"I should like it of all things," replied Titus, who entertained a very favourable opinion of Jack's vocal powers, and was by no means an indifferent performer, "only let it be in a minor key."

Jack required no further encouragement, but, disregarding the hints and looks of Coates, sang with much unction the following ballad to a good old tune, then very popular — the merit of which. "nobody can deny ;" and so well do we think of the air, that we shall present our readers with the music:

most no-to-ri-ous to my mind, Was the Cav-al-ier Cap-tain, gay

Jem my Hind, Which no body can de- - - ny,,

Which

* James Hind (the "Prince of Prigs")- a royalist captain of some distinction, was hanged, drawn, and quartered, in 1652. Some good stories are told of him. He had the credit of robbing Cromwell, Bradshaw, and Peters. His discourse to Peters is particularly edifying.

† See Du-Val's life by Doctor Pope, or Leigh Hunt's brilliant sketch of him in The Indicator

We cannot say much in favour of this worthy, whose name was Thomas Simpson. The reason of his sobriquet does not appear. He was not particularly scrupulous as to his mode of appropriation. One of his sayings is, however, on record

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IV.

Nor did housebreaker ever deal harder knocks

On the stubborn lid of a good strong box,

Than that prince of good fellows, Toм Cox, TOM COX! *
Which nobody can deny.

Nor could any so handily break a lock

AS SHEPPARD, who stood on the Newgate dock,

And nicknamed the gaolers around him "his flock! "§

VIII.

Nor did highwayman ever before possess,

For ease, for security, danger, distress,

Which nobody can deny.

Such a mare as DICK TURPIN'S Black Bess! Black Bess!

Which nobody can deny.

"A capital song by the powers!" cried Titus, as Jack's ditty came to a close. "But your English robbers are nothing at all, compared with our Tories || and Rapparees - nothing at all they were the raal gentlemen- they were the boys to cut a throat asily."

he told a widow whom he robbed, "that the end of a woman's husband begins in tears but the end of her tears is another husband" upon which," says his chronicler," the gentlewoman gave him about fifty guineas." Tom was a sprightly fellow, and carried his sprightliness to the gallows; for just before he was turned off he kicked Mr. Smith, the ordinary, and the hangman out of the cart- a piece of pleasantry which created, as may be supposed, no small sensation.

+Many agreeable stories are related of Holloway. His career, however, closed with a murder. He contrived to break out of Newgate, but returned to witness the trial of one of his associates; when, upon the attempt of a turnkey, one Richard Spurling, to seize him, Will knocked him on the head in the presence of the whole For this offence he suffered the extreme penalty of the law in 1712. Wicks's adventures with Madame Toly are highly diverting. It was this hero, not Turpin, as has been erroneously stated, who stopped the celebrated Lord Mohun. Of Gettings and Grey and "the five or six," the less said the better.

court.

One of Sheppard's recorded mots-When a Bible was pressed upon his acceptance by Mr. Wagstaff, the chaplain, Jack refused it, saying, "that in his situation one file would be worth all the Bibles in the world." A gentleman who visited Newgate asked him to dinner; Sheppard replied, "that he would take an early opportunity of waiting upon him." And we believe he kept his word.

The word Tory, as here applied, must not be confounded with the term of party distinction now in general use in the political world. It simply means a thief on a grand scale, something more than "a snapper up of unconsidered trifles," or petty larceny rascal. We have classical authority for this:-TORY-an advocate for absolute monarchy, also an Irish vagabond, robber, or rapparee. - GROSE'S Dictionary.

"Pshaw!" exclaimed Jack, in disgust, "the gentlemen I speak of never maltreated any one, except in self-defence." "May be not," replied Titus; "I'll not dispute the point — but these Rapparees were true brothers of the blade, and gentlemen every inch. I'll just sing you a song I made about them myself. But meanwhile don't let's forget the bottletalking's dry work - my service to you, doctor!" added he, winking at the somnolent Small. And, tossing off his glass, Titus delivered himself with much joviality of the following ballad; the words of which he adapted to the tune of the Groves of the Pool:

THE RAPPAREES.

I.

Let the Englishman boast of his Turpins and Sheppards, as cocks of the walk, His Mulsacks, and Cheneys, and Swiftnecks *- it's all botheration and talk; Compared with the robbers of Ireland, they don't come within half a mile, There never were yet any rascals, like those of my own native isle !

11.

First and foremost comes REDMOND O'HANLON, allowed the first thief of the world †,

That o'er the broad province of Ulster the Rapparee banner unfurled;
Och! he was an elegant fellow, as ever you saw in your life,

At fingering the blunderbuss trigger, or handling the throat-cutting knife.

A trio of famous High Tobygloaks. Swiftneck was a captain of Irish dragoons, by the by.

REDMOND O'HANLON was the Rob Roy of Ireland, and his adventures, many of which are exceedingly curious, would furnish as rich materials for the novelist, as they have already done for the ballad-mongers: some of them are, however, sufficiently well narrated in a pleasant little tome, published at Belfast, entitled The History of the Rapparees. We are also in possession of a funeral discourse preached at the obsequies of the "noble and renowned" Henry St. John, Esq., who was unfortunately killed by the Tories (the Destructives of those days), in the induction to which we find some allusion to Redmond. After describing the thriving condition of the north of Ireland, about 1680, the Rev. Lawrence Power, the author of the sermon, says, "One mischief there was, which indeed in a great measure destroyed all, and that was, a pack of insolent bloody outlaws, whom they here call Tories. These had so riveted themselves in these parts, that by the interest they had among the natives, and some English too, to their shame be it spoken, they exercise a kind of separate sovereignty in three or four counties in the north of Ireland. REDMOND O'HANLON is their chief, and has been these many years; a cunning, dangerous fellow, who though proclaimed an outlaw with the rest of his crew, and sums of money set upon their heads, yet he reigns still, and keeps all in subjection, so far that 't is credibly reported he raises more in a year by contribution à-la-mode de France than the king's land taxes and chimney-money come to, and thereby is enabled to bribe clerks and officers, IF NOT THEIR MASTERS (!), and makes all too much truckle to him." Agitation, it seems, was not confined to our own days but the "finest country in the world" has been, and ever will be, the same. The old game is played under a new colour - the only difference being, that had Redmond lived in our time, he would, in all probability, not only have pillaged a county, but represented it in parliament. abroad though we fear there is little of the this note to the serious consideration of the the "six millions."

The spirit of the Rapparee is still Tory left about it. We recommend declaimers against the sufferings of

III.

And then such a dare-devil squadron as that which composed REDMOND's fail! Meel, Mactigh, Jack Reilly, Shan Bernagh, Phil Galloge, and Arthur O'Neal; Shure never were any boys like 'em, for rows, agitation, and sprees;

Not a rap did they leave in the country, and hence they were called Rapparees.

IV.

Next comes POWER the great Tory † of Munster, a gentleman born every inch,
And strong JACK MACPHERSON of Leinster, a horse-shoe who broke at a pinch;
The last was a fellow so lively, not death e'en his courage could damp,
For as he was led to the gallows, he played his own "march to the camp." ‡

V.

PADDY FLEMING, DICK BALF, and MULHONI, I think are the next on my list,
All adepts in the beautiful science of giving a pocket a twist;
JEMMY CARRICK must follow his leaders, ould PURNEY who put in a huff,
By dancing a hornpipe at Tyburn, and bothering the hangman for snuff.

VI.

There's PAUL LIDDY, the curly-pate Tory, whose noddle was stuck on a spike,
And BILLY DELANY, the "Songster §," we never shall meet with his like;
For his neck by a witch was anointed, and warranted safe by her charm,
No hemp that was ever yet twisted his wonderful throttle could harm.

VII.

And lastly, there's CAHIR NA CAPPUL, the handiest rogue of them all,
Who only need whisper a word, and your horse will trot out of his stall;
Your tit is not safe in your stable, though you or your groom should be near,
And devil a bit in the paddock, if CAHIR gets hould of his ear.

*Here Titus was slightly in error. He mistook the cause for the effect. "They were called Rapparees," Mr. Malone says, "from being armed with a half pike, called by the Irish a rapparee." - TODD'S JOHNSON.

Tory, so called from the Irish word Toree, give me your money. - TODD's

JOHNSON.

As he was carried to the gallows, Jack played a fine tune of his own composing on the bagpipe, which retains the name of Macpherson's tune to this day. History of the Rapparees.

"Notwithstanding he was so great a rogue, Delany was a handsome, portly man, extremely diverting in company, and could behave himself before gentlemen very agreeably. He had a political genius (not altogether surprising in so eminent a Tory), and would have made a great proficiency in learning if he had rightly applied his time. He composed several songs, and put tunes to them; and by his skill in music gained the favour of some of the leading musicians in the country, who endeavoured to get him reprieved. "History of the Rapparees. The particulars of the Songster's execution are singular:-" When he was brought into court to receive sentence of death, the judge told him that he was informed he should say that there was not a rope in Ireland sufficient to hang him. But,' says he, I'll try if Kilkenny can't afford one strong enough to do your business; and if that will not do, you shall have another and another.' Then he ordered the sheriff to choose a rope, and Delany was ordered for execution the next day. The sheriff having notice of his mother's boasting that no rope could hang her son (and pursuant to the judge's desire), provided two ropes, but Delany broke them one after another! The sheriff was then in a rage, and went for three bed cords, which he plaited three-fold together, and they did his business! Yet the sheriff was afraid he was not dead; and in a passion, to make trial, stabbed him with his sword in the soles of his feet, and at last cut the rope. After he was cut down, his body was carried into the court-house, where it remained in the coffin for two days, standing up, till the judge and all the spectators were fully satisfied that he was stiff and dead, and then permission was given to his friends to remove the corpse and bury it!"-History of the Rapparees.

VIII.

Then success to the Tories of Ireland, the generous, the gallant, the gay!
With them the best Rumpads* of England are not to be named the same day!
And were further proof wanting to show what precedence we take with our prigs,
Recollect that our robbers are TORIES, while those of your country are WHIGS!

"Bravissimo!" cried Jack, drumming upon the table. "Well," said Coates, "we've had enough about the Irish highwaymen, in all conscience. But there's a rascal on our side of the Channel, whom you have only incidentally mentioned, and who makes more noise than them all put together." "Who's that," asked Jack, with some curiosity.

"Dick Turpin," replied the attorney: "he seems to me quite as worthy of mention as any of the Hinds, the Du-Vals, or the O'Hanlons, you have either of you enumerated.”

"I did not think of him," replied Palmer, smiling; "though if I had, he scarcely deserves to be ranked with those illustrious heroes."

"Gads bobs!" cried Titus; "they tell me Turpin keeps the best nag in the United Kingdom, and can ride faster and farther in a day than any other man in a week.”

"So I've heard,” said Palmer, with a glance of satisfaction. "I should like to try a run with him. I warrant me, I'd not be far behind."

"I should like to get a peep at him," quoth Titus. "So should I," added Coates. "Vastly!"

"You may both of you be gratified, gentlemen," said Palmer. "Talking of Dick Turpin, they say, is like speaking of the devil, he's at your elbow ere the word's well out of your mouth. He may be within hearing at this moment, for any thing we know to the contrary."

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Body o'me!" ejaculated Coates, "you don't say so. Turpin in Yorkshire! I thought he confined his exploits to the neighbourhood of the metropolis, and made Epping Forest his head quarters."

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"So he did," replied Jack, "but the cave is all up now. The whole of the great North Road, from Tottenham Cross to York gates, comes within Dick's present range; and Saint Nicholas only knows in which part of it he is most likely to be found. He shifts his quarters as often and as readily as a Tartar; and he who looks for him, may chance to catch a Tartar ha!-ha!"

* Highwaymen, as contradistinguished from footpads.