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And I, I return with the memory of years,

Whose hope rose so high, though in sorrow it set; They have left on my soul but the trace of their


But our mountains remember their promises yet! Oh, where are the brave hearts that bounded of old? And where are the faces my childhood hath seen? For fair brows are furrowed, and hearts have grown cold,

But our streams are still bright, and our hills
are still green;

Ay, green as they rose to the eyes of my youth,
When brothers in heart in their shadows we met;
And the hills have no memory of sorrow or death,
For their summits are sacred to liberty yet!
Like ocean retiring, the morning mists now
Roll back from the mountains that girdle our

And sunlight encircles each heath-covered brow, For which time hath no furrow and tyrants no brand:

Oh, thus let it be with the hearts of the isle-
Efface the dark seal that oppression hath set;
Give back the lost glory again to the soil,

For the hills of my country remember it yet!

WHAT HATH TIME TAKEN? What hath Time taken? Stars, that shone On the early years of earth,

And the ancient hills they looked upon,

Where a thousand streams had birth;
Forests that were the young world's dower,
With their long unfading trees;

And the halls of wealth, and the thrones of power—
He hath taken more than these.

He hath taken away the heart of youth,

And its gladness, which hath been,
Like the summer sunshine o'er our path,
Making the desert green;

The shrines of an early hope and love,
And the flowers of every clime,
The wise, the beautiful, the brave,

Thou hast taken from us, Time!

What hath Time left us? desolate
Cities, and temples lone,

And the mighty works of genius, yet
Glorious, when all are gone;
And the lights of memory, lingering long,
As the eve on western seas-
Treasures of science, thought, and song-
He hath left us more than these.

He hath left us a lesson of the past,
In the shades of perished years;

He hath left us the heart's high places waste,
And its rainbows fallen in tears.

But there's hope for the earth and her children still,
Unwithered by woe or crime,

And a heritage of rest for all,

Thou hast left us these, oh Time!


[Distinguished and remarkable as has been | When the expedition was organized to the the career of Sir Garnet Wolseley, the notice Red River in 1870, Sir Garnet was given the of him in a literary work must necessarily be chief command. The success with which he short, for his incursions into the domain of carried out the operations of this campaign literature have been few and far between. established his reputation; and from that time Sir Garnet Joseph Wolseley, K. C. B., forward he has been selected on such occasions G.C.M.G., is the son of Major G. J. Wolseley, as demanded great military skill and high and was born at Golden Bridge House, near qualities as a leader. He was the successful Dublin, on June 4, 1833. He entered the commander of the expedition against the King army in 1852, and was engaged in that and of Ashantee in 1873-74; and on his return to the following year in the Burmese war. In England received the thanks of parliament the Crimean campaign he distinguished him- and a grant of £25,000; and the Corporation self by almost reckless bravery; was wounded presented him with the freedom of the city of severely; and received the Legion of Honour London, and a sword valued at one hundred and the order of the Medjidie. He next took guineas. He was soon afterwards sent to part in suppressing the Indian mutiny, and Natal to arrange some difficulties of adminiswas mentioned in despatches and raised to the tration and colonial defence: in 1878 he was rank of lieutenant-colonel. During the Chinese made administrator of Cyprus; and in 1879 campaign he acted as quartermaster-general. | he was despatched again to South Africa, to

succeed Lord Chelmsford in the command of | immense value, and houses stored with silks, the forces engaged in the Zulu war, which he soon brought to a successful termination.

satins, and embroidery, were open to them. Indiscriminate plunder and wanton destruction of all articles too heavy for removal commenced at once. When looting is once commenced by an army it is no easy matter to stop it. At such times human nature breaks down the ordinary trammels which discipline imposes, and the consequences are most demoralizing to the very best constituted army. Soldiers are nothing more than grown-up schoolboys. The wild moments of enjoyment passed in the pillage of a place live long in the soldier's memory. Although, perhaps, they did not gain sixpence by it, still they talk of such for years afterwards with pleasure. Such

(FROM NARRATIVE OF THE WAR WITH CHINA.") a time forms so marked a contrast with the ordinary routine of existence passed under the tight hand of discipline, that it becomes a remarkable event in life, and is remembered accordingly. I have often watched soldiers after the capture of a place wandering in parties of threes or fours through old ranges of buildings, in which the most sanguine even could scarcely hope to find anything worth having; yet every one of them bore about them that air of enjoyment which is unmistakable. Watch them approach a closed door; it is too much trouble to try the latch or handle, so Jack kicks it open. They enter, some one turns over a table, out of which tumbles perhaps some curious manuscripts. To the soldier these are simply waste paper, so he lights his pipe with them. Another happens to look round and sees his face represented in a mirror, which he at once resents as an insult by shying a foot-stool at it; whilst Bill, fancying that the "old gentleman" in the fine pictureframe upon the wall is making faces at him, rips up the canvas with his bayonet. Some fine statue of Venus is at once adorned with a moustache, and then used as an "Aunt Sally!" Cock-shots are taken at all remarkable objects, which, whilst occupying their intended positions, seem somehow or other to offend the veteran's eye, which dislikes the in statu quo of life, and studies the picturesque somewhat after the manner that Colonel Jebb recommends to all country gentlemen who are desirous of converting their mansions into defensible posts. The love of destruction is certainly inherent in man, and the more strictly men are prevented from indulging in it, so much the more keenly do they appear to relish it when the opportunity occurs. Such an explanation will alone satisfactorily account for the ruin and destruction of property which

Sir Garnet Wolseley has written a Narrative of the War with China in 1860, from which we give quotations; The Soldier's Pocket-Book, a work on field manœuvres; and he came forward in 1877 as the editor of a rather poor novel, styled Marley Castle. He has also written various articles in the magazines.]


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Upon the 7th of October, at daybreak, we fired twenty-one guns from the high earthen ramparts, near which we halted the evening before, and upon which we had kept large fires burning during the night. These measures were adopted for the purpose of intimating to our cavalry and the French the position we had taken up. A cavalry patrol, under an officer of the quartermaster-general's department, started, as soon as it became light, with orders to ascertain their position and communicate with the French, who were found to be at the Summer Palace, our cavalry being about two miles to their right. Sir Hope Grant, accompanied by Lord Elgin, rode thither in the course of the day for the purpose of seeing General Montauban, who said that as soon as he learned Sir Hope Grant's intention of marching upon Youen-ming-youen, he also made for that place, and fell in with our cavalry during his march, when both proceeded together until they reached the large village Hai-teen, which is situated close by the palace.

Our cavalry brigadier, naturally disliking the idea of getting his men entangled in a town of which he knew nothing, skirted it to the eastward, whilst the French proceeded direct through it and reached the palace gates. About twenty badly armed eunuchs made some pretence at resistance, but were quickly disposed of and the doors burst open, disclosing the sacred precincts of his majesty's residence to what a Chinaman would call the sacrilegious gaze of the barbarians. A mine of wealth and of everything curious in the empire lay as a prey before our French allies. Rooms filled with articles of vertu, both native and European, halls containing vases and jars of

rades. Three days afterwards, when the French moved into their position before Pekin, they seemed to have regained their discipline, and their men were as steady under arms as if nothing had occurred to disturb the ordinary routine of their lives.

follows so quickly after the capture of any place; tables and chairs hurled from the windows, clocks smashed upon the pavement, and everything not breakable so injured as to be valueless henceforth.

Soldiers of every nation under heaven have peculiarities common to all of the trade, and the amusements which I have just described are amongst them. The French most certainly are no exception to the rule. If the reader will imagine some three thousand men, imbued with such principles, let loose into a city composed only of Museums and Wardour Streets, he may have some faint idea of what Youen-ming-youen looked like after it had been about twenty hours in possession of the French. The far-famed palaces of a line of monarchs claiming a celestial relationship, and in which the ambassador of an English king had been insulted with impunity, were littered with the débris of all that was highly prized in China. Topsy-turvy is the only expression in our language which at all describes its state. The ground around the French camp was covered with silks and clothing of all kinds, whilst the men ran hither and thither in search of further plunder, most of them, according to the practice usual with soldiers upon such occasions, being decked out in the most ridiculous-looking costumes they could find, of which there was no lack, as the well-stocked wardrobes of his imperial majesty abounded in such curious raiment. Some had dressed themselves in richly-embroidered gowns of women, and almost all had substituted the turned-up mandarin hat for their ordinary forage-cap. Officers and men seemed to have been seized with a temporary insanity; in body and soul they were absorbed in one pursuit, which was plunder, plunder. I stood by whilst one of the regiments was supposed to be parading; but although their fall in was sounded over and over again, I do not believe there was an average of ten men a company present. Plundering in this way bears its most evil fruit in an army; for if when it is once commenced an effort is made to stop it, the good men only obey; the bad soldiers continue to plunder, and become rich by their disobedience, whilst the good ones see the immediate effect of their steadiness is to keep them poor. I do not believe that it is attended with such demoralizing effects in a French army as it is in ours. The Frenchman is naturally a more thrifty being than the careless Britisher, who squanders his money in drinking, and "standing drink" to his com


Nankin is but the shadow of its former self. Barely a tenth part of the houses once standing are now in existence.

Its walls are old, but massive, and are about 18 miles in circumference; but no more than a third of the inclosed space had ever been built upon, the other two-thirds being under tillage, or devoted to purposes of interment.

The walls are of brick, with the lower portion in many places of sandstone; they average from 40 to 60 feet in height, and are generally about 40 feet in thickness. The city is nearly triangular in shape, the apex being towards the river. A small range of hills stand within the city, extending down the western face, in some places abutting upon the walls. There are now six gates, each defended by a triple line of ramparts, which at those places are over 100 feet in thickness.

We were allowed to wander about the city unquestioned, the only difficulty ever experienced being at the gates, where the officers in charge occasionally stopped us, and put us to some annoyance in order to pass either in or out. Even Chinamen are not permitted to enter without a passport, which those employed as coolies, carrying in supplies, have sewed to the front of their jackets, so as to be visible at all times. Crowds of idlers invariably followed us, and the opprobrious epithet of fan-qui (foreign devil) was far more generally used than I expected to have found by a people professing to be our Christian brethren. When Kau-wan was asked how it was that the follower of the new dynasty persisted in retaining and using constantly the soubriquet which the imperialists had always had for the English, he said that these words were a sort of intonation natural to a Chinaman when he saw any foreigner; that, in fact, it was more an exclamation of astonishment than of intended rudeness. He hoped, however, that when all the people became more accustomed to our presence it would be entirely discontinued.

The Tartar quarter formed a regular forti

unfortunate refugees, who endeavour to support life by fishing, or by any other local employment which they can obtain. In all such places as we had an opportunity of visiting the distress and misery of the inhabitants were beyond description. Large families were crowded together into low, small, tent-shaped wigwams, constructed of reeds, through the thin sides of which the cold wind whistled at every blast from the biting north. The denizens were clothed in rags of the most loathsome kind, and huddled together for the sake of warmth. The old looked cast down and unable to work from weakness, whilst that eager expression peculiar to starvation, never to be forgotten by those who have once wit

fied keep, resting upon the south-eastern face, or base of the triangle, in which the city had been originally laid out. The victorious Tartars when establishing their garrisons throughout the empire seemed to have carefully avoided placing them in the centres of cities, evidently preferring commanding positions somewhere along the original walls of the place, where they then constructed a small city for themselves, from which they domineered over the Chinese quarter. At Nankin all the buildings of the dominant race have been completely destroyed; their débris is now being used in the construction of the king's palaces, which are the only public works now in progress. Nankin is surrounded by gently sloping hills, which, towards the north-east-nessed it, was visible upon the emaciated feaward, assume a rugged appearance, with tures of the little children. With most it was a pointed rocks and high cliffs showing them- mere question of how many days' hunger they selves here and there. On some of these the might drag on their weary lives, whilst even rebels have constructed ridiculous outworks, the very moments of many seemed already which are incapable of defence if regularly numbered. The rebel ranks are swelled in attacked, and, if even cut off from communi- two ways: the first by the capture of unwillcation with the garrison of the city, must sur- ing men, and, secondly, by those who, being render from want of water. To the north the deprived of all they have in this world by the ground between the city walls and the low invading marauders, have, as their only alterslopes of the hills is mostly covered with native, either to starve or join their spoilers water and deep marshes, which, strange to say, themselves. The destructive policy of the abound with pheasants. I have seen as many rebels in this way serves them well. As we as thirty birds get up from a small piece of steamed from Nankin up the river, how we water-covered ground not more than fifty desired that all those good people at home yards square. who wish the Tein-wanists well, and pray daily for their success, could but make a similar voyage, and thus have an opportunity of judging for themselves regarding the two rival powers who are struggling for mastery. When once you have passed clear from the last rebel outpost and got some distance within the still imperial territory, the contrast around could scarcely be believed without seeing it. The river which near the rebels is a great deserted highway, is there to be seen wellcovered with trading craft; highly cultivated farms stretch down to the water's edge, whilst neatly built and snug-looking villages and hamlets are scattered along both banks.

In the neighbourhood of Hankow, where the blackened house-gables show the traveller that it also had one time shared in the misfortunes of Nankin, the work of rebuilding is going on steadily, and is likely to continue, as the exertions and the energy of the present viceroy inspire an ever-increasing confidence in those whom he governs. The local authorities laugh at the notion of the rebels taking the place whilst they have, as they assert, 30,000 men in arms there.


All the rebel soldiers that we saw were badly armed, the universal weapon being a long bamboo with a pike on the top-a very small proportion having old muskets, matchlocks, or pistols; a few fowling-pieces and rifles. Every second man carried a huge flag, and some carried swords;-altogether it is impossible to imagine a more undisciplined or inefficient mob. Wherever they go they plunder and destroy. Civilization, and even animal life, seems to disappear before them, and their march may be tracked by the bodies of murdered peasants and the ruined habitations which they leave behind them. The country people, far and wide, fly from contact with them, transporting their little all to some place which they deem safer. On the banks of the river, beyond the territories thus laid waste, numbers of large straw-built villages are now to be seen, hastily thrown up by the


BORN 1846-DIED 1870.

[John Keegan Casey was son of a peasant farmer of county Westmeath, and was born at Mount Dalton, a village close to Mullingar, the capital of that county, on August 22, 1846. In spite of unfavourable circumstances he devoted much of his time to study; and he was but sixteen when his first poem appeared in the Nation, under his well-known nom-deplume of "Leo." He began life as a mercantile clerk; but after some time made literature his profession. In 1866 a first collection of the poems he had contributed to various journals was issued, under the title A Wreath of Shamrocks. The work was received with great favour in Ireland and America; and some London critics were fain to forget its political bias because of its literary merit.

In 1867 Casey was arrested for his connection with Fenianism; and the imprisonment through which he had to pass perhaps hurried his untimely end. In 1869 he published a second collection of his poems, under the title The Rising of the Moon. The London Review says of these poems, "Treason is put in a fascinating, tolerant, and intelligent shape. . Of course the Saxon comes in for it; but no Saxon could feel over-vexed at being railed at so eloquently in his own language." A sudden attack of hæmorrhage of the lungs brought Mr. Casey's promising life to a close, March 17, 1870, in his twenty-fourth year. The skill with which he had embodied popular feelings in his verse procured for him a high degree of popularity, and his funeral is said to have been attended by no less than 50,000 people.]

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The feast is spread, within the hall

Flash drinking cups with gold encrowned; The harp leans lightly 'gainst the wall

To strike for thee the welcome sound. A hundred sword-blades for thy hand,

A hundred of the swiftest steeds, A hundred hounds, a matchless band Where'er the hunted quarry leads.

So haste away to Tirnan-og, &c.

A hundred robes of precious silk,
And gems from an enchanted mine,
A hundred kine of sweetest milk,

And armour of the brightest shine.
And thou shalt wear that wondrous sword

Of keenest edge, whose flash is death: The summer wind will hear thy word, And gently pour its tender breath.

So haste away to Tirnan-og, &c. Young virgins, sweetest in the song,

And beauteous as the morning sun, Around thy noble steps will throng

To make thy path a joyous one; And heroes, in the combat stern,

In speed and boldness unsurpassed, Before whose prowess Fionn would learn To bow his haughty head at last.

So haste away to Tirnan-og, &c.

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