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Irish Army Retires on "The Line of the 286 Shannon"--Douglas Repulsed at Athlone--King William Begins Siege of Limerick--Sarsfield's Exploit

William's Assault on Limerick Repulsed with 294 Slaughter--Heroism of the Irish Women--Irish Humanity to the English Wounded

Fall of Cork and Kinsale--Lauzun, the French 302 General, Accused by Irish Writers--Sarsfield's Popularity--Tyrconnel Returns to Ireland--Berwick Departs

BOOK V

RECORDING IMPORTANT EVENTS FROM THE ARRIVAL OF 311 GENERAL ST. RUTH IN LIMERICK TO HIS GLORIOUS DEATH AT THE BATTLE OF AUGHRIM, IN JULY, 1691

General St Ruth Arrives at Limerick to Command the 313 Irish Army--His Marvelous Activity--Brave and Able, but Vain and Obstinate

De Ginkel Besieges Athlone--Memorable Resistance of 318 the Irish Garrison--The Battle at the Bridge--St. Ruth's Fatuous Obstinacy--Town Taken by Surprise

The Irish Army Falls Back and Takes Post at 326 Aughrim--Description of the Field--Disposition of the Irish Forces--Baal Dearg O'Donnell's Apathy

De Ginkel Marches After St. Ruth--The Latter 332 Prepares to "Conquer or Die"--His Speech to the Irish Army on the Eve of Fighting

Decisive Battle of Aughrim--It Opens Favorably for 336 the Irish--Desperate Fighting in the Centre and at Urachree--Fortune or Treason Favors De Ginkel

Battle of Aughrim Continued--Its Crisis--The English 342 Turn Irish Left--St. Ruth Killed by Cannon Ball--Confusion and Final Defeat of Irish Army

Mortality Among Officers of Rank on Both 350 Sides--Acknowledged English Loss at Aughrim--English and Irish Comments on Conduct of Battle

BOOK VI

Second Siege of Limerick--Terrific Bombardment--The 363 English, Aided by Treachery, Cross the Shannon--Massacre of Thomond Bridge

Capitulation of Limerick--Terms of the Famous 371 "Violated Treaty"--Cork Harbor Tragedy

The Irish Troops, as a Majority, Enter the French 383 Service--King James Receives Them Cordially--His Testimony of Their Devotion and Courage

Early Exploits of the Irish Brigade in the Service 388 of France--At Landen, Cremona, and Blenheim--Tribute Paid it by an English Historian

The Austrian Succession--Campaign of 399 1745--Magnificent Achievement of the Irish Brigade at Fontenoy--Prince Louis's Adieu to the Heroes

NARRATING THE MANY PENAL STATUTES AGAINST THE 409 CATHOLICS, AND CARRYING THE STORY DOWN TO THE ACQUIREMENT OF A FREE COMMERCE BY THE IRISH PARLIAMENT, UNDER THE LEADERSHIP OF GRATTAN, A.D. 1780

Anti-Catholic Penal Laws--Their Drastic, Brutal and 411 Absurd Provisions--Professional Informers, Called "Priest-Hunters"

Restrictions on Irish Trade and Manufactures--All 424 Creeds Suffer--Presbyterian Exodus to America--Death of Royal Personages--Accession of George I

Further Commercial Restrictions--Continued Exodus 431 of Working People--Jonathan Swift--"The Patriot Party"--Tyranny of Primate Boulter

Official Extravagance--Charles Lucas, Leader of 439 Irish Opposition--Chesterfield Viceroy--His Recall--Dorset's Vile Administration

More Persecution of Catholics Under George 447 II--Secret Committee Formed--Snubbed by the Speaker--Received by the Viceroy--Anti-Union Riot in Dublin

The Peace of Paris--Agrarian Warfare in 457 Ireland--Judicial Murder of Father Sheehy--All who Swore Against Him Die Violent Deaths--Secret Societies

Flood and Grattan--Sudden Rise of the Latter--Speaks 462 for a Free Commerce--The Volunteer Movement--England Yields to Irish Demand

BOOK I

Prefatory--Territorial Divisions of Ireland--Physical Features of the Country--Peculiarities of Soil, Climate, and Scenery

THAT famous English Republican, Thomas Paine--whose political pamphlets have been admired quite as much as his theological works have been censured--uttered in "Common Sense," published in 1776, while he was serving under Washington in the Continental Army, this striking aphorism: "Europe, and not England, is the parent country of America." His object was to stimulate the patriotic pride of such American colonists--and they were many--as were not of English birth or descent, and to proclaim that the other great branches of the human race, settled in America, must, of necessity, have a vital interest in the successful issue of the War for Independence. No other great country of the world has a population made up of so many divers "previous nationalities," all combined into one gigantic political whole, as the United States of America. Most of the notable nations of the Old World are here represented not by hundreds or thousands, but by millions of citizens, "racy of the soil," and proud to call themselves Americans. A French patriot once said, speaking in the Chamber of Deputies: "There is no French race. France is a grand political entity which all true Frenchmen, of whatever race, worship." This fine sentiment can be even more logically applied to America and Americans, for both are still in the formative period. Several centuries hence, perhaps, a race of people distinctively American in all respects may occupy this country, but while the great stream of European immigration continues to flow toward the setting sun there can not exist such a racial condition in this Republic, except in those remote districts in which the immigrant rarely seeks a home.

Most Americans have read something of the political misfortunes of Ireland, but very many among us have not made her history even a partial study, and have often taken their views of it, at second hand, from sources that could not fail to be partial and, therefore, prejudicial. We do not need to apologize for seeking to throw more light, in a simple yet comprehensive manner, on the history of that beautiful island the blood of whose exiled children flows in the veins of not less than 20,000,000 of the American people. The Irish race owes much to America, and America, in turn, owes much to it. Truly has it been said of the American Irish that they were with the Republic at its birth, guarded its infancy, rejoiced in its growth and prosperity, and will endure with it until the end, which comes, in the fulness of time, to even the greatest among nations. Thomas Francis Meagher --the young Irish patriot and orator of 1848, and afterward a famous Union general of the Civil War--in one of the brilliant speeches he delivered in this country, said: "When, in 1849, I was a political captive on board an English battleship, I beheld, one bright morning, through the porthole of my cabin, while we were anchored in an Australian harbor, the Stars and Stripes floating from the mast of a stately American frigate and hailed Liberty at my prison-gate!" And this is the sentiment of every honest immigrant who seeks the shelter of our flag.

Ireland, called poetically, because of its perennial verdure, the Emerald Isle, lies in the Atlantic Ocean, immediately westward of the larger island of Great Britain, from which it is separated by, in most parts, a wide and deep strait, varying in width from 14 miles, where the headlands of Antrim approach the western coast of Scotland, to about 125 miles, which is the maximum distance from the coast of England. This strait is called, running from north to south consecutively, the North Channel, the Irish Sea, and St. George's Channel. The high shore of Scotland is always visible, in clear weather, from the northeast coast of Ireland, and the mountains of Wales, about 65 miles distant, may be seen, under similar conditions, from Bray Head and other points on the Leinster coast, but no part of England can be seen at any time from the Irish shore. Ireland, considered geographically, is of an irregular rhomboidal shape, by some writers compared to an oblong shield, and is situated between Latitude 51? 26? and 55? 21? North, and Longitude 5? 21? and 10? 26? West, projecting farther into the Atlantic Ocean, to the westward, than any other portion of European soil. Its total area, including many small islands close to the coast, is about 32,500 square miles, or 19,000 less than England, 2,000 more than Scotland, 25,000 more than Wales, and nearly 2,000 less than our inland State of Indiana. Ireland would make, almost to a fraction, thirty-two States the size of Rhode Island, which has a Legislature of its own--a privilege the Green Isle does not, at present, enjoy.

The existing division of the counties among the provinces is as follows: Munster comprises Clare, Cork, Kerry, Limerick, Tipperary, and Waterford; Ulster contains Antrim, Armagh, Cavan, Donegal, Down, Fermanagh, Derry, Monaghan, and Tyrone; Connaught has Galway, Leitrim, Mayo, Roscommon, and Sligo; Leinster comprises Carlow, Dublin, Kildare, Kilkenny, King's County, Longford, Louth, Meath, Queen's County, Westmeath, Wexford, and Wicklow.

The reader ought to know, however, that a majority of the Ulster and Connaught counties, and some in Leinster and Munster, did not recognize their English designations, or yield to English law, in any shape, until after the accession of James I to the British throne, in 1603. They were governed by their own princes, chiefs, and judges, under the old Brehon law, until "the Peace of Mellifont" in that year.

While the Irish counties differ very materially in extent, the provinces show the following proportions: Munster, 6,064,579 acres; Ulster, 5,475,458; Leinster, 4,871,118; Connaught, 4,392,043. The island is further subdivided into 316 baronies, 2,532 parishes, and 60,760 townlands, which average about 300 acres each. These are figures with which every student of Irish history should be familiar.

The country is, in general, very fertile, and grows cereals luxuriantly. The green crops, such as turnips, parsnips, cabbages, and kindred vegetables, are unexcelled. Its grazing capacity is very great, and Irish horses, homed cattle, sheep, and swine are among the choicest in Europe. Apples, pears, plums, and the smaller fruits grow abundantly in the mild, moist climate, but the Irish sun will not ripen peaches, grapes, or tomatoes, unless they are under glass. Poultry thrive wondrously, and there is a large exportation of fowl and eggs to the British markets. Irish butter ranks high also. Yet the country is poor, chiefly because of the scarcity of manufactures, and for other reasons that will be explained as we proceed.

The Irish climate is equable, but, in general, damp, when compared with that of America. Neither summer heat nor winter cold produces discomfort, except at very rare intervals. Violent storms are infrequent, except along the western coast, and electrical disturbances are much rarer than in our atmosphere. Only one cyclonic storm, that of January 6, 1839, visited Ireland during the nineteenth century, and it is known to this day as "the Big Wind."

Irish scenery is peculiar in character--soft, yet bold of outline, as regards its mountain regions. The cliffs on the Connaught, Ulster, and Munster coasts are tall and beetling--those of Moher, in Clare, and those that flank the Giants' Causeway--a remarkable basaltic formation in Antrim--being the most notable. All the elevations that rise above a thousand feet are clothed with the heather, which is also peculiar to Scotland, and this plant changes its hue with every season so that there is a constant shifting of color, which adds much to the charm of the landscape. The Irish sky, too, is changeful, so much so that an Irish poet, in paying tribute to the beauty of his wife, wrote:

"Eyes like the skies of dear Erin, our mother, Where shadow and sunshine are chasing each other!"

Snow generally disappears from the summits of the Irish mountains about the second week of May. The mildness of the climate in a latitude so far toward the north is due to the powerful influence of the warm Gulf Stream, and this also explains the verdure of the country at almost all periods of the year. A striking characteristic of the Irish mountains is that they, in general, rise abruptly from the plain, which gives them an appearance of greater altitude than they really possess; the highest peak in the island--that of Carn Tual in Kerry--being only a trifle over 3,400 feet. There is still another peculiarity of the Irish mountain system which strikes all tourists--the highland chains, for the most part, rise near the coast, and follow its course, thus making it one of the boldest and grandest in Europe, while some detached groups, such as the Galtee and Slieve Bloom ranges in Munster and Leinster, the Curlews in Connaught and Slieve Snacht in Ulster, seem to be independent formations.

The Irish lakes are numerous and, in general, picturesque. Lough Neagh in the north, Lough Corrib in the west, and Lough Dearg--an expanse of the Shannon--are the largest, but the most famed for scenery are those of Killarney in Kerry, Lough Dan in Wicklow, and Lough Gill in Sligo. The Irish rivers are many, and, in the main, beautiful streams. The Shannon is the greatest river in the realm of Great Britain and Ireland, while the Suir, the Barrow, the Nore, the Slaney, the Corrib, the Erne, the Foyle, the Boyne, and the Liffey are also considerable rivers and possess enough waterpower, were it scientifically utilized, to turn the wheels of the world's machinery. The Munster Blackwater, celebrated, like its sister river, the Suir, in the charming poetry of Edmund Spenser, is called, because of its peculiar loveliness, "the Irish Rhine." After a winding and picturesque course through the south of Munster, it falls into the ocean at Youghal--a town of which the famous Sir Walter Raleigh, of Queen Elizabeth's Court, was once mayor.

One-seventh of the surface of Ireland is computed to be under bogs--semi-spongy formations, claimed by some naturalists to be the decomposed relics of mighty forests with which Ireland was covered in remote ages. The aspect of these "moors," as they are called by the British, is dreary enough in winter, but at other periods they have their charms; the heather and mosses with which they are, in many places, thickly clothed, changing hue, as on the mountains, with every season. Nearly all of these bogs are capable of being reclaimed for agricultural uses, but the people do not desire their reclamation, for the reason that they furnish cheap fuel to most of the rural districts, where there is neither coal nor timber supply. Owing to the mildness of the climate, the cut and dried sods of "peat," called "turf," which resemble brown bricks, take the place of coal and wood, and make quite a comfortable fire. "Stone turf," produced by artificial pressure, and an extra drying process, makes almost as hot a fire as anthracite, but is much dearer than the ordinary article, which is softer and lighter. Indeed, the common Irish turf would be almost useless in our fierce winter weather. These fuel "reservoirs" can not be exhausted for ages to come. It is claimed that, by some mysterious process of nature, they renew themselves from time to time, after they have been "given a rest" by the turf-cutters. Many large bogs occupy the summits and sides of the mountains, and seem to be of the same character as those on the level land. Occasionally the high morasses shift their positions, like glaciers, only with a much quicker movement, and overwhelm, like the avalanche, everything in their path. These are called "the moving bogs." The last phenomenon of the kind occurred in the County Kerry a few years ago, when much property was destroyed and several lives were losome.

The Judge had grown thicker with Meshach, but the storekeeper merely listened and assented, and took no pains to incur another criticism on his motives. Meshach wore his great hat, as ever, to church and on festive days, and it was still derided, and held to be the town wonder. Vesta Custis often saw the odd little man come into church while she was singing, and she fancied that his large, coarse ears were turned to receive the music she was making, and she faintly remembered that once she had held in her hands that wonderful hat with its copper buckle in the band, and stiff, wide brim, flowing in a wave. More than that she knew nothing, except that the wearer was an humble-born, grasping creature--a forester without social propensities, or, indeed, any human attachments. The negro who abode under his roof was beloved, compared to the sordid master, and all testimony concurred that Meshach Milburn deserved neither commiseration, friendship, nor recognition. Her father, however, indulgent in all things, said the money-lender had a good mind, and was no serf.

Milburn had ceased to deal with negroes or dispense drams. His wealth was now known to be more than considerable. He had ceased, also, to lend money on the surrounding farms, and rumors came across the bay that he was a holder of stocks and mortgages on the Western Shore, and in Baltimore and Pennsylvania. The little town of Princess Anne was full of speculations about him, and even his age was uncertain; Jack Wonnell had measured it by hats. Said Jack:

"I bought my bell-crowns the year ole Milburn's daddy and mammy died. They died of the bilious out yer in Nassawongo, within a few days of each other. Now, I wear two bell-crowns a year. I come out every Fourth of July and Christmas. 'Tother day I counted what was left, and I reckoned that Meshach couldn't be forty-five at the wust."

Vesta Custis was only twenty years old when the townsfolk thought she must be twenty-five, so long had she been the beauty of Somerset. Her mother had always looked with apprehension on the possible time when her daughter would marry and leave her; for Judge Custis had long ceased to have the full confidence of his lady, whose fortune he had embarked without return on ventures still in doubt, and he always waived the subject when it was broached, or remarked that no loss was possible in his hands while Mrs. Custis lived.

THE FORESTERS.

Samson dropped the hat in wonderment.

"Make yourself decent," added Meshach; "I want you to drive. Go with me, and keep with me: do you understand?"

"Yes, marster."

When the negro departed, Meshach himself took up the tall, green, buckled hat, with the stiff, broad, piratical brim. He looked it over long and hard.

"Vanity, vanity!" he murmured, "vanity and habit! I dare not disown thee now, because they give thee ridicule, and without thee they would give me nothing but hate!"

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