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STANZAS BY THOMAS MOORE. [First time pefblished im Ameries.)

Ob! wive to the hero the death of the brave, On 4 fieid where the might Of his deeds shed a light Throug the gloom which o’ershadows the grave.

Let kim not be laid on the feverish bed, There to waste through the dey, Like a taper, away,

And live till the spirit be dead.

Ob no ! let him lay on Fame’s death-bed of pride, On the hoof-beaten strand, With his sword in his hand,

Anda fresh welling wound in his side.

No—not with the stealth of disease should he die; He should bound o’er the flood, Of his fame and his blood

Yo the glory that waits him on high’

For the life-blood whose stream to our country is given, In the pride of its worth ‘Shall be hallowed on earth,

And the soul shall be honored in heaven.

Such fate, gallant Picton! was thine, when the few Who survived thee in fight Won the day by the light

That thy deeds shed around Waterloo.

“YES” AND “NO.” ‘BY SAMUEL LOVER.

There are two little words which we use, Without thinking fromm whence they came ; But, if you wili list to my muse, The birth-place of which I will name. The one came from Heaven to bless, The other was sent from below ; What a sweet little angel is “ Yes!’ What a demon-like dwarf is that * No!”

And “ No” has a friend he has bid

To aid all his doings as well; In that delicate archiit lies hid,

That adorns the bright eye of the beile. Beware of the shadowy frown

Which darkens her bright brow of snow, As, bent like a bow to strike down,

Her lips give you death with a “ No.”

But “ Yee” has a twin sister sprite—

"Tis asmile, you will easily guess—- That sheds a more heavenly light

Qn the doings of dear little * Yes ;” {nereasing the charm of the lip

That’s going some lover to bless—- Oh, eweet ig the exquisite smple

That dimples and plays around “ Yes.”

ZELEGT TALS.

trom Blackwood’s Magazine for February, 1850.

The Siege of Dunbeg ; or, the Stratagems of War.

Ar the time of the “Great Rebellion” of 164], there siood, in the ancient territory of Offaly, now the Queen’s County in Ireland, two fortalices, somewhat singularly circumstanced, beth in the local situation and in the morale of their reepective garrisons. Dunbeg, held nominally for the King, but in truth for the parliament, by Sir Simon Brabazon, a stout testy old Englishman, with a garricon of fifty well-appointed rank and file, oc- cupied the northern bank of a deep and'wide bog, ex- tending many miles into the woods on either hand. On the oppos:te bank, at about three quarters of a mile distant, stood the rival castle of Dunmore, also held nominally for his Majesty, but, in truth, for “Our Lady and Roger Moore,” by the warden and retainers of Sir Theobald Verdon, a young knight of the Pale. Be- tween Sir Hugh Verdon, the father of the present cap- tain of Dunmore, and his Roundhead neighbour, there had been many bickerings end contentions; and Sir Theobald, on returaing from his travels, after his fa- thet’s death, found himself separated from his neigh-

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bours, not only by the obstacle of the bog, which has been mentioned, and which was usuaily impassable nine monthe out of the twelve, but by a rankling and insuperable personal dislike. ‘The grudge of Sir Simon, however, was by no means participated in either by Lady Brabazon, whose tendencies were strongly Roy- alist, or by their only child, Lacy Brabazon, who more than once, by the banks of the placid Boyne, had wan- dered at eve, listening, in fact, to the vows of the iden- tical gallant and enamoured knight in question. A protracted visit of the young lady at the residence of one of the nobles of the Pale, hard by the banks of the famous river, whose murmuringe have mingled with the tendernesses of so many fovere, may perhaps account

} for the fact, that affairs at Dunmore had Iatterly receiv-

ed little attention from Sir Theobald Verdon,; and the garrison there, consisting wholly of native Irish of the clan O’Dempsey, were left, in a great measure, to form their own opinions, and pursue their own course, in re- ference to the exciting events just then going forward. Some intimation of this untoward attachment had reach- ed Sir Simon, and a peremptosy recall hac brought Lacy Brabazon back to the paternal roof, with a heart |no longer her own, ‘shortly before the evente which are now to be narrated.

“Lady Brabazon,” said Sir Simon taking down a clumsy telescope from his own serviceable eye—it was a dark day in December—“ if my eyesight don’t: de- hceive me, that Teague of a warden and his wood-kerne aré aboutsome misctiief in Dunmore.”

“Why, Sir Simon, what do you see ?”’

“He has mounted his fourth piece of cannon on the north flanker ;—a villain with a vengeance ! He doesn’t mean to salute us here witha twelve pound shot, | hape ?”

“ 4 twelve-pound fiddlestick, Sir Simon, _ Don’t you know they are but demi-sakers of four, as. you often saw in Sir Hugh’s time.”

“ By . madam, | believe it was a delusion which that Malignant practised on me, to put me off my guard. Tis a twelve-pounder [ sve if it be a gun at all.”

“"Tis the mist which magnifies the object. Look you, Lucy, and tell us; can you see anything at this distance over the parapet of Dunmore ?”

“ Humph!” said Sir Simon; “she'll not see what she’d wish to see over the parapet of Dunmore: but 1 tell you both, ladies, that the heads of certain traitors will be seen, before all is done, over the parapet. of Dunmore, as the head of one traitor ought to be there already.”

“ Sir Simon, you ought to be ashamed of yourself,” exclaimed Lady Brabazon. “ You have no reason un- der heaven, except your quarre! with his father, for im- puting treasonable intentions to young Verdon; and you know perfectly well that in that quarrel you were entirely in the wrong.” :

“Right or wrong, Lady Brabazon, I'd have you to know that I am not to be bullied out of my senses by a pair of chattering women.”

“Why, dear father,” interposed Lucy, “I haven’t opened iny lips.”

“If you haven’t opened your lips, you have opened your eyes, and said quite enough, ! can assure you,” re- torted the Governor. “I havea weighty charge here. This castle is the key tothe whole of Ormond. These Irish have been rebels and cut throats ever since Strongbow. I shoulda’t-be inthe least surprised to see your fine Sir Tibbot in a yellow shirtand a glibb like the tassel of your horse-cloth, with his gossips and kindred of va- gabonds, laying seige to Dunbeg before New-year’s da 2”

nT am sure you will never see him do anything un- worthy of a gentleman,” said Lucy. OOH.

“ Sir Simon,” cried Lady Brabazon, “ it isa highly un- becoming way to speak to the man your daughter likes, and I approve of. ‘There is not a more Joyal gentle- man in the Pale than Sir Theobald Verdon.”

“The loyalty of the Pale, indeea!—a straw loyalty you may well call it!” exclaimed Sir Simon, punning on the word. :

“Ifever Sir Theobald Verdon point a gun against Dunbeg,” replied Lady Brabazon, with increasing ani- mation. ‘1 shall be willing that you hang me ont in this arm-chair, and let the first shot of the rebels come to your walls through my body"

« And I beside my mother!” exclaimed Lucy.

“Upon my word, | should make a fine appearance,” exclaimed Sir Simon, “with my wife and daughter hung out like a parcel! of ciothes to dry! But by ladies, if Btook you at your words, it would be no more than the two moet mutinons petticoat serjeants in Lein-

ster would well deserve.” | And a0, Sir Simon flescen-

ded, in no enviable mood of mind, to the afternoon ig- spection of his garrison in the court yard.

_ While the authorities at Dunbeg were thus speeula- ting on the proceedings of O’Dempsey, {for the warden of Dunmore assumed to be the caunfile, or head, of . bis own branch of the clan,) that dignitary, with his lieute- nant, Cormack Mac Teige O’Dempsey, was occupied in making some reciprocal observations of a sunifar kind from the window of the barbican of Dunmore, whither it was Dempsey’s custom to retire after dinner.

“ Son of Teige,” said he, “ have you noticed anything particular to-day in the Saxon castle ?”

“‘ Nothing beyond the arrival of the young dantierna from Meath,” replied the lieutenant.

“You could not know the branch of beauty from the great madatn at this distance, Cormack ?”

“Qh, yes! I'd know the yellow robes ofthe bantierna more even at: this distance, as wellas the blue mantle of the bantierna oge,” cried Cormack. “ But, in fact, 4 saw young Madain Lucy and her train riding up the Craggan meadows, and | in the cold Martin woods. | was as near her as we areto that dun heifer that's grazing in the Packnamo, O’Dempsey.”

“ Son of Teige,” said O’Dempsey, “donot disparage

{the lily of Leix and flower of Offaly by sucha com-

parison.”

“Task pardon, O’Dempsey,” replied the lieutenant.

“She is the loveliest young lady in Lienster go deoin ; and surely the bnntierna more isa very beautiful lady in herself as well.” _

‘ Hark ye, Cormack,” said O’Dempsey confidentially “if the good cause continues to prosper as it has done, { would not wonder if we should have the beating-up of the old ;hog of a father’s quarters before New-year’a day.” 7 “ She’s your's, O’Dempsey !” cried Cormack grasping his hand. .

“ Have her!” cried Cormack; “by.all the belle of Ireland! I'd rather have the iittle finger of that stately noble lady, than a cartload of the pick of all the rest of the woinen of Ireland.”

“Tis a thing that is settled, Cormack,” said O’Demp- sey. “Every eye its own beauty. But who comes here? Hilloa, son of Brien!” he cried, calling out .to a horseman who dashed up to the castle-gate, waving his cap—* hilloa! What news? what news ?”

“Glorious news, O’ Dempsey !” cried the new-comer. * The pale is up!”

“Up for whom, you son of a fortunate father ?”

the reply.

“Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” cried the garrison, swarming down to the entrance archway, where the son of Brien, as fast as his panting lungs would permit, de- tailed to them the great events which had just taken place in Meath. The nobles of the Pale, irritated by the conduct of the Lords Justices, who would. neither afford then protection from the violence of the rebels, nor intruet them with arms with which to defend them- selves. bad assebled in open convocation on the hill of Crofty, and determined on taking up arms in their own behalf. The son of Brien drew from his pocket.a list of the nobility and gentry who had thus virtually declared for the cause so dear to allin Dunmore. Name after name of the men in high rank and influence was hailed with enthusiastic shouts by the garrison ; but amid the long list of Taffs, Flemings, f Junkets, Barn- walls, and other noble families who had given in their adherence.to the insurgent eause, there was no mention of the individual whose motions were so all-important to the present audience. Sir’'Theobald Verdon had not attended the meeting, and there was a prevalent report that he had privately withdrawn from the Pale, and offered his adherence to the Earl of Ormonde, then in avms for the government. The latter announcement called forth an unqualified expression of the feelings of the garrison.

“ Pown with the heretic Butler, and long life to the noble Gormonstown !” cried Shemus-a-’siseal, the head carpenter of the garrison.

‘Po the diaoul with the boddaglh justices, and suc- cess to the Catholic council!” exclaimed Tomas-a- tongas, the chief blacksmith.

“Bad luck to the traitor 'Tibbot, and here’s more cower to our own noble warden! shouted a third in the rear of the crowd; and on his bold declaration of rebellion, there ensued a confused murwur of approba-

‘Teion, but still not loud enough to justify O’Dempsey in

coming forward.

(To be cortinned.)

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