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fellow mad. But what need I expect there, but never to leave me, nor it, from him ? a fellow who has no edu- until we were a good musket-shot clear cation, and never took a degree in his of the pier-head? D-n me, you may life-one of no family worth the na- say what you like, Fyke, but it was ming--and, at the very best, but the very, very unhandsome treatment, I asskipper of a paltry sloop of war.” sure you, sir. If I had been a convicted

Come, come, Nailparing, you for- felon, he could have done no more.” get yourself, my good sir,” cried Lieu- Ha, ha, ha-ho, ho, ho !" roared tenant Fyke; " always recollect, that Lieutenant Fyke, stamping the deck, be he what he may, he has the honour and holding his sides until the water of being at present your commanding came into his eyes. officer.'

'Tis mighty well, Lieutenant “ The more is the shame, Fyke," Fyke-mighty well,indeed, sir,” growlcried the exasperated purser,

ed out the purser, sulkily; then addman of my family should be under ed, with a very low bow, “ I'm exsuch a thrall. D-n me, he's no gen- ceedingly glad to see you so very-very tleman, however, nor is there a gentle merry, Lieutenant Fyke.” drop of blood in his plebeian carcase. “ Excuse me, excuse me, my dear Such a fellow

fellow," cried the first lieutenant, “ Pshaw, pshaw, Nailparing, you smoothing down his merry muscles get foolish,” cried the first lieutenant, into a goodhumoured smile, “but interrupting him ; you know as well really your whole story is so completeas I do, that I shall not, must not, ly ridiculous, that it is next to imposwill not, listen to such calumnies sible to forbear laughing. But harkye, against my first in command. Be so Nailparing, you say he accompanied good, therefore, as have done with you in the lighter clear of the pierthese peevish nonsensicals of yours, head, pray, how did he contrive to for to me, I assure you, they are high- leave you there?". ly disagreeable."

“ Nothing easierhis gig was in “ Highly disagreeable, Mr Fyke !" attendance," answered the purser dogcried the purser,

“ did you say highly gedly. disagreeable, sir?"

«Yo hoy !-ha, ha, ha!" again Lieutenant Fyke coolly nodded as- roared Lieutenant Fyke. sent.

“ I'm mighty glad, Mr Fyke," said “ Ah, well, sir, I did not really I the purser, testily, "mighty glad, indid not expect this I mean--I should deed, sir, to be the cause of such amasay, I thought you were my friend, zing amusement to you.-D- -n! Mr Fyke that's all,” stuttered the you're all alike. But I'll not endure purser.

such treatment, that I won't

I'll “Mr Nailparing,” said Lieutenant throw up my commission, that I will, Fyke, gravely, “ I flatter myself, you and retire for ever from such a villainnever had other occasion to think ous slavery.- I'm of a good family, of me than as a friend ; although, as thank God, and can live independent a man of honour, who bears his Ma« of you all, so I can. It never shall be jesty's commission, I again repeat, I said no, never--that the eldest son will not, cannot, stand by and hear of Nicol Nailparing of that ilk was my commander abused so mercilessly obliged or beholden to one of you." without a cause,”

Why, now, what a fume you have “Well, but hear me, Fyke-just wrought yourself into, my dear fellow, for one moment hear me,' cried the for a mere nothing !" said Lieutenant purser, descending a note or two from Fyke, forgetting his mirth in the comhis overstretched alto;“Was it not miseration he felt for the agonized and shamefulmay, disgraceful to affront outrageous purser." Do go below, me before a whole company-to tear Nailparing, for a minute or two, and me, neck and limb, from an excellent compose yourself. By my honour, I dinner--the only discount, as I said had not the smallest idea you were so before, that scoundrel Peasebran ever completely heart-struck. Pshaw, now, allows me just, forsooth, as if I had don't be a fool-why, you're quite wobeen his footman or his shoe-black- manish-Godown below, there's a good and, more than all this, not only to fellow, take a glass of grog or two, and make me superintend, along with him, that will soon bring you round again. the loading of that confounded lighter Why, man, you're attracting the noVOL. XVIII.

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tice of the people.-Come, now, do my heart," said Lieutenant Fyke,"for, go down, like a hero, at once.--Ay, mind me, there will be no grog alnow, that's something like yourself. lowed until all is stowed, and the I'll see all the stores properly stowed, hatches on." and bring you the bill of lading.” Bird made a slight inclination of

“ Well, well, Fyke, let me alone, his body, and again touched his hat, and I will go below, since you insist in token of complete understanding; upon it,” said the purser, mournfully, then raising his stentorian voice, he and almost reduced to tears ;“ but you bawled out, “D'ye all hear that, men? must-you cannot but acknowledge -no grog till all's stowed, and the that I've been most confoundedly af- hatches on-so you may be as long as fronted.”

you please about this here clearance. “ We will talk of that some other Come, d-n me, cheerly, my hearts, time, when you are more yourself,” and run them up. Blow away, you said Lieutenant Fyke, leaving him at whistling lubber-blast me, but you've the top of the companion-ladder ;- the easiest birth in the hooker, stuck “ but I must see what these fellows up there on the top of the nettings are about.” Then going forward, and like another officer, with that morsel mounting a carronade, which enabled of yellow wattle in your fist-come, him to overlook the hold of the light- blow like

blazes, and give us something er, he bawled out to Bird, the boat- cheery-High enough-lower away!" swain's mate, “ Well, Bird, how get In this rude but animating manner you on, my brave fellow ? art nigh did matters gaily proceed, until the clear yet?"

lighter was completely emptied of her Very nearly, sir-d-d hurry, sir cargo; and as the stowers on board -I'll tell you directly, sir,” answered had been equally active under the dithe bustling Bird, in detached mor- rection of the master all this while, sels:-"On deck there, whip!-whip, the hatches were in no long time put I say, whip!--n the fellows, what on, and the keys delivered by the capare they thinking on ?-whip, you tain of the hold to the first lieutenant lubbers, whip !-high enough-now in form. Grog was then piped, and all lower away-gently, gently, though. hands went to supper. Twilight was - Below there-d'ye hear me, you now well advanced, the hammocks Sykes ?-how much is to come yet?" were piped down, and nothing occur

Why, Bill, not a vast deal now, ring worthy of notice, the approaching as one may say,” answered Sykes, night gradually consigned the wearied squirting out a mouthful of tobacco- ship’s company into the arms of sleep. juice. "Let me see, you've got all the Our hero never loved to be in Leith bread, flower, pease, cocoa, and them Roads—he was too near what Leyden there other dry gear; and, as far as I emphatically calls the scenery of his can see, you've got all the beef and infancy-which,of course, were fraught pork.- Why, dang it, Bird, I do sup- with so many associations-so many poses we've got nothing here now but fond remembrances of better and more the good stuff ; and I don't care al- joyous days in all their various asthough they should send it ashore pects, as were ever sure to make him again, and you and I along with it- melancholy, and to create a certain My eye! what a blow-out we should disgust for his present profession he have!

could not account for. He had now Bah, bah, my hearty !-do an- been long in his hammock-had had swer a question, when it is put to ye, . an overhaul with busy meddling me if you please," cried the half-smiling mory, and, after a severe conflict, had Bird." Are you nearly clear yet? beat the skillet off. He was now, How much longer will you be, think therefore, gladly composing himself you ?-Whip there, whip!"

for a nap, when a sudden noise of bus"Why, fully half an hour, I think, tling feet on the deck attracted his atBird--that is, if you're smart.—Hoist tention, which in no long time was fol

lowed by the unusual call of-All “You hear, sir,” said Bird, address- hands ahoy !--He knew Bird's voice, ing the first lieutenant, and touching and, springing from his hammock, his hat-"Whip, there, whip!-high slipped on trowsers and shoes, and enough-lower away!"

flew on deck jacket-in-hand. Here he " Be active, then, Bird--be active, beheld a scene of the most uncom

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LEGENDS AND TRADITIONS OF THE SOUTH OF IRELAND.*

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This is a little book, about little world, is that of the fairies. The pyga people, by a little author, of the height mies of old, riding on ram-backt-the of Tom Moore--full of little stories, troldes of the north--the dwarfs of pleasant to read, and little woodcuts, the romancers—the Daoineshee of the pleasant to look at a book, in short, Highlands—the Banshies, Phookas, all the persons and things connected Shefros, &c. of the Irish-the Mabs, with which are little, except the good the Oberons, the Titanias — many humour and the research; both of more, too long for our purposes, meet which are great. It is a collection of us in every quarter of the globe. But fairy stories, from the south of Ireland, there is seldom much use in doing over told with a true Hibernicism of tone again anything that Sir Walter Scott and manner-an asiness, as the natives has thought proper to do ; and highly themselves would say, which (as they as we respect ourselves, we beg leave would not say,) is quite refreshing to refer the curious in fairies to his The stories, even as told here, are as Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, and old as the hills--in their original ex- then they will be satisfied to their istence, as old as the mountains of the heart's content on the subject. What first formation. It is really amazing we were saying of the want of the how little creative of new incidents we creative power in men in these later Our jokes made yesterday are in ages, holds here as well as in

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other Hierocles, and he again is but a revi- department of the imaginative faculty; val of the jesters of the East. Punch, for there's hardly a story told, either by who castigates Judy for the benefit of Sir Walter Scott, in the beautiful disthe street audience, is the Arlechino sertation to which we have alluded, or of Italy-the descendant of the Fes- by Mr Thomas Crofton Croker, in the cennines the regular representatives pretty and amusing volume before us, of the drolls of the golden age-temp. which could not be traced to antiquity Saturni primi. The very cantripes as remote as the earliest congregation of our witches, their hell-broths and of men in society. cauldrons, are all in Apuleius, who is Everything, therefore, is in the tellhimself but an echo of times much ing, and in the description of the peolder-a dim shadower forth of mys- culiar costume in which these stories teries, by himself not understood. appear, in the particular country from Ghosts have flourished in all their which the narrator has drawn his imglory from the earliest times, and we mediate subject ; in both of which know of no addition made to their ter- main branches of art, our present

There is nothing in the Castle story-teller has most admirably sucof Otranto-nothing in the Mysteries ceeded. By way of specimen, we take of Udolpho—that we have not heard the very first. before-we mean nothing of incident. The White Lady of Avenel, piercing “ THE LEGEND OF KNOCKSHEOGOWNA. the centre of the earth, and singing her wondrous songs, is to be found in

“ In Tipperary is one of the most sinmany a fabling saga. We own that her gularly shaped hills in the world. It has taking a hob-nailed, hard-fisted Ber

got a peak at the top, like a conical nightwickshire clown at her tail, to find a

cap thrown carelessly over your head as translation of the Bible in central fire, you awake in the morning. On the very is new; but we doubt whether the ori- point is built a sort of lodge, where in the ginal inventor would claim the addi

summer the lady who built it and her tion.

friends used to go on parties of pleasure; Among other of the gay and gloomy but that was long after the days of the imaginations dispersed all over the fairies, and it is, I believe, now deserted.

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• Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland. London: John Mur

ray. 1825.

† Or She-goat-back. Insidentes arielum caprarumque dorsis. We do not think Addison has noticed this circumstance; but it is so long since we read the PygmaioGeranomachia, that we are not sure.

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“ But before lodge was built, or acre an end of the accidents. But what made sown, there was close to the head of the the matter worse, there could not be a hill a large pasturage, where a herdsman herdsman got to tend the cattle by night. spent his days and nights among the herd. One visit from the fairy drove the stoutThe spot had been an old fairy ground, est hearted almost mad. The owner of and the good people were angry that the the ground did not know what to do. He scene of their light and airy gambols offered double, treble, quadruple wages, should be trampled by the rude hoofs of but not a man could be found for the sake bulls and cows. The lowing of the cattle of money to go through the horror of fasounded sad in their ears, and the chief cing the fairy. She rejoiced at the sucof the fairies of the hill determined in per- cessful issue of her project, and continued son to drive away the new comers, and her pranks. The herd gradually thinning, the way she thought of was this :- When and no man daring to remain on the the harvest nights came on, and the moon ground, the fairies came back in numbers, shone bright and brilliant over the hill, and gambolled as merrily as before, quafand the cattle were lying down bushed fing dew-drops from acorns, and spreadand quiet, and the herdsman, wrapt in his ing their feast on the head of capacious mantle, was musing with his heart glad. mushrooms. dened by the glorious company of the “ What was to be done, the puzzled stars twinkling above him, bathed in the farmer thought in vain. He found that flood of light bursting all over the sky, she his substance was daily diminishing, his would come and dance before him,- now people terrified, and his rent-day coming in one shape-now in another,—but all round. It is no wonder that he looked ugly and frightful to behold. One time gloomy, and walked mournfully down the she would be a great horse, with the road. Now in that part of the world wings of an eagle, and a tail like a dra. dwelt a man of the name of Larry Hoolagon, hissing loud and spitting fire. Then han, who played on the pipes better than in a moment she would change into a lit- any other player within fifteen parishes. tle man, lame of a leg, with a bull's head, A roving, dashing blade was Larry, and and a lambent flame playing round it. feared nothing. Give him plenty of liThen into a great ape, with duck's feet quor, and he would defy the devil. He and a turkeycock's tail. But I should be would face a mad bull, or fight singleall day about it were I to tell you all the handed against a fair. In one of his shapes she took.' And then she would gloomy walks the farmer met him, and on roar, or neigh, or hiss, or bellow, or howl, Larry's asking the cause of his down or hoot, as never yet was roaring, neigh- looks, he told him all his misfortunes. ing, hissing, bellowing, howling, or hoot- • If that is all ails you,' said Larry, ‘make ing, heard in this world before or since. your mind easy. Were there as many The poor herdsman would cover his face, fairies on Knocksheowgowna as there are and call on all the saints for help, but it potatoe blossoms in Eliogurty, I would was no use. With one puff of her breath face them. It would be a queer thing, she would blow away the fold of his great- indeed, if I, who never was afraid of a coat, let him hold it never so tightly over proper man, should turn my back upon a his eyes, and not a saint in heaven paid brat of a fairy, not the bigness of one's him the slightest attention. And to make thumb.'- Larry,' said the farmer, 'do matters worse, he never could stir ; no, not talk so bold, for you know not who nor even shut his eyes, but there was is hearing you ; but, if you make your obliged to stay, held by what power he words good, and watch my herds for a knew not, gazing at these terrible sights, week on the top of the mountain, your until the hair of his head would lift his hand shall be free of my dish till the sun hat half a foot over his crown, and his has burnt itself down to the bigness of a teeth would be ready to fall out from farthing rushlight.' chattering. But the cattle would scam- The bargain was struck, and Larry per about mad, as if they were bitten by went to the hill-top, when the moon bethe fly, and this would last until the sun gan to peep over the brow. He had been rose over the hill.

regaled at the farmer's house, and was “The poor cattle, from want of rest, bold with the extract of barleycorn. So were pining away, and food did them no he took his seat on a big stone, under a good; besides, they met with accidents hollow of the hill, with his back to the without end. Never a night passed that wind, and pulled out his pipes. He had some of them did not fall into a pit, and not played long when the voice of the get maimed, or, may be, killed. Some fairies was heard upon the blast, like a would tumble into a river, and be drown- low. stream of music. Presently they ed; in a word, there seemed never to be burst out into a loud laugh, and Larry

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could plainly hear one say, “What! an. more resuming her figure, addressed him : other man upon the fairies' ring ? Go to

You have shown so much courage, him, queen, and make him repent his Laurence,' said she, that while you keep rashness;' and they flew away. Larry herds on this hill, you never shall be mofelt them pass by his face, as they flew lested by me or mine. The day dawns; like a swarm of midges; and, looking up go down to the farmer and tell him this; hastily, he saw between the moon and and if anything I can do may be of serhim a great black cat, standing on the vice to you, ask and you shall have it.' very tip of its claws, with its back up, and She vanished accordingly; and kept her mewing with a voice of a water-mill. word in never visiting the hill during Presently it swelled up towards the sky, Larry's life; but he never troubled her and, turning round on its left hind leg, with requests. He piped and drank at wlirled till it fell on the ground, from the farmer's expense, and roosted in his which it started in the shape of a salmon, chimney-corner, occasionally casting an with a cravat round its neck, and a pair eye to the flock. He died at last, and is of new top-boots. . Go on, jewel,' said buried in a green valley of pleasant TipLarry; . if you dance, I'll pipe ;' and he perary; but whether the fairies returned struck up. So she turned into this, and to the hill of Knocksheogowna after his that, and the other; but still Larry played death is more than I can say. on, as he well knew how. At last she lost patience, as ladies will do when you do ral in this kind of writing. We re

There is something odd and pastonot mind their seolding, and changed her member to have heard the story on self into a calf, milk-white as the cream of the top of a coach, going from Birr Cork, and with eyes as mild as those of the girl I love. She came up gentle and

to Kenagh, as we were driving un

der the very hill of Knockshęogowna, fawning, in hopes to throw him off his guard by quietness

, and then to work him which, being interpreted, signifies the some wrong. But Larry was not so de

Hill of the Fairy Calf, so denomiceived; for when she came up he, drop- month of July, on a fine warm day,

nated from the tale. It was in the ping his pipes, leaped upon her back.

« Now from the top of Knocksheo- and altogether it made so deep an imgowna, as you look westward to the pression on our memory that we were broad Atlantic

, you will see the Shannon, glad to see it here. We must say, queen of rivers, • spreading like a sea, however, that our Tipperary friend and running on in gentle course to min- told it rather better; for he gave it gle with the ocean through the fair city with a rich and mellifluous brogue, of Limerick. It on this night shone un- and made no attempts at the fine der the moon, and looked beautiful from writing about the “ glorious company the distant hill. Fifty boats were gliding of the stars,” which we have in the up and down on the sweet current, and tale as published. the song of the fishermen rose gaily from We shall just take one more. the shore. Larry, as I said before, leaped upon the back of the fairy, and she, rejoiced at the opportunity, sprung from the hill-top, and bounded clear, at one juinp, “ Billy Mac Daniel was once as likely over the Shannon, flowing as it was just a young man as ever shook his brogue ten miles from the mountain's base. It

at a patron, emptied a quart, or handled was done in a second ; and when she a shillelagh; fearing for nothing but the alighted on the distant bank, kicking up want of drink; caring for nothing but her heels, she Aung Larry on the soft who should pay for it; and thinking of turf. No sooner was he thus planted, nothing but how to make fun over it: than he looked her straight in the face, drunk or sober, a word and a blow was and, scratching his head, cried out, “ By ever the way with Billy Mac Daniel ; my word, well done! that was not a bad and a mighty easy way it is of either leap for a calf I'

getting into, or of ending a dispute. “She looked at bim for a moment, and More is the pity that, through the means then assumed her own shape. Lau- of his thinking, and fearing, and caring rence,' said she, 'you are a bold fellow; for nothing, this same Billy Mac Daniel will you come back the way you went?' fell into bad company; for surely the

And that's what I will,' said he, if good people are the worst of all comyou let me.' So changing to a calf again, pany any one could come across. again Larry got on her back, and at an. “ It so happened, that Billy was goother bound they were again upon the top ing home one clear frosty miglit not long of Knocksheogowna. The fairy once after Christmas; the moon was round

VOL. XVIII.

MASTER AND MAN.

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