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writ de heretico comburendo, which had cloud of courtly disfavour as himself: placed fire and faggot at the disposal above all, that Porter, whom he looked of the dominant creed, whatever that up to as a pattern of probity and wis. might be at any particular time; and dom, should share in it, pained and an Act against profane cursing and distressed him. He was soon to be swearing, a vice frightfully prevalent relieved on this score. in both countries since the reactionary As Lord Capel's malady increased, influence of the Restoration had repu- and his danger became more imminent, diated the virtues with the treason of those of his party who had gone the the Puritans, all the most important greatest lengths in opposition to the measures of this Parliament will have independent and upright policy of the been enumerated - some of them in. disgraced privy councillors were filled deed by anticipation, as it continued with alarm. They knew that on the its sessions until the beginning of the Lord Deputy's life hung their sole year 1698-9.

tenure of authority. Once he was Before that time, an event had oc- gone, the whole fabric of the faction curred which materially altered the he had formed would crumble to pieces. face of affairs in Ireland. Lord Capel In fear and haste they repaired to the had come to the country an invalid. sick man's chamber at Chapelizod; His letter of July, 1694, alludes to his but they found him too much exhaustillness. His malady gained ground, ed to assist personally at their deliberaand based the skill of his physicians.

tions. Under these circumstances, they At Chapelizod, a village delightfully drew up a warrant for creating certain and salubriously situated in the valley parties Lords Justices, in the hope that, of the Liffey, a few miles westward on the Lord Deputy's death, the Gofrom Dublin, are still shown the traces vernment might be considered as surof an old mansion, called the King's viving in these functionaries, at least House, which had been purchased from until his Majesty's pleasure should be the Eustace family by Charles II., and known, and so the inmediate entrance formed the country residence of the of their opponents at the open doors of viceroys, until the Phænix Park was office be prevented. To this instru. enclosed and built upon. Thither the ment they affixed the Privy Seal; but Lord Deputy had retired during the when it came to having the docquet spring of 1696, partly to prove the in- committed to the clerk, they hesitated vigorating virtues of the air, partly as to trust him, fearing lest the public a refuge from the fatigues of govern

should discover before the proper moment. About the same time Sir ment--that is, as we must conclude, Richard Cox, himself in precarious before the decease of the Lord Deputy health, had sought in England a relief -into whose hands the reins of Góc from those anxieties which the con- vernment were to be committed. In tinued hostility of the Court could not the end, they abandoned the project fail to engender in a sensitive mind for the time. Another draft met with like bis. There he had favour and the same fate. At last, in the month friendship to support him. Sydney had of May, seeing the Lord Deputy's life once declared that he never would lose fast drawing to a close, Brigadier Wolsesight of the champion of perilled liber- ley and Mr. Stone agreed to take a dety and the associate of his labours for cisive step: they accordingly repaired the pacification of Ireland. He now to the house of Sir Richard Cox in showed that he had not forgotten his Dublin, during his absence in Eng. promise. Godolphin respected him for land, for the purpose of obtaining from his judicial skill and integrity. The his clerk the signet which was then in Southwells loved him—the one for his bis keeping. The clerk not being in unremitting labours in furtherance of the way, the intruders unceremoniousthe trade and commerce of his coun. ly broke open Cox's chamber-door, try; the other for his philosophic ac

and ransacked his desk and papers, quirements and literary tastes, as well until they found the seal, which they as for his public and private virtues. forthwith affixed to a new warrant; Notwithstanding all these supports, and then spurred for Chapelizod, urged however, his spirits continued to be by the apprehension of Capel's death oppressed by the thonght that so many occurring before they should have acwhom he regarded lay under the same complished their object. He was alive when they arrived; but the most diffi. what was currently insinuated, that cult part of the business was yet to be Capel had himself been privy to the faperformed. A patent was prepared, brication of some of the charges against constituting Morrogh Viscount Blesin. him, on the occasion of the Parliamenton and Williain Wolseley, Esquire, tary impeachment. On the other hand, Master of the Ordnance, Lords Jus. the Lord Deputy lay, enervated by tices during his Majesty's pleasure, or sickness, on his dying bed; and, even if until the Lord Deputy should be re- his followers had been ready to hazard stored to his health. This patent bore the consequences of an interview, would date the 16th of May. But before it himself naturally have shunned the apcould have any effect, the Great Seal proach of one he had so deeply offend. would have to be affixed to it; and this ed. What the Chancellor foresaw took was in the custody of the Chancellor, place. The interview was declined ; Porter. On the morning of the 17th, and that personage peremptorily rethis functionary was summoned to fused to affix the Great Seal to the Chapelizod, and there required by patent, without the express authority Blesinton and his friends to place the

of the Lord Deputy. seal to the instrument they laid before All was confusion. A meeting of him. Porter bethought him a moment, the Chief Judges, the Attorney and and then expressed a desire to see the Solicitor-Generals, and some of the Lord Deputy. This they dared not Council, was held at Chapelizod, to concede. "The breach between Capel consider what was to be done at that and Porter had continued unrepaired. critical moment; but their consultaThe latter stood firm in conscious in. tion was fruitless-the Chancellor was tegrity of purpose, having besides deep immoveable and in a few days Lord injuries to resent, if we may believe Capel died.




THERE stand a beech and a sycamore
On a grassy bank by the winding shore ;
Often at noon the wavelets there

Around the rocks in whispers glide,

Kissing and kissing each his bride, And play with their sea-weed hair ;

And at eve, when the sun enshrines the crest Of the tall black mountains beyond in light,

When the ebbing waters leave the strand,

Across the long, long waste of sand,
There leadeth a fiery pathway bright

To the glory in the West.
Two names are carved on the beechen bark;

They were graven there at the twilight hour,
When the Angel of Sleep came sailing by,

And closed the cup of each wearied flower;
And through the purple-columned gates,

The golden valvèd gates of the Night,
Gone was the car of the King of Day,

And his glorious train was fading away,
As it neared the palace-home that waits

In the far-off islands dimly seen,
Dreamily crimson, dreamily, green,

Veiled by the sea of light.

Two were there by the beechen stem.

He that carved the names on the tree
Was noble and young, and the light on his brow

Shone with a joy that was fair to see;
And she that sat on the turf below,
The grassy marge that fringed the tide,

Sloping adown the winding shore.
The carver's face, and the carver's hand,

Watched with the earnest eyes of a bride,
The deep and loving eyes of a bride,

The ever-following eyes of a bride ;
And her voice when she spoke was soft and low,

Like a harp that the wind sighs o'er.

The smile on his face was the smile that lit

The joyous glow of the evening west ;
But the smile on bers, that ever was turned,
Half in sadness and half in joy,
On all in the world that she loved best,

Was the smile in the evening east that lies,
Where the clouds are tinged with a fainter hue,
And the quiet, silvery, trembling moon

Looketh adown from the deepening blue,
And here and there a dreamy star
Telleth of glories strange and far,

In the great and solemn skies.

Deeper and deeper soon became

Under the hand of the youth each name ; And he carved a circle round and round,

To mark the undivided life

Of the love-lit path that lay before.
As through the calm, with quiet sound,
Came the fall of the rising water,

It seemed to the heart of the fair young wife
That the sea one strain for ever brought her,

The sea that toward a summer shore
Would waft them on the coming morrow,

Far from the early home, that lay

Sleeping there by the sleeping bay;
But the strain of the sea was tuned to sorrow,

And sad in her ear, like a low farewell,
The cadence died of the long soft swell,

Nevermore! nevermorel nevermore !"

Over the trees and the winding bay
Many a summer bloomed and smiled,

Many a winter wailed and wept;

Ever the summer waters slept, Ever the winter surges wild Dashed on the rocks in stormy play.

Once at last,—in the autumn time,

When the sycamore boughs were brown and bare,
And the few and reddened leaves of the beech
At every blast flew up in the air,

And sailed far out to sea
There came an old man with hair of grey,
And the light of his brow was furrowed away ;
He leant on his staff before the tree,
And sought the names, but nought saw he ;
Round and round the tree he passed,
In doubt and fear, till he found them at last,

And he knew her name before his own,
Old they were, and crooked, and worn,

Half filled up, and half o'ergrown;
He kissed the loved name o'er and o'er,

And then he sat down wearily
In the red leaves fallen under the tree;
While ever and ever sang the sea

In deep and solemn tone.

He saw the fiery path of light
Across the tide-forsaken sands,

Till sank the sun in the kingly west ;
And he thought of her who was sleeping there,
Far beyond, with folded hands,

And the daisies looking up from her breast To Heaven in living prayer. He watched her name through the twilight dim, And knew not that she was watching him; He, with the thin and scattered hair, White with the snow-drifts piled by care, White with the ever-swelling foam Of the waves of Time that bore him home;

She, with the starry crown of light

By the angel-warders of glory given, When first to the gate of her Father's city

Came the lost child of the King of Heaven ;
He watched her name with a pilgrim's gaze,

Sad and longing, tired and lonely,
As if the star of Hope afar
To guide him up cach toilsome mile

Glimmered ever, but glimmered only;
But she watched him with a heaven-lit smile,

And in her calm and loving eyes

The silence spoke of Paradise. There came a voice to the wanderer's heart

Was it the soundless spirit-voice
Of her who bent above him there,

That made his wearied soul rejoice ?
Or was it the solemn glorious tone
Of the long deep hush of the waves alone ?
There came a vision fair to see

To the pilgrim's longing, waiting eye;
For through the rifted vault of the sky

He saw the heavenly city shine,
And the far-off light of the crystal sea;

And he saw the rainbow play of the walls,

And the snowy sheen of the gates of pearl,
Gates that were open eternally ;
The golden streets, and Life's fair tree

Above the wave of Life's fair river,
And over all, the Eternal light

Flooding with glory all for ever.
And high the song of triumph swelled,

The victory-hymn to martyrs given ;
And softly flowed on the holy air,
As friend met friend on the golden stair,
Words of love, and words of prayer,

In the music-speech of Heaven.
And like a sound of the


The great old sea, to the echoing shore,
Sang, with a deep-toned voice and strong,
In awful gladness a mighty song-
« Evermore l-evermore!_evermore !"

A. E. M.

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