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great cause of the war to some miserable points of petty differences, in which Russia is to the full as much in the right as her adversaries. Add to this, that in our ignoble pursuit of this same alliance, we have outraged every sentiment which for years we have been professing, and given a flat denial to all the hopes of liberty we have encouraged throughout the whole Italian peninsula. Assuredly, if our object was to assail despotism and its policy, Austria should not have been the ally of our choice.
“She has kept all her engagements," said Lord Clarendon, in his reply to Lord Lyndhurst's admirable speech. “She has kept all her engagements ?
Which of them, we would ask, has she adhered to ? Is it the first that if the Russians crossed the Pruth, she would regard it as a casus belli ? Is it the second - wherein she pledged herself to move, if the Russian army crossed the Danube ? Is it the treaty of January last - when she stipulated, that if peace were not ratified, or in progress of ratification by the time then stated, that she would then arrange with the Western Powers the terms of a military convention ?
Here are three pledges—which of them has she kept? To be sure, our foreign secretary, with a zeal above discretion, volunteers the explanation, by assuring us that Austria only waited till we were successful! That had Šebastopol fallen or Cronstadt been taken, we should have Austria heart and soul in our cause. Let us not undervalue the admission. Let us rather treasure it as the only true expression of opinion with which the present Government have favoured us—the only solitary instance in which they treated us to a fact.
Lord Clarendon also informs us, that our successes were always welcomed at Vienna, and our cause had all the sympathy of Austria. Who could have so grossly misinformed him? In all which calls itself society at Vienna, but one opinion, one wish prevailed—and that was for the success of the Russian arms. The army, in every rank, from that of field marshal down to its lowest lieutenant, had no other desire than to see France and England humbled. How could it be otherwise, in a service where scarcely a superior officer could be seen without a Russian decoration, and where many actually enjoy Russian pensions ?
The expression of Austrian sympathy for Russia was the more remarkable, that Austrian officials, whether in the civil or military services, are especially guarded - never evincing anything like a personal predilection in a question of politics. Had the pro-Russian tendency, then, been one likely to meet disapproval in high quarters, how many would have dared to avow it? Is it not more natural to suppose that they knew such to be the temper and such the leaning of the Government ?
Of all the absurdities yet broached about the state of feeling of the Continent, I know of none to equal this assertion of Austrian sympathy. I am here speaking of what I know, and I assert, without a qualification, that this is not the sentiment of Austrians of rank, nor is it the feeling of the army. England of late years has been the reverse of popular in Vienna ; nor is there a city where, without peculiar and personal claims, our countrymen meet with less courtesy and attention. What treatment our travellers experience at the hands of police and passport-people let the columns of our own newspapers reveal.
To say, therefore, that our cause is regarded with favour, and that our success would be hailed with joy amongst them, is to assert what no English resident of Austria would credit - no native Austrian would expect you to believe.
Lord Lyndhurst avers, that if no actual treaty exist between Russia and Austria, that certainly a distinct understanding subsists between them. But who is to say that no actual treaty — no distinctly drawn up and concerted document - does not bind each to his separate part in this grave emergency? He would be, to my thinking, a very rash man who would reject this possibility a possibility which, under reflection, becomes more and more like a probability.
If we pass under review all that Austria has done since the outbreak of this war, and then contrast with it what she might have done, the supposition assumes a very plausible shape. Nor is there in such a line of policy anything inconsistent with her practice, or adverse to her traditions. I could quote acts of even greater and deeper treachery during the progress of the late troubles in Italy
On the other hand, mark the tone of Russia in all her intercourse with Aus. tria : how remote from that of a Government in daily expectation of a rupture ; what interchange of compliments — what bartering of orders, and decorations, and old uniforms of the defunct Czar!
Do the terms of such an intercourse suggest thoughts of estrangement and hostility; or are the autograph letters handed by Count Esterhazy and General Gortchakoff missives of defiance and insult?
Away, then, and for ever, with the flimsy pretext of an alliance it was a disgrace to have sought for, but worse than a disgrace to have accepted in the measure it was accorded. Austria is not with us; but, I repeat again, she dares not be against us! Let this be the guiding spirit of all our diplomacy with regard to her – a tone of calm and resolute defiance, and her enmity will be less to be feared, and her friendship not less valuable.
As she is not our ally, admit her to none of the privileges of alliance ; while the tramp of her squadrons has not been heard, do not listen to the voice of her diplomacy. She is treacherous — she is Machiavelian, but with all that she is powerless! She maintains an army of half-a-million, and it is the mere police of her own kingdom, and beyond the frontier of her misruled territory she is not to be dreaded.
It is the bane of our public men that they possess little personal acquaintance with foreign countries. The language held by Ministers with regard to Austria is a strong illustration of this ignorance. Let us hope that the delusion is not to last for ever, and that when measures of menace towards Piedmont* are added to the insulting tone assumed by journalists to the Western Powers, we may at length awake to the conviction, that the Austrian alliance is not the great boon that our rulers have called it,
Forty thousand fresh troops are to be sent into Italy, and a strong force assembled on the Ticino and the Austro-Sardinian frontier.
“ Didn't I tell you how it would be ?" said Billy, as he re-entered the kitchen, now crowded by the workpeople, anx. ious for tidings of the sick man. head is relieved, the con-jestive symptoms is allayed, and when the artarial excitement subsides, he'll be out of danger."
“Musha but I'm glad,” muttered one ;“ he'd be a great loss to us."
“ True for you, Patsey ; there's eight or nine of us here would miss him if he was gone.”
“ Troth he doesn't give much employment, but we couldn't spare him," croaked out a third, when the entrance of the Corporal cut short further commentary; and the party now gathered around the cheerful turf fire, with that instinctive sense of comfort impressed by the swooping wind and rain that beat against the windows.
“ It's a dreadful night outside ; I wouldn't like to cross the Lough in it," said one.
“Then that's just what I'm thinking of this minit,” said Billy.
« I'll have to be up at the office for the bags at six o'clock.”
“ Faix you'll not see Leenane at six o'clock to-morrow."
“Sorra taste of it,” muttered an. other; " there's a sea runnin' outside now that would swamp a life-boat."
“I'll not lose an iligant situation of six pounds ten a-year, and a pair of shoes at Christmas, for want of a bit of courage,” said Billy; " I'd have
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my dismissal if I wasn't there, as sure as my name is Billy Traynor.”
“And better for you than lose your life, Billy," said one.
“And it's not alone myself I'll be thinking of,” said Billy; “but every man in this world, high and low, has his duties. My duty,” added he, somewhat pretentiously, “is to carry the King's mail; and if anything was to obstruck, or impade, or delay the correspondence, it's on me the blame would lie."
“ The letters wouldn't go the faster because you were drowned," broke in the Corporal.
“No, sir,” said Billy, rather staggered by the grin of approval that met this remark, “ No, sir ; what you observe is true. But nobody reflects on the sintry that dies at his post."
“If you must and will go, I'll give you the yawl,” said Craggs; "and I'll go with you myself.”.
Spoke like a British Grenadier," cried Billy, with enthusiasm.
“ Carbineer, if the same to you, master,” said the other, quietly; “I never served in the infantry.”
“ Tros Tyriusve mihi,” cried Billy; " which is as much as to say41. To storm the skies, or lay siege to the moon,
Give me one of the line, or a heavy dragoon ;' “ It's the same to me, as the poet says."
And a low murmur of the company seemed to accord approval to the sen
“I wish you'd give us a tune, Billy," same to which a reverend divine wrote said one, coaxingly.
his words of " The night before Larry " Or a song would be better," ob. was stretched ;” and in a voice of a served another.
deep and mellow fulness, managed with « Faix,” cried a third, “'tis himself considerable taste, sungcould do it, and in Frinch or Latin if ye wanted it.”
"A fig for the chansons of France, - The Germans was the best I ever Whose meaning is always a riddle; knew for music," broke in Craggs. I The music to sing or to dance was brigaded with Arentscheld's Hano- Is an Irish tune played on the fiddle. verians in Spain ; and they used to sit To your songs of the Rhine and the Rhone outside the tents every evening, and
I'm ready to cry out jam satis ; sing. By Jovel how they did sing
Just give some thing of our own all together, like the swell of a church In praise of our Land of Potatoes.
Tol lol de lol, &c. organ.” “Yes, you're right," said Billy, but
"What care I for sorrows of those evidently yielding an unwilling consent Who speak of their heart as a cuore ; to this doctrine. The Germans has
How expect me to feel for the woes a fine national music, and they're great Of him who calls love an amore ! for harmony, But harmony and me- Let me have a few words about home, lody is two different things."
With music whose strains I'd remember, ** And which is best, Billy ?” asked And I'll give you all Florence and Rome, one of the company.
Tho' they have a blue sky in December. “Musha but I pity your ignorance,"
Tol lol de lol, &c. said Billy, with a degree of confusion
" " With a pretty face close to your own, that raised a hearty laugh at his ex
I'm sure there's no rayson for sighing; pense.
Nor when walkin' beside her alone, “ Well, but where's the song?” ex
Why the blazes be talking of dying. claimed another.
That's the way, tho' in France and in Spain, “Ay,” said Craggs, “we are for- Where love is not real, but acted, getting the song. Now for it, Billy; You must always purtend you're insane, since all is going on so well above stairs, Or at laste that you're partly distracted. I'll draw you a gallon of ale, boys, and
Tol lol de lol, &c.'” we'll drink to the master's speedy recovery.”
It is very unlikely that the reader It was a rare occasion when the Cor
will estimate Billy's impromptu as did poral suffered himself to expand in this the company; in fact, it possessed the fashion, and great was the applause at greatest of all claims to their admirathe unexpected munificence.
tion, for it was partly incomprehensible, Billy at the same moment took out and by the artful introduction of a his fiddle, and began that process of word here and there, of which his preparatory screwing, and scraping hearers knew nothing, the poet was which, no matter how distressing to the well aware that he was securing their surrounders, seems to afford intense heartiest approval. Nor was Billy indelight to performers on this instru- sensible to such flatteries. The “ irment. In the present case, it is but ritabile genus” bas its soft side, can fair to say, there was neither comment enjoy to the uttermost its own successes. nor impatience; on the contrary, they It is possible, if Billy had been in anseemed to accept these convulsive other sphere, with much higher gifts, throes of sound as an earnest of the and surrounded by higher associates, grand flood of melody that was com. that he might have accepted the homing. That Billy was occupied with age tendered him with more graceful other thoughts than those of tuning modesty, and seemed at least less conwas, however, apparent, for his lips fident of his own merits; but under continued to move rapidly; and at no possible change of places or people times he was seen to beat time with could the praise have bestowed more his foot, as though measuring out the sincere pleasure. rhythm of a verse.
“You're right, there, Jim Morris," “ I have it now, ladies and gentle- said he, turning suddenly round tomen," he said, making a low obeisance wards one of the company; "you to the company; and so saying, he never said a truer thing than that. struck up a very popular tune, the The poetic temperament is riches to it 1855.] Chapter III.-Billy Traynor, Poet, Pedlar and Physician. 259 poor man.
Wherever I go- in all as she scudded past between the islands ; weathers, wet and dreary, and maybe and if ever there was peace and tranquilfootsore, with the bags full, and the lity in the world it was just there! Well, mountain streams all flowin' over-I I put down my pack in the leaves, for can just go into my own mind, just I didn't like to see or think of it, and the way you'd go into an inn, and or. I stretched myself down at the water's der whatever you wanted. I don't edge, and I fell into a fit of musing. need to be a king, to sit on a throne; It's often and often I tried to rememI don't want ships, nor coaches, nor ber the elegant fancies that came horses to convay me to foreign lands. through my head, and the beautiful I can bestow kingdoms. When I things that I thought I saw that night haven't tuppence to buy tobacco, and out on the lake fornint me! Ye see without a shoe to my foot, and my hair I was fresh and fastin'; I never tasted through my hat, I can be dancin' wid a bit the whole day, and my brain, princesses, and handin'empresses in maybe, was all the better ; for someto tay."
how janius, real janius, thrives best “Musha, musha !” muttered the sur. on a little starvation. And from mus. rounders, as though they were listen ing I fell off asleep; and it was the ing to a magician, who in a moment sound of voices near that first awoke of unguarded familiarity condescended me! For a minute or two I believed to discuss his own miraculous gifts. I was dreaming, the words came so
“And," resumed Billy, “it isn't softly to my ear, for they were spoken only what ye are to yourself and your in a low, gentle tone, and blended in own heart, but what ye are to others, with the slight plash of oars that moved that without that sacret bond between through the water carefully, as though you, wouldn't think of you at all. I not to lose a word of him that was remember, once on a time, I was in the speakin'. north of England travelling, partly for " It's clean beyond me to tell you pleasure, and partly with a view to a what he said ; and, maybe, if I could small speculation in Sheffield ware- ye wouldn't be able to follow it, for he cheap penknives and scissors, pencil- was discoorsin' about night and the cases, bodkins, and the like and I
moon, and all that various wandered about for weeks through about them ; ye'd think that he had what they call the Lake Country, books, and was reading out of them, a very handsome place, but nowise so glibly came the verses from his lips. grand or sublime, like what we have I never listened to such a voice before, here in Ireland more wood, forest so soft, so sweet, so musical, and the timber, and better off people, but no- words came droppin' down, like the thing beyond that!
clear water filterin' over a rocky "Well, one evening—it was in Au- ledge, and glitterin' like little spangles gust-I came down by a narrow path over moss and wild flowers. to the side of a lake, where there was " It was’nt only in English but Scotch a stone seat, put up to see the view ballads, too, and once or twice in Ita. from, and in front was three wooden lian that he recited, till at last he gave steps of stairs going down into the water, out, in all the fulness of his liquid where a boat might come in. It was voice, them elegant lines out of Pope's a lovely spot and well chosen, for you Homercould count as many as five promon. taries running out into the lake; and "As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, there was two islands, all wooded to O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred the water's edge; and behind all, in light, the distance, was a great mountain,
When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, with clouds on the top; and it was
And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene, just the season when the trees is be
Around her throne the vivid planets roll, ginnin' to change their colours, and And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole;
O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, there was shades of deep gold, and
And top with silver every mountain's head: dark olive, and russet brown, all min
Then shine the vales ; the rocks in prospect gling together with the green, and
riseglowing in the lake below under the A Hood of glory bursts from all the skies ; setting sun, and all was quiet and still The conscious swains rejoicing in the sight as inidnight ; and over the water the Eye the blue vault and bless the useful only ripple was the track of a water-hen, light.""