ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL. carrying with us impressions of the surpassing loveliness of Inchageela, which we shall never forget. Returning to the car, we proceeded on our way to the village of Inchageela, along the northern shore of Lough Allua, traversing a country becoming at every step more wild, rocky, boggy, and sterile. A few miles more brought us to the huts of Gougane Barra, the principal being a shebeen, or public-house, with a frontage of litter and puddle. The others, some half-dozen in number, were of the most miserable description, consisting of mud, wattles, and straw. A guide, seemingly the one comfortably dressed man about the place, volunteered his services to show us the lake and the holy island, some two miles distant, and we set out with him, accompanied at the same time by a train of beggars, whose numOne of these was a bers increased as we advanced. very picturesque fellow, Richard Cronin by name. He was a little short man, with a comical expression of face, and a bright twinkling eye; his chin carried a beard of some weeks' growth, and his lank hair escaped from under his tall hat, which boasted of little more than two inches of rim, and that ragged. The hat may possibly have seen service in Bond Street, on the head of some London dandy, some time about the end of last century. His coat was too big for him, and the long swallow tails dangled down to the middle of his calves, which were bare. Coat and breeches were open to the winds at many points, and they sadly stood in want of needle and thread. Indeed, the man was a picture of the meanest poverty, and yet he seemed as happy as a king. He freely volunteered his own jokes, and laughed at any observation which would bear to be laughed at. "What's his name?" I asked of the guide. "Richard Cronin, sur," answered Richard, who was close at our elbow, "my family's well known in thim parts." "They are, yer honour," said the guide, "he comes of good family-very dacent people they were-his father farmed a dale of land hereabout." "And how is it that Richard has failed in the world, and come to this plight?" "His father was ruined out, and died poor." "A slather, sur.' "But there isn't a slated house within miles, I suppose?" a dozen "Ah!" said the guide, "he'd better say a gentle man at once. "Are you married, Richard?" "No, yer honour, I'm a bachelor; a nate man for a nice widdy wid a fortin!" "You seem badly off for dress?" "Troth I am, sur; but it's a mighty illigant dress (glancing down at his accoutrements) for a summer's day; but for winter-ah!" and he shrugged his shoulders. "You seem happy?" "Well-I am, sur!" Richard had been witness to some stirring scenes in his day, transacted in this out-of-the-way valley among the hills. He had seen "the fight" between Lord Bantry's "throopers" and Captain Rock's men, thirty years ago, but denied that he had any part in it: he was "but a garsoon at the time, but it was a hard and a bloody fight, and the bullets were flyin' about like hail: I seen two of the men were killed by the throopers that day." Beguiling the way with talk,-in which young Dan by almost precipitous hills, the little lake sleeps "count On our way back to the village, we found our One stout followers gradually increasing in number. fellow, who seemed to have been working in the bogs near at hand, joined us on the island, and took part in the conversation, but by the time we reached the village, there must have been some fifteen men, women, and boys, before and behind, dodging us along, and some rubbing shoulders with us. Turning a corner, what seemed a hole in the earth lay before us; but, to my surprise, on passing it, a human head appeared, followed by a body in rags, and a miserable being hopped out and after us! At another point, where a few poles seemed to have been laid against a piece of perpendicular rock along the road-side, covered over with turf and furze, two women appeared, one of them with a big child in her arms; and these two hobbled after us also. But the most startling apparition was that of an old man, with a grizzled grey beard, dirty and haggard, who sprung out of a dismal hovel along the roadside, and met us full in the face, howling Irish, with his arms extended, a heavy crutch in his right hand. "You do not know what he says?" asked 'Ah! here "He to you, says the guide." "No." comes one of my tenants!"" But our pace was too fast for the old man, who could not keep up with us, so he dropt behind, still howling. It was a difficult matter to find coppers for so many attendants, but we managed to get away from them at length, with many blessings. SONG. Oh had I but a fairie's wand To chase all evil things away. Oh! had I but a fairie's wand, I'd give to ev'ry child of song, Neglected by his native land, The riches that to worth belong. I'd tear the mask from beauty's cheek, I'd guide the wayward steps of youth, And lips that now but falsehood speak, Should whisper vows of love and truth. J. E. CARPENTER. THE PRIMROSE TO THE POET. I'M come again to greet thee, As I was long years ago? You sought me then in childhood, At morning's early gleam, Adown the rugged wild wood, And by the brawling stream. And well I loved thy praises, Proclaiming through the air, That primroses and daisies Were beautiful and fair. Oh many a joyous meeting Since then have we two seen, Of holy love and greeting, When spring-time leaves were green. I told thee on the hill side, I vowed I'd leave a token,- And where the ivy mantling Repelled the snowy flake, I saw thee watch my bantling Beneath the fringing brake. Thou lov'st me, and I'll cherish Thy faith through pain and pride, And when thy best friends perish, Thou'lt find me at thy side. E. CAPERN. Ir is good in a fever, much better in anger, to have the tongue kept clean and smooth. MODESTY in your discourse will give a lustre to truth, and an excuse to your error. Too much assertion gives ground of suspicion ; truth and honesty have no need of loud protestations. A MAN who has any good reason to believe in himself, never flourishes himself before the faces of other people in order that they may believe in him. IF you have any excellency, do not vainly endeavour to display it; let it be called into action accidentally, it will infallibly be discovered, and much more to your advantage. THE common miseries of life give us less pain at their birth than during their formation, and the real day of sorrow is ever twenty-four hours sooner than others. THE heart is the mint of all who have no other wealth. THE Chinese have a saying, that an unlucky word dropped from the tongue cannot be brought back again by a coach and six horses. THERE are years in the life of both sexes when everybody includes the one sex,-nobody, the other. No man is wholly intolerant; every one forgives little errors without knowing it. IN everything that is repeated daily there must be three periods; in the first it is new, then old and wearisome; the third is neither, it is habit. THERE are few doors through which liberality and good-humour will not find their way. A DISPOSITION to calumny is too bad a thing to be the only bad thing in us; a vice of that distinction cannot be without a large retinue. EMBELLISHED truths are the illuminated alphabet of larger children. THE chambers of the brain are full of seed, for which the feelings and passions are the flower, soil, and the forcing-glasses. PARENTS cling to their child, not to his gifts. WE should have a glorious conflagration, if all who cannot put fire into their books would consent to put their books into the fire. ONLY trust thyself, and another shall not betray thee. Few men have a life-plan, although many a week, year, youth, or business-plan. A HEART that is full of love can forgive all severity towards itself, but not towards another; to pardon the first is a duty, but to pardon injustice towards another is to partake of its guilt. HE that has no resources of mind is more to be pitied than he who is in want of necessaries for the body; and to be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread. CHILDHOOD knows only the innocent white roses of love; later, they become red, and blush with shame. DECENCY and external conscience often produce a far fairer outside than is warranted by the stains within. Printed by Cox (Brothers) & WYMAN, 74-75, Great Queen Street, London; and published by CHARLES COOK, at the Office of the Journal, 3, Raquet Court, Fleet Street. THE SOUTH FORELAND LIGHT AND THE MYTHS are every day becoming realities, and it of his chamber evolves, from amidst the chaos of his Myths become realities; marvels become every day It was a beautiful sunshiny morning, when we started for a pedestrian journey from Dover to the South Foreland. The sea was rippling calmly and peacefully upon the beach, the beautiful bay was full of shipping, the castle at our left towered above the cliff, just gilded by the rising mellow autumn sun, the masses of green verdure clung here and there in the clefts of the dazzling white chalk, masses were thrown in shadow by the projecting portions of rock, while a cloud sailed occasionally from landward to the sea, and presently was observed gliding silently and PRICE 1d. spirit-like, far away to the French shore. But the cloud's swift flight is now far outdone; that pretty trained pigeon just starting in its rapid flight for the opposite coast, with a small white paper tied to its foot, will be anticipated. Yon almost misty outline of a distant continent, is within the compass of the fraction of a second's time, and words are perhaps even now passing under the keel of yonder proud East-Indiaman, sailing so majestically towards the broad bosom of the Atlantic. shingly beach in high spirits, and presently came to We traversed the a zig-zag path cut in the face of the cliff, and leading to the summit.-We soon reached the lofty level of the high ground, and the lighthouse burst freely upon our view. Words were no more spoken, our whole senses were entranced, and the one prevailing thought was, who should reach the building first, and first cast eyes upon the wonder-working instrument, which will soon, it is not too much to say, effect a revolution in the ideas and affinities of nations. We entered a small room looking out upon the channel, and our eyes were first directed to a thin, snake-like looking rope led over the window-sill, and connected with a strangely complicated-looking machine, which a gentlemanly person informed us to be "Brett's Printing Telegraph." "And this," said I, regarding with no little concern a small mahogany box, one foot by ten inches, "and this is Brett's Printing Telegraph! This," and I slightly curled my nether lip, while my companion smiled, "and this-this thing talks; absolutely prints words-real words at Calais ! " "Yes," said the presiding genius, with provoking calmness, "and fired a gun there a day since." I smiled; this was almost too much, but I had resolved to be calm, and controlling my voice, demanded if Calais could also print at the South Foreland, and would he print a name which I would give him to send over? The name was taken, the instrument set in motion, we heard a confused mysterious rattling, and saw a needle indicator perpetually cutting mad capers round a disc, on which the letters of the alphabet were painted; round went the needle, and we thought it pointed at S, back it flew again, then forward; click, click, click, we stared,-painfully stared at the disc, and the needle, and the letters, backwards and forwards,-now here, now there; Ah! and we seized a letter; we have it, no, yes; then back again, P, no, O, no, R, yes, K, no; bless me, and bathed with perspiration, our eyes starting from their sockets, and with a confused sense of having spelled the word P-O-R-K, we desisted, and threw ourselves exhausted into a chair. The manipulator smiled, and told us, "those movements were not to be followed by embryos in the art." We thought not; at all events, we had a doubtful impression of our own success, but we timidly asked if he had not spelled pork? He was too compassionate to laugh actually, but his eyes laughed, his cheeks laughed, his whole frame laughed, and still there was that abominable needle leaping madly backwards and forwards, and here and there, and seeming to give an extra skip and jump, as though expressly rejoiced at our stupidity. We gave it up; we acknowledge it with deep shame and humiliation; but we looked under the table; it was small, very small, scarcely large enough to afford shelter to a young kitten; but we did look, we saw nothing but wires, and nothing, no, nothing suspicious. "Now!" suddenly cried the attendant spirit; and we directed our eyes towards the instrument, but we saw only the same insanity manifested by the little needle. It flew everywhere, downwards and backwards, upwards and forwards, and we were becoming again very much excited, when a thin slip of paper appeared, and came slowly out from the wood-work of the instrument. We were slightly alarmed, but we set our teeth firmly, and kept together. It came out slowly, and we soon saw little black marks upon it. We darted forward and gave it a strong pull; it gave way, as a little thin piece of paper might be expected, and we had the satisfaction of tearing our daughter's name in half, and blinking and winking in the endeavour to decipher the meaning of the letters, i c e. We at length laughed. We triumphantly held up the paper. "We did not say anything about ice, what was ice to us." We were told to wait one moment; we did so: again the little slip came forward, and the letters A 1 close to the torn portion, revealed themselves; we were wrong, confuted; we hastily swallowed several sceptical words just going to slip blithely from our tongue; we spelled "Alice," and warmly shaking our friend by the hand, confessed that it was wonderful, and that we were enthusiastic converts. "And now," said we, "for the explanation of the mystery, now for the revelation of all these strange and wonderful performances. little needle-" "Is only an indicator." That Only an indicator. We were relieved, gratified, at its being only an indicator. We looked at it with some contempt; it seemed shrunken, as though it would hide itself; it knew it was only an indicator, it didn't print. We absolutely caught ourselves laughing at it, and we thought how many other indicators there were in this world which "didn't print.' "This," said we, and we pointed to a maze of wheels, cogged and not cogged, ratchetted and not ratchetted, springs, wires, and machinery in profusion,"this," said we, "is Brett's Printing Telegraph itself?" "Yes; and I will now explain the mode of operation." We had a boy with us, a headstrong, reckless lad. He was noisy, and we gave him sixpence, and turned him out. "It is a fundamental law of electricity," said our informant, "confining ourselves always to the present case of telegraphs, to take the shortest course by which it can return to the battery or point whence it started. So long as a wire is perfectly protected from any conducting substance it will follow that wire wherever it may lead, but the moment that wire touches water, or the earth, both being conductors, it will run into the earth at that point, and return directly back again to the battery whence it started. There is one instrument at the South Foreland, and one at Calais; from each instrument a wire is led to the earth, and buried to the depth of about six feet to make a good connection. An insulated wire is then led, say from the Foreland instrument, over to Calais through the water. When the Foreland sends a signal, the fluid runs along this insulated wire to the Calais instrument, through that instrument, and down the wire buried in the earth six feet; it then leaves that wire, and passes through the earth without any wire to the Foreland, up the wire buried at the Foreland six feet in the ground, into the Foreland instrument, and then back to the battery. As the fluid always takes the shortest course, it is evident that if it left the Foreland, and the submarine wire touched the water at any point, it would run into the water at that point, and return to the Foreland without condescending to pay its respects to Calais at all; and it would be the same if the signal were sent from Calais: the moment it met the water at the exposed part of the wire, it would take a skip back to Calais, without visiting the Foreland. Hence the gutta percha covering of the telegraphic wire. But gutta percha would soon have been worn through by the abrasion of the rocks; it is therefore protected by a quantity of prepared hemp, saturated in tar, and over this are wound ten thick, iron wires, forming an inconceivably compact and weighty cable, of about two inches in diameter, calculated to bear an immense strain, and to resist, from its small size and great weight, the most angry lashings of indignant Neptune.' "And the printing instrument?" said we, conscious that we were perhaps asking too much. The "Is a combination of machinery, as you see. fluid's task, at each movement I make of this handle, is to attract the little piece of soft iron you see between the coils of wire, the fluid passes through those coils, which are formed of very thin wire, and in so passing, it converts other pieces of iron attached to them into temporary magnets, when they immediately attract the piece of soft iron. Thus to form the letter D, I move this handle to that letter. D is the fourth letter in the alphabet, I therefore successively send four currents to France and back, each time attracting the piece of soft iron, and by that releasing four times the machinery connected with it, which operates upon a perpendicular wheel, on which are the letters of the alphabet raised above its outer circumference; that is also moved round four niches, or to the letter D. I then draw this handle back, at the moment I do so, a piece of brass presses a slip of paper, which runs horizontally over the perpendicular wheel, downwards upon the wheel, and the letter D, being uppermost, is impressed upon the paper; while, at the same time, the paper is caught up, and moved the eighth of an inch onward, ready for the next letter. The wheel has now the letter D uppermost, but the instant the letter is formed upon the paper, the wheel is run back again, by a leaden weight, to the blank before the first letter of the alphabet, and is again ready to be acted upon as before. "The manner in which the wheel with the letters on its circumference is acted upon, is precisely the same as that in which the pendulum of a clock moves the hands round the disc; every time the piece of soft iron is attracted backwards or forwards, it moves two arms, which act upon ratchets in the wheel, and ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL. allow it go round one niche at each stroke; and it moves round in this manner from being provided with a spring, wound up just as a common watch spring. If this spring, therefore, were allowed to run down, the fluid would merely attract the piece of iron backwards and forwards, without any other effect. As before mentioned, the wheel is brought back by having a heavy weight attached to it, which it winds up at every forward movement it is forced to make, by the fluid setting the machinery in motion. "But," said our kind informant, "Calais is about to make a communication." Again the little needle indicator rattled away, again the same strange contortions were gone through, again the wheel was impelled round at each successive stroke, again came the stop, down was pressed the paper upon the letter, the impression received, and the paper moved forwards, and the wheel we then saw was pressed against by two little inking rollers so as to keep the letters properly blackened. Our eyes became tired with following the gyrations of the machinery, and we patiently awaited the conclusion of the communication. It was presented to us to read, and there in clearly printed letters, we found, "I am going to dinner, shall be back at two." We were delighted, and much more intensely gratified when this was presented to us, and we comfortably ensconced in our pocket, a piece of printing, every letter of which had been impressed by the attraction of a fluid which had travelled underneath the water, by the submarine wire, and again returned through the earth itself, more obedient to the will and superior intelligence of man, than even the dumb animal given to him for his use. We still staid chatting with our intelligent friend, and, indeed, felt irresistibly attracted by the presence of the master spirit which served us so well. "And what," said we, "is the total length of the submarine wire?" "Just twenty-five miles at first, but since then we have added a short piece to it, to enable us to reach quite to the Calais shore. Its weight formerly was 200 tons, and it would have required about 4,000 men to It is now still more." raise it. 66 Is it possible!" we exclaimed. "Not only so, but it would take fourteen or fifteen of the huge anchors outside the Exhibition to lift it quite from the ground; and yet," said he in continuation, "it would break by its own weight." "Its own weight?" said we, puzzled. "Yes; for instance, if only ten miles were cut off, its weight would be so great, if suspended from a given point in the air, that it would separate into pieces.' We began to think this might be true, and we "The wire in the centre of the cable," said our Again we heard the usual prelude to a communica- We had lurched over the brink. We proceeded more OUR AUTUMN TRIP THROUGH MUNSTER. ROCKITE AFFRAY. QUICK- THE sun was half-way down the horizon as we In some places, the precipitous rocks approach so close to each other, that there is only room for the road and the rivulet between. At one of such points, about half-way up the Pass, the spot was pointed out to us, where the Rockites blocked up the road, in 1822, by hurling down into it a huge rock from the hill-top. These wild hills were the head-quarters of the insurgent peasantry, who, from their secure fastnesses, Lord Bansallied out by night in all directions, making seizures of arms wherever they could find them. try's house had been attacked by one of their bands, with this view, and many other houses of the surrounding gentry; until, at last, a body of armed gentlemen, accompanied by a small detachment of regular infantry, determined to attack the Rockite stronghold, and disperse the disaffected. On reach ing the head of the Pass (coming as they did, from The mounted gentry, about forty in number, dis |