national one. In the year 1800 Eliza Hartley became the bride of Henry Talbot: not till then could she tutor her heart to return to her early affection for her first lover. But at twenty years of age she was better qualified than at eighteen she had been to discriminate between a passion founded on little else than the personal attractions of its oject, and a more sincere tenderness, bestowed as the reward of high principle, and of manly honour and courage. Though, after all, Talbot's face and figure were only second to those of the unfortunate Baronet, his rival.

Of Belinda, from the night of Sir William's death, her old school-fellow never heard. It was only known, or rather suspected, that the aged clergyman immediately conveyed her to a foreign country, were, perhaps in the seclusion of a convent, she learned to triumph at once over her passions and her sorrows. The mystery of her fate became impenetrable, from the circumstance of the sudden death of her old protector on the Continent, during his return, alone, to his own country.

Shawn-a-Gow fell in one of the unsuccessful battles afterwards fought by the insurgents.

His daughter Kitty, and Timothy Reily became joint proprietors of a snug farm-house on the estate of Harry Talbot. Under its roof both sought to give quiet and peace to the poor maniac mother, who had witnessed the cruel death of her son.

As for Nanny the Knitter, she lived long to recount to wondering ears her adventures under the lime-tree and in the chest, and to knit dozens of pairs of little stockings, for five or six pairs of little feet appertaining to the persons of as many curly-headed prattlers, all bearing the name of Talbot. Moreover, the population of her county had been thinned during the insurrection, and a consequent necessity arising for reparing the want, Nanny became very brisk, during many subsequent years, in the service of Hymen.

Father Rourke was hanged upon the bridge of Wexford; the weight of his colossal body having broken the rope, however, before Saunders Smyly saw him pending to his heart's content.

THE END.

NOTES TO THE CROPPY.

Note, page 59, Chap. 6.

I could learn from those who spoke of the year 1798 from personal remembrance, that the yeomanry Corps of my native City, at that period, and their successors, existing within my own memory, were almost prototypes. This being the case, a brief notice of the latter will give a fair idea of the former, and will not be inappropriate as a note.

During the fourteen years succeeding the suppression of the 1798 rebellion, the untried valour of the armed citizens of Kilkenny had collapsed-the martial equipments worn in the time of peril had become mementoes, and the citizen-soldiers had resumed their every-day bloodless occupations. Suddenly and unexpectedly the outbreak of 1803, organized and led on by the hapless enthusiast, Robert Emmett, created a necessity for the re-embodiment of the yeomanry.

When I say that a necessity arose for re-arming the citizens, it was not understood by themselves, at least, that they were marshalled for the purpose of facing an enemy in the field. The call to arms was obeyed for another and more peaceable object.

In the year 1803, it was not really apprehended by any one that the brief insurrection of a night, which did not extend beyond the streets of the metropolis, was likely to be re-enacted in the provinces. It was, however, judged, and I believe there was good reason for the presumption, that an insurgent spirit still infected the mass of the people throughout Ireland. An apprehension was either really or affectedly entertained that the disaffection of 1798 was again to be openly displayed--and so the yeomanry corps throughout the kingdom were again called together.

For the especial purpose of demonstrating their identity with the existing order of things, and of manifesting their disconnection with the enemies of the state, did the citizens of Kilkenny take the oath of allegiance, and enrol themselves as yeomen. By donning the King's scarlet, and loading themselves with the King's musket, they gave tangible and indisputable evidence of their fidelity to the Monarch and the British constitution. As to any idea of following the profession of arms, by the actual use of their fire-locks against an opposing enemy, this practical portion of the soldier's calling they, for the most part, neither contemplated or apprehended. It would have been nothing short of cruelty, to have ordered the yeomen of my day into actual service-seeing that no very brilliant achievement could be fairly calculated on from their valour, and that their chance of wearing the laurel of conquerors was more than problematical.

There were three yeomanry Corps in the city of Kilkenny when I was a boy. Why they were called yeomanry appeared strange to us younkers, inasmuch as there was not one yeoman included in the muster, according to the signification of the word given in our spelling books and dictionaries.

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One of these military bodies was the "Legion." Here again, we, schoolboys, were at fault. On the authority of Roman history, a legion should number, at the least, five thousand men. On the one day of the week devoted to military duty, our Legion" scarcely exceeded sixty men atarms. There were one hundred names, we could learn, on the muster roll. But what of that?-even so, it was an assumption to call that insignificant band a "Legion :" farther, out of the nominal hundred there were generally forty or more unable to answer the roll-call, being incapacitated to bear arms, by gout or rheumatism, or home-sickness, or other unsoldierlike malady. We, young scoffers, sneered derisively at the vanity of sixty elderly fogies inflating themselves into a "Legion."

The place of rendezvous for our "Legion" was an enclosed space surrounded by stables. Here the Legion was put into military array, and placed in marching order. No easy task this for the old disciplinarian who had been taken into pay to instruct them in the art of war. Front rank and rear rank he found to be often confounded by his inapt pupils. The left shoulder was frequently mistaken for the right, and the slanting musket of the front rank man now and again tilted off the cap of the covering file. As for teaching the goose-step to many of the "Legion," he found that to be an impracticability. My companions and myself were frequently lookers-on, to enjoy the old tactician's tantrums, while he witnessed the jostlings and scramblings, and stepping out of time and place, perpetrated by the iusubordinate corps. As we beheld him stamping with both feet, and heard him swearing and bellowing, and again, hauling his soldiers about; we were of opinion, that he would have used his ratan with all his might, on the shoulders of his tormentors, if he had had his will. This was not to be thought of, however. Many of the "Legion" were farther advanced in years than the veteran himself. All were men of consideration, too-either men of wealth or other status in the city, and their shoulders should remain intact. This little characteristic of the "Legion" was fully exemplified by the calling of the roll. The unadorned proper name was never pronounced; either the prefix Mr., or the addition Esq., was invariably proclaimed, according to the social, (not military,) grade of the individual.

The usual march performed by the "Legion" was from the enclosed yard in which they had assembled, and where they had been placed in position, across a public road and into the court-yard of Kilkenny Castle. This march of two hundred yards or so was, to some of them, a sufficient day's campaigning. The greater number stepped out gallantly to be sure, but there were many, who groaned under the fardel of their muskets, and who, of necessity substituted a hobbling trot for the military pace. The fidelity of these latter to the throne and constitution could not be questioned.

It is a fact, that one member of the "Legion," Johnny M. -, a comfortable woollen merchant, could not be compelled to load his firelock, lest, as he said, "he might hurt some body." And it is a fact

also, that another, a wealthy merchant, always closed both his eyes when at target practice, while he discharged his piece.

The second yeomanry Corps of my remembrance was, to use a feudal nomenclature, called Hamilton's corps. It was so named after its commander, the Rev. Captain Hamilton. Exclusive of this, the proper and acknowledged title, Hamilton's Corps was known by two other designations, each somewhat derisive, or at least derogatory: they were called "The Tombstone Rangers," and they were nicknamed also "The Highgoes."

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They were the "Tombstone Rangers" because their drill-ground was the thickly tenanted church-yard of the Cathedral. Here they learned to step out in military fashion, and to practise their fire-lock exercise, graves, tombstones, and headstones meeting them whichever way they wheeled, knocking against them and breaking their ranks. Here they could not by possibility find one foot of level ground to step on, nor move one foot without encountering some mortuary obstacle. We, sneering lads, were of opinion that they were in training as sharpshooters," and that, when brought into action, they were to fight, each individual soldier on his own account, and not in rank. Hamilton's Corps were called “The Highgoes," because they mustered on a height overlooking the town; the Cathedral being situated on a considerable eminence. When the Corps marched into town for military inspection on review days, they had to descend a steep hill. And when returning to their place of muster, they generally, to avoid a detour, marched up a long and steep flight of steps, higgledy-piggledy, as of necessity they must-hence they were called "the Highgoes." We commentators, agreed that Hamilton's Corps would prove invaluable in the assault of a battery, the practice of marching against the steep flight of steps training them excellently for scrambling up a scaling ladder.

When Hamilton's Corps descended from their lofty parade-ground to pass through the streets of the town, the comments made on their military appearance were any thing but complimentary, and these comments were not always inaudible. We, younkers, often scoffed at the soiled state of their uniform and accoutrements; and we often laughed, too audibly to escape notice, as we beheld the Corps shouldering onward, no two of them stepping together. We were too thoughtless to bear in mind, that they were nearly all working mechanics, with little time and as little taste for furbishing. Nor did we make allowance, as we should have done, for the difficulty of acquiring military precision of movement, or military erectness of bearing, in an over-stocked graveyard.

The Sergeant of "Hamilton's Corps" was the Clerk of the Cathedral Church; he was not much beyond five feet in height; he was a very fat little fellow, carrying a protuberant paunch before him. His face was nearly circular, and bloated, and his grey eyes protrusive. He always marched in front of his Corps, representing in his own person the advanced guard; his halberd, one of the regulation length, rising once and a half his own height above him. This little Sergeant was always puffing if he essayed to step out majestically: and Mars himself could not look more ferocious than was his wont, when he detected some juvenile wag mimicking his lofty bearing and his paunch.

Indeed for that matter, the rank and file of "the Highgoes" had little

of the jaunty air of professional soldiers about them, and no wonder. They were painfully conscious, as they proceeded on their route, of the jests and jeers that could not but reach their ears and attract their observation: and most excusably every man of them scowled from beneath knitted brows on all beyond their own body. I now acknowledge that their feelings must have been justly irritated.

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This note has extended to such length, that I will take but slight notice of the third yeomanry Corps of my boyhood. It was raised by a private gentleman, who provided the clothing for his men-Captain HI shall call him. Captain H -'s Corps was composed nearly altogether of working mechanics, as was the last military body placed under review; but although alike in this respect, Captain Hmanded men of a different kidney. The greater number were suspected of being warped to the side of Croppyism-they enrolled themselves to be purged of this taint, to the eye at least. They received a shilling of the King's pay each day of review, or drill, or parade; this shilling they spent in the evening, not in drinking his Majesty's health, as I could learn, but in toasting sentiments of very doubtful loyalty thereby verifying the adage, “In vino veritas.”

The chief military exploit I could hear of as distinguishing Captain H 's Corps was a feat introduced by one of the members, while the liquor passed round. Those were regarded as the best soldiers of the body who could bounce into their own pantaloons while held by two of the Corps for the achievement.

The Commander, Captain H- was an enthusiastic musician, a first-rate performer on the violin. His devotion to "sweet sounds" influenced him to appoint to the Lieutenancy of his Corps the organist of his parish church; he was of the creed of the ancients, who believed that the watchdog of the infernal regions stopped his baying at the sound of the lyre. A musician, the Captain opined, must make a good and brave yeoman, and so he appointed the organist as his Lieutenant. Captain H 's Corps was with others at a review, held in a field called "the triangle field,” near Kilkenny. The band of a regiment of regular troops attended on the occasion, and occupied the centre of the ground. As usual at such scenes of warlike display, the order came that the assembled troops were to march in slow pace, first forward, then to the right, and then to pass close to the reviewing General, who sat on his horse as gravely as he could, although there was a certain twitching through the risible muscles of his mouth as he looked on at the manœuvres of certain of the yeomanry Corps. The band suddenly changed from the air they had been playing to a new and splendid march. Captain H- instantly paused; he was at once riveted to the spot in entranced rapture; he placed his sword across his left arm, and used it as he was accustomed to use his fiddle bow; keeping strict time to every bar of the enchanting music; continuing to bow on, he turned his delighted face over his shoulder, and he addressed his Lieutenant, who was named "Tuite"

"Oh! Tuite, Tuite, Tuite," he sighed. "Oh! Tuite, Tuite, Tuite." And he was at a stand still, continuing to draw his sword backward and forward across his arm, and continuing his appeal

"Oh! Tuite, Tuite, Tuite."

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