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Grey twilight upon Epiton breaks dimly o'er the leas-
The open dawn on Epiton two glorious armies sees : [sword;
Rides through the ranks the Norman Chief, and waves the insulting
Stout Harold on the English side defies the bostile horde.
“ Hol gallant men of merry Kent-úp to the coming fray!
Hol yeomen of the Sussex wolds, yours be the joy to-day,
I lead you to the field of fight-I, whom of old ye

Hurrah! hurrah for Harold !_down with the Norman foe!
The armies close with many a shout, the hurtling arrows fly,
And Normans and stout Englishmen rush to the conflict by.
See ! William with his mighty blade hews down the Saxon host;
See ! Harold with his brethren twain makes void the Norman boast.
Hark to the crash of axe and sword-low corse is heaped on corse,
And wildly o'er the trampled field dash scattering troops of horse ;
And shouts of madness rend the air, and strong shafts fly like snow.
Hurrah ! burrah for England down with the Norman foel
The blood flows to the saddle girths, and rages still the fight:
The Normans waver-hear ye not King Harold's shout of might?
“Down with the cravens! Englishmen, to glory follow me!
And drive them from our thralless shores into the sounding sea.
Beat back the Bastard and his host, of France the vassal crew
Let not a single man escape, as ye are brave and true.”
On went they in the maddening track of conquest-blenched not one:
Alas! alas for England 1-King Harold's death is done.

One flying arrow turned the fate of that unworthy day,
And there was grief in Epiton, and ended was the fray.
They raised an abbey where he fell, tbey wrote his blazon high,
Where Harold the unconquered lay, his waving standard by :
And William and his Queen Mathilde to royal London came,
And kingly honours did they add to his triumphant name:
Yet chant the monks in Epiton, for aye, from sun to sun,
“ Alas! alas for England l--King Harold's death is done.”

And the haughty Mathilde,

The stern and self-willed,
Had married for power, and now was a queen:

And queenly indeed was that arrogant eye,

So brilliant, yet cold, did its quick glances fly; And regal indeed were her voice and her mien.

Emilie Montmorenci and Mary O'Connor,

Her two maids of honor,
Used to wonder what ailed her, and frequently strove

To find out the mystery,

And forestall this history ; Inexperienced creatures ! they dreamt not of love:

For though Miss Montmorenci

Had many a fancy-
And she of Hibernia, the beautiful Mary,

As bright as a fairy,
Had long lost her heart, being rather unwary,
Yet their bosoms with passion had never been filled,
As when Brictric of Bristow was loved by Mathilde.
When friends who have loved in the season of youth

Know the chill of estrangement, how darkly apart
Each stands in his solitude, even though ruth
And sorrow are felt in the depths of the heart.

Having read Christabel,
You all know full well

How Roland and Leoline quarrelled of yore:

Each in loneliness stood,

While life's headlong flood
Between them rushed on, to be brothers no more ;
And if man thus remain, how more bitter 'twill prove
When woman's warm spirit has quarrelled with Love.
So the love of Mathilde was turned into hate,
And long in her heart was the troubled debate,
How Brictric might make a severe expiation
For his mode of concluding that Flemish flirtation.
She contemplated tortures of every kind-

Racks, thumbscrews, tight boots, and hot irons and pincersOnly

fearing her spouse might perchance be behind

To sanction the use of those charming convincers :
Had Mathilde been Queen Regent, poor Bric very soon
Would have wished an exchange with the man in the moon :

For the ladies, when they

Can get their own way,
And obtain a revenge on their ci-devant lovers,

Are barbarous quite,

In the way they requite, For their ancient attentions those unlucky rovers ; And if any young gentleman, reading this story, Has broken off courtship that seemed con amore, Let him emigrate-anywhere—Berlin—Bencoolen Ere he has to pay scot for his amorous fooling. Who has not passed on with the animate tide Which chokes up the beautiful vale of Cheapside ? Which from morning till even resounds with the fusses Of perilous safety-cabs, populous 'busses ; Where cads are all raving the people to flurry“ Bank,” “ Blackwall,” “ Whitechapel,”, Charing-cross,” “Surrey ;" Where, except you have marvellous quickness of vision, You'll be shattered to atoms by constant collision; Your hat will be jammed into shapeless grotesqueness, Your coat will be fractured to queer picturesqueness ; You'll arrive at your dwelling with hardly a rag on, Anatomised perhaps by a wandering wagon.

'Twas there one day

In a cabriolet
Young Bric was driving a lady gay
(Who it was I would willingly tell you, but cant-
Perhaps 'twas his cousin, or sister, or aunt),
And the Queen, driving that way to purchase some pearls,

Was caught by his curls

(Much admired by the girls),
And a glance of revenge at the flatterers hurls ;
Forgetting her errand, and homeward returning,
Her wild heart for vengeance unceasingly yearning,

Without let or stay,

She soon made her way.
To where strode the Conqueror, taking a walk on
The banks of the river, with greyhound and falcon.

The Queen, out of breath

(So history saith),
Implored him to put her dear Brictric to death;

And to furnish occasion,
With some hesitation,

Half told him the tale of her little flirtation :

“ Humph !” said Will, with a puff,

- There's reason enough,
Though it's little I care for your amorous stuff ;
But you know, dear, I've dealt such a number of whacks on
The unlucky back of the innocent Saxon,
That really -

“ Now do!
My dear William, if you
Have any regard for your darling Mathilde."
“But would not,” he said, “your desire be fulllled,

If I just lock him up-take away all his lands,

And leave the estates and the key in your hands ?
I think the idea's exceedingly good:
Will that please you?”

The bright-eyed Mathilde thought it would.

And now, shall I tell how the unlucky Bric

In the midst of his love-making, wine-drinking prime,
Was thrown into Winchester Castle, to pick

Oakum for ever-a match against time?
How, while he in the dungeon grew pallid and lean,
The rents of his lands were received by the Queen ?
How his misery was heightened by many a vision
Of the charmers he knew in those days most elysian,
When the surface of gay life he cut such a dash on,
And was hailed, like Count D'Orsay, the leader of fashion ?

How he oft execrated

The levity fated,
Which inducing flirtation, had utterly chilled his
Prospects of fun, by that breach with Mathildis ?
How he intimate got with some sociable spiders,
Who, save himself, were the only insiders,
And told them his griefs o'er and o'er confidentially,
Although they could scarcely console him essentially?

How he raved at each blackguard

Who, while he grew haggard,
Was beating his copses and fishing his rivers

The rascally sinners

Who, giving good dinners,
Gathered together all their friends and his too
At bis castles of Gloucester, and Sarum, and Bristow,
Who, ignoring poor Bric, toasted only the givers ? -
No: it passes description-we'll pass it all by-
As did Mathildis--and left him to die.

MORTIMER COLLINS. CURRAN'S SKETCHES OF THE IRISH BAR. When the late Mr. Campbell under- gratify and amuse, if not to instruct, took the editorship of “ Colburn's its readers by its exbibitions. But in New Monthly Magazine,” he succeed- no respect whatever is it to be comed in persuading Nr. Curran, who had pared with the “Sketches of the Irish been lately called to the Irish bar, and Bar.” We have the men — the pracwhose life of his father bad given him tising barristers - not inaccurately high literary distinction, to contribute nor injudiciously portrayed ; but there to the Magazine occasional papers on is a total absence of the interest which subjects connected with Ireland. in the volumes before us is never ab

In a wish to comply with Mr. Camp- sent, and which arises from the perfect bell's request originated a series of picturing of every surrounding cirpapers, entitled “ Sketches of the

cumstance — you always have scenic, Irish Bar," which acquired immediate often even stage effect. Lockhart's popularity, and gave a very high cha- descriptions of Scottish advocates in racter to the publication in which they his “ Peter's Letters," and Lord Cockappeared. Professional occupation burn's, in his “Life of Jeffrey,” make soon interfered with Mr. Curran's some approach to this power, which power of regularly continuing the both the Irish writers possess in nearly series, and his friend Mr. Sheil wrote equal degree. It is probable that the and published in the same magazine contrasts between barbarism and civil. several sketches drawn up on pretty isation which Ireland still presents much the same plan with those written and presented yet more obtrusively at by Curran. It was natural that read. the time these sketches were written, ers should suppose all to have been now more than thirty years ago-have by the same writer ;-the same tone of created this distinction between the politics prevailed throughout ;-a slen- volumes before us and those to which der thread of fiction, often forgotten we have referred. In England the or disregarded by the writers, con- barrister is, or seeks to be, the mere nected the several papers into what logician. He is in a land where, if his would seem to be a series. An English- audience are swayed by prejudices man visiting Ireland, is supposed to and in no country are there prejudices attend every now and then the law more unreasonable and more ineradi. courts in Dublin or in the provinces, cable-he must assume their existence and to record the impressions made on as a thing equally indisputable with him by the leading counsel in the cases the fact, that the grass is green, and he listens to. We believe that both that the rose is red. The movements writers occasionally make use of this of his argument are within a limited convenient mask. Such peculiarities circle – his eloquence is necessarily of character as distinguish the various confined within a meagre and wretched classes of society in Ireland are intro. dialect, where any effort to disturb duced with great skill. The crowds babitual associations would be resentthat throng the courts in Dublin form ed in the same spirit in which those a part of the picture, without which who forgot everything else in Burke all the rest would be imperfect. Per- used to remember a false quantity in haps Dublin presents more of this his pronunciation of a Latin sentence. class of excitable idlers than any other We believe that then and now in Irecity in the world. A clever volume land legal principles were as perfectly of essays, originally published in the known, and that adjudications were as “Examiner," in the year 1818,* de- just in Ireland as in England; while scribes the barristers at that time en- in Ireland one great advantage existed gaged in successful practice in the - the Irish barrister avoided, as far courts of Westminster, and gives an as he at all could, what Bushe calls, account in many respects calculated to “ the absurd mystery of the style."

* "Criticisms upon the Bar," &c. By "Amicus Curiæ.” London : 1819.

In the “ Sketches of the Irish Bar ". This circumstance rendered it desirwe now speak of Mr. Sheil's as well able to have the papers reprinted, as Mr. Curran's sketches - the cha- and made it necessary that in every racters of some eighteen or twenty reprint their several papers should be practising barristers are given. Of assigned to the respective authors, as these there is no one of whom there the partnership of Mr. Curran and Mr. do not remain recorded law arguments ;

Sheil, in what was in no true sense a and wbat is remarkable in all and each connected work, was but an apparent is, that the style is always so perfectly one. It is probable that neither author lucid and intelligible, so little veiled saw the productions of the other till in the language of technicalities, that their appearance in the Magazine. a judgment of Plunket's, for instance, In a former number of this journal or a law-argument of Saurin’s, is as some account has been given of perfectly intelligible to any educated “ Sheil's Sketches,” by a fellow-laman, who reads it with fair application bourer of ours. In this we shall conof his mind, as if it were a speech in fine our observations to Mr. Curran's, parliament, or a leader in the Times. referring to Mr. Sheil's only when they In actual reasoning, we should not are, in some way, illustrative of matters think of making a higher claim for brought before us in the book which is the Irish barrister than for his Scot- the proper subject of our notice. tish or English brother ; but we think The general interests of truth would it undeniable, that in the power of alone render it fitting that the kind of exposition he is greatly superior. He mystery connected with any publication does not disdain to render himself in which an author's name is concealed, intelligible to those who have not should, when the motives for such conbeen educated in technical language; cealment have passed away, be perfectly and he seems, at least, to refer to removed, so as to leave no doubt whathigher principles of general truth than ever on the subject. In the case of joint the English expositor of the laws; authorship, there may occasionally be a while, in common with the English- difficulty arising from the authors themman, he has a language which is selves being unable to distinguish much more manageable than the dia- their respective parts. Here no such lect consecrated to Scottish law. But difficulty exists, and here there is a the discussion is one which we will not peculiar necessity almost for the sepanow pursue. This book is more inte. ration of the writings of Mr. Curran resting than either the Scottish or Eng- and Mr. Sheil. In the original conlish books, with which it is most na- formation of Mr. Sheil's mind, and turally to be compared. And it is, that of his friend, are very strong points after all, little matter whether this of difference. With a mind exceedingly arises from the author of the book fertile in every description of illustrabeing a cleverer fellow than the authors tion; with a quickness of wit which of the books we have mentioned, or often, very often, reminds us of what is from his having the good fortune of recorded of bis father ; with imagery having a better subject. Both causes rapidly presenting itself and finding have, we think, contributed to the instant expression in words of singular effect.

felicity, there is throughout Curran's An American publisher has reprinted writings great sobriety of thought, “ The Sketches of the Irish Bar” so continual reference to elementary princarelessly, as even to preserve the most ciples of government and of society, as obvious misprints of the original pub- though it had been the subject with lication—so ignorantly as to ascribe him of habitual thought and study, and the papers all to the same person. This not, as it too often appears in the works mistake might have been pardoned, of his coadjutor, as if a proposition of but not so as to the next, for there Montesquieu or Locke was snatched was such an absence of good faith in up at the moment for some mere party the transaction that, as we learn from purpose. Actual distrust, indeed, is the editor of Sheil's “Sketches Legal often created, of what the essayist and Political,” he has had the assur- most wishes to press upon his readers, ance to pretend, in his preface, that by his representing some poor sophism “his compilation was undertaken with as if it were not alone his own infer. the approbation and authority of Mr. ence, in which he might be, without Sheil himself.”

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