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faw further into the cafe than John did, lent their hands to the work, and assisted in dragging Blachford out of the brook, who during the whole operation observed a perfect filence, which we are far from imputing to any sullenness on the part of that gentleman, he being at that time from hoine upon a temporary trip to the regions of insensibility. : One of the company had been dispatched for a candle and lantern, and by the light of this the body of Justice Blachford, stretched upon the ground and motionless, exhibited a most ghastly spectacle; his temple streaming with blood, his eyes fixed, and no symptom of life appearing. Upon the sight of this, Larry O'Rourke set up a moft dolorous howl in the true Connaught key and cadence, crying out.—“ Ullaloo! Master, why wou'd you die? Had'nt you horses and cows and cattle in abundance, with plenty of strong drink in your vaults, and store of money in your lockers, and why wou'd you leave poor Larry to lament and cry over you at such a rate, when you might have been easy and quiet at home, and no harm done? Ah! was'nt it a foul step of your's to thrust your head in the
way of my cudgel, when you-knew well enough, aye and wou'd witness it too, if the grace of God was’nt just now out of your memory, that if every one had his own, that big knock on the head you have got is another man's property, only he chanc'd to be out of the way when I gave it to himn.”'
“ Seize the murderer,” cried one of the troop, upon which John Jenkins and the rest laid hold of him.--" What is it you are upon, ye pagans,” exclaimed Larry, “ to be seizing me? Let the dead man speak for himself, and mark if he don't tell you another story about the matter, whereby it was no murder, only a small mistake, and if that's a hanging matter, woe betide my countrymen! Ask him now, ye sparrow-hawks, if it was'nt at his own desire that I kill'd him, and how shou'd I know one man from another in the dark, when I cou'd fee neither?”
Somebody now cried out to hold him fast, for it was confessedly a plot between master and man to have assassinated Henry." To be sure it was,” said O'Rourke ; “ Do you think I'm such a graceless teif as to kill my own master ? Huh! you are a cunning one, are you not, to find out that ?" .
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Three or four of them now began to hale the Irishman away with them, whilft others fetched a blanket from the alehouse, on which they laid the body of Blachford, and in this manner carried him to his own house.
END OF BOOK THE FOURTH,
BOOK THE FIFTH,
CHAPTER. I. A short Treatise upon Love, antient and modern. TOVE, as a deity, was invested, by those
who made him such, with the most con. tradictory attributes: they feigned him blind, yet called him an unerring marksman; gave : him wings, yet allowed that constancy was his best qualification; described him as an infant, yet were not to learn that infancy alone is exempted from his power. · These are contrarieties, which none but the initiated cán reconcile. They justify his blindness, when hurried on by the impetuosity of passion they espy no danger in the precipice before them; they acknowledge he is swift of wing; when the minutes they devote to his en. joyments Aly so quickly, and they cannot but regard him as an infant, when one short honey moon begins and terminates his date of life.
A thousand ingenious devices have been formed to suit the various properties of this fa
bulous divinity, and every fymbol has it's moral;
he has been allegorized and enigmatized in in-- numerable ways; the pen, the pencil and the
chiffel have been worn out in his service; floods of ink, looms of canvass, and quarries of marble, have been exhausted in the boundless field of figurative description. The lover, who finds out so many ways of torturing himself, cannot fail to strike out symbols and devices to express the passion under which he suffers; then the verse flows mournfully elegiac, and the bleed. ing heart, transfixed with an arrow, is emblematically displayed; thus, whilst the poet varies his measure, the painter and the sculptor vary their devices, as joy or sorrow, success or. disappointment, influence their fancy. One man's Cupid is set astride upon a lion, to exemplify his power; another places his upon a crocodile, to fatyrize his hypocrisy; here the god is made to trample upon kingly crowns, there to trifle with a wanton sparrow; the adamantine rock now crumbles at his stroke, anon we fee him basking on the bofom of Chloe, his arrows broken and his pinions bound.
The Greeks, who had more caprice in their passions than either nature or morality can excuse, nevertheless bequeathed their Cupid to