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maiu where they were, but the cavalry | 4 A.M. the darkness might have been and police were to start at a very early felt, and, to make the gloom more inhour in the morning, and were to sur- tense, there was a heavy cold rain, round a Roman Catholic seminary for mingled with sleet, which chilled men priests, about five miles distant, before and horses. A small string of cars daybreak. Information had been re- laden with constabulary, each man ceived that an important Fenian leader with his rifle between his knees, was had taken refuge there, and it was ready to accompany us. Mr. Bereshoped that if the place was suddenly ford, the resident magistrate, put himguarded and searched, he would be self at the head of our little column, caught in his bed. Our destination and we dived into a labyrinth of miry was to be kept as quiet as possible, roads from which nothing but his and the men were to receive no in- knowledge of the country extricated structions except to parade at a given us. After more than an hour of slow hour.
and interrupted marching - for five As I had expected, immediately after nominal Irish miles are equal to an dinner Joscelyn asked me to go round unknown quantity of English the billets of his squad in addition to rived at a big bleak-looking barrac of those of my own, as he said he had an a place, which we were told was the engagement.
rather an seminary we looked for. The cavalry exacting test of friendship, for the were disposed in small parties round night was wet, the town dirty, and the the building, with constant patrols billets, hidden in the queerest slums, moving from group to group. The were not easily found. However, with constabulary guarded every door and the assistance of Corporal Morrogh, outlet, and we felt reasonably confident who was acting orderly sergeant, that if the sought-for Fenian was in armed with a lantern, I managed to the seminary, he could not slip through make my inspection, only hoping that the watchful double line when we beat Cissy Power would not profit too much up his quarters. The great gaunt by her opportunities. I could not help house loomed a dark mass before us, its acknowledging to myself, in spite of details indistinguishable in the darkest my late prejudices against Morrogh, hour before the dawn. No light in any that in the performance of a disagree window, and no noise in the surroundable duty I had never found a non-ing space but a muttered order to the commissioned officer more intelligent soldiers and police, the occasional clank or more anxious to make himself use of a sword, or the faiut rattle of bit and ful. As
were stumbling and collar-chain. splashing through the muddy ways, he The magistrate, with a small party told me that he knew some of the of constables, and accompanied by the people in this part of the country, and colonel and two or three officers, disthat if I could say what we were going mounted and knocked heavily at the to do on the following day, he could massive door, with a loud summons to make inquiries about roads and short open in the queen's name.” There cuts, and get some information about was continued silence for a minute. them which might be of use. I was Again the summous was repeated with rather inclined to ask him if he knew increased emphasis, and a stir of life the seminary ; but bearing in mind the woke in the building. Lights fitted directions not to say anything about about, and steps were heard coming our plans to the men in the ranks, I down to the door. The bolts were only repeated the order about early drawn back, the key turned, and a parade. I did not see Joscelyn again quaint-looking figure appeared, with that night.
feet thrust in carpet slippers, and a When we turned out in the morning somewhat greasy old soutane buttoned everything was as disagreeable as it awry over a night-gown. The air of well could be. At the early hour - astonishment at the early visit, if not
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real, was uncommonly well assumed, I gave him a nudge, therefore, and and was not decreased when the mag- handed the scrap to him, saying, “ Who istrate announced his intention of wrote that? I have just found it on searching the establishment. No op- the floor." When he saw it he turned position was made, of course ; but deadly pale, and whispering, “ For there was a great to-do. Doors of dor-God's sake, don't show it to anybody! mitories were half-opened, and sallow- it's Cissy's writing,” gave it to me hurfaced, close-cropped heads were popped riedly back again, as if it burned his out in whispering curiosity. Mr. Beres- fingers. I don't think I should have ford knew his objective point, and paid any attention to his injunction if I pushed quickly up the stairs and along had not heard the order of the colonel, a corridor till he came to a small room who was following the magistrate, next door to the principal's lodgiug. “ Mr. Carew, go at once and say that We entered. It was empty ; but the 200th are to be collected and formed though the bedclothes had been folded up, ready to move off as soon as we down, there could be no doubt that it have been through the house." I carewas not long vacaut. I thought I fully put the scrap of paper away in caught a cunding gleam in the eye of my pocket-book for future use, and ran the old priest who accompanied us, but down-stairs to execute the order. his face again set immediately into a The pickets and patrols were soon stolid expression of unconsciousness. withdrawn, and the whole were formed It was evident that our bird had been up before the colonel and Mr. Beres. alarmed and had flown. Mr. Beresford ford bad finished their search. As was furious, and had the whole house they left the door I heard Mr. Beresransacked, though in doing so there ford say to the old priest, “ Remember, was little hope of success. The fugi- Father Leary, you have not heard the tive, once disturbed, was pretty certain last of this. Circumstances are very to have bolted to some other hiding- suspicious.” place. As we were leaving the room, Immediate orders were given to the where we were almost sure that he had cavalry to return to our last night's not long ago been reposing, I saw a quarters, and the constabulary were to torn scrap of paper lying behind the follow as soon as they had gathered door. Rather mechanically than from and mounted their cars. Au advanced any set purpose, I picked it up and be- guard was told off under Joscelyn, and gan twisting it round my finger. The ordered to lead the way along the old priest, who had, I believe, been homeward route, which, as it was now watching us all like a cat, gave an un- daylight, was easily to be distinmistakable start, which woke my at- guished. Just before they trotted tention. I glanced at the scrap - away, Mr. Beresford said to Joscelyn, evidently a piece of a letter of which “ This is an awkward enclosed bit of the remaining fragments had been de- country, and you must keep a bright stroyed. It had only the words written lookout for any parties of men lying on it, “ will be searched to-morrow" concealed in a handy shelter. We may not very much in themselves, and only hit upon some of these fellows we suggestive that a written warning had want, as they will not expect us to be been sent. But what did strike me so quick. If you see any suspiciouswas that the handwriting, that of a looking people you must stop them, and woman, seemed familiar to me. I was if they don't obey your orders you may just going to hand it to the magistrate, fire - I will be responsible.” when I thought I would first show it Tony and his men were about a to Joscelyn, to see if he could assist quarter of a mile ahead of the rest of me in recalling the possible writer, as us, who were jogging quietly along, we had long lived so much together smoking our pipes and discussing the that my and his acquaintance with coup manqué of the morning. We had handwritings was likely to be mutual. ' left the seminary some distance bebind
when we heard a shot, followed by the somehow or other and rapidly formed sound of a sort of scattered volley. A a line. “Now, by your centre. Trot. man of the advanced guard galloped Gallop. Charge.” What a general back and said, “Mr. Joscelyu reports sauve qui peut followed! The would-be that there is a crowd of men on each rebels, astonished at the prompt action side of the road with a couple of green of the cavalry, from whom they had flags, and they fired on us. None of thought themselves secure, turned and the men are bit, but there is a horse scuttled away like alarmed rabbits. A killed."
few harmless shots were fired, but “ This is your business now, colo- guns, scythes, and pikes were thrown nel,” said Mr. Beresford.
away, and I believe that the only inThe old chief gave no reply, but his jury done to us was that two horses command rang out, “ Squadron, atten- were cut by treading on the abandoned tion. Draw swords. Canter."
weapons. Several of our wretched We soou closed on the advanced opponents were knocked over, but none guard, which we found in some dis- were seriously hurt. A lot of them got order. The men were fumbling with away, but twenty or thirty, with one of their carbiues in a helpless fashion, and the uniformed leaders, who, we afterone horse was dying on the road, while wards discovered, was the man we had its late rider was ruefully contemplat- searched for in the morning, were coring its last struggles. The fields on nered against a high bank, which they both sides of the road were filled with bad vainly tried to cross, and were men, a few with guns, but most of made prisoners. A very soaked and them provided with extemporized bedraggled green flag, picked up from weapons — pikes, scythes, and pitch- the mud, remained as the spoil of war. forks. The road was blocked by a By this time the constabulary on couple of cut-down trees ; and as there their cars had joined us, but there was was a deep ditch with an overgrown nothing left for them to do except to bank on each side, it looked very much furnish an escort for our cowed and as if we were caught in a trap. A miserable prisoners. We had no meaus couple of men on horseback, in some of securing them, and though there nondescript green uniforms, were giv- was not much chance of their giving ing orders to the crowd, and those who their guardians the slip, Mr. Beresford had guns were busy reloading and pre- made assurance doubly sure by giving paring for another volley.
the order, “ Cut their braces.” When “Why on earth didn't you fire, Mr. this was done their whole energies Joscelyn ? " said the colonel.
were required to hold up their nether “ I did give the order, sir,” replied garments, which, worn after the fashion Tony, “but there's something wrong of the Irish peasantry, most baggy and with the carbines. None of them will voluminous, would have otherwise
fallen about their heels and most effec“Some d-d carelessness, or worse, tually hampered every movement. somewhere ! Never mind. We can't Our little scrimmage was soon over, be stopped like this, and we must and we pushed on to our quarters, chance the fence. Leading troop, right where we were glad to find food and form. Lift your horses, men. For-shelter after our wet and disagreeable ward."
morning's work. Before the men were The colonel showed the way, and dismissed to their billets their carbines taking his old nag short by the head, were inspected, and we found that the got over into the field with a scramble. nipple of each (this was before the It was not for nothing that our old days of breechloaders) had been carerough field-days and riding-drills had fully plugged up, so that all were unbeen practised. Three or four of the serviceable. There was
a court of were down in the ditch, but inquiry ordered to sit at once to collect the remainder negotiated the obstacle levidence how such a thing could have
been done. The captains of troops | not anywhere be discovered. We were positive that all were in perfect knew that no train had left the station, order when they were inspected on the so we hoped that he would be found previous evening, and the men were before long in the little town or its equally certain that the only person neighborhood. It was curious that he who could have subsequently touched had disappeared just when arrest was then was Corporal Morrogh, who, as threatened, and we could only suppose acting orderly sergeant, had visited the that some one in the telegraph office billets several times before the moro- had warned him. His cipher papers ing parade. The evidence was not were sent to Dublin to be translated, complete enough, however, to fix such as we could find no key to their meana serious offence upon a non-commis- ing. sioned officer so smart and energetic as In the evening Tony Joscelyn went Morrogh, and the matter remained for to visit Cissy Power, more, I believe, the time a mystery. I gave the piece in hopes of finding out something of paper which I had picked up in the about the scrap of writing than to pay moruing to Mr. Beresford ; but though his usual devotion ; but he found that both Tony Joscelyn and I thought that she and her mother had left the town the writing was Cissy Power's, it was without leaving any trace of their impossible to swear to the fact, and I movements. All that he could learn said nothing of our suspicions. After was, that two women had been seen all, it was much more satisfactory to early in the evening on a car by a conhave caught the Fenian leader in open stabulary patrol. rebelliou than to have surprised him in Under the energetic action of gore his bed before he had committed him- ernment all over Ireland, things selself, and it was not of much conse- tled down before long pretty well, and quence to ascertain who had given hin the fiasco, in which the rising which his warning. Tony admitted
to me we had quelled had terminated, was that he had told Cissy that the sem- the last of any disturbances in County inary was to be searched ; but he main- Shillelagh. Our little column tained that it was impossible to believe broken up, and the squadron of the that a girl like her, who professed to 200th returned to Dublin. Nothing hate the Fenians as she did, could have official was ever heard of Corporal been in communication with one of Morrogh ; but when his papers were their leaders.
deciphered, they proved that he had Later in the day I was busy writing, enlisted as a Fenian, to forward the to the colonel's dictation, a report of conspiracy, and if possible to seduce our day's work for the Dublin author- other soldiers from their allegiance. ities, when a telegram arrived from Two months later Joscelyn received headquarters giving instructions that a letter with the New York post Corporal Morrogh was to be at once mark : arrested, and his kit was to be searched, as information had been received that “I hope I have not got you into any he was connected with the Fenian trouble. My husband and I drove in movement. This was a blow to us, as a car across the hills to Queenstown we had fondly hoped that, if there was when we saw that the rising had no disaffection anywhere in the ranks of chance, and got on board the steamer the army, our regiment had for the States. We had been married escapent the contagiou. The orders, three years before you first met me in however, were clear and precise, and Dublin. My husband and I have to the troop officers were sent to carry thank you for useful information, and them out. In a short time they re- for the use of your boat when it was turned, and produced a variety of much wanted. I shall always think cipher papers which had been found in kindly of you.— Yours, Morrogh’s valise. He himself could
“C. M. or C. P."
I heard afterwards that Alderman guished, is already an old book, and we Morrogh was a very influential man in dare not undertake to say how it is the corporation of New York, and that regarded by the new generation, which he bad a very pretty wife. Could he has a standard of taste much have been our escaped Fenian ? changed from that of the last ; though
Tony Joscelyn did not remain long it may indeed be said to be a classic, in the service. He came into some and therefore one of the books which property, and leads a very retired life. it touches the reputation of all who He has never married, and, I believe, profess a love of literature to know. has never forgotten the fair Fenian We cannot but hope, however, that the spy.
C. STEIN. book now before us, which is in some
sort the completion and winding up of that wonderful history of love aud
sorrow, will do much to bring it back From The Edinburgh Review. to the reader. Seldom has there been LIFE AND LETTERS OF MRS. CRAVEN.1
so full and delicate a record of youth, It is always difficult to form a just of love, of happiness and gaiety, and estimate of society and ways of living trouble and grief. The life of Mrs. different from our own, even when Craven, its author, records the maturer these are within our own country, and years, the riper thoughts, the consolamore or less within the conditions of tions and philosophy of a woman tried our own existence. But this difficulty with every possible shock and sorrow, is greatly increased when country, lan- yet retaining the spirit and courage, guage, and uses differ from ours, and the gay heart, the happy blood — to we have to strain our intelligence to use a phrase of her own - of her early follow the lines of a life with which we years through all. have no familiarity. We, in our insu- These modest volumes have thus lar ways, are more separate from the many claims upon the interest of th rest of the kingdoms of the earth than reader. They reveal to us a life with are any of those nations who divide the which only a limited number of people Continent among them. We love, we out of France can be acquainted — a rejoice, and mourn, as they do ; we life full of the most curious and piquant encounter the same human episodes contrasts, and which, perhaps, is aland revolutions, but we do not express ready fading out of the contemporary ourselves in the same way, and we phases of existence, society in France often find it difficult to understand or having passed through more fundato sympathize with their modes of mental changes than in any other expression. On the other hand, the country in Europe. They bring back very absence of this faculty of expres-to our knowledge one of the finest varision often gives to journal intime eties of the race, more different, perfrom another language a popularity and haps, than any we find among ourselves au influence to which in itself it has from the common strain, yet so fully little right.
revealed that we become more intiThe book before us is interesting mately acquainted with it than we are, from both these points of view. It is it may almost be said, with many of our one of the best indications we could nearest friends. Coming from the very have of French life and character, and fine fleur of that French society at a it is a kind of sequel to a work which period more unlike the present than in of all journaux intimes is the most ex- our steadier order we can well underquisite and touching. The “Récit stand, profoundly pious, brilliantly d'une Sæur,” by which the name of mondaine, at home in half the courts of Mrs. Craven will always be distin - Europe, and in all the convents, with
all the wit aud logic of France in her 1 A Memoir of Mrs. Augustus Craven (Pauline de la Ferronays). By Maria Catherine Bishop. talk, and the mystic worship of a deTwo vols. 8vo. London, 1894.
vout Catholic in her heart, Pauline de