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look so bad;" and Shanvilla held their front that he might see the goal own so gallantly as the game went on, judge his distance. that betting—for it was a sort of “A few yards further, boys," be Derby-day with the parish gamblers cried, " and then open out for me -which was six, and even seven, to swipe: I will not miss either the bal four on Rathcash at the commence- or the goal.” ment, was now even for choice. Ay, “Steady, Emon, steady a bit !" sait there is one red-haired fellow, with a Phil M’Dermott; “ don't you see whe small eye and a big one, who shoves is, I may say, alongside of you! three thimbles upon a board at races, Keep it close another bit." has offered five fippenny-bits to four “İn with you, men! what are you upon Shanvilla ; and well he may, for about ?" roared Tom Murdock; and Emon and his men had got the ball half a score of the green-sleeres amongst them, and Emon's orders rushed in amongst the red. Here the were to keep it close not to puck it clashing of hurls was at its height, at all, now that they had it, but to tip and the shouts from both sides on the it along and keep round it in a body hill were tremendous. Shanvilla kepe This was quite fair, and would have and defended their ball in spite of been adopted by the other party had every attempt of Rathcash to pick it they got the chance.

from amongst them ; but nothing like They were thus advancing steadily violence was thought of by either side. but slowly. The Rathcash men were Shanvilla seemed assured of victoon the outside, but found it difficult, if ry, and such of them as were on the not impossible, to enter the solid body outside, and could not get a tip at the of Shanvilla men, who were advanc- ball, kept brandishing their hurls in ing with the ball in the middle of the air, roaring at the top of their them toward Rathcash goal.

voices, “ Good boys, Shanvilla, good “ To the front, to the front, boys, or boys !” “Through with it-through the game is lost !” roared Tom Mur- with it!” “Good boys!" dock, who was himself then watching Emon looked out. Though he did for an open to get in at the ball. not see the stones, he saw the goal

Forthwith there was a body of the masters-one red, the other greengreen-sleeves right before Shanvilla, ready expecting the final puck, and he who came on with their ball, tip by knew the spot. tip, undaunted.

“ Give me room now, Phil," he Still Rathcash was on the outside, whispered, and his men drew back. and could not put a hurl on the ball. Emon curled the ball into the air It was a piece of generalship upon about the height of his head, and the part of the Shanvilla leader not struck it sure and home. As if from often before thought of, and likely to a cannon's mouth it went over the be crowned with success. The cheers heads of Rathcash, Shanvilla, and all from Shanvilla on the hills were now and sped right through the center of deafening the final struggle was evi- the stones-hop-hop-hop-until it dently at hand. Rathcash on the hills was finally lost sight of in some was silent, except a few murmurs of rushes. But another blow had been apprehension.

struck at the same moment, and “ This will never do, boys!" said Emon-a-knock lay senseless on the Tom Murdock, rushing into the center ground, his face and neck, shirt and of Shanvilla and endeavoring to hook sleeves, all the same color, and tha! the ball from aniongst them; but they color was-blood. were too solid for that, although he Tom Murdock's hurl had been poishad now made his way within a hurl's ed ready to strike the ball the malength of Emon.

ment Lennon had curled it into the Emon called to his men to stoop in air. Upon this one blow the whole

ame depended. Emon was rather ence of mind at even this, although ideways to Tom, who was on his left. he almost feared the result. He took Both their blows were aimed almost Emon by the hand and bid him speak imultaneously at the ball, but Tom's to him. Phil M’Dermott had ordered veing a second or two late, had no his men to keep back the crowd to al} to hit; and not being able to re- give the sufferer air. Poor Emon's train the impetus of the blow, his own remedy in another cause had curl passed on and took Emon's head been resorted to. Phil had rubbed bove the top of the left ear, raising his lips and gums with whiskey-on

scalp of flesh to the skull-bone, this occasion it was near at hand--and .bout three inches in length, and more poured a few thimblefuls down his than half that breadth.

throat. He soon opened his eyes, The cheers of Shanvilla were and looked round him. speedily quashed, and there was a “ Thank God !" cried Tom Marrush of the red-sleeves round their dock. “ Are you much hurt, Lenleader. Phil M’Dermott had taken non?” him in his arms, and replaced the The very return to life had already loose piece of flesh upon Emon's quashed any cordiality toward Emon skull in the most artistic manner, and in Tom's heart. bound it down with a handkerchief “Not much, I hope, Tom. I was tied under the chin. He could see stunned; that was all. But what that no injury had been done to the about the game? I thought my ear bone. It was a mere sloping stroke, caught the cheers of victory as I fell." which had lifted the piece of flesh “So they did, Emon," said M'Derclean from the skull. But poor mott; “but stop talking, I tell you. Emon still lay insensible, his whole The game is ours, and it was you face, neck, and breast covered with who won it with that last puck.” blood.

“Ay, and it was that last puck that There was some growling amongst nearly lost him his life,” continued the Shanvilla boys, and those from Tom, knowingly enough. “We both the hill ran down with their sticks to struck at the ball nearly at the same join their comrades with their hurls; moment; he took it first, and my hurl while the Rathcash men closed into a had nothing to hit until it met the top compact body, beckoning to their of his head. I protest before heaven, friends on the hill, who also ran down Lennon, it was entirely accidental.” to defend them in case of need.

“I have not accused you of it's beThis was indeed a critical moment, ing anything else, Murdock ; don't and one that, if not properly managed, seem to doubt yourself,” said Emon in might have led to bloodshed of a a very low weak voice. But it was more extended kind. But Tom Mur- evident he was coming-to." dock was equal to the occasion. He Still the Shanvilla men were grumgave his hurl to one of his men the bling and whispering. One of them, moment he had struck the blow, and a big black-haired fellow named Ned went forward.

Murrican, burst out at last, and "Good heaven, boys, I hope he is brandishing his hurl over his head, not much hurt!" hé exclaimed.“ Rath- cried out: cash should lose a hundred games “ Arrah, now, what are we about; before Shanvilla should be hurt." boys ? Are we going to see our best As he spoke he perceived a scowl man murdered before our eyes, an' be

doubt and rising anger in the faces satisfied wid a piper an' a dance ? I o many of the Shanvilla men, some say we must have blood for blood !”

whom ground their teeth, and "An' why not?” said another. “It rasped their hurls tighter in their was no accident; I'm sure of that.” walds. Tom did not lose his pres- “ What baldherdash !" cried a

third ; “ didn't I see him aim the friend, I'm afraid we shall have : blow ?” And the whole of Shanvilla hard task to keep Shanvilla quiet. flourished their hurls and their sticks Could you not send your men hores in the air, . clashing them together once ?" with a terrific noise of an onslaught. “I'll do what I can; but you ca

Tom Murdock's cheeks blanched. do more with your own men thaal He feared that he had opened a flood- can. Rathcash will not strike a bloe, gate which he could not stop, and that I know, until the very last moment." if there had not been, there would soon They then separated, Father For be, murder. His men stood firm in a rell dismounting and going over to close body, and not a word was heard where Emon-a-knock still lay in to pass amongst them.

M’Dermott's arms; and Father Roche “Don't strike a blow, for the life of up toward the Rathcash men. you, boys !” he cried, at the same time “ Boys,” said he, addressing them he took back his hurl from the man “this is a sad ending to the day's to whom he had given it to hold, who sport; but, thank God, from what I handed it to him, saying, “ Here, Tom, hear, the man is not much hurt. Be you'll be apt to want this."

steady, at all events. Indeed, you The Shanvilla men saw him take had better go home at once, every the hurl, and thought it an acceptance man of you. Won't you take your of a challenge to fight. They now priest's advice?" began to jump off the ground, crying, “An' why not, your reverence? to “ Whoop, whoop !" a sure sign of be sure we will, if it comes to that: prompt action in an Irish row.

but, plaise God, it won't. At worst it At this still more critical moment, was only an accident, an' we're tould Father Farrell, the parish priest of it won't signify. We'll stan' our Shanvilla, who had been sent for in ground another while, your reverence, all haste for the man who was killed," until we hear bow the boy is. Sure, was seen cantering across the com- there's two barrels of beer ans mon toward the crowd ; and more for- dance to the fore, by-an'-by." tunately still he was accompanied by “Well, lads, be very steady, and Father Roche, the parish-priest of keep yourselves quiet. I'll visit the Rathcash. They were both known first man of you that strikes a blow at a glance; Shanvila on his “ straw. with condign-" berry cob,” and Rathcash on his “ We'll strike no blow, your rever “ tight little black mare.”

ence, if we bant struck first. Let FaIt is needless to say that the ap- ther Farrell look to that." proach of these two good men calmed “ And so he will, you may depend to all appearance, if not in reality, upon it," said Father Roche. the exhibition of angry feeling The Shanvilla men had great confamongst the two parties.

dence in Father Farrell in every re“Here, your reverence," said one of spect, and there was not a man in the the Shanvilla men to Father Farrell,- parish who would not almost die at his

here's where the man that was hurt bidding from pure love of the man, is lying; poor Emon-a-knock, your apart from his religious influence. reverence.'

They knew him to be a good physFather Farrell turned for a mo- cian in a literal, as well as a moral, ment and whispered to his companion, point of view; and be had been prov" I'll see about the hurt man, and doing himself the good Sainaritan for the you try and keep the boys quiet. I last seventeen years to every one 10 can see that Shanvilla is ready for a the parish, whether they fell among fight. Tell them that I'll be with thieves or not. He had commend them in a very few minutes, if the life as a medical student, but had (pre man is not badly hurt. If he is, my dently, perhaps) preferred the Chared.

In memory, bowever, of his early pre- go and ask the Rathcash girls to dilections, he kept a sort of little pri- dance." vate dispensary behind his kitchen; “ Three cheers for Father Farrell !" and so numerous were the cures which shouted Ned Murrican of the black nature had effected under his mild ad- curly head. They were given heartivice and harmless prescriptions, that ly, and peace was restored. he had established a reputation for in- Father Farrell then remounted his fallibility almost equal to that subse- strawberry cob, and rode over toward quently attained by Holloway or Mor- where Father Roche was with the Rathrison. Never, however, was his med- cash men. They were,“ in a manner," ical knowledge of more use as well as as anxious to hear his opinion of Emonvalue than on the present occasion. a-knock as his own men had been.

Shanvilla grounded their weapons They knew nothing, or, if they did, at his approach, and waited for his re- they cared nothing, for any private port. Father Farrell of course first cause of ill-will on their leader's part felt the young man's pulse. He was toward Emon-a-knock. · They were not pedantic or affected enough to hold not about to espouse his quarrel, if he his watch in his other hand while he did bad one; and, as they had said, they 80; but, like all good physicians, he would not have struck a blow unless held his tongue. He then untied the in self-defence. handkerchief, and gently examined the Father Farrell now assured them wound so far as possible without dis- there was nothing of any consequence : turbing the work which Phil M'Der- "upon” Emon; it was a mere tip of mott had so promptly and judiciously the flesh, and would be quite well in a performed. His last test of the state few days. “But, Tom a-wochal,he of his patient was his voice; and upon added, laughing, “ you don't often aim this, in his own mind, he laid no incon- at a crow and hit a pigeon." siderable stress. In reply to his ques. “I was awkward and unfortunate tions as to whether he felt sick or gid- enough to do so this time, Father Fardy, Emon replied, much more stoutly rell,” he replied. And he then entered than was expected, that he felt neither into a full, and apparently a candid, the one nor the other. Father Far- detail of how it had happened. rell was now fully satisfied that there Father Farrell listened with much was nothing seriously wrong with him, attention, bowing at him now and and that giving him the rites of the then, like the foreman of a jury to a Church, or even remaining longer with judge's charge, to show that he underhim then, might have an unfavorable stood him. When he had ended, Father effect upon the already excited minds Farrell placed his hand upon his of the Shanvilla men. He therefore shoulder, and, ben"ing down toward said, smiling, “ Thank God, Emon, you him, whispered in Pris ear, “Oh, Tom want no further doctoring just now; Murdock, but you are the fortunate and I'll leave you for a few minutes man this day! for if the blow had while I tell Shanvilla that nothing se- been one inch and a half lower, all the rious has befallen you."

priests and doctors in Connaught He then left him, and hastened over would not save you from being tried toward his parishoners, who eagerly for manslaughter." met him half-way as he approached. “Or murder," whispered Tom's

“Well, your reverence ?” “ Well, heart to himself. your reverence?" ran through the By this time Emon-a-knock, with foremost of them.

M'Dermott's help, had risen to his “It is well, and very well, boys," feet; and leaning on him and big Ned he replied ; “I bless God it is noth- Murrican, crept feebly along toward ing but a scalp wound, which will not the boreen which formed the entrance signify. Put by your hurls, and to the common.

Father Farrell, perceiving the move, ever, had reached the end of the lane, rode after him, and said, as he passed, Father Farrell came cantering bact. that he would trot on and send for saying, “ All right, my good laia: a horse and cart to fetch him home, there is a jennet and cart coming as he would not allow him to walk the lane for him.” any further than the end of the Emon cocked his ear at the weni lane. Indeed, it was not his inten- jennet; he knew who owned the only tion to do so; for he was still scarcely one for miles around. And there indeed able to stand, and that not without it was; and the sight of it went wel. help.

nigh to cure Emon, better than suy Before he and his assistants, how- ductoring he could get.


From The Month.

We put him in a golden cage

With crystal troughs ; but still he pined
For tracts of royal foliage,

And broad blue skỉes and merry wind.
We gave him water cool and clear;

All round his golden wires we twined
Fresh leaves and blossoms bright, to cheer

His restless heart: but still he pined.
We whistled and we chirped; but he

Trilled never more his liquid falls,
But ever yearned for liberty,

And dashed against his golden walls.
Again, again, in wild despair,

He strove to burst his bars aside;
At last, beneath his pinion fair,

He hid his drooping head and died!
And so against the golden bars-

Life's golden bars-our poor souls smite,
P'ning for tracts beyond the stars,

Freedom and beauty, truth and light.
Those bars a Father's hands adorn

With leaves and flowers-earth's loveliest things-
With crystal draughts; but still we mourn

With thirsting for the “living springs.”
Nor crystal draughts, nor leaves and flowers,

The exiled heart can satisfy :
We shake the bars; and some few hours

We droop and pine, and then we die,
We die! But, ob, the prison-bars

Are shatter'd then: then far away,
We pass beyond the sky, the stars-

Beyond the change of night and day.

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