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liamentary forces. It bas suffered less Three miles from Athy, on the Dubthan most of the castles we have seen; lin road, is a high mount, or earthand though, no doubt, is curtailed con. work, commanding a view of all the siderably in dimension, the main keep, country round. This is called the a massive, square, embattled tower Moat of Ardsall, or Ardscull, near close to the bridge, is yet habitable. which the conflict between the English It is now used as a police barrack. and Scots, already mentioned, took Athy is a corporate town, having re. place, A.D. 1315. It was planted by ceived its charter at the instance of the Duke of Leinster, and is supposed Sir Robert Digby, knight, in 1613. to mark the last resting-place of some It returned two members to the Irish famous king or warrior. About two Parliament until the Union, when, miles eastward is another mound, or according to Lewis,* the sum of £15,000 rath, celebrated in history, Mullaghwas awarded as compensation for the mast. This was the ancient Carmen, abolition of the elective franchise, or inclosure, used as the Naasteigham, £13,800 o which was paid to the where the States of South Leinster asDuke of Leinster, as proprietor of the sembled. A pillar-stone is near, raised, borough,and £1200 to Lord Ennismore. it is supposed, by the worshippers of The Duke contributes largely to the

Beal. charitable and educational institutions When Ireland was converted to of this town, and appears to have a Christianity, this locality was placed deep hold upon the affections of his under anathema, baving been so long tenantry.

devoted to heathen rites, and overlookNot far from the town, on the west- ing one of the chief scenes of Beal. ern bank of the river, are the glorious worship, called Beal-tinne-glas (Bal. old walls of Woodstock. The day was tinglass) the pure fire of Beal. The full of dreamy influences, as the sky of present name, Mullach-mastian, or soft, fleecy, beautiful clouds, which, “ moat of decapitation,” is derived from their contrast, gave greater in- from this spot having been the theatre tensity to the blue vault gleaming be- of one of the most treacherous tween. The distant hills wore a pur- butcheries that ever disgraced the plish tint; and nearer were the sunny page of history. The account in the banks, and the Barrow shining like Statistical Survey of the County Kil. molten silver. The woodlands looked dare is as follows:dim in the hazy atmosphere, for the heat was intense, and it was delicious “ Carmen takes its present name, Multo enter the cool ruins, and repose in laghmast, from the base conduct of some adthe lonely chambers, where our footfall venturers in the sixteenth century, who, sounded strangely, as though we had no having overrun much of the neighbouring right to intrude upon the solitude to country, were resisted by some of the Irish which the castle was yielded. It, too,

chieftains who had property on the Queen's had its share of blows. The walls are

County side of the Barrow. The advenof great thickness, to which, doubtless,

turers proposed an amicable conference, to

be held at Carmen : it was acceeded to. On their preservation is mainly owing, and

the Kalends of January (New Year's Day), deep-mullioned windows show the cost

in the nineteenth of Elizabeth, the gentlebestowed on its erection. To whom

men of the Queen's County side of the Bar. that honour is due we could not ascer- row, then the boundary of the Pale, repaired tain. Part of the outer court, and an to Carmen, as to an amicable conference, arched gateway, are still standing. The when they were surrounded by threo lines of Irish were in possession, in 1642, but horse and foot, and not one survived. The were not suffered to retain it. The successful assassins took possession of the Marquis of Ormond wrested it from properties of the unfortunate gentlemen, and them, and made it the balting-place

the barony bears the name of Slieve Magfor his forces. It shared the ever

gan, or the mountains of mourning. In such

detestation is the act held by the country shifting alternations of the period; the

people, that they believe a descendant of Parliamentary troops were surprised the murderers never saw his son arrive at by Owen Roe O'Neil, in 1647, and

the age of twenty-one. The properties so he held the castle until compelled, in acquired have melted away, and got into turn, to yield it to Lord Inchiquin. other hands."

* Top. Dict.-Athy.

She says,

Sad thoughts of the mourning of the child thus miraculously preserved, families and friends, which the slaugh. was the work of an instant; and the ter of so many noble and confiding infant was restored to his despairing beings had caused, occupied us as we parents. The noble lord, in remembent our course back to Athy.

brance of the safety of his child, took The sun cast a flood of autumnal as his crest a monkey chained, proper, light over field and woodland, as which continues to be the armorial dishe sank behind the western heights. tinction of the Duke of Leinster's Overhead lay the blue sky, until it house. The well-known motto of the blended with pale yellow, as the linger- Geraldine, Crom ill a Boo, means, ing rays streaked ihe azure with gold. according to Mr. Rawson,' “the disTwilight overtook us on our road, trict on the crooked water.” A dif. bringing peaceful thoughts. The ferent signification is given to similar Barrow flowed with a soothing mur- sounds in Arabic, as appears from a mur, and the placid water, on which letter by the famous Lady Hester the boats moved so gently as not to Stanhope to Sir Gore Ouseley, dated disturb its rest, lay spread like a mir- from Djouni, in 1837.7 ror, until the evening wind broke the “All the ancient Irish and Scotch fa. smooth surface into dimpling ripples. milies still retain proof of Arab deAs we reached our inn, the aspect scent, in name as well as in personal of the heavens denoted a repetition of characteristic. The Duke of Leinster's fair weather on the morrow.

There motto, Croom Aboo, his father's was not much to remark about the vineyards,' has a grand signification, hotel where we enjoyed our comfortable alluding to the most learned of works, dinner; and since writing our account of which only two copies exist. The of Woodstock, learnt that this was the name of O'Brien is, in Arabic, Obeyan locus in quo remarkable, in the annals or Abeyan, which famous race may, of the Geraldines, for the preservation perhaps, take its name from its masof the heir by a baboon, or monkey, ter." whence the Fitzgeralds derive their Again en route, we started early, crest. The story is, that some time following the navigation path, and a after this castle had come to the pos- cheerful morning accompanied us. The session of the Fitzgeralds, by the mar- sun shone brightly through our bedriage, already mentioned, of Dorothea room windows, and we did not linger O'More with Thomas Lord Ofaley, either over our toilette or early breaka son was born, and placed at nurse in fast. the castle, when it accidentally took We were not long in leaving Athy, fire. The flames spread with rapidity; and getting into the purer air of and in the exertion of the first the leafy woodlands. The fields were law of nature, self-preservation, by still wet with dews, which sparkled on the household, the heir was for a the blades of grass like gems of pricemoment forgotten. The terrified do- diamond or sapphire. Some cows were mestics, on remembering their pre being milked in a farm-yard, and the cious charge, rushed to the room where sweet song of the dairymaid lingers in his cradle lay; but the flames had our recollectionpreceded them, and they could get no

“ Like joy in memory set." trace of him. The nurse, who did not abandon her post, bad perished in the She sung in praise of fire, and each considered the infant had also fallen a victim, when, on re

THE PRIDE OF ATHY. gaining the courtyard, they heard a strange noise from a remote tower "A boy in my teens, just before I reached twenty,

Oft among the young lasses I cast a hawk's eye, which the flames bad spared.


Like roses and lilies, and daffydown-dillics, looking up the domestics beheld a Bloomed Cathleen O'Regan, the pride of Athy. favourite baboon, usually kept chained,

“She'd say— Pat, be easy ; oh! why do you tease with the young heir of Offaley carefully held in her arms! To place a

I dread to come near you, and cannot tell why.'

Be my bowl, neither Jenny, nor Nell of Kilkenny, ladder against the tower, and secure Could equal my Cathleen, the pride of Athy.


Stat. Survey, County Kildare, ii.
† Warburton's "Crescent and the Cross," note 3.

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* When war was proclaimed, and the battle was enjoyed what, he said, " be seldom got

raging, She kissed me, I pressed her, with tears in each

now God help him—the bit o' mate." eye ;

A halfway public-house afforded some We sighed when we parted, she cried, so engaging, *Remember poor Cathleen, who weeps in Athy.

good porter, and he was pleased to

say our “good natur” reminded him ".Forget not the hours when you plucked the sweet of the "ould times.”

flowersIf you ever prove false, I shall certainly die.'

We inquired could he find no emNo, Cathleen! To you, love, I'll ever keep true, ployment ?

love, Sweet Cathleen O'Regan, the pride of Athy.'"

• Lord love your honour," he said,

“ there's no 'casion for stableboys now; We saw several country seats, sur

these rails have knocked all the posters rounded by luxuriant plantations; and off the roads; and, barrin' for the bens from many a wheaten-field, whose to roost in, there's no call for the brown hue was gradually assuming a chaises." yellowish tint of ripeness, the plump

• The hotels have suffered also ?" ears inclined gracefully to yield us a

said we. morning salutation. Fragile poppies “ B'lieve it, sir; no one thinks of and purple cornflowers, with innume- stoppin' for a night now, if they can rable daisies and yellow grounsel, help it; and when they do, 'tisn't much seemed to rejoice in the bloom of good for the house. They come in, their beauty; and distant hills bound- maybe, by a late train, and start again ed the horizon, until lost in the soft by an early one." woolly clouds suspended over them. We met some countryfellows driving Our route lay through the barony of furiously, and beating their horses, at Kilkea and Moone, in the county of which we remonstrated. This elicited Kildare; and we journeyed along the some remarks from our companion. parishes of Dunbrea, Ardrie, and “ 'Tis asy to see your honour is fond Tankardstown. Some handsome seats o'the bastés, and I'll engage is a good in this district should be specially men- masther over them.” tioned: Kilmoroney, the residence of We confess the recollection of the the family of the Very Rev. Dean broken neck of one hunter, å leg Trench; Farm Hill, and Leinster smashed against a coped stone-wall of Lodge. A rath, supposed to be of another, sundry broken knees—to say Danish construction, is situated close nothing of severe punishment in bard to the river. Attributing these circu- runs-rose in judgment against our lar mounds to the Danes is a popular acquiescence in this eulogy. We said

Long before the advent of the we had some good ones in our day, and Northmen, they were numerous in Ire- we always were fond of dogs and horses. land, constructed by the Irish chief. *Surely, surely—I knowed it. The tains. It has been well remarked, had mastiff at the public-house came to they been erected by the Danes, they your honour directly you sat down, would have been levelled on their ex. and dogs is very sagacious.” tirpation; instead of which, they were We had dropped, near our chair, the held in the utmost reverence by the paper in wbich the sandwiches were country people, who, regarding them packed; this might bave influenced as the chosen resorts of fairies (the the mastiff''s desire to make our acgood people"), preserved them from quaintance. being invaded by ploughshare or spade. “ Horses, though they haven't the

We overtook a fine old man, pro- credit of it, are very 'cute,” continued ceeding to Carlow to see a daughter in the old ostler; "and there's a story of “settled sarvice;" he had been a helper these parts about a horse of O'More's in the stables attached to M.Evoy's your honour heard tell of the hotel, in Naas, years ago, and knew O'Mores, I'll be bound ? (we said yes) several frequenters of the Curragh, —that bangs the world for 'cuteness. whose love for field-sports had brought He saved his masther's life wanst upon to our acquaintance. As we walked a time." along, and discovered we both knew “Let us rest a little," we said, seatthe same people, any reserve he might ing ourselves on a stile near the old have felt towards us wore off. We had entrance, "and tell us all about it." taken the precaution, on leaving Athy, Nothing loath, the veteran stretched of procuring an ample store of sand. himself beside us, with his back against wiches; the old ostler was hungry, and an ivy-grown wall, and told his story.


You see, long and many a day ago, him, shure enough ; but he was so the O'Mores, Princes of Leix, were stiff and wore out, he couldn't get up grate people in this country, before on the horse, though he heard the Eng. the Duke of Leinster or Oliver Crum- lish crossing over to take him. On mell came to the place; and they had tbis, sir, what did the horse do but so many castles, and houses, with the kneel down, like a blessed crater, or best of furniture, and full and plenty, one of the horses in Batty's Circus, as, that the English resolved to root them I dare say, your honour seen, and thus out, or they could get no footing at all. helped the Prince to get sated. Feel. Antony O'More was the Cear Rig, ing him well in the saddle, and knowor chief King, at the time—a famous ing he could stick by the knees—for warrior, and tip-top horseman, ready they never wore stirrups_instead of to face stone, timber, earth, or wather, striving to get along the fair road, and had a horse to carry bim, by all which the English were pelting along, accounts. I can't say how the horse the brown horse leaped from the top was bred, sir, for the Racing Calendar of the mountain straight down, in wasn't published then ; but no doubt three leaps, reached the foot of the he had the best o' blood in his veins, valley, and carried his rider home to or he'd have no stall in O'More's Dunamase! The townland is called stables. I've heard Eclipse, that ran a Augh-Antonah, or “Antony's borse,' mile a minnit, couldn't stand him one as good right it has; and for hundreds hate, or Mr. Irwin's Faugh-a-lallagh of years not a blade of grass grew upon run a distance beside him. Well, sir, any of the three spots where the brave the English planned to take O'More, brown horse landed after each leap." and sure enough they trapped him in “What place is that ?" we asked; the mountains, as he was out wolf- pointing to the remains of an ancient hunting—for that was the sport then- dwelling, half-bid among the trees. and thought they had him snug. All Grangemellon, sir, an ould ancient the gentlemen that were out with him sate of the Fitzgeralds. I heard tell were kilt and murthered; but O'More the one who lived there in the time of shouted, thouman lathe, coppal dun' King James—a purty king the bosthoon (“go on, brown horse '), and away he made-was a fine spirited gentleman, went like the wind. On he went, over

and well liked by rich and poor. hill and dale, by bog and bawn, until Shamus couldn't lave him alone, for he he reached the brink of a high moun. took his property, and made him pritain near Timahoe ; when, thinking all soner; but he got out after the battle all danger was over, and being very of the Boyne-wather, and protected all tired, O'More threw himself down, and the property of Catholics and Protesfell fast asleep.

tants, in the city of Dublin. He was " While the Prince was snoring, the requested by the Lord Mayor and Cor. brave horse stood over him like a sen- poration to present the keys of Dublin try on guard ; and, sure enough, a fine Castle to King William, as he 'sat awatch he was, for his high head was horseback, out fornenst the College, snuffing the breeze, and ears cocked where his image now stands, and 'tis showed he was wide awake. 'Twas like the King heard of all the good he well for the Prince, for, my dear sir, done, from the answer he med when the English were on the track, and Fitzgerald brought him the keys.” every niinnit came nearer and nearer. " And what was that?” When the horse was sinsible of this, he " Why, sir," said the King, “they're pawed his master to rouse him, but in the hands of a rale gentleman. They the poor chief was so dead beat, he could not be in betther. I wish you to remained fast asleep. Well, the poor

keep them.baste was bothered at this; so bedad « That was very polite of the King," he took the Prince's coatamore, or great- we replied, as we resumed our walk. coat, in his mouth, and lifted the “You are a great historian. What Prince a little, and shook him ; but is your name?" 'twouldn't do. So the fine horse was “ Dan Kelly, please your honour.” in a quandary entirely when he heard “ And a very good name it is, Dan," the inimy advancing, and couldn't wake we said. the Prince. Again he took him up by We were leaving the vestiges of his mouth, and, rising him purty high, former greatness, when it occurred to let him drop of a suddent. This woke us, that our fellow-traveller might be

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as learned in legendary lore, as in na- the colour in Jerry's cheek, till 'twas tional history, and we questioned him almost the same as his coat. accordingly—

Now, though everybody about the “ Troth, then, I'm sure your honour place knew well that Jerry was doting is too sinsible to give in to such sha- down upon Nancy, or Miss Mullins, naos. * Puttin' trust in charms was as she was always called, for the war near causin'a sore loss on these lands. I of ould anshint stock, though now farmremember the day as if it was but ing, he was so diffident and bashful, yesterday."

and thought so much of her, and so "You can tell it to us, Dan, as we little of himself, that he never bad the walk on."

courage to say the soft word, only lifted - You must know, then, sir, that his cap when she spoke to him, same as when I was a gossoon, going of errands to the misses, or any other lady in the from the great house up there,” he land. This was frittin' and grievin' pointed towards the mansion of Grange- poor Nancy, who did not like to make mellon, “it was one of the sportingest any advances, for she had as much mo. places in the County Kildare, and that's desty as a blessed nun. Kitty Molloy, a big word. The finest pack o' fox: the dairy-maid, knew exactly how the hounds that ever gave tongue to a land lay. She tried to put the come tally! met twice a week, an’ lots of hether' herself upon Jerry, but 'twas grand company resoorted from all parts, no go, an' to do her justice, she had no "Tis said they ate the master out of spite agin her rival, for she was a good house and home, but gentle and simple, cratur, though her advice was near man and boy, ay, an’ woman, too, doin' mischief. One evenin', towards with horses and dogs, doted down upon the end of September, as I was bringJerry Nolan.”

ing a basket ov groceries from Athy, “And who might that fortunate for the riglar supply from Dublin was person be ?" we inquired.

delayed, I heard two voices à-talkin' “ The huntsman, sir ; a clane-limbed, in the orchard, near the back entrance, active, well-fatured man, as ever you and there were the two colleens, Nancy clapt your two living eyes on; and, and Kitty, discoorsin'how to make Jerry mavrone, 'tis he was the pride of the spake out. pack, sated on his favorite horse, Paddy “ As I was a little curos, I stooped a Whack, in his bran-new scarlet frock, bit, so as not to be seen, and listened with snow-white cords, and iligant top- to the colloguin. boots, his velvet cap shinin' on his head, «« Now, Kitty, my darlint, sure you and horn slung by his side. The dogs wont tell it to mortual ;" said Nancy, delighted in him, and would follow in her soft, sweet voice, like an April him through fire or wather. They wind, or a meandherin' strame. She had loved the sound of his voice, and a cross an insinivative way of spakin' that word from his lips would quell the rag- went right to your heart. But I'm ingest worry that ever broke out in a a’most kilt through my love for that kennel. But somebody loved bim boy.' above the dogs, and he loved her as “. If I was you, I wouldn't stand it well, and a tine couple they wor, as any longer," replied Kitty Molloy. ever you'd see in a month of Sundays. «• Why, then, what on earth would She was Nancy Mullins, a strong far- you have me do?' asked Nancy, in mer's daughter on the estate, and a deep earnestness. I'd die sooner than grate favourite with the missis, she do anything that a faymale--' was so genteel. Nancy was a slip of a " Arrah, don't bother me, you an girl, with a figure and step like a blood your faymale, interrupted Kitty, for lilly, and one would have thought she she was passionate at times, with renever hurt the grass under her feet, spect to you; you and he are the she trod so asy.

But she walked conthrariest pair I ever cum across, into the affections of Jerry, an' no since I lifted a can,' sis she. mistake, an' the sight of her, when «« Oh! tell me what to do to win his sbe came to the parlour windys, or to love, an' I'll do it?' answered Miss the hall-door, maybe, to see the hounds Mullins, as if subdued by the other's pass by, going to the meet, would rise sperrit.



* Idle gossip

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