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and uninteresting matter, much over- ologist, due. Though we are not mastering that which is pleasant aware of any work of pretension and attractive in the volume or published by Dr. Joly, he has made volumes, and will not undertake the the Irish nation his debtor by the perusal, nor go to any trouble to collection and preservation of thouprocure a copy. To the archæolo- sands of valuable and scarce works, gist and historian such works as the which would otherwise be lost or “History of Irish Periodical Litera- dispersed, and by their free gift to ture," are of the greatest conse- one of our public libraries. We quence-invaluable, indeed ; and to mean, on another occasion, to enterits author, and to Archdeacon Cot- tain our readers, at Dr. Madden's ton, and to Mr. Gilbert, and to Dr. expense, with the literary curiosities Joly, is the gratitude of every intel- furnished by our metropolis during ligent Irish reader, and every En- the eighteenth century. glish-speaking historian and archæc
[N O T E.] In the ample and comprehensive collection of medals in the possession of Jasper Robert Joly, Esq., LL.D., whose exertions for the weal of our national literature we have had occasion to allude to more than once, there are several illustrative of circumstances recorded in our article. Among others is a beautifully-executed one, struck by Cromwell's orders on his quasi pacification of Ireland, April 15-25, 1654. On the front Britannia and Hibernia are cordially embracing each other, one attended by her lion and thunderbolts, the other with her harp laid on her lap, and the following legend encircling the group :MENTIBUS UNITIS, PRISCUS PROCUL ABSIT AMAROR, PILEA NE SUBITO PARTA,
CRUORE RUANT. On the obverse are two stately ships (representing the two countries) side by side with two figures on the connecting gangway, grasping each other's hands. The legend runs thus :
LUXURIAT EUXURIAT GEMINO NEXU, EXCIPIT UNANIMES
TRANQUILLO SALO RES TOTIUS ORBIS AMOR. The execution of the medal, of which there is probably no other copy in Ireland, is of the most delicate and masterly character.
EARLSCOURT; OR, SOWING THE WIND AND REAPING
BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE CURSE OF THE CLAVERINGS.”
CHAPTER XV. Sir LIONEL DARCY was buried. The that I was near him in heart, sharing first snow-shower of that winter fell his every thought. There had been thickly and silently as the stately something very unapproachable procession wound through the park, about Hubert that week. I had bearing to his last home the man fancied at first that it must be his who had so lately lived and suffered sorrow for his brother's loss that amongst us.
made me feel him for the moment It was a very dreary day. I spent almost estranged from me. Since I it alone in my room; and as evening had known that Earlscourt was no closed in, and I knew that the guests longer his inheritance, I had felt had departed, I sought Hubert in that his bitter disappointment had the library. We had spoken little probably caused him to seek a solitogether since I had read Sir Lionel's tude which was generally unpleasing tale. I longed now to hear what to him, that he might consider the my husband intended to do ; whether startling change in his position, and he meant to seek out Sir Lionel's learn in solitude to contemplate it daughter himself, or whether he had calmly. Now, however, I wished instructed the lawyer to do so. to reassume my place with him, to
I found Hubert alone. He sat comforthim; and although he scarcegazing moodily into the fire, and ly seemed to rouse himself to welstarted when I entered as if I had come me, I seated myself near him, roused him from deep thought. and tried to make him enter into Lights were burning on the table. conversation with me. After various The heavy curtains had been drawn unsuccessful efforts, finding that he across the windows, excluding the relapsed into silence each time that wintry scene on which I had been his short answers to my questions sadly gazing from my own apart- had been given, I too remained ment.
silent, lost in thought. I was thinkI felt an unconscious relief in ing of our little child. Hubert knowing that the long sad week was turned suddenly towards me, and ended, that the funeral was over spoke after a long interval. that the light of day might once “Ellinor, what are we to do?". more visit the chambers. I had felt I only looked at him inquiringly. everything so strange around me I did not exactly know to what he during that week. Everything con- alluded. nected with death was so new to “ Have you considered the hateful me. I had been left almost entirely position in which we are placed ?" alone ; and since I had read Sir he continued; “ we have literally not Lionel's tale, my thoughts had been a shilling, excepting your little inconfused and troubled. I longed come. All the arr ngements which now to be with my husband as we Lionel made in his will being canwere wont to be together, to feel celled by this ext. " ordinary disclo
sure, I have absolutely nothing. I “Were your aunt to place at my have hitherto been entirely depend- disposal all that she possesses, I ant on Lionel, by some strange would not remain in England now. mismanagement on the part of those You may remain at Ilcombe, if you who preceded us. Heaven knows like, Ellinor. You may remain there that he never allowed me to feel with your child, and I will go away that it was dependence. He treated alone. Miserable and disappointed, me like his son, and I never had as I am, I am not likely to make cause to feel that I owed everything you happy, there or anywhere else to him until by this last act he has now." cast us from luxury to penury. What “Hubert, why do you speak to are we to do, Ellinor?
me so unnaturally? I will go any“I cannot tell, Hubert," I an- where. I do not care where we go. swered, and I felt very disconslate as Do not say that you could go away I heard him speak. “Let us go to without me, Hubert. Is this disIlcombe at once. My aunt will appointment to change your love advise us; she will assist us. Let for me?" us go and bring Lionel home at “It changes everything in me once.”
and around me," he replied. “It Hubert looked round the luxuri- makes me wish that I had never ous rooin in which we were sitting asked you to join your fate to mine. before he answered me.
It makes me see nothing in the “Let us go and bring our child future but a dreary waste-struggles, home," he said bitterly, “to give difficulties, anxieties, miseries. Love him one last glance of the inheritance does not often survive these trials, to which he was born, before we Ellinor, and these are what we go take him to the miserable home that to if we quit Earlscourt." must be ours henceforth ?”
I threw my arms round him, and “Not miserable, dear Hubert, I tried to speak comfort to him. not miserable when we are together; His words fell heavily on my heart. and Lionel is too young to know If he so dreaded the future, how the change. I am thankful for that." could I be brave ? I felt the change
“But how shall we feel, Ellinor, as less nature of my own love ; but I Lionel grows up, when we think of felt that if his love changed, my what he should have been, and then strength would give way. I rested look on what he is ? Think what on him and his affection, and it it will be to find it difficult even to was terrible to hear him foretel such educate him properly. What a hate- a future. He hardly returned my ful position-a Baronet and a beg- caresses. He relapsed into thought,
and when he next spoke, it was in “ But, Hubert," I ventured to say, a whisper. “ we cannot tell what Sir Lionel's “There is one way of escaping daughter may do.
from all this, Ellinor," he said. "I will not be indebted to a “And what is that, Hubert ?” I musician's wife," he answered fierce- asked eagerly. ly. “No: we shall leave Earlscourt; He looked silently into my face we shall take our child with us, and for a moment, then drawing me go with our little pittance to another nearer to him, he whispered again. country. I shall not remain in “No human being knows of that England.”
paper, excepting yourself and me.” "Not remain in England !" I ex- I returned his gaze. I did not claimed. “Hubert, do not say so. understand him. Do not leave our own country. “No one has any idea of the exWait until we have seen my aunt." istence of this dai ghter of Lionel's.
Why should she not remain in the ever yield ? Why did I not cling oblivion to which her own father to him until I had extorted his proconsigned her ?"
mise? Why did I not paint to him, “But, Hubert, when she knows in words to which he must have her position she will never consent listened, the life to which he was to that." I felt amazed at such a condemning us both? the undying suggestion.
remorse--the ceaseless agony of the My husband looked away for a years before us? He had said that moment. He seemed disconcerted. it should be a dream. Why did I As the lightning flashes across the not tell him how that hideous dream skies, his meaning flashed across my would haunt us, and surround our mind when I saw him avert his steps with spectres from the past ? glance from mine. His next words He had said that we must forget it. were unnecessary, but he spoke Why did I not tell him that there is them.
no forgetfulness for the sinner---there “Why should not that paper be is no Lethe for a guilt-stained condestroyed, Ellinor ?”.
science? Why did I not force him I did not answer him. I could to follow me to that little chamber not, I know that I withdrew from hung with black, and make him his encircling arm, and I remember meet those flashing eyes — that that I looked at him with more of threatening, indignant glance? I wonder in my mind than any other could read that glance now. It desensation.
manded tardy justice for her child. * Think of our child, Ellinor," he When he spoke of our little innocent said pleadingly. “Let us regard all child, why did I not, with the might this as a dream. One little week of a mother's love, tell him that the ago we knew nothing of it. Let us sins of the parents would be visited destroy the paper and forget it." on the child? When he threatened
I am not going to repeat here all me with the loss of his own lovethat followed these words. Were I with the misery of seeing him a to repeat my entreaties, my expostu- wretched, disappointed man, why lations, it would seem as if I refused did I not cast myself on his breast, now to bear my duc share of the and tell him that mine should be the guilt. It would seem as if I wished blessed task to comfort him in his to cast all the sin on my husband's sorrow, and that, strong in my holy head. And I do not. What matters love, I felt that I should not fail ? it that I threw myself at his feet, and “Why did I yield whilst voice implored him to cast the black temp- was left to me? I cannot look longer tation from him ? What matters it on that dreadful night. I remember that, in frantic words, I told him his taking that paper in his hand. I that we should give an inheritance remember the strange expression of of sin and shame to our unconscious his countenance as he held it one child ? What matters it that I clung moment irresolute. I remember my to him in agony as deterinination own last entreaty. I remember my darkened on his brow, and told him anguish. I remember that I knelt that the very thought of such guilt before him in mute agony. was clouding his features even then “ The paper was destroyed-and with the shadow of coming remorse ? the darkness of night fell on my soul What matters all that now? My as I left the library that night, and words must have been weak. My traversed the galleries of my future purpose must have been feeble, or I home-of my boy's inheritancemust have prevailed. Why did I Earlscourt.
CHAPTER XVI. THERE were six months of strict conversation, which was worse ; and mourning at Earlscourt after Sir when the clock struck eleven I would Lionel's death,
hasten to my chamber, thankful that During these six months, slowly the day was gone, and weep over my but surely the tie which had hitherto changed existence.. My happy days bound Hubert and myself together seemed already far away in the past. was severed. I do not mean that They were bitter tears that bathed my love for him was extinguished. my pillow during that winter. It lived through sorrows and strug- Once only was the subject of our gles for long years afterwards; but crime spoken of between us. It was one by one the pursuits, the tastes, the first and the last time that I the habits which we had hitherto ventured to approach it. shared, were cast aside tacitly, and Lionel had been ill. Some childa great gulf seemed to open between ish ailment had assumed a serious us. My husband's very nature form ; and during several days and seemed to be changed. He shunned nights we watched by his little cot, my society-he was never unkind, scarce thinking that he could recover. but I felt that he avoided me. Hubert's love for his boy in those
Could I wonder at it? No longer days was idolatry. I cannot attempt could we look fearlessly into each to describe his suffering during these other's heart and eyes--never again days of anxiety. I could speak no might we beguile the hours by im- comfort to him, for without that parting to each other visions of long child what must my miserable life years of happiness in store for us. be? If he died, my future would Guilt and shame filled our hearts, not bear contemplation. and crushed down the trusting love I think that we both clung to his which had hitherto reigned there, innocence as a refuge from our guilt. and it seemed at that time as if we I have read of a guilty woman whose both felt that our burden was less terror and remorse were wont to rise intolerable when we were apart. to agony during a thunderstorm; and When we were together I felt that as the storm increased she would the unnatural silence between us was clasp an innocent child in her arms, oppressive.
and find a fancied security in that It was a very dreary winter. Some- embrace. times in our child's presence a gleam Our child was spared ; and when of sunshine might enter our home; the danger was over, and Hubert but it was transient, and the gloom had led me to my own room to seek which succeeded it seemed deeper the repose which I so greatly needed, than before.
and ere he left me, stooped to kiss For many weeks together incessant me with something of the tenderness snowstorms prevailed, and I could of past days, I threw my arms round seldom leave the house. No weather him, and made one effort to struggle retained Hubert by my side. It was out of our misery. his custom that winter to remain “Hubert, let us leave Earlscourt. alone in the library during the morn- Let us give it up to the rightful ing, and then to go out either on owner." borseback or on foot, and remain His softened countenance darkenfor many hours. He would return ed, and with a vehemence which to a late dinner, worn out and silent. terrified me, and words.which I never The short evening would pass either agaiu dared to brave, he forbade me in silence, or in forced efforts at ever again to touch on that subject,