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BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 Battle of the Boyne is the title of a chromo- 
 lithogragh from a painting by Benjamin West, 
 Royal Academy, representing the battle at the 
 moment of the death of the gallant Duke Schom- 
 berg. 
 
 The gallant Dutch Prince William III. (of Or- 
 ange) is represented just at the moment when he 
 has crossed the Boyne, and when his brave general, 
 Duke Schomberg, having been sabred, is borne 
 away by his adherents. The Dutch Blues (Solmes') 
 and the Huguenot soldiers are seen pressing for- 
 ward to the point where the Irish and the forces of 
 James Stuart are desperately contending against 
 the impetuous attack of the English, aided by the 
 Dutch and French allies. 
 
 This picture — a faithful copy of the great origi- 
 nal — has been excuted by the first artists of the 
 day, and no trouble or expense has been spared 
 to make it worthy of the justly celebrated painter 
 
4 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 and the great historical fact which it represents, 
 and which ought never to be forgotten by those 
 who now enjoy the civil and religious liberty which 
 this event was greatly the means of establishing 
 and perpetuating. 
 
 TIEUE] SONG-, 
 
 July the first, in Oldbridge town, 
 
 There was a grievous battle, 
 Where many a man lay on the ground, 
 
 By cannons that did rattle. 
 King James he pitched his tents between 
 
 The lines for to retire ; 
 But King William threw his bomb-balls in 
 
 And set them all on fire. 
 
 Thereat enraged they vowed revenge 
 
 Upon King William's forces, 
 And oft did cry vehemently, 
 
 That they would stop his courses. 
 A bullet from the Irish came, 
 
 And grazed King William's arm; 
 They thought his Majesty was slain, 
 
 Yet it did him little harm. 
 
 Duke Schomberg then, in friendly care, 
 
 His King would often caution 
 To shun the spot where bullets hot 
 
 Retained their rapid motion ; 
 But William said, he don't deserve 
 
 The name of Faith's Defender, 
 Who would not venture life and limb 
 
 To make a foe surrender. 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 When we the Boyne began to cross, 
 
 The enemy they descended ; 
 But few of our brave men were lost, 
 
 So stoutly we defended. 
 The horse were first to venture o'er, 
 
 The foot soon followed after ; 
 But brave Duke Schomberg was no more 
 
 By venturing over the water. 
 
 When valiant Schomberg he was slain, 
 
 King William ho accosted 
 His warlike men for to march on, 
 
 And he would be the foremost ; 
 "Brave boys," he said, "be not dismayed 
 
 For the loss of one commander, 
 For God will be our Guide this day, 
 
 And I'll be general under." 
 
 Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross, 
 
 To give our enemies battle ; 
 Our cannon, to our foes' great cost, 
 
 Like thund'ring claps did rattle. 
 In majestic mien our Prince rode o'er ; 
 
 His men soon followed after, 
 With blows and shout put our foes to rout 
 
 The day we crossed the water. 
 
 The Protestants of Drogheda 
 
 Have reason to be thankful, 
 That they were not to bondage brought, 
 
 They being but a handful. 
 First to the Tholsel they were brought, 
 
 And tried at Willmount after ; 
 But brave King William set them free, 
 
 By venturing over the water. 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 The cunning French near to Duleek 
 
 Had taken up their quarters, 
 And fenced themselves on every side, 
 
 Still waiting for new orders. 
 But in the dead time of the night, 
 
 They set the fields on fire, 
 And long before the morning light 
 
 To Dublin did retire. 
 
 Then said King William to his men, 
 
 After the French departed, 
 "I'm glad,' said he, "that none of ye 
 
 Seem to be faint-hearted ; 
 So sheath your swords and rest a while, 
 
 In time we'll follow after ;" 
 These words he littered with a smile, 
 
 The day he crossed the water. 
 
 Come let us all with heart and voice 
 
 Applaud our lives' defender, 
 Who at the Boyne his valor showed 
 
 And made his foe surrender. 
 To God above the praise we'll give, 
 
 Both now and ever after ; 
 And bless the glorious memory 
 
 Of William who crossed the water. 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 KING WILLIAM 
 
 William Henry, Prince of Orange, was born on the 4th 
 of November, 1650. Died in the 52d year of his age, hav- 
 ing reigned thirteen years and one month. 
 
 William had been, during the whole spring, im- 
 patiently expected in Ulster. The Protestant set- 
 tlements along the coast of that Province had, in 
 the course of the month of May, been repeatedly 
 agitated by false reports of his arrival. It was not, 
 however, till the afternoon of the fourteenth of 
 June that he landed at Carrickfergus. The in- 
 habitants of the town crowded the main street 
 and greeted him with loud acclamations, but they 
 caught only a glimpse of him. As soon as he was 
 on dry ground "he mounted and set off for Belfast. 
 On the road he was met by Schomberg. The 
 meeting took place close to a white house, the 
 only human dwelling then visible in the' space of 
 many miles, on the dreary strand of the estuary 
 of the Laggan. A village and a cotton-mill now 
 rise where the white house then stood alone ; and 
 all the shore is adorned by a gay succession of 
 country-houses, shrubberies, and flower-beds. Bel- 
 fast has become one of the greatest and most 
 flourishing seats of industry in the British Isles. 
 
8 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 A busy population of eighty thousand souls is col- 
 lected there. The duties annually paid at the 
 custom-house exceed the duties annually paid at 
 the custom-house of London in the most prosper- 
 ous years of the reign of Charles the Second. 
 Other Irish towns may present more picturesque 
 forms to the eye ; but Belfast is the only large 
 Irish town in which the traveller is not disgusted 
 by the loathsome aspect and odor of long lines of 
 human dens far inferior in comfort and cleanliness 
 to the dwellings which, in happier countries, are 
 provided for cattle. No other large Irish town is 
 so well cleaned, so well paved, so brilliantly lighted. . 
 The place of domes and spires is supplied by edi- 
 fices, less pleasing to the taste, but not less indica- 
 tive of prosperity — huge factories, towering many 
 stories above the chimneys of the houses, and re- 
 sounding with the roar of machinery. The Belfast 
 which William entered was a small English settle- 
 ment of about three hundred houses, commanded 
 b} r a stately castle which has long disappeared, the 
 seat of the noble family of Chichester. In this 
 mansion, which is said to have borne some resem- 
 blance to the palace of Whitehall, and which was 
 celebrated for its terraces and orchards stretching 
 down to the river side, preparations had been 
 made for the king's reception. He was welcomed 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 9 
 
 at the northern gate by the magistrates and bur- 
 gesses in their robes of office. The multitude 
 pressed on his carriage with shouts of " God save 
 the Protestant king ;" for the town was one of the 
 strongholds of the Reformed faith ; and when, two 
 generations later, the inhabitants were, for the 
 first time, numbered, it was found that the Roman 
 Catholics were not more than one in fifteen. 
 
 The night came ; but the Protestant counties 
 were awake and up. A royal salute had been 
 fired from the castle of Belfast. It had been 
 echoed and re-echoed by guns which Schomberg 
 had placed at wide intervals for the purpose of 
 conveying signals from post to post. Wherever 
 the peal was heard, it was known that King Wil- 
 liam was come. Before midnight all the heights 
 of Antrim and Down were blazing with bonfires. 
 The light was seen across the bays of Carlingford 
 and Dundalk, and gave notice to the outposts of 
 the enemy that the decisive hour was at hand. 
 Within forty-eight hours after William had landed, 
 James set out from Dublin for the Irish camp, 
 which was pitched near the northern frontier of 
 Leinster. 
 
 In Dublin the agitation was fearful. None could 
 doubt that the decisive crisis was approaching, and 
 the agony of suspense stimulated to the highest 
 
10 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 point the passions of both the hostile castes. The 
 majority could easily detect, in the looks and tones 
 of the oppressed minority, signs which indicated 
 the hope of a speedy deliverance and of a terrible 
 revenge. Simon Luttrell, to whom the care of the 
 capital was intrusted, hastened to take such pre- 
 cautions as fear and hatred dictated. A proclama- 
 tion appeared, enjoining all Protestants to remain 
 in their houses from nightfall to dawn, and pro- 
 hibiting them, on pain of death, from assembling 
 in any place or for any purpose to the number of 
 more than five. No indulgence was granted even 
 to those divines of the Established Church who 
 had never ceased to teach the doctrine of non- 
 resistance. Doctor William King, who had, after 
 long holding out, lately begun to waver in his 
 political creed, was committed to custody. There 
 was no jail large enough to hold one half of those 
 whom the governor suspected of evil designs. 
 The College and several parish churches were used 
 as prisons ; and into those buildings men accused 
 of no crime but their religion were crowded in 
 such numbers that they could hardly breathe. 
 
 The two rival princes meanwhile were busied 
 in collecting their forces. Loughbrickland was the 
 place appointed by William for the rendezvous of 
 the scattered divisions of his army. While his 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 11 
 
 troops were assembling, he exerted himself inde- 
 fatigably to improve their discipline and to provide 
 for their subsistence. He had brought from Eng- 
 land two hundred thousand pounds in money and 
 a great quantity of ammunition and provisions. 
 Pillaging was prohibited under severe penalties. 
 At the same time, supplies were liberally dis- 
 pensed, and all the paymasters of regiments were 
 directed to send in their accounts without delay, 
 in order that there might be no arrears. Thomas 
 Coningsby, member of Parliament for Leominster, 
 a busy and unscrupulous Whig, accompanied the 
 king, and acted as Paymaster General. It de- 
 serves to be mentioned that William, at this time, 
 authorized the Collector of Customs at Belfast to 
 pay every year twelve hundred pounds into the 
 hands of some of the principal Dissenting min- 
 isters of Down and Antrim, who were to bo 
 trustees for their brethren. The king declared 
 that he bestowed this sum on the Nonconformist 
 divines, partly as a reward for their eminent 
 loyalty to him, and partly as a compensation for 
 their recent losses. Such was the origin of that 
 donation which is still annually bestowed by the 
 government on the Presbyterian clerg}^ of Ulster. 
 William was all himself again. His spirits, 
 depressed by eighteen months parsed in dull state, 
 
12 BATTLE OP THE BOYNE. 
 
 amid factions and intrigues which he but half 
 understood, rose high as soon as he was sur- 
 rounded by tents and standards. It was strange 
 to see how rapidly this man, so unpopular at 
 Westminster, obtained a complete mastery over 
 the hearts of his brethren in arms. They ob- 
 served with delight that, infirm as he was, he took 
 his share of every hardship which they under- 
 went ; that he thought more of their comfort 
 than of his own ; that he sharply reprimanded 
 some officers who were so anxious to procure 
 luxuries for his table as to forget the wants of 
 the common soldiers ; that he never once, from 
 the day on which he took the field, lodged in a 
 house, but, even in the neighborhood of cities 
 and palaces, slept in his small, movable hut of 
 wood ; that no solicitations could induce him, on 
 a hot day and in a high wind, to move out of the 
 choking cloud of dust which overhung the line 
 of march, and which severely tried lungs less 
 delicate than his. Every man under his com- 
 mand became familiar with his looks and with 
 his voice, for there was not a regiment which he 
 did not inspect with minute attention. His 
 pleasant looks and sayings were long remem- 
 bered. One brave soldier has recorded in his 
 journal the kind and courteous manner in which 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 13 
 
 a basket of the first cherries of the year was 
 accepted from him by the king, and the spright- 
 liness with which his majesty conversed at supper 
 with those who stood round the table. 
 
 On the twenty-fourth of June, the tenth day 
 after William's landing, he marched southward 
 from Loughbrickland with all his forces. He 
 was fully determined to take the first opportu- 
 nity of fighting. Scbomberg and some other 
 officers recommended caution and delay ; but 
 the king answered that he had not come to 
 Ireland to let the grass grow under his feet. 
 The event seems to prove that he judged 
 rightly as a general ; that he judged rightly 
 as a statesman can not be doubted. He knew 
 that the English nation was discontented with 
 the way in which the war had hitherto been 
 conducted ; that nothing but rapid and splendid 
 success could revive the enthusiasm of his 
 friends and quell the spirit of his enemies ; 
 and that a defeat could scarcely be more in- 
 jurious to his fame and to his interests than 
 a languid and indecisive campaign. 
 
 The country through which he advanced had 
 during eighteen months, been fearfully wasted 
 both by soldiers and by Rapparees. The cattle 
 had been slaughtered, the plantations had bc^n 
 
14 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 cut down, the fences and houses were in ruins. 
 Not a human being was to be found near the 
 road, except a few naked and meagre wretches, 
 who had no food but the husks of oats, and 
 who were seen picking those husks, like chickens, 
 from amid dust and cinders. Yet, even under 
 such disadvantages, the natural fertility of the 
 country, the rich green of the earth, the bays 
 and rivers so admirably fitted for trade, could 
 not but strike the king's observant eye. Per- 
 haps he thought how different an aspect that 
 unhappy region would have presented if it had 
 been blessed with such a government and such 
 a religion as had made his native Holland the 
 wonder of the world ; how endless a succession 
 of pleasure-houses, tulip-gardens, and dairy-forms 
 would have lined the road from Lisburn to 
 Belfast ; how many hundreds of barges would 
 have been constantly passing up and down the 
 Laggan ; what a forest of masts would have 
 bristled in the desolate port of Newry ; and 
 what vast warehouses and stately mansions 
 would have covered the space occupied by the 
 noisome alleys of Dundalk. " The country," he 
 was heard to say, " is worth fighting for." 
 
 The original intention of James seems to have 
 been to try the chances of a pitched field on the 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 15 
 
 border between Leinster and Ulster. But this 
 design was abandoned, in consequence, appa- 
 rently, of the representations of Lauzun, who, 
 though very little disposed and very little qual- 
 ified to conduct a campaign on the Fabian sys- 
 tem, had the admonitions of Louvois still in his 
 ears. James, though resolved to give up Dub- 
 lin without a battle, consented to retreat till he 
 should reach some spot where he might have 
 the vantage of ground. When, therefore, Wil- 
 liam's advanced guard reached Dundalk, nothing 
 was to be seen of the Irish army, except a 
 great cloud of dust which was slowly rolling 
 southward toward Ardee. The English halted 
 one night near the ground on which Schom- 
 berg's camp had been pitched in the preceding 
 year, and many sad recollections were awakened 
 by the sight of that dreary marsh, the sepulchre 
 of thousands of brave men. 
 
 Still William continued to push forward, and 
 still the Irish receded before him, till, on the 
 morning of Monday, the thirtieth of June, his 
 army, marching in three columns, reached the 
 summit of a rising ground near the southern 
 frontier of the count}?- of Louth. Beneath lay a 
 valley, now so rich and so cheerful that the 
 Englishman who gazes on it may imagine him- 
 
16 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 self to be in one of the most highly-favored 
 parts of his own highly- favored country. Fields 
 of wheat, woodlands, meadows bright with daisies 
 and clover, slope gently down to the edge of 
 the Boyne. That bright and tranquil stream, the 
 boundary of Louth and Meath, having flowed 
 many miles between verdant banks crowned by 
 modern palaces, and by the ruined keeps of old 
 Norman barons of the pale, is here about to 
 mingle with the sea. Five miles to the west of 
 the place from which William looked down on 
 the river, now stands, on a verdant bank amid 
 noble woods, Slane Castle, the mansion of the 
 Marquess of Conyngham. Two miles to the 
 east, a cloud of smoke from factories and steam- 
 vessels overhangs the busy town and port of 
 Drogheda. On the Meath side of the Boyne. 
 the ground, still all corn, grass, flowers, and 
 foliage, rises with a gentle swell to an eminence 
 surmounted by a conspicuous tuft of ash-trees, 
 which overshades the ruined church and deso- 
 late grave-yard of Donore. 
 
 In the seventeenth century the landscape pre- 
 sented a very different aspect. The traces of 
 art and industry were few. Scarcely a vessel 
 was on the river, except those rude coracles of 
 wicker-work, covered with the skins of horses, 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 17 
 
 in which the Celtic peasantry fished for trout and 
 salmon. Drogheda, now peopled by twenty thou- 
 sand industrious inhabitants, was a small knot of 
 narrow, crooked, and filthy lanes, encircled by a 
 ditch and a mound. The houses were built of 
 wood, with high gables and projecting upper 
 stories. Without the walls of the town, scarcely 
 a dwelling was to be seen, except at a place 
 called Oldbridge. At Oldbridge the river was 
 fordable, and on the south of the ford were a 
 few mud cabins, and a single house built of 
 more solid materials. 
 
 When William caught sight of the valley of 
 the Boyne, he could not suppress an exclama- 
 tion and a gesture of delight. He had been 
 apprehensive that the enemy would avoid a 
 decisive action, and would protract the war till 
 the autumnal rains should return with pesti- 
 lence in their train. He was now at ease. It 
 was plain that the contest would be sharp and 
 short. The pavilion of James was pitched on 
 the eminence of Donore. The flags of the house 
 of Stuart and of the house of Bourbon waved 
 together in defiance on the walls of Drogheda. 
 All the southern bank of the river was lined 
 by the camp and batteries of the hostile army. 
 Thousands of armed men were moving about 
 
18 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 among the tents, and every one, horse-soldier 
 or foot-soldier, French or Irish, had a white 
 badge in his hat. The color had been chosen 
 in compliment to the house of Bourbon. "I 
 am glad to see you, gentlemen," said the king, 
 as his keen eye surveyed the Irish lines. "If 
 you escape now, the fault will be mine." 
 
 Each of the contending princes had some ad- 
 vantages over his rival. James, standing on the 
 defensive, behind intrenchments, with a river 
 before him, had the stronger position, but his 
 troups were inferior both in number and in 
 quality to those which were opposed to him. 
 He probably had thirty thousand men. About 
 a third part of this force consisted of excellent 
 French infantry and excellent Irish cavalry. But 
 the rest of his army was the scoff of all Europe. 
 The Irish dragoons were bad ; the Irish infantry 
 worse. It was said that their ordinary way of 
 fighting was to discharge their pieces once, and 
 then to run away bawling " Quarter " and 
 "Murder." Their inefficiency was, in that age, 
 commonly imputed, both by their enemies and 
 by their allies, to natural poltroonery. How 
 little grounds there was for such an imputa- 
 tion has since been signally proved by many 
 heroic achievements in every part of the globe. 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 19 
 
 It ought, indeed, even in the seventeenth cen- 
 tury, to have occurred to reasonable men, that 
 a race which furnished some of the best horse- 
 soldiers in the world would certainly, with judi- 
 cous training, furnish good foot-soldiers. But 
 the Irish foot-soldiers had not merely not been 
 well trained ; they had been elaborately ill 
 trained. The greatest of our generals repeatedly 
 and emphatically declared that even the admir- 
 able army which fought its way, under his com- 
 mand, from Torres Yedras to Toulouse, would, 
 if he had suffered it to contract habits of pil- 
 lage, have become, in a few weeks, unfit for 
 all military purposes. What, then, was likely to 
 be the character of the troops who, from the day 
 on which they enlisted, were not merely per- 
 mitted, but invited to supply the deficiencies of 
 pay by marauding? They were, as might have 
 been expected, a mere mob — furious indeed, and 
 clamorous in their zeal for the cause which 
 they had espoused, but incapable of opposing a 
 steadfast resistance to a well-ordered force. In 
 truth, all that the discipline, if it is to be so 
 called, of James's army had done for the Celtic 
 kerne had been to debase and enervate him. 
 After eighteen months of nominal soldiership he 
 was positively farther from being a soldier than 
 
20 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 on the day on which he quitted his hovel for 
 the camp. 
 
 William had under his command nearly thirty- 
 six thousand men, born in many lands and speak- 
 ing many tongues. Scarcely one Protestant 
 Church, scarcely one Protestant nation, was un- 
 represented in the army which a strange series 
 of events had brought to fight for the Protestant 
 religion in the remotest island of the West. 
 About half the troops were natives of England. 
 Ormond was there with the Life Guards, 
 and Oxford with the Blues. Sir John Lanier, 
 an officer who had acquired military experi- 
 ence on the Continent, and whose prudence 
 was held in high esteem, was at the head of the 
 Queen's Regiment of Horse, now the First Dra- 
 goon Guards. There were Beamont's foot, who 
 had, in defiance of the mandate of James, re- 
 fused to admit papists among them, and Hast- 
 ings's foot, who had, on the disastrous day of Kil- 
 liecrankie, maintained the military reputation of 
 the Saxon race. There were two Tangier battal- 
 ions, hitherto known only by deeds of violence and 
 rapine, but destined to begin, on the following 
 morning, a long career of glory. The Scotch 
 Guards marched under the command of their 
 countryman James Douglas. Two fine British 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 21 
 
 regiments which had been in the service of the 
 States-General, and had often looked death in 
 the face under William's leading, followed him 
 in this campaign, not only as their general, but 
 as their native king. They now rank as the fifth 
 and sixth of the line. The former was led by 
 an officer who had no skill in the higher parts 
 of military science, but whom the whole army 
 allowed to be the bravest of all the brave, 
 John Cutts. Conspicuous among the Dutch 
 troops were Portland's and Ginkell's horse, and 
 Solme's Blue Regiment, consisting of two thou- 
 sand of the finest infantry in Europe. Germany 
 had sent to the field some warriors sprung 
 from her noblest houses. Prince George of 
 Hesse Darmstadt, a gallant youth who was 
 serving his apprenticeship in the military art, 
 rode near the king. A strong brigade of 
 Danish mercenaries was commanded by Duke 
 Charles Frederick of Wirtemberg, a near kins- 
 man of the head of his illustrious family. It 
 was reported that, of all the soldiers of William, 
 these were most dreaded by the Irish, for cen- 
 turies of Saxon domination had not effaced the 
 recollection of the violence and cruelty of the 
 Scandinavian sea-kings ; and an ancient prophecy 
 that the Danes would one day destroy the 
 
22 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 children of the soil was still repeated with 
 superstitious horror. Among the foreign auxi- 
 liaries were a Brandenburg regiment and a Fin- 
 land regiment. But in that great array, so 
 variously composed, were two bodies of men 
 animated by a spirit peculiarly fierce and im- 
 placable, the Huguenots of France thirsting for 
 the blood of the French, and the Euglishry of 
 Ireland impatient to trample down the Irish. 
 The ranks of the refugees had been effectually 
 purged of spies and traitors, and were made 
 up of men such as had contended in the pre- 
 ceding century against the power of the house 
 of Yalois and the genius of the house of Lor- 
 raine. All the boldest spirits of the uncon- 
 querable colony had repaired to William's camp. 
 Mitchelburne was there with the stubborn de- 
 fenders of Londonderry, and Wolsely with the 
 warriors who had raised the shout of " Ad- 
 vance " on the day of Newton Butler. Sir 
 Albert Conyngham, the ancestor of the noble 
 family whose seat overlooks the Boyne, had 
 brought from the neighborhood of Lough Erne 
 a gallant regiment of dragoons, which still 
 glories in the name of Enniskillen, and which 
 has proved on the shores of the Euxine that 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 23 
 
 it has not degenerated since the day of the 
 Boyne. 
 
 Walker, notwithstanding his advanced age and 
 his peaceful profession, accompanied the men of 
 Londonderry, and tried to animate their zeal, 
 by exhortation and by example. He was now 
 a great prelate. Ezekiel Hopkins had taken 
 refuge from Popish persecutors and Presbyterian 
 rebels in the city of London, had brought himself 
 to swear allegiance to the government, had obtained 
 a cure, and had died in the performance of the 
 humble duties of a parish priest. William, on his 
 march through Louth, learned that the rich see of 
 Deny was at his disposal. He instantly made choice 
 of Walker to be the new bishop. The brave old 
 man, during the few hours of life which remained 
 to him, was overwhelmed with salutations and 
 congratulations. Unhappily, he had, during the 
 siege in which he had so highly distinguished 
 himself, contracted a passion for war, and he easily 
 persuaded himself that, in indulging this passion, 
 he was discharging a duty to his country and his 
 religion. He ought to have remembered that 
 the peculiar circumstances which had justified him 
 in becoming a combatant had ceased to exist, and 
 that, in a disciplined army led by generals of long 
 experience and great fame, a fighting divine was 
 
24 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 likely to give less help than scandal. The bishop 
 elect was determined to be wherever danger was, 
 and the way in which he exposed himself excited 
 the extreme disgust of his royal patron, who hated 
 a meddler almost as much as a coward. A soldier 
 who ran away from battle and a gownsman who 
 pushed himself into a battle were the two objects 
 which most strongly excited William's spleen. 
 
 It was still early in the day. The king rode 
 slowly along the northern bank of the river, and 
 closely examined the position of the Irish, from 
 whom he was sometimes separated by an interval 
 of little more than two hundred feet. He was 
 accompanied by Schomberg, Ormond, Sidney, 
 Solmes, Prince George of Hesse, Coningsby, and 
 others. "Their army is but small," said one of 
 the Dutch officers. Indeed, it did not appear to 
 consist of more than sixteen thousand men. 
 But it was well known, from the reports 
 brought by deserters, that many regiments were 
 concealed from view by the undulations of the 
 ground. "They may be stronger than they 
 look," said William ; " but, weak or strong, I 
 will soon know all about them." 
 
 At length he alighted at a spot nearly oppo- 
 site to Oldbridge, sat down on the turf to rest 
 himself, and called for breakfast. The sumpter 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 25 
 
 horses were unloaded ; the canteens were opened, 
 and a table-cloth was spread on the grass. 
 The place is marked by an obelisk, built while 
 many veterans who could well remember the 
 events of that day were still living. 
 
 William was at his repast, a group of horse- 
 men appeared close to the water on the oppo- 
 site shore. Among them his attendants could 
 discern some who had once been conspicuous 
 at reviews in Hyde Park and at balls in the 
 gallery of Whitehall — the youthful Berwick, the 
 small, fair-haired Lauzun, Tyrconnel, once ad- 
 mired by maids of honor as the model of 
 manly vigor and beauty, but now bent down 
 by years and crippled by gout, and, overtop- 
 ping all, the stately head of Sarsfield. 
 
 The chiefs of the Irish army soon discovered 
 that the person who, surrounded by a splendid 
 circle, was breakfasting on the opposite bank, 
 was the Prince of Orange. They sent for artil- 
 lery. Two field-pieces, screened from view by a 
 troop of cavalry, were brought down almost to 
 the brink of the river, and placed behind a 
 hedge. William, who had just risen from his 
 meal, and was again in the saddle, was the 
 mark of both guns. The first shot struck one 
 of the holsters of Prince George of Hesse, and 
 
26 BATTLE OF THE COYNE. 
 
 brought his horse to the ground. "Ah!" cried 
 the king, " the poor prince is killed." As the 
 words passed his lips, he was himself hit by a 
 second ball, a six-pounder. It merely tore his 
 coat, grazed his shoulder, and drew two or three 
 ounces of blood. Both armies saw that the shot 
 had taken effect, for the king sank down for a 
 moment on his horse's neck. A yell of exul- 
 tation rose from the Irish camp. The English 
 and their allies were in dismay. Solmes flung 
 himself prostrate on the earth, and burst into 
 tears. But William's deportment soon reassured 
 his friends. " There is no harm done," he said ; 
 "but the bullet came quite near enough." 
 Coningsby put his handkerchief to the wound ; 
 a surgeon was sent for ; a plaster was applied ; 
 and the king, as soon as the dressing was 
 inishcd, rode round all the posts of his army 
 amid loud acclamations. Such was the energy 
 of his spirit, that, in spite of his feeble health, 
 in spite of his recent hurt, he was that day 
 nineteen hours on horse-back. 
 
 A cannonade was kept up on both sides till 
 the evening. William observed with especial 
 attention the effect produced by the Irish shots 
 on the English regiments which had never been 
 in action, and declared himself satisfied with the 
 
BATTLE OF TIIE BOYNE. 27 
 
 result. "All is right,'' he said; ."they stand 
 fire well." Long after sunset he made a final 
 inspection of his forces by torchlight, and gave 
 orders that everything should be ready for for- 
 cing a passage across the river on the morrow. 
 Every soldier was to put a green bough in his 
 hat. The baggage and great-coats were to be 
 left under a guard. The word was Westminster. 
 
 The king's resolution to attack the Irish was 
 not approved by all his lieutenants. Schomberg, 
 in particular, pronounced the experiment too 
 hazardous, and when his opinion was overruled, 
 he retired to his tent in no very good humor. 
 When the order of battle was delivered to him, 
 he muttered that he had been more used to 
 give such orders than to receive them. For this 
 little fit of sullenness, very pardonable in a 
 general who had won great victories when his 
 master was still a child, the brave veteran made, 
 on the following morning, a noble atonement. 
 
 The first of July dawned — a day which has 
 never since returned without exciting strong 
 emotions of very different kinds in the two 
 populations which divide Ireland. The sun rose 
 bright and cloudless. Soon after four both 
 armies were in motion. William ordered his 
 right wing, under the command of Meinhart 
 
28 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 Schomberg, one of the duke's sons, to march 
 to the bridge of Slane, some miles up the river, 
 to cross there, and to turn the left flank of the 
 Irish army. Meinhart Schomberg was assisted 
 by Portland and Douglas. James, anticipating 
 some such design, had already sent to the bridge 
 a regiment of dragoons, commanded b}^ Sir Neil 
 O'Neil. O'Neil behaved himself like a brave 
 gentleman ; but he soon received a mortal wound ; 
 his men fled ; and the English right wing passed 
 the river. 
 
 This move made Lauzun uneasy. What if the 
 English right wing should get into the rear of the 
 army of James ? About four miles south of the 
 Boyne was a place called Duleek, where the road 
 to Dublin was so narrow that two cars could not 
 pass each other, and where on both sides of 
 the road lay a morass which afforded no firm 
 footing, If Meinhart Schomberg should occupy 
 this spot, it would be impossible for the Irish 
 to retreat. They must either conquer, or be cut 
 off to a man. Disturbed by this apprehension, 
 the French general marched with his country- 
 men, and with Sarsfielcl's horse, in the direc- 
 tion of Slane Bridge. Thus the fords near Old- 
 bridge were left to be defended by the Irish alone. 
 
 It was now near ten o'clock. William put 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 29 
 
 himself at the head of his left wing, which was 
 composed exclusively of cavalry, and prepared 
 to pass the river not far above Drogheda. The 
 centre of his army, which consisted almost ex- 
 clusively of foot, was intrusted to the command 
 of Schomberg and was marshalled opposite to 
 Oldbridge. At Oldbridge the whole Irish infantry 
 had been collected. The Meath bank bristled 
 with pikes and bayonets. A fortification had been 
 made by French engineers out of the hedges and 
 buildings ; and a breastwork had been thrown 
 up close to the water side. Tyrconnel was there ; 
 and under him were Richard Hamilton and 
 Antrim. 
 
 Schomberg gave the word. Solmes's Blues were 
 the first to move. They marched gallantly, with 
 drums beating, to the brink of the Boyne. Then 
 the drums stopped, and the men, ten abreast, 
 descended into' the water. Next plunged London- 
 derry and Enniskillen. A little to the left of 
 Londonderry and Enniskillen, Caillemot crossed at 
 the head of a long column of French refugees. A 
 little to the left of Caillemot and his refugees, the 
 main body of the English infantry struggled 
 through the river, up to their armpits in 
 water,- Still farther down the stream the Danes 
 found another ford. In a few minutes, the Boyne, 
 
30 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 for a quarter of a mile, was alive with muskets 
 and green boughs. 
 
 It was not till the assailants had reached the 
 middle of the channel that they became aware of 
 the whole difficulty and danger of the service 
 in which they were engaged. They had as yet 
 seen little more than half the hostile army. 
 Now whole regiments of foot and horse seemed 
 to start out of the earth. A wild shout of defiance 
 rose from the whole shore ; during one moment 
 the event seemed doubtful, but the Protestants 
 pressed resolutely forward, and in another moment 
 the whole Irish line gave way. Tyrconnel looked 
 on in helpless despair. He did not want personal 
 courage ; but his military skill was so small that 
 he hardly ever reviewed his regiment in the 
 Phoenix Park without committing some blunder ; 
 and to rally the ranks which were breaking all 
 round him was no task for a general who had sur- 
 vived the energy of his body and of his mind, and 
 yet had still the rudiments of his profession to 
 learn. Several of his best officers fell while vainly 
 endeavoring to prevail on their soldiers to look 
 the Dutch Blues in the face. Richard Hamilton 
 ordered a body of foot to fall on the French ref- 
 ugees, who were still deep in water. He led the 
 way, and, accompanied by several courageous 
 
BATTLE OP THE BOYNE. 31 
 
 gentlemen, advanced, sword in hand, into the 
 river. But neither his commands nor his example 
 could infuse courage into that mob of cow-stealers. 
 He was left almost alone, and retired from the 
 bank in despair. Farther down the river, Antrim's 
 division ran like sheep at the approach of the 
 English column. Whole regiments flung away 
 arms, colors, and cloaks, and scampered off to the 
 hills without striking a blow o»r firing a shot. 
 
 It required many years and many heroic exploits 
 to take away the reproach which that ignominious 
 rout left on the Irish name ; yet, even before the day 
 closed, it was abundantly proved that the reproach 
 was unjust. Richard Hamilton put himself at the 
 head of the cavalry, and, under his command, they 
 made a gallant, though an unsuccessful attempt to 
 retrieve the day. The}' maintained a desperate 
 fight in the bed of the river with Solmes's Blues. 
 They drove the Danish brigade back into the 
 stream. They fell impetuously on the Huguenot 
 regiments, which, not being provided with pikes, 
 then ordinarily used by foot to repel horse, began 
 to give ground. " Caillemot, while encouraging his 
 fellow-exiles, received a mortal wound in the thigh. 
 Four of his men carried him back across the ford 
 to his tent. As he passed, he continued to urge 
 forward the rear ranks, which were still up to the 
 
32 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 breast in the water. ' ; On, on, my lads ; to glory, 
 to glory." Schomberg, who had remained on the 
 northern bank, and who had thence watched the 
 progress of his troops with the eye of a general, 
 now thought that the emergency required from 
 him the personal exertion of a soldier. Those who 
 stood about him besought him in vain to put on 
 his cuirass. Without defensive armor, he rode 
 through the river, and rallied the refugees whom 
 the fall of Caillemot had dismayed. " Come on," 
 he cried in French, pointing to the Popish 
 squadrons, "come on, gentlemen ; there are your 
 persecutors." Those were his last words. As he 
 spoke, a band of Irish horse-men rushed upon 
 him and encircled him for a moment. When 
 they retired he was on the ground. His 
 friends raised him, but he was already a 
 corpse. Two sabre wounds were on his head, and 
 a bullet from a carbine was lodged in his neck. 
 Almost at the same moment, Walker, while ex- 
 horting the colonists of Ulster to play the men, 
 was shot dead. During near half an hour the 
 battle continued to rage along the southern shore 
 of the river. All was smoke, dust, and din. Old 
 soldiers were heard to say that they had seldom 
 seen sharper work in the Low Countries. But, 
 just at this conjuncture, William came up with the 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 33 
 
 left wing. He had found much difficulty in crossing. 
 The tide was running fast. His charger had been 
 forced to swim, and had been almost lost in the 
 mud. As soon as the king was on firm ground, he 
 took his sword in his left hand — for his right arm 
 was stiff with his wound and his bandage- — and led 
 his men to the place where the fight was the hot- 
 test. His arrival decided the fate of the day. Yet 
 the Irish horse retired fighting obstinately. It was 
 long remembered among the Protestants of Ulster 
 that, in the midst of the tumult, William rode to 
 the head of the Enniskilleners. " What will you 
 do for me ? " he cried. He was not immediately 
 recognized, and one trooper, taking him for an 
 enemy, was about to fire. William gently put 
 aside the carbine. " What," said he, " do you not 
 know your friends ?." " It is his majesty," said the 
 colonel. The ranks of sturdy Protestant yeomanry 
 set up a shout of joy. "Gentlemen," said Wil- 
 liam, "you shall be my guards to-day. I have 
 heard much of you. Let me see something of 
 you." One of the most remarkable peculiarities of 
 this man, ordinarily so saturnine and reserved, was 
 that danger acted on him like wine, opened his 
 heart, loosened his tongue, and took away all ap- 
 pearance of constraint from his manner. On this 
 memorable day he was seen wherever the peril was 
 
34 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 greatest. One ball struck the cap of his pistol ; 
 another carried of the heel of his jack-boot ; but 
 his lieutenants in vain implored him to retire to 
 some station from which he could give his orders 
 without exposing a life so valuable to Europe. 
 His troops, animated by his example, gained 
 ground fast. The Irish cavalry made their last 
 stand at a house called Plottin Castle, about a 
 mile and a half south of Oldbridge. There the 
 Enniskilleners were repelled with the loss of fifty 
 men, and were hotly pursued, till William rallied 
 them, and turned the chase back. In this en- 
 counter, Richard Hamilton, who had done all that 
 could be done by valor to retrieve a reputation 
 forfeited by perfidy, was severely wounded, taken 
 prisoner, and instantly brought, through the smoke 
 and over the carnage, before the prince whom he had 
 so foully wronged. On no occasion did the character 
 of William show itself in a more striking manner. 
 "Is this business over? 7 ' he said, "or will your 
 horse make more fight ? " " On my honor, sir," an- 
 swered Hamilton, " I believe that they will." "Your 
 honor ! " muttered William, " your honor ! " That 
 half-suppressed exclamation was the only revenge 
 which he condescended to take for an injury for 
 which so many sovereigns, far more affable and 
 gracious in their ordinary deportment, would have 
 
BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 35 
 
 exacted a terrible retribution. Then, restraining 
 himself, he ordered his own surgeon to look to the 
 hurts of the captive. 
 
 And now the battle was over. Hamilton was 
 mistaken in thinking that his horse would continue 
 to fight. Whole troops had been cut to pieces. 
 One fine regiment had only thirty unwounded 
 men left. It was enough that these gallant sol- 
 diers had disputed the field till they were left 
 without support, or hope, or guidance, till their 
 bravest leader was a captive, and till their king 
 had fled. 
 
 The slaughter had been less than on any 
 battle-field of equal importance and celebrity. Of 
 the Irish, only about fifteen hundred had fallen, 
 but they were almost all cavalry, the flower 
 of the army, brave and well-disciplined men, 
 whose place could not be easily supplied. Wil- 
 liam gave strict orders that there should be no 
 unnecessary bloodshed, and enforced those orders 
 by an act of laudable severity. One of his 
 soldiers, after the fight was over, butchered 
 three defenceless Irishmen who asked for quar- 
 ter. The king ordered the murderer to be 
 hanged on the spot. 
 
 The loss of the conquerors did not exceed 
 five hundred men, but among them was the 
 
36 BATTLE OF THE BOYNE. 
 
 first captain in Europe. To his corpse every 
 honor was paid. The only cemetery in which 
 so illustrious a warrior, slain in arms for the 
 liberties and religion of England, could properly 
 be laid, was that venerable abbey, hallowed 
 by the dust of many generations of princes, 
 heroes, and poets. It was announced that the 
 brave veteran should have a public funeral at 
 "Westminster. In the meantime, his corpse was 
 embalmed with such skill as could be found 
 in the camp, and was deposited in a leaden coffin. 
 
Just Published, 
 
 THE FOLLOWING 
 
 BY THE BEST ARTISTS IN THIS COUNTRY AND EUROPE. 
 
 Franklin at the Court of St. James. 
 
 LONDON, 1774. 
 
 Painted by C. SCHUESSELE. Engraved by WHITECHURCH. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 35x24 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 32x44 inches. Frame, 30x40 inches. 
 
 In Bancroft's History of the United States we have a graphic descrip- 
 tion of this striking scene, arising from one of the most important of 
 Franklin's official transactions with his country, and which greatly 
 accelerated the course of events resulting in the independence of the 
 Colonies. 
 
 This magnificent picture is one of the largest ever published in the 
 country. It is engraved on steel, and beautifully finished in a superb 
 style of line aud stipple, mezzotinto being entirely rejected. 
 
 The engraving is from a magnificent painting in oil, by C. Schuessele, 
 of Philadelphia, which, for masterly grouping, splendid arrangement of 
 effect and color, and perfect accuracy of portraiture and costume, is uni- 
 versally conceded to be one of the finest national pictures in the country, 
 and has excited the greatest attention wherever exhibited 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
CHRISTIAN'S VISION. 
 
 COMPANION PICTURE TO MERCY'S DREAM. 
 
 ^ graatiful Steel |Uaie ©ngrabing. 
 
 Painted by JAMES BURNS. Engraved by GEO. E. PERINE. 
 
 Size of Engkaved Soeface, 18x25 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x30 inches. 
 
 To those who may be conversant with Bunyan's Great Allegory — The 
 Pilgrim's Progress — a description of this most impressive scene, so forci- 
 bly depicted in the engraving, may seem unnecessary. Christian's journey 
 from the City of Destruction to the Celestial City, presents to the mind 
 a continuous series of vivid scenes unlike to, and far grander than, any 
 other Allegory. 
 
 Christian had been toiling upon his heavenly journey, beset with 
 doubts and fears. Weeping over his condition, he presses forward. 
 Evangelist had instructed him to "Flee from the wrath to come." In 
 his burdened, tattered condition, and at times wellnigh overcome, he 
 found no relief, until suddenly, 
 
 "Behold! three Shining Ones 
 
 came to him, and saluted him with ' Peace be to thee /' So the first said 
 to him, 'Thy sins be forgiven thee.' The second stripped him of his rags 
 and clothed him with change of raiment ; the third also set a mark on 
 his forehead, and gave him a roll with a seal upon it, which she bid him 
 look on as he ran, and that he should give it in at the celestial gate ! 
 This roll was the assurance of his life, and acceptance at the desired 
 haven. " 
 
 "Peace be to thee — all declaring, 
 One forgives him all his sin, 
 One a change of raiment bearing, 
 Clothes without and clothes within : 
 
 "Then the third, her finger tracing — 
 Prints a mark upon his brow, 
 And a roll her hand embracing, 
 With a signet seal below." 
 
 Christian's tattered burden lays at his feet. He is presented clothed in 
 his new garments, and in the act of receiving the roll. 
 
 The three angels, messengers of love and mercy, are completing their 
 mission, and are represented as about returning to their native atmos- 
 phere of heaven, to carol sweet anthems of praise "To him that re- 
 deemed and washed us in his own precious blood. " 
 
 Price — Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
MERCY'S DREAM. 
 
 COMPANION PICTURE TO CHRISTIAN'S VISION. 
 A. F I 3XT E STEEL ENO-RAVINa 
 
 Painted by D. HUNTINGTON. Engraved by OLDEN BARLOW. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 18x25 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x30 inches. 
 
 This is one of the most picturesque touches of Bunyan's Pilgrim's 
 Progress. The artist, iu this fine Steel Engraving, represents Mercy, 
 tired and oppressed with the heat of the day, lying down to rest. The 
 Dream follows, in which she sees an angel descending from the realms 
 of Peace, places a chain upon her neck, and earrings in her ears, and a 
 beautiful crown of glory upon her head. The angel points to heaven, 
 from which pours a flood of brightness that shines full upon Mercy. We 
 have set before us, in this allegory, a beautiful illustration of Christian 
 female character. In the companion picture we illustrate the spiritual 
 life of a Christian man; but in this engraving it is Christian womanhood 
 that is honored in the representation of motherly influence, and sisterly 
 companionship, and female piety, and filial following, and all the circum- 
 stances that go to make up the character of domestic Christian discipline, 
 tempered by the spirit of home religion. 
 
 "Blessed be tho clay that I began 
 A pilgrim for to be, 
 And blessed also be that man 
 That thereto moved me. 
 
 "'Tis true 'twas long ere I began 
 To seek to live lorever; 
 But now I run fast as I can — 
 'Tis better late than never. 
 
 "Our tears to joy, our fears to faith, 
 Are turned as we see 
 That our beginning (as one saith) 
 Shows what our end will be." 
 
 This beautiful Eugraving and work of art should find room on the 
 walls of every Christian family throughout the country. 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
Ju 
 
 Painted by G. E. HICKS. Engraved by R. B. PARKES. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 19x21 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 The artist has beautifully depicted this fine thought into reality itself. 
 Upon the floor, playing with a ball, which is drawn by the mother, is one 
 of those treasures which God, in his kindness, sends to us ; only a baby 
 — but, yet, that baby is a well-spring of joy, sent to illumine the mother's 
 life. It is engraved on fine steel, and should not fail to be in every 
 home. The picture teems with love and beauty. 
 
 Price — Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
 !•«• m 
 
 Painted by G-. SMITH. Engraved by R. B. PARKES. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 19x24 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 " Home Treasures" is a most exquisite mate to the above, and is a 
 fine English Steel Engraving from the celebrated painting by George 
 Smith. In a willow cradle sleeps the precious "Home Treasure." The 
 mother, with fond pride, has just drawn the curtains, to show to the 
 little sister, who stands with folded hands, her baby brother. Upon the 
 floor is seen the baby's constant companion— the rattle. In all, it makes 
 a beautiful picture, and should never fail to hang side by side with " The 
 Sunshine of Life.' : 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
REPOSE OF THE DEER. 
 
 Painted by COTTIN. Engraved by V. BALCH. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 18x2G inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x30 inches. 
 
 This is a fine line Steel Engraving, -which ought to have a place in 
 every household. The family of deer which is represented, is a picture 
 of perfect love and happiness. The figures are placed in bold relief, 
 ■with a grove and hills for a background. The buck is the central figure, 
 seeming to hold guard over his treasure ; the doe lies quietly reposing, 
 ■while around, the fawns are gambolling, unconscious of danger. A little 
 goldfinch kindly looks on, and sings his lay of contentment. The light 
 and shade of the picture is finely executed, and the whole makes one of 
 the finest steel engravings ever published. 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
 WASHINGTON AND FAMILY. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 25x19 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 This picture should be familiar to every true American household. It 
 represents "the Father of his Country," seated at a table, surrounded 
 by his family; his wife is seated opposite, while the two children stand 
 respectively by their parents ; to complete the group, the old family 
 servant, William Lee, maintains his place behind Mrs. Washington's 
 chair. The picture is new, and should meet the approval of every one 
 who owns George Washington as "the Father of his Country." 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
Mliiil All FAMILY. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 25x19 inches. Pkinted on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Fkame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 A companion picture to the former; represents the martyred President 
 sitting in a large arm chair, with his family surrounding. On the table 
 lies "The Proclamation of Freedom," for which our lamented President 
 sacrificed his life. From the open window is seen the dome of the 
 CapitoL The figures are finety executed, and placed in artistic positions. 
 The Engraving is finely finished, and recommends itself to every one's 
 good taste. 
 
 Price — Framed, $ Unframed, % 
 
 GRANT AND FAMILY. 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 25x19 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches-. 
 
 A companion picture to "Washington and Family" and "Lincoln and 
 Family." This picture is a new fine line Steel Engraving, and is a fine 
 representation of an American family. The scene represents Mr. and Mrs. 
 Grant, with their four children. The artist has succeeded in giving the 
 figures an air of naturalness which immediately strikes the eye of an 
 admirer of steel plates. This picture deserves, and should have, a place 
 on the walls of every American home. 
 
 Price — Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
ENGRAVED ON STEEL, by JOHN BROMLEY. 
 Painted by M. L. SHARP. 
 
 Size of Engkaved Surface, 16x21 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 This beautiful idea is embodied in the form of a young and lovely girl, 
 kneeling in prayer, in the quiet and seclusion of her chamber. The rays 
 of the bright moon, coming through the open window, throw upon her 
 form a heavenly brightness, while her upraised eyes seem to be looking 
 for that blessed way so dear to her. Truly, this is an exquisite gem. 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
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 COJiPANION TO DYING SOLDIER, 
 
 Size of Engraved Surface, 18x22 inches. Printed on Heavy Paper, 
 24x32 inches. Frame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 One cannot look upon this beautiful Steel Engraving without feeling a 
 pang of pity for those poor ones who are left fatherless by the late Rebel- 
 lion, and alone in this cold and cheerless world, to mourn the loss of 
 father and mother. The scene is laid in a country churchyard ; in the 
 background is the quaint old country church, whose sides are covered 
 with ivy, while in the belfry can be seen the time-honored bell, which 
 rings alike for joy and grief. By a grave is seated the oldest, who looks 
 with mournful eyes where lies all she holds dear ; by her side stands the 
 next youngest, with a basket of flowers, with which to strew the sacred 
 spot ; at their feet, in innocent slumber, sleeps the youngest ; and, to 
 complete the group, the ever-faithful dog gazes wistfully in their faces. 
 Hovering over all, are seen the shadowy outlines of their dear departed 
 mother. The whole makes one of the finest Steel Engravings published 
 
 in America. 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, 9 
 
COMPANION TO THE ORPHANS. 
 
 Size oj? Engkaved Subface, 18x22 inches. Printed on Heavy Papek, 
 24x32 inches. Feame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 This exquisite picture, so vividly portrayed upon fine steel, is the mate 
 to The Orphans. Upon the blood-red battle-field lies a soldier, mortally 
 wounded, and, in his last struggle with the grim conqueror, draws from 
 his bosom a picture of the dear ones at home. Around are lying the 
 implements of war : here, a dismounted cannon — there, the bursted 
 shell; while men and horses lie in a mangled mass upon the ground. In 
 the background may be seen the smoke of burning dwellings, and still 
 further on, is the fearful slaughter. Above all these, the artist has 
 drawn, with artistic beauty, the thoughts of the wounded and dying 
 soldier. His wife and children are represented as seated at their fireside 
 at home, where he will never see them more. This almost matchless 
 gem has a strange fascination about it, and too much cannot be said in 
 its praise. 
 
 Price — Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
 SURRENDER OF GENERAL LEE. 
 
 Size of Engbaved Subface, 25x18 inches. Pbinted on Heavy Papeb, 
 24x32 inches. Fbame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 This ever-memorable event in the annals of American history, is finely 
 brought to light in this magnificent Steel Engraving. The prominent 
 figures, Gens. Grant and Lee, stand beneath the shade of a large tree, 
 while the attendants stand a little on either side. In the distance is seen 
 the Confederate camp, with arms stacked. The village of Appomattox 
 C. H. forms a picturesque background. The Engraving is new, and 
 ranks among the first in America. 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
BY-MAI&9 
 
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 Size of Engeavkd Subface, 20|x33 inches. Printed on Heavy Papee, 
 32x44 inches. Fbame, 26x38 inches. 
 
 A merry-making in the olden time — 
 
 "When the merry bells ring round, 
 And the jocund rebecs sound, 
 To many a youth and many a maid, 
 Dancing in the chequered shade, 
 And young and old came forth to play 
 On a sunshine holiday." 
 
 In this beautiful Engraving we have one of those delightful pictures of 
 rural festivity that, in simplicity and true enjoyment, closely accords with 
 those of our own time. In the foreground are several fine groups of both 
 young and old, enjoying themselves in the dance in true rustic fashion. 
 To those who have passed much time amid village scenes, this picture 
 must prove an everlasting memento. 
 
 Price— Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
 THE LAST SUPPER. 
 
 Painted by LEONARDO DE VINCI. Engraved by J. C. M. REA. 
 
 Size of Engeaved Sueface, 18x25 inches. Peinted on Heavy Papee, 
 24x32 inches. Fbame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 This is taken from the magnificent oil painting of Leonardo de Vinci, 
 and is, without a doubt, one of the finest Steel Engravings in the country. 
 Seated around the table, is the Lord, with his twelve disciples. He has 
 just spoken of his betrayal, and the wounded and wondering looks of the 
 disciples as they say "Lord, is it I?" is beautifully portrayed. 
 
 Price— framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
Engraved by J. A. O'NEAL. Painted by M. CLAYTON. 
 
 Size of Engbaved Sukface, 19x24 inches. Printed on Heavy Papbb, 
 24x32 inches. Feame, 22x28 inches. 
 
 "Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the 
 Kingdom of Heaven." 
 
 1 The style and conception of this picture are entirely original, nothing 
 of the kind having ever before been produced. This beautiful picture 
 could be no better illustrated than by those celebrated artists, who have 
 spared no labor in making this picture one of the best works of art. Its 
 greatest beauty consists in sublimity, which is wrought up to the highest 
 degree, and yet perfectly true to nature. The light and shade are in 
 such strong contrast, yet so harmoniously blended as to produce the 
 most pleasing effect. The attitudes of the children could be no better 
 illustrated than is here done. Christ is surrounded by persons of all 
 ages, who are admirably grouped, while he teaches them the great and 
 all-important lessons of confidence in God and contentment with their 
 lot. The expression of fear and dismay is accurately represented in 
 some, while others recognize their Lord and Master's form, and are 
 ready to fly to him. 
 
 No Christian family should be without one of these beautiful pictures, 
 as it is an ornament to the home of all good people. It is also instruc- 
 tive to the young, as it tends to impress upon their minds the duties they 
 owe to the Church, and source from which we derive our blessings. 
 
 Price — Framed, $ Unframed, $ 
 
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