b'\n.^o \n\n\n\n?*5 \n\n\n\n\'/ \n\n\n\n\n\n\n~ \n\n\n\n\' \n\n\n\n\n\nphiladelphia: \nPublished by Thomas Manna, \n\n621 SOUTH ELEVENTH STREET. \n\n\n\n1 87 0, \n\n\n\n\n\n\nha \n\n\n\n\\ \n\n\n\n\\ \n\n\n\n\\ \n\n\n\n<v \n\n\n\n\n\n\nPRESENTED \n\n\n\nTo the Subscribers of the Great Original Picture, \n\n\n\n\\MU of i\\u lotnu, \n\n\n\n160O. \n\n\n\nFROM THE ORIGINAL PAINTING, \n\nBY BENJAMIN WEST, KOYAL ACADEMY. \n\n\n\nPUBLISHED BT \n\nTHOMAS ZE3T ^L. 3XT KT .A. \n621 SOUTH ELEVENTH STREET, \n\nPHILADELPHIA, PA. \n\n\n\nEntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 18T0, \n\nBY THOMAS HANNA, \n\nIn the Clerk\'s Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\n\n\nBattle of the Boyne is the title of a chromo- \nlithogragh from a painting by Benjamin West, \nRoyal Academy, representing the battle at the \nmoment of the death of the gallant Duke Schom- \nberg. \n\nThe gallant Dutch Prince William III. (of Or- \nange) is represented just at the moment when he \nhas crossed the Boyne, and when his brave general, \nDuke Schomberg, having been sabred, is borne \naway by his adherents. The Dutch Blues (Solmes\') \nand the Huguenot soldiers are seen pressing for- \nward to the point where the Irish and the forces of \nJames Stuart are desperately contending against \nthe impetuous attack of the English, aided by the \nDutch and French allies. \n\nThis picture \xe2\x80\x94 a faithful copy of the great origi- \nnal \xe2\x80\x94 has been excuted by the first artists of the \nday, and no trouble or expense has been spared \nto make it worthy of the justly celebrated painter \n\n\n\n4 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nand the great historical fact which it represents, \nand which ought never to be forgotten by those \nwho now enjoy the civil and religious liberty which \nthis event was greatly the means of establishing \nand perpetuating. \n\n\n\nTIEUE] SONG-, \n\nJuly the first, in Oldbridge town, \n\nThere was a grievous battle, \nWhere many a man lay on the ground, \n\nBy cannons that did rattle. \nKing James he pitched his tents between \n\nThe lines for to retire ; \nBut King William threw his bomb-balls in \n\nAnd set them all on fire. \n\nThereat enraged they vowed revenge \n\nUpon King William\'s forces, \nAnd oft did cry vehemently, \n\nThat they would stop his courses. \nA bullet from the Irish came, \n\nAnd grazed King William\'s arm; \nThey thought his Majesty was slain, \n\nYet it did him little harm. \n\nDuke Schomberg then, in friendly care, \n\nHis King would often caution \nTo shun the spot where bullets hot \n\nRetained their rapid motion ; \nBut William said, he don\'t deserve \n\nThe name of Faith\'s Defender, \nWho would not venture life and limb \n\nTo make a foe surrender. \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nWhen we the Boyne began to cross, \n\nThe enemy they descended ; \nBut few of our brave men were lost, \n\nSo stoutly we defended. \nThe horse were first to venture o\'er, \n\nThe foot soon followed after ; \nBut brave Duke Schomberg was no more \n\nBy venturing over the water. \n\nWhen valiant Schomberg he was slain, \n\nKing William ho accosted \nHis warlike men for to march on, \n\nAnd he would be the foremost ; \n"Brave boys," he said, "be not dismayed \n\nFor the loss of one commander, \nFor God will be our Guide this day, \n\nAnd I\'ll be general under." \n\nThen stoutly we the Boyne did cross, \n\nTo give our enemies battle ; \nOur cannon, to our foes\' great cost, \n\nLike thund\'ring claps did rattle. \nIn majestic mien our Prince rode o\'er ; \n\nHis men soon followed after, \nWith blows and shout put our foes to rout \n\nThe day we crossed the water. \n\nThe Protestants of Drogheda \n\nHave reason to be thankful, \nThat they were not to bondage brought, \n\nThey being but a handful. \nFirst to the Tholsel they were brought, \n\nAnd tried at Willmount after ; \nBut brave King William set them free, \n\nBy venturing over the water. \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nThe cunning French near to Duleek \n\nHad taken up their quarters, \nAnd fenced themselves on every side, \n\nStill waiting for new orders. \nBut in the dead time of the night, \n\nThey set the fields on fire, \nAnd long before the morning light \n\nTo Dublin did retire. \n\nThen said King William to his men, \n\nAfter the French departed, \n"I\'m glad,\' said he, "that none of ye \n\nSeem to be faint-hearted ; \nSo sheath your swords and rest a while, \n\nIn time we\'ll follow after ;" \nThese words he littered with a smile, \n\nThe day he crossed the water. \n\nCome let us all with heart and voice \n\nApplaud our lives\' defender, \nWho at the Boyne his valor showed \n\nAnd made his foe surrender. \nTo God above the praise we\'ll give, \n\nBoth now and ever after ; \nAnd bless the glorious memory \n\nOf William who crossed the water. \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\n\n\nKING WILLIAM \n\n\n\nWilliam Henry, Prince of Orange, was born on the 4th \nof November, 1650. Died in the 52d year of his age, hav- \ning reigned thirteen years and one month. \n\nWilliam had been, during the whole spring, im- \npatiently expected in Ulster. The Protestant set- \ntlements along the coast of that Province had, in \nthe course of the month of May, been repeatedly \nagitated by false reports of his arrival. It was not, \nhowever, till the afternoon of the fourteenth of \nJune that he landed at Carrickfergus. The in- \nhabitants of the town crowded the main street \nand greeted him with loud acclamations, but they \ncaught only a glimpse of him. As soon as he was \non dry ground "he mounted and set off for Belfast. \nOn the road he was met by Schomberg. The \nmeeting took place close to a white house, the \nonly human dwelling then visible in the\' space of \nmany miles, on the dreary strand of the estuary \nof the Laggan. A village and a cotton-mill now \nrise where the white house then stood alone ; and \nall the shore is adorned by a gay succession of \ncountry-houses, shrubberies, and flower-beds. Bel- \nfast has become one of the greatest and most \nflourishing seats of industry in the British Isles. \n\n\n\n8 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nA busy population of eighty thousand souls is col- \nlected there. The duties annually paid at the \ncustom-house exceed the duties annually paid at \nthe custom-house of London in the most prosper- \nous years of the reign of Charles the Second. \nOther Irish towns may present more picturesque \nforms to the eye ; but Belfast is the only large \nIrish town in which the traveller is not disgusted \nby the loathsome aspect and odor of long lines of \nhuman dens far inferior in comfort and cleanliness \nto the dwellings which, in happier countries, are \nprovided for cattle. No other large Irish town is \nso well cleaned, so well paved, so brilliantly lighted. . \nThe place of domes and spires is supplied by edi- \nfices, less pleasing to the taste, but not less indica- \ntive of prosperity \xe2\x80\x94 huge factories, towering many \nstories above the chimneys of the houses, and re- \nsounding with the roar of machinery. The Belfast \nwhich William entered was a small English settle- \nment of about three hundred houses, commanded \nb} r a stately castle which has long disappeared, the \nseat of the noble family of Chichester. In this \nmansion, which is said to have borne some resem- \nblance to the palace of Whitehall, and which was \ncelebrated for its terraces and orchards stretching \ndown to the river side, preparations had been \nmade for the king\'s reception. He was welcomed \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 9 \n\nat the northern gate by the magistrates and bur- \ngesses in their robes of office. The multitude \npressed on his carriage with shouts of " God save \nthe Protestant king ;" for the town was one of the \nstrongholds of the Reformed faith ; and when, two \ngenerations later, the inhabitants were, for the \nfirst time, numbered, it was found that the Roman \nCatholics were not more than one in fifteen. \n\nThe night came ; but the Protestant counties \nwere awake and up. A royal salute had been \nfired from the castle of Belfast. It had been \nechoed and re-echoed by guns which Schomberg \nhad placed at wide intervals for the purpose of \nconveying signals from post to post. Wherever \nthe peal was heard, it was known that King Wil- \nliam was come. Before midnight all the heights \nof Antrim and Down were blazing with bonfires. \nThe light was seen across the bays of Carlingford \nand Dundalk, and gave notice to the outposts of \nthe enemy that the decisive hour was at hand. \nWithin forty-eight hours after William had landed, \nJames set out from Dublin for the Irish camp, \nwhich was pitched near the northern frontier of \nLeinster. \n\nIn Dublin the agitation was fearful. None could \ndoubt that the decisive crisis was approaching, and \nthe agony of suspense stimulated to the highest \n\n\n\n10 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\npoint the passions of both the hostile castes. The \nmajority could easily detect, in the looks and tones \nof the oppressed minority, signs which indicated \nthe hope of a speedy deliverance and of a terrible \nrevenge. Simon Luttrell, to whom the care of the \ncapital was intrusted, hastened to take such pre- \ncautions as fear and hatred dictated. A proclama- \ntion appeared, enjoining all Protestants to remain \nin their houses from nightfall to dawn, and pro- \nhibiting them, on pain of death, from assembling \nin any place or for any purpose to the number of \nmore than five. No indulgence was granted even \nto those divines of the Established Church who \nhad never ceased to teach the doctrine of non- \nresistance. Doctor William King, who had, after \nlong holding out, lately begun to waver in his \npolitical creed, was committed to custody. There \nwas no jail large enough to hold one half of those \nwhom the governor suspected of evil designs. \nThe College and several parish churches were used \nas prisons ; and into those buildings men accused \nof no crime but their religion were crowded in \nsuch numbers that they could hardly breathe. \n\nThe two rival princes meanwhile were busied \nin collecting their forces. Loughbrickland was the \nplace appointed by William for the rendezvous of \nthe scattered divisions of his army. While his \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 11 \n\ntroops were assembling, he exerted himself inde- \nfatigably to improve their discipline and to provide \nfor their subsistence. He had brought from Eng- \nland two hundred thousand pounds in money and \na great quantity of ammunition and provisions. \nPillaging was prohibited under severe penalties. \nAt the same time, supplies were liberally dis- \npensed, and all the paymasters of regiments were \ndirected to send in their accounts without delay, \nin order that there might be no arrears. Thomas \nConingsby, member of Parliament for Leominster, \na busy and unscrupulous Whig, accompanied the \nking, and acted as Paymaster General. It de- \nserves to be mentioned that William, at this time, \nauthorized the Collector of Customs at Belfast to \npay every year twelve hundred pounds into the \nhands of some of the principal Dissenting min- \nisters of Down and Antrim, who were to bo \ntrustees for their brethren. The king declared \nthat he bestowed this sum on the Nonconformist \ndivines, partly as a reward for their eminent \nloyalty to him, and partly as a compensation for \ntheir recent losses. Such was the origin of that \ndonation which is still annually bestowed by the \ngovernment on the Presbyterian clerg}^ of Ulster. \nWilliam was all himself again. His spirits, \ndepressed by eighteen months parsed in dull state, \n\n\n\n12 BATTLE OP THE BOYNE. \n\namid factions and intrigues which he but half \nunderstood, rose high as soon as he was sur- \nrounded by tents and standards. It was strange \nto see how rapidly this man, so unpopular at \nWestminster, obtained a complete mastery over \nthe hearts of his brethren in arms. They ob- \nserved with delight that, infirm as he was, he took \nhis share of every hardship which they under- \nwent ; that he thought more of their comfort \nthan of his own ; that he sharply reprimanded \nsome officers who were so anxious to procure \nluxuries for his table as to forget the wants of \nthe common soldiers ; that he never once, from \nthe day on which he took the field, lodged in a \nhouse, but, even in the neighborhood of cities \nand palaces, slept in his small, movable hut of \nwood ; that no solicitations could induce him, on \na hot day and in a high wind, to move out of the \nchoking cloud of dust which overhung the line \nof march, and which severely tried lungs less \ndelicate than his. Every man under his com- \nmand became familiar with his looks and with \nhis voice, for there was not a regiment which he \ndid not inspect with minute attention. His \npleasant looks and sayings were long remem- \nbered. One brave soldier has recorded in his \njournal the kind and courteous manner in which \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 13 \n\na basket of the first cherries of the year was \naccepted from him by the king, and the spright- \nliness with which his majesty conversed at supper \nwith those who stood round the table. \n\nOn the twenty-fourth of June, the tenth day \nafter William\'s landing, he marched southward \nfrom Loughbrickland with all his forces. He \nwas fully determined to take the first opportu- \nnity of fighting. Scbomberg and some other \nofficers recommended caution and delay ; but \nthe king answered that he had not come to \nIreland to let the grass grow under his feet. \nThe event seems to prove that he judged \nrightly as a general ; that he judged rightly \nas a statesman can not be doubted. He knew \nthat the English nation was discontented with \nthe way in which the war had hitherto been \nconducted ; that nothing but rapid and splendid \nsuccess could revive the enthusiasm of his \nfriends and quell the spirit of his enemies ; \nand that a defeat could scarcely be more in- \njurious to his fame and to his interests than \na languid and indecisive campaign. \n\nThe country through which he advanced had \nduring eighteen months, been fearfully wasted \nboth by soldiers and by Rapparees. The cattle \nhad been slaughtered, the plantations had bc^n \n\n\n\n14 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\ncut down, the fences and houses were in ruins. \nNot a human being was to be found near the \nroad, except a few naked and meagre wretches, \nwho had no food but the husks of oats, and \nwho were seen picking those husks, like chickens, \nfrom amid dust and cinders. Yet, even under \nsuch disadvantages, the natural fertility of the \ncountry, the rich green of the earth, the bays \nand rivers so admirably fitted for trade, could \nnot but strike the king\'s observant eye. Per- \nhaps he thought how different an aspect that \nunhappy region would have presented if it had \nbeen blessed with such a government and such \na religion as had made his native Holland the \nwonder of the world ; how endless a succession \nof pleasure-houses, tulip-gardens, and dairy-forms \nwould have lined the road from Lisburn to \nBelfast ; how many hundreds of barges would \nhave been constantly passing up and down the \nLaggan ; what a forest of masts would have \nbristled in the desolate port of Newry ; and \nwhat vast warehouses and stately mansions \nwould have covered the space occupied by the \nnoisome alleys of Dundalk. " The country," he \nwas heard to say, " is worth fighting for." \n\nThe original intention of James seems to have \nbeen to try the chances of a pitched field on the \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 15 \n\nborder between Leinster and Ulster. But this \ndesign was abandoned, in consequence, appa- \nrently, of the representations of Lauzun, who, \nthough very little disposed and very little qual- \nified to conduct a campaign on the Fabian sys- \ntem, had the admonitions of Louvois still in his \nears. James, though resolved to give up Dub- \nlin without a battle, consented to retreat till he \nshould reach some spot where he might have \nthe vantage of ground. When, therefore, Wil- \nliam\'s advanced guard reached Dundalk, nothing \nwas to be seen of the Irish army, except a \ngreat cloud of dust which was slowly rolling \nsouthward toward Ardee. The English halted \none night near the ground on which Schom- \nberg\'s camp had been pitched in the preceding \nyear, and many sad recollections were awakened \nby the sight of that dreary marsh, the sepulchre \nof thousands of brave men. \n\nStill William continued to push forward, and \nstill the Irish receded before him, till, on the \nmorning of Monday, the thirtieth of June, his \narmy, marching in three columns, reached the \nsummit of a rising ground near the southern \nfrontier of the count}?- of Louth. Beneath lay a \nvalley, now so rich and so cheerful that the \nEnglishman who gazes on it may imagine him- \n\n\n\n16 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nself to be in one of the most highly-favored \nparts of his own highly- favored country. Fields \nof wheat, woodlands, meadows bright with daisies \nand clover, slope gently down to the edge of \nthe Boyne. That bright and tranquil stream, the \nboundary of Louth and Meath, having flowed \nmany miles between verdant banks crowned by \nmodern palaces, and by the ruined keeps of old \nNorman barons of the pale, is here about to \nmingle with the sea. Five miles to the west of \nthe place from which William looked down on \nthe river, now stands, on a verdant bank amid \nnoble woods, Slane Castle, the mansion of the \nMarquess of Conyngham. Two miles to the \neast, a cloud of smoke from factories and steam- \nvessels overhangs the busy town and port of \nDrogheda. On the Meath side of the Boyne. \nthe ground, still all corn, grass, flowers, and \nfoliage, rises with a gentle swell to an eminence \nsurmounted by a conspicuous tuft of ash-trees, \nwhich overshades the ruined church and deso- \nlate grave-yard of Donore. \n\nIn the seventeenth century the landscape pre- \nsented a very different aspect. The traces of \nart and industry were few. Scarcely a vessel \nwas on the river, except those rude coracles of \nwicker-work, covered with the skins of horses, \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 17 \n\nin which the Celtic peasantry fished for trout and \nsalmon. Drogheda, now peopled by twenty thou- \nsand industrious inhabitants, was a small knot of \nnarrow, crooked, and filthy lanes, encircled by a \nditch and a mound. The houses were built of \nwood, with high gables and projecting upper \nstories. Without the walls of the town, scarcely \na dwelling was to be seen, except at a place \ncalled Oldbridge. At Oldbridge the river was \nfordable, and on the south of the ford were a \nfew mud cabins, and a single house built of \nmore solid materials. \n\nWhen William caught sight of the valley of \nthe Boyne, he could not suppress an exclama- \ntion and a gesture of delight. He had been \napprehensive that the enemy would avoid a \ndecisive action, and would protract the war till \nthe autumnal rains should return with pesti- \nlence in their train. He was now at ease. It \nwas plain that the contest would be sharp and \nshort. The pavilion of James was pitched on \nthe eminence of Donore. The flags of the house \nof Stuart and of the house of Bourbon waved \ntogether in defiance on the walls of Drogheda. \nAll the southern bank of the river was lined \nby the camp and batteries of the hostile army. \nThousands of armed men were moving about \n\n\n\n18 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\namong the tents, and every one, horse-soldier \nor foot-soldier, French or Irish, had a white \nbadge in his hat. The color had been chosen \nin compliment to the house of Bourbon. "I \nam glad to see you, gentlemen," said the king, \nas his keen eye surveyed the Irish lines. "If \nyou escape now, the fault will be mine." \n\nEach of the contending princes had some ad- \nvantages over his rival. James, standing on the \ndefensive, behind intrenchments, with a river \nbefore him, had the stronger position, but his \ntroups were inferior both in number and in \nquality to those which were opposed to him. \nHe probably had thirty thousand men. About \na third part of this force consisted of excellent \nFrench infantry and excellent Irish cavalry. But \nthe rest of his army was the scoff of all Europe. \nThe Irish dragoons were bad ; the Irish infantry \nworse. It was said that their ordinary way of \nfighting was to discharge their pieces once, and \nthen to run away bawling " Quarter " and \n"Murder." Their inefficiency was, in that age, \ncommonly imputed, both by their enemies and \nby their allies, to natural poltroonery. How \nlittle grounds there was for such an imputa- \ntion has since been signally proved by many \nheroic achievements in every part of the globe. \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 19 \n\nIt ought, indeed, even in the seventeenth cen- \ntury, to have occurred to reasonable men, that \na race which furnished some of the best horse- \nsoldiers in the world would certainly, with judi- \ncous training, furnish good foot-soldiers. But \nthe Irish foot-soldiers had not merely not been \nwell trained ; they had been elaborately ill \ntrained. The greatest of our generals repeatedly \nand emphatically declared that even the admir- \nable army which fought its way, under his com- \nmand, from Torres Yedras to Toulouse, would, \nif he had suffered it to contract habits of pil- \nlage, have become, in a few weeks, unfit for \nall military purposes. What, then, was likely to \nbe the character of the troops who, from the day \non which they enlisted, were not merely per- \nmitted, but invited to supply the deficiencies of \npay by marauding? They were, as might have \nbeen expected, a mere mob \xe2\x80\x94 furious indeed, and \nclamorous in their zeal for the cause which \nthey had espoused, but incapable of opposing a \nsteadfast resistance to a well-ordered force. In \ntruth, all that the discipline, if it is to be so \ncalled, of James\'s army had done for the Celtic \nkerne had been to debase and enervate him. \nAfter eighteen months of nominal soldiership he \nwas positively farther from being a soldier than \n\n\n\n20 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\non the day on which he quitted his hovel for \nthe camp. \n\nWilliam had under his command nearly thirty- \nsix thousand men, born in many lands and speak- \ning many tongues. Scarcely one Protestant \nChurch, scarcely one Protestant nation, was un- \nrepresented in the army which a strange series \nof events had brought to fight for the Protestant \nreligion in the remotest island of the West. \nAbout half the troops were natives of England. \nOrmond was there with the Life Guards, \nand Oxford with the Blues. Sir John Lanier, \nan officer who had acquired military experi- \nence on the Continent, and whose prudence \nwas held in high esteem, was at the head of the \nQueen\'s Regiment of Horse, now the First Dra- \ngoon Guards. There were Beamont\'s foot, who \nhad, in defiance of the mandate of James, re- \nfused to admit papists among them, and Hast- \nings\'s foot, who had, on the disastrous day of Kil- \nliecrankie, maintained the military reputation of \nthe Saxon race. There were two Tangier battal- \nions, hitherto known only by deeds of violence and \nrapine, but destined to begin, on the following \nmorning, a long career of glory. The Scotch \nGuards marched under the command of their \ncountryman James Douglas. Two fine British \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 21 \n\nregiments which had been in the service of the \nStates-General, and had often looked death in \nthe face under William\'s leading, followed him \nin this campaign, not only as their general, but \nas their native king. They now rank as the fifth \nand sixth of the line. The former was led by \nan officer who had no skill in the higher parts \nof military science, but whom the whole army \nallowed to be the bravest of all the brave, \nJohn Cutts. Conspicuous among the Dutch \ntroops were Portland\'s and Ginkell\'s horse, and \nSolme\'s Blue Regiment, consisting of two thou- \nsand of the finest infantry in Europe. Germany \nhad sent to the field some warriors sprung \nfrom her noblest houses. Prince George of \nHesse Darmstadt, a gallant youth who was \nserving his apprenticeship in the military art, \nrode near the king. A strong brigade of \nDanish mercenaries was commanded by Duke \nCharles Frederick of Wirtemberg, a near kins- \nman of the head of his illustrious family. It \nwas reported that, of all the soldiers of William, \nthese were most dreaded by the Irish, for cen- \nturies of Saxon domination had not effaced the \nrecollection of the violence and cruelty of the \nScandinavian sea-kings ; and an ancient prophecy \nthat the Danes would one day destroy the \n\n\n\n22 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nchildren of the soil was still repeated with \nsuperstitious horror. Among the foreign auxi- \nliaries were a Brandenburg regiment and a Fin- \nland regiment. But in that great array, so \nvariously composed, were two bodies of men \nanimated by a spirit peculiarly fierce and im- \nplacable, the Huguenots of France thirsting for \nthe blood of the French, and the Euglishry of \nIreland impatient to trample down the Irish. \nThe ranks of the refugees had been effectually \npurged of spies and traitors, and were made \nup of men such as had contended in the pre- \nceding century against the power of the house \nof Yalois and the genius of the house of Lor- \nraine. All the boldest spirits of the uncon- \nquerable colony had repaired to William\'s camp. \nMitchelburne was there with the stubborn de- \nfenders of Londonderry, and Wolsely with the \nwarriors who had raised the shout of " Ad- \nvance " on the day of Newton Butler. Sir \nAlbert Conyngham, the ancestor of the noble \nfamily whose seat overlooks the Boyne, had \nbrought from the neighborhood of Lough Erne \na gallant regiment of dragoons, which still \nglories in the name of Enniskillen, and which \nhas proved on the shores of the Euxine that \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 23 \n\nit has not degenerated since the day of the \nBoyne. \n\nWalker, notwithstanding his advanced age and \nhis peaceful profession, accompanied the men of \nLondonderry, and tried to animate their zeal, \nby exhortation and by example. He was now \na great prelate. Ezekiel Hopkins had taken \nrefuge from Popish persecutors and Presbyterian \nrebels in the city of London, had brought himself \nto swear allegiance to the government, had obtained \na cure, and had died in the performance of the \nhumble duties of a parish priest. William, on his \nmarch through Louth, learned that the rich see of \nDeny was at his disposal. He instantly made choice \nof Walker to be the new bishop. The brave old \nman, during the few hours of life which remained \nto him, was overwhelmed with salutations and \ncongratulations. Unhappily, he had, during the \nsiege in which he had so highly distinguished \nhimself, contracted a passion for war, and he easily \npersuaded himself that, in indulging this passion, \nhe was discharging a duty to his country and his \nreligion. He ought to have remembered that \nthe peculiar circumstances which had justified him \nin becoming a combatant had ceased to exist, and \nthat, in a disciplined army led by generals of long \nexperience and great fame, a fighting divine was \n\n\n\n24 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nlikely to give less help than scandal. The bishop \nelect was determined to be wherever danger was, \nand the way in which he exposed himself excited \nthe extreme disgust of his royal patron, who hated \na meddler almost as much as a coward. A soldier \nwho ran away from battle and a gownsman who \npushed himself into a battle were the two objects \nwhich most strongly excited William\'s spleen. \n\nIt was still early in the day. The king rode \nslowly along the northern bank of the river, and \nclosely examined the position of the Irish, from \nwhom he was sometimes separated by an interval \nof little more than two hundred feet. He was \naccompanied by Schomberg, Ormond, Sidney, \nSolmes, Prince George of Hesse, Coningsby, and \nothers. "Their army is but small," said one of \nthe Dutch officers. Indeed, it did not appear to \nconsist of more than sixteen thousand men. \nBut it was well known, from the reports \nbrought by deserters, that many regiments were \nconcealed from view by the undulations of the \nground. "They may be stronger than they \nlook," said William ; " but, weak or strong, I \nwill soon know all about them." \n\nAt length he alighted at a spot nearly oppo- \nsite to Oldbridge, sat down on the turf to rest \nhimself, and called for breakfast. The sumpter \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 25 \n\nhorses were unloaded ; the canteens were opened, \nand a table-cloth was spread on the grass. \nThe place is marked by an obelisk, built while \nmany veterans who could well remember the \nevents of that day were still living. \n\nWilliam was at his repast, a group of horse- \nmen appeared close to the water on the oppo- \nsite shore. Among them his attendants could \ndiscern some who had once been conspicuous \nat reviews in Hyde Park and at balls in the \ngallery of Whitehall \xe2\x80\x94 the youthful Berwick, the \nsmall, fair-haired Lauzun, Tyrconnel, once ad- \nmired by maids of honor as the model of \nmanly vigor and beauty, but now bent down \nby years and crippled by gout, and, overtop- \nping all, the stately head of Sarsfield. \n\nThe chiefs of the Irish army soon discovered \nthat the person who, surrounded by a splendid \ncircle, was breakfasting on the opposite bank, \nwas the Prince of Orange. They sent for artil- \nlery. Two field-pieces, screened from view by a \ntroop of cavalry, were brought down almost to \nthe brink of the river, and placed behind a \nhedge. William, who had just risen from his \nmeal, and was again in the saddle, was the \nmark of both guns. The first shot struck one \nof the holsters of Prince George of Hesse, and \n\n\n\n26 BATTLE OF THE COYNE. \n\nbrought his horse to the ground. "Ah!" cried \nthe king, " the poor prince is killed." As the \nwords passed his lips, he was himself hit by a \nsecond ball, a six-pounder. It merely tore his \ncoat, grazed his shoulder, and drew two or three \nounces of blood. Both armies saw that the shot \nhad taken effect, for the king sank down for a \nmoment on his horse\'s neck. A yell of exul- \ntation rose from the Irish camp. The English \nand their allies were in dismay. Solmes flung \nhimself prostrate on the earth, and burst into \ntears. But William\'s deportment soon reassured \nhis friends. " There is no harm done," he said ; \n"but the bullet came quite near enough." \nConingsby put his handkerchief to the wound ; \na surgeon was sent for ; a plaster was applied ; \nand the king, as soon as the dressing was \ninishcd, rode round all the posts of his army \namid loud acclamations. Such was the energy \nof his spirit, that, in spite of his feeble health, \nin spite of his recent hurt, he was that day \nnineteen hours on horse-back. \n\nA cannonade was kept up on both sides till \nthe evening. William observed with especial \nattention the effect produced by the Irish shots \non the English regiments which had never been \nin action, and declared himself satisfied with the \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF TIIE BOYNE. 27 \n\nresult. "All is right,\'\' he said; ."they stand \nfire well." Long after sunset he made a final \ninspection of his forces by torchlight, and gave \norders that everything should be ready for for- \ncing a passage across the river on the morrow. \nEvery soldier was to put a green bough in his \nhat. The baggage and great-coats were to be \nleft under a guard. The word was Westminster. \n\nThe king\'s resolution to attack the Irish was \nnot approved by all his lieutenants. Schomberg, \nin particular, pronounced the experiment too \nhazardous, and when his opinion was overruled, \nhe retired to his tent in no very good humor. \nWhen the order of battle was delivered to him, \nhe muttered that he had been more used to \ngive such orders than to receive them. For this \nlittle fit of sullenness, very pardonable in a \ngeneral who had won great victories when his \nmaster was still a child, the brave veteran made, \non the following morning, a noble atonement. \n\nThe first of July dawned \xe2\x80\x94 a day which has \nnever since returned without exciting strong \nemotions of very different kinds in the two \npopulations which divide Ireland. The sun rose \nbright and cloudless. Soon after four both \narmies were in motion. William ordered his \nright wing, under the command of Meinhart \n\n\n\n28 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nSchomberg, one of the duke\'s sons, to march \nto the bridge of Slane, some miles up the river, \nto cross there, and to turn the left flank of the \nIrish army. Meinhart Schomberg was assisted \nby Portland and Douglas. James, anticipating \nsome such design, had already sent to the bridge \na regiment of dragoons, commanded b}^ Sir Neil \nO\'Neil. O\'Neil behaved himself like a brave \ngentleman ; but he soon received a mortal wound ; \nhis men fled ; and the English right wing passed \nthe river. \n\nThis move made Lauzun uneasy. What if the \nEnglish right wing should get into the rear of the \narmy of James ? About four miles south of the \nBoyne was a place called Duleek, where the road \nto Dublin was so narrow that two cars could not \npass each other, and where on both sides of \nthe road lay a morass which afforded no firm \nfooting, If Meinhart Schomberg should occupy \nthis spot, it would be impossible for the Irish \nto retreat. They must either conquer, or be cut \noff to a man. Disturbed by this apprehension, \nthe French general marched with his country- \nmen, and with Sarsfielcl\'s horse, in the direc- \ntion of Slane Bridge. Thus the fords near Old- \nbridge were left to be defended by the Irish alone. \n\nIt was now near ten o\'clock. William put \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 29 \n\nhimself at the head of his left wing, which was \ncomposed exclusively of cavalry, and prepared \nto pass the river not far above Drogheda. The \ncentre of his army, which consisted almost ex- \nclusively of foot, was intrusted to the command \nof Schomberg and was marshalled opposite to \nOldbridge. At Oldbridge the whole Irish infantry \nhad been collected. The Meath bank bristled \nwith pikes and bayonets. A fortification had been \nmade by French engineers out of the hedges and \nbuildings ; and a breastwork had been thrown \nup close to the water side. Tyrconnel was there ; \nand under him were Richard Hamilton and \nAntrim. \n\nSchomberg gave the word. Solmes\'s Blues were \nthe first to move. They marched gallantly, with \ndrums beating, to the brink of the Boyne. Then \nthe drums stopped, and the men, ten abreast, \ndescended into\' the water. Next plunged London- \nderry and Enniskillen. A little to the left of \nLondonderry and Enniskillen, Caillemot crossed at \nthe head of a long column of French refugees. A \nlittle to the left of Caillemot and his refugees, the \nmain body of the English infantry struggled \nthrough the river, up to their armpits in \nwater,- Still farther down the stream the Danes \nfound another ford. In a few minutes, the Boyne, \n\n\n\n30 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nfor a quarter of a mile, was alive with muskets \nand green boughs. \n\nIt was not till the assailants had reached the \nmiddle of the channel that they became aware of \nthe whole difficulty and danger of the service \nin which they were engaged. They had as yet \nseen little more than half the hostile army. \nNow whole regiments of foot and horse seemed \nto start out of the earth. A wild shout of defiance \nrose from the whole shore ; during one moment \nthe event seemed doubtful, but the Protestants \npressed resolutely forward, and in another moment \nthe whole Irish line gave way. Tyrconnel looked \non in helpless despair. He did not want personal \ncourage ; but his military skill was so small that \nhe hardly ever reviewed his regiment in the \nPhoenix Park without committing some blunder ; \nand to rally the ranks which were breaking all \nround him was no task for a general who had sur- \nvived the energy of his body and of his mind, and \nyet had still the rudiments of his profession to \nlearn. Several of his best officers fell while vainly \nendeavoring to prevail on their soldiers to look \nthe Dutch Blues in the face. Richard Hamilton \nordered a body of foot to fall on the French ref- \nugees, who were still deep in water. He led the \nway, and, accompanied by several courageous \n\n\n\nBATTLE OP THE BOYNE. 31 \n\ngentlemen, advanced, sword in hand, into the \nriver. But neither his commands nor his example \ncould infuse courage into that mob of cow-stealers. \nHe was left almost alone, and retired from the \nbank in despair. Farther down the river, Antrim\'s \ndivision ran like sheep at the approach of the \nEnglish column. Whole regiments flung away \narms, colors, and cloaks, and scampered off to the \nhills without striking a blow o\xc2\xbbr firing a shot. \n\nIt required many years and many heroic exploits \nto take away the reproach which that ignominious \nrout left on the Irish name ; yet, even before the day \nclosed, it was abundantly proved that the reproach \nwas unjust. Richard Hamilton put himself at the \nhead of the cavalry, and, under his command, they \nmade a gallant, though an unsuccessful attempt to \nretrieve the day. The}\' maintained a desperate \nfight in the bed of the river with Solmes\'s Blues. \nThey drove the Danish brigade back into the \nstream. They fell impetuously on the Huguenot \nregiments, which, not being provided with pikes, \nthen ordinarily used by foot to repel horse, began \nto give ground. " Caillemot, while encouraging his \nfellow-exiles, received a mortal wound in the thigh. \nFour of his men carried him back across the ford \nto his tent. As he passed, he continued to urge \nforward the rear ranks, which were still up to the \n\n\n\n32 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nbreast in the water. \' ; On, on, my lads ; to glory, \nto glory." Schomberg, who had remained on the \nnorthern bank, and who had thence watched the \nprogress of his troops with the eye of a general, \nnow thought that the emergency required from \nhim the personal exertion of a soldier. Those who \nstood about him besought him in vain to put on \nhis cuirass. Without defensive armor, he rode \nthrough the river, and rallied the refugees whom \nthe fall of Caillemot had dismayed. " Come on," \nhe cried in French, pointing to the Popish \nsquadrons, "come on, gentlemen ; there are your \npersecutors." Those were his last words. As he \nspoke, a band of Irish horse-men rushed upon \nhim and encircled him for a moment. When \nthey retired he was on the ground. His \nfriends raised him, but he was already a \ncorpse. Two sabre wounds were on his head, and \na bullet from a carbine was lodged in his neck. \nAlmost at the same moment, Walker, while ex- \nhorting the colonists of Ulster to play the men, \nwas shot dead. During near half an hour the \nbattle continued to rage along the southern shore \nof the river. All was smoke, dust, and din. Old \nsoldiers were heard to say that they had seldom \nseen sharper work in the Low Countries. But, \njust at this conjuncture, William came up with the \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 33 \n\nleft wing. He had found much difficulty in crossing. \nThe tide was running fast. His charger had been \nforced to swim, and had been almost lost in the \nmud. As soon as the king was on firm ground, he \ntook his sword in his left hand \xe2\x80\x94 for his right arm \nwas stiff with his wound and his bandage- \xe2\x80\x94 and led \nhis men to the place where the fight was the hot- \ntest. His arrival decided the fate of the day. Yet \nthe Irish horse retired fighting obstinately. It was \nlong remembered among the Protestants of Ulster \nthat, in the midst of the tumult, William rode to \nthe head of the Enniskilleners. " What will you \ndo for me ? " he cried. He was not immediately \nrecognized, and one trooper, taking him for an \nenemy, was about to fire. William gently put \naside the carbine. " What," said he, " do you not \nknow your friends ?." " It is his majesty," said the \ncolonel. The ranks of sturdy Protestant yeomanry \nset up a shout of joy. "Gentlemen," said Wil- \nliam, "you shall be my guards to-day. I have \nheard much of you. Let me see something of \nyou." One of the most remarkable peculiarities of \nthis man, ordinarily so saturnine and reserved, was \nthat danger acted on him like wine, opened his \nheart, loosened his tongue, and took away all ap- \npearance of constraint from his manner. On this \nmemorable day he was seen wherever the peril was \n\n\n\n34 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\ngreatest. One ball struck the cap of his pistol ; \nanother carried of the heel of his jack-boot ; but \nhis lieutenants in vain implored him to retire to \nsome station from which he could give his orders \nwithout exposing a life so valuable to Europe. \nHis troops, animated by his example, gained \nground fast. The Irish cavalry made their last \nstand at a house called Plottin Castle, about a \nmile and a half south of Oldbridge. There the \nEnniskilleners were repelled with the loss of fifty \nmen, and were hotly pursued, till William rallied \nthem, and turned the chase back. In this en- \ncounter, Richard Hamilton, who had done all that \ncould be done by valor to retrieve a reputation \nforfeited by perfidy, was severely wounded, taken \nprisoner, and instantly brought, through the smoke \nand over the carnage, before the prince whom he had \nso foully wronged. On no occasion did the character \nof William show itself in a more striking manner. \n"Is this business over? 7 \' he said, "or will your \nhorse make more fight ? " " On my honor, sir," an- \nswered Hamilton, " I believe that they will." "Your \nhonor ! " muttered William, " your honor ! " That \nhalf-suppressed exclamation was the only revenge \nwhich he condescended to take for an injury for \nwhich so many sovereigns, far more affable and \ngracious in their ordinary deportment, would have \n\n\n\nBATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 35 \n\nexacted a terrible retribution. Then, restraining \nhimself, he ordered his own surgeon to look to the \nhurts of the captive. \n\nAnd now the battle was over. Hamilton was \nmistaken in thinking that his horse would continue \nto fight. Whole troops had been cut to pieces. \nOne fine regiment had only thirty unwounded \nmen left. It was enough that these gallant sol- \ndiers had disputed the field till they were left \nwithout support, or hope, or guidance, till their \nbravest leader was a captive, and till their king \nhad fled. \n\nThe slaughter had been less than on any \nbattle-field of equal importance and celebrity. Of \nthe Irish, only about fifteen hundred had fallen, \nbut they were almost all cavalry, the flower \nof the army, brave and well-disciplined men, \nwhose place could not be easily supplied. Wil- \nliam gave strict orders that there should be no \nunnecessary bloodshed, and enforced those orders \nby an act of laudable severity. One of his \nsoldiers, after the fight was over, butchered \nthree defenceless Irishmen who asked for quar- \nter. The king ordered the murderer to be \nhanged on the spot. \n\nThe loss of the conquerors did not exceed \nfive hundred men, but among them was the \n\n\n\n36 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. \n\nfirst captain in Europe. To his corpse every \nhonor was paid. The only cemetery in which \nso illustrious a warrior, slain in arms for the \nliberties and religion of England, could properly \nbe laid, was that venerable abbey, hallowed \nby the dust of many generations of princes, \nheroes, and poets. It was announced that the \nbrave veteran should have a public funeral at \n"Westminster. In the meantime, his corpse was \nembalmed with such skill as could be found \nin the camp, and was deposited in a leaden coffin. \n\n\n\nJust Published, \n\n\n\nTHE FOLLOWING \n\n\n\n\nBY THE BEST ARTISTS IN THIS COUNTRY AND EUROPE. \n\n\n\nFranklin at the Court of St. James. \n\n\n\nLONDON, 1774. \n\n\n\nPainted by C. SCHUESSELE. Engraved by WHITECHURCH. \n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 35x24 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n32x44 inches. Frame, 30x40 inches. \n\n\n\nIn Bancroft\'s History of the United States we have a graphic descrip- \ntion of this striking scene, arising from one of the most important of \nFranklin\'s official transactions with his country, and which greatly \naccelerated the course of events resulting in the independence of the \nColonies. \n\nThis magnificent picture is one of the largest ever published in the \ncountry. It is engraved on steel, and beautifully finished in a superb \nstyle of line aud stipple, mezzotinto being entirely rejected. \n\nThe engraving is from a magnificent painting in oil, by C. Schuessele, \nof Philadelphia, which, for masterly grouping, splendid arrangement of \neffect and color, and perfect accuracy of portraiture and costume, is uni- \nversally conceded to be one of the finest national pictures in the country, \nand has excited the greatest attention wherever exhibited \nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nCHRISTIAN\'S VISION. \n\nCOMPANION PICTURE TO MERCY\'S DREAM. \n\n^ graatiful Steel |Uaie \xc2\xa9ngrabing. \n\n\n\nPainted by JAMES BURNS. Engraved by GEO. E. PERINE. \n\nSize of Engkaved Soeface, 18x25 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x30 inches. \n\n\n\nTo those who may be conversant with Bunyan\'s Great Allegory \xe2\x80\x94 The \nPilgrim\'s Progress \xe2\x80\x94 a description of this most impressive scene, so forci- \nbly depicted in the engraving, may seem unnecessary. Christian\'s journey \nfrom the City of Destruction to the Celestial City, presents to the mind \na continuous series of vivid scenes unlike to, and far grander than, any \nother Allegory. \n\nChristian had been toiling upon his heavenly journey, beset with \ndoubts and fears. Weeping over his condition, he presses forward. \nEvangelist had instructed him to "Flee from the wrath to come." In \nhis burdened, tattered condition, and at times wellnigh overcome, he \nfound no relief, until suddenly, \n\n"Behold! three Shining Ones \n\ncame to him, and saluted him with \' Peace be to thee /\' So the first said \nto him, \'Thy sins be forgiven thee.\' The second stripped him of his rags \nand clothed him with change of raiment ; the third also set a mark on \nhis forehead, and gave him a roll with a seal upon it, which she bid him \nlook on as he ran, and that he should give it in at the celestial gate ! \nThis roll was the assurance of his life, and acceptance at the desired \nhaven. " \n\n"Peace be to thee \xe2\x80\x94 all declaring, \nOne forgives him all his sin, \nOne a change of raiment bearing, \nClothes without and clothes within : \n\n"Then the third, her finger tracing \xe2\x80\x94 \nPrints a mark upon his brow, \nAnd a roll her hand embracing, \nWith a signet seal below." \n\nChristian\'s tattered burden lays at his feet. He is presented clothed in \nhis new garments, and in the act of receiving the roll. \n\nThe three angels, messengers of love and mercy, are completing their \nmission, and are represented as about returning to their native atmos- \nphere of heaven, to carol sweet anthems of praise "To him that re- \ndeemed and washed us in his own precious blood. " \n\nPrice \xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nMERCY\'S DREAM. \n\nCOMPANION PICTURE TO CHRISTIAN\'S VISION. \nA. F I 3XT E STEEL ENO-RAVINa \n\n\n\nPainted by D. HUNTINGTON. Engraved by OLDEN BARLOW. \n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 18x25 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x30 inches. \n\n\n\nThis is one of the most picturesque touches of Bunyan\'s Pilgrim\'s \nProgress. The artist, iu this fine Steel Engraving, represents Mercy, \ntired and oppressed with the heat of the day, lying down to rest. The \nDream follows, in which she sees an angel descending from the realms \nof Peace, places a chain upon her neck, and earrings in her ears, and a \nbeautiful crown of glory upon her head. The angel points to heaven, \nfrom which pours a flood of brightness that shines full upon Mercy. We \nhave set before us, in this allegory, a beautiful illustration of Christian \nfemale character. In the companion picture we illustrate the spiritual \nlife of a Christian man; but in this engraving it is Christian womanhood \nthat is honored in the representation of motherly influence, and sisterly \ncompanionship, and female piety, and filial following, and all the circum- \nstances that go to make up the character of domestic Christian discipline, \ntempered by the spirit of home religion. \n\n"Blessed be tho clay that I began \nA pilgrim for to be, \nAnd blessed also be that man \nThat thereto moved me. \n\n"\'Tis true \'twas long ere I began \nTo seek to live lorever; \nBut now I run fast as I can \xe2\x80\x94 \n\'Tis better late than never. \n\n"Our tears to joy, our fears to faith, \nAre turned as we see \nThat our beginning (as one saith) \nShows what our end will be." \n\nThis beautiful Eugraving and work of art should find room on the \nwalls of every Christian family throughout the country. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nJu \n\n\n\nPainted by G. E. HICKS. Engraved by R. B. PARKES. \n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 19x21 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nThe artist has beautifully depicted this fine thought into reality itself. \nUpon the floor, playing with a ball, which is drawn by the mother, is one \nof those treasures which God, in his kindness, sends to us ; only a baby \n\xe2\x80\x94 but, yet, that baby is a well-spring of joy, sent to illumine the mother\'s \nlife. It is engraved on fine steel, and should not fail to be in every \nhome. The picture teems with love and beauty. \n\nPrice \xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\n!\xe2\x80\xa2\xc2\xab\xe2\x80\xa2 m \n\n\n\nPainted by G-. SMITH. Engraved by R. B. PARKES. \n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 19x24 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\n" Home Treasures" is a most exquisite mate to the above, and is a \nfine English Steel Engraving from the celebrated painting by George \nSmith. In a willow cradle sleeps the precious "Home Treasure." The \nmother, with fond pride, has just drawn the curtains, to show to the \nlittle sister, who stands with folded hands, her baby brother. Upon the \nfloor is seen the baby\'s constant companion\xe2\x80\x94 the rattle. In all, it makes \na beautiful picture, and should never fail to hang side by side with " The \nSunshine of Life.\' : \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nREPOSE OF THE DEER. \n\n\n\nPainted by COTTIN. Engraved by V. BALCH. \n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 18x2G inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x30 inches. \n\n\n\nThis is a fine line Steel Engraving, -which ought to have a place in \nevery household. The family of deer which is represented, is a picture \nof perfect love and happiness. The figures are placed in bold relief, \n\xe2\x96\xa0with a grove and hills for a background. The buck is the central figure, \nseeming to hold guard over his treasure ; the doe lies quietly reposing, \n\xe2\x96\xa0while around, the fawns are gambolling, unconscious of danger. A little \ngoldfinch kindly looks on, and sings his lay of contentment. The light \nand shade of the picture is finely executed, and the whole makes one of \nthe finest steel engravings ever published. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nWASHINGTON AND FAMILY. \n\n\n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 25x19 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nThis picture should be familiar to every true American household. It \nrepresents "the Father of his Country," seated at a table, surrounded \nby his family; his wife is seated opposite, while the two children stand \nrespectively by their parents ; to complete the group, the old family \nservant, William Lee, maintains his place behind Mrs. Washington\'s \nchair. The picture is new, and should meet the approval of every one \nwho owns George Washington as "the Father of his Country." \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nMliiil All FAMILY. \n\n\n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 25x19 inches. Pkinted on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Fkame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nA companion picture to the former; represents the martyred President \nsitting in a large arm chair, with his family surrounding. On the table \nlies "The Proclamation of Freedom," for which our lamented President \nsacrificed his life. From the open window is seen the dome of the \nCapitoL The figures are finety executed, and placed in artistic positions. \nThe Engraving is finely finished, and recommends itself to every one\'s \ngood taste. \n\nPrice \xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, % \n\n\n\nGRANT AND FAMILY. \n\n\n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 25x19 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches-. \n\n\n\nA companion picture to "Washington and Family" and "Lincoln and \nFamily." This picture is a new fine line Steel Engraving, and is a fine \nrepresentation of an American family. The scene represents Mr. and Mrs. \nGrant, with their four children. The artist has succeeded in giving the \nfigures an air of naturalness which immediately strikes the eye of an \nadmirer of steel plates. This picture deserves, and should have, a place \non the walls of every American home. \n\nPrice \xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nENGRAVED ON STEEL, by JOHN BROMLEY. \nPainted by M. L. SHARP. \n\nSize of Engkaved Surface, 16x21 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nThis beautiful idea is embodied in the form of a young and lovely girl, \nkneeling in prayer, in the quiet and seclusion of her chamber. The rays \nof the bright moon, coming through the open window, throw upon her \nform a heavenly brightness, while her upraised eyes seem to be looking \nfor that blessed way so dear to her. Truly, this is an exquisite gem. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nil_J) ^C7tw> tf.\'a j|32j ffi * ya > <i\xc2\xa3\\j \\^y o \nCOJiPANION TO DYING SOLDIER, \n\n\n\nSize of Engraved Surface, 18x22 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, \n24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nOne cannot look upon this beautiful Steel Engraving without feeling a \npang of pity for those poor ones who are left fatherless by the late Rebel- \nlion, and alone in this cold and cheerless world, to mourn the loss of \nfather and mother. The scene is laid in a country churchyard ; in the \nbackground is the quaint old country church, whose sides are covered \nwith ivy, while in the belfry can be seen the time-honored bell, which \nrings alike for joy and grief. By a grave is seated the oldest, who looks \nwith mournful eyes where lies all she holds dear ; by her side stands the \nnext youngest, with a basket of flowers, with which to strew the sacred \nspot ; at their feet, in innocent slumber, sleeps the youngest ; and, to \ncomplete the group, the ever-faithful dog gazes wistfully in their faces. \nHovering over all, are seen the shadowy outlines of their dear departed \nmother. The whole makes one of the finest Steel Engravings published \n\nin America. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, 9 \n\n\n\nCOMPANION TO THE ORPHANS. \n\n\n\nSize oj? Engkaved Subface, 18x22 inches. Printed on Heavy Papek, \n24x32 inches. Feame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nThis exquisite picture, so vividly portrayed upon fine steel, is the mate \nto The Orphans. Upon the blood-red battle-field lies a soldier, mortally \nwounded, and, in his last struggle with the grim conqueror, draws from \nhis bosom a picture of the dear ones at home. Around are lying the \nimplements of war : here, a dismounted cannon \xe2\x80\x94 there, the bursted \nshell; while men and horses lie in a mangled mass upon the ground. In \nthe background may be seen the smoke of burning dwellings, and still \nfurther on, is the fearful slaughter. Above all these, the artist has \ndrawn, with artistic beauty, the thoughts of the wounded and dying \nsoldier. His wife and children are represented as seated at their fireside \nat home, where he will never see them more. This almost matchless \ngem has a strange fascination about it, and too much cannot be said in \nits praise. \n\nPrice \xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nSURRENDER OF GENERAL LEE. \n\n\n\nSize of Engbaved Subface, 25x18 inches. Pbinted on Heavy Papeb, \n24x32 inches. Fbame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nThis ever-memorable event in the annals of American history, is finely \nbrought to light in this magnificent Steel Engraving. The prominent \nfigures, Gens. Grant and Lee, stand beneath the shade of a large tree, \nwhile the attendants stand a little on either side. In the distance is seen \nthe Confederate camp, with arms stacked. The village of Appomattox \nC. H. forms a picturesque background. The Engraving is new, and \nranks among the first in America. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nBY-MAI&9 \n\n\n\n^<* \n\n\n\nSize of Engeavkd Subface, 20|x33 inches. Printed on Heavy Papee, \n32x44 inches. Fbame, 26x38 inches. \n\n\n\nA merry-making in the olden time \xe2\x80\x94 \n\n"When the merry bells ring round, \nAnd the jocund rebecs sound, \nTo many a youth and many a maid, \nDancing in the chequered shade, \nAnd young and old came forth to play \nOn a sunshine holiday." \n\nIn this beautiful Engraving we have one of those delightful pictures of \nrural festivity that, in simplicity and true enjoyment, closely accords with \nthose of our own time. In the foreground are several fine groups of both \nyoung and old, enjoying themselves in the dance in true rustic fashion. \nTo those who have passed much time amid village scenes, this picture \nmust prove an everlasting memento. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nTHE LAST SUPPER. \n\n\n\nPainted by LEONARDO DE VINCI. Engraved by J. C. M. REA. \n\nSize of Engeaved Sueface, 18x25 inches. Peinted on Heavy Papee, \n24x32 inches. Fbame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\nThis is taken from the magnificent oil painting of Leonardo de Vinci, \nand is, without a doubt, one of the finest Steel Engravings in the country. \nSeated around the table, is the Lord, with his twelve disciples. He has \njust spoken of his betrayal, and the wounded and wondering looks of the \ndisciples as they say "Lord, is it I?" is beautifully portrayed. \n\nPrice\xe2\x80\x94 framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nEngraved by J. A. O\'NEAL. Painted by M. CLAYTON. \n\nSize of Engbaved Sukface, 19x24 inches. Printed on Heavy Papbb, \n24x32 inches. Feame, 22x28 inches. \n\n\n\n"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the \nKingdom of Heaven." \n\n1 The style and conception of this picture are entirely original, nothing \nof the kind having ever before been produced. This beautiful picture \ncould be no better illustrated than by those celebrated artists, who have \nspared no labor in making this picture one of the best works of art. Its \ngreatest beauty consists in sublimity, which is wrought up to the highest \ndegree, and yet perfectly true to nature. The light and shade are in \nsuch strong contrast, yet so harmoniously blended as to produce the \nmost pleasing effect. The attitudes of the children could be no better \nillustrated than is here done. Christ is surrounded by persons of all \nages, who are admirably grouped, while he teaches them the great and \nall-important lessons of confidence in God and contentment with their \nlot. The expression of fear and dismay is accurately represented in \nsome, while others recognize their Lord and Master\'s form, and are \nready to fly to him. \n\nNo Christian family should be without one of these beautiful pictures, \nas it is an ornament to the home of all good people. It is also instruc- \ntive to the young, as it tends to impress upon their minds the duties they \nowe to the Church, and source from which we derive our blessings. \n\nPrice \xe2\x80\x94 Framed, $ Unframed, $ \n\n\n\nEVERYBODY "W^IXTTS IT I \n\xe2\x96\xa0\xc2\xbb \xc2\xab \xe2\x99\xa6 \n\nA BEAUTIFUL EOYAL QUARTO \n\nFAMILY BIBLE, \n\n\n\nVERY ELEGANT! VERY CHEAP! \n\n\n\nThe subscriber is now prepared to offer to the public his New Edition \n(Protestant) of the Holy Bible, which, for cheapness, durability, and \nbeauty of mechanical execution, is unsurpassed by anything else in the \nmarket. It is printed on fine white paper, containing the \n\n\n\nOLD AND NEW TESTAMENT, \n\nWITH TEN STEEL ENGRAVINGS, \n\nJSound in, the best Morocco, in various Styles \xe2\x80\x94 very Elegant. \n\n\n\nThe prices of these Bibles are so low as to bring them within the reach \nof all \xe2\x80\x94 poor as well as rich. \n\nMy Agents are selling these Bibles all over the country. The rapidity \nwith which they are selling has no parallel in the experience of Book \nAgenis. \n\nEverybody wants the Bible, because it is so handsome. 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