"ent I goen to carry you home?" and with that he trotted away toI donna where; for, the first place I found myself in was on the top of a castle. "Over you go, Paddy Moran," says he; "have you any word to send to your relations?" carry you home; if you promise to bring her back to me to-morrow." "Oh! sir," says I, “ you may depend upon it." And wud out more to do, he calls out the mare—a fine horse she was as you'd see in a day's walk66 you en. I mounted her bare-backed, and ketched the halter. "Och, bother you," says I, had like to frighten me out of my senses with your mursha." "Faith, it is no mursha, Paddy Moran," says he, "and here you go," and wid that he pops to the bare edge of the top of the castle, and jirks me on his shoulder as if he would throw me over. Oh, by the Powers! I'll never forget the plop my heart made as it was about to lep out of my mouth with the fright; and I had no sooner recovered my breath, than my gentleman pops to the other side; and there I thought, faith, that if he was only joken before, he was now in earnest; for he leaned over half a mile as if he was goen to let me slip off his shoulder, as a body would let a sack of wheat slip off on a car. He didn't, though, for all that; but pops to the other side, and kept hopping about that way for an hour. Every minute I thought my life wasn't worth a smultheen; for sure, had he slipt with his ghoster, there was a clean end of us both. 'At last he says, "Now, Paddy, go home!" "How can I go, your honor?" says I, for I got afeard of him; and soft words never broke bones. "How!" says he; "walk, to be sure." "Good night, Paddy Moran," says my gentleman; and, before I could say "thank you, kindly," away flew my beast, while the fire flew from her eyes, feet, and nose. I hadn't time to say "God bless us," she ran so fast. I stuck in her mane; and, faith, it was well I did so, for nothen baulked her; she leaped over ditches and hedges, jumped down hills as high as this house, and dived through marleholes. For a while I stuck in her like a leech; but, finden my opportunity, I slipt off her back; she gave me a kick in the ribs, and then galloped her ways. When I got up I looked about me; and, seeing a fire at a little distance, I walked towards it. An ould woman sat by it carding flax. "God save you, Paddy Moran," says she; are you could?” "Troth, and I am, and thanky for axen," says I. Well, sit down and warm yourself," says she. So I did as I was desired; and soon after fell asleep. By-and-by a fellow comes up and began to thrush my head with a flail; I put up my hands and felt the blowstwo at a time. "Oh! ho!" says I, "this will never do." I jumped upwiped my eyes-and found that it was clear daylight, with Kate Murrogh's puckaan, standing on his two hind legs, ready to give me another thump. When I looked at myself, I found my clothes all covered with mud; and so I went home, and never afther forgot the Phooka; for, sure it was himself, and no other, that frightened me out of my life.' When Paddy had concluded, the company were so terrified that none of them would venture to go out alone, even to pull cabbages.‡ Ned Kava + Buck goat. Divination by cabbages is thus managed. A person, at twelve o'clock, goes into the garden blindfolded, and pulls the first head he touches with his or her hand. The appearance of this cabbage indicates whether their future partners are to be tidy or dirty; of much worth, or little good, &c. &c. nagh, soon after, began to manifest ing to hear another story from symptoms of weariness; and, the the granny relative to All Hallow hour being by this time rather late, Eve. the party withdrew, without wait GREECE. SHALL Mahomet's proud banners wave Of Christian Greece oppressed? Greece, sacred spot, dear land of Fame ! O'er thee, brave soil, that once defied Oh! 'twas not thus that Byron's name Oh! that each Greek were free once more, Where Persia's countless host, Dear paid each vain-sped boast! When the gore-crimsoned Ocean's wave Remember, Greeks, each age of Fame; Grasp Freedom's blade once more: VOL. I.-No. 10. 3 ο M. MEMOIR OF ARCHIBALD HAMILTON ROWAN, ESQ. THIS venerable patriot was born in the parish of St. Anne, Soho, London, on the 12th of May, 1751, O. S. His parents, however, were natives of Ireland. His father's family were descended from the Hamiltons of Scotland, and had been settled in the county of Down from the time of James the First; who, previous to his going to the English throne, had sent one of them to Ireland, to secure his interest in that kingdom. Mr. Rowan's maternal grandfather was a barrister, and a lay-fellow of Trinity College, Dublin. He died in London, where he had resided during the latter years of his life, and bequeathed his fortune to his grandson, who, henceforth, was to add the name of Rowan to that of Hamilton. His will contains the following words: I have made the above provision for my grandson, Archibald Hamilton, from personal affection; in hope that he will prove a learned, sober, honest, manlive unbribed-unpensioned; loyal to his king-zealous for the rights of his country-and a true Protestant, with out bigotry.' But as he considered Ireland at this period not calculated for inspiring the young mind with these sentiments, he interdicted his grandson from visiting the land of his fathers, until he had attained his fiveand-twentieth year. in company with his friend the lieutenant-colonel, Lord Charles Montague, governor of South Carolina, and brother to the Duke of Manchester. On his return from America, he visited the Continent, and spent some years in foreign travel; during which time he acted as second to G. R. Fitzgerald, in that gentleman's duel with Major Baggs, at Valenciennes. In 1781, he married Miss Dawson, an amiable and highly accomplished woman, whose affectionate tenderness, heroic fortitude, and prudent management, deserve more than a passing commendation. During the expatriation of Mr. Rowan, she exerted herself with that zeal, which women only are capable of; and contributed, by her excellent conduct, in no small degree to facilitate the restoration of her beloved husband to his family and country.* The subject of our memoir received the rudiments of a classical education at a private academy, previous to his entering Westminster School; and finished his studies at Cambridge, where he was fortunate enough to have for his tutor, Dr. Jebb, F.R.S.; who, while he lived, honoured Mr. Rowan with his private friendship. On leaving college, he obtained an ensigncy in the Huntingdon Militia; and, during the time of his holding this commission, he visited America, Mr. Rowan is the happy father of several children. His eldest son is captain of the Cambrian frigate; and the records of the British navy bear ample evidence of his undaunted bravery on more occasions than one. Another of his sons volunteered from the Tigre, on board Captain Fane's ship; and fell, fighting by the side of his commander, at the storming of Patomas. We suspect Mr. Peel himself would not require more decisive proofs of loyalty than have been evinced by Mr. Rowan's two sons. Shortly after his marriage, Mr. Rowan visited Ireland, where he soon acquired an unsolicited popularity by his generous interference in the wellknown case of Mary Neal. That warm-hearted people quickly recognised in him those qualities which they possessed themselves in an eminent degree. He was fearless, brave, and benevolent, an enthusiastic admirer of popular rights, and free from *The following anecdote of this lady is well-known:-In 1798, being on her way from Dublin to London, she stopped at Chester; and, while engaged in writing a let ter of business, the mayor of the town introduced himself into her apartment, for the purpose of seizing her papers, Mrs. Rowan, not at all intimidated, demanded by what authority he came; and, being told by that of the Corporation of Chester, she questioned his assertion, and very deliberately stood up--locked the door-and dispatched a note to the military commander of the town, of whom she had a slight knowledge. On that gentleman's arrival, he found the mayor a prisoner in Mrs. Rowan's apartment; and, on an explanation taking place, the chief magistrate of Chester declined examining the lady's papers, which were now offered to be submitted to him. |