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AN INDEPENDENT FAMILY JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, NEWS, Se.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1851.
that place you are going to, sir, that Bingal, (oh!
VOLUME XV.
POETRY.
ON A WEDDING,
You are to be married, Mary ;
This hour, as I silent lie
In the dreamy light of the morning,
Your wedding hour draws nigh.
Miles off, you are rising, dressing,
© ~ To stand amid bridal throng,
In'the eame old rooms we played in,
You and I—when we were young.
Your bridesmaids—they were your playmates ;
Those old rooms, every wal
Could speak of our childish follies,
Loves, jealousies, great and small.
Do you mind how pansies changed we,
And smiled at the word “forget?”
‘Twas a girl’s romance—yet somewhere
Ihave kept my pansy yet.
») Do you mind our verses written
‘Together? our dreama of fame ?—
Of love—how we'd share all secrets
When that eweet mystery came ?
Itis nomystery now, Mary
ur Marriage-mn‘
‘ And I-I am lying here.
I cannot picture your face, Mary,
The face of the bride to-day ;
You have outgrown my knowledge
In years that have slipped away ;
I see but the girlish likeness,
Brown eyes, and brown failing hair,
God knows I did love you dearly,
And was proud that you were fair.
Mary, speak wr name, Mary,
While yours in home’s silence lies ;
The future I read in toil’s guerdon,
You will read in your children’s eyes.
‘The past—the same past with either—
Is to youa soft, pleasant scene ;
But I cannot see it clear!
For the graves that rise between.
Tam glad you are happy, Mary !
‘These tears, did you see them fall,
Would show, though you have forgotten,
I have remember
And thoagh my cp is ier empty,
And yours with its joy runs o'er,
God keep you its sweetness, Mary,
Brimming forevermore !
(From the Dublin University Magazine.}
_— _BARYY O'REIRDON,
THE NAVIGATOR.
BY SAMUEL LOVER ¥9Q., R. H. A.
HOMEWARD BOUND—CONCLUDED.
“Why, thin, indeed, and I'm behowlden to your
honor; and it’s’ the hoighth o’ kindness, so it: is,
your offer; and it’s nothin’ else but a gintleman you
are, every inch o’ you; but Ihope it’s not so bad
wid us yet, as to do the likes o’ that.”
“I think it bad enough,” said the captain, “when
you are without a compass, and knowing nothing
of your course, and nearly a hundred and eighty
leagues from land.”
““An’ how many miles would that be, oaptain 2” :
“Three times as ma
“Tnever larned the, rule o’ three, captain, and
maybe your honor iil tell me yourself.
“That is, rather more than five hundred miles.”
“Five hundred miles!” shouted Barny., “Oh!
the Lord look down upon us! how'll we iver get
back 2”
“That's what I say,” said the captain; “and there-
fore, I recommend you to come aboard with me.”
“And where 'ud the hooker be all the time?” nid
Barny,
“Let her go adrift,” was the answer,
“Is it the darlint boat ?, Oh, by dad, I'll never
hear o° that at all.”
“Well, then, stay in her and be lost. Decide np-
on the matter at once, either come on hoard or cast
off” and the captain was turning away as he spoke,
when Baroy called after him, “Arrah, thin, your
honor, don't go jist for one minit until I ax youone
word mére ; itl wint wid you, whin would ¥ be
home again 7
“In about seven months,”
“Oh, thin, that puts the wig an it at wanst, I
darn’t go at all.” .
“Why, seven months are not long passing.”
PORTLAND,
shrug of his shoulders. ‘Faix, it’s myself knows,
to my sorrow, the half year comes round mighty
suddint, and the lord’s agint comes for the thrifle o’
rint; and faix I know, by Molly, that nine months
is not long in goin’ over either,” added Barny with
a grin,
“Then what's your objection, to the time?” asked
the captain.
“Arrah, sure, sir, what would the woman that
owns me do while I was away? and maybe it’s
break her heart the crayther would, thinkin’ I was
lost intirely ; and who'd be at home to take care 0”
the childer, and airn them the bit and the sup,whin
Td be away? and who knows but it’s all dead they’d
be afore I got back? Och hone! sure the heart id
fairly break in my body, if hurt or harm kem to them
through me. So, say no more, -captain dear, on-
ly give me a thrifle o’ directions how I'm to make
an offer at gettin’ home, and it’s, myself that will
pray. for, you night, noon and, morning, for that
e
sam
“Well, Paddy,” said the captain, “as you are de-
termined to go back, in spite of all Ican say, you
must attend to me well, while I give you as simple
instructions as Ican. Yousay you know the four
points of the wind, North, South, East and West.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How do you know them, for I must sce that you
are not likely to make a mistake—how do you know
the points ?”
“Why, you see, sir, the sun, God bless it! rises
in the aist, and sets in the west,which stands to rai-
son; and when you stand bechuxt the aist and the
west, the north is fornist you.”
“And when the north is fornist you, as yousay,is
the east on your right or your left hand 7
“On the right hand, your honor.”
«Well, I see you know that mach however—
Now,” said the captain, “the moment you leave the
ship, you must steer a Nor-East course, and you
will make some land near home in about a week ,if
the wind holds as it is now,and it is likely to do so;
but, mind me, if you turn out of your course in the
smallest degee, you are a lost man.”
“Many thanks to your honor!”
“And how are you off for provisions ?”
“Why, thin indeed, in the regard o’ that same we
are in the hoighth 0’ disthress, for,exceptin the
scalpeens, sorra taste passed our lips for these four
days.” |
“Oh! you poor devils !” said the. commander, in
atone of sincere commiscration, “Ill order you
some provisions on board before you start.”
. “Long life to your honor! and I'd like to drink
the healthof so noble a gentleman.”
“T understand you, Paddy ; you shall have grog
too.’
“Musha, the heavens shower blessing an you, I
pray the Virgin’ Mary, and the twelve ‘Apostles,
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, not forgettin’ St.
Pathrick.”
(“Thank you, Paddy; but keep all your prayers
for yourself,for you need them all to help you home
again.”
“Oh ! never fear; whin the thing is to be done,
Til do it, by dad, wid a heart and a half. And sure,
your honor, God is good an’ ‘ill mind dissolate
craythers like uz, on’ the wile oceant as well as
shore
While some of the ship's crew were putting the
captain's benevolent intentions to Barny and his
companions into practice,by transferring some pro-
visions to the hooker, the commander entertained
himself by further conversation with Barny, who
was the greatest original he had ever met., In the
course of their colloquy, Barny drove “many hard
ueries at the captain, respecting the wonders of
the nautical profession, and at last put the question
to him plump + '
“Oh! thin, captain dear, and how is itat all at
all, that you make your way over wide says intire
ly to them fareen parts ”
“You would not understand, Paddy, if I attempt-
ed to explain to you.
“Sure enough, indeed, your honor,and I ask your
pardon, only I was curious’ to know, and sure no
wonder.”
“Jt requires various branches of knowledge to
make a navigator.” ‘|
“Branches,” said Barny, “by gor, I think it id
“Thrue, for you, in throth,” said Baroy, with a
take the whole tree o' knowledge to make it out. And
bad luck to it for a Bingal, it’s the sore Bingal to
me !) is’t so far off as you say ?”
“Yes, Paddy, half round the wold.”
“Ys it round in airnest,captain dear-round about?”
“Aye, indeed.”
“Oh, thin, arn’t you afeared that whin ' you come
to the top and that you're obleeged to go down,that
you'd go slidherin away intirely, and never be able
to stop, maybe? It’s bad enough, so it is, goin’
down-bill by ‘land, bat it must be the dickens ‘all
out by wather.””
“But there is no hill, Paddy ; don’t you know that
water is always level ?”
“By dad, it’s very flat anyhow, and by the same
token it's seldom I throuble it; but, sure your hon-
or, if the wather is level, how do you make out that
it is round you go?”
“That is part of the knowledge I was speaking
to you about,” said the captain.
“Musha, bad luck to you, knowledge, but you're
& quare thing! and where is it Bingal, bad luck ta
it, would be at all at all ?”
“In the East Indies.”
“Oh, that is where they make the tay, isn’t it,
sir?”
“No, where the tea grows is farther still.”
“Further! why that must be the ind of the world
intirely. And they don’t make it,then, but it grows,
‘on tell me.”
“Yes, Paddy.”
“Js it like hay, your honor?’
“Not exactly, Paddy, what puts hay in your
head ?” .
“Oh! only bekase I hear them call it Bohay.?
“A most logical deduction, Paddy.”
“And is it a great deal further, your honor, the
tay country is 2”
“Yes, Paddy, China it is called.”
“Thav’s, I suppose, what we call Chaynee, sir ?”
“Exactly, Paddy.”
“By dad, I never could come at it rightly before,
why it was nath’ral to dhrink tay out o’ chaynee—
I ax your honor’s pardin for bein’ troublesome, but
Thard tell from the long sailor, iv a place they call
Japan, in thim farrin parts, and is it there, your
honor ?”
“Quite trae, Paddy:
trent I suppose its’ there the blackin’ comca
pete Paddy, your out there.”
“Oh, well, I thought it stood to rayson,as I heard
o’ japan blackin’, sir, that it would be there it kem
from, besides, as the blacks themeclvey—the nay-
gurs I mane, is in them parts
“The negroes are in Aftica, Paddy, auch near
er tous.” ~»
“God betune uz and harm. I were] I would not
be too near them,” said Barny. .
“Why, what's your objection ?”
“Arrah sure, sir, they're hardly mortials at all,
but has the mark o’ the bastes an ‘thim.”
“IIow do you make out that, Paddy ?”
“Why, sure, sir, and didn’t Nathur make them
wid wool on their heads, plainly makin’ it undher-
stood to chrishthans, that they war little mer nor
cattle 2”
“[ think your head is a wool: suring nem,
Paddy,” said the captain, laughing.
“Faix, maybe so, indeed,” answered Barny. good:
humoredly, “but it’s seldom I ever went out to
look for wool and kem home shorn, anyhow,” said
he, with a look of triumph. .
“Well, you won't have that to say for the futare,
Paddy,” said the captain, laughing again.
“My name's not Paddy, your honor,” said Barny,
returning the langh, but seizing the opportunity to
turn the. joke aside, that ‘was going against him,
“my name isn’t Paddy, sir, but Barny.’
| “Oh, if it was Solomon, you'll be bare‘ cnongh
when you go home this time; you have not gath-
ered much this trip, Barny.” - |
“Sure I've been reathering knowledge,’ anyhow,
your honor,” said Barny, with a significent look at
the captain, and a complimentary tip of his hand
to his canbocns “and God bless you for being 60
to me
“And what’ your name bait Barmy? si asked
the captain.’ <°.
“0” Reirdon, your honor—Parny O'Reindon’ 's my
name.
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NUMBER 23.
“Well, Barny O’Reirdon. I wont forget your
name nor yourself in a hurry, for you are certainly
the most original navigator Jever had the honor of
being acquainted with.”
“Well,” said Barny, with a triumphant toss of his
head, “I have done out Terry O'Sullivan at any
rate ; the divil a half so far he ever was, and that’s
acomfort. I have muzzled his clack for the rest
iv his life, and he won’c be comin’ over us wid the
pride iv his Fingal. while I'm to the fore. that was
a’most at Bingal.”
“Terry O° Sullivan—who is he, pray?” said the
captain.
“Oh, hi scut iva chap that’s not worth your
axin’for—he’s not worth your honor's notice—a
braggin’ poor craythur. Oh, wait till I get home,
and the divil a more braggin’ they'll hear out of his
indeed, then, Barny, the socner you turn your
face towards home, the better,” said the captain;
“since you will go, there is no need in losing more
time.”
“Thrue for you, your honor—and sure it's: well
for me I had the luck’ to meet with the likes o” your
honor, that explained the ins end the outs iv it to
me, and laid it all down as plain as prent.”
“Are you sure you remember my directions? ”
said the captain,
“Throth an’ I'll never forget them to the day of
my death, and is bound to pray, more betoken, for
you and yours.”
“Don't mind praying for me till you get home,
Barny ; but answer me, how are you to steer when
you shall leave me” oS
“The Nor-Aist coorse, your honor, that’s the
coorse agin the world.”
“Remember that! never alter that course till you
sce land—let nothing make youturn out of a a Nor.
East course.”
“Throth an’ that id be the dirty turn, secin’ that
it was yourself that ordered it, Oh no, I'l depend
my life on the Nor-Aist coorse, and’ God help any
one that comes betune me an’ it—I‘drun him down
if he was my father.” - ‘ ‘
“Well, good-bye, Barny”
“Good-bye, and God bless you, your honor, and
send you safe.” .
“That's a wish you want more for yourself, Bar-
ny—never fear for me but mind yourself well.”
“Oh, sure I'm as good as at home wanst I know
the way, barrin the wind is contrary ; sure the Nor!
Aist coorse ‘ill do the business complate.. Good-
bye, your honor and long life to you, and more
power to your elbow, and a light heart, and a heavy
purse to you evermore, I pray the blessed Virgin
and all the Saints, amin {” and so saying, Barny .
descended the ship’s side and once more assumed .
thehelm of the “hardy hooker.”
The two vessels now separated on their opposite
courses,
afforded! Proudly the ship bore away under her
lofty and spreading canvass, cleaving the billows
before her, manned by an able crew, and under the
guidance of experienced officers. “The finger of
science to point the course of her progress, the
faithfal chart to warn of the hidden rock and the
shoal, the log-line of the quadrant to measure her.
march and prove her position. ‘The poor little
hooker cleft not the billows, each wave lifted her
onits crest like a sea-bird ; but threeinexperienced |
fishermen’ to manage her; no certain means to
guide them over the vast ocean they had to traverse, |
and the holding of the “fickle wind” the only chance
|}. of their escape from perishing in the wilderness of
waters. By the one, the fecling excited is supreme. ~
ly that of man’s power. By the other, of his utter
helplessness.
could scarcely be considered “trackless.” '
other, it was a waste indecd.
Yet the cheer that burst from the ship, at part. :
ing, was answered as gaily from the hooker as tho’
the odds had not been so fearfully against her, and
no blither heart beat’ on board the ship than that of
Barny O'Reirdon,
Happy light- heartedness of my poot country:
men! They have often need of all their buoyant
spirits! How kindly have they been fortified by
nature against the assaults of adversity! and if
they blindly rush into dangers, they cannot be de-
nied the possession of gallant hearts to fight their
way ont of it ifthey can.
_ Bat each hurrah became less audible. By de-
‘What a contrast their relative situation .
To the one, the expanse of ocean >
To the °
