Suddenly and unexpectedly, the lake-dark, yet lustrous as highly polished marble-its wooded islet, and its precipitous crags crowded together over its brink, burst upon the view in gloomy grandeur. Few there are who do not pause involuntarily on this spot to give silent testimony, by a total abstraction from all but the scene before them, of the intensity of feeling excited by the opening glance of the chosen solitude of Finbar. The verdure of the islet floating upon the glassy surface of the waters, and the dense foliage of the grove of broad-leaved ash trees hanging over it, contrast finely with the bare and craggy ramparts of the opposite shores, where the rocks present some resemblance, in their arrangement, to those that overhang the Lake of Thun, as seen from the Castle of Spiez, in Switzerland. On reaching the islet by a narrow causeway, the rude remains of ecclesiastical buildings lie scattered around. The most remarkable of them are vaulted cells, like binns, on a large scale; their use has not been very clearly ascertained. Westward, upon the extreme left, is heard the enlivening roar of the Luvius or Lee, which rises from this lake, bearing with it an immense volume of water at its very source. On every side rise, or rather stand up, ridges of projecting rocks, inaccessible, on the south and west, to the foot even of a mountain goat, worn with continual torrents, and bearing scarcely a lichen on their sterile sides. An intervening crag hides from view the pass through which entrance had been gained. A sense of desolation-the feeling of a total severance from mankind-of utter abandonment, now forces itself on the imagination. Escape seems impossible; so that, as is quaintly observed by an old historian of Cork, "if a person was carried into it blindfold, it would seem almost impossible, without the wings of an eagle, to get out, the mountain making round it, as it were, a wall of rocks some hundred yards high." The same writer observes, that "This lake is environed by a stupendous amphitheatre of lofty hills, composed of perpendicular bleached rocks, in some places boldly overhanging the basin. In the crevices of the rocks grow yews and evergreens. In fair weather there are several rills, that quietly glide down, with a murmuring noise, into the lake; but, after heavy rains, the whole enclosure becomes a perfect chaos: the water, from the top of the mountain, tumbling all around in cataracts, with a roaring noise like thunder, which makes a most awful and majestic scene." The nursery tale of the Well of the World's End is recalled to the mind by a visit to this place as vividly as when its recital first amused our childish fancy. The lonely anchorite's last refuge from the vanities of busy life is attained. Standing within the circlet of waters, round whose verge solitude and gloom hold undisturbed dominion, he feels as if he had reached the utmost limits habitable by man-the extreme point of animal and vegetable existence. To the lonely angler we are most probably indebted for the revival of a knowledge of this grand and majestic recess, the object formerly of veneration to the admirer of austere sanctity, and now of admiration to the eye of taste. The Lee is one of the first salmon and trout streams in Ireland; and with moderate skill, may be fished successfully from Googane to the suburbs of Cork. In the lake, which is plentifully stocked, trout of several species are to be found. 21 "Bud, Ellen," said he, "you're forgettin' how you'll whin we part wid the poor baste, you won't have even miss the dhrop ov milk, an' the bit of fresh butther, fur thim to comfort you." EILEN DUNCAN. There are some griefs so deep and overwhelming, that even the best exertions of friendship and sympathy are unequal to the task of soothing or dispelling them. Such was the grief of Ellen Duncan, who was silently weeping in her "shure it's no matther, considherin' the bein' turned out "Indeed, an' iv I do miss them, Owen," she answered, lone cottage on the borders of Clare-a county at that time ov one's home into the world. Remember the ould sayin' in a frightful state of anarchy and confusion. Owen Duncan, ov, her husband, at the period about which our tale commences, darlint, jist do whatever you think is fur the best." "out of two evils always chuse the laste;" an' so, resided in the cabin where he was born and reared, and to which, as well as a few acres of land adjoining, he had | Owen should set out the next day but one for the town, After this conversation, it was agreed on by both that succeeded on the death of his father. They had not been to try and dispose of the "cow, the crathur;" and although long married, and never were husband and wife more at- poverty had begun to grind them a little, still they had tached. About this time outrages began to be perpetrated; enough to eat, and slept tranquilly. However, it so hapand soon increased fearfully in number. Still Owen and Ellen pened, that the very morning on which he had appointed to lived happily, and without fear, as they were too poor for the set out, marauders to dream of getting much booty by robbing; that had not been either asked or paid there for some time, "Black Bess" was seized for a long arrear of a tax and their religion being known to be "the ould religion and driven off, with many others belonging to his neighov all ov all," in a warfare that was exclusively one of bours, to be sold. Now you must know, good reader, that party, they were more protected than otherwise. Owen there is a feeling interwoven, as it were, in the Irish nature, never was particularly thrifty; and as his means were that will doggedly resist any thing that it conceives in the small, was generally embarrassed, or rather somewhat slightest or most remote degree oppressive or unjust; and pinched in circumstances. Notwithstanding this, how- that feeling then completely usurped all others in Owen's ever, he was as happy as a king; and according to his mind. He went amongst his friends, and they condoled unlettered neighbours' artless praise, "there wasn't a rea-with one another about their grievances; there was many a dier hand, nor an opener heart in the wide world-that's promise exchanged, that they would stand by each other iv he had id—bud he hadn't, an' more was the pity." His in their future resistance to what they considered an unentire possessions consisted of the ground we have men- lawful impost. When the rent-day came, by disposing of tioned, most part of which was so rocky as to be entirely his two pigs, and by borrowing a little, he was enabled to useless-a cow, a couple of pigs, and "the ould cabin," which consisted of four mud walls, covered with thatch, fear "ov bein' turned out on the world." the full amount, and thus protract for some time the in which was an opening, "to let in the day-light, an' to let out the smoke." In the interior there was no division, or-Daly," the procthor," was found murdered in the cen Some days after, the whole country was in a tumult separate apartment, as the one room contained their cooking materials, and all other necessaries, beside their bed, which was placed close to the fire, and, of course, nearly under the opening in the roof. spoke to Owen about the chances of rain coming down If any one to where they slept, his universal answer was, "Shure we're naither shugar nor salt, any how; an' a dhrop ov rain, or a thrifle ov wind, was niver known to do any body harm-barrin' it brought the typhus; bud God's good, an' ordhers all for the best." Owen had been brought up in this way, and so as he could live by his labour, he never thought of needless luxuries; and Ellen, seeing him contented, was so herself. For some months previous to the time of which we write, Owen's affairs had been gradually getting worse and worse; and it was with no pleasing anticipations that he looked forward to his approaching rent day. His uneasiness he studiously kept a secret from his wife, and worked away seemingly with as much cheerfulness as ever, hoping for better days, and trusting in Providence! However, when within a week of the time that he expected a call from the agent, he found that with all his industry he had been only able to muster five and twenty shillings, and his rent was above five pounds. So, after a good deal of painful deliberation, he thought of selling his single cow, thinking that by redoubled exertion he might after a while be enabled to repurchase her; forgetting, that before the cow was sold was really the time to make the exertion. A circumstance that greatly damped his ardour in this design was the idea of his wife's not acquiescing in it; and one evening, as they sat together by the light of the wood and turf fire, he thus opened his mind "Ellen, asthore, it's myself that's sorry I haven't a fine large cabin, an' a power o' money, to make you happier an' comfortabler than you are." "Owen," she interrupted, "don't you know I'm very happy? an' didn't I often tell you, that it was the will of Providence that we shud be poor? So it's sinful to be wishin' for riches." "Bud, Ellen a cushla, it's growin' worse wid us every day; an' I'm afeard the throuble is goin' to come on us. You know how hard the master's new agint is-how he Sould Paddy Murphy's cow, an' turned him out, bekase he couldn't pay his rint; an' I'm afeard I'll have to sell Black Bess,' to prevint his doin' the same wid us." "Well, Owen agra, we mustn't murmur for our disthresses; so do whatever you think right-times won't be always as they are now." pay tre of the high road; and there was no clue perceptible, by which the perpetrators of the crime could be discovered. The very day before, Owen had borrowed the gamepart of the country to shoot hares; and from this circumkeeper's gun, to go, as he said, to a wild, mountainous stance, and his not having returned the day after, a strong feeling of suspicion against him was in the minds of most. In fact, on the very evening that we have represented Ellen sitting in tears, the police had come to the cabin in search of him; and their report to the magistrate was, that he had absconded. His wife was in a miserable state of mind, and her whole soul was tortured with conflicting the gun, seemed to bespeak his guilt; and yet, when she emotions. Owen's long absence, as well as his borrowing recollected the gentleness of his manner, and his hitherto blameless life, she could not deem him so, no matter how circumstances seemed against him. But then, the harrowing idea that it might be, came in to blast these newly formed hopes, and her state of suspense was one of deep and acute misery. had consisted of two or three sods of turf heaped upon She was sitting, as we have said, alone; the fire, that the floor, had almost entirely gone out; the stools and bosses were tossed negligently here and there; and the appearance of the entire apartment was quite different from its usual neat and tidy trim. Her head was bent a little, and her hands were clasped tightly round her knees, while her body was swaying to and fro, as if the agitation of her mind would not allow of its repose. Her eyes were dry, but red from former weeping; and she was occasionally muttering, "No, he can't be guilty"-" Owen like expressions. Gradually, as she thus thought aloud, commit a murdher!-It must be an unthruth!" and such her motions became more rapid, and her cheeks were no door becoming suddenly shaded, she turned round, and longer dry, while the light that entered through the open raised her tearful eyes to question the intruder. She sprang eagerly forward, and hung on his neck, (for it was Owen himself,) while she joyfully exclaimed the lie to all their reports, an' to prove yer innocence." glad to get me back," and he kissed again and again her an' the poliss here sarchin' the house to make you pres'ner. Black Bess, was murdhered the very mornin' you wint to shoot the hares; an' on account ov yer borryin' the gun, an' threatenin' him the day ov the sale, they said it was you that done id: bud I gev thim all the lie, fur I knew you wor innocent. Now, Owen, a hagur, you look tired, sit down, an' I'll get you somethin' to ate. Och, bud I'm glad that yer returned safe!" The overjoyed wife soon heaped fresh turf on the fire, and partly blowing, partly fanning it into a flame, hung a large iron pot over it, from a hook firmly fixed in the wall. While these preparations were going forward, Owen laid aside his rough outside coat, and going to the door, looked out, as if in irresolution. "Eilen," at length said he, turning suddenly round, "I'm thinkin' that I'd betther go to the poliss barrack an' surrindher-or rather, see what they have to say agin me: as I'm an innocent man, I've no dhread; an' if I wait till they come an' take me, it'll look as iv I was afeard." "Thrue fur you, agra," she answered; "bud it's time enough yit a bit-no one knows ov yer bein' here. You look slaved, an' had betther rest yerself, an' ate a pratee or two. I have no milk ov my own to offer you now, but I'll go an' thry an' get a dhrop from a neighbour." When Ellen returned with a little wooden noggin full, her husband was sitting warming his hands over the fire; and it was then she recollected that he had not brought back the gun with him; besides, when she cast a glance at his clothes, they were soiled with mud and clay, and torn in many places. But these circumstances did not for a moment operate in her mind against him, for she knew from the very manner of his first question, and the innocence of his exclamation, that the accusations and suspicions were all false. Even though he had not attempted to explain the cause of his protracted absence, she felt conscious that it was not guilt, and forbore to ask any questions about it. It was he first opened the subject, as they sat together over their frugal meal. "Ellen," said he, "sence I saw you last, I wint through a dale ov hardship; an' I little thought, on my return, that I'd be accused ov so black a crime." "Och, shure enough, Owen darlint; but I hope it'ill be all fur the best. I little thought I'd see the day that you'd be suspected ov murdher." "Well, Ellen aroon, all's in it is, it can't be helped. Bud as I was sayin'-whin I left this, I cut acrass by She mus Doyle's, an' so up into the mountain, where I knew the hares were coorsin' about in plenty. I shot two or three ov thim; an' as night began to fall, I was thinkin' ov comin' home, whin I heerd the barkin' ov a dog a little farther up, in the wild part, where I niver venthured afore. I dunna what prompted me to folly id; bud, any how, I did, an' wint on farther an' farther. Well, Ellen agra, I at last come to a deep valley, full up a'most ov furze an' brambles, an' I seen a black thing runnin' down the edge ov id. It was so far off, I thought it was a hare, an' so I lets fly, an' it rowled over an' over. Whin I dhrew near, what was it bud a purty black spaniel; an' you may be shure I was sorry fur shootin' it, an' makin' such a mistake. I lays down the gun, an' takes id in my arms, an' the poor crathur licked the hand that shot id. Thin suddenly there comes up three sthrange min, an' sazin' me as if I wor a child, they carrid me down wid them, cursin' an' abusin' me all the way. As they made me take a solemn oath not to revale what I saw there, I can't tell you any more: bud they thrated me badly, an' it was only yestherday I escaped." "Well, Owen, a hagur, we ought to be thankful that you're back here safe; bud do you think the magisthrate will be satisfied with this story-they are always anxious to do justice, but they must be satisfied." "In throth, they are, machree: but shure I'll sware to id; an', besides, you know, the raal murdherer may be discovered-for God never lets it, ov all other crimes, go athout punishment. An' now I'll jist go to the barracks at onst, an' be out ov suspinse." Ere Duncan had concluded this sentence, the tramp of feet was heard outside, and in a few seconds the cabin was full of armed men, who came to take him prisoner. He had been seen entering his cabin; and they immediately, i. c. as soon as they could muster a party, set out to make him captive. As he was known to most of them, and did not make the slightest attempt at resistance, they treated him gently, but bound his hands firmly behind his back, and took every necessary precaution. Though Ellen, while it seemed at a distance, had conversed calmly about his surrender, she was violently agitated at the appearance of the armed force. She clung to her husband's knees, and refused to part from him, wildly screaming, "He's innocent! My husband's innocent!" and when all was prepared, she walked by his side to the magistrate's house, (a distance of three miles,) her choking sobs and burning tears attesting the violence of her uncontrolled feelings. A short examination was gone through there; and the circumstantial evidence that was adduced made the case look very serious. One man positively swore, that he had seen Duncan pass by in the morning, in the direction where the body was found, and that he was armed with a gun. Another, that in about an hour afterwards he had heard a shot, but supposed it was some person coursing, and that the report was just where the body was found, and where Owen had been seen procceding to. His only cow having been seized by Daly, a threat that he was heard uttering, and his absence from home, was duly commented on; and finally, he was committed to prison to abide his trial at the Ennis Assizes. While all this was going forward, Ellen's emotions were most agonizing. She stared wildly at the magistrate and the two witnesses; and as the evidence was proceeded with, she sometimes hastily put back her hair, as if she thought she were under the influence of a dream. But when his final committal was made out, and her mind glanced rapidly at the concurrent testimony, and the danger of Owen, she rushed forward, and flinging her arms round him, wildly exclaimed They sha'n't part us-they sha'n't tear us asunder! No, no, Owen, I will go wid you to preson! Oh, is id come to this wid us? You to be dhragged from home, accused ov murdher-and I-I-Father of marcies, keep me in my sinses-I'm goin' mad-wild, wild mad!" "Ellen!" said Owen, gently unwinding her arms, and kissing her forehead, while a scalding tear fell from his eye on her cheek-" Ellen, asthore machree! don't be overcome. There's a good girl, dhry yer eyes. That God that knows I'm guiltless, 'ill bring me safe through all. May his blessin' be on you, my poor colleen, till we meet agin! You know you can come an' see me. Heaven purtect you, Ellen, a lanna !-Heaven purtect you!" When he was finally removed, she seemed to lose all power, and but for the arm of a bystander would have fallen to the ground. It was not without assistance that she was at length enabled to reach her cabin. It is strange how man's feelings and powers are swayed by outward circumstances, and how his pride and strength may be entirely overcome by disheartening appearances! So it was with Owen: although constantly visited in prison by his faithful wife-although conscious of his own innocence-and although daily receiving assurances of hope from a numerous circle of friends-yet still his spirit drooped; the gloom of imprisonment, the idea of danger, the ignominy of public execution, and all the horrors of innocent conviction, gradually wore away his mental strength; and when the assize time approached, he was but a thin shadow of the former bluff, healthy Owen Duncan. In so short a time as this, can care and harrowing thought exhibit its influence on the human frame! Never was there a finer or more heavenly morning than that which ushered in the day of trial. The court-house was crowded to suffocation, the mob outside fearfully numerous, and never before, perhaps, was Ennis in such a state of feverish excitement. Daly's murder was as nought in the minds of all, in comparison with Duncan's accusation Alas! the former was an occurrence of too frequent repe tition, to be very much thought of; but the latter-namely, Owen's being suspected-was a subject of the extremest wonder. His former high character-his sobriety-his quietness, and his being a native of the town, in some measure accounted for this latter feeling; and there was an inward conviction in most men's minds, that he was guiltless of the crime for which he was accused. Although the court-house was crowded, yet when the prisoner was called to the bar, a pin could be heard to drop in any part of Eller about the place. There was a single female figure leaning on the arm of an aged and silver-haired, though hale and healthy countryman, within a few feet of the dock; and as the prisoner advanced, and laying his hand on the iron railing, confronted the judges and the court, she "slowly raised the hood of the cloak, in which she was completely muffled, and gazed long and earnestly on his face. There was in that wistful look, a fear-a hope-an undying tenderness; and when his eye met hers, there was a proud, yet soft and warm expression in its glance, that re-assured her sinking heart. As she looked round on the court, and the many strange faces, and all the striking paraphernalia of justice, a slight shudder crept silently over her frame, and she clung closer to her companion, as if to ask for all the protection he could afford. It was Ellen and her father, who came, the former summoned as a witness, and the latter to accompany and support the daughter of his aged heart. "The wild boys in the mountain kep' it, my Lord, an' so he couldn't bring id home wid him. But indeed, my Lord, indeed he's innocent-I'll swear he never done id! Fur, oh! iv you knew the tindherness ov his heart—he that niver hurt a fly! Don't be hard on him, for the love ov marcy, an' I'll pray for you night an' day." This was the last question she was asked; and having left the table, and regained her former position by her father's side, she listened with moveless, motionless intensity to the judge's "charge." He recapitulated the evidence-dwelt on the strong circumstances that seemed to bespeak his guilt-spoke of the mournful increase of crime-of laws, and life, and property being at stakeand finally closed his address with a sentence expressive of the extreme improbability of the prisoner's defence; for he, on being asked if he had any thing further to say, replied in the negative, only asserting, in the most solemn manner, his innocence of the charge. Duncan was arraigned: and on being asked the usual The jury retired, and Ellen's hard, short breathings, question of "guilty, or not guilty ?" he answered in a alone told that she existed. Her head was thrown back, clear, calm voice, "Not guilty, my Lord!" and the trial her lips apart, and slightly quivering, and her eyes fixedly proceeded. The same evidence that was given at the ma- gazing on the empty box, with an anxious and wild stare gistrate's house was a second time repeated; and, evi- of hope and suspense. Owen's face was very pale, and dently, its train of circumstances made a deep impression his lips livid-there was the slightest perceptible emotion on the court. While the first part of the examination about the muscles of his mouth, but his eye quailed not, was going forward, Ellen remained as motionless as a sta- and his broad brow had the impress of an unquenched tue, scarcely daring to move or breathe; but when the spirit as firmly fixed as ever on its marble front. A quardepositions went more and more against Owen, her respi-ter of an hour elapsed, and still the same agonising susrations became quick, short, and gaspish; and when the pense-another, and the jury returned not-five minutes, crier desired her to get up on the table, it was with diffi- and they re-entered. Ellen's heart beat as if it would culty that she obeyed him. When seated, she gazed burst her bosom; and Owen's pale cheek became a little timidly round on the crowd of counsellors and the judges, more flushed, and his eye full of anxiety. The foreman as though to bespeak their sympathy; but then, not in a measured, feelingless tone pronounced the word meeting a single glance from which to glean even the sha-"Guilty!" and a thrill of horror passed through the endow of hope, she covered her face with her hands. A tire court, while that sickness which agonises the very moment or two elapsed, and she grew more assured, and depths of the soul convulsed Owen's face with a momenthe counsel for the Crown proceeded with the examination. tary spasm, and he faltered, "God's will be done." The "Ellen Duncan, is not that your name ?" was the first judge slowly drew on the black cap, and still Ellen moved question. not-it seemed as if the very blood within her veins was frozen, and that her life's pulses no more could execute their functions! No man, however brave or hardened, can view the near approach of certain death, and be unmoved; and as that old man, in tremulous tones, uttered the dread fiat of his fate, Owen's eyes seemed actually to sink within his head-the veins of his brow swelled and grew black, and his hands grasped the iron rail that surrounded the dock, as though he would force his fingers through it. When all was over, and the fearful cap drawn off, Ellen seemed only then to awake to consciousness. Her eyes slowly opened to their fullest extent-their expression of despair was absolutely frightful-a low, gurgling, half-choking sob forced itself from between her lips, and ere a hand could be outstretched to save her, she fell, as if quickly dashed to the ground by no mortal powerher piercing shriek of agony ringing through the courthouse, with a fearful, prolonged cadence. "It is, Sir," she shrinkingly answered, without raising her eyes. "Do you know the prisoner at the bar ?" "Do I know the pres'ner at the bar ?" she reiterated; "do I know Owen Duncan? Shure, isn't he my own husband ?" "Do you recollect the night of the twenty-first of Sep tember ?" "I do, Sir." "Can you swear to whether your husband was at home on that night or not?" Her voice faltered a little as she answered in the negative; and on the presiding judge repeating the question, with the addition of, "Did he return at all next day ?" it seemed as if she first thought that her answers might criminate him still farther, and clasping her hands convulsively together, and raising her face to the bench, while the scalding tears chased each other down her sunken cheek, she passionately exclaimed "Oh, for the love of heaven, don't ask me any thing that 'ill be worse for him! Don't, counsellor jewel, don't!don't ask me to sware any thing that 'ill do him harm; for I can't know what I'm sayin' now, as the heart within me is growin' wake." After a few cheering expressions from the bench, who evidently were much moved by her simply energetic language and action, she was asked whether she could tell the Court where her husband spent that and the following nights; and with all the eagerness that an instantaneously formed idea of serving him could give, she answered "Oh, yis! yis! my Lord, I can. He was in the mountains shootin' wid Phil Doran's gun, an' he was sazed by some men, that made him stop wid thim, an' take an oath not to revale who they wor, an' they thrated him badly; so afther three days he made his escape, an' come home to the cabin, whin he was taken by the poliss." "One word more, an' you may go down-What was done with that gun?" The judge's hard and unmoved tone of voice seemed to bring misgiving to her mind, and she trembled from head to foot as she falteringly answered Evening approached, and the busy crowd of idlers had passed away, some to brood over what they had seen, and others to forget, in the bustle of life, that there were woes and miseries in the hearts of their fellow-beings. Owen was remanded to prison, as his execution was not to take place till the commission was over, thus giving him more than a week to prepare for that final doom. The light that struggled through the bars of his cell rested fully on the stooping figure of his wife, as she bent over the rude bed on which he lay; and her hot tears fell fast down her cheeks, as she thought how soon they were doomed to part for ever. Hope was not, however, entirely dead within her, for the jury had strongly recommended him to mercy; and ignorant as she was of forms and ceremonies-helpless as lone woman in misfortune always is-she had determined on going to Dublin, to kneel at the feet of the Lord Lieutenant-then the proud and whimsical Duke of and there to solicit his pardon. Having hesitated for some time as to the manner in which she should break it to him, and ask his advice, she thus began "Owen, dear Owen! do you know what I've been thinkin' ov, an' where I've been thinkin' ov goin' ?" There was no answer returned for some time, and on en looking at him more carnestly, she was astonished to find | lights, the lustre of the jewels, and the graceful waving of that he had sank into a profound slumber. "Guilt," the many-coloured plumes, gave every thing a courtly, thought she, "is not there!" and her resolution was taken sumptuous appearance, and the air was heavy with odours, instantly-she would not wake him-she would not let the fragrant offering of many a costly exotic. Suddenly him know her purpose-and if she succeeded, her eyes every eye was turned on the door with wonder and astoflashed through her tears at the anticipation of his raptur- nishment, and every voice was hushed as Lady ous surprise. Stooping lower, she gently pressed her lips tered, her cheeks blushing from excitement, and her eye to his; and kneeling beside his bed, poured forth a short bright with anticipated triumph. She led the poor and but fervent prayer to Him in whom alone we can put our humbly clad Ellen by the hand who dared not look up, trust "In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, but with her gaze rivetted on the splendid carpet, was and the breath of all mankind"-" Who preserveth not brought like an automaton to the feet of the Duke, where the life of the wicked, but giveth right to the poor." she mechanically knelt down. There was something exceedingly and touchingly beautiful in the attitude of that young wife-her hands clasped, her lips moving with her prayer, like rose-leaves with the evening breeze, and her upturned face, with its holy and deep religious expression. Having concluded her fervent petition, she noiselessly arose, and giving her sleeping husband one long and lingering look of affection, that death could not estrange, she silently glided from the cell. "Will yer Excillincy be plazed," began Lady playfully mimicking the brogue, "to hear this poor crathur's complaint. Her husband has been condimned to die for a murdher he didn't commit by no manner ov manes, as the sayin' is; an' as there was a strong recommindation to marcy, if you'll grant him a reprieve, you'll have all our prayers, and (in an under tone) your Excillincy knows you want thim ?" The Duke seemed a little bewildered, as if he could not make out what it meant, and the glittering crowd now all surrounded the group; when Ellen, who had ventured to look timidly up, conceiving that the Duke hesitated about the pardon, (poor creature! she little knew that he had not even heard of Owen's trial,) eagerly grasped the drapery of his chair, and while the big tears rolled from beneath her eyelids, exclaimed On the third night from the events which we have narrated, a poor woman was observed wending her toilsome way through the streets of the metropolis. Her appearance bespoke fatigue and long travel; and as she neared the Upper Castle gate, she had to lean against the railing for support. The lamps were lighted, carriages rolling to and fro, and all the buzz of life was ringing in her ears; but, oh! from the expression of pain and suffering in her face, and the shrinking with which she surveyed the senti- "Oh! may the great and just Providence, that sees the nels pacing up and down, it was evident that her mind workin' ov all our hearts, pour a blessin' on yer Lordship's but little accorded with the scenes by which she was sur-head-may his holy grace be wid you for iver an' iver, an' rounded. She slowly and fearfully entered the wide court- do listen to my prayers! My husband is innocent-an' yard-a flood of light was streaming from the windows of oh! as you hope for marcy at the last day, be marciful the vice-regal dwelling, and a crowd of idlers stood round now to him." about, viewing the entrance of the visitors, for it appeared as if there were a revel of some kind going on. Ellen's heart sank within her, as she heard the carriages rolling and dashing across the pavement, for she felt that amid the bustle of company and splendour her poor appeal might be entirely unnoticed. As she waited, she saw several of the persons assembled thrust rudely back by the soldiers that were on guard, and when she advanced a step or two for the purpose of entering, a brute in human shape pushed her with a blow of the end of his musket back against the pillar. He was about to repeat his vio. lence, when the poor creature fell on her knees before him, and screamed "Sojer darlin', don't stop me! I'm only goin' in to plade fur my husband's life, an' shure you wont prevint me? I've thravelled many a wairy mile to get here in time; an', oh! fur marcy's sake let me pass." 66 Lady ," said the Duke, "what is the meaning of all this-will you explain ?" "Your Excellency, answered she, in the natural sweet pathos of her tones, "it is a poor man who has been condemned to die on circumstantial evidence. He has been strongly recommended to mercy, and this weeping female is his wife. I found her outside praying for admission, and have brought her hither. She has travelled mostly on foot upwards of ninety miles to ask a pardon; and I trust you will not refuse a reprieve, till your Grace has time to inquire into the circumstance. This is the head and front of my offending.' "May heaven bless yer Ladyship," burst from the depths of Ellen's grateful heart, "fur befrindin' thim that had no support but his gracious marcy.” Lady's suit was eagerly seconded by many a fair creature, who thronged around; and the Duke smiled, as he answered, "Well, well! one could not refuse so many fair beseechers, so we will order him to be reprieved. And there now, let the poor woman be removed." Ellen's heart was light, and her eye was glad, and her very inmost soul was thankful to the Omnipotent, as she that night rested for a few hours, ere she set out on her return; and Lady —, as she pressed her costly pillow, felt a fuller sense of happiness in being useful to her fellow-creature than ever she experienced before. Oh! that all the wealthy and in power were incited by similar feelings. At this moment the carriage of the eccentric and beautiful Lady, one of the wildest, strangest, and best hearted females of the Irish Court, set down its lovely burden. She had seen the whole transaction of the sentinel, and heard Ellen's pathetic appeal, and her heart was instantly moved in her favour, for the example of fashion had not yet frozen up its finer feelings. Partly through the workings of a softened heart, and partly to make what was then all the rage, a scene or sensation, she resolved instantly to get her admitted to the presence of the Duke -nay, to present her herself. She was well known to be a favourite, and whatever whim of hers took place, no matter how extravagant, was sure to meet his hearty con- The remainder of our simple tale is soon told. The currence. She desired Ellen to rise and follow her; and reprieve arrived-the sentence was changed to banishment the poor creature's eyes streamed with tears as she in-and the very day appointed for Owen's death was that voked a fervent blessing on the head of her lovely pro- of his wife's successful return. One week previous to the tectress. While passing up the grand staircase, amid the embarkation of those sentenced to transportation, a man wondering gaze and suppressed titter of many a pampered was to be executed for sheep-stealing. On the drop he menial, she instructed her how to proceed; and having confessed his guilt, and that he, and not Duncan, was the received a hasty account of all, and desired her not to be murderer of Daly. Owen was immediately released, and faint-hearted, she turned to the simpering master of the subscription raised for him, with which, as well as with ceremonies to tell him of her "dear delightful freak :" a weighty purse presented to Ellen by Lady - he took there was a glad smile on her lip, and a glowing crimson a comfortable farm, and rebought "Black Bess." on her cheek, but still there was a glistening moisture in DENIS O'DONOнO. her fine eyes, that told of soft and womanish feelings. The Duke was sitting on a chair of crimson velvet; a cushion of the same costly material supported his feet; and he was looking with an appearance of apathy and ennui on the splendid group around him, The glitter of the a |