L I 5 RAR.Y OF THE UN IVLR.SITY or ILLINOIS 823 IS29 V. I The person charging this material is re- sponsible for its return to the library from which it was withdrawn on or before the Latest Date stamped below. Theft, mutilation, and underlining of books are reasons for disciplinary action and may result in dismissal from the University. To renew call Telephone Center, 333-8400 UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN L161— O-1096 STORIES OF WATERLOO; AND OTHER TALES. Pciiod of honour as of woes, Wliat bright careers 'twas ihine to close ! Scott. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. 1. LONDON: HENRY COLBURN AND RICHARD BENTLEY NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1829. I'RINTLD BY A. J.VAIPV, U E D HON COURT, FiFi T SI uni CONTENTS THE FIRST VOLUME. MY OWN ADVENTURE THE DETACHMENT . . . . THE ADVENTURE OF THE CAPTAIN OF GRENADIERS THE ROUTE THE OUTLAW'S STORY THE MARCH SARSFIELD FRANK KENNEDY «. THE STORY OF COLONEL HILSON Page 1 29 55 83 99 119 133 185 243 MY OWN ADVENTURE, VOL. I. MY OWN ADVENTURE. You don't mean marriage, I hope ? The Inconstant, I HAVE been eccentric from my cradle. At Eton I was called an odd boy, and at Oxford was considered a character. At twenty-one T came into possession of my property ; it was a moderate inheritance, and ex- empt from every embarrassment. I settled in the family mansion, and fell in love with the daughter of my next neighbour. My overtures were favourably received, and I was assured the lady's heart was mine. Every 4 STORIES OF WATERLOO. preliminary for my marriage was nearly completed, when another suitor, unexpectedly, addressed my mistress. In age he was my senior by twenty years, in fortune he exceeded me by one hun- dred thousand pounds. I despised him : he was ugly — I was handsome. At the next ball, how- ever, my mistress cut me dead, and on the second morning after it she married my ill-looking rival. I left England in disgust, and became a woman- hater and a wanderer. I had passed three weeks miserably enough in a French fishing town. How I managed to con- sume so much time there, was to me a subject of surprise. All my resources were at length ex- hausted, and to remain, even for another day, was impossible ; but where to go, whither to bend my course — there lay the puzzle. While quite undetermined whether I should head towards Corinth or Carniola, one time ru- minating on a journey to the Morea, at another weighing the probable results of a voyage to Madras, I opportunely received a letter from MY OWN ADVENTURE. 5 a gentleman whom I had known at Florence, pressing me to fulfil a promise I had once made of visiting him at his place in Ireland. He told me that he had been lately married, that his wife was all a poet fancies ; and here his letter became a perfect rhapsody on the virtues of the sex. To me, all this was any thing but an induce- ment to visit him — I, who had eschewed love, as I would the Pontine Marshes. In a simple case. I might look on without an agony ; but the mawk- ish tenderness of a married pair is not endurable. *' I shall refuse point-blank." I looked coldly through the letter. I passed over '* soft blue eye — brown hair in natural ringlets — sweet smile — musical voice — small foot — round arm," all being a faithful description of " the lady of his love," when the postscript produced a change of senti- ment I could not have foreseen. ** The country is in an extraordinary ferment. Lord B has started, and this new candidate is about to over- turn a long and uninterrupted order of represen- 6 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tative arrangement. We shall have a desperate contest. God grant some valuable lives be not lost ! As to myself, I have given my interest to *— ; but, blest as I am with Emily — " Pish ! I ejaculated— hang *' Emily;" — but for her, I should have seen an election even at the expense of a fractured bone. I had already been over the greater part of the habitable globe. I had been following Nature into her wildest retreats — and where should I be more likely to find her perfectly at home than in Con- nemara? I had also read a speech of Daniel O'Connell, Esq., in which that learned gentleman averred that his countrymen were the finest people on the surface of the globe. The authority being undoubted, one would naturally wish to become acquainted with these accomplished and interest- ing islanders. Was it not then a melancholy circumstance that my friend had chosen this particular time to be- come a Benedict? I dread a newly-married pair. Billing and cooing to me is worse to witness than MY OWN ADVENTURE. 7 an execution. The stolen glances, that like the fingering of an unpractised pickpocket, can only escape the observation of a dolt or a drunkard, the significant smiles, the silly terms of endear- ment, the mingling of hands, and other little ap- proaches to dalliance— in short, all the nausea of hymeneal tenderness are detestable. But an election, and that too beyond the Shan- non, with its full accompaniments of assaults and accidents, duels and inquests, battle, murder, and sudden death, and broken promises, and broken windows ! — there was no resisting this ; and forth- with I transported myself and baggage to the next post, caught the Diligence, reached Dieppe, em- barked for Margate, on to London, thence to Li- verpool, and crossed the channel in the L^nited Company's steamer, the St. Patrick, commanded by Captain Mac Conky, a short navigator, de- lighting in long stories and whisky punch. I landed safely in the capital of the Emerald Isle, established myself at Bitton's, and proceeded, as travellers generally do, to eat, drink, and look 8 STORIES OF WATERLOO. out at the window. I counted, in one evening, three private carriages, and thirteen hacknies ; observed that the young women went to the Bethesda, and the old ones to the play ; — read in the Warder, that Father Maguire and Mr. Pope would have "a set-to" at the Rotunda, and that the Chinese jugglers would exhibit in some- body's " great room." I hate argument — what then should bring me to the Rotunda ? I detest juggling, and accordingly avoided the '* great room." Other circumstances combined to hurry my departure. Abroad, I met nothing but empty shops and idle tradesmen ; — at home, an eternal controversy between a country curate, desperately orthodox, and a fat gentleman who obstinately believed in transubstantiation. I determined to quit the city instantly — demanded a bill — satisfied the house-maid — left Boots sulky — started for the coach-office, and booked myself for Ballinasloe. It was a wet night, and wanted a quarter to eight o'clock, when the Gal way mail-coach rolled out from under the arch-way in Dawson street. MY OWN ADVENTURE. 9 We were full inside — my companions of the coarser sex — men of formidable dimensions, and **each and every" well encompassed in camlet cloak, or trustier fearnought. " What shall I do with my legs ?" thought I ; for I stand six feet, and, Heaven knows, the Galway mail was never constructed for corporators, or gentlemen who wear shovel hats. Jolt — jolt — jolt — we whirled into the post- office yard — interchanged legs by mutual agree- ment — compared watches with Crosthwait's clock — and rattled oflF for that portion of the land of saints ichere bating's chape, and poteen plinty. Irishmen are not reserved, and the company appeared dying to be intimately acquainted. Some cunning speculations on the state of the weather, the state of the nation, and the state of the crops, and we were bosom friends in a twink- ling. My opposite neighbour was arrayed in a shag wrap-rascal ; his hat covered with oiled silk : 10 S'TORTES OF WATERLOO. he sighed heavily while speaking of com lawis, and falling cattle. "Here's a farmer," said I, "there's no mistaking him." Beside him sate an upright figure " with his martial cloak around him." His evident anxiety to ascertain the number of that portion of his Majesty's forces, to whom the safety of the an- cient town of Gal way was entrusted, super- added to a lamp-light glimpse 1 got of huge black whiskers, and braided frock with Prussian collar, left me no reason to doubt that he belonged to that most honourable community, whose "trade is war." A short, corpulent gentleman, who wore spec- tacles, and indulged in the use of that plain, but pungent snuff, known to the fancier by the appel- lation of " Irish blackguard, " completed the parti quarre. The conversation flagged : I am naturally taci- turn, and became a silent and attentive listener. The gentleman in the oil-skin hat was drowsy be- MY OWN ADVENTURE, 11 fore we cleared the Quays ; and his heavy breath- ing proved that whisky punch is no bad prepa- ration for sleeping in the royal mail. But the soldier, and the man in spectacles, betrayed no indication of somnolency. They plunged at once into a fierce and furious argu- ment upon the claims and merits of the rival candidates for Gal way ; and, in the course of the discussion, I learned that the short man was Q. polisher for , and the tall one, a fighting friend of Dick Martin. Never were two people more opposite in sen- timent than my companions. On one subject they did agree ; and that was, in refreshing themselves comfortably whenever a change of horses afforded the opportunity. Often and ear- nestly was I appealed to by both, and invari- ably I decided against the polisher. The man in spectacles was a dead hand at polling a free- holder twice over, or patching up a defective registry ; but Dick Martin's supporter was no subject for contradiction. He might be inclined 12 STORIES OF WATERLOO. to take offence at a difference of opinion ; and, by the way of practice, amuse himself with my per- son, at the imminent risk of doing me a mortal injury. I determined to agree with him, there- fore, on every disputed point ; and when he left us at Ballinasloe next morning, and I saw him remove his luggage, comprising three pistol-cases, and a portmanteau of the dimensions of a dress- maker's reticule, I offered a short prayer for my deliverance, while I received from Dick's aid-de- camp an assurance of eternal regard. The town of Ballinasloe was a scene of despe- rate commotion ; the bustle little inferior to that witnessed at the period of its cattle fair : — free- holders and fighting-men, polishers and poll clerks, every specimen of the human race were being forwarded to the scene of action. No wonder I found immense difficulty in procuring a scramb- ling breakfast in a back bed-room. In the large parlour were assembled a score of Dick Martin's committee ; in the small one, a number of James Lambert's friends. The front drawing-room was MY OWN ADVENTURE. 13 occupied by certain adherents of Lord Bingham, and the back one by divers supporters of James Browne. Now, I being a stranger to all concerned, was iiaturally considered on every side an interloper. I opened the right-hand parlour — " Fat the divil di ye want ?" roared a little man with a nose of portentous crimson. I tried the opposite apart- ment, and was ordered out by a long gentleman, who swore as they formerly did in Flanders. For an attempt upon the front drawing-room, I nar- rowly escaped being kicked down stairs ; and a flying peep I hazarded at the back one, was ter- minated by over-hearing a rough voice request his opposite friend at the fire to " shy the poker at that rascally bagman." I would have given a quarterly dividend of my three per cents to have been safe at my friend's place. I often heard ** hell and Connaught " assimilated by the pro- fane ; but, in my judgment, no places can be so different. The approach to one, if Virgil speaks 14 STORIES OF WATERLOO. truth, is easy enough ; ^' but an entrance into the realms beyond the Shannon was, in my case, a perilous exploit. I had no inducement to remain longer in the town of Ballinasloe, and having luckily procured a carriage, I set off for Glantane. Here I arrived in safety, but had the mortification to find that no post-horses could be had. This was indeed a me- lancholy discovery. What was to be done ? I sal- lied into the yard, bribed the ostler, and implored him by every tender epithet to get me forward. Money works miracles. The ostler scratched his head — thought for a moment — " There was a shaij at home, but the horses and driver were off with a gentleman's carriage — Lanty White was all but well — and Breedein Rua as fresh as a daisy ; — but, bad luck to them for a pair, there was no depindin on atJier, and CritJif Corcoran was no match for two such contrarey hastes. Sure, my *" Facilis descensus Averni." t The Irish term for a hump-back. MY OWN ADVENTURE. 15 honour could thry — Crith, the cratur, was handy enough. Once they started, there was no fear — that is of Crith could get them over the hill of Mullagh More, and across the bridge of Came- gat." I had no alternative, and consented to trust life and limb to Crith Corcoran. Accordingly my lug- gage was tied on, and after a considerable delay the horses were put to. Half a score of labourers were called from the potato field by a warning whistle. I was duly deposited in the carriage, and an extraordinary looking cripple, with long legs and no body, grappled the reins with his flesh- less fingers, clambered up by the fore-wheel, and perched himself upon the driving bar. These preparations being made, we started, or rather attempted to start. Then came the tug of war. Breedein lashed out like a fury, and LaDty White was obstinate in being stationary. In vain the cripple objurgated, " rest, Biddy," and encou- raged Lanty White. In vain the ostler cherup- ped and cursed alternately ; the struggle was in W STORIBS OF WATERLOO. favour of the cattle, till the boys, with sheer strength, spoked the wheels on. Breedein, finding her tail invaded, after discharging a succession of kicks at the cripple, which he most ingeniously avoided, dashed forward ; and Lanty, furiously assaulted on every side, by Critli, the ostler, and as many of the hoys as could manage to get a blow at him, laid huS shoulders to the collar, and away we went. A wild hurra from the potato diggers announced their victory ; and the ostler shouted a ** God speed ye!" accompanied with "Padreein avournein, for the sake of the blissid Mother, mind yourself at the hill of Mullagh More !" The road was level, and we got on gallantly. I concluded our danger was at an end, and so did Qrith, for he sung merrily — " Ogh ! I wish I was in Manchester, And sated on my bench ; In my right hand a pint of beer ! — Whoop, Bredeein ! — G'iong Lanty White ! — And at my side my wench." MY OWN ADVENTURE. 17 What a chapter of accidents is the story of a life ! Mine, at least its most important event, was influenced by Crith Corcoran. Human foresight is a farce. Could I have suspected that my des- tiny lingered upon the driving of a dwarf — a thing no larger than a leprighawn ? '^ The result will prove it. While the road continued level we got on gal- lantly ; but we were now approaching the danger- ous pass, and the bridge of Carnegat appeared in view. It was narrow and ruinous, the battlements having been swept away by a winter flood. A sudden hill met its extremity, and it required some skill and quiet horses to effect a passage with tolerable security. I would have left the carriage, but Crith, elated with previous success, ivar ranted me against any danger, and before I could enforce an order to stop, a whoop and flourish of the thong rendered it impossible. We passed the bridge, and ascended the hill for * A being of tlie fairjr tribe. 18 STORIES OP WATERLOO. a few yards, when at once the infernal quadrupeds relaxed their efforts, stopped, backed, and the carriage began to descend. In vain I endeavoured to undo the fastening of the door — it resisted. Crith whipped, cherupped, shouted, cursed. I made a desperate effort— the door yielded. I sprang into the ditch, and next moment the car- riage, horses, and driver vanished over the broken battlement. I did not escape without considerable injury. My wrist was sprained, and my foot severely lace- rated. With difficulty I crawled to the place over which the carriage had been precipitated. The vehicle was sadly shattered, and the horses strug- gling in the brook. Crith Corcoran was sitting on the bank, clapping his hands, and making a terrible lament, in a sort of Irish monologue. A few peasants came promptly to our assistance. The carriage and horses were extricated from the river, and I was carried to the lodge of a gentle- man's domain, which happened to be at no great distance from the scene of my misfortune. MY OWN ADVENTURE. 19 The owners of the cottage were anxious to con- vey me to the mansion-house ; but I determined to get on, and requested that a messenger might be despatched to the next market town for a conveyance. Some delay occurred before a per- son could be procured. I was giving the neces- sary orders when an elderly gentleman enterexl the lodge, saluted me with all the courtesy of the old school, introduced himself as General Mervyn, and insisted on my accompanying him to the Hall. The general's carriage was sent for, and we entered it. In the course of conversation I mentioned my name, and, to my great surprise, found that my companion was father-in-law to my friend's bride — that very '* Emily " whom I had so often and piously consigned to the bottom of the Red sea ! It was nearly dinner hour when I entered Mer- vyn Hall. My wounds were examined and dress- ed, and, with the assistance of a servant, I managed to reach the drawing-room before the dinner-bell 20 STORIES OF WATERLOO. rang. There the general was waiting for me. He was a striking looking old man : his hair was white as snow, but his person was still erect and unbroken. He presented me to a stranger some ten years younger than himself, whose air and dress bespoke him to be a member of the military profession; and I farther learned that Colonel Mac Dermott was the brother-in-law of my host. '* We may order dinner — ring the bell, Dennis." The order was delightful ; there was no gang of men to worry me ; no flock of females to make one miserable. I was indulging in this agreeable an- ticipation, when the drawing-room door opened. Was it the servant to announce dinner? Alas! no — it was a girl of nineteen ! I shall pass over the first evening of my si- jour at the general's. I spent that night in con- siderable pain, and with difficulty reached the breakfast room, where I found Lucy Mervyn was already waiting for me. Her father and Colonel Mac Dermott immediately joined us ; and after many apologies for deserting their guest, I learned MY OWN ADVENTURE. 21 that the general was obliged to start for Gal way, and the colonel for Castlebar. And what was to become of me ? Was I, in this defenceless and crippled state, to be exposed to the peril of a tete-a-tete, and left at the mercy of a girl of nineteen ? Heaven forbid ! I deter- mined to follow the general's example, and ab- scond. Accordingly, I overruled every friendly objection to this proceeding, and arranged for leaving Mervyn Hall on the morrow. ** Sed dis aliter visum;" or, in plain English, the " Fates forbade it." During the day, my foot inflamed, and the agony of my wrist became in- tolerable. If life depended on the exertion, I could not stir a yard. I was carried to my room in the evening, and lay for several days unable to leave my bed. Never was a patient so kindly nursed. An old woman, not a crone, but one sufficiently active to use all necessary liniments and embro- cations, attended to my wrist and ancle. Every light restorative that the nearest doctor prescribed 22 STORIES OF WATERLOO. was anxiously prepared — Miss Lucy sent this jelly, and Miss Lucy recommended that cream. There was a gentle, a lady-like attention throughout : no approximation towards familia- rity ; nothing indelicate or unfeminine. I left my chamber half reconciled to woman, and on the fourth morning presented myself at the breakfast- table of Lucy Mervyn. I took her by surprise; it was believed that I should not leave my room for another day, and when I hobbled down, supported by a servant, the apparition of a departed acquaintance could not have created a more striking sensation. There sat Lucy — so neat, so becomingly dressed, — all her kindness was instantly remembered, and, for the first time, I examined her with critical atten- tion. Lucy Mervyn was no beauty. Her features were every thing but regular : no sculptor would select her nose — no craniologist adopt her fore- head ; — but there was a joyous expression in her countenance, — an eternal sunshine in the flashes MY OWN ADVENTURE. 23 of her hazel-eye, that were bewitching. Her smile disclosed a row of beautiful teeth : her figure was undersized ; but she had a waist of excellent proportion : and a foot, that a man might swear by . Reader ! I am not writing a confession ; there- fore, on certain points, you must excuse my bre- vity. For ten days I lounged upon the sofa. Lucy was my constant companion, and enter- tained me, as she best could, — settled the cushion for my foot, made silk cases for my wounded fin- ger ; listened patiently to my stories, and amused me with her own. I was just beginning to dis- cover that at times I had an odd kind of non-de- script sensation, when, one fine morning, a tandem — a bright bay in the shafts — a thorough-bred grey one leading, passed the window at a sporting pace, and pulled up at the door — Captain Hardyman of the th Lancers was announced. In driving, dressing, drinking, and a multitude of military accomplishments, no man exceeded the bold dragoon. He really was a pleasant fellow. 24: STORIES OF WATERLOO. told us the news, foreign and domestic, and brought intelligence that the Mayo election had ended in smoke. It was to all parties, save the members, a dead disappointment. One candidate did not come to the post, and to the other two, the thing was a walk over. Ah! shame upon you, Mayo! Not a duel, or a decent death, after all the tur-^ moil of a two years' preparation ! The lancer rattled on — gave us a return of the casualties at Castlebar — how two carriage-horses were stoned by the mob, and how two men were killed in effecting it — how one gentleman was sur- feited with bad beer, and how another had died from dancing at a bonfire. What a shabby list! What a change from the good old days, when the coroner had not time to bless himself! So far this gallant captain was particularly plea- sant ; but my horror was inconceivable when, after a prolonged visit, he entreated, with evident em- barrassment, to be permitted to speak a few words to Miss Mervyn in the next room. I instantly started on my feet, grasped the general's cane, MY OWN ADVENTURE. 25 and in a sort of frenzy left the drawing-room, hastened to the shrubbery, and there threw myself on a bench. What the devil did the fellow want with Lucy ? What else, but to make her an unconnected speech, and an offer of his hand and fortune? Was ever man so miserable as I? Lucy, the only woman that for "ten years 1 could look upon without aver- sion, that she should be selected by this infernal lancer ! In another week I might have come to the desperate resolution of asking her to marry, and have succeeded ; but this whiskered swords- man would be my ruiit. Again I forswore the sex — determined to be off for Galway — rose to order post-horses — sat down again, and passed a miserable half hour, till I heard the wheels of that execrable tandem crossing the gravel like a whirlwind. Suspense was not endurable. I approached the house, and entered the drawing-room — Lucy was not there. I tried the library — equally un- fortunate. I examined the green-house — no Lucy. VOL. I. B 26 STORIES OF WATERLOO. The dressing-bell rang — the dinner peal succeeded — and Lucy entered the apartment by one door, as the servant announced dinner at another. A burning blush dyed her cheek, as her eyes encountered mine. *' All is over !" I mentally ejaculated ; and none but the damned need envy the feelings that that conviction carried with it. Would I have soup ? No. — Fish ? No.— Fowl ? Same reply. Dinner passed — neither ate. She was confused — I miserable; the dessert was laid, and the servants left us. A pause, a painful pause of several minutes succeeded. I coughed : — ** Captain Hardyman — " —and the name came forth as reluctantly as a miser's donative. " Captain Hardyman is a plea- sant kind of— hem ! — sort of ." Lucy bowed assent : — " agreeable conversation, — hem ! — I mean — that before I left the room." Lucy blush- ed : — "suppose, in ttte-d-tete, the Captain equally entertaining:" — a deeper blush. " Beg pardon — don't wish to be inquisitive." Poor Lucy appeared struggling to get words. MY OWN ADVENTURE. 27 '* Captain Hardyman's request must have appear- ed so very odd ; but — " and another blush, and more confusion. At length she managed to inform me that Captain Hardyman had offered his hand, and that she had declined the honour. Reader ! the sequel shall be short ; I forgot wrist, foot, and finger, and found myself muttering something about ''unspeakable misery, and eternal love!" In three weeks after this day I married Lucy. I have since resided chiefly at Mervyn Hall ; and have made all necessary arrangements for passing the remainder of my life west of the Shannon. I have obtained all that can make me happy ; — a woman I love, and a course of life that I delight in. Colonel Mac Dermott resides mostly with the general. We have a good pack of hounds, and the best shooting in the country. When the wea- ther permits it we enjoy our field sports together: we talk of other scenes and other days at the cover-side, or while away the evening with recol- 2^ STORIES OF WATERLOO. lections of past adventures over old port and a bog- deal fire. The following stories were communicated to me by my friend the colonel, and relate, generally, to his former companions in arms. Gentle reader ! in arranging these military tales for your perusal, I have found employment for leisure hours, and an agreeable refuge from '* Winter and bad weather." Of me, you know enough. Of my friends, should the present sto- ries amuse you, I promise that you shall know more hereafter. Courteous reader, adiev \ Mervyn Hall, April 1, 1829. THE DETACHMENT. THE DETACHMENT. In a county south of the Shannon, and in one of the wildest districts of a disturbed barony, the village of Woodford is situated. To a person interested in mountain scenery, I know no part of Ireland more attractive than this secluded place. From the time you leave the mail-coach road the face of the country gra- dually assumes a wilder appearance. The small stony fields become more barren and less fre- quent ; the hamlets disappear altogether ; and now and then, perhaps at the distance of a mile, you come unexpectedly on two or three loosely- built huts in some sheltered hollow, or a herd's hovel, erected under a precipitous bank, or in a 32 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ravine formed by the sudden alteration in the course of a mountain stream. All signs of cultivation are now at an end. Around is a continuous heath as far as the eye can penetrate. The surface of the ground becomes more difficult and broken ; bogs, apparently inter- minable, are interspersed with stony hills covered with strong heather, or small patches of drier ground, clothed with fern and bent ; while a deep and narrow stream, rising in the chain of dark mountains which bound the view, moves sluggish- ly through the morass, and adds to the difficulties offered to a stranger who may be obliged to pass over this desolate district. In a deep glen, sheltered on every side by hills, and where several mountain streams unite and form a considerable river, the small town of Woodford stands. The situation chosen by the founder for this infant settlement is undoubtedly both convenient and picturesque. The sides of the rocky hills which environ it are capable of being planted ; and the larch and firs which had THE DETACHMENT. 98 been put down some years ago, are now healthy and promising. The river abounds with salmon, and affords a never-failing supply of water to the corn and flax-mills. The bogs around produce fuel with little labour : timber applicable for most domestic purposes may be raised with trifling difficulty ; the moors generally have been ascer- tained to be reclaimable, and already a consider- able portion of excellent land has been brought in. If the situation of Woodford is in many points favourable, it is not, however, without its moral and natural disadvantages. The difficult, and in many places, impassable morasses, which sur- round and separate it from the opener and more civilised country, have for years been a favourite retreat for the peasantry employed in illicit distillation. The nature of the ground makes a military approach laborious in the extreme, and renders a surprise by rapid movements impossible. The great security of this wilderness has encouraged 34 STORIES OF WATERLOO. this demoralising traffic to a fearful extent ; and consequently, the people of this district have been always a desperate semi-barbarous community, leagued together against the laws by a bond of common interest, which in many instances they have observed with fatal fidelity to each other. Nor was the injurious effects of this system confined to a mere diminution of the revenue, and a destruction of habits of domestic industry in those only engaged in this illegal manufacture. The mountains here afforded concealment to men of desperate character from remoter counties ; and many persons, whose lives would have been forfeited for crimes of the deepest die, found shelter in the fastnesses of Woodford, and there lived in comparative security. For a considerable time, associations of a trea- sonable nature had existed in the south and west of Ireland ; and it may be readily conceived that the neighbourhood we have described would have been a chosen haunt of the disaffected. THE DETACHMENT. 35 Such was the case. The country round Wood- ford had been in a state of unusual disturbance. The lamentably-defective police of that day were found unable to make head against the increasing power of the ribbon-men. The gentry deserted their houses ; the landlords were necessitated to have their lands partitioned, and let in obedience to the mandates of those midnight legislators, or submit to see their estates wasted and untenanted. At length the government was called upon to interfere. A military force was, as usual, called in ; and, in the winter of 1814, the soldiery in Woodford,' generally confined to a subaltern's party stationed there for revenue duty, were re- lieved by the flank companies of the 28th regi- ment detached from head-quarters, who, with a small party of dragoons, took possession of a temporary barrack. The effects of quartering this effective military force in Woodford were soon apparent. Captain Kennedy, the young and active commander of the detachment, was indefatigable in harassing 36 STORIES OF WATERLOO. the insurgents. At first, trusting to the imagi- nary security of their fastnesses, they ventured a show of opposition to the army ; but the bold and active movements of the young soldier, him- self a mountaineer, disconcerted the outlaws ; and, after losing several of their leaders, they gradually retired into the remote mountains, where the military could not follow them, and left the country about Woodford in a state of comparative tranquillity. Still the system was suppressed, but not exter- minated. The revenue-men could not act without being protected by the army. A ganger had been assassinated recently, under circumstances of peculiar atrocity, and a small military party, escorting a revenue seizure, were waylaid in a defile, and several of the soldiers wounded before they could effbct their retreat. In the spring of 1815 our story opens. It was one of those uncertain days in April, when showers and sunshine succeed each other ra- pidly : a brisk wind from the west ruffled the THE DETACHMENT. 37 deep pools in the river, aad eddying over its surface, offered every inducement to the fisher to venture out. The morning parade of the little garrison of Woodford was ended, when the com- mander, sallying forth with his fishing-rod,' was seen, attended by a huge Newfoundland dog, winding up the narrow glen, where one of the river's tributary streams rushed from the higher moors into the hollow where the village stood. Without stopping to fish this rivulet, the angler pressed quickly on, and crossing the brow of the hill, was soon shut out from view. During his progress over the rising ground the fisher had been observed by three persons, who were leaning over the battlements of the bridge, amusing themselves in throwing small pebbles, and detached portions of the rough- cast, into the stream below. They paused occasionally to make passing remarks upon certain pieces of intelligence, which a short man in a close-but- toned blue frock-coat was detailing, in very broad 38 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Scotch, from the columns of the Dublin Corre- spondent. The landing of Buonaparte at Cannes had been known for a few days, and his rapid and unopposed advance on Paris formed a subject of surprise and conversation to the idle group. ** God defend us !" said the little man in blue ; *' what a deevil incarnate that Boney is ! We thought we had done with him for ever, and hegh, sirs, here he is pushing right for the ca- pital, without the snapping of a flint, and all the folk, from corporal to colonel, flying from the Bourbons like rats from a wreck !" '' Ay, ay, Mac Splint," rejoined a sturdy lieutenant of grenadiers, whose broad should- ers, and broader dialect, bespoke him at once, as being an indigenous production of the Emerald Isle, *' we'll be at the old work again. Some comfort in having a row of blue-boys before one, compared to our present rascally employment, of scampering for a winter's night after an excise- man, to ferret out contraband malt, and capture THE DETACHMENT. 39 drunken distillers. Zounds ! since the Ribbon-men have retired, Nev/ Holland would be a paradise to this. A brush of a moon-light night with them was something creditable — smart active fellows, and passable shots, as you know, doctor ; but now a man is knocked out of bed twice a week to scramble after a cowardly gauger, who won't go the length of himself without half a company at his back ; and if one escapes dislocated bones, and suffocation in some cursed quagh, he comes home, half dead with fatigue, in the honourable charge of a tin still and a drunken soldier. But, blessings on Napoleon ! our banishment here will soon terminate, and the good folks of Woodford may follow their honest calling, and brew poteen to their heart's content, without being harried by spies and soldiers." ** Egad," rejoined the third, whose uniform (the wings being ornamented with a bugle-horn, and a silver whistle hanging at the breast) an- nounced him to be an officer of light infantry, 40 STORIES OF WATERLOO. '* when we march, the revenue gentry will be rather ceremonious in their rural visits. The mountain people have a happy knack of dispos- ing of a supernumerary exciseman." ** Morton's murder was a bold and barbarous act," replied the first speaker; ** and what strange fealty exists among these wild people! for although a number of persons must have been concerned in, or cognizant of that outrage, an immense re- ward and promise of free pardon has as yet failed in procuring any clue to unravel the mys- tery of that murder. But where has Kennedy gone ?" '* He is off to fish the lake in the mountains; it abounds, they say, with fine gilleroes." " The lake in the mountains !" exclaimed he in blue. " By St. Andrew, all the gilleroe trouts in the empire would not induce me to venture half the way ! Why, is it not the favourite haunt of Johnny Gibbons and Captain Mac Greal, and half the other infernal captains, whose handy- THE DETACHMENT. 41 work brought me here from head-quarters to attend the wounded men ? — Who has he with him ?" " His dog Sailor," replied the other. " Young Mansell promised to meet him at the Priest's Cairn." *' Ay, that's a cheii after Kennedy's own heart, and like enough to come to a short end, unless auld nick has a sharp eye to his ain." *' Faith, Mac Splint," said the grenadier, **you forgot the danger in the delicacy yesterday, for you played a man's part at the fish." ** Hoot, Charley, the trouts are gude trouts; but deil have me but they might swim in their loughs to eternity before I would gang up yon black hills to pull them out. — But it's time for me to look in at the hospital." " How are they getting on with you there?" inquired the lieutenant of light infantry. " Oh ! pretty well. I'll save Sergeant Morri- son's leg, and that's more than I expected when I first saw him. — Trouts !" he continued, as he lei- 4t STORIES OF WATERLOO. surely moved away from his companions, " deil tak the fule who would risk getting a lump of leed in his carcass for all the fish that ever wore a fin!" While the military group, who were lounging on the bridge of Woodford, had been thus en- gaged, the subject of their last remarks was tra- versing the m.oors which lay between his barracks and the hills. He was a tall, active man, ap- parently about four or five-and-twenty. His step, as he crossed the heath, was firm and free ; and when the ground became unsound and dan- gerous, the lightness of his spring, as he bounded across the tammocks, showed him to be well accustomed to severe and perilous exertion. His plain dress was well adapted for mountain exer- cise. He was habited in a short fustian jacket, his loose trowsers and woollen stockings allowing ample play to the muscles of his legs ; a silk ker- chief was knotted round his neck, and a green foraging cap completed his simple costume. If the light bearing of the sportsman did not THE DETACHMENT. 48 sufficiently bespeak his careless, reckless charac- ter, one glance at his face would have readily determined his disposition. The features were far from regular, and his complexion, naturally dark, had been exposed to sun and storm ; but there was an expression of an elastic spirit and cheerful temper in the merry glance of his hazel eye. More too than simple good-humour might be traced in his marked countenance. The forehead was open, and the brow arched boldly ; and be- neath that light smile Kennedy concealed a daring heart and prompt determination. Following the course of the river, he entered a deep and narrow glen : distant objects were shut out from view, and the only sounds which broke the silence of the mountain pass were caused by the springing of the grouse from her nest, and the plashing of his large black dog, who cooled himself now and then in the deeper eddies of the rivulet. In the centre of this solitary dell was the Priest's Cairn. It was a huge pile of stones irre- 44 STORIES OF WATERLOO. gularly heaped together. A Catholic clergyman of a singular and romantic character had, many years ago, perished there in a snow-storm; and as the winter was unusually seyere, and the snow remained for a long time unthawed, the body of the ill-f^ted man, notwithstanding every research possible, and the united exertions of the pea- santry, remained undiscovered for several weeks. On the spot where the corpse was found, an im- mense heap of stones had been accumulated ; for no one passed without adding to the pile. Here Kennedy halted, awaiting the arrival of his com- panion ; and soon after, as Mansell did not ap- pear, he set out for the lough, which was situated at the head of the glen, and from which the river whose banks he traversed took its rise. There could not be a more lone and desolate place than the site of the mountain lake. On every side the ground rose abruptly and encom- passed it in a circle of heath and rock. One narrow gorge at its extremity marked the egress of its waters, and the source of the rivulet it fed. THE DETACHMENT. 45 Nearly in the middle was an island ; but it seemed merely a mass of loose stones ejected from the bed of the lough by a volcano. There was no herbage on its surface ; but a few blasted shrubs clung to the fissures of the rock, and a rifted oak, with one or two wild hollies, had contrived to imbed themselves in the cliffs which formed it. With all a sportsman's keenness Kennedy per- severed in his angling. The fish rose freely, and in a few hours his basket was full. He now prepared for his return ; and as the barracks were distant fully seven miles, by the shortest route he could take across the moors, he tied up his fishing-rod, and turned his face to Woodford. The day was nearly closing, and with all his exertions he would hardly reach the barracks in time for dinner. It struck him that by altering his course, and crossing a deep ravine, which lay to the left, he could shorten his road considerably. The way was steep and difficult, but to one so strong and active, that was a matter of trivial consequence. 46 STORIES OF WATERLOO. While Kennedy was mentally arranging his new route the shades of evening fell fast, and the first dinner bugle was sounded in the bar- racks at Woodford. Doctor Mac Splint, who, like the lamented Kitchener, united the rare talents of gastronomy with medicine, had that day been at unusual pains in overseeing the construction of a curry, and now that '* the hour of projection" was at hand, looked with much anxiety at the clock, and made a frequent reconnaissance from the window. In out-quarters, where extensive accommoda- tion cannot be had, there is often a community of property in the apartments ; and one of Kennedy's being more convenient than the rest, was selected as the mess-room for the party. Here the anxious doctor paced, soliloquising, to the great amusement of the lieutenants, who in- sinuated the possibility of the protracted absence of the commander, and accordingly urged the pro- priety of putting back dinner for another hour. ** Put back dinner!" said Mac Splint, peevishly, THE DETACHMENT. 47 *' the thing's clean impossible ; the curry would be overdone, and the rice ruined. God preserve us ! — such folly — men wauding like outlaws over glens and muirs — and all for catching as much fish as could be bought for a shilling ! forby the great likelihood of being shot or hamstrung by the savage renegades that are as thick in this accursed country as broom bushes: — but is not that a horse's feet I hear? Charley, boy, look out." While he spoke, two men rode up at a rapid pace, and Lieutenant Dennison at once pro- nounced them to be young Mansell, who was in charge of the dragoons, and Captain Mac Carthy of the same corps. " God help us !" ejaculated the doctor, " it will be a severe night. Mac Carthy never goes to bed under four bottles, and many an aching head will be among us to-morrow ; but mess waiter — Phil Boyle^ — run to Mr. Mansell's room ; tell him to hurry— need not mind dressing — out- quarters —no ceremony — houille beef will be in 48 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ribbons — tell them to sound the second bugle— Ah ! here they come ;" — and Mansell and Mac Carthy entered as he spoke, and were welcomed in due form. To an inquiry about Kennedy, Mansell could give no satisfactory answer. He had been detain- ed unexpectedly at head-quarters till too late to think of keeping his appointment, and persuaded his friend Mac Carthy, who was always ready for a ramble, to ride over with him on chance, and try the mountain mutton, and mountain dew of Woodford. Half an hour elapsed, and still Ken- nedy did not appear ; and Mac Splint having declared that waiting dinner a moment longer was utterly subversive of military discipline, and moreover, certain destruction to divers dishes which he duly enumerated, the meal was served, and the absent fisher for a time forgotten. Dinner ended, and still there was no appear- ance of Captain Kennedy. Tattoo-time came ; the cavalry trumpet was answered by the bugles of the light infantry. Another hour passed, and THE DETACHMENT. 49 the party became exceedingly alarmed by the unaccountable absence of the captain of grena- diers. The conjectures respecting him were nu- merous, vague, and unsatisfactory. " He could hardly be drowned in the lough," observed Doctor Mac Splint, the president of the mess for the day. " He swims like a water- fowl, and his dog Sailor would drag out any thing lighter than an alderman." ** He may have fallen lame, or met with an accident," remarked a second ; and casting a side glance at the doctor, continued, " and therefore I propose that medical assistance be promptly de- spatched, under the protection of a couple of dra- goons." " He has more likely lost his way," said the third, " or followed a will o' the wisp." ** Or the waft of a petticoat, like Nora Crina's," rejoined Captain Mac Carthy, as he sung — *' Oh, my Nora's gown for me ! Floating loose as mountain breezes." •* But, seriously," said young Mansell, *' Ken- VOL. I. c 50 STORIES OF WATERLOO. iiedy's absence is both unaccountable and alarm- ing, and I'll take out a party of dragoons." *' And so shall I," rejoined the officer on duty. But before the young men could leave the room steps were heard crossing the little court hastily ; the door was thrown open, and the object of the intended search, accompanied by a tall man, wrapped closely in the frieze coat peculiar to the country, stood before them. It was evident from a momentary glance at Kennedy, and the mountaineer who attended him, that he had been engaged in some troublesome adventure. His look expressed fatigue and ex- haustion ; his clothes were torn, and covered with mud ; his jacket was scorched and bloody, and his countenance bespoke anxiety and thought. Had any additional proof been requisite of his master having been in recent peril. Sailor's ap- pearance would have been conclusive. He limped on three legs, evidently in considerable pain ; his head and neck were scarred with a deep cut ; in some jplaces his back was totally, stripped of hair. THE DETACHMENT. 51 and in others he was singed or scalded. Without stopping to answer the numerous interrogatories of his comrades, Kennedy filled a goblet of wine, and desiring the mess waiter to summon the ser- geant of the guard, he finished it at a draught. While waiting the soldier's arrival, the military group round the table were scrutinising the ap- pearance of the peasant who had accompanied the captain of grenadiers. He was a powerful and athletic countryman, plainly but decently dressed, so far as the rough coat, which nearly concealed him, would admit their examination. There was something bold and martial in his bearing; and when he approached the table, and took the wine filled for him by direction of Kennedy, he raised, as soldiers do, his hand to his hat, without remov- ing it. This motion, however simple in itself, caused desperate alarm to the president of the mess, who happened to be unluckily next him. The opening of the peasant's coat, as he raised his arm, dis- closed a belt beneath it, in which were a dirk and ^2 STORIES OF WATERLOO. case of pistols; and Mac Splint testified his ap- prehension, by inquiring of Mansell softly, — " if he could guess who, the stranger was ?" *^ To a certainty," replied the mischievous dra- goon, " Johnny Gibbons, the outlaw." " God preserve us !" ejaculated the doctor, springing in desperate affright from the chair. " Why, he has shot two men already ; — what the deevil possessed you, Kennedy, to bring a savage in upon us, and he loaded with weapons of destruc- tion r But vain was Mac Splint's attempt at an escape. As he endeavoured to pass Mac Carthy, who was unfortunately sitting in the line of his retreat, the latter seized him in his iron grasp, and all he effected by the movement was bringing himself within two paces of the formidable stranger. At this moment the sergeant appeared. " Rey- nolds," said the commander, " conduct this man to the inner guard-house. Nobody must intrude on him, or question him, and let him have every com- fort he requires. I will visit you myself to-night," added he, addressing the stranger. THE DETACHMENT. 53 The peasant bowed. " Had I not better," said he, with a half smile, " leave these here?" as he unclosed his coat, and took the fire-arms from his belt. " No— no !" roared Doctor Mac Splint. " Damn it, Kennedy, leave them alone. Gie them to the guard, man — gie them to the guard. They're charged no doubt, and may go off in the hanlin. Leave them down for God's sake !" as one of the lieutenants received them from the stranger. " Charley, Charley ! if you will take them, point them at the wall, man." In the midst of the doctor's alarm and advice, the prisoner retired with the sergeant. The cold dinner was brought back for Kennedy, who sat down at a side-table to satisfy a sportsman's ap- petite, leaving Doctor Mac Splint and the other gentlemen of the sword full leisure to amuse themselves with any speculations they might please to make on the strange occurrence of the evening. Having despatched a hasty meal, and sent 54 STORIES OF WATERLOO. refreshments to the prisoner in the guard-room, and while Mac Splint, whose curiosity was un- bounded, had flattered himself that he was on the eve of receiving an ample explanation, Ken- nedy abruptly retired, followed by his wounded dog. THE ADVENTURE OF THE CAPTAIN OF GRENADIERS. THE ADVENTURE OF THE CAPTAIN OF GRENADIERS When Kennedy decided on taking the shortest apparent route from the mountain lough to his quarters, he was little aware of the difficulty of the ground he had determined on traversing. Scarcely had he lost sight of the lake, by cross- ing the steep rising ground above it, before he found his further progress interrupted by the course of one of the many mountain streams tri- butary to the river of Woodford. The valley where he now stood was a natural amphitheatre formed by the curving of the rivulet; and the banks rising precipitously from the water, and in 58 STORIES OF WATERLOO. many places beetling over their base, forbad all approach to human footsteps. The soldier paused, disconcerted ; he must either retrace his steps, and follow the path he had taken in the morning-, or by a tedious detour, through a marsh which terminated the valley, and which his quick eye at once detected as a perilous mode of egress, endeavour to recover the track from which the unexpected obstruction of this mountain bar- rier had so unfortunately diverted him. Evening was coming on fast ; the night mists were already rising from the low grounds, and the sportsman decided on making an attempt higher up the valley, and there endeavour to surmount the ob- stacle which lay between him and his destination. Nor were his efforts unsuccessful. Farther on a small spring trickled over the ridge of the pre- cipice, and an irregular channel had been gradu- ally formed by its waters in the cliff ; a few bushes of wild myrtle were growing on its verge, and the heath there was strong and well rooted. Kennedy without hesitation attempted an ascent, and in a THE ADVENTURE, &C. 59 few minutes, with powerful exertion, the dange- rous effort was successful, and he stood safely on the brow of the precipice. To his dumb companion, however, the cliff was impracticable. After several efforts, he found that he could not succeed, and, with the astonishing instinct which distinguishes that spe- cies of the canine race, having surveyed the valley for an instant. Sailor started at full speed to cross the morass which formed its termination. While Kennedy paused to recover his breath, and observe the course his dog would pursue to rejoin him, he remarked a small cut, made in the turf, from the place where the spring was gush- ing from the rock, and easily discerned that this little canal was not the work of nature. Where it led to was not visible ; and he determined to follow its course, as offering the easiest mode of egress from the intricate spot where he stood. The water ran in crystal brightness for a short distance, and then winding round the base of a huge rock, disappeared. Kennedy was turning it abruptly. 60 STORIES OF WATERLOO. but started ; for before him, and within a step or two, a woman stood, her finger placed upon her lip, and her arm extended, to bar his farther pro- gress. For a few moments he gazed on her with surprise. She was young, and strikingly hand- some : her dress was that of a peasant, but ar- ranged with perfect neatness : her hair was par- tially screened by a broad ribbon across the fore- head, and partly fell in luxuriant tresses down her back and shoulders : her eyes were particularly dark and intelligent ; and her red lips, half apart, indicative of anxiety and attention, revealed with- in a row of even teeth, as white as ivory itself. The fisher's surprise was momentary : struck with the uncommon loveliness of the mountain- nymph, he seized her extended hand, and began to offer the customary tribute of admiration ; but a speaking look, and a gesture of peculiar mean- ing, restrained him. After gazing for a moment round her, she inquired in an emphatic whisper, the object of his present journey. ** Faith, pretty one," replied the soldier, " no- THE ADVENTURE, &C. 61 thing but the simple object of endeavouring to reach home before night overtakes me in these bleak hills, or the bleaker moors beneath us ; — but now, you shall be my guide, and I will be your protector." Again he would have taken her hand, but her impressive action prevented him. She sprang upon the brow of the rock, — looked anxiously around, and then placing herself beside Kennedy, pointed to the marriage ring upon her finger, and in a low and earnest whisper, continued — " Captain Kennedy — for God's sake return : move as silently as a ghost ; your safety — your life depend upon a feather. I have watched you, and saw you like a doomed man, hurry to the very spot where destruction was inevitable : return promptly, quickly, silently ; — steal back, cautious as a midnight robber ; for if one awakes, (and he is fearfully near you) your life, if a king- dom rested on it, would not be worth the pur- chase of a farthing." While she still spake, the noise of a slight 62 STORIES OF WATERLOO. rustling in the heath was heard ; her glance rested quickly on the brow of the hillock oppo- site ; by an expressive turn of her eye she di- rected Kennedy's observation to the spot; and, nearly concealed by the thick heather, a man's head was visible. "Attend," she said in a deep whisper. "We must now follow a different course to what I had intended, or you are lost : go on boldly ; enter the hovel beyond the hill, and ask for refresh- ment and a guide : conceal who and what you are : be bold, be prudent ; for a stout heart, and a ready wit, alone can save you. I will be with you as soon as I can find one who will protect you with his life ; but, till I come, leave not the cabin : show neither alarm nor uneasiness, but trust to no one ; and now to deceive yonder spy, who watches us '' In a moment she assumed an air of rustic co- quetry ; the soldier perceived her object, and seizing her hand, attempted to snatch a kiss : — while appa- rently struggling in his arms, she muttered — " Go THE ADVENTURE, &C. 63 on— cross the hill without hesitation : be collected, for your life depends upon your acting;" — and springing from his hold, she struck him playfully on the face with her open hand, and then bound- ing from him, with a loud laugh, and the speed of a hunted deer, she turned the rock, and was out of sight in an instant. There was no braver man than Captain Ken- nedy ; but, as he followed the last flutter of the female's dress, as she vanished from his sight, he sensibly felt his own forlorn and destitute situa- tion : he was unarmed and alone, in the depth of a solitude, where human aid was hopeless ; and bis wild moni tress had but too clearly intimated, that danger, nay death, awaited him. Bitterly he cursed his imprudence for thus unnecessarily ex- posing himself; for none knew better than he did the ferocious character of the desperate men who infested these wilds. But while his heart beat fast ; while, in rapid succession, those bitter thoughts crowded thick upon each other, Kenne- dy did not forget the line of conduct pointed out 64 STORIES OF WATERLOO. for him to pursue. After a moment's hesitation, he resolutely prepared to cross the hill. Danger, imminent and deadly, lay in his path ; but if he did not seek it, it would undoubtedly find him. Endeavouring to master his agitation, and assum- ing a composure in his looks, far foreign from his heart, he boldly ascended the rising ground before him ; and as he cast apparently a careless glance across the hillock, he remarked the per- son who had been watching him crawl cautiously away among the heath, and disappear in the irre- gularities of the mountain's broken surface. When Kennedy gained the summit of the ridge he found himself above a little dell, situated in the bosom of the hill he had surmounted. It was a spot of singular loneliness; a stranger might pass near it repeatedly, and yet nothing but acci- dent reveal to him its existence. It had been evidently used for what the peasantry call a houilie, or temporary residence in the summer for the young persons of the lowland villages, who annually frequent these mountains with their cat- THE ADVENTURE, &C. 65 tie, which at stated times are driven up to be pastured. The roofless walls of several huts were still remaining, and one long hovel was covered with a rude thatch composed of the bent grass, which grew abundantly in the numerous swamps with which these wilds abounded. This hovel was inhabited : a clear blue smoke eddied from the imperfect roof, and through the fissures of its loosely-constructed walls ; and the small canal which led from the spring which we have before described, was artfully conveyed by many an ingenious winding, until it discharged its water into a rude trough which rested on the walls of the hovel. This, and the flashing of a large fire from the open door- way, at once showed Kennedy that this wild spot had been prepared for illicit distillation. Nor could a better situation have been selected than this lonely dell for carrying on this hazard- ous work extensively, and, at the same time, avoiding the chances of a discovery. The suc- cession of fresh water, which is indispensable for 66 STORIES OF WATERLOO. the process, fell in icy coldness from the spring into the vessel where it was required ; and the heated fluid it replaced with the refuse of the potall, as the liquor is termed from which the spirit is extracted, after it became exhausted in the still, was conveyed by concealed sewers to a distance ; and mixing with one of the streams, became speedily lost in the rush of its waters. While Kennedy was examining this lone retreat he felt himself rudely touched upon the shoulder, and on turning round, his eye met the same wild face which he had before indistinctly observed watching him when talking to the young female. There could not be a more savage-looking being than the man who now stood beside him. He was a low-sized person, of gaunt and bony propor- tions ; his limbs thin and sinewy, and, like his face and bosom, covered with red hair; his eye was wild and unsettled, and his air indicated a mixture of ferocity and cunning. Except a tat- tered shirt and short woollen drawers, he was per- fectly naked. He roughly demanded, in Irish, THE ADVENTURE, &C. 67 from the soldier, what business brought him there, and pointing to the hovel, signed that he must go there before him. To resist the mandate of the mountaineer would have been neither possible, nor politic ; and, remembering the directions given him by his fair monitress, Kennedy, although he understood his native language well, at once affected ignorance, and signing to the stranger to that effect, he preceded him in silence to the hut. The interior of the hovel displayed a melan- choly and revolting picture of savage life ; a still was at full work, attended by an old man and a lad. The former was one of those persons who, in the remote districts, where private distillation cannot be prevented, travel through the moun- tains, preparing the vessels used in the process, and either working them, or instructing those who may engage them in the mysteries of this wretch- ed trade. The lad was employed, under the direc- tions of the old man, and appeared as anxious to receive his precepts, in this art, as if he had Ob STORIES OF WATERLOO. been acquiring' a safe and reputable calling. At the farther end of the cabin a quantity of dry fern was spread. A torn blanket, and two or three frieze coats, were lying on the heap, and formed the covering of the occupants of the hut both by night and day. A cleeve, or pannier, filled with potatoes, with a metal pot, were stand- ing in the corner, and a couple of loys (narrow spades) and a rusty musket, comprised all the articles which the hovel contained. In a recess in the wall were a few earthen vessels and a glass ; these were for the customary uses of drinking, or ascertaining the strength and flavour of the spirit, as it fell from the worm. Kennedy's eye, in traversing the hut for a mo- ment, rested suspiciously on the old firelock ; but he quickly remarked that it was without a flint, and consequently useless. The men had with- drawn to a corner, and were conversing in a low whisper. From their frequently turning an in- quisitive look to the farther end of the cabin, which was wrapped in darkness, the soldier con- THE ADVENTURE, &C. 69 eluded there were more in the hut than he had yet discovered. Nor was he wrong : the still fire suddenly threw out a strong flash of light; and although the blaze was momentary, he observed a human figure, stretched in a dark recess, beyond the still ; but whether it was male or female — living or dead, the partial light prevented him from determining. While pondering on the course he should adopt — whether to address the inmates of the hut at once, or await patiently the result of their delibe- ration, a fourth person entered. He was very different in his dress and appearance from the per- sons within. He was a stout, powerful, middle- aged man, wearing excellent clothes, and carrying a clean carbine in his hand, with a case of pistols in a belt beneath his large coat, which thus an- swered the double purpose of concealing his arms, when necessary, or in rain protecting them from the weather. He measured Kennedy from head to foot with his eye, and beckoning to the two elder peasants, and throwing a malignant glance at the 70 STORIES OF WATERLOO. soldier, retired from the hut, accompanied by the mountaineers. At a little distance from the door they stopped, and a deep and earnest consultation was carried on in a low tone of voice, which prevented Ken- nedy from hearing a syllable of their conversa- tion ; but he well knew that it boded him no good. For an instant, he determined to attempt an escape ; but a moment's consideration told him that the thing was hopeless. The chances of suc- cess were desperate. It was nearly dark ; he had four persons to contend with, beside the sleeper ; and, for aught he could tell, others whom he had not seen were near him. Even could he free himself from these men, he was bewildered in a labyrinth of rocks and morasses, from which, in safety and day-light, he would find it nearly im- possible to extricate himself: — an escape would then be little short of miraculous. While thus deliberating, the outlaws re-entered ; and lifting a sort of wicker door from the wall, placed it across the entrance, and secured it with a THE ADVENTURE, &C. 71 spade ; and the armed man, addressing Kennedy, in excellent English, demanded bis name, residence, and the object which brought him to the moun- tains. With assumed calmness, the soldier replied, that he was a sportsman, and stranger, and al- lured by the report he had heard of the mountain lough, he had been induced to visit it. The robber shook his head, and turning to his companions, whispered in Irish, *'It is as I told you — we are set ; and if he had a thousand lives, he dies." Kennedy started : he knew the language inti- mately ; he heard his doom pronounced ; and that too by an idiomatic phrase in Irish, which conveyed the certainty of his murder in terms for which the English has no words sufficiently expressive. Kennedy's agitation did not escape the outlaw, who rapidly exclaimed, ''does he understand us?" The old man answered in the negative, but added, " try him yourself." In this moment of mental anguish, Kennedy's 72 STORIES OF WATERLOO. natural hardiesse saved him. The robber con- fronting him, addressed him in his native tongue ; and while he eyed him with a searching look, Kennedy, with astonishing composure, requested him to speak to him in English, for unfortunately he was an Englishman, and of course ignorant of the language. Apparently satisfied, the outlaw turned to his companions :—** You're right," he said, "the spy's a Sassenach ;" and advancing to the fire, he lighted a small torch composed of split bog-deal, and went to the corner of the hut, where, on a heap of fern, the human figure already remarked by the soldier was extended. During the momentary action of applying the torch to the fire, the old man, by emphatic ges- tures, would have prevented him; and when he saw him advance to the fern where the sleeper lay, he muttered as he crossed himself, and threw a look of pity on the victim, — " Mary, mother of God, be good to him ! for Johnny Gibbons never yet showed mercy." THE ADVENTURE, &C. 73 Every nerve in Kennedy's frame jarred ; the blood rushed back to his heart as the dreaded name of Gibbons was pronounced : the old out- law indeed spoke truly ; for that ruflBan never had shown mercy ! Kennedy knew him well by character; he had been an outcast from so- ciety since the rebellion of ninety-eight ; and while the other delinquents had generally re- ceived pardon, the ear of mercy was justly closed to him. He was the only one of the western rebels who had been guilty of delibe- rate bloodshed ; and his truculent disposition had not only been displayed to those whom he looked upon as his enemies, but also, and not unfrequently, to his misguided companions. For many years he had infested the wilds of Connemara ; but the wanton murder of a com- rade, and his repeated aggressions on the pea- santry, whom he plundered and ill-used, re- moved all that mistaken sympathy, which the lower Irish, in the remote parts of the king- dom, cherish for malefactors ; and the ruflSan VOL. I. D 74 STORIES OF WATERLOO. became an object of such general detestation, that he was forced to abandon the mountains, which for fifteen years had sheltered him. The party disturbances which prevailed in the neighbourhood of Woodford induced him to seek this wilderness as a suitable retreat ; and in consequence of the disaffection of some, and the wild character of the peasantry, who, even when unconnected with treasonable associa- tions, were generally, from the nature of their pursuits, opposed to the operations of the law, the outcast from Connemara here found pro- tection and support. Gibbons had been latterly joined by another ruffian, named Garland, who had also been obliged to screen himself from justice. This desperado had been a sort of agent employed by the mountain people to dispose of their whisky in the adjacent counties. In an affray with the revenue-men, an officer had lost his life by Garland's hand : he became, of course, a re- fugee ; and now rendered desperate, he had THE ADVENTURE, &C. 75 planned and executed Morton's murder, which has been already alluded to; — and a fit associate for Gibbons, their names became formidable to the country around. No wonder the soldier's heart sank when he saw the sleeping ruffian roused by his compa- nion, and heard him angrily demand " why he was awakened ?" The low dialogue was quick- ly terminated ; for with an execration, he bounded on his feet, and lifting a blunderbuss from beside him, staggered forward where Kennedy was leaning against the wall of the hovel. His look and air were indescribably savage ; his features were inflamed by inebriety, alarm, &nd revenge ; and as he steadied him- self within a few paces of his victim, he shot a glance of malignant exultation from beneath his shaggy eyebrows, which seemed to pre- clude all hope. The peasants appeared alarmed at the ex- pectation of a scene of cold-blooded butchery, and murmured prayers, mingled with entreaties, tS STORIES OF WATERLOO. which seemed unregarded by the ruthless being to whom they were addressed ; for after eyeing Kennedy deliberately, he suddenly raised and snapped the blunderbuss. It did not dis- charge ; and Gibbons, pouting out execrations, proceeded to re-prime it, from an immense flask of gunpowder which he took from his pocket. Kennedy now desperately sprang in and seized him ; but the struggle would have been a short one. Garland drew a pistol and advanced to the relief of his comrade, when suddenly the wicker door was driven in with violence; a huge dog rushed into the hut, and leaping at the ruffian's throat, pulled him in an instant to the ground. A terrible struggle, in which the robber's pistol went off without effect, ensued. If Kennedy's impending fate had excited a momentary feeling of remorse in the other sa- vages, his desperate resistance, and the un- expected appearance of his faithful ally, re- moved it ; for the red mountaineer seized a loy, and endeavoured to strike the dog from his THE ADVENTURE, &C. 77 hold ; and the young savage struck fiercely at the soldier, as he rolled upon the floor, locked in the deadly grasp of Gibbons. The scene of murder was hurrying to its close. Kennedy was suffering from the heavy blows of the lad, and Sailor was cut down by the edge of the spade ; when, at the moment, a pistol was discharged from the door; a man fell dead across the prostrate soldier, and the powder-flask rolled from Gibbons, and falling on the red embers of the still fire, exploded with tremendous violence. The roof was blown off* the hut, the walls rent asunder, and a scene of horrible confusion followed. The still was overturned ; the boiling liquor falling upon the young savage and Gibbons, who was already scorched by the explosion, they testified their pain by howls and terrific execrations. Kennedy, nearly suff*ocated, was with difii- culty dragged from under the fallen roof: he looked round in astonishment : he was sup- ported by a tall and powerful man ; and the 78 STORIES OF WATERLOO. young female he had encountered before he en- tered this murderous den bathed his temples in cold water, which she had carried in a hat from the spring. The stunned soldier had scarcely time to recollect himself when his pro- tector inquired if he could stand without assist- ance : he made the exertion, and found him- self able to move with tolerable freedom. " Heaven be praised !" exclaimed the stranger. " If ever you exerted your strength, use it now." As he spoke he put a light fowling- piece into his hand, and while the female led the way, he seized Kennedy's arm, and turn- ing round the angle of the rock, plunged into a ravine beyond it. There was no time for delay : the fire had already seized the thatch and timbers of the cabin, and dried almost to tinder by the con- stant heat, it was instantly in a blaze. By the lurid light of the burning hut several men were distinctly seen dragging the wounded ruffians from beneath the ruins. No excitement was THE ADVENTURE, &C. 79 requisite to urge Kennedy to rapid move- ment. The explosion had long since alarmed the mountaineers, and an immediate pursuit would probably take place. Without, however, encountering any fresh danger, the little party reached the crest of the hill which overlooked the town of Woodford. The guide stopped. ** I must leave you now," he said ; *' but fear nothing ; your safety is cer- tain. I would have conducted you into the barracks, but " He paused, and the sol- dier added — " You fear something there?" ** I do," said the peasant, frankly. " That I owe my life to you I need hardly say," re- sumed the soldier, " and now, how can I best repay it ? Will money ?" The outlaw waved his hand contemptuously. ** Or if, in return, I can afford you protection ; if you have committed any offence within the pale of pardon, speak ; — speak freely ; and should I be obliged to kneel at the foot of the king's throne, I will faithfully endeavour to 80 STORIES OF WATERLOO. obtain it. Have you trespassed beyond mercy I Is there blood upon your hands ?" " None," said the outlaw, calmly, '* but what was spilled to-night." *' Are you a robber? " " No r — and he drew himself up proudly. *' Then come with me," said Kennedy, as he took the wanderer's sinewy hand. There was a momentary silence. '* Pat," said the female, imploringly, " for my sake — for the sake of Him who died for us," — and she crossed herself — *' refuse not. Is it not better to meet the worst, when innocent, than keep the mountains till these savage men lead you into a life as wild and wicked as their own? Oh, Pat ! — for my sake — for the sake of what is yet unborn— leave the hills, and come in — Captain Kennedy and your own innocence will protect you — and what have you to fear ?" When she paused, the soldier united his en- treaties to her's ; but still the outlaw hesitated. The young woman seemed hurt and mortified. THE ADVENTURE, &C. 81 and in a voice betokening disappointment and wounded pride — " He won't, sir," she conti- nued, addressing Kennedy, " and we must seek some other haunt, for Garland's faction are too numerous here for our lives to be safe an hour. Come, Pat, let us go. I left all for you — father, mother, friends. I took you when all else frowned on you: — when the world slandered and threw you off, I clung to you, alone, and faithfully. In danger and distress when did I leave your side? and now I am ready to follow, go where and when you will !" '* No, no ! — by Heaven, Alice, for me you shall never more be exposed to injury and in suit. Captain Kennedy, Captain Dwyer is your prisoner!" As he spoke, he caught the female to his breast, and wept over her like a child. Then, as if ashamed that his weakness was witnessed, he dashed the tears aside, and taking the pis- tols from his belt, would have given them to Kennedy ; but he declined them, and, with a 82 STORIES OF WATERLOO. smile, added, " No, no, brother Captain, I am under your protection to my barrack, and then comes my turn." As he spoke the soldier led the way, and the outlaw and his mistress followed. The latter left them at the entrance of the village to seek a relative, in whose house she purposed remain- ing for the night. Kennedy and the outlaw directed their steps to the barracks, where, from the lights which flashed from the windows of the mess-room, the soldier calculated on finding his comrades over their wine. THE ROUTE. THE ROUTE. When the captain-commandant of the gar- rison of "Woodford retired from the mess-table, the worthy president, Doctor Mac Splint, and the other gentlemen of the sword, evinced no intention of imitating the example. Their curi- osity was unsatisfied, but that was no reason why their thirst should be left in a similar predica- ment. Accordingly the chairman's mandate for uncorking a fresh cooper was received without a dissentient voice ; and Phil Boyle, the master of the revels, being summoned to the presence, orders for the immediate preparation of a broiled bone were issued, as also for the production of m STORIES OF WATERLOO. *' mountain dew," it being deemed a proper con- comitant for the same. After exchanging his dress, which bore marks of the evening fray, Kennedy sought the prison of the outlaw. His orders had been strictly obeyed, and Dwyer comfortably lodged inside the guard-room. On opening the door, the wanderer was discovered lying on the bed undressed, bu- ried in profound repose. Without disturbing him, Kennedy left the guard-house, and know- ing from past experience that going to bed for the purpose of sleeping would be perfectly use- less, with Doctor Mac Splint president, and Captain Mac Carthy his guest, he determined to join the revellers and resume his seat at the table. Short as his absence had been, the worthy group he had deserted appeared not to have been unemployed. The reeling eye of the croupier, and the drunken wisdom concentrated in the chairman's look, fully attested that the last cooper had done its duty. One of the party THE ROUTE. 87 alone appeared unshaken. The elder dragoon sat as steadily in his chair as if the dinner had been just removed, and seemed a man on whose intellects wine could make no ravages. His was a splendid-looking figure ; strength and symmetry were there combined, and when some years younger, his face must have been strik- ingly handsome. He had yet scarcely reached the middle age, but dissipation more than time bespoke his ** wild youth passed." The hair once black as a raven's wing, was slightly griz- zled, and the healthy hue of manhood had given place to the deeper flush of constant and severe debauches. Mac Carthy possessed all that makes a soldier the idol of a regiment and a mess— boundless good-humour, inexhaustible anecdote, and a fine voice, united to consider^ able musical acquirements : his courage was proverbial, his honour chivalrous, and yet he was at the same time loved and dreaded. The life of society, the arbiter on every point of dis- 88 STORIES OF WATERLOO. puted honour, ** courted and caressed" by all. The anxious mother warned her boy against the effect of his example, and more than one cau- tious parent declined a cornetcy in the Ennis- killen Dragoons, fearing that Maurice Mac Car thy would lead his unschooled boy into late hours and military dissipation. It was said that this wild soldier had his moments of thought and melancholy. Under a plea of indisposition, at times he shut himself up and retired from society ; but no physician was admitted, no friend called in ; and as this self-seclusion was annually repeated, many strange and vague conjectures were afloat as to the probable cause of this singular custom. Attempts, originating in curiosity and attach- ment, had been made by his companions to solve the mystery which involved their com- rade's conduct:— the former had been fiercely and rudely repulsed — the latter firmly but de- cidedly rejected; and as the dragoon was no THE ROUTE. 89 man to trifle with, none presumed to urge the point farther. Mac Carthy appeared now to have reached that "sweet hour i' th' night" when care and the world are forgotten. If ever Melancholy had *' marked him for her own," she left no trace of her stern hand on his bold and joyous face ; and obeying the call of his companions to sing, he finished his bumper of claret, and with a sweet and powerful voice chanted the fol- lowing martial ditty : — THE CAPTAIN'S SONG. Comrade wake ! the sun is high — Hurrah ! my boys, the world's before ns ; The charger stamps, our banners fly, "While woman's tears to stay implore us. Hark ! 'tis the signal gun resounding — March ! each bosom's wildly bounding. The drum is struck, the bugle's sounding- Hurrah ! — a soldier's life for me. Chorus. Hurrah ! — a soldier's life for me. 90 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Comrade, why that pensive eye ? Hurrah ! my boys, the world's before us 5 Why for one woman waste a sigh,^ When more are waiting to adore us ? The soldier's breast should own no care. Light be his range from fair to fair ! Does Cbloris frown ? Psbaw — leave her there< Hurrah ! — a soldier's life for me. Chorus. Hurrah !— a soldier's life for rae. Leaves will fall and soldiers too — Hurrah ! my boys, the world's before us 5 Why then of death make much ado, When beauty's streaming eyes deplore us ? List ! — 'tis the battle's rising cry — List ! — 'tis the cheer of victory — Come, glorious hour ! Who fears to die ? Hurrah ! — a soldier's life for me. Chorus. Hurrah ! — a soldier's life for me. The bold dragoon ceased amid the plaudits of his companions as Kennedy came forward. The grilled and devilled bones were quickly de- THE ROUTE. 91 spatched, and the glasses again and again re- plenished. There was a general anxiety mani- fested to hear from the captain of grenadiers a narrative of the night's adventures; and, to the horror of Mac Splint, and the astonishment of all, he detailed the particulars of his perilous excursion to the mountain lough. " Frank," cried the dragoon with mock gra- vity, as he concluded his story, " thou wilt be a great man yet, and may even attain the rank of major-general. What ! after escaping being pinked at Badajoz — and being blown up to- night, in company with Johnny Gibbons and the red distiller ! Thy life's a charmed one ; but where is the honest gentleman who saved you in the nick of time ?" ** Fast asleep, poor fellow ! — sound as a watchman. He seems to feel his present secu- rity. 'Tis many a long day, I suppose, since he rested without dreaming of gyves and gib- bets." 92 STORIES OF WATERLOO. " An' God guide us all ! — Kennedy, boy/' said Mac Splint, " what will ye do with this wild cretur 1 ye'll surely not let him out upon the world ?" " No, my dear fellow, certainly not. I have struck out, I think, a good plan for him al- ready : he can be profitable to himself, and useful to the community." " An' what's that, Francie, boy ?" '* Make him hospital sergeant," rejoined Kennedy, with perfect gravity. " I found out, Duncan, in our walk home, that in his youth he had mixed boluses for an apothecary in Loughva. You want an assistant ; I heard you say so this morning." " Put him in my hospital ! — ha ! ha! Gad, if I vexed him, he wouldna stop to brain me with my ain spatula. Na, Francie : the fellow's tall enough : tak him to yerself, man : he'll match your squad well. Since we've recruited in Trelan, if I'm not in dread walkin my own THE ROUTE. 93 wards ! Sich a set of deevils and desperados ! — why, I shake like an aspen when I'm called to examine a recruit : — all rapparees and rib- bon-men, through other !" *' Why, thou slanderous Skeyman ! thou true descendant of Celtic robber and northern pi- rate ! how durst you libel * the land that gave Patrick his birth V and five of his progeny pre- sent ! Hallo, Maurice ! what does he de- serve V " Hanging, at least!" roared the dragoon. *' Oh ! hang him, certainly," hiccupped the vice-president, awaking from a sound sleep. " Hang him, certainly !" shouted the lieute- nant of light infantry, springing from the chair, and seizing a sash from the wall. In vain Mac Splint, who often suffered from the mad pranks of his drunken comrades, remonstrated. The loop was already over his neck, and Mac Car- thy was selecting a peg for the suspension, when a noise was heard in the street : the cen- 94 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tinel's challenge was answered ; the guard turn- ed out, and the gate was unbarred. *' Stop !" said Kennedy. " Who the deuce is come?" '*'Tis a horseman," said Mansell. " One of our own," cried Mac Carthy, look- ing from the window. The dragoon had now dismounted, and ushered in by the sergeant of the guard, ad- vanced, and delivered his dispatch to ** the officer commanding at Woodford." Kennedy broke the seal. — ** The route, by Heaven !" *' The route!" was responded by all: — ^' where? where?" " Here is a note for you, Maurice." "Hurrah ! orders of readiness for us too !" exclaimed the dragoon. "This looks like busi- ness. Mansell, send for your servant. I must be off to head-quarters : get your squad ready ; you'll be called in to-morrow." THE ROUTE. 95 *' Won't you stay till morning, Maurice?" '* Is it not morning already, boy?" replied the dragoon. " A cool ride of three hours at cock-crow, is just the thing after a warm night, Ned. Kennedy, you'll march through Old Bridge, and you all dine with us, of course. Execution is respited for the present on Dun- can ; but we'll finish it there." ** Ay ; and so you may if ye catch me. ISTa, na, Mac : ye'll not send me home agen on a door, carried by sax dragoons, and the bugles blowin afore me." ** But," said the dragoon, '*does not Xapo- leon deserve to be canonised ? Here we might have remained till doom'sday, had not * le petit caporal,' as the French fellows call him, given his watch the slip from Elba, and taken off our embargo. Hurrah ! — service for ever !" " Via ! rouse thee, man," roared the captain of grenadiers. " Out with a couple of corks. Boyle, fresh glasses. Come, lads, a round to 96 STORIES OF WATERLOO. the old trade. — Service for ever ! and damn still-hunting !" Again the revelry vs^as renewed: "fast and furious " the drinking recommenced. Man- sell fell off his chair, and was carried to bed. Mac Splint staggered out with apparent diffi- culty, muttering his intention of " takin an hoor's sleep before he would move the hospi- tal." *' The lads," as he called the lieutenants, crawled off after him, endeavouring, with the assistance of their servants, to find their way to their rooms ; while Mac Carthy, having given orders to have his horse brought to the door in an hour, sat down with Kennedy tete-a-tete. *' By the way, Frank, what's to be done with the mountain man you were so kind as to introduce to us last night ?" " By Jove, Maurice, this route puzzles me; I hardly know what to do with him. I am ignorant of his crimes, or what cause it THE ROUTE. 97 might be, which sent him wandering through the hills." " What, suppose we send for him ?" ''With all my heart. Duncan is gone, and we can now hear his story without risking the loss of our accomplished doctor, through fear and terror. Ring ; the bell is at your elbow." *' The sergeant of the guard being sent for, was directed to bring in the prisoner ; and in a few minutes returned, accompanied by the peasant. The large coat which had concealed him was laid aside, and a fine, handsome young man presented himself. His countenance was open and intelligent ; his figure tall, and ad- mirably proportioned ; and his whole appear- ance bespoke him to be above the common description of the Irish peasantry. " Dvvyer," said Kennedy, addressing him, when the sergeant had left the room, *' we have unexpectedly got the route, and march in a day or two, when relieved by the veterans. I VOL. I. E 98 STORIES OF WATERLOO. am anxious to discharge my debt to you ; — how can I best do it ?" The peasant bowed gratefully. "If I knew the particulars of your story," resumed Kennedy, ** I might probably be more serviceable ; but if there is any thing connected with your case which it may be imprudent to make public, conceal it; for I only generally inquire to find the way in which I can befriend you." Dwyer was silent for a time. *' Captain Kennedy," said he, at length, " there is no act of my bumble life for which I have cause to be ashamed. My fate has been as unfortunate, a.s my birth lowly. If the detail of events connected with a peasant's life would not tire you, and the other gentleman, I would tell you my hum> ble history, as truly as if I knelt at the con- fessional." While the soldiers, struck with the stran- ger's manner, listened with attention, the latter I bus commenced. THE OUTLAW'S STORY. THE OUTLAW S STORY " My father was a soldier. He was a tall and handsome fellow : frequented fairs and wakes, and hurling matches ; and by all ac- counts, was handier with the cudgel than the spade. From his wild, unsettled habits, a dra- goon-officer, who accidentally met with him while grouse-shooting on the moors, easily per- suaded him to enlist. He did so, and left his native mountains ; and while on detachment in an English village, married the daughter of a wealthy yeoman, who discarded her for the match. She followed her husband to Flanders : he fell in battle; and my mother having conveyed ')L02 STORIES OF WATERLOO. me to my uncle's house, died there soon after, leaving me in his care. " My uncle was the parish priest : he was a kind-hearted, simple man. Having no near relative but myself, he became much attached to me as I grew up, and formed the resolution of educating me to the church, that I might as- sist him when old, and eventually succeed him in the parish. Poor man ! his stock of learning was not extensive ; but such as it was, he did his best to impart it to his nephew. " From my infancy I felt averse to the idea of becoming a priest. I suppose my father's habits had descended to me. I would follow a grouse-shooter all day ; or employ myself in digging for foxes in the hills, and spearing otters in the river. If an eagle's airy was to be robbed, I must be present at the perpetration. I fished with skill ; and for my opportunities, none shot better. I was sent for to all hurling- matches ; and at foot-ball, was considered to be unrivalled. All this was but a poor prepara- THE outlaw's story. 103 tion for divinity ; but I was unsuited for the cowl ; and had I ever thought of a life of celi- bacy, circumstances occurred which made me abandon the church for ever. '* My uncle's parish was one of the remotest in Erris ; it was separated by a chain of moun- tains from the more open parts of the county ; and, besides the peasantry and fishermen, there was but one family of the better order within the limits of his spiritual charge. *' This was a gentleman's of ruined fortune. He had been in early life extravagant ; and having utterly destroyed a property which came to him overloaded with debts, he had been forced in his declining years to retire to the miserable remnant of his patrimony, a large mountain farm, situated by the side of my uncle's house. ** Mr. Percival had an only daughter. Like her parent, she had seen happier days ; but she had cheerfully followed him to his retirement, and every exertion of her's was used to make 104 STORIES OF WATERLOO. their humble home comfortable, and render his declining years as happy as their limited means would permit. There was naturally an inti- macy between the priest and his principal parishioner. They were every day together; and Agnes Percival and I became inseparable companions. She was a young, artless, inte- resting girl ; and before I even suspected dan- ger, I found that I loved her passionately. I never once considered that a barrier was placed between us, which could never be removed by me. I was an orphan — a dependent. My uncle had not saved, as I believed, a shilling from his small income ; for he was hospitable and hu- mane, and consequently his parish was scarcely able to support him. I was destined for a churchman. I had no other hope in life. My uncle was well advanced in years ; and if he could defray the expenses attending my educa- tion at Maynooth college, it was the utmost I could expect from him. *' Yet I madly persevered in loving. * The THE outlaw's story. 105 Fathers,' and the few dull tomes of dogmatic theology, which formed my uncle's library, were abandoned for Shakspeare, and some lighter books, which Percival had brought with him. My time was spent in killing game and fish, for presents to my mistress, or in wander- ing on the sea-shore, or reading by the side of a mountain stream the magic pages of the bard of Avon ; and when twilight fell, I mused on imaginary days of happiness, which, in all pro- bability, I was never fated to realise. ** But this dream was soon to be dissolved. I had spent the evening with Agnes ; our con- versation had been free and unreserved ; we sat on the heathy bank of her little garden, which with my assistance she had formed. Insensibly I became excited, till, throvving off all restraint, I confessed my secret attachment, and implored her to return my love. Her face was crimsoned ; her eyes were filled with tears ; she trembled and was agitated ; and I was kneeling at her feet when, at the moment, Percival stood be- 106 STORIES OP WATERLOO. fore us : his countenance flashed with rage ; he shook with violent passion ; he indignantly cursed my presumption, upbraided me with my poverty, and scornfully contrasted his daugh- ter's family with mine ; and then ordering me to quit his presence, he took Agnes harshly by the arm, and hurried her from my sight, leaving me rooted to the spot. *' When I recovered my recollection, I hur- ried to the shore, and for some hours wandered among the rocks. It was dark when I returned to my uncle's. Percival had been there, and from the priest's manner I could easily guess that he had received from the father of Agnes no favourable account of the evening scene in his garden. The old man reproached me bit- terly with duplicity. I had deceived him. He had educated me carefully for the priesthood ; and was I about to throw away an opportunity of settling myself for life? " I was silent, and he marked my irresolution. * Pat,' said he, with much emotion, * I have hi- THE outlaw's story. 107 therto been a father to you, and out of my small income I saved this purse for your college expenses/ He took out from his bureau an old glove filled with silver coins and a few bank- notes. * I have promised Mr. Percival that you shall leave this place to-morrow. Enter May- nooth forthwith : take this, it will defray your charges there. Come back to me a student, or never come again !' So saying, he rose abruptly, entered his little sleeping room, bolted the door, and left me standing in the kitchen, with the old glove filled with dues and ofierings in my hand. *' Left to myself, I quickly formed my de- termination. I collected my small stock of linen, wrote a tender epistle to Agnes, bidding her adieu, and telling her that for her I had left home and kindred ; entrusted my letter to an idiot boy who lived with my uncle, and with my bundle over my shoulders, and the priest's purse in my pocket, T started ; crossed the mountains by moonlight, and ere morning 108 STORIES OF WATERLOO. dawned had reached the town of Ballinagh, and finding a recruiting party there, I enlisted, and entered the dragoon guards. ** A year passed away. My squadron was quartered in Ballinrobe. My fate was un- known to my friends ; and my poor uncle little thought that the youth he had destined for the- ology had abandoned the church for the riding- house. I was already made a corporal, and was a general favourite with the regiment. *' One evening I was cleaning my appoint- ments at the stable door, when I perceived a wild-looking lad wandering through the bar- rack yard, and staring at every dragoon he passed. His appearance was familiar to me. I approached him, and discovered the well- known features of Morteein heg (little Martin), my uncle's fool. The poor creature uttered a cry of delight, and with strange grimaces and great caution gave me a sealed letter. I broke it open. My heart beat, my cheek burned, as I read it. It was from Agnes. She told me THK outlaw's story. 109 that I had been recognised by a herd, while driving cattle from the mountains to an inland fair. She implored me, if I still loved her, to come home without a moment's delay. Perci- val had determined to marry her to a wealthy trader from Galway : he was old, ugly, dis- sipated, and disagreeable, but he was im- mensely rich, and had offered settlements which her father had accepted. The suitor was now absent completing all arrangements for the marriage and her removal to Galway ; and on the third evening, unless I found means to prevent it, she would be a bride. *' I had a comrade, who had since I joined the regiment been my bosom friend. I showed him Agnes' letter. By his advice I applied to the commanding officer for a few days' leave of absence. Unfortunately the colonel was absent, and the major was cross and gouty. He re- fused me. I attempted to expostulate and plead my cause ; but he cut matters short by 110 STORIES OP WATERLOO. throwing a boot-jack at my head, and swearing he would send me to drill for my impertinence. My blood, already in a fever, now boiled with rage, and I determined to desert that night. Accordingly, I conveyed by Morteein a suit of coloured clothes, which I had fortunately pre- served, to a public-house in the town, told my friend of my desperate resolution, and, unmoved by his remonstrances, once more put the priest's purse in my pocket, and waiting till all was quiet, scaled the wall, changed my dress, and, accompanied by Morteein, left the dragoon guards, as I had my uncle's house, by moon- light. " We walked all night, and to avoid pursuit, rested during the day. On the third morning, the morning of that night which would see Agnes united to another, I gained the mountain pass above my uncle's house. I stopped to rest myself, and contrive some plan for seeing my mistress privately, when suddenly one of my THE outlaw's story. Ill former companioDs appeared below, and waving his hand, hurried up the hill to meet me. He had been watching* for me. *' The news of my desertion had already reached the mountains ; for on the same night an officer's room had been plundered of a con- siderable sum ; and as I had been observed counting money in the public-house where I had changed my dress, I was suspected to be the thief, and a military party had been de- spatched after me. Heavens and earth ! accused of theft ! and how strongly would circumstances tell against me ! I had unfortunately been re- marked by the publican reckoning my uncle's purse, and from my flight no wonder I was de- nounced as the robber of the barrack-room. " What was to be done ? I dared not ap- proach the village, lest I should be seen and apprehended ; and in a few hours Agnes would be lost to me for ever. I told my friend my situation. I showed him the priest's purse, with my uncle's name on the notes, and at once re- 112 STORIES OF WATERLOO. moved any suspicion which might be attached to me for the felony. My companion took a warm interest in my affairs, and leaving me concealed in a ravine, hastened to collect my young friends, and consult with them what was the best course to pursue in my present emer- gency. *' I remained in my retreat till evening, when Austin Malley, my friend, returned. He brought me refreshments, and also the welcome news that he had seen my mistress, and re- moved from her mind the disgraceful charge of robbery, which had been insinuated against me. He told me that Percival was uneasy at my de- sertion, and was determined that the Galway trader, who had just arrived, should be married that night to Agnes, and set off next morning for his own residence with the bride. Austin had sounded my old comrades, and found them ardent to evince their affection, by assisting me in this my hour of need. We held a council of war, and it was resolved that Agnes should THE outlaw's story. 113 be carried off that evening. To effect this would be somewhat perilous, for Connolly hav- ing come by sea, had filled his hooker with friends to assist at his bridal. ** Late in the evening I left my place of con- cealment, and by the light of a full harvest moon approached the dwelling of my mistress. About a dozen fine able young fellows were waiting for me, well mounted and armed. We left our horses in a hollow, and with Austin and half a dozen of his friends, advanced to Percival's house. All within was noise, and joy, and revelry ; the servants were dancing in the kitchen ; the guests were drinking in the parlour; and this being the room where the principal company assembled, it was literally crowded with people. " Connolly had brought a strange priest with him ; for my uncle being apprised of Agnes' aversion to the marriage, had refused to per- form the ceremony. Suddenly there was a bustle among the company ; the priest put on his 114 STORIES OF WATERLOO. vestment, and the missal was open in his hand ; the doughty bridegroom was vainly endeavour- ing to bring my handsome mistress forward, when I burst into the apartment. The women uttered a tremendous yell ; the men pressed on to see what had caused this unexpected interrup- tion. I threw th«m, right and left, aside, until I gained the place where the bride was stand- ing. In vain Connolly interposed. I hurled him to the end of the chamber, and lifting Agnes in my arms, carried her fainting to the door. In vain Percival and Connolly's friends would have torn her from my grasp. My com- rades seconded me gallantly, and covered my retreat until we reached our horses, when, mounting with the bride, we spurred them to a gallop, and left pursuit behind us. " Next day I made Agnes my wife. We were obliged to leave the county and conceal ourselves in the mountains here ; and through the winter we have had a perilous and wretched life. I need not conceal from you that neces- THE outlaw's story. 115 sity obliged rae to head a lawless band ; but, except in prosecuting contraband adventures, I have never commanded or joined them. I have restrained them from robbery, and I have pre- vented the commission of any act of violence. " Gibbons and Garland were ray deadly ene- mies. The former attempted to deprive me of the command ; but, in a personal contest, I de- feated and disarmed him. The other ruflBan, who fell by my hand last night, way-laid and fired at me a few days since. I saw him steal from his ambush ; but I had devoted him to death. I overheard him, with Gibbons, plot- ting my murder, and, what sealed his fate with me, the violation of my wife." The outlaw's face flashed as he alluded to the intended injury of Agnes. *' But, Dwyer, why did you interest yourself for me? I was a stranger to you, and you owed me no favour." " Pardon me, captain," said the outlaw, *' I did, and a heavy obligation it was. Last win- 116 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ter, on a desperate snowy night, you surprised the cabin where I was sleeping. I had hardly a moment to conceal myself. There was a hollow in the wall, beside the pallet where my wife and I lay, into which I crept. Agnes, as if from alarm, shrank to that side, and effec- tually hid me. You entered ; the soldiers searched the cabin; their information of my being there was positive ; and, irritated at not finding me, they attempted to remove the bed coverings from my wife, and even threatened to pull down the roof. Poor Agnes was nearly dead with terror. You approached the humble pallet where she lay — * Fear not, my girl ; I would rather a dozen ribbon-men escaped than one unprotected female should be injured ; yourself and your poor hut shall be respected. Turn out, lads !' and, bidding my wife * Good night!' you took the men away and left the hovel. " I then swore that I would repay the life you unintentionally saved ; and when I saw you THE outlaw's story. 117 this morning heading to the lake, I stopped the spy, who was hastening to apprise Gibbons and Garland of your being in their power. Both had vowed to be revenged of you, for you had often exposed them to imminent danger, by following them in dark and stormy nights, when they did not believe that the soldiery would leave their quarters." " And now, Dwyer, what can be done for you?" said Kennedy. *' Let me go with you," said the outlaw. " Let me, by loyal and honest service, prove that necessity, not choice, led me to oppose the laws." " Your wish shall be granted ; you shall be enrolled in my own company." The outlaw bowed in grateful acknowledg- ment ; and on arriving at head-quarters, the commanding officer received Dwyer into the 28th, and promised him his protection. THE MARCH THE MARCH. Early on a sweet spring morning, the de- tached companies of the 28th marched from "Woodford for head- quarters. Than this dis- tinguished regiment no finer body of men could be found. Some corps might boast larger grenadiers, or a more compact light infantry ; but a military eye would dwell with pleasure on the ranks of this gallant regiment. The termi- nation of the war had enabled Colonel Hilson, the commanding officer, to invalid all whose best days had gone by ; and while a large pro- portion of veteran soldiers remained, the vacan- cies were filled with the elite of the western peasantry, who, from their naturally martial VOL. I. F 122 STORIES OF WATERLOO. disposition, and the absence of useful or manu- facturing employment, are ever ready to adopt a military life, and leave a home, which, from neglected advantages, and the abandonment of the heartless landlords, can promise no perma- nent advantage to the tenant, beyond that ac- quired by labour barely requited, by procuring the common necessaries of existence. On the third evening the flank companies rejoined the regiment, whose route being for a northern sea-port, moved the following morn- ing, and, in two divisions, directed its march on Newry. Ireland, the great military depot of Britain, was in agitation from one extremity to the other. A simultaneous movement of the sol- diery had taken place ; the effective regiments were ordered to the coast for embarkation ; the field artillery left the forts where they had been cantoned ; and the corresponding marches of militia and veteran companies to replace the garrisons vacated by the corps ordered on ser- THE MARCH. 123 vice, crowded the leading roads, and filled the towns lying in the line of march to an overflow. On the fourth day the Enniskillen dragoons and the 28th regiment, which had been moving by parallel routes, crossed each other at Long- ford. The barracks were occupied by English militia, and the inns and private houses were assigned to the soldiers on their march; and from the smallness of the town, could afford but indifferent accommodation to. both the dra- goons and infantry. Colonel Hilson and Ken- nedy were billeted in the same house where Captain Mac Carthy with Cornet Mansell had been already quartered ; and, as the three former had been well acquainted, and served together during the Peninsular war, the acci- dental meeting on the march was a subject of satisfaction to all. Colonel Hilson had commenced his military career in the Royal Irish Artillery. He served in that corps till its reduction, after the rebellion of 1798, and rejoining the army after the short 124 STORIES OF WATERLOO. peace, entered into the line, and distinguished himself in the Peninsula. He had been on the personal staff of the lamented Picton, and, on the termination of the war, obtained the command of a regiment for his past services. Hilson held a proud place in the annals of British bravery. Admired by his officers and beloved by his men, he had, by a system pe- culiar to himself, brought his regiment to a state of efficiency and discipline which justly ranked it among the finest in the service ; and yet severity of drill, and that disgrace to the British army, corporal punishment inflicted for trivial offences, were unknown in the 28th. Hilson was in the prime of life ; his figure tall and slight, with a burnt brow and faded cheek, which told of fatigue endured, and a residence in unhealthy climates; his eye, like Napoleon's, was dark, quick, and searching; and in the character of his face there was something so manly and intelligent, that one preferred it far to fresher beauty and a more THE MARCH. 125 regular cast of features. Mac Carthy had been for a time attached to the same staff with Hilson ; and although no two men on earth were more dissimilar in their habits, they en- tertained for each other a sincere regard. As the evening advanced the lowering of the clouds, and a rising wind gave token of an ap- proaching tempest. Young Mansell complained of fatigue, and retired early, leaving his com- panions to talk over their wine of past cam- paigns and military adventure, and speculate on those scenes of martial life which were now in perspective. Time flew unheeded. Hilson, though proverbially moderate in his cups, exhi- bited no wish to abridge the conviviality of his friends; while 3Iac Carthy, whose spirits rose as the hours advanced to midnight, amused his companions with curious anecdotes of himself, given in that naive manner which, when he pleased, made his stories irresistible. Kennedy alone seemed thoughtful. — "Frank," said the dragoon, " art thou arranging thy 126 STORIES OF WATERLOO. affairs, man ? Come, rouse thee, boy ; for ' when shall we three meet again V What, ho ! some wine, here. Hang it, the bell is broken. Kennedy, thou art some ten years younger than Hilson and myself; thou hast a happy share of effrontery, with a swagger in thy gait, which no bar-maid can withstand. The host's daughter is pert and pretty. Go down, use thy winning ways, and get us a cooper of sounder port than the last the jade sent us." Kennedy rose with a smile, and left the room to do his comrade's bidding. '* Frank is but dull to-night," said the colonel. " Is he in love, Maurice?" " Probably enough," answered Mac Carthy. *' It would be a pity he made a fool of himself — he's a kind lad." " And a brave one," said Hilson. " We should be proud of him, Maurice, for he's a favourable specimen of Ireland : he has a lion's spirit, with a woman's heart." THE MARCH. 127 " A. woman's heart ! Pish ! — a woman has no heart," said the dragoon scornfully. " Come, Maurice, leave the sex alone. I mention Kennedy, to prove that a sensitive heart may inhabit the same breast which holds a daring spirit. On the retreat from Burgos^ his was one of the covering regiments, and con- sequently its losses were severe. A sergeant who was accompanied by his wife, with an in- fant in her arms, was killed early in the retreat, and she soon after died from fatigue. At the close of the hot skirmish Kennedy was retir- ing, having driven back the French advance, when the body of a young and beautiful female lying dead on the road side attracted his atten- tion. He stooped to look at it, and the men recognised the wife of their deceased comrade. A child was folded in the arms of the corpse. Kennedy gazed on the infant — it was alive and sleeping. His eyes filled as he gazed on this singular picture of human destitution — a sleep- ing infant — a dead mother, and all around be- 128 STORIES OF WATERLOO. speaking" war, and want, and desolation. * I could not leave it,' he said; and raising the slumbering child, he folded it carefully in his cloak, while the soldiers turned a few sods with their bayonets, and threw them lightly over the body of the ill-starred mother. With the as- sistance of his servant he conveyed the poor orphan safely to the lines, and afterwards had it sent to England and placed in one of our military asylums for soldiers' children. " I saw Kennedy at the storming of Badajoz; the company lost its captain, and he led it to the assault. I saw him place the first ladder : he mounted it, and it was thrown from the walk by the French. He mounted it again and again ; and though bleeding from bayonet thrusts and sword cuts, he made good at last his desperate footing, and followed by his daring comrades, he carried in succession the different defences of the castle ; and as they drove the French from work to work, above the infernal din of that tremendous night, the roar of can- THE MARCH. 129 non, and the roll of musquetry, the hissing of rockets, and the bursting of shells, the wild and terror-striking cheer of the 88th was audible, mingled with their well-known cry of * Faugh a ballagh.'"* '* Frank is a gallant fellow," said the dra- goon. " But what a night it is ! — how it blows ! — and lightning too !— it is a regular tempest." " A tremendous night to be in the channel. Ha ! that squall ! it shakes the very table." " It was such a night last autumn," said Mac Carthy, " when the American vessel went ashore on the northern coast, where I was then quar- tered. We were brought out early next morn- ing by the magistrate, to preserve from plunder any property which might come ashore. At" a short distance from the vessel, which was now * " Faugh a ballagh" is the charging word of the 87lh and 88tli Irish regiments. Its literal meaning is, " clear the way." A French ofl&cer, speaking of the Peninsular war, says, " that nothing shook the steadiness of the French infantry, but the wild cheer of the Irish regiments, as they came up to a bayonet charge." 130 STORIES OF WATERLOO. lying high and dry upon the sands, I observed something drift in with the tide. Some of the peasantry had watched it, and descending from the cliffs, they were examining what it was, when I rode off to ascertain if it was any thing worth saving. On coming up, the country people left it, and retired hastily. It was the body of a man, apparently a foreigner. No clothes except a sailor's trowsers were on the corpse; but the shirt appeared too fine to be the property of a common mariner. The pea- sants who had been before me had plundered the pockets, and no clue remained to assist me in determining who the stranger had been. I was retiring slowly, when at the distance of a few paces, my horse struck with his foot a small tin case which the plunderers had dropped in their hurry. I dismounted and picked it up, and finding that it contained a roll of written paper, I brought it with me. The water had not penetrated the case, and the writing re- mained uninjured." THE xMARCH. 131 " What was the manuscript?" inquired Co- lonel Hilson. " I have but partially looked over it," replied Mac Carthy. '' Are you, Hilson, an adept at decyphering a cramp handwriting ? The scroll is in my writing- box. " Bring it hither, Maurice," said the com- mander. " A tale, a story, or even a sailor's will, will be some relief from the tedium of a dull night, in dreary quarters." The dragoon produced the case ; and, on opening it, the papers were found in perfect preservation. Kennedy having returned with the handsome bar-maid, on the opening of a fresh bottle, was pronounced by Mac Carthy to have executed his commission successfully ; and while the storm roared fearfully without, the bog-deal fire was replenished, and Hilson finding the manuscript sufficiently legible, read the following narrative to his comrades. SARSFIELD. SARSFIELD If lusty love should go in quest of beauty. Where should he find it fairer than in Blanche ? If realous love should go in quest of virtue. Where should he find it purer than in Blanche ' If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanche ? Shakspeare. There is not a sweeter spot on earth than the village of M . To view it to advan- tage, go to the little hill which rises near the river ; and, seated beneath one of the splendid lime-trees which grow upon the mount, turn your eyes down the valley, and follow the many 136 STORIES OF WATERLOO. windings of the gentle stream. The large and venerable park of the ancient family of De Warre bounds the hamlet with its ivy-clus- tered walls ; and the mansion, unaltered for ages, displays its shafted chimnies through the dark oak wood, which screens it from the vil- lage. Farther off, and in fine relief, the church appears ; the old town in lone and iso- lated majesty, rearing its mouldering battle- ment above the sombre yews, which have been its companions for a century. The hillock, from which this fair scene is best viewed, is a favourite haunt of mine. When the summer*s day is closing, it is re- freshing to visit this quiet spot — following the wooded banks of the sparkling rivulet. And yet this retreat is seldom sought by others : some wild story, of a long-forgotten murder, is prevalent in the neighbourhood : the peasant returning from his labour, hurries hastily on ; the milk-maid ceases in her carol ; and the schoolboy winds up his fishing-line, and passes SARSFIELD. 137 quickly down the brook, although a sullen pool eddies around the base of the acclivity here, and offers a likely retreat for the larger fish to rest in. But here I love to wander : here T love to see the evening sun descend behind the distant high grounds ; and here my full heart can often find relief, undisturbed by the mockery of hu- man sympathy, and spared from the insulting pity of a heartless world. God ! — my boys ! — and those too, my youngest, and my last ! * * ^ * # . # ik^ ^ 1 spent the best portion of my life beneath the glowing skies of India. Ambition taught me to submit to all the inconveniences and dangers of a torrid clime. I grew opulent, and looked impatiently to the hour when my labours should be crowned with success, and I should return to my native land, with wealth, not only sufficient for my wants, but for my wishes. That time came. I returned to Eng- XdS STORIES OF WATERLOO. land safely : my name was but a lowly one, my family obscure. I would raise it up by a proud alliance ; and I succeeded. My ambition was nearly satisfied. I had children. I had wealth. I was allied to a family old as the Conquest. I had become purchaser of their ancient place ; and under a well-concerted plea, assumed the proud name and arms of my wife, who was a descendant of the house of De War re. My wife died suddenly ; and with that event, a consequent course of misery opened, which has seldom been surpassed in the detail of pri- vate sufl'ering : — mark how quickly my calami- ties succeeded each other. I had purchased a West India property ; and it was necessary — absolutely necessary, that a master's eye should be placed over it for a time. As a companion, I took my eldest boy with me ; and my voyage out was prosperous as my earlier career in life. I visited my estates, arranged their economy, and re-embarked for SARSFIELD. 139 Europe. The wind was fair as I could wish ; the sea which divided me from home was cleft rapidly: — distance decreased, and I re- tired, on the tenth evening of my voyage, to my cabin, to calculate the day on which I should be again in my native England. Midnight came : the bell was struck, and the watch changed ; the lamp burned dimly, and I listened to the light slumbers of my boy, who was sleeping in a berth beside me. I quietly sank to repose — deep unbroken repose. Sudden- ly I heard a fearful rushing noise. I was thrown violently from my cot ; the lamp fell and was extinguished: — all was confused— in- definite — horrible ! The water poured down the hatchway. I rushed madly on, and gained the deck ; and in another moment the ship set- tled and sank ! a squall had struck her when under a press of sail : she upset instantly ; and every soul, except myself, went down with her ! # # * # * Time brought its cure, and I partially sue- 140 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ceeded in forgetting mj^ lost child. My second, a girl, grew up with promises of mental endow- ments, well calculated to encourage brilliant hopes in the ardent breast of a parent. Nor was this precocious talent evanescent : her mind was developed with her years, and Nature had formed her in her fairest mould. One circumstance alone alloyed my happiness : there was a delicacy of constitution, perceptible from the cradle, which rendered every care requi- site ; but I hoped the best, and trusted that she would strengthen as she advanced to womanhood. The unruffled sweetness of her temper, the in- nocency of her artless disposition, wound round my heart, and I adored — nay, worshipped Emily. Alas! how fugitive were the pleasing hopes I indulged in ! Her looks underwent an alarming change, and my suspicions were fearfully awak- ened. I hurried to London for advice ; and the appalling intelligence was conveyed to me that my girl's case was a consumptive one, I took SARSFIELD. 141 her instantly to Lisbon. I spent three years in torturing suspense ; but change of climate was unsuccessful — human aid was inefficient — the decree had gone forth, and at Nice the darling of my soul resigned her gentle spirit, and, calm as a dying infant, breathed her last sigh, invoking a blessing upon her father ; and sinking on my agonised bosom, her eye, dim in death, was turned upon mine, to give me its last lingering look of earthly love. I brought her corpse to England, and yonder marble, in the village church, stands over all that remains of the child whom I idolised. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ■^ ^ Evening has closed a sultry day. The sun is sinking slowly, and the dew rising in fleecy wreaths from the meadows beneath, eddies round the mount I stand upon. Was ever scene so quiet and so fair ? It would afford a goodly subject of repose to the magic pencil of Lorraine. All is peaceful, heavenly rest. AH, did I say ? O God ! not all. My breast, my 142 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tortured self-accusing breast, forbids me to share that calm which pervades all beside. My boy — my youngest — and my last ! * * * # * :M: # # * * I hear a sound distant and indistinct. The dust rises, where the thick hedges of holly in- terrupt my view of the road. The tread of horses' feet is audible, and now lances appear, and pennons float gaily on the evening breeze. It is cavalry on their march— how beautiful ! how imposing ! The horse hair dances on their caps — the rays of fading sunshine flash from bit and lance- blade. They issue from the thick fenced road, and sweep gracefully round the hillock where I stand. Merciful Heaven ! what bitter recollections are mine, when I view the horseman's foreign air and dark uniform ! Edward, my lost one, such were thy companions : — thy laugh was once as light as their's, thy seat was once as firm. They shared thy hours of military idleness, and they rushed with thee to that fatal SARSFIELD. 143 charge, that last fearful, desperate encounter, which closed the day of Leipsic, and dyed its fatal river in the best blood of France's proud- est chivalry. They have survived. But where art thou ? — lying with the countless thousands who fell there, unnoticed and forgotten ! =^ * *' I am hurrying to the painful period of my history : — would I could for ever erase it from my memory ! I was in a moment reft of my eldest son : it was the visitation of Providence, and I submitted. I saw the fairest child, which Heaven could gift a father with, fade gradually on my bosom, and hasten to that pure exist- ence, which more than human innocence and beauty were best adapted for, and yet I did not sink beneath the blow. But — Edward — bitter recollection ! — insane pride and heartless ambition robbed me of thee ! To connect my story, I must return to that time when I came back from Jamaica. While 144 STORIES OF WATERLOO. absent, a stranger arrived and settled in the village. He resided in a neat ornamented cot- tage, surrounded by a garden and shrubbery, and separated from the hamlet by a paddock and pleasure-ground. He called himself Ge- neral Sarsfield ; but minute particulars of what were his means or his objects in selecting the village for his residence, had not yet trans- pired to the most industrious gossips, as the stranger's cold and haughty bearing had hi- therto cut short every effort at inquiry. His family comprised an only daughter, and a few male and female domestics. I visited him. He was training flowers in his garden ; a lovely girl of about fourteen years old beside him, and a middle-aged man, his servant, attending him with some necessary implements. He received me haughtily, but like a gentle- man, easy and unembarrassed. He conducted me to his house. The interior surprised me; the furniture was handsome, the rooms beau- SARSFIELD. 145 tifully clean, while the more elegant articles of domestic use, the harp, the piano, and well filled bookcase, evidently bespoke the owner as belonging to the higher grade of society. And yet he and I were never intimate. There was something in the lofty bearing of this sin- gular man which claimed a tacit superiority over me. I felt it was so, and I disliked him. Other circumstances also excited those feelings deeply. He was avowedly an Irishman and a Romanist. I was prejudiced against the one — I was bigotted against the other ; and my aver- sion towards General Sarsfield became uncon- trolable-and unbounded. It was possible that time or a more intimate acquaintance with his character might have in- duced me to alter the feelings which unfavour- able first impressions had given birth to; but an incident occurred which fatally confirmed our mutual enmity. I was proud and tenacious of my manorial VOL. I. G 146 STORIES OF WATERLOO. rights. A pheasant having wandered from my preserve, was inadvertently shot by the gene- ral's favourite servant in his shrubbery. I had the man summoned before the next magistrate. The village attorney, a vindictive, troublesome personage, incited my angry feelings. I pressed the charge on — he was convicted accordingly, and the fine recorded : the general paid the penalty on the spot: we separated, and from that time ceased to visit or to speak. It was shortly after my quarrel with General Sarsfield that my daughter's indisposition com- menced. I left the country immediately, first entrusting the education of my son to the cler- gyman of the parish, who had lately left a fel- lowship in Oxford for the living of which 1 had the presentation. His character and ac- quirements were such, as to relieve me in a great degree from any anxiety in leaving Ed- ward behind ; and I could now turn my undi- vided attention to my declining daughter. The SARSFIELD. 147 village and all its lighter concerns were soon forgotten, and I ceased to remember that such a person as General Sarsfield was in existence. It was evening when I struck off the great London road, which passes within two miles of M . The spring was well advanced, the hedges in full leaf, and the birds singing mer- rily from the surrounding coppices. I had now entered on my own estate, and a proud feeling rose in my breast, while my eyes wandered widely round, and only rested on what was " mine own." But it was soon checked. I thought on Emily : she had been beside me when I last travelled this road, and the car- riage now held but me, its solitary occupant. This chain of bitter thought was interrupted by the postilions coming to a sudden stop. The narrow road was undergoing some repairs, and a pony phaeton was passing the broken way, and obliged me to pull up and wait its egress. I looked at the travellers, and felt my cheek redden. It was my old acquaint- 148 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ance General Sarsfield. Time had made some changes in his appearance, but one look showed that the proud spirit of the man was unbroken. His figure was still erect and dignified, his eye retained its former fire, and his hair, silvered by age, was turned back, and hung down his shoulders in a military cue. A young female of exquisite beauty was beside him ; — never had I seen a lovelier creature. He bowed coldly as he drove slowly by, but his daughter saluted me with glowing cheeks and evident emotion. And did she feel for me ? I looked upon my mourning dress and the sable liveries of my servants. My recent loss rushed back upon my memory — I hid my face in my handkerchief, nor removed it until the carriage stopped at the Hall. I sat alone in the gloomy oak-panelled din- ing-room. The walls were crowded with heavy, ill-designed portraits of the De Warres. The armed knight and stately dame, the crosiered prelate and the ermined judge were there. — SARSFIELD. 149 What were they to me? I would have given up all the heraldic glories from the Heptarchy for one radiant smile of a daughter like Sars- field's ; and I had such another : — had— hut she was gone. What a strangely constituted mind was mine ! That innocent, heavenly girl should have smoothed the asperity of my temper, and softened my animosity to her parent ; but the reverse was the consequence. I felt that he possessed a blessing which had been refused to me :— I envied him his treasure, and I hated him anew. On the morrow Edward arrived from Oxford with his tutor. He entered my dressing-room, and I held my sole surviving child to my heart. I had left him a boy ; but a handsome, well- formed man now called me father. All my pride returned as I gazed on his fine, intelligent countenance, for there the spirit and the beauty of the De Warres were blended. Sorrow for my former loss abated; my mind was now 150 STORIES OF WATERLOO. directed to plans for Edward's aggrandizement; it became a leading principle, and engrossed my thoughts — my dreams ; and once more I indulged in my darling vice — boundless, un- restricted ambition. Not very distant from the Hall was the man- sion of the Earl of Eustonby. His property joined mine. For many years the Earl had held a leading situation in the cabinet; but owing to causes not relevant to this story, he had failed in a diplomatic mission, fallen conse- quently into disgrace, and been obliged to retire from office. Like myself, he had been the founder of his own fortunes, and raised himself by political intrigue to the peerage. He had an only daughter, and it mutually occurred to us that we might ally our children, and unite the properties. The lawyer, whom I cursorily mentioned be- fore, was employed, and in a few weeks we had arranged preliminaries, and laid the foun- SARSFIELD. 151 dation of a towering superstructure. With my wealth, and his peculiar talent for aggrandize- ment, what was it not possible to effect J The union of our estates would leave my son the wealthiest individual in the county, and Lord Eustonby had been too long conversant with state intrigue to feel any difficulty in at- taining the primary object of my ambition — the earldom in remainder to Edward and his heirs. • Our negotiation was so privately carried on that we had completed the arrangements with- out a suspicion being entertained of our de- signs. All was in train. I advanced £50,000 to Lord Eustonby to pay ofif the last instalment of the purchase money of his acquired pro- perty, and he had taken preliminary steps in the important design of securing to my son the reversion of the title of Eustonby. The material points of this important affair being now, as his lordship and I supposed, 152 STORIES OF WATERLOO. finally arranged, all that remained to be done was to introduce the parties to each other, and permit them to go through the ceremonial of a formal courtship. Edward, who had been gra- duating at Oxford, was accordingly sent for, and I carried him with me on a visit to Eu- stonby Castle. The Earl's daughter was young, tolerably well-looking, showily accomplished, and fa- shionably brought up. She assented to her father's project, when it was mentioned, as a matter-of-course transaction of life, and seemed agreeably disappointed when, as her intended husband, a handsome, noble-looking youth was presented. The day passed heavily over. The dinner was grand, tedious, and dull. Wines and plate and servants were all arranged to produce effect. I watched Edward narrowly, to see how his mind was affected by this pomp; but his demeanour did not by any means satisfy me. Throughout the evening he was abstract- SARSFIELD. 153 ed and reserved. The hour for retiring at length came, and I beckoned him to follow me to my chamber. He came. I closed the door, and drew my chair near to his. I commenced with due deliberation an expose of my plans, while I generally recommended an early marriage, as likely to conduce to his happiness, and as being accordant to my own wishes. He heard me calmly and without interruption ; but when I wound up my speech by acquainting him that his future wife was already selected, and all matters arranged for his being speedily united to Lady Caroline Singleton, he started as if from a reverie, and declared that such an event was utterly impossible ! In vain I pressed him to state any reasonable objection ; in vain I pointed out the proud prospects that this al- liance would open up. I used every argument; I resorted to every artifice; I tried to play upon his filial affection ; I attempted to strike the chord of his ambition. Peerage and wealth 154 STORIES OF WATERLOO. and power were placed before him. He was immoveable. My temper gradually gave way. I had never experienced aught from a child but implicit obedience. I became pas- sionate — violent— delirious — ordered him from my presence, giving him one night's time for reflection, with the alternative, of obedience to my wishes, or ceasing to consider me a pa- rent. 1 passed a sleepless night. A few hours ago I imagined my wishes on the point of being realised ; but suddenly a gigantic obstacle had arisen, and my darling scheme was threatened with total shipwreck ere it was well launched. Early next morning I sent to my son's chamber : it was unoccupied, and the servant presented me with a letter, which had been just brought by a peasant. The letter was from Edward : it simply stated " that any further discussion on the subject of our recent conversation would be at once un- pleasant and unnecessary ; and therefore he had SARSFIELD. 155 gone to the Hall, there to abide my determi- nation." I found, too late, that I had committed a great error in calculating on passive obedience from Edward. The tone of his letter was firm, respectful, and decisive. I had a bold and re- solute spirit to subdue, or my ambition-built edifice would crumble to the earth. '■ I sent for Lord Eustonby. He was surprised — thunderstruck ; but his habitual self-posses- sion soon returned. *' We must," he said, '* be prudent and politic. Had he formed any at- tachment V I could not tell ; I never dreamed of such a thing occurring. Our consultation ended by my starting for the Hall, accompanied by the Earl. But where was Edward ? He had retired to his room half distracted ; for that interview with me had dispelled the love-dream on which, for months, he had existed. Yes, he loved pas- sionately — devotedly. He met General Sars- field by accident ; they became acquainted, and 156 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Edward visited at the cottage ; and what young heart could be near Blanche Sarsfield, and un- moved ? Nor was his love unblessed ; she re- turned it faithfully. They loved imprudently, for they loved in se- cret ; but my return was anxiously expected, and that the poignancy of my domestic affliction would be abated; and then, Edward would ask me to sanction his addresses, and demand Blanche from her father. But this sudden blow ! how could he break it to her — her, whose high honour had recoiled from listening to his vows, unhallowed by a father's approbation ? how would that proud one feel, when told that he was already affianced to another, and if she dared to follow him to the altar, a parent's curse would mingle with the nuptial benison ? He left the fatal house which threatened ruin to his peace, and before a domestic was awake had concealed himself in the gener.ars shrub- bery. Nor was young Blanche a late sleeper that SARSFIELD. 157 mofDing: she knew her lover had returned, and that he would not be dilatory in seek- ing her. Her heart beat, her cheek flushed, as she crossed the garden : — pride would have restrained her ; but would she give pain to one so devoted to her as she believed Edward was ; and when the time had almost come when con- cealment would be at an end ? Who could blame her ? she was scarce seven- teen. And oh ! at that age, did ever pride contend with passion, that the latter gained not the mastery ? She came : Edward was stand- ing in the well-known arbour ; his head rested on his hand, as if lost in bitter thought ; he leaned against the broad beech which shel- tered him : the light step had not been heard, when Blanche— his own loved Blanche, was beside him. A cry of delight burst from him, as he caught her in his arms-— pressed her to his heart — called her by every endearing name, and covered her cheek and neck with kisses. Blanche started back, and gently withdrew iOS STORIES OF WATERLOO. from his embrace. He was much agitated : they had been separated, and probably his feel- ings overpowered him. She gazed on his face : there was wildness in his look ; unwonted and excited ardour in his manner. He took her hand in his : the touch was hot and tremulous. ** Edward, you are disturbed — unhappy." He smiled sadly. •* I am agitated, dearest Blanche : you came unexpectedly, and your appearance flurried me for a moment." *' Yes, dear Edward, such must be the conse- quence of acting as you and I have done : we have suffered ourselves by degrees to be sur- prised into a forgetfulness of our duty ; but, thank God, the hour is come, and I shall no longer reproach myself with duplicity. Nay, Edward, your cheek colours ! think not I meant to pain you ; think not, because I prize your honour and my own above any other feeling, that my affection for you is, or can be, abated. No : conscience has reproached me with want SARSFIELD. 159 of candour to one who has so entirely confided in me ; and I rejoice that I can now throw myself upon a father's bosom, confess my error, and hear him say that he forgives me." There was a momentary silence. — ** Blanche, a few hours have made me the most miserable wretch existing ; and it rests with you, whether life shall be endurable much longer." The blood deserted her pale cheek ; her eye was fixed upon his speaking countenance. He continued in faltering accents, ** You have told me I was dear to you. Wilt thou, Blanche, be mine, — nmie only, and for ever ?" *' Edward, why doubt me ? I have confessed more than maiden ought. I have owned for you a woman's love. Do you want proof?" " Yes." " Be it so. Come with me to my father ; I will kneel at his feet, and ask him, for my sake, to forget unkindness to your parent, and " " Stop, stop, Blanche ; — poor girl ! little dost thou imagine what misery a few hours have 160 STORIES OF WATERLOO. wrought." She trembled violently. " I cannot proceed : — hast thou courage, my loved one l" A struggle was visible in Blanche's face ; but it was momentary : she was a woman, but a proud one ; her eyes were elevated ; her lips compressed: — she paused to collect her reso- lution. " Courage !" she said, — " yes ; go on : I am the daughter of Sarsfield : — prove me." " Blanche, I am wretched ! — miserable be- yond idea ! I have heard the ruin of my hopes from him, on whose breath my happiness de- pended. I am debarred from wecMing thee — and — I am destined for another .'" A shriek burst from her lips ; and the next moment she was insensible in his arms. He placed her on the rustic bench — called her by every dear name :— he prayed — he raved — he cried aloud for help :~some one approached i-apidly, and General Sarsfield stood before him. ^ Tp ^t* W ^ Lord Eustonby and I were seated in deep SARSFIELD. 161 consultation in the library. Simmonds, the village lawyer, had been with us. He had dis- covered the secret of my son's attachment ; and the mystery of his aversion to our arrangements was now cleared up. I felt enraged and mor- tified. My plans were interrupted — probably overturned ; and I owed my defeat to my an- cient enemy. Edward was not to be found ; and we despatched Simmonds to place spies upon his movements, and ascertain whether he had visited the cottage since his return. My mind wr , a perfect chaos, and Lord Eustonby appeared unhappy and chagrined. Suddenly we heard a noise : steps paced the corridor hastily ; the folding-doors flew open ; and Ed- ward, in great disorder, entered. A stranger was with him : he advanced de- liberately to the centre of the apartment ; and one glance at his commanding figure assured me it was General Sarsfield. For a considerable time we looked on this unexpected visitor in breathless astonishment. 162 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Sarsfield alone was perfectly cool and collected, and was the first to break this ominous silence. — " I come here, Mr. De Warre," he said, in a deep, solemn voice, ** to discharge a double duty. I owe it to you, sir, as a gentleman ; and it is due to me as a father. I have a daughter; and circumstances which have oc- curred within this hour make this interview unavoidable. Your son, sir, has professed an attachment for my child ; and his declaration has been, I fear, too favourably received, for the happiness of either." I had gradually recovered my composure, and felt piqued at the cold manner in which the general alluded to the event which had marred my projects. *' I thank you," said I, proudly; *' but for that unwelcome news, I am already debtor to another." Sarsfield coloured at my observation ; but proceeded with wonderful composure — " Your remarks, sir, are neither flattering, nor gentle- SARSFIELD. 163 manly ; but let them pass. I have promised one, who is very dear to me, to learn your sen- timents from your own lips. I beg to ask dis- tinctly, have you, sir, been aware, which I was not, of the existence of the attachment I have hinted at ; and whether your son would have your full approbation for prosecuting further his addresses to Miss Sarsfield ?" I was burning with rage ; — Lord Eustonby seemed lost in amazement, and Edward hung upon my words as if his life was included in my reply. — " General Sarsfield, if such title in reality be yours, allow me to answer you briefly and definitively. Till this morning I scarcely recollected that such a person as Miss Sarsfield existed; and the boundless disparity in rank and fortune between the parties pre- cluded all thought of my son's wise intention of marrying the daughter of a papist, and, for aught I know to the reverse, an Irish refugee and adventurer. I have but to add for your, and for his information, that the moment he unites 164 STORIES OF WATERLOO. himself to her, I cast him from me for ever, and my curse — a father's deep, desperate curse, shall attend him to his dying hour." With ominous calmness Sarsfield listened imtil my malediction was pronounced. *' You have answered me," he said, *' in full. You have done more; you have wantonly insulted me, my religion, and my country. For myself, I fling your false and slanderous insinuations back, with the contempt that the offspring of Sarsfield, and the descendant of a line of princes, bestows upon a peasant-born wretch, who strives to veil his lowly origin under a borrowed name. Your insult to my faith, I leave you to settle with your God ; but for my country, you have my mortal defiance." So saying, he pulled his glove from his hand, and hurled it in my face. " And if craven and coward are not the inheritance of your menial cradle, I shall expect you an hour hence at the three large elm trees, a mile east of the village." With the utmost dignity he strode from the SARSFIELD. 165 room. I attempted to follow, but Edward fell in a fit upon the carpet. We carried him to his room. Lord Eustonby endeavoured to calm ray passion, and persuaded me to abandon every intention I might have of meeting Sarsfield, Soon afterwards he left me, with an assurance that he would return on the morrow. The day dragged heavily on. My dinner was removed untasted. I sat in melancholy soli- tude, brooding over the failure of my schemes, when Simmonds was introduced. His spies had been on the alert, and brought him intel- ligence that there was unusual bustle among the inmates of the cottage. Trunks were pack- ing, and preparations making for an instant jour- ney ; and it was the attorney's opinion that an elopement would take place that night, and that Edward's movements should be closely watched. The information brought by Simmonds was further confirmed, by finding that my son's chamber was deserted, and neither he nor his servant could be found. 166 STORIES OF WATERLOO. I determined to counteract their plans. I ordered horses to be saddled^ and despatched messengers to watch the northern road, which I deemed the route most likely to be taken by the fugitives ; and muffling myself in a cloak, I set out with Simmonds to observe the move- ments of ray enemy. It was now quite dark. By a private door in the park wall we came out close to Sars- field's cottage. Leaving the attorney to watch the road, I crossed into the shrubbery which surrounded the general's house, and favoured by the darkness, stationed myself before a lower window. Within, much confusion was appa- rent ; the furniture was disordered, and the floor covered with trunks and boxes. I was anxiously waiting for the demonstration of what was going forward in the cottage, when suddenly a powerful hand was laid upon my collar, and a pistol presented to my head. I turned round alarmed, and found myself in the grasp of my enemy. SARSFIELJ). 167 *' So!" he said, as the cloak fell, '* is Mr. De Warre, as he chooses to call himself, come to visit General Sarsfield, not as a manly foe, with his weapon in his hand, and the blessed light of day to witness the result, but in the dark, as best becomes an eves-dropper and a coward ?" I was unable to articulate a word. I felt abased, degraded. Contempt, ineffable con- tempt, was on the general's lip as he addressed me in bitter scorn. I at last found words to mention the object which had brought me within his premises. *' And you feared that the heir of — I really forget your proper appel- lation — would be trepanned into matrimony with the daughter of the Irish adventurer? Come in, I will relieve your doubts. Nay, fear nothing. I will not harm thee, man ; for, God's sooth ! thou art utterly beneath my ven- geance." I felt as it were paralysed in his presence, and mechanically followed him. He took a 168 STORIES OF WATERLOO. lamp from the hall table, and ushered me into a back apartment in which I had never been before. The room was evidently intended for study or private devotion. The shelves were filled with books — the table strewn with papers. Beneath a fine oil painting of the Virgin there was a small altar and crucifix. On the former an illuminated missal was lying open, and a small casket beside it. Sarsfield reverently approached, and crossing himself, took up the casket, and returned to where I was standing lost in astonishment. " I visited you this morning, sir. I put a simple question to you, and you answered it with mockery and insult. I am known as General Sarsfield, and you as Mr. De Warre ; and now let us see which has the better claim to the title he has assumed." He paused and unclosed the casket; it ap- peared filled with jewels and other articles of value. He pointed with his finger to a cross of the order of Maria Theresa, and continued — SARSFIELD. 169 •'' That was on my breast when, on the morn- ing of the 14th of June, I carried by assault the village of Marengo ; and, but for the unex- pected arrival of Dessaix, might have changed that proud day for France into one of mourn- ing and defeat. That medal I wore at Hohen- linden ; and this at Bardinetto." He took out a small miniature, richly set with diamonds — '* There is a memorial of my youth ; it is the likeness of a lovely woman, and a queen. She came to a stranger's court. She was coldly, cruelly welcomed. She was neglected, despis- ed, and slandered. I was but a nameless hus- sar, but accident made me her champion. I fought Count N , her deadliest enemy — her implacable and unwearied persecutor. He fell beneath my sword : — that ill-used lady be- stowed this portrait on me, and continued my friend and patroness until her death. These," and he uncovered his scarred bosom — " These are memorials of Rivoli and Bassano; and those sabre-cuts" — he turned back his long grey VOL. I. H 170 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tresses—** I received in the passage of the Mincio ; and now, sir, are these the tokens of imposture ?" I was silent, and he continued — ** You called me traitor too, and now to the proof." He raised the lamp, and turned the light upon two pictures — ** These were my sons — my only sons. That was the elder." I looked, as he pointed to a portrait of a young man in a naval uniform. — " He commanded an English frigate, and was convoying some troop-ships. Two French vessels of superior force chased him : one choice was left him — to lose the convoy or himself. He chose the latter, and dared the unequal conflict. Never was England's flag more desperately defended. His masts went over the side, but the thunder of his cannon was unabated. His assailants boarded him to- gether: he drove them back with slaughter. They told him his ship was sinking: he col- lected the remnant of his men, * feeble and few, but fearless still,' sprang upon the French- SARSFIELD. 171 man's deck, and died there, while his shattered frigate went down, the English colours flying to the last, for no enemy's hand had touched them ! ** And this," continued he, after a pause, "is the likeness of my other boy. He would be a soldier, and, like his brother's, his career was but a short one. He died at Ciudad Rodrigo. His foot was on the breach, his sword was in his hand — he fell — his last breath was a cheer — his last word was — ' Forward !' They are gone. I gave them to my country — they sealed their loyalty with their lives. Were they the gifts of a traitor ? ** And now, sir, return to your home. You have wrought me much mischief and misery. Before to-morrow's sun sets I shall be far from this spot ; and to avoid you and yours, I leave, what was to me, a quiet and a happy resting- place. Let not your son presume to follow me : if he does, his blood be on his head. Tell him he knows not the daughter of Sarsfield . Though 172 STORIES OF WATERLOO. his portion was a kingdom, Blanche would not wed him, if that union was unhallowed by her parent's blessing. One word, and we part. — I recommend you, charity ; and when you next speak of my poor insulted country, remember she has lavishly given you her treasure and her blood ; and if you cannot be generous — be just!" He pointed to the door, led the way with haughty courtesy, and left me at his gate. Two days elapsed. Sarsfield, faithful to his word, had removed with all his family, leaving a servant in charge of the cottage, with direc- tions to forward his baggage to a distant sea- port, where he should receive further orders. I was in dreadful alarm for my son : we had heard no tidings of him since he left the Hall, when late in the evening an express arrived from his servant, to say that his master was dangerously ill in a neighbouring town. I in- stantly set off, and found him in a brain fever. He raved incessantly of his " lost Blanche ;" SARSFIELD. 173 and my name and Sarsfield's were often men- tioned in his delirium. I learned from his ser- vant that he had followed and attempted to interrupt General Sarsfield's journey ; but the attempt failed. A distressing interview be- tween him and his mistress had taken place, and they parted in a state bordering on dis- traction. Edward recovered slowly — youth prevailed — his strength returned, but his spirits had totally forsaken him. I thought society would dispel his melancholy, and invited Lord Eustonby and a numerous party to the Hall. On the day when my guests were expected, my son, at a late hour, had not appeared. I felt alarmed, and went in person to ascertain the cause. He was gone; the chamber was de- serted, and the bed had not been occupied the preceding night. A note addressed to me was left upon the table. With trembling anxiety I broke the seal ; — it informed me that he had left the kingdom. Every thing about the Hall re- 174 STORIES OF WATERLOO. called unhappy recollections; and he revolted from the idea of meeting Lord Eostonby, as he attached much of the misery he suffered to him. He assured me that for a time all inquiry after him would be fruitless, for he had changed his name, and adopted other measures to prevent discovery. And so the result proved ; for every exertion to gain any information of himself, or Mervyn, the servant who accompanied him, was abor- tive. A year — a miserable year passed, and still no tidings of my absent boy. Europe was con- vulsed and in arms : the disastrous campaign in Russia robbed France of half her glory, and Napoleon was hurled from his throne. There was joy and exultation throughout Britain. But what were victories and events to one so bereaved as 1 ? Could I have found Edward, I would have gone with him, and humbled my- self at the feet of that proud man whom I had once scorned and insulted. I would have sa- SARSFIELD. 175 crificed ambition, and power, and fortune, could they have restored to me a son, a happy son, as mine once was, and would have been, but for my false notions of aggrandizement. I deter- mined to use fresh exertions to learn his fate, and prepared to set out for Ireland, where I imagined he might have gone, under the sup- position that Sarsfield would naturally settle in his native country. Full of this idea, I issued orders to prepare for my departure, when a person from the vil- lage inn arrived to tell me that a dying man was there, and anxious to speak to me without a moment's delay ; but he had declined to tell the messenger either his name or business. I obeyed the summons, and was conducted to the sick man's chamber. In a feeble voice he re- quested the others to withdraw, and beckoned to me to approach the bed. I came forward and looked at him : — he was a young soldier, dressed in the uniform of a Saxon lancer, and apparently in the last stage of life. He asked 176 STORIES OF WATERLOO. me if I remembered him. I viewed him more attentively; the face was pale and much dis- figured by a sword-cut : slowly memory re- turned — it was Edward's servant. With evident exertion he succeeded in telling me his disastrous tale. My son assumed another name, and repairing to the theatre of war, en- tered the Austrian service. Mervyn loved him too well to separate from him, and he enrolled himself in the same corps. They served that sanguinary campaign together, and Edward perished in the streets of Leipsic, in the last furious charge which decided that fearful day. Mervyn lay beside him badly wounded, and received from his dying master a small packet, -which, with his last breath, he entreated him to convey to me. The attached servant faithfully obeyed the wishes of my boy, and used the feeble remnant of departing life to reach the village. Slowly, and with painful exertions, Mervyn communi- cated his fatal message. The people of the SARSFIELD. 177 inn, surprised at the silence of the apartment, at last ventured to enter it. They found me stretched across the bed, insensible, and Mer- vvn a corpse beside me ! • » » * » » * » * * Months rolled on unmarked and unregarded. The world was a blank to me. I retired from it, and refused any intercourse with man- kind. Since the day I heard of Edward's death I never left the Hall, but in the gloom of evening, to wander in some secluded part of the domain, and commune with my own sad thoughts in secret. One evening I ventured earlier than usual on my melancholy walk. I was passing an opening in the thick plantations, where a turn of the high road was for a mo- ment visible. I threw a glance suspiciously forward, to satisfy myself that nothing human would disturb my solitude. I became rooted to the spot ; — a funeral was passing. There were tall white plumes waving above the hearse, and one dark carriage carefully closed up, followed 178 STORIES OF WATERLOO. it. I felt a creeping at my heart as I looked at that lone funeral, and hastened home to brood in silence over my own destitution. Night came ; the library was wrapped in deepest gloom, where, by the sickly light of an untrimmed lamp, I was sitting in melancholy abstraction. I heard the door open, and sup- posed it to be some of the domestics coming to perform some necessary duty with their ac- customed silence. I felt my shoulder gently touched, I raised my eyes ; — a tall figure in deep mourning stood beside me. Merciful Hea- ven ! — it was Sarsfield : but oh ! how altered ! — the ruin only, of my once haughty enemy, was now before me ; the cheek was sunken and colourless as a marble statue ; the fire of that once proud eye was totally extinguished : his silver hair fell in neglected ringlets down his shoulders. The step was humble as a penitent's — the figure bent and emaciated. And was this broken-hearted old man he who had rid- den through the red fields of Hohenlinden and SARSFIELD. 179 Rivoli, and Marengo ? God ! what is man — his pride — his pomp — his glory ! There was a long and harrowing silence : the deep tones of the mourner at last broke it. " De Warre," he said, *• I am childless ! The last of that proud name I gloried in, now stands before you. My last child to-night is laid in the village cemetery." I was utterly overwhelmed. 1 sunk upon my knees; I im- plored him to have mercy — to have pity, and to pardon me. I sobbed convulsively — ** I too am childless !" •* Yes, De Warre, we have been both to blame ; your false ambition and my erring pride wrought ruin to those we loved best. I am here to obey the last wishes of a departed an- gel — to interchange forgiveness with the father of him she died for." *' And did she hear of Edward's death?" *' She did : her heart broke; and she never smiled again. At her own request I brought her remains here ; for here the first tale of mu- 180 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tual love was told. De Warre, I come to say farewell !" I gasped — *' Oh ! stay — stay here — live here —die here — and let us wear out our miserable existence together !" " No, De Warre ; we never meet again in this world ; — may we meet in another and a better one ! My last earthly tie is snapped, and my few remaining days are dedicated to Heaven. De Warre, farewell — for ever! accept this pledge of my forgiveness"— stooping, he laid his trembling lips on my cheek — " God comfort you — and me /" He then gathered his mourning cloak around him, and with noiseless steps glided through the gloom of the chamber. I remained in speechless agony. Next moment I heard the wheels of his carriage — and never saw him more ! * * =* * * The bells were tolling a death-peal from the old tower of the village church ; the pulpit was SARSFIELD. 181 covered with black cloth, and over the pew of the De Warres there hung an escutcheon, charged with their numerous and ancient bear- ings. The last of that name was gone : — he died childless, and there was no heir to inherit his extensive possessions. A funeral entered the churchyard gate : there was but one mourner, and a few of the villagers had followed it from curiosity. The stranger's face was buried in his sable cloak, while the corpse was committed to the earth ; but the customary service for the dead was omitted. The last turf was placed on the grave, as the gates of the domain of the De AYarres were flung open, and a long train of mourners and attendants issued forth. The sable stranger raised his head quickly, and iuquired, ** whose was that funeral proces- sion ?" They told him. " Then is my message useless," he muttered; — ** there was but little time between them. Mother of mercy, pardon them their sins !" 182 STORIES OF WATERLOO. He hurried from the spot, and mounted a horse which was in waiting. Rapidly, however, as he rode off, there were some in the crowd who recognised the man : — he was the followed and foster-brother of General Sarsfield. The colonel ceased reading just as his ser- vant entered to say there had been some mis- take about the apartments ; for, on investiga- tion, there appeared to have been no accom- modation reserved for the soldiers, but a por- tion of a wretched sort of barrack-room, in which one of the beds was already tenanted by a sick traveller. Mine host was instantly sum- moned ; and when the worthy man, with con- siderable danger, had clambered up the steep stairs to the presence, it was discovered that he could not render any assistance in removing the difficulty, having just attained that respect- SARSFIELD. - 183 able state of drunkeoness, when the power of articulation ceases. In vain Hilson remonstrated, and Kennedy stormed. Beds, excepting cribs in the sick man's chamber, were not to be procured ; and no alternative was left, but sleeping on the floor, or sitting up quietly till morning. The latter proposition was made by Captain Mac Carthy, who appeared to bear his dis- appointment with laudable equanimity. The regiments were to move by the first light next morning ; and as the night was now far ad- vanced, the party resolved to pass away, as they best could, the few hours that remained. " Frank," said the dragoon, ** finish that bottle : order supper — it will kill time ; and as we have a leisure hour, and are a little melancholy after that sombre story, will you favour us with your history ? which no doubt will be sufficiently farcical, to make us forget that deep tragedy we have listened to, of love, and Heaven knows what." 184 STORIES OF WATERLOO. *' Farcical! God help thee, Mac! The wisest can hardly escape the urchin archer, and how should Frank Kennedy 1 Ah ! Maurice, I too have been a butt for Cupid's arrows." *' You!" exclaimed the dragoon, with a loud laugh. ** You ! — Oh ! for your tenderest ad- venture ; and compared with it, ' Billy Taylor ' would be German sentiment." "Stop, Maurice," said the commander; ** let us hear and judge. Come, Frank, that gloomy tale has dispirited us, and yours must divert our melancholy." " Divert melancholy ! — why mine is a most calamitous narrative ; but, if you please, such as it is, you shall have it ;" and filling his glass, which example his friend Mac Carthy faithfully followed, the captain of grenadiers commenced his story. FRANK KENNEDY. FRANK KENNEDY, Sure now this is much better than being in love ! ha ! ha ! ha ! There's some spirit in this ! What signifies breaking some scores of solemn promises ? — all that's of no consequence, you know. Perhaps they may be ill-natured enough to hint that the gentleman grew tired of the lady, and forsook her ; but don't let that fret you ! The Rivals. My father left the carbineers some years before the Irish rebellion of ninety-eight. Like greater warriors, the crop of laurels be col- lected in that celebrated corps, was but a short one. It is true be had seen service : his sword. 188 STORIES OF WATERLOO. like Butler's knights, of " passing worth," had been unsheathed in executing " warrants and exigents ;" and more than once he had stormed a private distillery, under the leading of a des- perate gauger. He was, however, a stout, slashing-looking fellow, and found favour in my mother's sight. She had reached the wrong side of thirty ; consequently she made but a short resistance, and bestowed her hand and fortune on the bold dragoon. My mother was an heiress ; but the estate of Killnacoppal owed *' a trifle of money :" now a trifle, in Connaught, is sometimes a sweeping sum ; and you cannot safely calculate on rents in Connemara being paid exactly to the day. I never exhibited precocity of intellect ; but before I was sixteen I discovered that our establishment occasionally suff'ered from a scar- city of specie. At these times, my father was sure to be afflicted with cold or rheumatism, and never left the house ; and, I suppose, for FRANK KENNEDY. 189 fear of disturbing him, the hall door was but seldom opened, and then only to a particular friend ; while an ill-favoured tradesman, or suspicious-looking" stranger, received their com- mands in the briefest manner, from an upper- window. What was to be done with me had cruelly puzzled both my parents : whether I should ornament the church, or benefit the revenue, was for a long time under consideration. The law, however, held out more promising pros- pects than either ; and it was decided that I should be bound to an attorney. Duncan Davidson, of Dorset Street, was married to my father's sister. He was of Scotch descent, and like that " thinking peo- ple " from whom he sprung, he held "a hard grip of the main chance." Duncan was wealthy and childless ; and if he could be induced to bring me up at his feet, God knows what might be the consequence. My father accordingly made the application, and the gracious Dun- 190 STORIES OF WATERLOO. can consented to receive me for a time on trial. What a bustle there was in Killnacoppal when my uncle's letter arrived ! due prepara- tions were made for my departure ; and as the term of my absence was computed at seven years, I had to take a formal and affectionate leave of my relatives to the fifteenth degree of consan- guinity. My aunt Macan, whose cat's leg I had unfortunately dislocated, and who had not spoken to me since Candlemas, was induced to relent on the occasion, and favoured me with her blessing and a one-pound note, although she had often declared she never could banish the idea from her mind, but that I should travel at the public expense, if my career were not finished in a more summary manner. I arrived safely in Dublin. Awful were my feelings when first ushered into the presence of my uncle Duncan. He was a short, fat man, in a brown coat and flax- coloured scratch, perched upon a high office stool. Considering FRANK KENNEDY. 191 his dimensions, I used to marvel much how he managed to get there. Holding out his fore- finger, which I dutifully grasped, he told me to be steady and attentive, and that my aunt would be happy to see me up stairs. On leav- ing the room, I heard him softly remark to the head clerk, that he did not much like my ap- pearance, for that I had ** a wild eye in my head." I was duly put to the desk, and the course of trial was not flattering to me, or satisfactory to my intended master. It was allowed on all hands, that my writing was abominable ; and my spelling, being untrammelled by rules, was found in many material points to differ from modern orthographers. Nor was T more suc- cessful in comparing deeds. My desk and stool were unluckily placed beside a window which looked into a narrow court, and a straw-bonnet maker occupied the opposite apartment. She was pretty, and I was naturally polite, and who with a rosy cheek before him would waste a W2 STORIES OF WATERLOO. look upon a tawny skin of parchment? I men- tally consigned the deed to the devil, and let the copy loose upon the world " with all its im- perfections on its head." The first trial was nearly conclusive. Never before had such a lame and lamentable docu- ment issued from the office of the punctilious Duncan. I had there omitted setting forth " one hundred dove-cots," and, for aught I know, left out " one hundred castles," to keep them company. My uncle almost dropped from his perch at the discovery ; and Counsellor Roundabout was heard to remark, that a man's life was not safe in the hands of such a delin- quent. I was on the point of getting my cojige, and free permission to return to the place from whence I came ; but my aunt — good easy wo- man, interfered ; and Duncan consented to give me a farther trial, and employ me to trans- port his bag to the courts, and his briefs to the lawyer. Any drudgery for me but the desk. With FRANK KENNEDY. 193 suitable instructions the bag was confided to me, and for three days it came back safely. On the fourth evening I was returning ; the bag was unusually full, and so had been my uncle's admonitions for its security. I had got half way down Capel Street, when, whom should I see, on the other side of the way, but Slasher Mac Tigue ? The Slasher was five akin to my mother, and allowed to be the greatest buck at the last fair of Ballinasloe. Would he acknow- ledge me, loaded as I was like a Jew clothes- man i What was to be done ? I slipped the cursed bag to a ragged boy — promised him some halfpence for his trouble — prudently as- sured him that his cargo was invaluable — told him to wait for me at the corner, and next mo- ment was across the street, with a fast hold of the Slasher's right hand. The Slasher — peace to his ashes ! for he was shot stone dead in the Phoenix Park — we never well understood the quarrel in Conne- mara, and it was said there that the poor man himself was not thoroughly informed on the subject — appeared determined to support his VOL. I. I 194 STORIES OF WATERLOO. justly-acquired reputation at the late fair of Balliuasloe. Not an eye in Capel Street but was turned on him as he swaggered past. His jockey boots — I must begin below — were in the newest style; the top sprang from the ancle bone, and was met midleg by short tights of tea-coloured leather ; three smoothing-iron seals, and a chain that would manacle a deser- ter, dangled from the fob ; his vest was of am- ber kerseymere, gracefully sprinkled with stars and shamrocks ; his coat sky-blue, with basket buttons, relieved judiciously with a purple neck- cloth, and doe-skin gloves ; while a conical hat, xyith a leaf full seven inches broad, topped all. A feeble imitation of the latter article may still be seen by the curious, in a hatter's window, No. 71, in the Strand, with a label affixed thereto, denominating it *' Neck or Nothing." Lord, how proud I felt when the Slasher tucked me under his arm ! We had already taken two turns — the admiration of a crowded thoroughfare, when I looked round for my bag-holder ; but he was not visible. I left my kinsman hastily, ran up and down the street, FRANK KENNEDY. 195 looked round the corners, peered into all the public-houses ; but neither bag nor boy was there. I recollected my uncle's name and ad- dress were written on it, and the urchin might have mistaken his instructions, and carried the bag home. Off I ran, tumbled an apple basket in Bolton Street, and, spite of threats and curses, held on my desperate course, until I found my- self, breathless, in my uncle's presence. He sternly reproached me for being dilatory. '•'What had detained me? Here had been Counsellor Leatherhead's servant waiting this half-hour for his papers ; — bring in the bag." I gaped at him, and stuttered that I supposed it had been already here ; but it would certainly arrive shortly. Question and answer followed rapidly, and the fatal truth cajne out — the bag was lost ! — for the cad, advertised of the value of his charge, had retreated the moment I turned my back ; and although, on investiga- tion, he must have felt much disappointed at the result of his industry ; yet, to do him jus- tice, he lost no time in transferring the papers 196 STORIES OF WATERLOO. to the tobacconist, and pocketing the produce of the same. For some moments Duncan's rage prevented him from speaking. At last he found utter- ance : — ** Heaven and earth!" he exclaimed; ** was there ever such a villain ? He was ruined : — all the Kilgobbin title-deeds — Lady Splashboard's draft of separation, and papers of satisfaction for sixteen mortgages of Sir Phe- lim O'Boyl ! — What was to be done ?" I muttered that I supposed I should be obliged to give Sir Phelim satisfaction myself. " Oh ! curse your satisfaction," said my uncle ; " these are your Connaught notions, you des- perate do-no-good. What an infernal business, to let any one from that barbarous country into my house ! Never had but two clients in my life on the other side of the Shannon. I di- vorced a wife for one ; and he died insolvent the very day the decree was pronounced, and my costs, and money advanced, went along with him to the devil. The other quarrelled with me for not taking a bad bill for my de- FRANK KENNEDY. 197 mand, and giving a large balance, over my claim, in ready cash. I threatened law, and he threatened flagellation. I took courage, and sent down a writ ; and the sheriff returned a non est inventus, although he was hunting with him for a fortnight. I ran him to execu- tion, and got nulla bona on my return. As a last resource, I sent a man specially from Dub- lin : they tossed him in a blanket, and forced him to eat the original; and he came back, half dead, with a civil intimation, that if I ever crossed the bridge of Athlone, the defendant would drive as many slugs through my body as there were hoops on a wine-pipe !" I could not help smiling at the simile : the client was a wag ; for my uncle, in his personal proportions, bore a striking resemblance to a quarter-cask. *' But, run every soul of you," he continued, *' and try to get some clue by which we may trace the papers." Away clerk and apprentice started ; but their researches were unsuccess- ful ; for many a delicate cut of cheese was before now encased in my Lady Splashboard's 198 STORIES OF WATERLOO. separation bill ; and the Kilgobbin title-deeds had issued in subdivisions from the snuff shop, and were making a rapid circle of the metro- polis. My aunt's influence was not sufficient to ob- tain my pardon, and mollify the attorney ; and I was despatched, per mail, to that refugium peccatorum, as Duncan styled Connemara. The gentle auditor may anticipate that on my return no fatted calf was killed ; nor was there " joy in Aztlan," as the poet-laureate has it. I re-entered Killnacoppal without beat of drum ; and indeed my demeanour on this oc- casion was so modest, that I had been in undis- turbed possession of the front attic for two whole days before my worthy parents were advertised that I had retired from the study of the law, with no future intention to *' stick to the woolsack." To communicate the abrupt termination of my forensic pursuits to my aunt Macan, was an affair of nice and delicate management. When acquainted with the unhappy incident which had drawn down the wrath of my uncle FRANK KENNEDY. 199 Duncan, she particularly inquired ** if there had been any money in the lost bag," and re- quested to see the last " Hue and Cry." God knows whether I should have been en- abled to weather the gale of family displeasure, as my aunt had again resumed the mantle of prophecy, when, luckily for me, the representa- tion of the county of Galway became vacant, by the sudden decease of Sir Barnabas Bodkin ; the honest gentleman being smothered in a hackney coach, returning cojnfortable from a corporation dinner at Morrison's. On this distressing event being known, Mr. Denis Darcey of Cunaghahowhy castle declared himself. He was strongly supported by Mr. Richard Martin, the other member ; and his address, from the pen of the latter gentleman, was circulated without delay. In it he stated bis family and pretensions : pledged himself to support Catholic emancipation and the repeal of still fines;— humanely recommended his op- ponent to provide himself with a coffin previous to the opening of the poll ; — professed strong @00 STORIES OF WATERLOO. attachment to the House of Brunswick, and the church by law established ; and promised to use his utmost exertions to purify the penal code, by making accidents in duelling amount only to justifiable homicide; and abduction of heiresses and dogs, felony without benefit of clergy. A person of Denis Darcey's constitutional principles was a man after my father's own heart : the Killnacoppal interest was accord- ingly given him, and I was despatched at the head of sixscore freeholders, "good men and true," untrammelled with tight shoes or tender consciences, to give our ** most sweet voices " in the ancient town of Galway. But I was not entrusted with this important command without receiving full instructions for my conduct on the occasion. My father, no doubt, would have led the Killnacoppal legion to the hustings in person had it not happened that the sheriff was on the other side ; and, therefore, his public appearance within the bailiwick of that redoubted personage would FRANK KENNEDY. 201 have been a dangerous experiment. " Frank," said my father, ''don't overdo the thing: poll your men twice ! and more cannot be expected ; but mind the outwork^ for its there the tinints will shine." I obeyed him to the letter ; and, without personal vanity, I ascribe the happy return of my esteemed friend Denis Darcey to the un- wearied exertions of the freeholders of Killna- coppal. What between pelting the military, smashing the booths, and scattering the tallies, we managed to keep up such eternal confu- sion, that our adversaries could hardly bring forward a man. If dispersed by a charge of cavalry here, we were rallied in a few minutes in the next street, cracking heads and crashing windows : if routed by the riot act and a row of bayonets, before the sheriff was well round the corner we had a house pulled down to the tune of " Hurrah for Killnacoppal !" At last, all human means being found un- available by our opponents to bring in a free- holder, the booths were closed, and Mr. Denis Darcey declared duly elected. 202 STORIES OF WATERLOO. After such feats, how could it be wondered at that I was " courted and caressed. High placed in halls a welcome guest j" seated within seven of the chairman, at the election dinner, drank wine with by the new member, toasted by the old one, I mean Dick Martin — and embraced by Blakes, Brownes, and Bodkins in endless variety ; nor did the re- ward of " high desert" end here; for in the next gazette I was appointed to a lieutenantcy in the— Mayo militia. With very different feelings, I now returned to my paternal mansion— I, who had left the little lawyer in Dorset Street in disgrace, and been happy to effect a sort of felonious re-entry of the premises at Killnacoppal — I now came home a conqueror ; an hundred blackthorns rattled above my head ; an hundred voices yelled '' Kinnidy for ivir!" — a cag of pothein was broached before the door ; a stack of turf was blazing in the village ; and all was triumph FRANK KENNEDY. 203 and exultation. We had brought back, of course, the usual assortment of broken bones, left some half-score damaged skulls to be re- paired at the expense of the county, and carried back one gentleman totally defunct, who had been suffocated by tumbling, dead drunk, into a bog-hole. My fame had travelled before me, and my aunt Macan had taken to her bed, not from vanity, but " vexation of spirit." My leave of absence having expired, I set out to join my regiment. My mother consulted the Army List, and discovered she had divers relatives in my corps ; for there was scarcely a family from Loughrea to Belmullet with whom she was not in some way connected. Some of her relations in the — Mayo she mentioned as being rather remote ; but there was Captain Rat- tigan : his father, Luke Rattigan, of Rawna- creeva, married Peter Fogarty's third daughter ; and Peter Fogarty and my aunt Macan were cousins-german. Xo doubt the gallant captain would know and acknowledge the relationship, and take that lively interest in my welfare which was natural ; but, for fear of mistakes, 204 STORIES OF WATERLOO. she wrote a letter of introduction with me, having very fortunately danced fifteen years before with Mr. Rattigan, at a fair ball at Ballinasloe. For the second time, I left my father*s house. The head-quarters of the regiment were in Naas, and there I arrived in safety ; was re- cognised by Captain Rattigan ; presented by him in due form to the colonel; introduced to'the corps ; paid plate and band-fund fees ; dined at the mess ; got drunk there, as became a soldier of promise, and was carried home to my inn by a file of the guard, after having overheard the fat major remark to my kinsman — " Rat, that boy of yours will be a credit to the regi- ment ; for, as I'm a true Catholic, he has taken off three bottles of Page's port, and no doubt he'll improve." A year passed over — I conducted myself creditably in all regimental matters, touching drill, duty, and drinking, when an order sud- denly came for a detachment to march to Ballybunnion ; in the neighbourhood of which town the pleasant part of the population were FRANK KENNEDY. 205 amusing themselves nightly in carding middle- men, and feathering tithe proctors. Captain Rattigan's company (in which I was an un- worthy lieutenant) were selected for this im- portant service. The morning I left Naas for Ballybunnion will be a memorable day in the calendar of my life. My cousin Rattigan frequently boasted, after dinner, that " he was under fifty, and above five feet three ;" but there were persons in the corps who alleged that he was above the former and under the latter:— but let that pass — he is now, honest man, quietly resting in Craughane churchyard, with half a ton weight of Connemara marble over him, on which his virtues and his years are recorded. Now, without stopping to ascertain minutely the age and height of the departed, T shall describe him as a thick, square-shouldered, un- dersized man, having a short neck, and snub nose — the latter organ fully attesting that Page's port was a sound and well-bodied liquor. The captain, on his pied pony, rode gallantly on at the head of ** his charge:" I modestly fol- 206 STORIES OF WATERLOO. lowed on foot, and late in the evening we marched in full array down the main street of Ballybunnion, our fife and drum playing to the best of their ability the captain's favourite quick step, " I'm over young to marry yet." My kinsman and I were peaceably settled over our wine, when the waiter announced that a gentleman had called upon us. He was shown up in proper form ; and having ma- naged by ■ depressing his person, which was fully six feet four inches, to enter the apart- ment, announced himself as Mr. Christopher Clinch ; and, in a handsome speech, declared himself to be an ambassador from the stewards of the Ballybunnion coterie ; which coterie being to be holden that evening, he was deputed to solicit the honour of our company on this occa- sion. Captain Rattigan returned our acknow- ledgments duly; and he and the ambassador having discussed a cooper of port within a marvellous short period, separated with many squeezes of the hand, and ardent hopes of a future acquaintance. There was a subject my kinsman invariably FRA?IK KENNEDY. 207 dwelt upon whenever he had transgressed the third bottle. It was a bitter lamentation over the numerous opportunities he had suffered to escape of making himself comfortable for life, by matrimony. As we dressed together, for we were cantoned in a double-bedded room, Rat was unusually eloquent on the grand mis- take of his earlier days, and declared his deter- mination of even yet endeavouring to amend his youthful error, and retrieve his lost time. The commander's advice was not lost upon me. T took unusual pains in arraying myself for conquest, and in good time found myself in the ball-room, with thirty couples on the floor, all dancing " for the bare life," that admired tune of ''Blue bonnets over the bor- der." The attention evinced in his visit to the inn, by Mr. Christopher Clinch, was not confined to a formal invitation ; for he assured us on our arrival, that two ladies had been expressly kept disengaged for us. Captain Rattigan declined dancing, alleging that exercise flurried him, and he could not abide a red face, it looked so 208 STORIES OF WATERLOO. very like dissipation. I, whose countenance was fortunately not so inflammable as my kins- man's, was marshalled by Mr. Clinch to the head of the room. "He was going*," he said, '*to introduce me to Miss Jemima O'Brien — lady of first connexions — large fortune when some persons at present in possession dropped off — fine woman — much followed — sprightly — off- handed— fond of military men. Miss O'Brien, Caplain Kennedy." I bowed — she ducked — seized my offered hand, and in a few mi- nutes we were going down the middle like two-year-olds starting for *' the Kirwans." Nor had Captain Rattigan been neglected by the master of ceremonies : he was snugly seat- ed in a quiet corner at cribbage, a game the commander delighted in, with an elderly gen- tlewoman, whom my partner informed me was her aunt. Miss O'Brien was what Rattigan called a spanker. She was dressed in a blue silk lute- string gown, with a plume of ostrich feathers, flesh-coloured stockings and red satin shoes. She had the usual assortment of beads and FRANK KENNEDY. 209 curls, with an ivory fan, and a well-scented handkerchief. She was evidently a fine-tempered girl ; for, observing my eye rest on an immense stain upon her blue lutestring, she remarked, with a smile, " that her aunt's footman had spilled some coffee on her dress, and to save him from a scolding, she had assured the dear old lady that the injury was but trifling, and that it would be quite unnecessary to detain her while she should change her gown : it was quite clear she never could wear it again ; but her maid and the milliner would be the gainers." Amiable crea- ture ! — the accident did not annoy her for a second. The first dance had concluded, when the long gentleman whispered softly over my shoulder, how I liked '' the heiress?" The heiress! — T felt 'a faint hope rising in my breast, which made my cheek colour like a peony. Rattigan's re- morse for neglected opportunities rushed to my mind. Had my lucky hour come? and had I actually an heiress by the hand for nine-and- twenty couples? We were again at the head 210 STORIES OF WATERLOO. of the room, and away we went — she cutting and I capering, until we danced to the very bottom, " The wind that shakes the barley !" I had placed Miss O'Brien, with great for- mality, on a bench, when Rattigan took me aside : — " Frank, you're a fortunate fellow, or its your own fault — found out all from the old one — lovely creature — great catch — who knows? — strike while the iron is hot," &c. &c. &c. Fortune, indeed, appeared to smile upon me. By some propitious accident all the men had been provided with partners, and I had the heiress to myself. ** She was, she confessed, romantic — she had quite a literary turn ; spoke of Lady Morgan's ' Wild Irish Girl ;' — she, Jemima, loved it — doated upon it; — and why should she not I for Lieutenant-Colonel Cassidy had repeatedly sworn that Glorvina was written for herself;" — and she raised her fan " The conscious blush to hide." Walter Scott ^cceeded. I had read in the Galway Advertiser a quotation from that poet, which the newspaper had put in the mouth of a travelling priest, and alleged to have been FRANK KENNEDY. 211 spoken by him in a charity sermon, which I fortunately now recollected and repeated. Miss O'Brien responded with that inflammatory pas- sage — " In peace lova tunes the shepherd's reed." ** And could she love?" I whispered with a look of tender inquietude. " She could ; she had a heart, she feared, too warm for her hap- piness : she was a creature of imagination — all soul — all sympathy. She could wander, with the man of her heart, from " Egypt's fires to Zembla's frost." There was no standing this. I mustered all my resolution — poured out an unintelligible rhapsody — eternal love — life gratefully devoted — permission to fall at her feet — hand — heart — fortune ! She sighed deeply — kept her fan to her face for some moments — and, in a voice soft as the harp of Eolus, murmured something about ** short acquaintance," and a gentle supplication to be allowed time, for ten minutes, to con- sult her heart. Rat again rushed to my mind ; procrastination had ruined him ; and I was ob- 212 STORIES OF WATERLOO. durate — pressed —raved — ranted. She sighed, and in a timid whisper told me she was mine for ever! Heavens '.—was I awake? — did my ears de- ceive me ? The room turned topsy-turvey ; the candles danced a reel; my brain grew giddy. It was true —absolutely true ; Jemima O'Brien had consented to become Mrs. Kennedy ! Up came Captain Rattigan, as my partner left me for an instant to speak to her aunt. Rat was thunderstruck — cursed his fate, and compliment- ed mine. " But, zounds ! Frank, you must stick to her. \Yould she run away with you ? These damned lawyers will be tying up the property, so that you cannot touch a guinea but the half- year's rent — may-be inquiring about settlements, and ripping up the cursed mortgages of Killna^ coppal. At her, man — they are all on the move. I'll manage the old one : — mighty lucky, by-the- bye, at cribbage. Try and get the heiress to be off — to-morrow, if possible — early hour. Oh ! murder — how I lost my time !" All was done as the commander directed. Rat kept the aunt in play ; I pressed the heiress FRANK KENNEDY. 213 hard; and so desperately did I pourtray my misery, that, to save my life, she humanely con- sented to elope with me at twelve o'clock next day. Rattigan was enraptured. What a chance for a poor lieutenant ! He shrewdly observed, from the very unpretending appearance of Mrs. Cogan's mansion, that ** my aunt's " purse must be a long one. We settled ourselves joyfully at the inn fire— ordered two bottles of mulled port— arranged all for the elopement — clubbed purses — sum total not burthensome — and went to bed drunk and happy. Next morning — the morning of that day which was to bless me with fortune and a wife, Captain Ratty and I were sitting at an early breakfast, when, who should unexpectedly arrive but Cornet Bircham, who was in command of a small party of dragoons in Ballybunnion, and was an old acquaintance of my kinsman. *' How lucky !" whisper^ed Rat ; " he has been quartered here for three months, and we shall hear the particulars of the O'Briens from him." While he spoke the trooper entered. *' Ah ! 214 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Ratty, old boy, how wags the world? — Just heard you had been sent here to exterminate carders — cursed scoundrels! — obliged me to leave a delightful party at Lord Tara's; but, Rat, we'll make them smoke for it." ** Mr. Bircham, my cousin Kennedy. Come, cornet, off with the scimitar, and attack the Congo. Any news stirring?" '* Nothing but a flying report that you had determined on sobriety, and forsworn a drop beyond the third bottle ; — but, damme, that shake in your claw gives a lie direct to the tale. And you were dancing, Rat, last night. How did the carnival or coterie go off? Any wigs lost or gowns tattered ? Any catastrophe ?" " Why, no — pleasant thing enough — some fine women there." *' Were there, faith ? Why, Rat, you're a discoverer; for such a crew as figured at the last mortal eye never looked upon." " I only particularly noticed one — by Jove, a fine woman ! — a Miss O'Brien." " Miss Jemmy O'Brien, as the men call her. Why, Rat, what iniquity of yours has delivered , FRANK KENNEDY. 215 you into the hands of the most detestable harpy that ever infested country quarters ?" ** Detestable harpy!" Rat and I looked cursedly foolish. " Bircham — hem ! — are you sure you know the lady ?" " Know the lady ! to be sure I do. Why, she did me out of an ivory fan one unlucky wet day that the devil templed me to enter Mrs. Cogan's den. Phoo ! I'll give you what the beadle calls ' marks and tokens.' Let me see. Yes, I have it. Blue dress cursedly splashed with beer — she says coffee ; soiled feathers, and tricked out like a travelling actress." I groaned audibly — it was Jemima to a T : — Captain Rattigan looked queer. *' My dear Bircham— hem ! — you know among military men— hem '.—honourable confidence may be reposed — hem ! My young friend here danced with her. Represented as an heiress to him — '» ** By a cursed hag who cheats at cribbage, and carries off negus by the quart." " True bill, by !" ejaculated the captain. '* Complained eternally of thirst and the heat 216 STORIES OP WATERLOO. of the room, and did me regularly out of thirty shillings." '* Ha ! ha ! ha ! — Kat, Rat, and wert thou so soft, my old one ?" ** But, Birchy," said the captain, " the devil of it is, my young friend — little too much wine • — thought himself in houourahle hands, and promised her — " " A new silk gown. Ah, my young friend, little didst thou know the Jezebel. But it was a promise obtained under false pretences. She told you a cock-and-bull story about Lady Morgan — sported Watty Scott — dealt out Tom Moore by the yard — all false pretences. See her damned before I would buy her a yard of ribbon. What a pirate the woman is !" Rat jumped off his chair, drew his breath in, and gulped out — " A gown ! Zounds, man, he promised to marry her !" Up jumped Bircham. — " To marry her! Are you mad, or are you hoaxing?" *' Serious, by St. Patrick," said Rat. " Why then its no longer a joke. You are FRANK KENNEDY. 217 in a nice scrape. I beg" to tell you that Jemmy O'Brien is as notorious as Captain Rock. She has laid several fools under contribution, and has just returned from Dublin, after taking an action against a little, drunken, one-eyed Welsh major, whom her aunt got, when intoxicated, to sign some paper or promise of marriage. The major, like a true gentleman, retrieved his error by suspending himself in his lodgings the day before the trial ; and it is likely that Jem and her aunt will he jugged for the law expenses." Rat and I were overwhelmed. We looked for some minutes in silence at each other. At last I told Bircham the whole affair. The dra- goon was convulsed with laughter. " So,'' said he, " at twelve o'clock the gentle Jemmy is to be spirited away. But come, there's no time to lose. Sit down. Rat, get a pen in thy fist, and I'll dictate and thou inscribe." " Madam, " Having unfortunately, at the request of his afflicted family, undertaken the case of Lieu- tenant Kennedy of the Mayo regiment, VOL. I. K 218 STORIES OF WATERLOO. I beg to apprise you that the unhappy gentle- man is subject to occasional fits of insanity. Fearing, from his mental malady, that he may have misconducted himself to your amiable niece last night at the coterie, I beg, on the part of my poor friend, who is tolerably col- lected this morning, to say that he is heartily sorry for what has occurred, and requests the lady will consider any thing he might have said only as the wanderings of a confirmed lunatic. *' I am, Madam, &c. &c. . ** Your obedient Servant, "Terence Rattigan, " Capt. M— Militia. *' To Mrs. Cogan, &c. &c. &c." How very flattering this apology was to me, I submit to the indulgent auditor. I was in- dubitably proven to have been an ass over night, and I must pass as a lunatic in the morn- ing. We had barely time to speculate on the success of Bircham's curious epistle, when my aunt Cogan's answer arrived with due prompti- tude. The cornet separated the wet wafer with FRANK KENNEDY. 219 a " faugh !" and holding the billet at arm's length, as if it exhibited a plague-spot, he fa- voured us with the contents, which were lite- rally as follows : — " Captin Ratigiu, " Sir, — I have red your paltrey appollogey for your nephew's breech of promis. I beg to tell you, that a lady of the famuly of Clinch will not submit to be ensulted with impunnitey. My neece is packed and reddy; and if your friend does not apear acording to apoint- ment, he will shortly here as will not plase him, from your's to command, " Honor CoGAN, otherwise Clinch. " Hawthorn Cotage, " Friday moruing." Twelve o'clock passed. We waited the re- sult of Mrs. Cogan's threats, when the waiter showed up a visitor, and Mr. Christopher Clinch, the prime cause of all our misfortunes, presented himself. He persisted in standing, or more properly, stooping — for the ceiling was not quite six feet from the floor — coughed — 220 STORIES OF WATERLOO. hoped his interference might adjust the mistake, as he presumed it must be on the part of Lieu- tenant Kennedy, and begged to inform him that Miss Jemima O'Brien was ready to accompany the said Mr. Kennedy, as last night arranged. Captain Rattigan took the liberty to remark, that he, the captain, had been very explicit with Mrs. Cogan, and requested to refer to his letter, in which Mr. Kennedy's sentiments were fully conveyed, and, on his part, to decline the very flattering proposal of Miss Jemima O'Brien. Mr. Clinch stated that an immediate change of sentiment, on the part of Mr. Kennedy, was imperative, or that Mr. K. would be expected to favour him, Mr. C, with an interview in the Priest's Meadow. Captain Rattigan acknow- ledged the request of Mr. Clinch to be a very reasonable alternative, and covenanted that Mr. Kennedy should appear at the time and place mentioned ; and Mr. Clinch was then very ceremoniously conducted down stairs by the polite commander. Through motives of delicacy, I had, at the commencement of the interview, retired to the FRANK KENNEDY. 221 next apartment; and as the rooms were only separated by a boarded partition, I overheard, through a convenient chink, with desperate alarm. Captain Rattigan giving every facility to my being shot at in half an hour in the Priest's Meadow. No wonder Rat found me pale as ^ spectre, when bursting into the room he seized me by the hand, and told me he had brought this un- lucky business to a happy termination. He, the captain, dreaded that Jemima would have been looking for legal redress ; but, thank God ! it would only end in a duel. I hinted at the chance of my being shot. " Shot!" exclaimed my comforter. '' Why, what the devil does that signify? If, indeed, you had been under the necessity of hanging yourself, like the one-eyed major, it would have been a hardship. No funeral honours — no de- cent wake — but smuggled into the earth like a half-bale of contraband tobacco ; — but, in your case, certain of respectable treatment — reversed arms — dead-march — and Christian burial : — vow to God, quite a comfort to be shot under such 222 STORIES OF WATERLOO. flattering circumstances ! Frank, you have all the luck of the Rattigans about you!" — and, opening the door, he hallooed — " Myke — Mykle Boyle, bring down the pace-makers to the par- lour." In a few seconds I heard the captain and his man busily at work, and by a number of vil- lanous clicks, which jarred through my system like electricity, I found these worthies were arranging the commander's pace-makers for my use in the Priest's Meadow. At the appointed hour I reached the ground, which was but a short distance from the inn. Rattigan and Bircham accompanied me, and Myke Boyle followed with the tools. Mr. Christopher Clinch and his friends were waiting for us; and a cadaverous-looking being was peeping through the hedge, whom I afterwards discovered to be the village apothecary, allured thither by the hope of an accident, as birds of prey are said to be collected by a chance of carrion. The customary bows were formally inter- changed between the respective belligerents— ^ the FRANK KENNEDY. 223 ground correctly measured — pistols squibbed, loaded, and delivered to the principals. I felt devilish queer on finding myself opposite a tru- culent fellow of enormous height, with a pair of projecting whiskers, upon which a man might hang his hat, and a pistol two feet long clutched in his bony grasp. Rattigan, as he adjusted my weapon, whispered — " Frank, jewel, remem- ber the hip-bone ; or, as the fellow's a hell of a length, you may level a trifle higher;'' and, stepping aside, his coadjutor pronounced in an audible voice — one ! — two ! ! — three I ! ! Off went the pistols. I felt Mr. Clinch's bullet whistle past my ear, and saw Captain Rattigan, next moment, run up to my antago- nist, and inquire if he was much hurt. Hea- vens ! — how delightful ! I had brought the en- gagement to a glorious issue by neatly removing Mr. Clinch's trigger-finger, and thereby spoiling his shooting for life. With a few parting bows, we retired from the Priest's Meadow, leaving Christopher Clinch a job for the vampire apothecary, and a fit subject for the assiduities of Mrs. Cogan and the gentle Jemima. ^2A STORIES OF WATERLOO. If Captain Rattigan had registered a rash vow against port wine, it is to be lamented ; for never were three gentlemen of the sword more completely done up at an early hour of the even- ing than we. Next day we were informed that Clinch was tolerably well, and that their attorney had been closeted with the ladies of Hawthorn Cottage. We held a council of war, and while debating on the expediency of my retiring on leave to Connemara, where I might set Jemmy and her lawyer at defiance, the post brought us intelli- gence that *' a turn-out for the line was wanted ;" and if I could muster the necessary number, I should be exchanged into a regular regiment. Off Rat and I started for Naas, and with little difficulty succeeded in making up the quota; and the first intimation the prototype of Glor- vina received of our movements was being se- duced to the window by the drums, as I march- ed past Hawthorn Cottage, with as choice a sample of '* food for gunpowder" as ever left Ballybunnion. I saluted the once-intended Mrs. Kennedy with great respect ; the fifers struck up " Fare you well, Killeavey;*' and FRANK KENNEDY. 225 Captain Rattigao, who accompanied me the first day's march, ejaculated, as he looked askance at this second Ariadne, " May the devil smother you, Jemma O'Brien !" And now, my dear boys, having brought my autobiography to that interesting period when I left the militia for the line, I shall pause in the narrative, to direct your attention to the moral of the tale. It is quite evident that a young attorney should never compare deeds within duelling distance of an accomplished bonnet-maker, nor an elderly one divorce a sickly gentleman's wife without securing his costs before he announces his instructions to proceed. No bilious bailiff should ever cross the Shannon, for it is not every stomach which will digest a stripe of parchment ; and exercise, a good thing enough in its own w^ay, may, taken on a tense blanket, be very inconvenient to per- sons of sedentary habits. I have a mighty affection for the army, and therefore I supplicate young soldiers never to propose for a lady in a public ball-room the first night they arrive in country quarters, and J§t26 STQRIES OF WATERLOO. to shun, as they would the chorea viti, that seductive tune, called *' The wind that shakes the barley!" and, finally, to give no credence whatever to any apology offered for a soiled silk, unless they have perpetrated the offence in person, or have seen it committed in their own actual presence. Here Captain Kennedy paused, and the at- tendants of the Red Cow, marshalled by an Irish bat-man of Mac Carthy's, entered in due form with supper. Whether its arrangement would have been lauded by Ude, or its quality commended by Kitchener, we shall not stop to determine; but certainly either artist would have pronounced it sufficiently substantial. When supper had given place to roscrea, a liquor which Captain Mac Carthy admired mightily, Colonel Hilson expressed much cu- riosity to hear the rest of the history of the grenadier: the latter willingly assented, and thus continued his adventures. FRANK KENNEDY, CONTINUED. After an affectionate parting with Captain Rattigan, on the second evening I marched into the metropolis at the head of my *' charge of foot !" I made my grand entree in full regi- mentals, and recalled, with no small vanity, the difference of my present appearance in the redoubted capital of the Emerald Isle, with the unassuming manner in which I first sought the residence of my uncle Davidson, when bent on studying jurisprudence at the feet of that gifted Gamaliel. Who, indeed, could have recognised the staring rustic bestriding a trunk upon the roof of the Galway mail, in the spruce and jaunty commander, who was now leaving, The- seus like, the Ariadne of Ballybunnion ? I found my uncle perched on his well-known 228 STORIES OF WATERLOO. stool. He made a most formal bow when I entered, and when, in a most dutiful strain, I inquired after his, and my aunt's health, and he discovered that the smart soldier before him was no other than his quondam disciple, myself, I never witnessed such a display of astonish- ment, excepting that occasioned by the abstrac- tion of the Kilgobbin title-deeds. There would have been a demur touching my re-entry of the premises, I verily suspect; but, then my aunt, what would she say if her nephew should be rejected like hearsay evidence ? The little lawyer summoned up all his civility, and taking my protruded hand between a couple of his fingers, as gingerly as my mutilated friend Kit Clinch would have done, assured me he was glad to see me, that he had a room at my ser- vice, provided I did not outstay the end of term— an event, by-the-bye, of some three or four days ; and telling me my aunt was paying a sick visit, and that his niece was in the drawing- room, warned me from entertaining the latter lady with any love or nonsense, and pointing to the door, signalled me to retire. FRANK KENNEDY. 229 I mounted the drawing-room stairs, leisurely communing" with myself. I had heard that Duncan had an only niece, to whose education he had been most attentive, and thai moreover she was young and lively ; and my aunt Macan delighted in prognosticating that she would in- herit " every sixpence." But 4 rather looked down upon the little solicitor in his proper per- son ; the blood was clearly on our side of the house, and my mother a thousand times averred that my aunt's marriage with Duncan was the first introduction of an attorney into the house of Killnacoppall. " But, God help him, poor man !" said I ; " little does he imagine what a heart-scald love and sentiment have given me. i'U in- sure Miss Davidson against similar consequen- ces as far as I am concerned." As I soli- loquised, I opened the drawing-room door ; there she sat with her back to me, playing with might and main Tom Cooke's overture to Mother Goose, which was at that time addling and distracting man, woman, and child. I nearly levanted without a further cultivation 230 STORIES OF WATERLOO. of our relationship ; for, object of my aversion — not Tom Cooke's overture — there she was, literally and absolutely invested in blue bomba- sine ! " Oh ! for one speck of coffee," thought I, " and I'm off for ever." But the frock bore my scrutiny, and I set down the colour as a lamentable instance of false taste, and deter- mined the first moment of our intimacy to sup- plicate a total abandonment of blue for the term of her natural life. Whether she really had not heard me, or pretended it, I know not ; but I was obliged to approach close to her elbow before she would exhibit any symptoms of acknowledgment. I bowed — she bowed — and both were silent. I mustered courage — I, a soldier, and be afraid of attacking a cousin, and that too on Duncan's side of the house! — *' Madam, I presume — my fair cousin. Miss Lucy Davidson V' " Exactly, sir." " I have the honour— a-hem ! — to be Mr. Kennedy of the 88th." ** So I supposed," said she, with perfect un- concern. FRANK KENNEDY. 231 *' Is this ease or stupidity," thought I. *' You have heard of me before, then ?" " O Lord, yes ! repeatedly : my uncle spoke of nothing else for a year; — you're the man that lost the bag !" "Lost the devil, madam! has not that in- fernal mistake been yet forgotten ?" " Don't call it a mistake; it was a cause of great service to the community. Lady Splash- board tired of her lover before a new deed could be engrossed, and is now living with her noble spouse in the greatest connubial felicity; and Sir Phelim O'Boyl popped off suddenly in a passion before half his mortgages could be resatisfied, and thereby discharged his debts, and concluded a chancery suit ; two events which would otherwise have been left incom- plete till the day of judgment." I stared at her during the singular dialogue. I had made a wrong estimate of my cousin : of us two, it was clear that she was the stouter vessel ; and I at once determined to give in. At this moment my aunt's knock was heard at the door. Lucy turned to me with arch good- SS2 STORIES OF WATERLOO. nature, '*Come, cousin Frank, here's my hand— we are friends ; and excepting when ttte-d-ttte, we will never allude to the title-deeds ;" and sitting down to the piano, she recommenced Mother Goose. I had been an inmate of my uncle's house but a few days when I discovered I was ab- solutely ill love with Lucy. She was a clever, warm-hearted girl ; a compound of wildness and good-nature — teazing me this moment, and softening me the next. V/e strolled arm-in- arm through the city ; and as the time for my departure drew on, I found that Lucy had, as Duncan would have said, ejected former occu- pants, and taken undisputed possession of my heart. Full of the idea of my fair cousin, we were returning home through Capel Street, when, on coming abruptly round the corner of Mary's Abbey — blessed apostle of Ireland! whom should we meet, full front, but Christo- pher Clinch, with one arm in a sling, and the other supporting Jemima O'Brien. I thought I should have died on the spot ; and, indeed. Kit was not apparently on a bed of roses ; and Jemi- FRANK KENNEDY. 233 ma, notwithstanding her brass, had rather what we call in Ireland "a bothered look about her." We passed hastily on, none of the party having" any inclination for salutations in the market-place. Lucy was too clever not to re- mark, that some more than common under- standing existed between this_ amiable pair and myself; and when we reached home, find- ing we were alone, she pressed her inquiries with such tact and pertinacity, that no alterna- tive but a full confession was left. Accord- ingly, amid roars of laughter, I made a clean breast, and only brought my unhappy story to a close when Duncan's peculiar cough was heard in the hall. *' ^yhy, Frank, this far ex- ceeds the title-deeds : ah ! my poor cousin, two such scrapes in one short twelvemonth 1" and tapping my cheek wdth her glove, she ran out of the room before our gracious uncle entered. While congratulating myself on the rapid ad- vance in my cousin's estimation, which no doubt my character had just acquired, by her being more particularly acquainted with my private memoirs, my sergeant arrived with 234 STORIES OF WATERLOO. written orders for our embarkation the next morning-. Any chance I might have had of gradually removing Lucy's impression of my idiotcy was now over, and I should leave Ire- land, satisfied that my mistress considered me the veriest ass that was permitted to go at large through the world. No wonder, when I joined her after dinner, my spirits were any thing but buoyant. I approached her at the piano. '* What is the matter with you, Frank ? You are sorry that you admitted me farther into your con- fidence than you first purposed. Come, I won't play with your feelings — indeed I won't ; don't be depressed." " How can I be otherwise, Lucy? here is the order for my embarkation ; and 1 leave you in the full persuasion that I must appear a weak and contemptible imbecile in your eyes — a fit subject for being fooled by flirts and bullies." *' No, no — not by bullies. You have enough of your country's pugnacious properties to pre- vent your being dragooned ; — but when do you go I and when do you probably return 1" FRANK KENNEDY. 235 " I go to-morrow ; I return probably, never. Oh! Lucy; on this, our last evening, forgive me if I tell my secret : I never felt I loved a woman till I met you." She turned her eyes quickly upon mine : she read there the sincerity of my declarations, and coloured deeply, as I continued—" Lucy, how shall I woo you? how shall I win you? Be mine — mine own. Love ! — boundless eternal love— !" *' Hush ! for Heaven's sake ! some one is on the stairs ;" and turning hastily some leaves of music, she continued with apparent unconcern, " it is composed by my master. I'll sing it for you, and of its merits you will then be a better judge." Love, wilt thou build a cot for me Where roses red shall blush around it? And there shall bloom Love's sacred tree. And many a myrtle wreath surround it. Love, wilt thou twine for me a bower To shade me from the summer's glow ? And there the jasmine white shall flower. And there the purple hare-bell blow. 23G STORIES OF WATERLOO. Love, wilt thou come when day is over, And softly lay thee down to rest ? My arms shall clasp my faithful lover. My head be pillowed on his breast. Before her song was finished my aunt had again left us to ourselves, and I pressed my wild suit with all the ardent arguments of first love. Lucy was not unmoved : she listened, and then calmly turning to me, replied, ** And would you have me, Frank, leave home and kindred to join my destinies to yours? Now, Frank, hear me — calmly hear me. We should have to eat and drink, and be clothed as other mortals are, and that, all on five shillings and sixpence per day, and you be shot at for that sum into the bargain ! As to private pro- perty, I have some fifty pounds, being the be- quest of an aff"ectionate aunt, who left double that sum for the maintenance of her poodle; and you have probably not so much to carry you over the Peninsula. Now, dear Frank, where would be the wisdom in our marriage I No, no — wait five years, and when I have five thousand pounds in the funds, who knows FRANK KENNEDY. 237 but I may become Mrs. Kennedy ? — there's my hand on it." She smiled — ** Come, you are dull : my uncle will be coming up to supper, and in the interim I'll sing you my favourite ballad." Fair Jessie, wlien the ruoon was new. Stole out to meet her highland lover : The glistening leaf was bathed in dew. And soundly slept her watchful mother. The moon grew round, still Jessie hied Each night to hear young Donald's stoiy j And oft the gentle maiden sighed O'er tales of love, and fields of glory. Behind her clouds the wan moon sleeps; But Jessie loves no more the gloaming : Alone s!ie sighs — alone she weeps — For far from her false Donald's roaming. Sweet smiles the moon upon the lea, While on her snow- wreathed throne she's sleeping; But, ah ! that fickle smile will flee ; And, Uke false love, may end in weeping. As Lucy sang, she cast a look of arch appli- cation to me — " Ladies have been loved, and ladies have been left before now, Frank." Again I commenced rhapsodising — ** What! 238 STORIES OF WATERLOO. leave you, Lucy, were you once mine ! Never, by Heaven ! I would live for you — labour for you — die for you — but never •" and my cursed voice was pitched so loud as to prevent me hearing the opening of the door — " I will never leave you — never leave this house till — ^*' ** There's a writ o{ ne exeat regno served on you, at the suit of Jemima O'Brien, spinster, for breach of promise ;" and, to our unutterable dismay, Duncan Davidson was standing at the back of my chair. ** Oh ! Frank, Frank Ken- nedy, what will be your end ? By you. Lord Splashboard lost his divorce : I lost my costs : Sir Phelim lost his life : Jemima O'Brien lost her character ; and Mr. Clinch, as I am in- structed, lost the use of his hand." I felt hurt and mortified at these multifa- rious allegations ; and with some heat, told him I should remove myself forthwith from the house of a relation, who seemed to extend a scanty share of hospitality to one who had never been a trespasser on it. " No, no — don't be in a passion : Poucett, my scrivener, heard of the intended proceedings by FRANK KENNEDY. 239 chance, and gave me the earliest information — but, you sail in the morning ; be on board be- fore the court sits ; avoid the ne exeat — and God speed you ! — To your bed, Lucy ! — what keeps the girl up?" With a significant look, my mistress rose and left the room. As I was to be off very early in ihe morning, ray uncle availed himself of this opportunity of bidding me farewell. Having calculated that the odds were against my ever troubling him again, he made me a parting present of a five-pound note. I retired to my chamber, but not to sleep — and was gazing listlessly from the window, hear- ing the sleepy watchman tell the droning hours, when a gentle tap called me to the door, and, on tiptoe, my fair cousin glided into the apartment. She placed her finger on her lip, and pro- ducing a small parcel, carefully sealed, spoke to me in a cautious whisper — " I have brought you, Frank, a trifle — a bauble — it is for a re- collection of your cousin, when you are far away ; but give me one promise, or I take my present with me. Can you patiently wait a given time before you open this enclosure T' 240 STORIES OF WATERLOO. I had thrown my arm around her, but an em- phatic gesture prevented me from catching her to my breast ; — I murmured a hasty promise. " Will you swear it?" " By your own sweet self," I whispered. *' Enough !" — she smiled — ** the oath is cer- tainly aa awful one ! — Have you nothing to give me in return ?" I looked confounded. — *' Nothing," I eja- culated, " but this poor hand." " Nothing!" she repeated. " Has woman never had an offering of your hair?" ** Never," I exclaimed solemnly. *' Stoop." I did so, and she removed a ringlet hastily — then turning her lips to mine, she bade me a fond adieu. I would have followed, but a menace from her finger, and an expressive look, forbade me. I never saw her since ! Well — my tale is near its close. The little packet was carefully secured, and a written order prohibited its being opened until we landed in Portugal. Vain were my conjectures as to what might be Lucy's present ; the time came — FRANK KENNEDY. 241 I broke the seals eagerly. The packet contained a picture of herself, and a purse of fifty guineas, being the legacy of her aunt, the poodle fancier. Five years have nearly passed, and I have been since in many a stirring scene ; I have shared the pleasures of a military life, and like my comrades, I have bent to woman, and, urfed the " lightly- won " suit of a soldier, but never has my heart been disengaged, from that generous high-spirited girl. I have dream- ed of her in the bivouac ; I have thought of her in the battle ; I returned, ardent to catch my gentle cousin to my heart, and renew upon her lips my vows of eternal constancy. But when did love's course run smooth ? — My father and Duncan had quarrelled beyond the possibility of being reconciled ; for my aunt Macan had, as usual, interfered, and to evince what she calls " proper spirit," favoured my uncle Davidson with a letter, in which she satisfactorily proved that all good luck had abandoned the house of Killnacoppal since one of its daughters had degraded her name, by '• intermarrying with a low-born quill-driver." VOL. I. L 242 STORIES OF WATERLOO. No wonder Duncan's door was closed against me; no wonder Lucy was commanded, under the heaviest denunciation of being disinherited, to avoid me. Poor girl ! — she wrote to me. It was a letter worthy of her : she pointed out the delicacy of her situation, and showed me the necessity of a farther separation ; — yet, I know I hold a place in her heart, and if woman was ever true — " Mac Carthy coloured deeply — " Never!" he muttered, as he left the room. There was a momentary silence; Hilson broke it. " Poor Maurice, there is some hidden mystery gnaws that bold heart, and which even his desperate resolution cannot subdue; but he wrongs the sex — woman can, and has, and will be true : — yes, J have witnessed faith to the tomh!" His eyes filled with tears as he traversed the apartments. " Kennedy, you and I will bear record of woman's truth, and woman's con- stancy, did you but know my early history." Anxiously Kennedy entreated him to tell it ; and Mac Carthy having returned. Colonel Hil- son related his youthful adventures. THE STORY OF COLONEL HILSON. THE STORY OF COLONEL HILSON. Oh the heart that has truly loved, never forgets, But as fondly loves on to the close. MoouE. I AM the second son of Sir Philip Hilson. My elder brother, the late baronet, and I were the sole issue of Sir Philip's marriage. My father and brother have been long dead ; and ray orphan nephew (a minor) and myself are all that survive of that ancient name. My early history is so closely interwoven with my father's that I must describe him. At the time I last saw him, he was in his fiftieth 246 STORIES OF WATERLOO. year ; he was a man of eccentric opinions, and stern uncompromising temper. In his youth he had been a busy, bustling intriguer in poli- tics, and had so materially injured his property by election contests, as to make it necessary for him to repair it by means of a wealthy al- liance with my mother. How two such beings could come together is marvellous : the one seemed to be the hottest production of the tropic sun ; and she, the offspring of an ice- berg. I have often thought that Sheridan and my father were intimate ; for Sir Anthony Abso- lute, in the Rivals, was but a softened portrait of Sir Philip. Different as were my parents, there was a comparative difference between my brother and me. Thomas was a quiet, tame-spirited milk- and-water character ; he was the counterpart of his mother, and she literally doated on him. As to myself, I believe she did not dislike me ; but she certainly never wasted a thought upon what I did, or what I should hereafter do. Not so my father: I was honoured with a due share of his attention (for he never minded my COLONEL HILSON, 247 brother). Every day I was scolded or chastised, right or wrong ; and the sun never set with- out my having received some personal favour, in the shape of an oath or a blow. I pass over my infancy, and now imagine me fifteen years old. The family estate was entailed, and of course devolved upon my brother; and a valuable church preferment Icing in our gift, I was destined to possess it. My education for a churchman was after the peculiar system of my worthy father. I had a tutor who was fond of me, and endeavoured to teach me Latin. The huntsman gave me lessons in riding, and I learned shooting and swearing from the keeper. Under these in- structors, T have some doubts whether I should have attained much eminence as a theologian. A circumstance occurred about this time, which will mark the state of the family of Hiison Hall. Tom had scarcely nerve to ride a donkey ; but almost from his childhood a pair of horses had been kept solely for his use ; 248 STORIES OF WATERLOO. >vhile I was obliged to follow the hunt on foot, or g-et an odd ring from the huntsman or whipper. *' St. Stephen's day, that blessed morn," as the old ballad goes, I was in the field, with nothing to depend on but my own supple legs ; for on that grand day, my friends, the gentle- men of the kennel, would have sooner parted with their lives than their cavalry. Tom, sorely against his own inclination, had ven- tured out to look at the hunt : the chase un- luckily headed towards the rising ground where he had established himself; and the galloping of horses made his mare so uneasy, that he dismounted. At this moment the fox broke cover, and the hounds made a gallant burst from the coppice beneath us. Human nature could not bear it. I sprung on Tom's mare, seized the bridle, and with a shout of delight was in a second across the fence, and alongside my Worthy friends the huntsman and whipper. The chase was long and sharp; and unfortu- nately, Tom's mare not being in wind, made a mistake at the last leap, and a broken knee was the result. COLONEL HILSON. 249 Trembling for the consequences of my rash- ness, I had scarcely time to change my clothes before the dinner-bell rang. One of the ca- pital offences of Hilson Hall was not being re- gularly at the table. 1 hurried down. My father had had an additional twinge of the gout in the course of the day, and was now seated near the fire, his foot rolled in flannel, and a huge crutch standing perpendicularly against the chimney- piece. My mother sat in imperturbable placi- dity, while occasionally Tom threw a reproach- ful glance across the table, first eyeing my father askance, to see that he did not observe him. Our dinner passed with its customary accom- paniments ; my father between every mouthful rating the attendants and cursing the cook. The only accomplishment that I can remem- ber to have learned from Sir Philip, was the art and mystery of making a turf fire. Poor Tom's nervous habits prevented him from being employed; for he never took the tongs in his hands that his dread of my father did not oc- casion the fall of a peat, to the imminent peril of the baronet's gouty toe. 2f50 STORIES OF WATERLOO. The cloth was removed : I was summoned to my duty ; and had approached awfully close to Sir Philip, when the head-groom came in and whispered him. My hand trembled, my face grew pale, as he bellowed — " Blood and thun- der !" I thought Tom would have fainted. *' Who broke her knees, you rascal ?" *' I can't tell," said the groom. " Mr. Tho- mas rode her out quite well in the morning." ** Ay, you nincompoop," returned my father. My mother, comprehending by this epithet that my brother was implicated in the business, with her usual provoking calmness inquired what was the matter. *• The devil's the matter," replied Sir Philip. *' Miss Macnamara's knees are broken." "I am so sorry," said my mother, with per- fect unconcern. " Blood and fury !" said my father. *' Will your sorrow grow hair upon the mare's knees ? The mare I refused one hundred guineas for from that puppy in the dragoons. How did this happen, you hen-hearted do-no-good ?" Tom was perfectly thunderstruck, and only COLONEL HILSON. 251 looked at me as if he was fascinated. — *' Who, I say, broke her knees ?" ** I did," said I, mustering desperate resolu- tion. In a moment the crutch described a rapid circle round my head. — " And why, you block- head, did you lend your mare to the villain I" '•' He did not lend her," said-I, doggedly. '* And how, you graceless rogue, did you break her knees?" " He could not ride her, and I took her from him ; she was in no wind, and fell at a leap." Now comes the blow, thought I ; but, to my surprise, the crutch was lowered. ** Humph! a good reason enough for taking the fellow's horse ; a thirty-year-old donkey would suit the simpleton better than the best mare I bred these ten years. When I was your age, 1 would have ridden the devil himself, had he but a horse's skin over him. Ah ! if you were but like me!" " God forbid ! Sir Philip," rejoined my mo- ther, who had coolly collected her needle-work. 252 STORIES OF WATERLOO. and with the heir-apparent was leaving the room. "Pish!" cried my father, ''these PlaCids (my mother was of that family) would drive a passionate man mad. Here, you sir!" and he filled a bumper of port — " Here, never run your horse off his wind again." 1 took the glass, and drank with suitable gravity towards his better health. ** Humph!" said he, and thinking he bad encouraged too much freedom between us, he gruffly added — '* I tell you, George, my easy temper, and your mother's silly indulgence, will destroy you. Ah ! if you had Sir Humphry my father to deal with ;— but be off:" and he point- ed to the door. There was no misunderstand- ing my father ; 1 accordingly retired, wondering what kind of man Sir Humphry had been. I pass over two years. My entrance into the Dublin University was fixed for the ensu- ing month, but circumstances gave my life a very opposite colour; and now I must intro- duce you to the only two beings whom I may COLONEL HILSON. 253 say I ever sincerely loved. The one was my kinsman, Arthur Hilson, and the other, Emma Folingsby, the daughter of a deceased ofiBcer. Arthur was the only child of my uncle. His father made an imprudent match, and died of a broken heart before my kinsman was born. The widow did not long survive him, and the orphan fell to the protection of Sir Philip. Whether it was Arthur's destitution, or to some superior qualifications he possessed, that my father's predilection for the boy can be ascribed, I know not ; but certainly he treated him with common civility, sometimes asked him for an opinion, and always supplied his pecuniary wants with delicacy and liberality. Arthur was indeed a fine amiable creature. His character was one of quiet decision ; his manners particularly bland ; but with external gentleness, there was much manly feeling in Arthur Hilson. His character, indeed, was unknown, until an inci- dent called his latent spirit out. In one of those afflictions of Ireland, a ge- neral election, Sir Philip must, forsooth, ** as it was his wont," interfere ; and anv interference 254 STORIES OF WATERLOO. of his was sure to create confusion to all par- ties. He said something harsh to a young gentleman, which drew forth a rejoinder that my father called an insult. Away he posted for his friend and pistols ; for among his nume- rous virtues, it is but common justice to say, that he was always ready to fight for any quar- rel, or for no quarrel at all. Arthur happened to be fortunately at the election ; and promptly waiting on the gentle- man, pointed out the inequality of years be- tween my father and him, and concluded by offering himself as his substitute. A kind of Sir Lucius, who happened to be the friend, thought it mattered nothing who fought, pro- vided there was a battle ; and the offer was ac- cordingly accepted. My cousin took my father's place, received a fire, and afterwards an apo- logy. This generous conduct of course rais- ed him highly in his uncle's esteem, as well as in the good opinion of all the neighbour- hood. Arthur noticed the injustice with which my parents treated me, and when staying at Hilson COLONEL HILSON. 255 Hall, endeavoured to lighten my sufferings. I sincerely loved him as a brother, and the afifec- tion of my youth followed him, poor fellow, to his grave. I remember the last interview I had with my parents, and as it is characteristic of both, I will relate it. I had latterly been promoted to be a kind of deputy master of cavalry to the establishment, and had occasion to call on my father pro- fessionally for something required by the mt- nage. He was sitting in his usual place, which was called the study, although Sir Philip seldom used it for purposes to which such apartments are commonly appropriated. Within this room was a small closet, which was the baronet's sanctorum ; it was a curious repository of all sorts of things. Here was gunpowder for the keeper, specifics for the gout, leather for the harness, and iron for the ploughs. To this Noah's ark my father directed me, and when searching through the lumber, the study door opened, and my mother sailed in. 256 STORIES OF WATERLOO. A voluntary call from the good lady was so extraordinary, that Sir Philip immediately growled — *' How now — any thing wrong ?" " Sir Philip," replied the dame, *' I have made a dreadful discovery." " Humph !" said my father. ** I and my maid," continued my mother, *' were in my flower-garden, when, on the other side of the hedge, we saw George kiss the huntsman's daughter, and put his arm with frightful familiarity round her waist." " Well, madam, and what next?" '* What next. Sir Philip ! Oh ! if this shock- ing affair has proceeded to the height of my apprehensions — " My father here burst in with a tremendous " Pish ! All I shall say is, that I hope your fears are realised to their fullest extent ! What ! all this bottle of smoke about a fellow kissing a wench ! But be under no alarm for nincompoop, your pet — no fear of him. Zounds ! he's a man of snow— an automaton. Why, before I was his age, the increase I gave the population COLONEL HILSON. 257 would astonish you. Zounds! if he was but like me — " " Heaven forbid!" ejaculated Lady Hilson, as she glided in unruffled composure from the chamber. But the fears of my lady mother were un- founded. I had indeed '* kissed the keeper's daughter;" but that was the " head and front," and termination too, of my offending. I should have required, no doubt, as much philosophy as my neighbours to have withstood the in- fluence of Susan's rustic beauties ; but I had a counter-charm — my heart was already full of another, and a fairer object;— in short, I was distractedly in love. Emma Folingsby — even yet my cheek red- dens as I name her — was an orphan, and re- sided with a respectable elderly lady, her grand- mother. She had neither fortune nor family to boast of, and like many a village beauty, her existence was unknown beyond the hamlet where she bloomed. She was one of those rare creatures who are occasionally found in obscurity — beautiful, graceful, talented, and 258 STORIES OF WATERLOO. spirited. Our years were about equal ; we had been intimate from cliildhood, and my passion for her had grown with my growth. I was now seventeen. Latterly, indeed, Sir Philip had not subjected me to the indignity of a blow ; but the dreadful severity of his temper made my existence intolerable. Years must pass before I could be emancipated from do- mestic thraldom, and sometimes I despaired of longer endurance of my slavery— but love sup- ported me through all, Emma heard my com- plaints, witnessed my sufferings, and cheered me when I drooped. She was the only being with whom I held communion ; for my cousin was about to graduate in college, and Avas sel- dom at home. Her pity I mistook for passion, and her sympathy for love. The romance of my story draws near to its catastrophe. Arthur was expected home, having completed his studies ; and happy in having any excuse for being near her, who engrossed my every thought, 1 walked to the cottage to tell Emma that my kinsman was returning. The garden of Mrs. Folingsby was separated COLONEL HILSON. 259 from the park by a holly hedge ; and by means of a little door the inmates could visit Hilson Hall without passing through the village. It was a sultry day in July, and I found Emma in her favourite retreat. She never looked so beautiful; the colour of her cheeks was height- ened by the summer heat, and her expressive eyes sparkled with more than their usual bril- liancy. ** Emma," said I, sitting beside her on the rustic bench, '* you look so happy, so handsome, to-day ; has any thing occurred to give you pleasure ?" There was an archness about her ** Xo " that would have been understood to mean the con- trary by any one but myself. — '* I have good news to tell you," continued I, " our favourite Arthur is to be at the Hall to-day. I am so happy." " And are you really so, dear George?" she replied, with animated quickness. A look — a word — will often decide a man's destiny; and such did mine. " Oh, that I was dear to you!" I exclaimed, as my full heart found utterance, and in fervid language told 260 STORIES OF WATERLOO. its secret. Emma's brow and cheeks grew red and pale by turns. I watched the varying ex- pression of her countenance. I listened, trem- bling, for the first word she would articulate. Agitation kept her silent for a minute; but summoning resolution, she spoke, and my hopes were blasted. She told me, quietly, affectionately, but decisively, that she had no heart to give me : she told me, she would ever love me as a brother, but circumstances ren- dered all else impossible. While she still spoke to soothe my disappointment, her grandmother entered the garden ; my mind was distracted — I knew scarcely what I did ; but leaping from the bench, I bounded over the hedge, and rushed into the thickest of the underwood. Hours passed, and still I lay upon the earth ; tears rolled down my cheeks : never was man so wretched. At last the dinner bell sounded, and I mechanically rose and hurried to the Hall. I was late in entering the dining-room : something had irritated my father, and in his con^mon coarse manner, he commenced one of COLONEL HILSON. 261 his philippics. To his and the surprise of all, I answered coolly, that it was useless making any noise about a trifle, and that the inconvenience of cold soup would be a more than adequate punishment for my offence. A reply had, here- tofore, never passed my lips. Sir Philip got red with rage — the domestics trernbled for the consequences — my father could not speak for passion, but pointed to the door. I understood the hint, and rose and quitted the apartment. Unconscious of what I did, I wandered to the shrubbery. I flung myself on a bench, and indulged in bitter musings uninterruptedly. Before I was aware of their approach. Lady Hilson and Tom were beside me. My mother, with her characteristic calmness, passed me, coolly remarking — " Well, George, your temper is so like your poor father's !" " Oh, Heaven !" I exclaimed, ** among you, I shall be driven mad ;" and I wildly rushed from the shrubbery. Arthur had taken the earliest moment for quitting the baronet to come and look for me. I was rushing past him, when he forcibly arrest- 262 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ed me. I was almost crazed, and when my cousin took my hand, when he affectionately began, ** Dear George," the recollection of the morning perfectly unsettled my understanding ; and, with an execration on my wayward fate, I rushed from him, and with the speed of a hunted deer, plunged into the darkest of the plantations. Stretched on the grass, evening came on — the shades of night fell fast, and hours elapsed while I lay on the ground in bitter listlessness. At length the rolling of the mail-coach, and the winded horn of the guard, broke my melancholy reveries. I rose up — it was nearly dark ; one of the village streets was parallel with the park wall, and by accident I took the path which ran beside it. I heard voices on the other side — the night was still — and I overheard two per- sons in conversation, one of whom I recognised to be the postmaster. ** This news will make a stir at the Hall." " It will," replied the second voice. " What says the letter?" asked the other. *' Nothing more, than that Dr. Dosewell died on Satur- COLONEL HILSON. 263 day." — " That is one thousand a year for George Hilson ;" — and the speakers separated with a " good night." You can scarcely imagine how coldly this im- portant occurrence affected me. I had already formed a plan for immediately leaving home. '* Could I hut see Emma once more," thought I, " could I but know the reason of my rejection; I am ignorant of any acquaintance she has, likely to engage her affections." Instinctively, my steps led me to the garden. " I will, at least," said I, " visit the spot which witnessed my misery." T started— the little wicket was open, and voices were talking softly at no great distance. *' Oh, if it be Emma!" thought I; •' and that sweet voice is surely her's." I ad- vanced cautiously ; the evergreens concealed me. I approached the rustic bench— and, heavens and earth ! I saw Emma herself, sit- ting beside a man whose arm encircled her waist, while her head fondly rested on his shoulder. I leaned for support against a tree, when a well-known voice told me that the stranger was 264 STORIES OF WATERLOO. my cousin. He had been just listening to her account of our morning interview. " A.ncl did you soften the bitterness of a refusal, dearest Emma? — did you soothe the agony of such a disappointment? Good Heaven! poor youth, how I pity him ! Emma, I love him, next to yourself, best in the world, and would sacrifice every thing " *' But me," interrupted the blushing girl. " Even so," said my cousin, as he kissed her tenderly, *' to make George Hilson happy ; and when I think of our engagement, this, like all the rest, omens badly for its issue." " Nay, dear Arthur, you are always appre- hensive." *' If I am, Emma, it is for you ; am I not injuring you, in inducing you to make en- gagements with a beggar — you, whose beauty, whose worth would insure you a handsome set- tlement in life ?" ** Stop, Arthur ; I know your feelings — you are richer than all the world to me — and none but Arthur Hilson shall call me wife." My kinsman, with his happy mistress, now COLONEL HILSON. 265 talked of his future plans — of fortunes to be made, and years to be endured in hopes of hap- piness. " And now, dearest, we must part till to-morrow night ; my heart is full of anguish for my poor cousin. I will, before I sleep, see him, and acquaint him with our long attachment : his honour and his affection for me call for this discovery." Again the " parting kiss was given." I had listened with my brain on fire ; but even in my madness, I determined on my fu- ture course of action. Suddenly I stood before them. Emma screamed, and nearly fainted. In a moment I had seized her passive hand — " Fear not, Emma," I exclaimed ; ** I would not harm you for the universe. Hear me, Arthur : — I have been a listener from accident, and, for the last time, you see me here. Happier days await you ! — to-morrow shall unfold the mystery. — Adieu for ever !" I kissed her cold lips, and before either could speak, I bounded across the hedge. I retired to my chamber, but not to sleep. I wrote two letters— one to Emma, bidding her VOL. I. M 266 STORIES OF WATERLOO. adieu, and congratulating her on the prospect of independence which Dosewell's death had opened up to my kinsman Arthur. The other was to my father, stating, that his tyranny made my home so comfortless, that to avoid the re- peated indignities I suffered, I had resolved to leave Ireland, and seek my fortune beyond the seas. Having enclosed Emma's letter in a cover to Arthur, T next prepared for my de- parture. My half-yearly allowance had been paid me only a few days before. I made up a small bundle of linen, and with a good stick in my hand and twenty guineas in my pocket, I jumped out of my bed-room window, and bade a long adieu to Hilson Hall. Morning was just breaking as I passed down the village street. One minute I stopped be- fore Emma's door. I knew her room, and gazed for a moment on her lattice — then de- positing my letters as I passed the post, I took the most unfrequented road, that led across the country, to the nearest sea-port. I slung my bundle across my stick, and moved rapidly on. A weight seemed to press COLONEL HILSON. 267 on my breast, and my respiration was difficult and uneasy. I stole a side-look at the Hall and village, and then, as if I had seen some object I disliked, I hastily turned away my eyes. At last a turn in the road shut out both objects ; and, raising my head erect, I fancied that I breathed more freely. In four hours my home lay twelve miles behind me. I entered the vil- lage of N just as mine host of the Spread Eagle was rising. The want of food the day before, joined to mental and bodily exhaustion, made refreshment necessary ; and I entered the Spread Eagle, and called to the landlord for breakfast. He, worthy man, was at the moment combin- ing a quantity of milk and brandy : he looked at my haggard countenance — " You are way-worn, my friend," he said ; and handing me the mix- ture, made a droll inclination of his head and little finger. I understood this freemasonry* and in a second swallowed the specific of the Spread Eagle. The quantity of alcohol, which was a trifle to mine host, soon affected my un- practised head. My cheek recovered its faded 268 STORIES OF WATERLOO. colour : my eye lost its leaden hue : I laid my weary head upon a bench, and after two hours' sweet repose, was awakened by the maid, to tell me my breakfast was waiting. I arose, and followed her to a neat small parlour off the kitchen, which formed the centre of the house; and, accommodated with cold water and a towel, I bathed my hot and fever- ish hands, removed the marks of dust and fatigue from my face, and sat down to break- fast with what appetite I had earned. ** I will not yield to this despondency," said I : " I have acted at least a manly part ; and though my dream of happiness is dissolved, have I not made others happy ? and the world is surely large enough for us all. What's to be done ? Rouse thyself, George Hilson !" As I soliloquised, a sweet and powerful voice sang as it passed my open window — Jog on, jog on the foot-path waj, And merrily hent the stile a : A merry heart goes all the day j Your sad one tires in a mile a. COLONEL HILSON. 269 *' I hail the omen," said I ; and at the in- stant, a fine, gallant-looking fellow, of some twenty-four years old, entered the parlour. He was dressed in an artillery uniform, and three stripes across his arm announced his sub- ordinate rank. A red handkerchief dangled from the extremity of a sword : his knapsack was across his shoulders ; and taking his cap off, he placed it on the table, and throwing himself on a form, opened the conversation with — ** No offence, I hope, sir." *' None in the world," I replied. The soldier bowed. — '* What, ho ! landlord, have my comrades been here ?" " Not yet, Sergeant Hamilton ; — how left you the old dame ?" *' Well, and tolerably cheery, considering the odds are against her ever seeing me again." " That," said the host, '* is all the chance of war." *' It is so," said the soldier with a sigh. ** But here, Marian," cried mine host, " have you nothing to offer your old companion ?" I thought the soldier drew himself up to his 270 STORIES OF WATERLOO. full height, and did not appear to acknowledge the alleged equality which mine host's speech would have implied ; who continued—" You look but dull this morning." *' I was just thinking," said the soldier, " that my grandfather came here a captain of horse, and his descendant leaves it a sergeant of artillery. However, we both get an honour- able living, which is more than better men can say." While he spoke, the landlord's daughter brought in a plentiful supply of refreshments ; and with fresh apologies for trespassing on my dejeune, the soldier sat down with us to break- fast. Although the gallant sergeant flirted freely with the handsome Marian, and laughed with her jolly father, it required little penetration to remark, that he was a man far above the grade of life in which he moved at present. His appearance bespoke habitual good-humour, and a naturally buoyant spirit, struggling with the frowns of fortune, and determined to gain the mastery. I took an early occasion of following COLONEL HILSON. 271 him of the Spread Eagle, and left the gay soldier and the young souhrette tete-a-tete together. I found mine host sitting on the bench be- neath the pent-house of the inn, inhaling, in luxurious indolence, the odorous comforts of a long Dutch pipe. He was as conamunicative as persons of his calling are said to be ; and per- ceiving that I evinced some curiosity respect- ing his military guest, favoured me with his history. *' His grandfather," he said, " was a captain in Ligonier's regiment of dragoons, and was quar- tered in a neighbouring town. The male descent of the ancient family of the Aubreys had failed ; and the estates were now possessed by the orphan daughter of the late lord. Soon after the arrival of the dragoon, a fete was given in honour of Miss Aubrey, and Captain Hamilton danced with the heiress. He was young, handsome, and insinuating ; and the re- sult was, that the lady loved and wedded him. ** But, unhappily, prudence was not among the qualities of the fortunate dragoon. There were 272 STORIES OF WATERLOO. in that part of the country several distinguish- ed families with much larger estates, with whom Hamilton unwisely endeavoured to keep pace in extravagance and display. His splen- did equipage, his well-appointed retinue, his stud and his kennel, were all supported on a scale of unusual magnificence. His hospitality was boundless and profuse : his bacchanalian ex- ploits formed the theme of many a popular bal- lad ; and Aubrey Hall almost eclipsed the still celebrated mansion of 'Bumper Squire Jones.' " The consequences may be easily imagined. More fhan a moderate fortune became rapidly embarrassed ; and the improvident owner died of a desperate debauch, leaving a son as thoughtless as his sire to inherit his shattered property. It speedily passed piecemeal to strangers; and forty years saw a noble estate acquired and dissipated, and the grandson of him, who had been the meteor of his day, ne- cessitated to enter into life in the humble cir- cumstances of a private of artillery." It was strange enough that chance should bring me into contact with one so singularly COLONEL HILSON. 273 situated as my military companion was ; and without a moment's hesitation, I determined to follow the same career. Taking Hamilton aside, I told him I was the son of a respectable farmer, and that to avoid the consequences of an imprudent attachment, it was necessary for me, for a time^ to leave my home. I had decided, I continued, on enlist- ing, and if he would receive me, I would enter iuto his corps. Hamilton commended my reso- lution, and willingly enrolled me as a recruit ; and to prevent my being discovered, I took the precaution of assuming another name : the al- teration of a letter was sufficient for my con- cealment, and t entered the Royal Irish Artil- lery as George Wilson. The ceremony of my enlistment had scarcelv concluded, when the expected comrades of mv military friend arrived. They were all hearty, strapping fellows ; and as I was an active, well-grown lad, I at once found favour in their sight. Among soldiers, little formality exists. I insisted on treating my new companions. The bowl was filled, and the tankard traversed 274 STORIES OP WATERLOO, the table rapidly. Hamilton's gay cockade was placed jauntily in my hat ; and early in the forenoon we left the village on our route to head-quarters. The road we took ran through a romantic and rich country. The high hedge-rows, now in full leaf, sheltered us from the sun's light : refreshing showers fell occasionally: we were all full of life and energy ; and, sa\e myself, *' unburthened with a care." The jest and song beguiled the way, and I almost forgot that I was unhappy. A sigh, however, would sometimes escape ; and as we passed a gentle- man's park, which bore a faint resemblance to Hilson Hall, my lost love and my deserted home came forcibly to my memory. Hamil- ton observed a tear tremble on my cheek, and remarked my agitation. He had the innate feelings of his better birth about him, and kindly endeavoured to amuse my melancholy. Our journey continued for several days, un- marked by any incident worth recording. Time, and change of scene, and the novelty of my present life, did much in removing my sorrow ; COLONEL HILSON. 275 and when we reached our destination, which was Cork, no traces of the " heart's disease," which had sent me a wanderer from home, were evident. From the moment I first formed the design of a military life, I determined to devote my- self zealously to its professional tluties. I was patient and attentive, and in a few weeks, hav- ing overcome the drudgery of drill, was trans- ferred to the ranks, having obtained from my instructors the reputation of being a promising soldier. It was a fortunate circumstance that I had taken the precaution of adopting another name ; for shortly after my departure from Hilson Hall, an advertisement appeared in the Irish and English newspapers, addressed to me, and imploring me to return — " where independence awaited me, and parental forgiveness would be willingly extended." The delicacy and warmth of expression in which the article was couched left me at no loss to guess who the author was ; and though aware that his own happiness utterly depended W'G STORIES OF WATERLOO. on my being an alien from my home, I firmly believe my generous kinsman would have sacrificed his brilliant prospects to have me re- stored to my family : but I was too proud to return like a truant boy ; home had no spell to lure me back ; mine should not be the band to pull down the fabric on which my cousin's hap- piness was placed, and thus annihilate the hopes of her for whom I would have yielded up life itself. I would cut my road to fortune, and return with an honourable name, or perish like multitudes of the brave, " unwept, un- honoured, and unsung," There v/as a union of science and skill requi- site to become eminent in the profession I had selected, which stimulated me to be indefa- tigable in minute attention to my duty. I had many national advantages to assist me in achiev- ing professional superiority. I was young, patient, and vigorous ; my constitution was un- broken, and capable of privation and fatigue; my sight was quick and powerful. I measured distances with unerring skill : the shell burst where I directed it, and the ball was propelled COLONEL HILSON. 277 with fatal accuracy. Before I was two years in the service my talent was distinguished by my officers ; and when orders came for our brigade to embark for Holland, I was entrusted with the command of a gun, and promoted to a sergeant's rank. We landed at Helvoetsluys «n the 1st of March, and soon after formed a junction with the Austro-Prussian army, and a corps of Hanoverians and Hessians in British pay. In the battle of the 23rd of May, at Farmas, we were successful, and invested Valenciennes, which fell on the 28th of July. This opening success, however, was delusory ; and I shall simply mention, that in this unhappy campaign I was a sharer in its victories and reverses. The gallant duke who commanded was worthier of a more prosperous career than that which he was fated to pass through. Attacked by a brave, active, and enthusiastic enemy, opposed to able and enterprising officers, he depended upon heartless friends, and operated with un- warlike allies. Paralysed in victory, and desert- ed when distressed, that brave man struggled 278 STORIES OF WATERLOO. vainly against circumstances beyond his control, and after an useless attempt upon Dunkirk, was obliged to retreat by Furness upon Ghent. Early next April, Pichegru having moved on West Flanders, the disastrous campaign of nine- ty-four opened. It was, in truth, a continuation of defeats. Repulsed on the I7th and 18th of May, the Royal Duke was driven behind the Aa. The French crossed the Maes on the 19th of October, when all our exertions failed to defend Nimeguen, which was carried by assault on the 8th of November. During this campaign, in the field movements, and sieges, the British artillery suffered heavily. Poor Hamilton fell before Dunkirk : the most of my earlier comrades were killed or invalided : I, from a severe wound, was sent home to England early in December, having for my conduct been promoted to the rank of sub- lieutenant. I might now have returned proudly to my home; for by my own unassisted exertions I had made an honourable name. In fancy, I revisited Hilson Hall, and indulged in many COLONEL HILSON. 279 a wild conjecture of the state in which I should find its inmates, — what would be my reception there; — would my father's sternness give way, and Nature assert her mastery, and open his closed arms to offer a prodigal's wel- come to his long-estranged child ? — Would even my unexpected return disturb my mother's apathy — and how would Emma meet me — where was she — what was she — was she still unwedded — or, had the indissoluble bond of marriage united her to Arthur, and severed her from me for ever ^ I still clung to the hope that Emma was yet free, and that cir- cumstances I could neither name nor fancy might make her still my own. Restless and miserable, I determined to re- turn to Ireland ; and having obtained a leave of absence, I set off for Bristol, to embark in the Dublin packet. When I arrived there, the vessel was on the eve of sailing : she only waited for the turning of the tide ; and to pass the short time away, I sauntered into an adjacent coffee-house. An Irish newspaper was beside me, and I care- 280 STORIES OF WATERLOO. lessly threw my eye over its columns. Sud- denly I started : I felt my cheek flush ; I had scarcely courage to peruse the fatal paragraph — fatal indeed to all my hopes of happiness — " At the Rectory of Ashfield, the lady of the Reverend Arthur Hilson of a son and heir !" The paper dropped from my hand — the dream was dispelled, the charm was broken ; Emma was a wife — a mother; and could I, dare 1 return ? No, no : home was now a hateful name; all there, to me, would be bitterness and disappointment. I threw myself into a coach, and in cin hour was on the road to Woolwich, to rejoin my corps. It was evening when I returned, and having entered the barracks unobserved, I was left for several hours in solitary possession of my apart- ments. The next rooms were occupied by a married officer. He had lately returned to head- quarters with his bride : they were both young and handsome, and, as it was said, a long attach- ment had subsisted between them ; and that theirs was what the world calls a love match. The partition which separated our apartments COLONEL HILSON. 281 was but slight, and, to my astonishment, I heard sounds of weeping and distress. All around me was still, and I easily ascertained that the lady was in deep affliction, and her husband vainly en- deavouring to soothe her anguish. Soon after, my servant came to me, and, on inquiry, I learned that a reinforcement for the West Indies was drafted from our corps, and that my neighbour. Lieutenant Mowbray, was one of the officers ordered for this service. From the imperative command received for the imme- diate embarkation of the detachment, it was impossible that Mrs. Mowbray could be per- mitted to accompany her husband ; and the well-known insalubrity of the climate rendered the chance a desperate one of the unhappy pair being again united. The idea instantly occurred to me that it was within my power to avert this dreaded calamity. Every climate was alike to me ; and I could reason with Orlando, " If killed, but one dead that is willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; and the world no injury, for in it I have nothing." 282 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Without a moment's deliberation I opened Mow- bray's door : his wife, who was leaning her head upon his shoulder, and bitterly lamenting the hard lot which separated her so suddenly from her lover, started when I entered, and he rose up, evidently huift and mortified at an interruption, which, in any other than me, would have been unfeeling and unpardonable. But when I told him my determination, and offered to exchange and take his place, never were surprise and rapture more marked than in the features of Mowbray and his wife. In glow- ing language he poured out his ardent acknow- ledgments, while she hung upon my neck, and called me her saviour, her deliverer. Gently detaching myself from her embrace, I left the delighted lovers to their happiness, and returning to my room, commenced active preparations for a long absence from England. In a few days all necessary matters were com- pleted — my exchange of service with Mowbray was easily effected — and for the second time I left my country, with feeble hopes, indeed, of ever seeing it again. COLO>IEL HILSON. 283 But fortune willed it otherwise. I remained in those unhealthy islands for four years; and although twice attacked by the malignant fevers of the country, I survived to bury my compa- nions. The French invested the fort I com- manded, but I repulsed them. For this service I was promoted to a company ; and soon after, being relieved by a fresh body of victims, I was ordered home, and with the remains of those who survived that fatal climate, I landed at Cove, in the spring of 1798, five years from the time I left its harbour an humble sergeant. It was on the eve of that political convulsion which, breaking out in the summer of 1798, threatened the dissolution of the empire, that I returned to the south of Ireland. From the period I had left the country, to the time of my landing from the West Indies, the kingdom had been a scene of continued disorder and vio- lence ; but things were now hastening to a cri- sis, and I arrived but a few weeks before the insurrection of the malcontents to the govern- ment took place. In my military profession, I was an eye-wit- 284 STORIES OF WATERLOO. ness to the dreadful events which ensued, and was unhappily an actor in many a scene of com- motion and bloodshed. Even at this remote time I recall the memory of those evil days with pain ; and though since hackneyed in deeds of violence and death, still shudder at the recol- lection of this fatal summer. It was in truth a fearful period. Assassination was perpetrated in the open day. Houses were nightly attacked, and the inmates when they failed in repulsing the assailants, deprived of arms and property, and not unfrequently of life. The scaffold groaned with victims, and the air stank with unburied hundreds, who fell in conflicts with the military, and crushed by superior discipline, perished in idle but fearless opposition. The excited royalist visited the inoffensive and the aggressing peasantry with indiscrimi- nate vengeance. The cabin was fired — the hitherto inactive occupant driven, like a wild beast, to the morass and the mountain, and gray hairs, and woman's helplessness, were alike dis- respected by the ruthless soldier. When the destroyer passed on, what met the returning COLONEL HILSON. 285 peasant's view? — his humble dwelling levelled to the earth, a mass of smouldering embers— his aged parent bleeding on the ground he had tilled from infancy, and his children crying for sustenance and shelter ; w hile his wife, in all the debasement of outraged honour, mourned over her disgrace, and refused to ^e comforted ; that once careless, passive islander, returned to his hills again, no longer a slave and a fugitive, but a desperate immitigable enemy, panting for the hour of revenge, and burning to riot in blood and devastation. Time and absence had cooled the fever of my blood ; but I could not but feel that I was in the land of my birth ; and no longer separated by interposing seas from my parents, without tor- turing myself with conjectures as to the present state of my family, and owning a yearning of the heart towards the home I had so hastily quitted. I made the necessary inquiries, and found that Sir Philip and my mother were no longer among the living. All past seve- rity and unkindness were forgotten— my fa- ther's sternness, the chilly bearing of my mo- 28G STORIES OF WATERLOO. ther, faded from my memory. They were now- resting in the grave, and the memory of their neglect was buried with them. Although the tie of kindred was severed, I felt an uncontrollable desire to revisit my native village. Emma was there ; but what was she to me ? A barrier, eternal and insuperable, was placed between us. Where would be the pru- dence of witnessing Arthur's happiness? Was it politic to open the seared wound, and again place myself within the dangerous influence of that cherished object, whom I could not see without emotion, nor remember without pain? Still the impulse was irresistible. I would risk all — I would once more see Emma, though my tranquillity should be broken, and my bo- som bleed anew ! Strange and unaccountable desire ! I set out to visit my long-deserted home. I obtain- ed a short leave of absence, and engaged a place in the mail, which passed my paternal residence. Nothing could have marked the insecurity of the times more strongly than the unusual ap- COLONEL HILSON. 287 pearaiice of the Cork coach. Its double guard was considered insufficient for its protection. Apprehensive of attack, the passengers were armed, and a party of dragoons, relieved at each stage, escorted us through our perilous journey. Of my fellow-travellers, the ^ne who was seated opposite to me attracted my attention. He was, like myself, habited in a sort of mili- tary undress ; and from his sallow complexion and foreign air, I should have concluded him to have been one who had resided long in some torrid climate. I made some efforts to induce a conversation, but he was silent, almost re- pulsive, and I left him accordingly to his own contemplations. The other travellers were persons in the humbler walk of life, and avowedly engaged in trade. For a time their conversation was confined to subjects only interesting to them- selves. With such dull companions, to sleep was my only alternative ; and arranging my fur cap, I prepared to slumber away some portion of my tedious journey. But my at- 288 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tention was soon engaged. I found that one of the traders was settled in Ashfield, my na» tive town ; and, with a little management, I learned the singular changes which a few years had produced in my family. My father had been suddenly taken off by an attack of gout in the stomach, and Tom conse- quently succeeded to the title and estates. My mother resided with him ; and never was an ancient name consigned to weaker representa- tives than Lady Hilson and Sir Thomas. About this period Methodism made its way into the south of Ireland, and fitter subjects for knaves and fanatics to work on could not be found than the baronet and his mother. Duped by a specious and imposing system, well calcu- lated to deceive the weak and unsuspicious, they listened to designing preachers, and caught the prevailing enthusiasm of the day. They were flattered into a belief that they held a leading place among those elected for celestial honours ; and those, whose mental imbecility had unfitted them for interfering in the com- monest occurrences of human life, were intoxi- COLONEL HILSON. 289 cated with the fond delusion that themselves had been specially selected to forward the great work of Heaven. Hilson Hall was the home of the proselytes of Wesley and Huntingdon. Every crazy professor of the Heaven-commis- sioned coal-heaver there found a welcome. It was a regular resting-place for all Sion-bound travellers ; and knaves and fools, in tolerably equal numbers, " claimed kindred there, and had their claim allowed." The revenues of the estates went to support idle pretenders to in- spiration and the true disciples of an all-suf- ficing faith, to send conversion to the Caffres, and cajole Judaism into Christianity. When a weak mind is once well infected with religious folly, there is but slight ground for dreading its disenthralment ; and therefore dur- ing the term of Lady Hilson's life, the Hall might be safely reckoned one of the safest havens for the elect. But the good lady was evidently declining, and it was deemed advis- able to guard against any contingency of the baronet's escaping from the toils. The most certain prevention was, by marrying him to a VOL. I. N 290 STORIES OF WATERLOO, professor; and a daughter of Sion was accord- ingly selected. It was no difficult matter for poor Tom's spiritual director to persuade him that completing this holy alliance was only fulfil- ling the special decree of Heaven ; and the lady, who neither wanted cleverness nor beauty, left the home of her father, an humble manufac- turer, to become the mistress of Hilson Hall. The rate of travelling of his Majesty's mail was then very different from the birdlike velo- city of the present day ; and the evening was far advanced when we reached the high hill which commands Ashfield, and from which the narrow chimneys and fretted gables of the old Hall are first seen. Here the foreign-looking traveller left the carriage, and turned down an unfrequented lane, where a person seemed to have been waiting for him ; and together they disappeared behind the hawthorn hedges which flanked the narrow pathway, I can but ill describe my feelings when the coach rolled through the long street of Ash- field. Every object was familiar — every house — every tree, which, in two straight lines, ran COLONEL HILSON. 291 parallel to the church which occupied the cen- tre of the village, were well remembered. We pulled up at the inn : the coach-door opened — I looked at the man who assisted me to alight, and I knew him to have been an old servant of my father's. The rosy-cheeked daughter of the landlord was curtseying in the hall to welcome me : but neither recognised me. My sun-burnt cheek — my strong compacted figure bore no resemblance to the wild youth, whose history was now almost forgotten. I entered the little parlour. *' The neatly sanded floor, and varnished clock" were just as I left them : the corner cupboard fronted me, with its full display of cracked china and gauze- stemmed glasses. Above the chimney-piece, the effigies of the Babes in the Wood were standing in fine preservation ; — often, when a boy, have I gazed on them with compassion and delight. There they reclined in waxen glory, upon a bed of moss, attended by the " gentle redbreast," which the cunning artist had re- presented by a two-legged animal, with the air and proportions of a Norfolk turkey. On one 292 STORIES OF WATERLOO. side, a tender couple with crooks and cattle were suspended, and underneath was written " The Arcadian lovers;" and on the other, a lean and famished youth was sprawling at the feet of an elderly gentleman, arrayed in a full-bot- tomed wig, and scarlet hunting-frock, with sky-blue breeches, and jockey boots. To in- sinuate that the scene of this interesting limn- ing was eastern, an elephant was judiciously in- troduced, scratching, over the court-yard wall, a camel's hump with his proboscis ; and in golden letters the subject was stated to be " The Prodigal's return." I declined the offer of refreshments, and was leaning against the mantle-piece, considering my future course of conduct, when a low whis- pering beneath the window induced me to look out. In the twilight, I observed several per- sons in deep conversation, and at a little dis- tance, one or two armed men, who seemed post- ed there as centinels. I was soon aware that T was the subject of their discourse; and the casement being imperfectly closed enabled me to overhear them. COLONEL HILSON. 293 *' Are you certain," inquired the first speaker, ** that he answers the description of the stran- ger?" " Perfectly. He is a dark, sallow man — his air military— his height the same — and his dress exactly what the foreigner is described to wear." *' Heavens! how fortunate! Did any one remark him but you V* " Not a soul : I saw him alight. It struck me in an instant that he was the man. I watched him through the key-hole : he seemed in deep thought, and anxious to avoid observa- tion." " It must be he." *' What's best to do?" " Arrest him before any chance could let others see him, and share the honour and reward." " I agree with you. We'll take him at once to Captain Hilson's, and there examine him before the magistrate." ** Speak lower — let us lose no time." They both retired ; and, giving some direc- 294 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tions to the sentinels, left the inn yard to- gether. Short as the preceding dialogue had been, I remembered the principal of the two speakers. He had been employed in disciplining the yeo- manry of Ashfield ; and from the humble grade of a drill-serjeant, for espionage and other secret services, had been made a brigade-major for that district. He was a fawning sycophant to those in power, and a ready tool for the bigot and the oppressor. I remembered he had been an object of aversion to poor Sir Philip ; and it at once occurred to me, that I could disappoint his avarice, and gain a safe and unsuspected entree to my cousin's house, by favouring the mistake into which the gallant major had fallen. It was quite clear that my foreign-looking fellow-traveller was concerned, or suspected to be so, in some treasonable transactions, and that a similarity of dress and appearance would na- turally occasion much confusion. While I was still undecided, v/hether to announce my name at once, and prove my identity, the door was opened, and Dalton, with two armed attendants. COLONEL HILSON. 295 entered the room, and approached with due caution to the place where I stood. Major Dalton opened the conversation by in- quiring *' If I had not arrived by the coach that evening?" I bowed. " Where was my pass- port?" Forgotten. '' Where was I last from ?" Cork. '' Had I been long in the country?" No; only a few days. *' I was a French officer?" No; I was an English one. *' Impossible !" — and he pulled out a paper which contained my supposed description : — " dark eyes — sallow complexion — tall — stout — soldierly — blue frock — dark stock." I was the man, and I must accompany him instantly to Mr. Hilson, the justice. Again I assured him I was not a French general ; but my protesta- tions were not believed ; and in a few minutes I found myself in close custody, proceeding to my kinsman's house, and a crowd of ragged boys running after to get a sight of " General Buonaparte, who was just taken at the inn by Major Dalton." It was quite dark when I entered the court- yard of the glebe house, where my cousin 296 STORIES OF WATERLOO. resided. The capture of the supposed general had occasioned a wonderful sensation, and I was ushered into Arthur's mansion with suitable formality. My cousin was absent, and I was left a prisoner in th^ parlour until a messenger should be despatched to apprise him of this im- portant event. I found myself alone ; and, for a few mo- ments, almost doubted the reality of my situa- tion. Was I under the roof of Emma? — my once — my still-loved Emma — and so strangely circumstanced too! — a prisoner — a supposed spy. I took a candle from the table to examine the apartment, and satisfy myself that I was really in Arthur's house. Above the chimney-piece a picture, richly framed, attracted my attention. I gazed on it — I started — it was a faithful like- ness of myself. I gazed on it again, and read in a small scroll upon the corner — *' Drawn from memory by E, H." Then Emma had not forgotten me ! I felt something touch my foot — it was a small spaniel smelling me. He was old, and nearly blind. Still he moved as I traversed the room, and appeared confounded COLONEL HILSON. 297 and uncertain. I took him up, and looked at him, I whispered — '* Carlo ! Carlo!" — it was my own— my favourite little spaniel. In a mo- ment he recollected me, and whimpered and gambolled about my feet. While still occupied in caressing my quon- dam favourite, the door was gently opened, and the rustling of female garments startled me. I turned suddenly round, and— Heavens and earth! Emma — my idolised Emma, was stand- ing almost beside me ! She was fatter, and more formed than when I left her, and had ripened into matronly beauty. I felt my cheek glow — my lips trembled, and I was obliged to lean against the mantle-piece for support. The light was favourably placed for concealing my features, and my agitation passed unmarked, or was attributed to the feelings occasioned by imaginary captivity. In tones too well remem- bered, and which went to my very soul, Emma apologised for intruding on me, but she came to offer me refreshment : I doubtless required it ; and a servant laid food and wines upon the table. 298 STORIES OF WATERLOO. Emma was about to leave the room, when, making a powerful exertion, 1 spoke to her with tolerable composure, and offered my thanks for her kindness. I inquired if Mr. Hilson was soon expected ? — '* He was." ** The por- trait abpve the chimney-piece was his ?" — No, it was not ; it was a likeness of his kinsman — a very dear relative of her husband's, and one whom she had loved with sisterly affection. *' Was he living-?" — No ; he was dead — at least there was every reason to come to that conclu- sion. '* Strange!" I observed, ** I once knew a person to whom that picture bears a striking resemblance^ In a moment her eyes brightened, and with great apparent interest, she eagerly inquired — " Where I had met the person ?" I replied, in terms of assumed coolness, that the person I alluded to had been a soldier — I knew him in Holland. Was she interested about him 1 She was for a moment silent. '* I am, in- deed," she replied. *' Yes, sir; that person •whom that picture is intended to represent, was COLONEL HILSON. 299 mine and my beloved husband's dearest friend : for us he sacrificed bis own prospects ; and, to insure my happiness, prodigally gave up coun- try, and relatives, and fortune ; and, alas! —life itself." She burst into tears. I thought my bosom would burst with smothered feelings. I en- deavoured to be calm ; — " And would she re- joice to hear that he lived? Might not his return interrupt those brilliant prospects which his absence appeared to have opened ?" *' No," she replied with energy ; " could the unhoped- for return of a cherished friend, a beloved bro- ther, cause any thing but joy ? Oh ! poor, generous George, to restore thee to life, I would give up half my own !" She spoke with enthusiasm : the tear trem- bled down her cheek, as, losing all control, I sprang forward, caught her to my heart, and exclaimed as I kissed her rapturously, " Emma, the wanderer is returned !" Uttering a piercing shriek, she looked for a moment in my face — *' It is — it is himself!" and calling on my name, sank in my arms insensible 300 STORIES OF WATERLOO. I was still supporting Emma, when steps approached— the door was opened, and Arthur and Major Dalton entered. The surprise of both was unbounded ; Arthur, to find his wife in the arms of a stranger ; and Dalton, to find his prisoner so unaccountably engaged. An instant eclair cissement succeeded, and Arthur held me to his heart. There was something so indescribably ridi- culous in Dalton's disappointment, when I assured him I was not General Buonaparte, that gave an air of burlesque to a scene, which would otherwise have been oppressive to us all : the conqueror of Lodi had dwindled into a truant youth, and the formidable foreigner was, after all, but a native of the village. I readily accepted an apartment in Arthur's house, as, from a short inquiry into the personal circum- stances of Hilson Hall, I conjectured that a sojourn there might neither be desirable nor politic. I shall pass over my first interview with my brother. Imbecile as he had been in boyhood, he was now totally helpless, and appeared COLONEL HILSON. 301 utterly incompetent to act or think for himself. In his house, and the management of his affairs, he was a perfect cypher. Lady Hilson was master and manager, and poor Tom submitted to her thrall without a murmur. Nor, indeed, was there any person now left who would be likely to dispute the point with Lady Hilson. All intercourse with Arthur and his wife had long since ceased : my kinsman was too manly and enlightened to be safely trusted to be inti- mate with the baronet ; and disgusted with the cant and hypocrisy of the gang who infested the mansion of his family, Arthur willingly left the field to the fanatics who frequented it. Whether I should have been able to preserve, even a formal intimacy for a time, with my bro- ther, is doubtful. My return was certainly no cause for joy to Lady Hilson. Sir Philip had burdened the estates with a legacy of 10,000/. in the event of my being alive ; and inde- pendent of this cause of regret. Lady Hilson disliked and feared me. But circumstances occurred which suddenly called me from Ash- field. The insurrection broke out on the 23rd 302 STORIES OP WATERLOO. of May ; and I was ordered off to take com- mand of the artillery attached to the brigade of General Sir James Duff. I dined that day at Hilson Hall. As I walked to the house, I felt that it was no longer a home for me. A strange and unaccountable revolution appeared to have taken place. My road lay by the kennel ; it was now unoccupied. The roof had fallen in ; for the pack had been broken up soon after my father's death, and the buildings suffered to fall to ruin. I saun- tered into the stables : the stalls were empty ; the hunters were dead or disposed of, and a few sorry hacks were feeding in their places. I stopped a lazy loitering fellow in the middle of a hymn, to ask the reason of this miserable change in the establishment. " Sir Thomas had given up carnal pursuits, and these were the horses of certain gospel ministers." Thus prepared, I approached the Hall. I entered it ; and with considerable emotion, found m^yself in the drawing-room, surrounded by a singular-looking company. They were fully assembled for dinner. I looked COLONEL HILSON. 303 carefully round, but no old acquaintance was in the circle. A thin, tall, bilious-looking crea- ture was disputing a passage in the Romans with a squab, sandy-haired girl, on one side; and the proceedings of a class-meeting were being earnestly discussed by a couple of leaden- headed professors on the other. At this mo- ment Tom came in. He, poor man, appeared rejoiced to see me ; and leading me to the end of the room, presented me to Lady Hilson. She was a good-looking woman, of a certain age, and full of the importance of her unlooked- for elevation ; for, habituated to rule her pas- sive lord, she appeared fond of power, and ac- customed to be deferred to. Her dress was a collection of the richest articles, clumsily ar- ranged for plain and puritanic effect. Beside her, a large, coarse, burly-looking character was standing : with great ceremony I was an- nounced to him ; and in return informed, that he was the Reverend Samuel Sludge. I was placed beside the lady of the mansion ; and opposite sat Doctor Sludge. That of eat- ing, was certainly not excluded from the good 304 STORIES OF WATERLOO, works of the company. Sludge fed like a cor- porator ; and the bilious Roman and his fellow class-leaders were no indifferent performers. Of Tom I saw little : a loin of beef eclipsed him totally ; and, in sooth, his loss seemed to be disregarded. Every thing will find an end, as well as eat- ing ; and the elect began to find leisure for other employments ; not the least of which was an affectionate remembrance of each other, through the medium of a glass of wine. Sludge having undergone the chief civilities of the company to his manifest satisfaction, at last addressed me, under the title of brother sol- dier. *' He's Spiritualizing t^ lisped the sandy- haired sister. ** Ay, instant in season, and out of season," rejoined a class-leader. "Brother soldier," continued Sludge, with unblushing effrontery, " I arraign you as a deserter. You have left your regiment, and abandoned your commander ;" and he continued a rhapsody of abominable blasphemy, which I should feel shocked to remember. The disgust I had been endeavouring to sub- COLONEL HILSON. 305 due would have burst forth ; but I controlled my feelings, and contented myself by acknow- ledging his pledge with a torpid bow. Soon after, the ladies retired ; and after a few glasses of wine, I rose, and left the house. Tom fol- lowed me to the door, his eyes filled with tears: he felt his own degradation. He was striving to murmur some affectionate expostu- lation at my sudden departure, when, unfortu- nately. Sludge came from the dining-room. His natural impudence was emboldened, I pre- sume, by the wine he had swallowed ; for, laying his hand familiarly on my shoulder, he recommenced a strain of cant and blasphemy, which totally overpowered my already excited temper. I started from him, threw off his hold with violence, and seizing my brother's arm, hurried down the avenue. I would have endeavoured to rouse Tom to a sense of what was required from him, as the head of an ancient family, and intreat him to assert his own independence, and free Hilson Hall from the gang of hypocrites who infested it ; but my expostulations pained him, without 306 STORIES OF WATERLOO. effecting the object I aimed at. Fanaticism had gained entire possession of his infirm under- standing ; and to liberate him from its trammels was hopeless. While I was still speaking to him, a servant despatched from the house came up to tell us that " Dr. Sludge was about to commence evening exercise." Tom instantly turned homewards — ''would I not return?" *' What ! to hear that canting ruffian use the Deity's name with blasphemous familiarity ?" My poor brother trembled from head to foot, and muttering a prayer for my being speedily turned from the broad way, we separated. That evening's mail brought the alarming news that the insurrection had burst out gene- rally. The rebels, in great numerical force, were up in arms : several partial engagements between them and the royal forces had already taken place ; and a peremptory order was con- veyed to me to set off for Gorey, to command the artillery attached to the brigade of Major General Loftus. My cousin was greatly alarmed by the dis- tressing accounts which came from every quarter COLONEL HILSON. 307 of the country around him. He was aware that the peasantry in the neighbouring moun- tains were on the e\e of joining the general movement of the disaffected. A stranger to personal fear, he was sensibly alarmed for Emma and her child. He had been an active, resident magistrate ; energetic in preserving the tran- quillity of the country ; and from the known determination of his character, was frequently employed by the government in hazardous official services, which would have been better adapted to a more warlike profession than his. He was well aware that^is exertions had caused him to be feared, and hated by the disaffected ; and threatening letters received almost every post, left him by no means uncertain of the treatment he might expect at their hands, should they unfortunately succeed, and he become their prisoner. Under these apprehensions, it was determined that he should remove his wife and child to some place of greater safety than the unpro- tected village of Ashfield ; for the small de- tachment which had formerly garrisoned it, was 308 STORIES OF WATERLOO. removed to strengthen the field force of some of the contiguous generals ; and that he should return after leaving them in a place of security, and avrait the result of this alarming crisis. Preparations were accordingly commenced for the intended journey ; but, poor Arthur ! — death interrupted it. Nor were the inhabitants of the Hall insen- sible to the signs of the times. Although full of professions of unbounded reliance on Pro- vidence, Samuel Sludge and his coadjutors thought it unwise to play deaf adder on the present occasion. They considered themselves too useful servants to be deserving of a crown of martyrdom at present, and contended, if it was inculcated to pray without ceasing, it was also advisable to pray without danger. The plate and valuables were accordingly transmit- ted without delay to Dublin^ and Lady Hilson took her departure for " the city of refuge," as the gang termed it, accompanied by her hus- band and the whole hive. My parting with Emma and my cousin was painful, and I would say, ominous. He accom- COLONEL HILSON. 309 panied me some miles of the road ; and when we took leave of each other, and separated, I observed, on a turning of the path, that Arthur was still looking after me : we waved our hands to each other, and I saw him for the last time. My route led through a wild and dangerous district. I was therefore anxious to reach my destination, if possible, before night. As evening came on, the signs of the insur- rection being commenced were frequent and distinct. Fires were blazing on the hills, and in number and brilliancy, were increasing as the night closed in. I pushed on rapidly. Ar- thur had presented me with a horse, and I proved his speed and bottom. I had now de- scended into the level country. The distant spire of the church of the town T was to halt in for the night was visible, and I congratulated my- self on achieving my dangerous journey unmo- lested, when on a sudden I was surrounded by armed men, pulled by a hook attached to a pike from my horse, and found myself lying stunned upon the ground, with a number of truculent- looking ruffians around me. From the sanguinary complexion of the in- 310 STORIES OF WATERLOO. human warfare carried on, I at once concluded that my death was inevitable, and I endea- voured to collect my spirits, and summon ade- quate resolution to meet my fate with a sol- dier's fortitude. But my death was not the present object of the banditti. A stout intelligent fellow, who was addressed by the rest as captain, exa- mined me minutely as to my name, rank, and the purpose of my travelling. On these points my uniform and papers would have satisfied him sufficiently. I was remounted on my own horse, and, in the centre of the rebels, proceeded by a cross-road to join their main body, who, I was informed, were at some place in the vici- nity of Ballymore. After some hours' marching, we came up with the rebel outposts. I was conducted to a place of security in centre of the insurgent army, and as the summer night was nearly passed, I lay down, guarded by a sentinel, on a sward of newly-cut hay, to repose after my wearying, and, as it had proved, calamitous journey. The morning had dawned some time before COLONEL HILSON. 311 I awoke. I had been much fatigued by the exertions of the preceding day, and, urged by thirst, had drank a considerable quantity of spirits and water before I lay down to sleep. I looked about like one bewildered. I was in a country of whose appearance I was profoundly ignorant, and, for some time, imagined the body of men who, I was aware, had occupied the ground on the last night, had moved off while I slept. But soon, from the rising ground where I stood, I discovered the cause of the extraordi- nary stillness of the rebel forces. They were lying in ambuscade, concealed by the high fences ; and from a careful look-out kept by their leaders, I was aware that an enemy was speedily expected. The position chosen by the rebels for at- tempting to surprise the king's troops was ad- mirably selected for that purpose, but was a place where a successful attempt at an ambus- cade was most unlikely. Near the village of Clogh, the country, which is flat and open, with large and spacious fields running parallel with 312 STORIES OF WATERLOO. the road, and offering every facility for an army to deploy and form easily, if necessary, suddenly changes its character. The road then becomes deep, narrow, and intricate, with clay banks on each side, having wide ditches at their bases, and rows of close bushes on the top. The fields, also, are small and difficult, interspersed into numerous parks, and separated by full-grown hedges. At this time of the year, the trees being in full leaf, and the ground occupied by rich potato crops, standing corn, and unmown grass, afforded ample concealment for any force which chose to occupy it. Here, accordingly, the rebels awaited the attack of the royalists ; and the movements of the latter on the Camolin road were soon apparent. The rising of a dense, continuous cloud of dust gave notice that the king's troops were approaching. For security, 1 presume, I was placed about a hundred paces from the insur- gents, who lined the hedges. To enable them- selves the better to obtain a view of the ex- pected conflict, my guards posted me on the crest of a Danish fort, which not only com- COLONEL HILSON. 313 manded the rebel position, but had an unbroken prospect of the road by which their assailants advanced for several miles. I had not, fortu- nately, been deprived of my telescope, and was thus enabled to remark the occurrences of this calamitous morning with painful accuracy. A sudden angle of the road cleared the advancing military of the dust, which had hitherto ob- scured theirraarch, and at once I perceived, to my astonishment, that they were moving in close column, without either flanking parties or skirmishers. The dragoons were in the front, the infantry succeeded— in the centre of which I perceived three or four pieces of artillery, and a squadron of cavalry brought up the rear. The country, as yet, was open. The troops could easily extend, if required, on the right and left of the road ; but still there was a want of military caution in their order of march, which struck me as being blameable. Presently they halted—" Now," thought I, " the rebel plan is known— we shall soon see this formidable posi- tion turned." I looked attentively: there was as yet no partial movement— no light troops ex- VOL.I. 314 STORIES OF WATERLOO. tending — no advanced-guard pushed forward. Did my eyes deceive me ? — was it possible I By Heaven! the march in close column was resumed ; and without a single precautionary measure, the doomed leader moved to his de- struction. On came the royalists, and in a short time the leading squadron of the advanced cavalry entered the fatal pass of Tubberneering. None but a soldier can conceive the feelings of de- spair, of madness, with which I viewed my de- voted comrades, in the gorge of those enclosures, from which few would return with life, and none without dishonour. In profound silence the rebel ambush lay concealed — not a pike glittered—not a man was seen, and the ad- vanced-guard rode on without suspicion. The infantry had now entered the defile. As the road narrowed, the progress of the column became slow and difficult : they passed, and the unhappy cause of the day's disgrace, surrounded by his aides-de-camp and staff, r ode forward. Colonel "Walpole, to whom, unfortunately, the direction of this ill-fated detachment had been COLONEL HILSON. 315 intrusted, was a man totally unfitted for com- mand. He was vain, ignorant, and imprudent; arrogant in his manners, and averse to com- municate with his officers, or avail himself of the experience of others. He held a situation in the Castle of Dublin, and had unfortunately been despatched with confidential orders to General Loftus, from whom he received the command, which was so fatal to his followers. He was a remarkably fine-looking man, and being dressed in a field-officer's full uniform, and mounted on a tall gray charger, he formed a most conspicu- ous object for his latent enemy. The column had now completely entangled it- self; and, at once, from the enclosures a wild yell burst forth, accompanied by a stream of musketry. Colonel Walpole fell in the first fire : the confusion was tremendous — and to fight or retreat impossible. The height and number of the fences on every side made the ground most favourable for irregular and desultory warfare, and the long pikes of the rebels reached nearly across the narrow road ; and those of the dis- tracted soldiers who escaped the first close fire 316 STORIES OF WATERLOO. were perforated from behind the hedges by in- visible opponents. The surprise of the troops was complete — dragoons and infantry were thrown in helpless disorder on each other, and a scene of butchery ensued. I mentioned that I had been placed apart from the rebel body : my guard had been gra- dually diminished, after the meUe commenced, by their savage anxiety to join in the work of slaughter: but two now remained. I looked down the next enclosure — it was entirely open ; for those who had originally lined it had ad- vanced to close with the struggling soldiery. I was aware that escape was practicable. A pikeman and a musketeer were my retainers. I waited till the latter had discharged his piece, and then flinging the spearman down the steep bank, I sprang over the next fence, and rushed towards the flank of the royalists. Fortunately some of the officers had managed to disengage the rear-guard, and form them across an open field, to cover the broken column. A steep and expansive rock rose abruptly, with- in a few paces of the road, and was crowded COLONEL HILSON. 317 with the rebel musketry, who, from its supe- rior elevation, were enabled to throw a destruc- tive fire into the helpless mass below. To ex- tricate the column, while that commanding spot was occupied, was impossible. I instantly took command of the artillery, and having levelled a hedge, got one of the six-pounders across the fence, where its fire would traverse the rebel position. The gunners behaved with admira- ble steadiness : with a few discharges we swept the rock of its occupants ; and a few of the 4th dragoons, and the Ancient British cavalry, hav- ing threatened a flank movement on the rebels, the remains of the column were disengaged. We were reluctantly obliged to abandon the guns ; for the horses, being untrained to fire, carried off the limbers in the commencement of the attack, and made it impracticable to remove them. We fell back in great confusion, and retreated through the town of Gorey, followed closely by the insurgents, and annoyed as we retreated through the streets by the rebel in- habitants, who fired on us from their houses. But I had little time to brood deeply over 318 STORIES OF WATERLOO. the disastrous fight of Tubberneering. An oc- currence of private calamity had taken place, in which those with whom my best feelings were involved had heavily suffered. Ashfield had been surprised and taken by the rebels on the night I left it, and Arthur Hilson murdered in his own house, with circumstances of revolting barbarity. Emma and her child had escaped with difficulty : they had gained the sea-shore, and been embarked in a vessel bound to some English or Welsh port ; but where, my inforriia- tion failed to state. They were safe ; but, good .God ! so forlorn — so unprotected ! I would have flown to them ; but that was utterly impossible ; and I was obliged to remain in a state of harassing anxiety until time or accident would enable me to communicate with the wretched widow. In the interim, the rebels' success at Tubber- neering brought thousands- of the wavering to their standard. By our defeat, they had got several pieces of cannon, and a quantity of other arms and ammunition. Their numbers were now immense, and their movements bold COLONEL HILSON. 319 and formidable. On the 5th, under the com- mand of Bageual Harvey, they attacked the town of Ross : the engagement continued the whole day, and after a desperate conflict, they were defeated by General Johnston. On the 9th the battle of Arklow was fought, which also terminated in their discomfiture. On the 30th they took possession of the town of Wex- ford, which they held till the 21st of June; and having formed a camp on Vinegar Hill, from it they overran the country in immense bodies. It would not be interesting to mention more than generally, those affairs, in most of which I ' was employed . I commanded the artillery of the army, under Lord Lake, but more immediately operated with the brigade commanded by Ge- neral Sir James Duff. Although the rebels had been mostly unsuc- cessful in their decisive attempts on the king's troops, their possession of a strong intrenched camp on Vinegar Hill gave them a great faci- lity of making attempts on the weaker military posts around them, and maintaining themselves 320 STORIES OF WATERLOO, against any thing but a powerful force. Of course it became imperative on the Wexford commanders to dislodge them from it. A combined attack of the brigades of Dundas, Loftus, Needham, Johnston, and Duff, was arranged ; their object was to surround and carry the hill simultaneously ; and the necessary orders having been issued by Lord Lake, the troops were put in motion. General Duff, to whom I was attached with the artillery, advanced on the Ferns road, hav- ing his right flank on the river Slaney. Our march was parallel to the rebel lines upon the hills; and during this movement I protected the columns, throwing shells into the lines from the howitzers, while the light infantry under General Loftus supported me by a flanking fire. Late in the evening we arrived on the ground we were directed to occupy, and after a day of immense fatigue, rested on our arms on Vinegar Hill, in front of the rebel position. Ours be- ing the light brigade, was of course considerably advanced, and I employed the little remaining light before the night closed in surveying the COLONEL HILSON. 321 ground and selecting a fit position for placing the guns in battery. The night was mild and warm ; the rebel fires were lighted along their lines and in the fort which crowned the crest of their camp. Every necessary precaution against surprise was taken, and we lay down to sleep and refresh ourselves for the exertions of the morrow. We were already apprised that the assault upon the rebel camp would commence with the morning's dawn. All but the pickets and sen- tries were consequently anxious to obtain as much refreshment and repose as possible. A soldier's supper is readily disposed of; and soon after dark our bivouac was profoundly silent, and no sound or step was heard but those of the guards and outposts. Not so the rebel camp. All within their lines was mirth and music : groups of figures were seen moving opaquely round the watch- fires, and the dance, and laugh, and song, only ceased a short time before their lines were formed for the engagement. The short hours of the summer night passed, ^22 STORIES OF WATERLOO. and the first blush of morning was expected anxiously. We were all at our posts. A High- land regiment was formed on the left of the ground, where my guns, six six-pounders and .two howitzers, were in battery, and the light brigade, being the flank companies of the Irish militia, and forming the finest battalion I ever saw, were extended on the right. Our watches were momently consulted : in a few minutes the gray dawn would break, and then the work of death was to commence ! At this instant an aide- de-camp came up with orders. When the light broke sufficiently to lay the guns, my fire was to open, and that would be the signal for the columns who were now resting round the hill to press forward. But natural causes, for a time, forbade the flow of human blood. Suddenly a thick dense fog rolled in huge fleeces across the hill; the soldier could scarcely distinguish his next file, and all around was enveloped in dark continu- ous clouds, into which the human eye found it impossible to penetrate. It was six o'clock before the light broke COLONEL HILSON. 3*23 upon the morning of the 21st of June. The mist rose gradually from the low grounds, and as it rolled up the hill, the columns of Generals Wilford, Dundas, and Duff, commenced as- cending with it. When I heard the advance sounded on their bugles, I apprised General Loftus, who had stationed himself beside me, that the fog was now dispersing. The word of readiness was given to the light troops, and im- mediately the mist curled upwards in one huge fleece, and showed us the advancing columns below, displayed in a dazzling glare of sun- shine. The cloud rolled majestically forward, and in a few minutes more the double lines of the insurgents, five or six files deep, appeared encircling the ridge and summit of the moun- tain. The opening light showed me that, on the. preceding evening, I had not calculated my distance wrong, when I chose the ground on which I had parked my guns. A long deep ditch and breastwork had been thrown up in front of their position by the rebels, and to defend it they had filled it with their choicest 324 STORIES OF WATERLOO. musketry. A few paces from me the ground rose, and I ascertained that from that elevation I could enfilade their whole line. I changed the guns instantly, and waited orders to com- mence firing. The mist had now cleared off the rebel fort, which was situated on the cone of the mountain, and the scene around was beautiful and im- posing. Above, the rebel lines displayed a forest of glittering pikes ; along their ranks a number of green flags were waving ; and their leaders, mounted and dismounted, were seen completing the necessary arrangements. One was particularly remarkable, and seemed to hold a principal command. He was a man of huge stature, arrayed in green uniform, with cross- belts and cavalry pistols ; and being mounted on a showy gray horse, and constantly engaged in reconnoitring, he had greatly attracted the attention of the soldiery. He appeared to remark the change of my guns, and rode for- ward to the breast of the hill to observe my battery nearer. As yet not a shot was fired ; the troops press- COLONEL HILSON. 325 ed up the hill at a moderate step, and in perfect silence; and the rebels waited steadily and quietly for them to close. General Duff rode up — *' Hilson, are you ready to open?" I an- swered in the affirmative. ** Well, begin, in God's name !" The rebel chieftain on the gray horse was now within good range. He was observing us through a glass, with the reins on the neck of his charger, which 1 afterwards learned had belonged to the unfortunate Colonel Walpole. I laid the gun carefully, and desiring those around to observe the rebel leader, applied the match, and horse and man were hurled lifeless to the earth. Instantly the guns loaded with grape and canister opened with destructive effect on the crowded trenches, and the howit- zers shelled the fort with fatal precision. The bugle sounded the assault : under cover of the cannon the light brigade, with a tremendous cheer, rushed up the hill, and after a short re- sistance, the rebel breastwork was carried with the bayonet. On their several points of attack the columns S26 STORIES 0F» WATERLOO. were equally successful. The rebel position was every where forced, and the cavalry having got open ground to charge, rushed forward and completed their overthrow. Fortunately for the insurgents, one of the columns failed in reaching its destination in sufficient time to co- operate with the others, and thus afforded them an opening to escape by. Owing to this mistake, an immense column succeeded in retreating by the eastern bank of the Slaney ; and the troops, after a long and bloody pursuit, halted for the night. With the loss of their camp, the energies of the insurgents appeared to decline. All their cannon, fifteen pieces, with a large quantity of arms and military stores, fell into the hands of the royalists. Wexford next day was retaken, and their forces from that time were constantly harassed and broken by the king's troops, and never afterwards were capable of any formidable opposition. During the period of these events my uncer- tainty about poor Emma and her child was most distressing ; the confusion of the times, COLONEL HILSON. 327 and the frequent miscarriage of correspondence, precluded me from discovering the place of her retreat. At last I received a letter from her, written in the very spirit of despondency. She was in Wales, where she had been landed, and was looking for a suitable asylum. When she had effected her object, she promised to write again ; and, assuring me that she was amply provided with necessary funds for her support, bade me an affectionate farewell. Melancholy as was Emma's letter, it relieved me of much unhappiness. I wrote to her in- stantly : the rebellion was being gradually ex- Uoguished ; and I promised that the moment I could obtain leave of absence I would hasten to join her in England. But the period of obtaining that leave was protracted by circumstances beyond my control. The French landed in the west, and again the country was convulsed. When they were ob- liged to surrender at Ballinamuck, other causes of alarm occurred. Reports of the Brest fleet being at sea to invade Ireland were prevalent. 328 STORIES OP WATERLOO. and for a year the government was kept in constant agitation, and consequently every mili- tary rnan was actively employed. I had gained the confidence of the command- ing officers in Ireland, and my request of leave of absence was decisively refused, but in terms flattering to my character as a soldier, as the reply was — " I could not be spared." Months passed. The winter wore away. I had letters occasionally from Emma; they breathed a deep affection for the dead, and perfect resignation to that Providence which had visited her so severely. The last one had spoken of her health as being indifferent, and her having changed to in Devonshire, for better air, and conveyed a wish to see me, if I could conveniently obtain the necessary leave. I made the application, and it was granted. On the eve of setting out I received another letter, evidently written under very agitated feelings. The request to see me immediately was urgent. I became alarmed, and starting COLONEL HILSON. 329 within an hour after I received it, travelled day and night, until the fifth day T reached the vil- lage where my beloved friend resided. Aware of the necessity of a prepared meet- ing, I wrote to her from the inn, announcing my arrival, and inquiring when I should visit her. In a short time a hurried note was re- turned, in which an early hour the succeed- ing morning was named. I was startled when I looked a second time at Emma's billet ; the once-beautiful hand had become feeble and tremulous ; and the paper was in one or two places blistered, as if a tear had fallen on it. I was at her door at the appointed time, and admitted. She was lying on a couch, and rose to receive me when she heard my voice. I went forward hastily, and held her in my arms ; she trembled, and was deeply agitated ; but tears brought relief to her full heart, and in a few minutes she mastered her feelings, and be- came tolerably composed. I was silent and felt embarrassed, but Emma spoke. " We parted, George, under very different 030 STORIES OF WATERLOO. circumstances. I was then a wife ; but now I am — :" she became hysterical, and sobbed bit- terly. I strove to soothe her, and she listened- to me with attention. I spoke of resignation — of fortitude ; she had duties to stimulate her to exertion — she had an orphan charge — ** Who will, poor boy, be soon motherless ! George, I would not grieve you unnecessarily, and would have saved you from this very painful inter- view, but my boy — he has no father." She stopped, unable to proceed. I was equally affected. I murmured — ** Emma, I will be his father ; he shall be my child ;— but why talk thus ? why abandon yourself to despair ? You are young, and have many years to live." A melancholy smile played over her face; ** Years to live," she repeated in a low calm voice—** no, not days." I looked at her attentively ; she was unusually beautiful ; her eyes were bright and lustrous, and her cheek was streaked with glowing carmine : she changed the conversation to more indifferent subjects, and presently, com- plaining that she felt a little faint, requested me to leave her for the present, and return at COLONEL HILSON. 331 an early hour in the evening. I obeyed her, and retired. As I walked from the house a fearful sus- picion crossed my mind. There was a solem- nity in her '^not days'^ that filled me with alarm. I inquired for the physician that attended her, and called upon him. My worst fears were true— Emma was in the last, the hopeless stage of a consumption. My feelings may be easily conceived, when in the evening I sought the lodgings of my dying friend. I found her reclined upon the sofa, and beside her a lovely boy, of three years' old, in the deepest mourning. I entered so gently, that for a few seconds she was uncon- scious of my being in the room : I looked at her anxiously. Her still beautiful face was now white as the artist's marble : bat when she saw me hanging over the couch, again the eye lightened, and again a feeble blush dwelt for an instant on her faded cheek : — she beckoned to me— I knelt beside her — she was sadly altered since the morning. ** George," she said feebly, " I feared 332 STORIES OF WATERLOO. I might not have strength to convey to you my dying wishes ; you will find them here," and she put a sealed packet in my hand ; with a faint effort she placed the infant in my arms — '' Will you be a father to him ?" A flood of tears fell upon the child's face, as silently T pressed him to my bosom — *^and you will bury me with Arthur ?" I could not speak. " Kiss me, George — my boy — Arthur, I come !" I had passed my arm round her neck to support her ; as my lips touched hers, I felt a gentle sigh; the head fell backwards on my arm; the eyelid closed — Emma Hilson was dead ! *• ^ w ^ w ^ 'If Her wishes were obeyed ; she sleeps in the churchyard of Ashfield, beside him whom in life she loved so well. I placed the simple tablet over their graves, which tells their names to the passing traveller. The orphan of Arthur Hilson is my adopted child. My hoy — for he is dear to me as ever child was to a parent — has exceeded my most sanguine hopes; and when I fall — and a presentiment tells me that mine will be a soldier's death — COLONEL HILSON. 333 George Hilson will fiod that his adopted father has not forgotten him. As Colonel Hilson brought his story to a close, the bugles of the 28th, and the trumpets of the cavalry, sounded in the streets of Long- ford. Kennedy opened the curtains, and the gray light streamed into the chamber, and showed that morning had stolen on the revellers unnoticed. The hurry of preparation for the day's march was now general. The infantry assembled fast, and the dragoons rode from the quarters they had occupied, and formed in the principal street. Captain Mac Carthy, who was in com- mand of this division of the Enniskillens, was soon at the head of the cavalry. Hilson looked after him as he rode from the door of the Red Lion, with a mixed feeling of admiration and regret. Ablution in cold water, and the morn- ing's bracing air, had done for Mac Car- thy, what quiet and a night's rest effected for 034 STORIES OF WATERLOO. bis more abstemious comrades ; and when mounted on his charger — a jet-black horse of uncommon strength and action — his firm seat, light hand, and martial bearing, were well worthy of the high military character borne by the bold dragoon. " What a pity, Kennedy !" said the com- mander, " when poor Maurice goes, the king will lose a noble soldier; and human nature cannot long withstand his determined dissipa- tion. The thorn is at his heart; but none knows wherefore — " While speaking, Mac Carthy's ** forward !" was heard : he waved his hand to his friends— the trumpets sounded, and the gallant body resumed their march for Dublin. On the sixth day the 28th regiment reached their destination. They found the 79th wait- ing for them at Newry ; and with the next tide, the transports, to convey them to Bel- gium, under the protection of a frigate and 8ome lighter ships of war, entered the harbour, and anchored between Carlingford and War- ren Point. STORIES OF WATERLOO. 335 Both regiments marched next morning to the point of embarkation, and formed on the beach together. Each was at its full war establish- ment ; and two finer corps never left the shores of Britain. The day was remarkably fine. The transports and their convoy lay in deep water, two miles distant from the land. "When the regiments were seen approaching, the frigate loosed her fore-top sail, and discharging a gun, the launches and boats left their respective ships, and pulled rapidly ashore. The troops, in half companies, entered the boats. In a short time the em- barkation was effected, and the first division of these splendid corps pushed off from the green shores of Erin. Now, indeed, the scene became interesting. When the oars struck the water, the soldiery on board burst into one wild cheer of military exultation. It was answered from the shore by the prayers and blessings of the peasantry ; and amid all the pomp and circumstance of war those gallant regiments left their native land, to win on the red field of Waterloo another wreath 336 STORIES OF WATERLOO. to blazon, that proud page of history which re- cords the victories of Britain. Soft rest the brave! — many a young heart throbbed lightly there that morning, which in two short months had ceased to beat for ever ! About noon the embarkation was completed ; and as evening came on a gentle breeze from the north east sprang up. The usual signal for sailing was made, and the transports spread their canvass, and, with a leading wind, the little fleet stood slowly out to sea. The light-armed vessels led the squadron down the bay, the frigate keeping in the wake of her gallant charge, under easy sail, and regulating the movements of the convoy. The voyage was quick and pleasant. On the eighth day the troops landed at Ostend, and, in beautiful order and high spirits, directed their march, by Ghent, on Brussels. END OF VOL. I. PRINTED BY A, J. VALPY, RtD LIOS COURT, FLEIT STRfiKT. UNIVERSITY OF ILLIN0I8-URBANA 3„„,„ ill 3 0112 051363601