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HIDES.
The Blacksmith of Clonmel.
[By James Sheridan Knowles
CHAPTER THE SECOND.
2d quality
"TUaRE will be murder, ma'am!" ex
claimed Mick Quinlan, the next morning,
most unceremoniously throwing open -the
parlour door. "There will be murder to
day! Phil Brennan ran off last night with
Jerry Lynch's daughter. She slept at his
mother's in town, and this morning he is
oming to take her to chapel with him and
marry her. His uncle, Father O'Hanlon,
approves of the match; but William M'Mul
lin, and his friend., are there surrounding
the house; and, as sure as you live, there
will be murder., For the love of the blessed
virgin, come and see it, ma'am."
My mother stared at Mick, and then
at me.
"Why, see, Mick!see how you have
frightened the child!" she exclaimed. "She
has turned as white as a sheet. Indeed,
Mick Flynn,you are a great big fool, to come
and ask me to go and see such sights. You
had better attend to your horse and car, Mick
Flynn."
I felt as if I was turning sick; and, quit
ting the parlour, went up to my bed-mom
and threw myself into a chair. "Go to Phil
Brennan's mother's and be married to him
to-morrow!" repeated Ito myself, as though
I alone were answerable for what had hap
pened,and, ofcourse, for all the consequences
that might ensue. My shawl and bonnet
were lying before me on the bed. Acting
from an impulse which I could neither de
fine nor resist, I snatched them up, put thorn
on,and stealing down stairs,opened the street
door without making any noise, and was
presently half-way down the street.
"That's a fine, bould girl!" exclaimed a
voice behind me, before I got to the second
corner. "Come along with me and see the
sight." It was Mick. He caught me by
the hand, and, in less than three minutes, we
were standing among a crowd of people—
men, women and children—collected in the
front of Mrs. Brennan's door, on the opposite
side of the way.
Right before the door stood William
IVl'Mullin, with upward of a score of friends,
all of whom were armed with sticks, ready
for the reception of Phil Brennan—looking
this way and that way, in momentary expec •
tation of his approach—but with more of
anxiety, as I thought, than of determina
tion painted in their looks.
"He is a match for the whole of them!"
whispered Mick to one that stood near him.
"Have you all your sprigs with you?" inquir
ed he. The other affirmatively glanced
down at his cloak. Mick, I now perceived,
had his own cloak on, and from the way in
which he held his arm under it, I perceived
he was also provided. "That's right," con
tinued Mick. "A pity that fun should be
going on and we not have a share in it.
Who'll stand by Phil Brennan?" he cried,
aloud. "I will, for one!" he added. "Hur
ra! boys; he's coming!"
Every countenance was now turned in
one direction. William M'Mullin and his
friends drew close together. Here and there
an ear was turned toward a mouth; my heart
began to beat violently.
"Stand close to the wall, my fine, bould
girl," cried 'Mick Flynn.
Phil Brennan approached. He was now
within a dozen strides of his mother's door,
which was completely surrounded by his
unlooked-for adversaries. Yet he stinted
not his pace an inch. By his side swung a
sprig of oak, which no man in Munster, ex
cept himself, could brandish; but which he
carried as if he were taking an ordinary
walk, meditating neither resistance nor at
tack. His head as erect as a grenadier's,
and his face as clear and bright as a boy's
upon the morning of a sunny holyday. Still
Ile strode forward, as if nobody stood in his
way—and nobody did stand in it, at last.
The hostile party stood firm till he came
within two paces and a half of them; but,
before he could lift his foot egain, the fore.
most stepped aside, tins others promptly
followed his example. and Phil Brennan
stoo d w i t h out oppo p;don upon the step of his
mother's door.
"The tovi - the morning to you, William
At) m„11;,.." cried he, as ho smilingly stopped
4.0 ,....aned round. "The top of the morn-
)37 ROZERT WAIT MIDIMMTOII, EDITOR, PU.I3LICEMR, AND PROPRIETOR.
"I WISH NO OTHER HERALD, NO OTHER SPEAKER OF MY LIVING ACTIONS, TO KEEP MINE HONOR FROM CORRUPTION."
TILE GARLAND.
-"With sweetest flowers enrich'd,
From various gardens cull'd with care."
MOM THE ITNITED STATES GAZETTE.
THE HISTORY OF LIFE.
I saw an infant in its mother's arms,
And left it sleeping;
Years passed—l saw a girl with woman's charms
In sorrow weeping.
Years passed—l saw a mother with her child,
And o'er it languish;
Years brought me back—yet thro' her fears she
roiled,
In deeper anguish.
I left her—years had vanished—l returned,
And stood before her;
A lamp beside the childless widow burned—
Grief's mantle o'er her
In tears I found her whom I left in tears,
On God relying;
And I returned again in after years,
And found her dying.
An infant first, and then a maiden fair—
A wife—a mother—
And then a childless widen , in despair--
Thus met a brother.
And thus we meet on earth, and thus we part,
To meet, oh never!
'Till death beholds the: spirit leave the heart,
To live forever.
SELECT TALE.
FROM THE NEW-YORK MIRROR
eiataiwzraLizzeritai ay.h. mu:Roux/ax e xacitnr llao a.cteo.
ing to your friends, who have so kindly come I
along with you to receive me at my mother's
house upon my wedding day. Good luck
to you all," he added, "and good luck to
the honegt boys of Clonmol."
He was answered by a cheer from the
side of the street where we stood, which ac
knowledging with a wave of his hat, he en
tered the house, without so much as shut
ting the door after him.
Hitherto the crowd, on our side of the
way, had contented themselves with merely
looking on; but now that Phil Brennan had
shown himself, they began to take a more
active part, and to jeer William M'Mullin
and his party. The women led the way.
One asked them, if they wanted a tongue to
thank Phil Brennan for his civility.
"Och!" cried another, "are you blind?
Can't you see that they are perfectly over
powered with it?"
"Why did you come without your sticks,
boys?" retorted her neighbour; "but they
are ashamed to show them beside Phil Bren
nan's, it is so handsome a one."
"0! is that the case?" exclaimed another.
"Feggs I thought they had never a stick
nor a hand among them, or they never
would allowed Phil Brennan to enter his
mother's door, seeing they themselves had
taken such a fancy to it."
„Why don't you walk in, William M'Mul
lin?" resumed she who had first spoken.
"And how could you,
jewel." she added,
"when the door is shut? I declare I thought
Phil Brennan had left it wide open."
.r
"And so ho did," remarked an old gossip,
who had not yet spoken; "and would not
William M'Mullin go in only that he does
not know how Jerry Lynch's handsome
daughter is there? Heaven save you! Wil
liam *Mullin," she continued, in a louder
key, "and is it Jerry Lynch's daughter you
want? She's within there, at Phil Brennan's
mother's, and nobody with her but Phil.
Sure you have only to walk in and hand her
out and take her to the chapel wid gees. Is
it Phil Brennan you are afraid of? Oct)! if
I were _a fine young man and had a sweet
heart, would I let Phil Brennan take her
away from me, with twenty stout gossips to
back me, and each a shillelagh in his hand!
Bad luck to me, if it would not puzzle my
great grai.dmother to find out what you are
stopping there for, William *Mullin!"
The object of all this ridicule, and his
companions, effected to treat it with a laugh;
but, in spite of themselves, their flushed
cheeks and kindling eyes, betrayed the no
small degree in which they were galled by
it. Now came the turn of the men, which
speedily changed the scene: anger threw off
the mask; gibes and laughter were followed
by scowling looks, fierce words and threat
ening gesticulations. There wanted but
one man to step into the middle of the street,
and a general fight . would have commenced,
but, at this critical juncture, Phil Brennan
appeared at the door.
"Behave yourselves, boys!" he cried, ad
dressing the crowd on the opposite side of
the street. "Whoever is for me will hold
his tongue, and leave William *Mullin and
his friends alone!" Then, addressing the
latter party, "William M‘Mulllnrsaid he,
"what cause have you and yoiir friends to
plant yourselves at my• mother's door? Is it
my wedding that you are anxious to see?
Then see it you shall; for, by the crown of
the bleSsed Mary! this morning will I be
married to Jerry Lynch's daughter, or this
eveningye shall sit at my wake! Come forth,
Margaret Lynch," he added, advancing a
pace into the street.
The bride appeared. Quick and agitat
ed was her steps. She wore the same dress I
she had on the night before; but her full
hazel eye, that glanced rapidly from side
to side, as she took the bridegroom's arm,
and her cheek, which was faintly flushed,
indicated that her heart was the seat of anx
iety and alarm. The smile which Phil
Brennan wore, when he entered his mother's
house, was still upon his manly open coun
tenance. He looked slowly and calmly
round him for a moment or two, then cross
ing the street, proceeded leisurely in the di
rection of the chapel. I know not how it
happened, but I found myself again by the
side of Margaret Lynch, and holding her by
the hand. On we went, the crowd surround
ing us, and William M'Mullin and his friends
bringing up the Aar. All was peace and
quietness for a time—but presently signs of
bad blood began to manifest themselves.
"Who did that?" cried one.
"Ask your mother!" replied a second.
"Keep back!" vociferated another.
"Go on!" roared out a fourth.
M‘Mullin and his friends were evidently
pressing upon those immediately, behind us
--pushing them and otherwise molesting
them. Oaths now began to be interchang
ed. I looked back and saw nothing but
cheeks as white as ashes, or red as fire, and
eyes starting from their sockets. At last
I heard a blow struck, and in a moment up
ward of fifty cudgels were rattling in the air.
"Go on to the chapel," whispered Phil
Brennan to the bride. "Go on, and stop not.
Hurry a little. I shall be there as soon as
you. Go on, Margaret Lynch, and pay
no heed to what is passing. Do not once
look back. Give yourself no care about
me. I shall merely take care that neither
William M'Mullin nor any of his friends
follow you. Go on, as you love me."
Margaret Lynch obeyed him implicitly;
but, for my part, I could not help looking
back. There was the bridegroom In the
centre of the street, right between ds and
the combatants, walking backward. His
frame seemed dilated to . twice its former di
mansions. High above his head was raised
his arm, while from one side to another he
slowly waved his ponderous weapon, ready
to prostrate the man that should attempt
to pass him.
We were now about fifty paces in ad-
vance, and had just reached the chapel,
when a simultaneous rush was made upon
the bridegroom, by about half a dozen of
William M'Mullin's party. 1 saw that he
had enough to do; but that, as yet, he was
only defending himself. One of his assail
ants.suddenly bounded past him. He paid
for the attempt. Ho wus overtaken by Phil
Brennan, and laid prostrate. A second and
a third shared the same fate. But 1 now
perceived that those who had taken part
with us had been worsted, and that William
M'Mullin and his friends were at liberty to
direct their whole attention to the bride-
groom; and, sure enough, he was surround
ed by them just as he came within half a
dozen steps of us. With such odds against
him, you may suppose his hands were full
enough; and, what would have been the
issue, it is impossible to say, but, just in the
nick of time, Father—, apeared at the
chapel-gate, accompanied by Jerry Lynch
himself.
"Stop, William M'Mullin!" cried father
—, "dare not strike another blow."
"Stop, William M'Mullin!" exclaimed
Jerry Lynch, "I am content that my daugh
ter should be married to Phil Brennan."
Every stick, except Phil's was down in
a moment. The lion was roused. Ire and
powder were the only things of which the
bridegroom seemed conscious. His weapon,
whirled rapidly to the right and to the left,
before him, and behind him, kept whizzing
round his head; his eye was in twenty places
in a moment. A shriek from Margaret
Lynch called him to himself, as the sweet
girl, forgetful of every thing else, rushed
up to him, and tearing her handkerchief
from her breast, applied It to his head,
which I just discovered was wounded and
bleeding profusely. He just cast a glance
about him, caught her to his bosom, and
kissed her, and then fixing his eyes upon
her father, approached the chapel-gate, en
circling her still with his arm.
"Jerry Lynch!" ho demanded, "are you
come here to make your daughter happy
or miserable—to force her to marry Wil
liam M'Mullin, or to give her to me?"
No reply made Jerry Lynch, but ho turn
ed and walked slowly into the chapel; while
Father—, beckoning Phil Brennan to fol
low him, entered it also. We were pre
sentll at the altar; the crowd—friends as
Wesiras enemies, a few paces behind us—
where they stopped, at a signal from the
clergyman.
"Jerry Lynch," said he, to the father of
the bride, "you consent to give your &ugh.
ter to Phil Brennan?"
"She has run away with Phil Brennan!
She has slept one night from under her fa
ther's roof—she may now act as bhe likes!
The affair is her own. I will have noth
ing to do with it!" said Jerry Lynch.
"Then, you do ;tot forbid the marriage?"
rejoined father—.
" I neither forbid it, nor consent to it!"
said the other.
"Come hbre, Margaret Lynch," said
Father—.
The girl looked up into Phil Brennan's
face, then lifted her eyes to heaven, and,
slowly withdrawing from the arm that was
encircling her, approached the clergyman.
"You hear what your father says?" he
resumed. "He will neither consent to your
marriage with Phil Brennan, nor forbid it.
He leaves you to yourself—he permits you
to act for yourself. Are you willing to be
come the wife of Phil Brennan?"
Not a word uttered Margaret Lynch in
reply. She stood like a statue—as motion
less—as silent—almost as lifeless. This
lasted upward of two minutes.
"Margaret!" at length breathed the
Bridegroom.
"Silence ' Phil Brennan!" authoritatively
exclaimed Father—. "Leave Margaret
Lynch to herself. She shall be neither
urged, nor entreated, nor advised to give
her hand to you. If she marries . ' you, it
shall be her own, unbiased and spontaneous
act. 1 command you not to speak to her.
Well; Margaret Lynch?" he inquired.
She would have been upon the floor had
not Phil Brennan sprung forward, and
caught her as she was falling. Upon 11:13
knee he seated her—supporting her waist
with his arm, from which her head hung
back, as if she were dead. I never saw
anything like the expression of her sweet
face, as it looked up to heaven. Several
women, who had now entered the chapel,
came up; and her temples and hands being
chafed, by their assistance she recovered.
The first object she , opened her eyes up
on was Phil Brennan. She smiled faintly,
and, putting her hand to her head, as if to
recollect herself, gently disengaged herself
from his support; and, rising from his knee,
made an effort, as if she would approach
the clergyman—tottered, and sank down
upon his knee again. Some water having
been brought her, she seemed to be consid
erably revived, rose again, and approached
Father —.
"Well?" said he, inquiringly, again.
She had certainly spoken, had he remain.
ed silent; but the question had the effect of
paralyzing what little strength she had, and
she fainted again; Phil Brennan catching
her, and supporting her as before.
Her father, all this time, remained im
moveable. Not the slightest shade of feel
ing passed over his countenance, nor did he
once lift his eyes from the ground.
"Come, come, Jerry Lynch," interposed
-BHAKB.
Father" Look at your poor child.
See how drea dful is the struggle which you
occasion her. She has been tried enough.
Save her from farther suffering.. Give her
to Phil Brennan, and bid me proceed , with
the rites."
Not a word—not a look—not a—motion
on the part of Jerry Lynch. A second
time the bride recovered—again she rose
from the bridegroom's knee, and approach.
ed the clergyman. This time,she was more
successful. •
"I will marry Phil Brennan," she faltered
out, and fainted the third time. Men and
women—all—looked at one another.—.
There was shaking of heads, and low ejacu
lations were uttered, as if it were something
ominous, and foreboded that misery would
result from the union of Phil Brennan with
Margaret Lynch.
It was long before the bride recovered
this time; when, at last, she was restored to
herself, and the ceremony began. Feebly
she uttered the responses, supported by the
arm of her lover, and encouraged by his en
treaties and soothings. Three or four times
there was a pause of several minutes. It
seemed doubtful whether she would over get
through; but, at length, the last response
was uttered, and Phil Brennan and Marga
ret Lynch were man and wife.
But now ensued a scene which seemed
to fill every one with horror, except William
M'Mullin, and one or two of his friends.—
The moment the knot was tied, down sank
Jerry Lynch upon both his knees; his cheek
was the hue of the crucifixion; he trembled
from head to foot.
"At the altar of God!" he exclaimed; "at
the altar of God's Son, Phil Brennan. and
Margaret Lynch, now Margaret Brennan,
I curse you! I curse youl May—"
"Hold, sacrilegious man!" thundered
forth the minister of heaven. "Dare not
profane this holy place, with words more be
coming a fiend than a man, much less a pa
rent. The Lord denies to you the power of
cursing your child, or the man to whom, by
this sacred ordination, she is now united.—
You have long ceased to be the father of
your child. You have been an oppressor to
her, and not a protector. What you ought
to have guarded, you would have betrayed
--her happiness—which,on Thursday week,
you were determined to immolate,by forcing
her into the arms of a man whom she hates,
and a bad and incorrigible man! Retire, sir!
retire from the chapel! Your curse falls
harmless; for you have forfeited, the right
to curse. You are an unfeeling man, and a
wicked man!"
Jerry Lynch slowly withdrew from the
altar, and, followed by William M'Mullin
and two or thre(others, approached the en
trance of the chapel; and, as soon as he had
reached it, turned round.
"Father!" he exclaimed, "God is to judge
me, and not you!" raising his voice to its
highest pitch, so that the whole edifice rung
with it,"Phil Brennan and Margaret Lynch!
he reiterated; "1 curse you, and my curse
be upon you!"
The bride swooned again. Vain was
every effort to restore her. She was car
ried home in a state of insensibility, to the
house of Phil Brennan's mother. I cannot
describe the impression which this scene
made upon me. .
[To DE CONTINUED.]
VARIOUS MATTERS.
Why are Printers bills like faith?
Because they are the substance Of things
hoped for, and the evidence of things NOT
SEEN.
At a public dinner given at Raleigh, ono
of the regular toasts was—
John Marshall, Chief Justice of the U.
States.—The talents of BACON—the learn
ing of MANSFIELD, and the purity of HALE.
[lt ie a circumstance worthy of being no
ticed, that when this toast was announced,
without an intimation to that effect,the whole
party arose almost simultaneously,and drank
the toast standing--an emanation of true
gratitude to one who has so exalted his coun
try's name in the eyes of the world.]
"0! cruel, cruel Polly Hopkins.
What makes you do me so?"
We have the melancholy duty to per
form this week of informing our readers,that
Mr. BENJAMIN BRADY and Miss ELIZABETIE
Howzr.a., whose marriage we published
some time since, and who, we had no doubt,
were now enjoying the sweet ejects of "bill
ing and cooing," ARE NOT NARIIIED!!!—
They were engaged to be married—the li
cense purchased—but alas! she refused to
wear the collar!—Parta W. Tennesseean.
PRAISEWORTHY MUNIFICENCE.-1,000
dollars has been bequeathed, by Gen. %I
ham Wadsworth, of Genesee, for the educa
tion of the poor, m;that town.
The World.—A maphas recently been
published by tha American Sunday School
Union, designed to exhibit the present reli
gious colidition'of the world. Accompany.
ing it is a small volume containing a state
ment of the operations of the various mis.
sionary societies in this country and in En
rope, with other matter, both interesting and
valuable.
The following extracts from the work
show how large a portion of our fellow be.
inns still remain doatituto of the blessing of
Christianity.
"It will be obseried by the map, that,
there are two principal points of light—the
United. States in the one hemisphere, and
[WHOLE NO. 2664
Great Britain, with a few neighboring to=
tries, in the other.
"But of these the United States are al.
most the only ones where great efforts Ore
made to extend the pure gospel.
The total population of
The United .States is 13,,, millions
Of England, 14 millions.
Of Scotland, 24 millions.
Taking into view the entire world, •
The Protestant population is 65 millions,'
The Roman Catholic 125 millions. - •
The Greek Church 40 millions. ;
Making a total of 230 millions who'
nominally the gospel. While there are of-
Mohammedans, 140 millions.
Pagans, 480 millions«
Making the entire populatio of the_world
eight hundred and fifty millions, 620 Millions,
of whom have no trace of evangelical doe"
trine. •
The number of converts from Mohamtne
dantsm and Paganism are not substracted
from the general sum, because it is too
small, (probably not much above 100,000)
to affect the comparison.
When it is said then, that to 230 Tit.
lions of nominal christians is confideff 'the
work of evangelizing the remaining 620
millions of the human family, there are 'in
cluded under the general name of ehristians,
not only, persons of all classes, but all who
live in nominally Christian countries, though
they be atheists, sceptics, vicious, and open
ly opposed or practically indifferent to the
truth. '
There are 79 incorporated Colleges and
Universities in the United States, now in
operation. Connected with these inetitu.
tions, there are 646 presidents, profelisors,
and tutors, and as many as 0,450 students,
that is, 10 students on an average, to one
instructor. There are also, at least, 351,-
200 volumes in the libraries of these col
leges.
There are 29 theological seminaries in
this country. In these . seminaries, there
are 82 instructors, and 1,230 students, who
may have access to as many as. 82,600
volumes in libraries, to form
. their send
ments and mould their characters.
There are 23 medical institutions in the
land, having 128 professors and 0,387
students.
There are also probably as many as 2,,
400 young men studying law, etther in
public schools or with private attorneys.. . .,
Thus there are twice the number of yeung
men in our medical institutions, and twice
the numbei .the study of law, that there
are in our t gical institutions. Thee:,
are in the New England States and in the
State of New York, nearly as many regu
larly educated lawyers as there are thou.
sands of people, and there are probably
twice as many regularly educated laWyers
in the United States as there are regularly
educated ministers. r
In the 78 colleges in the country, there
are about 1400 students who are professors ,
of religion, and more than 5000 who ore
no professors. '
Mrs. Fanny Kemble Butler's -".)'eurtuil of
a residence in America," is at last published .
and for sale at the book.stores.. After all
the delay for revising, correcting", it is
thought to be an indifferent affair. The
following briefextracts may be regarded as
a pretty fair specimen of the worlor—
"First day of the last month of the year
—go it old fellow!"
A little further on, she exclaims
"Lord ! Lord ! what fools men and women
do make themselves."
In another place, speaking of the streets
of New York, on a rainy night, she elegant
ly observes--
"It rained cats and dogs, and the streets
were all grey pudding !"--Balt. Pat.
WEAUIIqO FLANNELS.—As the' Genial
sunshine of spring advances, those accus
tomed to wearing flannel u nder garments
are too much disposed to lay them sudden
ly aside. This is an error of great magni
tude. Keep them on till the east wind is no
longer elaborated; till the flowers are bloom
ing in the fields, and a uniform atmospheric
temperature established. A multitude an
nually, are hurried to an early grave, in the
very meridian of life, in consecinence of not
understanding, or by neglecting, this sim
ple though important advice.--211cd. Jour.
INDIANA.—LAMENTABLE AND DEGRAD
ING
DISCLO9UREB.—We have received a
copy of a report addressed to the legkele.
ture of Indiana by tha _trustees of a state
seminary, incorpoteted for the express pur.
pose of qualifying teachers for common
schools. From this report it appears there
is s deplorable deficiency of teachers in the
state. "The investigations," says the re
port, "of the association formed for the pro.
motion of common education in the state,
have thrown additional light on this subjetit:
From their inquiries it appears that only a.
bout one•quarter of the .children of suitable
age attended school in 1833-4. Only , Ore
in six can read; one in nine write; and: one
in a hundred study geography, and one in a
hundred and forty-five grammar. Theuni
versa! .complaint was "we cant get suitable
teachers,some are intemperate; some pro.
Pane; some notoriously debauched." And
yet the trustees say, "we dare not dismiss
them, for there are no others to be had."
The Branch Bank of the United Elkton,
at Washington: has commenced the opery
Lion of winding up itg concerns remoter"
to the expiration of its charter.—. , Gas.