk- turkeys, battalions of ducks, and coing in all their violence beneath that horts of countless cocks and hens; sleek demeanour; as we may suppose the yard was flanked by a gigantic the fiercest workings of the volcano to turf-rick, so high that the Titans be pent up beneath the very spot might have piled it to scale the heawhere the mountain shows smoothest vens; and so large, that the Cyclops and looks most verdant. And thus I might have used it to feed their fires. saw how possible it was, in this strange Opposite to this Olympus of turf anomaly of our common nature, for smoked an immense Hat manure strong qualities of reason to lodge in heap; while in the centre slumbered the one mind together with passions an old green horsepond, where wrigso contemptible as Vanity, and so ir- gled comely eels in the verdant rational as Avarice.

mud,” and where whole fleets of As I descended the stair-case, I ducklings were launched each prolific saw Gilbert faisant ses adieuc at the month by their adventurous parents. hall-door to the two ladies. He was And concerning which pond, the going into Galway for a week or two, owner was reported to have saidto visit a friend of his, a Captain when exhorted by a meddling neighO'Skerret, of Castle O'Skerret. I bour to fill it up because of its unalways make it a point to give the wholesomeness--that “ he could not full name, for reasons prudential and spare it, because it was convaynient pacific, inasmuch as I had heard that for the fowl.". the said Captain had called a gentle- These particulars, all taken togeman out, and “ took him over the ther, composed the demesne of Dowhip,” for presuming to abbreviate ell O'Skerrett, Esq., of Castle O'Skerhim in his territorial titles. Yet was rett, late Lieutenant in his Majesthe Castle a mere stone bawn, or ty's 62nd Regiment, or the gallant square tower, built of unhewn mason- Springers," and Captain par courry, standing in a flat field, or lawn, tesie among friends, retainers, and par excellence, on which thistles admirers, with a continuation of the sprouted luxuriantly, and donkies title, no man forbidding, in secula sebrowzed luxuriously, and where culorum. geese wandered pompously, cackling With this Tanist, Gilbert had some inelodiously. Around the lawn was way fraternised. The principles of a wilderness of stone, whole acres of mutual affinity being undiscovered, arocky superficies, with scanty patches or at least not yellowing to the surof earth and herbage peeping out at face of observation; and thither now long intervals-a veritable Arabia he was about to depart in a new fine Petræa translocated to the wilds gig, and in nasty foul weather ; $0, with a valedictory wish that he might cold and cutting teeth of a wetting escape upset from the one and ague south wind drizzle. from the other, I saw the descendant And without seeking to analyze my of the O'Mac Philbens and the O'Don- feelings, I certainly turned in again deys bowl slowly away from our to the drawing-room, with a lighter door, his wheels sinking in the satu- bosom than if I had been welcoming rated gravel, and his strong, mare the coming, in place of speeding the tugging stiffly at the collar, in the parting, guest.

CHAPTER VI.

THE DARRAGH AND ITS GUESTS.

When the western waves like warriours come,

'Gainst the pierced and princely rocks of Clare ; Where the heath-crowned cliffs stand based in foam,

My steps have wandered there,

And heard from out a hundred caves,

Where the tides were running fierce and free,
The thunder claps of thy green waves -
Oh, Irish Sea !

An fairrge na H'Erin, or, The Sea of Ireland.

The good weather seemed to have cotton stockings, once white, but only waited until my cousin's de- now yellow with use, and age, and parture to revisit us again, for next ignorance of the laundry. A pair of morning the rain had entirely ceased, old dancing pumps, tied with bows although the air and ground were as of white tape, and which had never yet all loaded with mist and mois- known the polishing influence of Day ture. We had breakfasted in a little and Martin, completed the furniture oak room looking out on the back of of his feet; while his huge boots, the house, which was called the out of which he had just stepped, “ Chess Parlour,” and were passing and which evidently had been made through the hall, when I heard the for a man twice his size, stood erect sound of laughter mingled with the and together near where he was cahoarse scrape of a violin ; and on pering, as if gravely wondering at reaching the hall-door, I found some their owner's activity, and illustratof the servants collected before the ing, as in a picture, Sloth in inert windows, and gazing on a strange contemplation of Energy. His coat figure, who was dancing on the wet was long-skirted and ragged, and gravel in a most solemn and absurd hung as loosely on him as a suit of fashion, while he “humoured ” his cast clothes on a broker's peg. His own steps on a miserable old broken- name was Peter Sleveen, fiddler, bridged violin, on whose strings he dancing-master, story-teller, sheepkept scraping with a violence and an doctor, and gossip-general to the agility of elbow which had much whole country round about ; and not more of miracle than music in it. Beau Brummel, in his palmiest days, The figure was middle-sized ; lean as was ever more popular, or a greater a ferret; palefaced ; sheep-headed ; object of admiration, than was Peter with a glare from his small, green to the simple peasantry among whom gooseberry eyes which bespoke a he moved. No fair, no station, no mixture of idiotcy and cunning. On wedding or christening, no dance, no his head he had two old hats sur- death, no wake, no burial was deemmounting each other, something in ed complete without the presence of the style of the picture of Lord Pe- Peter and his fiddle to cheer or to ter's head-dress in “ The Tale of a comfort as the case might be. He Tub." On his lank limbs

had picked up some shreds and faded and thin drab trousers, a world patches of learning, which he had too wide for the shrunk shanks they stitched together till they were absocovered, and which flapped to every lute nonsense; and these he carrie 1 wind ; these terminated in a pair of as glibly on his tongue, and as ready

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for production, as the kit under his arm. By his own account Peter was a "Philiposopher," and belonged to the school of "Pollypotaties, or Walking Sect," which he had selected from choice, as his "gaynius inclined more to the infanthry than the cavaldry." He was a disciple also of the goddess "Terpkickory," one of the Nine Graces, "who presided over the aancient science of flure navigayshin, vulgarly called dancing." His violin he called Mrs. Sleveen; his family, he said, were "ould Phaynicians" (a caste above my cousin Gilbert's, and the association made me smile), and his lineal ancestress was Queen Dido herself, who came over to Ireland a little after the flood, and took lodgings in the town of Galway, where she was baptized by St. Patrick and St. Larry O'Toole in the blessed well of Tubber ReaMoses and Nebbycodnazor standing godfathers for the occasion." When worn out with dancing, he would commence story-telling, in which he had great encouragement from the unwearied interest displayed by his auditory; and when tired of romancing in prose, he would take to rhyming, and pour the doggrel off his tongue as fast as marbles could hop and tumble from a school-boy's bag.

I recollect an improvisation which he delivered to Madeline, after she had ordered him to have his breakfast from the parlour window, and which has clung to my memory ever since, in company, I grieve to say, with many other unprofitable things. It was as follows:

TO THE RIGHT HON. LADY OF THE
DARRAGH.

A Poem,
Invinted on the spot, and spoken
by
PETER SLEVEEN,
Walking Philiposopher,

and
Professor of the Art of
Flure Navigayshin,
Called by the Vulgar
Dancing.

My Lady Miss Nu

-gent how 'bleeging of you,
To order poor Pe-

-ter Sleveen his tea:
With, to cheer his dry soul,
A nate little bowl

Of elegant crame,

Which from Drimendhu came:
And for sweetness galore
Lump sugar a store.
Sure Tay is divine,
And far finer than wine;
Or nectar, that Haybe,
That beautiful baby,
Served out to the Gods
In their Haythen abodes.
And the smell of the Tay
Is just like Ambroshay,
Which was common as prayties
Among them ould Dayties:
But Tay to us mortials
Is the best of all cordials;
And a mighty great trate is
To the Pollypotaties:
Be they Roman or Grecian,
Or raal old Phaynecian,
Like poor Peter, astore,
Who is here to the fore.

And this he concluded with a flourish on his violin, or a profusion of bows, or a caper or two cut in the air, and all the time looking as grave as an owl at a funeral, and as solemn and as doleful as if he was just on the eve of being led out to be hanged. My uncle pitied him, but never would witness his dancing, which he thought a wretched and contemptible way of earning his bread; and so the good old man, being well-assured of the creature's honesty, had offered to make him messenger to the post and town, and give him an old mule to carry him by day, and a comfortable lodge at our back gate to shelter him by night, and a fair compensation in wages for his trouble. But this proffer was declined with many thanks, and bows innumerable, with the excuse of there being but the one man who taught dancing in the country, viz., himself, and therefore he could not be spared; and on the personal plea of expediency, inasmuch as "Flure Navigayshin" was absolutely necessary for the said Peter's happiness and health. On the present occasion he was performing a "Rooshian Dingdongo, one of the latest arrivals from the island of Bohaymia ;" and the execution of which greatly amused Mrs. Cardonald and her fair daughter-the latter entering into it with a gusto which quite astonished me, and made my uncle, to whom I mentioned her enjoyment of it afterwards, cry, "Phoo, phoo!" But Peter's chef d'oeuvre was his "Paw sowl" (pas

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seul), which consisted in his hopping miles off. There must be a springon one leg, and howling out a recita- tide running now; and see, the seation of gibberish which he asserted gulls are wheeling over the lawn. was French ; while his bow and fid- Depend upon it, we shall have a gale dle were moved so rapidly and vio- of wind, and there will be a magnilently up and down, rasping, and ficent surf breaking all along our scraping, and tearing, and throttling coast in a few hours. Now, ladies, if each other like two dogs fighting, you want to see the grand old Atthat they seemed almost an integral lantic in all its magnificence, and are part of his excitable self, and gave not afraid of a little fatigue, we will the spectator the idea that the whole order the jaunting-car, and the two concern, artist and instrument, was little mules will take us to the cliffs labouring under an active paroxysm swiftly and safely; and if you are of the falling sickness.

afraid of rain, I believe we have When he had finished his “Navi- mufhing enough in this house to gayshin,” and partaken of a good thatch a whole barony of adventurluncheon, under the beef-and-beer- ous ladies.” Mrs. Carndonald and administering auspices of Mrs. Doxey her daughter were but too happy at ---and, like all lean men, he was the proposal ; and, truth to say, we huge feeder" -- he slipped his pumps were all delighted to get out once into one of his pockets, and a-half- more into the free air, after our long crown my uncle sent him into the and doleful incarceration by that dripother, and drawing on his large heavy ping janitor, the rain. boots over his trousers, and making The mules flew with us up the a profusion of solemn bow3, he went avenue. The General's Yorkists could clattering up the avenue like a cat not equal them in their trot. On shod with cockles, and evanished from leaving the avenue we made right sight in a loose trot.

across the rabbit warren, through On his departure, one of the grooms which ran a road, flanked by sand ---a new comer-brought me a note hillocks and bent grass : startled by which Peter haddelivered to him “for our approach, thousands of the timid the General's nephew." I opened it population were seen scampering to without looking at the address, though their holes, kicking up their hind the seal-a very beautifully cut coat legs, and evanishing with a parting of arms--took my attention for a mi- glance of their white tails into their nute. The billet ran thus:

burrows. The General called them

his Troglodyte subjects. On emeryDear Sir,

ing from the warren, we turned off Then and there I will meet you. at right angles towards the clitfs; Yours,

our road now was parallel to the sea, José Jarellos. and as Miss Cardonald and I occupied

the side of the car next it, its apThis was addressed to my cousin pearance was inexpressibly grand Gilbert; but I had not looked at the and sublime. It was all in billowy outside, so I enclosed it to him by foam, the waves rolling in like liquid post, explaining and apologizing for mountains, and breaking and crashiny mistake.

ing on the beach, like the hoarse The rain had now ceased for seve- clangor and bray of ten thousand ral hours, and as we sat at an early

brazen trumpets. The gale was luncheon, ny uncle announced that frshening every minute, and the the weather-glass was " looking up mighty yet melodious noise of the and that the wind was veering to the rejoicing sea, with its warring, clashnorth-west. As he spoke, a bright ing, bursting and battling waves, was sun ray streamed in on his face and momentarily becoming louder and form, and rested on the Admiral's old more exciting on the senses. I stole chair; and the next moment a dull, a look at my companion, but I think thundering sound like the distant but she generally repelled my enthusiasm distinct report of a large piece of ar- by never sharing it, and I felt retillery was heard by us all. “Ha!” proved under the coldness of her said the General, “ that shot is from want of sympathy; and timid to Thubber-a-Thallin, the largest of our express emotions which I was afraid puting holes, and it is fully three she considered as appertaining more

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