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maids and wrinkled beldames bewail- in a snatch.' It got light in the nick, ing about thee;—but when thee diest, the moon having struck out from her die like a true heart the white foam black cloudy harbour into the broad for thy wiriding sheet, the roaring voice blue sea of Heaven. We tugged aback of the ocean for thy death-lament, and wi' heart and sinew, but all was quiet a noble bark for thy coffin. What can and silent above and about the place mate with the great sea ? Look thee, where she went down, as a grave at my son, it's beautiful at all times | midnight, and nought visible but the when it beats against the beach-rocks trailing feather o foam which the strong that hem it in, foaming and raging like brig left astern. I thought I heard a a madman wi' his fetters, as well as deep screech in the waters 'below Us when the waves be one and all asleep, 'twas fancy mayhar, but it hit'me hard · moving as gently as slumbering babies like a bullet. "I'was just as if my wi' the broad moon poring like a fond heart heard it afore my ear. It remindmauther above 'em. What though thee ed me against my will o' the night when diest, as the Hollanders had like to ha' my old father sunk ahaft the keel (as died an hour aback, in a cockle-shell we say), long ago. Presently up shot smack even then, thee goest out of a cask and few

spars,

then a shoal of the world like a man. You shall hear, hake, skate, and your beggarly ling, -brethren,” continued the stout Cornish some gasping, others quite dead wi mariner raising his voice as the dillos- their white bellies and glazed eyes glitkers gathered around him. “ The brig tering in the moonlight. We heard a was scudding away like a sea-bird above dash and a splutter windward, and upthe breeze, and we afearing nought, on looking about, to our awful wonder

, though 'twas dark as death, having eyed a little out-o'-sorts creature kickthose aboard that knew the course as ing and spluttering amid another troop well as the

way

to their hammocks, and O floating milk-bellies, and laying warranted coming a thwart o'liule 'pon among 'em wi' his arms, like a windthat tack, while the wind spoke Nor' mill in a hurricane. His face was lean, about. Anon the forward look-out, a hard, and tawny. It looked like old whistling time after he'd howled out his gold horribly tarnished by time, but dismal • All's well,' jumped upon the age could not wrinkle it. Sometimes cable-coil and shouted wi’all his breath, he stood aloft, and clamouring knee« 'Vast! avast! mates, helm a-lee and deep in the sea; then he sunk fathoms, about ship!-a sail a-head here, all and we saw nought of him for a time hands, yohoy ! Reuben roared, but again. We were one and all mortally 'twas too late. A sloop of a thing, wi' gallied at the sight, but the captain. all aboard snoring under hatches, lay The yawl lay like a log upon the wajust neast our bows. We crushed upon ters, while we stood to glowy at the her about midships, and rode her down wonder. Anon, however, the captain awfully-most awfully, by G--d. A doffed woollens, and, dashing among demurrage, for a second, succeeded the the pieces of wreck that now covered shock, and then on we went again as the sea's face, grappled the tawny one, if nought had mattered. She proved and towed him manfully alongside. to be a Dutch swab, lurking in yonder Upon hauling him aboard, smite me, seas for fish—or something richer may- cousins, but there was a most enormous hap. To put about, or bring to, in Hollander hanging by his legs, and he time for help, was impossible-more- came up, clumsily wriggling in the over every sand in the glass was gold to wake, like a thumping chub at the tail us. But the yawl was out, and three of a fisherboy's muckworm, ha! ha! hearties, with the captain himself, and But I must tellee, the whole crew (three my fool of a boy here, wer' aboard her Dutchmen and a black boy) was saved by line or spar, and preciously swabbed cled his brows, and while his bony left was the captain about it; howsomever, hand wandered lovingly among the light just as we'd hove in sight of your blaz- tresses of a sleeping girl, he supported ing hearth, he acked about, and bore its fellow on one of the bends of a huge away like a Geneva pink that has run black staff, warped and scotched by nafull upon a king's ship in a fog.” ture or art into the figure of a snake.

As Jasper Trevenny concluded his This was the Brehon King's sceptre, tale, the dillosk-gatherers were sum- the symbol of his authority, and all in moned to front about to the hearth, by his domains paid implicit obedience to the deep voice of their patriarch and the laws promulgated by him who Brehon King, old Fergus Consadine the weilded it, for the time being, on the wise. The Cornishman, who had en- oaken log of ages. Tradition and letered the hut with his boy to seek re- gend were fertile in its honour, but freshment after landing the Hollanders, neither Bard nor Shanaghos could narnow beheld for the first time, as the dil- rate the story of its mysterious origin. loskers opened on either side, the gaunt The general belief was, that it had old monarch of the beach. Although been vital, and would again resume its reposing on the oak-log, which had pristine nature, to the infinite peril of been the throne of his predecessors for man, if ever the old Tanistry laws and ages, it was plain, that, when erect, Brehon Kings should be banished from he towered far above even those of sur- Erin. passing stature who gathered around “ My sons,” says old Fergus to his him. His 'huge legs, encased in dark attentive dilloskers, “

you have heard brown leather trowsers instead of the ctis- enough from the Sassenach, to put every tomary hose, wandered along the floor, young limb among you in motion. seeming more like the main roots of a Far be it from one who sits on the oak giant oak in its senility, than the limbs of old times, to rise up against the fesof a man. His mantle of yellow* frieze, tivals which our fathers rejoiced in and curiously embroidered at the edges, was honoured-above all, so sacred a one thrown entirely from one shoulder, so as that of the Wren on the holy tide of as to reveal the bandel-cloth vest, and Saint Stephen-may the Bancointha* studded bark belt beneath it, and wail over poor Onagh, the dear child streamed down in great plenitude of of my child, when I do so! But, my fold to the base of his oaken throne. sons, the honours of the day are done His long hair was turned back in the --you have ensnared the kingly little ancient Glibb or Cooleen fashion, and Wren on the brown furze—you have surmounted by a burred or conical enthroned him in the green holly bush, woollen cap : moreover, it was of so set off with white love-knots and the peculiar a complexion' and wavy a na- fair tresses of your most comely virgins; ture, as (like the bard's of old) to be you have carried him far and near in compared to a living stream of milk. glory and state, and lastly, raised him His large features, worn as they were by time and mischance, bore an impos

The praises of the dead are sung prior ing similarity to a mouldering ruin of

to interment by the Bancoiatha or Coinwhich sufficient masses remain to shew

taghaun, who is hired by the friends of

the deceased for that purpose. A similar what it had been in the days of its custom prevails among the Greeks. Les glory. The transient smile upon the pleureuses publiques are mentioned by one, as the passing sunbeam upon the

Pouqueville, in his Voyage en Morée, and other, illumined but to expose.

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there seems to be lout little difference bewreath of the red sun-dried dillosk

tween their occupation and the Bancoin

tha's. The whole ceremony of a burial, weed, mingled with old laver, encir- as described by him, approaches remarka

bly near to a rural wake and funeral in The choice colour of the old Irish. Ireland.

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above your broard board while feasting his little ones." * Powers, now I on what men have bestowed on you, as have him," shouted Christy.; "the homage and gift to the king of all spirit of a father, said ye?-Paudrigg, birds.* 'Tis now near unto morning, ye're a fool—a caubeen entirely, boyand the reign of the Wren is over. It's a gold spirit!"-"A Lepreghaus?" Bestir yourselves, boys. Misfortune Ay that is he, as sure as Maccoul has come upon a crew of strangers on built the Binguthan—'tisn't the first myyour coast. They are now, perhaps, self saw.". “ Will we be able to get watching with eager eyes for the re- a clutch at the treasure he watches, mains of their wreck on the morning think ye?"_“Maybe yea, maybe nay, tide. They may lack a brotherly hand - but look, Paudrigg-by the holy to aid them. Away then, all of you— Lough Darragh* the creature's vanishprove yourselves strangers to the cursed ed.”—“ My grief then ! he heard us, blood of inhuman Kerry, and my bless-Christy, and sure enough he'll build up ing be on his head who proves first in a whole legion of rocks in a minute

, the good work !"

twin brothers the one he stands by, The young dilloskers tumultuously and we'll have no mark of his station." rushed out of the hut as old Fergus The whole body of dillosk-gatherers concluded, and hurried on towards the had by this time joined the two youths, beach; young Paudrigg Dooley, the and drank with greedy, ears the residue swiftest of foot among them, taking of their discourse. « But was it indeed the lead. Christy Scanlon, the next a gold goblin," think you, Paudring?" in repute for speed, as usual, outstrip- “ As sure as you're a simpleton, Dinped the mass of his companions, and nis,” replied Dooley to the inquirer; irod close upon the steps of Paudrigg. “ Christy himself said it was. The On emerging from a little valley dingle creature tallied to a hair with the song that broke abruptly upon the beach, he in the wake mummery-an't I right, came on a sudden in full view of the Christy ? timorous Dooley, not in high action as

" Aged and warped, and yellow was te, he had expected, but pale and motion- As the dry dead leaf beneath the tree,

On a crooked root he shivering sat, less as a wind-bleached hill-rock.

Till scared by the moth or flapping bat. “What happened you, Paudrigg ?" was Then round and over the gold grave shot, the young dillosk-gatherer's first ques

As if wbirl'd ly wiods-bu; left it not ;

'Twas a miser's ghost, a Lepreghann, tion on reaching his fellow. “ Is it elf- Whose doom is to watch from dark till dawn,

By the brown turf shroud where his own gold lies, struck ye are, man? or has one of old And keep it by craft from imortal eyes." Finn's giants been down from the Sliabh and scared you ? or maybe the heart's

“ I know 'twas a Lepreghaun," conkilt in your body by the cruel kiss of a

cluded Paudrigg; "and mark me, boys, wave girl.--Avoch! avoch! he's dead

there's coin in the crags.”—“ Coin!" dumb ! " Husht!

husht! asy, Scanlon,” said Jasper Trevenny, approaching: whispered Paudrigg; “ asy, boy Chris

“coin in the crags yander? What dost ty, and look above there."

" Where?
prate about?

Coin indeed! Why what?" eagerly inquired the youth. thee'd sooner find coin in a tin-shank.” “ Now see him,” replied Paudrigg, There was a lurking expression in the “ across the crake to the right of the bushes where the ship struck, and

* Lough Darragh was always accounted all died long ago when the sea flowed

holy. In a copy of the articles of faith,

which, it is said, was found in the pocket up to the glyon. It's the spirit of a

of priest Murphy, who was killed at the father cursing the rocks that wrecked all battle of Arklow, the 26th article runs

thus: -" We are bound to acknowledge The Wren feast is still kept up in the lake in the north to be holy, called Munster with the ceremonies detailed by Lough Darragh.” St. Patrick's pargatory the Brehou.

is situate on a small island in the lake.

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Cornish mariner's face which told the blows shattered the oak, which verily dillosker, that notwithstanding his proved to be a gold-coffin. sneering tone, he would willingly be All was mute. Trevenny was the convinced of the probability of dis- first who broke the long silence, by covering a treasure, even on the rough unconsciously uttering a short prayer, as unpromising skirts of the glynn; and Christy with a trembling hand dragged Dooley, who was unaccustomed to the forth a large heavy untanned bull's-hide pleasure of being attentively listened to, bag, from which the eloquent voice of immediately entered into an elaborate gold emanated at every jerk. detail of all the old proverbs and pithy They soon regained the dillosk-hut ; rhymes current on the subject. Jasper and no sooner had Scanlon thrown his continued to sneer, and interrupted the precious load upon the board, than dillosker from time to time by exclaim- Travenny attempted to sever the thongs ing, “Oh! thee'rt mazed, mun, clean which bound its mouth. His knife was gone, a' fool, mazed as a whether,” keen, but the tough hide altogether Nevertheless he moved with huge strides defied its edge; and the irritated Cortowards the creek. Christy in vain at- nishman growled forth a tremendous tempted to restrain his countryman's oath, as he suddenly drew his blade injudicious exposure of the gold grave athwart the bellying side of the gorged "to a Sassenach, who, by the look bag. A flood of tarnished silver and gold of him, would just murther a worm mingled with precious stones, (some of for the sake of his hide and fat. It which were naked, and others richly enwas a sin in the face of the country-- cased) streamed from the gash. Jasper so it was——to let a stranger share in the gazed in ecstasy upon the glorious specrich produce of the soil; meat and tacle for a moment. He then thrust a drink all were welcome to, but a Le- handful of the coins into his bosom, preghaun's gold none ought to touch and bathed his rough face in the mass. but a Milesian.”

“ I never was so freighted in my life,” The creek was forded with little dif- said he, appearing to be totally unconficulty, and, on reaching the crags, the scious of the dillosk-gatherer's presence. party took different paths, and earnestly " Mine, all mine-right Jacobuses, and sought out the treasure grave. Paudrigg true gold too, by Saint Joes." He thooght that the rocks were prodigious- next proceeded to replenish the bag; ly multiplied, and the sand (which ap- but Christy and his companions, who peared to have been recently disturbed had hitherto stood motionless, although in different places) he asserted was dug by no means indifferent spectators of up by the wary Lepreghaun and his the scene, suddenly rushed forward manifold fellow sprites, for the pur- with one accord, and laid hands upon pose of bothering them. Christy said the treasure. " Ah! what !” roared nothing; but, observing the Cornish- Trevenny, “ Hands off, you devils ! man preparing to seek round the little Pouch paws, 1 say, by blood else you'll rock, which he felt assured had been rue it. An' poison me but I'll scat the the goblin's temporary resting place, first he that meddles wi' a dollar dead the passionate youth violently wrested upo' the planchin.” At that moment a small hatchet from the belt of Paud- the door of the dillosk-hut began to rigg, and proceeded to cut up the hard tremble upon its hinges, and opening gravel and sand with such energy, as to slowly to its full extent, at length reattract the undivided attention of his vealed a stunted, gaunt-looking, yelanxious companions. In a few mo- low-visaged figure, tottering athwart ments his edge sunk deep in the side of the threshold.— It was the Lepreghaun ! a coffer, which lay buried in a cavity All eyes were at once fixed on the at the root of the crag; a few vigorous goblin, who advanced slowly towards

man.

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the board, and laid his brown palm on it melts not Trevenny. Harkye, chap, the naked arm of Trevenny. “What! so I suppose thee wast coming for thy flesh and blood after all ?” cried Jasper, gold across the seas?”'_“ In the frail as the Lepreghaun touched him. “Why vessel which you ran down last night mun, I counted 'pon seeing a pixy at in the roads. Wearily have I sought least, instead o' thou, my dainty bait- for my coffer since you put me on worm. What's come o' the Hollander shore." “ Sure !" quoth the Cornishporpoise we fished up in your wake, “ And pray who bees the rogue mun, eh?”—“We parted,” replied of a neevey thee tell's about.”—“His the supposed gold-goblin, to the name,” was the reply, “ is well known amazement of the dilloskers, here-Morty Quann.”—The Cornishparted on the beach-may he be as man staggered -“Quann! Morty successful in his quest as I have been Quann!" shouted he, “ Blood, Sarrah, in mine !”-“Quest! thine! What's how so? Quann, say'st thee? Here's thee prate about 'oosbert?" asked Tre- a land-shark, my cousins. He wants venny.--"This—ay—this is my gold,” 10 berogue us wilies and what not. firmly replied the diminutive creature. Let un swim, shall he ? Let un float “ Thine?” quoth Jasper, “ thine ? ha ! in a sieve, or a torn podger, shall he ? ha! why thee'rt witless. It's a godsend, We musn't be gallied out o' the gold my chap, a fee,

finder's chattels- so, brethren. This is the little nestlea float.”—" I buried it,” resumed the tripe we hoisted out o' the brine tosupposed sprite, “ beneath the glynn night, cronies.”—“ We!” said the crags, seaman, on the day when, in

other petulantly;

say not we, fellow. the extravagance of my affection, I en- To your chief I owe my life ;--but for dowed an unworthy nephew with the you—I might have perished before you bulk of my possessions, and demeaned would have thrust out a straw to aid me myself to sit as a guest at the board in my mortal strife.” “What, Sarrah !" where I might rightfully have presided cried Trevenny, his brow assuming a as lord of the feast. I was soon pun- deeper red : “ this to Trevenny of Lostished for my folly, cruelly punished by withel ? Jasper Trevenny that was the misdeeds of him in whom I had hunted from home for his milkiness placed my hopes. The allurements of in the matter o'float-flesh ? Stand the harlot, the wine-cup, and the games- aback, cousins--stand aback—I'll pitch ter, were too mighty for his youth. The un half way to Penzance at a jerk." old gold flowed in streams from the As he spoke, the passionate Jasper fountain-coffers of his ancestors; his moved round the board towards the broad lands passed away from his pos- old man, who, terrified at his threats, session, and the plough of the stranger hastily retreated to the vacant Brehon furrowed his hearth. Shame for his throne, and, leaping upon it, loudly guilt at length drove him from the land calling upon the dislosk-gatherers for of his fathers, to wander an outcast

protection.

“ Save me, my sons," upon the face of the earth. What had said he,

save me from the knife I to do in Erin then? I left the land of the robber. Visit not the sins of in madness, and heeded not my buried my nephew upon me ;-forget if you gold. I return a pauper, bitterly sen- can, that your patriarch's grand-child sible of its value in all parts of the was a victim to his guiles. Give world, and solemnly claim my own. me a weapon at least ! Does no one It is equally valuable to me now with stand out? Are ye Irishers ? Is there the very blood of life,

-“ Come,

not one of my old faction—not a single thee'st a good running tackle,” said O'Dwyer among ye?"-"My mother Jasper ; “ the coin o'thy tongue's mint was one, Sir Morough; for him I take may pass current enough wi' clods, but you to be," shouted the tempestuous

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