useless, and demanded to see the captain, to whom, in the presence of his officers, he made a full declaration of what he had seen, and expressed his conviction that his fate had been the just punishment of his inordinate curiosity. Honest Maintack easily believed the statement of the dying man, but others were less credulous; and as a last resource, the sufferer mentioned the place where he had deposited the tokens he had brought from the city. Search was made, and from the place indicated two masses were produced, one of pure gold shaped like a brick-the other of virgin silver, carved with quaint devices, and moulded into the resemblance of a corner stone. If further proof were necessary, it was afforded to the seamen by the fact, that instantly on the death of Peter, which took place within a few minutes, the gale ceased, and the rest of their voyage was conducted as prosperously and with as fair breezes as if they had been commanded expressly for their use. On reaching London, Maintack had the matter put on record, and continued long to watch for the appearance of his, as he was now convinced, supernatural visitor; but in vain, no trace of him could ever be discovered, save that on Maintack's arrival at home, he was informed that a parcel had been left for him-at an hour, which, on recollection, he found to be that of the death of Peter-by a person unknown, which parcel, on opening, he found to contain cash to double the amount he usually had been paid by the stranger, with a proportionably large sum for the use of the crew; but never, in all the after-walk of life, did he encounter his mysterious stranger. Many years after the date of the above story, captain Maintack, then a very old man, came into the Shannon with a cargo for Limerick. On entering the river he was struck with something in its appearance that seemed familiar to him. As he passed along the impression became stronger, and at length as he came off Killstrefane, he involuntarily exclaimed, "I have seen that spot before." "And a wild spot it is, Sir," replied the pilot, "and a power of queer stories there are about it and the city of Little Limerick, that they say is there buried." The sound of the words "buried city," were enough for Maintack, who instantly commenced an examination of the pilot, which, ere long, convinced him that his harbour had been the wild creek of Killstrefane-his city, the fabulous Little Limerick-and his mysterious stranger, no other than the mighty "Donn of the ocean," chief of the aforesaid city, and prince of all the subaqueous territories of the Shannon. PATRICK O'TAFFRAIL. 3 Q VOL. I. NO. VII. FADED FLOWERS. Tokens of days long past! Of my own Germany's romantic bowers, Pale shrivelled things that once were blooming flowers, Thoughts that have buried lain For many a year,-hopes, frail alas! as bright,- Ye speak of friends beloved, Who smiled around me when I saw ye last, I deemed not at the hour, When to far distant climes about to roam, Upon ye with a deeper, sadder thought- Of more than happy home and childhood's days! Tho' everlasting deemed in youth's gay hours. Yet, as within the bowers From whence I snatched ye in your beauty's pride, By many, many bright and lovely flowers: "Tis so within my heart New hopes as sweet, though not perhaps as bright, And tho' tears dim mine eye For those beloved ones within the tomb, The cheering hope dispel's my spirit's gloom, That they have reached the realms of God on high! SONNET. ON SEEING THE PICTURE OF They are the self same lineaments !-the same Deep, cold, and changeless, as the name upon That can preserve frail Beauty's record thus, CAROLAN. REVIEW. SEQUEL TO PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF THE "IRISH REBELLION" OF 1798. BY CHARLES HAMILTON TEELING. Belfast.-JOHN HODGSON, 1832, p. p. 326. As ignorance of Irish interests is the common vice of our rulers, so is ignorance of Irish history the general reproach of our people. Many a blundering act of undesigned mischief has been deliberately perpetrated as law by ignorant officials and stupid friends, in the attempt to remove our grievances, or at least silence our complaints. And many generous hearts that would have cherished the patriot's love and pride as life itself, did they believe them justified, have let their feelings be estranged from the home of their fathers by their own ignorance of its ancient glories, and turned, in cold contempt of native lore, to the ancient records of distant climes for models of lofty wisdom, of heroic virtue, and refined civilization, in which no land surpasses their own; and have given to "the foe and the stranger" the exertions that would have raised their country and themselves to the proudest eminence of fame. The causes of this remarkable and fatal perversion of public regard are of a nature that requires a more lengthened and careful exposure than we can on this occasion give space to. It is sufficient for the present to state the fact, that it has ever been the barbarous policy of England since our country first submitted to her dominion, to obliterate or decry every vestige of its former independence, and rank among the nations, that might insure it respect, as it is now the atrocious object of her rulers to exclude from her people all accurate knowledge of its real condition, lest it might attract their sympathy and assistance. The one attempt, however, has not altogether succeeded, and the other never shall. The fame of Irish History has been plundered and polluted, not destroyed; a few faithful pilgrims of the past have still continue to minister at its shrine; and while the sacred flame is fed in our own days by a D'Alton or a Hardiman-would we could say a Moore !-we cannot despair of yet seeing it shedding its proud lustre over the land. Our honest and intrepid Press will protect us from the threatened malice of the present. It has ever been a service of the greatest difficulty and danger to promote the interests, vindicate the honor, or expose the wrongs of Ireland-the timid but ruthless jealousy of England could not brook it; we have seen her haughtiest statesmen quiver, if but a foreign pamphleteer turned his chance pen to the subject of Ireland-and they have ever pursued the free, patriot author with the most unrelenting vengeance. It is, therefore, a merit that deserves our highest respect to rescue from oblivion the slightest testimony of Irish greatness, or to place before the public candid impartial statements of such events as possess the slightest national importance. The work now under consideration is one of great interest in this point of view; it is calculated to render much benefit to the cause of Ireland by the plain and honest relation of facts that must inculcate a useful moral on both the government and the people, while it is, as a composition, an ornament to our literature. Like Mr. Teeling, we are unwilling to conform so far to custom as to call the transactions of '98 "the Rebellion;" but if we must so term the action of a plot contrived and executed by the infamous government of that period, we have the satisfaction of believing that it is the last Irish Rebellion that can be recorded in history. We have the knowledge of the growing wisdom and power of our countrymen, and the authority of that man-whose voice is now as that of a fate to Ireland-to confirm us in this happy presage. This "Rebellion," then, has not yet had its true history written. The few works relating to it that have appeared, are, in general, either a tissue of gross, wilful, and unprincipled misrepresentation, written by hireling calumniators for the purpose of screening official crime, and of gratifying factious malevolence, or the timid, temporising, and mutilated narratives of slavish patriots. It is only recently that men competent to give authentic details of its most important circumstances have ventured to lay them fearlessly before the public. The avidity with which every record of the event is read by all classes, proves how deep and lasting is the interest taken in it by the people, and must encourage all who can and dare communicate faithful information on the subject to do so promptly. Ere the present generation shall pass away, we hope some spirit worthy of the theme will embody in one comprehensive work the real incidents-the origin, the progress, and the consequences of the affair. It will present a revolting picture of the abuse of authority on the one hand, and a disgraceful exhibition of popular weakness on the other; but it will contain a warning for both as long as the hideous vices of tyranny can appal or disgust the powerful, or the absurd credulity and rashness of its victims can instruct the people. Mr. Teeling's Narrative, altogether, contains valuable materials for a work of this nature; and the volume before us, being less occupied than the first with personal adventures, is more fitted for the general purposes of history. There is throughout the entire publication a frank, manly tone that pleases us. Mr. Teeling never disgraces the cause in which he risked the dearest objects of existence, and life itself, and to which he still clings with the fondness of endeared memory, by either the intemperate violence of a thoughtless partisan, or the cringing sychophancy of a servile renegade. He speaks of the remarkable men with whom he acted, and of the enterprise in which they were embarked, with the calm dignity of one who still felt that though his conduct might be deemed imprudent, no honorable mind would impeach his motives. He does not stoop to calumniate their cause by an ignoble acquiescence in their condemnation, knowing that the imputation of guilt is but a consequence of failure, and that the criminal in power, who tramples on his allegiance to his country, is ever ready to brand the patriot in chains with the "foul dishonoring word." Happily the people of this country are now wise enough to seek for redress of their grievances by strictly peaceable means; and success has already taught them to depend on these alone. But the events related by Mr. Teeling should teach a people who are forced to appeal to arms to vindicate their rights, that once they draw the sword they should, as the ancient Greek taught, to fling away the scabbard. There is neither safety nor success in temporising ;decision, energy, and constancy can alone avert defeat and destruc tion. We are unable, in the present number, to make such lengthened extracts from this volume as we desire; but as many of the transactions detailed in it are connected with what is termed the "Wexford Insurrection," we shall soon have an opportunity of returning to the subject on the publication of the Narrative of Mr. Cloney, (now in the press) who must, of course, have a more minute knowledge of the affair, as one of the principal Wexford Leaders. Mr. Teeling's present work embraces that period between the defeat of the United forces in Ulster, and the termination of Humbert's expedition. It notices the principal circumstances connected with the Wexford campaign, in which the reputation of the British army for humanity and courage, was so indelibly disgraced; and the narration of the military proceedings is peculiarly animated and graphic. The fate of the remarkable men who signalized themselves in the United army is also described; and the work closes with that event, when to use the emphatic language of the author "The Rebellion' suppressed, the British Minister was emboldened to a developement of the views which he had long entertained against the rights of an independent nation. His advances had been progressive, and, unhappily, but too successful. He had,' in the language of Mr. Fox, sown the seed, he had nurtured the growth, and he now looked to reap the harvest.' He had lighted the torch of civil war in the bosom of our country, and extinguished it in the blood of our people. He had planted discord in a land of peace, and armed a faction, who became the unwitting instruments of their country's degradation. For the issue of his dark conspiracy he had now little apprehension, for the spirit was fled that would have resisted its consummation. The more insidious arts of state policy followed. The timid were overawed-the venal were purchased, and the credulous were beguiled. In two years after the occurrence of the events which I have narrated-Ireland was a Province !!" The following extracts from the work are strongly characteristic of our countrymen : "The painful circumstances of the day (the assault of Castlecomer) were chequered by the occurrence of one of those livelier scenes, which often took place during the contest of Ninety-eight. The cavalry (yeomanry) had retreated from their quarters early in the action; and the Wexford division, to whom this force was seldom formidable, were so much amused with the mode of their flight, that no measures were taken to prevent an escape. Part of the troop had dismounted,-which left a surplus number of horses to be attended to-and the retreat had been sounded, when each mounted dragoon, taking an extra horse by the bridle, placed the animal between himself and the enemy's fire; then lowering his head beneath the pommel of the saddle, exhibited only that portion of his person to the enemy's view, over which the most timid warrior never thinks of extending a shield. Away then they gallopped! while the Wexford musketeers, amused |