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  sharpeneditmyself;ithasanedgelikeaskean。’

  Heplacedinmyhandthesteelheadofahalberd。Graspingitfirmly,Ifoundthatitmadebynomeansabadweaponinpointofconvenience;foritfeltinthehandlikeaheavydagger,theportionwhichformedthebladeorpointbeingcrossednearlyatthelowerextremitybyasmallbarofmetal,atonesideshapedintotheformofanaxe,andattheotherintothatofahook。Thesetwotransverseappendagesbeingmuffledbythefoldsofmycravat,whichIremovedforthepurpose,formedaperfectguardorhilt,andthelowerextremityformedlikeatube,inwhichthepike-handlehadbeeninserted,affordedamplespaceforthegraspofmyhand;thepointhadbeenmadeassharpasaneedle,andthemetalheassuredmewasgood。

  Thusequippedheleftme,havingobserved,’Thecaptainsentmetobringyoutoyoursenses,andgiveyousomewaterthathemightfindyouproperforhisvisit。Hereisthepitcher;IthinkIhaverevivedyousufficientlyforthecaptain’spurpose。’

  Withalowsavagelaughheleftmetomyreflections。

  Havingexaminedandadjustedtheweapon,Icarefullyboundtheendsofthecravat,withwhichIhadsecuredthecrosspartofthespear-head,firmlyroundmywrist,sothatincaseofastruggleitmightnoteasilybeforcedfrommyhand;andhavingmadetheseprecautionarydispositions,Isatdownuponthegroundwithmybackagainstthewall,andmyhandstogetherundermycoat,awaitingmyvisitor。

  Thetimeworeslowlyon;theduskbecamedimmeranddimmer,untilitnearlyborderedontotaldarkness。

  ’How’sthis?’saidI,inwardly;

  ’CaptainOliver,yousaidIshouldnotseethemoonriseto-night。Methinksyouaresomewhattardyinfulfillingyourprophecy。’

  AsImadethisreflection,anoiseattheouterdoorannouncedtheentranceofavisitant。Iknewthatthedecisivemomentwascome,andlettingmyheadsinkuponmybreast,andassuringmyselfthatmyhandswereconcealed,Iwaited,intheat-

  titudeofdeepdejection,theapproachofmyfoeandbetrayer。

  AsIhadexpected,CaptainOliverenteredtheroomwhereIlay。Hewasequippedforinstantduty,asfarastheimperfecttwilightwouldallowmetosee;

  thelongswordclankeduponthefloorashemadehiswaythroughthelobbieswhichledtomyplaceofconfinement;hisamplemilitarycloakhunguponhisarm;hiscockedhatwasuponhishead,andinallpointshewaspreparedfortheroad。

  Thistalliedexactlywithwhatmystrangeinformanthadtoldme。

  Ifeltmyheartswellandmybreathcomethickastheawfulmomentwhichwastowitnessthedeath-struggleofoneorotherofusapproached。

  CaptainOliverstoodwithinayardortwooftheplacewhereIsat,orratherlay;

  andfoldinghisarms,heremainedsilentforaminuteortwo,asifarranginginhismindhowheshouldaddressme。

  ’HardressFitzgerald,’hebeganatlength,’areyouawake?Standup,ifyoudesiretohearofmattersnearlytouchingyourlifeordeath。Getup,Isay。’

  Iarosedoggedly,andaffectingtheawkwardmovementsofonewhosehandswerebound,’Well,’saidI,’whatwouldyouofme?

  IsitnotenoughthatIamthusimprisonedwithoutacause,andabout,asIsuspect,tosufferamostunjustandviolentsentence,butmustIalsobedisturbedduringthefewmomentsleftmeforreflectionandrepentancebythepresenceofmypersecutor?

  Whatdoyouwantofme?’

  ’Astoyourpunishment,sir,’saidhe,’yourowndesertshavenodoubtsug-

  gestedthelikelihoodofittoyourmind;

  butInowamwithyoutoletyouknowthatwhatevermitigationofyoursentenceyoumaylookfor,mustbeearnedbyyourcompliancewithmyorders。Youmustfranklyandfullyexplainthecontentsofthepacketwhichyouendeavouredthisdaytodestroy;andfurther,youmusttellallthatyouknowofthedesignsofthepopishrebels。’

  ’AndifIdothisIamtoexpectamitigationofmypunishment——isitnotso?’

  Oliverbowed。

  ’AndwhatISthismitigationtobe?

  Onthehonourofasoldier,whatisittobe?’inquiredI。

  ’Whenyouhavemadethedisclosurerequired,’hereplied,’youshallhear。’Tisthentimetotalkofindulgences。’

  ’Methinksitwouldthenbetoolate,’

  answeredI。’Butachanceisachance,andadrowningmanwillcatchatastraw。

  Youareanhonourableman,CaptainOliver。

  Imustdepend,Isuppose,onyourgoodfaith。Well,sir,beforeImakethedesiredcommunicationIhaveonequestionmoretoput。WhatistobefallmeincasethatI,rememberingthehonourofasoldierandagentleman,rejectyourinfamousterms,scornyourmitigations,anddefyyourutmostpower?’

  ’Inthatcase,’repliedhe,coolly,’beforehalfanhouryoushallbeacorpse。’

  ’ThenGodhavemercyonyoursoul!’

  saidI;andspringingforward,IdashedtheweaponwhichIheldathisthroat。

  Imissedmyaim,butstruckhimfullinthemouthwithsuchforcethatmostofhisfrontteethweredislodged,andthepointofthespear-headpassedoutunderhisjaw,attheear。

  Myonsetwassosuddenandunexpectedthathereeledbacktothewall,anddidnotrecoverhisequilibriumintimetopreventmydealingasecondblow,whichI

  didwithmywholeforce。Thepointunfortunatelystruckthecuirass,neartheneck,andglancingasideitinflictedbutafleshwound,tearingtheskinandtendonsalongthethroat。

  Henowgrappledwithme,strangetosay,withoututteringanycryofalarm;

  beingaverypowerfulman,andifanythingratherheavierandmorestronglybuiltthanI,hesucceededindrawingmewithhimtotheground。Wefelltogetherwithaheavycrash,tuggingandstraininginwhatwewerebothconsciouswasamortalstruggle。AtlengthIsucceededingettingoverhim,andstruckhimtwicemoreintheface;stillhestruggledwithanenergywhichnothingbutthetremendousstakeatissuecouldhavesustained。

  Isucceededagainininflictingseveralmorewoundsuponhim,anyoneofwhichmighthavebeenmortal。Whilethuscontendingheclutchedhishandsaboutmythroat,sofirmlythatIfeltthebloodswellingtheveinsofmytemplesandfacealmosttobursting。AgainandagainI

  strucktheweapondeepintohisfaceandthroat,butlifeseemedtoadhereinhimwithanalmostINSECTtenacity。

  Mysightnownearlyfailed,mysensesalmostforsookme;Ifeltuponthepointofsuffocationwhen,withonedesperateeffort,Istruckhimanotherandalastblowintheface。TheweaponwhichIwieldedhadlightedupontheeye,andthepointpenetratedthebrain;thebodyquiveredunderme,thedeadlygrasprelaxed,andOliverlayuponthegroundacorpse!

  AsIaroseandshooktheweaponandthebloodyclothfrommyhand,themoonwhichhehadforetoldIshouldneverseerise,shonebrightandbroadintotheroom,anddisclosed,withghastlydistinctness,themangledfeaturesofthedeadsoldier;

  themouth,fullofclottingbloodandbrokenteeth,layopen;theeye,closebywhoselidthefatalwoundhadbeeninflicted,wasnot,asmighthavebeenexpected,bathedinblood,buthadstartedforthnearlyfromthesocket,andgavetotheface,byitsfearfulunlikenesstotheotherglazingorb,aleermorehideousandunearthlythanfancyeversaw。Thewig,withallitsrichcurls,hadfallenwiththehattothefloor,leavingtheshornheadexposed,andinmanyplacesmarkedbytherecentstruggle;therichlacecravatwasdrenchedinblood,andthegayuniforminmanyplacessoiledwiththesame。

  Itishardtosay,withwhatfeelingsI

  lookedupontheunsightlyandrevoltingmasswhichhadsolatelybeenalivingandacomelyman。Ihadnotanytime,however,tospareforreflection;thedeedwasdone——theresponsibilitywasuponme,andallwasregisteredinthebookofthatGodwhojudgesrightly。

  WitheagerhasteIremovedfromthebodysuchofthemilitaryaccoutrementsaswerenecessaryforthepurposeofmydisguise。Ibuckledonthesword,drewoffthemilitaryboots,anddonnedthemmyself,placedthebrigadierwigandcockedhatuponmyhead,threwonthecloak,drewitupaboutmyface,andproceeded,withthepaperswhichIfoundasthesoldierhadforetoldme,andthekeyoftheouterlobby,tothedooroftheguard-room;thisIopened,andwithafirmandrapidtreadwalkedthroughtheofficers,whoroseasIentered,andpassedwithoutquestionorinterruptiontothestreet-door。HereIwasmetbythegrim-

  lookingcorporal,Hewson,who,salutingme,said:

  ’Howsoon,captain,shallthefilebedrawnoutandtheprisonerdespatched?’

  ’Inhalfanhour,’Ireplied,withoutraisingmyvoice。

  Themanagainsaluted,andintwostepsIreachedthesoldierwhoheldthetwohorses,ashehadintimated。

  ’Isallright?’saidhe,eagerly。

  ’Ay,’saidI,’whichhorseamItomount?’

  Hesatisfiedmeuponthispoint,andI

  threwmyselfintothesaddle;thesoldiermountedhishorse,anddashingthespursintotheflanksoftheanimalwhichI

  bestrode,wethunderedalongthenarrowbridge。Atthefarextremityasentinel,asweapproached,calledout,’Whogoesthere?

  stand,andgivetheword!’Heedlessoftheinterruption,withmyheartboundingwithexcitement,Idashedon,asdidalsothesoldierwhoaccompaniedme。

  ’Stand,orIfire!givetheword!’criedthesentry。

  ’Godsavetheking,andtohellwiththeprince!’shoutedI,flingingthecockedhatinhisfaceasIgallopedby。

  Theresponsewasthesharpreportofacarbine,accompaniedbythewhizofabullet,whichpasseddirectlybetweenmeandmycomrade,nowridingbesideme。

  ’Hurrah!’Ishouted;’tryitagain,myboy。’

  Andawaywewentatagallop,whichbidfairtodistanceanythinglikepursuit。

  Neverwasspurmoreneeded,however,forsoontheclatterofhorses’hoofs,infullspeed,crossingthebridge,camesharpandclearthroughthestillnessofthenight。

  Awaywewent,withourpursuersclosebehind;onemilewaspassed,anothernearlycompleted。Themoonnowshoneforth,and,turninginthesaddle,I

  lookedbackupontheroadwehadpassed。

  Onetrooperhadheadedtherest,andwaswithinahundredyardsofus。

  Isawthefellowthrowhimselffromhishorseupontheground。

  Iknewhisobject,andsaidtomycomrade:

  ’Loweryourbody——lieflatoverthesaddle;thefellowisgoingtofire。’

  Ihadhardlyspokenwhenthereportofacarbinestartledtheechoes,andtheball,strikingthehindlegofmycompanion’shorse,thepooranimalfellheadlongupontheroad,throwinghisriderhead-foremostoverthesaddle。

  Myfirstimpulsewastostopandsharewhateverfatemightawaitmycomrade;

  butmysecondandwiseronewastospuron,andsavemyselfandmydespatch。

  Irodeonatagallop,turningtoobservemycomrade’sfate。Isawhispursuer,havingremounted,riderapidlyuptohim,and,onreachingthespotwherethemanandhorselay,reininanddismount。

  Hewashardlyupontheground,whenmycompanionshothimdeadwithoneoftheholster-pistolswhichhehaddrawnfromthepipe;and,leapingnimblyoveraditchatthesideoftheroad,hewassoonlostamongtheditchesandthorn-

  busheswhichcoveredthatpartofthecountry。

  Anothermilebeingpassed,Ihadthesatisfactiontoperceivethatthepursuitwasgivenover,andinanhourmoreIcrossedThomondBridge,andsleptthatnightinthefortressofLimerick,havingdeliveredthepacket,theresultofwhosesafearrivalwasthedestructionofWilliam’sgreattrainofartillery,thenuponitswaytothebesiegers。

  Yearsafterthisadventure,ImetinFranceayoungofficer,whoIfoundhadservedinCaptainOliver’sregiment;andheexplainedwhatIhadneverbeforeunderstood——

  themotivesofthemanwhohadwroughtmydeliverance。Strangetosay,hewasthefoster-brotherofOliver,whomhethusdevotedtodeath,butinrevengeforthemostgrievouswrongwhichonemancaninflictuponanother!

  ’THEQUAREGANDER。’

  BeingaTwelfthExtractfromtheLegacyofthelateFrancisPurcell,P。P。ofDrumcoolagh。

  AsIrodeataslowwalk,onesoftautumnevening,fromtheoncenotedandnoticeabletownofEmly,nowasqualidvillage,towardsthenolessremarkabletownofTipperary,I

  fellintoameditativemood。

  Myeyewanderedoveragloriouslandscape;abroadseaofcorn-fields,thatmighthavegladdenedevenagoldenage,waswavingbeforeme;groupsoflittlecabins,withtheirpoplars,osiers,andlightmountainashes,clusteredshelteringlyaroundthem,werescatteredovertheplain;

  thethinbluesmokearosefloatingthroughtheirboughsinthestilleveningair。Andfarawaywithalltheirbroadlightsandshades,softenedwiththehazeofapproachingtwilight,stoodtheboldwildGalties。

  AsIgazedonthisscene,whoserichnesswasdeepenedbythemelancholyglowofthesettingsun,thetearsrosetomyeyes,andIsaid:

  ’Alas,mycountry!whatamournfulbeautyisthine。Dressedinlovelinessandlaughter,thereismortaldecayatthyheart:sorrow,sin,andshamehavemingledthycupofmisery。Strangerulershavebruisedthee,andlaughedtheetoscorn,andtheyhavemadeallthysweetnessbitter。Thyshamesandsinsaretheausterefruitsofthymiseries,andthymiserieshavebeenpouredoutupontheebyforeignhands。Alas,mystrickencountry!clothedwiththismostpity-movingsmile,withthismostunutterablymournfulloveliness,thousore-grieved,thoudesperately-beloved!

  Isthereforthee,mycountry,aresurrection?’

  IknownothowlongImighthavecontinuedtorhapsodizeinthisstrain,hadnotmywanderingthoughtsbeensuddenlyrecalledtomyownimmediateneighbourhoodbythemonotonousclatterofahorse’shoofsupontheroad,evidentlymoving,atthatpeculiarpacewhichisneitherawalknoratrot,andyetpartakesofboth,somuchinvogueamongthesouthernfarmers。

  Inamomentmypursuerwasupwithme,andcheckinghissteedintoawalkhesalutedmewithmuchrespect。Thecavalierwasalight-builtfellow,withgood-humouredsun-burntfeatures,ashrewdandlivelyblackeye,andaheadcoveredwithacropofclosecurlyblackhair,andsurmountedwithaturf-colouredcaubeen,inthepack-

  threadbandofwhichwasstuckashortpipe,whichhadevidentlyseenmuchservice。

  Mycompanionwasadealerinallkindsoflocallore,andsoontookoccasiontoletmeseethathewasso。

  Aftertwoorthreeshortstories,inwhichthescandalousandsupernaturalwerehappilyblended,wehappenedtoarriveatanarrowroadorbohreenleadingtoasnug-lookingfarm-house。

  ’That’sacomfortablebitivafarm,’

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