1 "Sire of witches and of wizards, At that name a gloom And who could imagine such magic in chicken-flesh, Before the three hags up starts old Nick in flesh, Asks the old ladies what they require. Each of the crones presents him a broom, The handles of these, To bear us whither our fancies please; Over the broom and broomstick power." Through the air to night, Start we together-together alight!". The words are scarce said when they're all out of sight, Done on railways of late, But that old Atmospheric' surpasses them quite. Riding a desperate hard steeple-chase, Talk not about them-they're "all in my eye," To riding a hard-pulling broom through the sky! More closely than Dame Alice sticks to her broomstick. One William Utlaw dwells by the Newre, For the produce of these What a price from the cits he can manage to squeeze, And he chuckles each day, At the sums they must pay, Nor cares he a jot what about him they say. Again has midnight's gloomy hour, Their vigils while their owners sleep; And dream away their cares and woes ; Strike terror into roving rats; Kilkenny takes its nightly snooze. Comes a voice in my ear, Speaking in accents unearthly and queer, The golden hues of morning streak Ard na h' Erin—“The height of Ireland”—a name given to the Slieve Bloom mountains (in which the Nore has its rise, as have also the Suir and Barrow), from a popular idea that they are the highest chain in Ireland. Poor scoffer!-dost thou never dream, How words like these heaven's works blaspheme? Aught enters not of use to man? Never did folk open wider their eyes, Than do those of Kilkenny, next morn when they rise. What the deuce can it mean? The manure for their crops with such carefulness kept, When skies have grown shady, Playing pranks in the air on a mettlesome broom; Now, one must confess, in a civilized nation, There were few things less pleasant than such a citation, When, if they were witches, they surely would swim; And if they were not, it was easily found, Because in that case the old ladies were drowned. Whereas if they escaped, as some dozen at most did, So, if any old lady ungraciously frowned, 'Twas ten chances to one she was roasted or drowned, But this is digression-the day of the trial "That 'tis proved beyond doubt on a broomstick she rides, That 'tis devilish to make of a broomstick a horse, or he That thus against all Christian laws having spurned, Their notions were horridly coarse in those olden days, The Court having risen, Dame Kettle is taken in fetters to prison, And the bishop and judge having 'done for' the sinner, 'Tis morn-at the gate of the judge there's a knocking, Than the man who thus knocks-and that man is the gaoler. 'Tis perfectly clear something dreadful's the matter, His limbs do so shake, and his teeth do so chatter; Such a shivering sight you would scarce through a winter view, For 'tis something excedingly strange I've no doubt. "Gone off with the devil!-eloped with old Nick- That's enough to be told--'tis a regular sell, A VERY SERIOUS ADVICE TO THE READER. Lest this story may leave on your innocent mind Or a very odd grin, Or hair on her lip, or a squint in her eye, On a broomstick, or otherwise, up to the sky; The fact is, they can't, and what's more, they don't try ; So whether they're good or whether they're bold, No matter that stories about them are told Whether they're poor, or whether they're rich, Don't fancy that any old lady's a witch But this I must add-though it seem superstition, In their lips and their eyes, In glances and whispers, and kisses, and sighs, Who, do what we can to keep safe, make a jest of us, IRELAND SIXTY YEARS AGO. THIRD ARTICLE-CONCLUSION.* THE KINGDOM OF DALKEY. AMONG the singular societies which have existed in Ireland within the last sixty years, was the " Kingdom of Dalkey and its Officers." It was then common, in forming associations, serious or convivial, to adopt, instead of the plebeian name of "club," some more high-sounding title. A society of gentlemen, who established a court of honour to suppress duelling by the contradictory expedient of making themselves such excellent swordsmen that all others would be afraid to fight with them, called themselves the 66 Knights of Tara." They originally named themselves the Knights of St. Patrick; but on the institution of that illustrious order, in 1783, by the crown, the anti-duellists changed their title. The latter illustrious order (of Knights of St. Patrick) was founded, in compliment to the national feeling, after the establishment of the independence of the Irish legislature. A little later in date, but in retrospective commemoration of the same great event, was founded the Kingdom of Dalkey. The Kingdom of Dalkey consisted of a small island which lies on the south side of the bay of Dublin, opposite the now populous town bearing the same name. The district then presented a very different appearance from what it does now. There were then no railroads, no taverns, no cottages, no villas, scarcely even a fisherman's cabin, on the solitary shore. The entire was a deserted waste, with the exception of two little collections of cabins then forming the towns of Dalkey and Dunleary, till the traveller returned to the Blackrock, then the Ultima Thule of the Dublin citizens. The part immediately opposite the island was called "Dalkey Stone Common ;" and the ground which is now eagerly rented at the foot and inch by money-making builders, was then tenanted by the acre by a few roaming asses. It would be difficult to find any two places presenting so great a contrast as "Dalkey as it was," even so short a time since, and "Dalkey as it is." Dalkey is not, however, without its historic recollections, but of a much more ancient period than its royal state. On the island, there are the remains of a small chapel dedicated to its patron saint, Saint Benedict. The chapel has been in ruins for many centuries. About it were formerly some kistvaens, or stone coffins, and human bones, of which they had been the receptacles. From its seclusion, and the communication with the mainland being cut off by Dalkey sound, it was selected as a safe retreat during the epidemic diseases which formerly ravaged Ireland. In the great plague which visited Dublin in 1575, the citizens retreated there, and the island was covered with the tents of the refugees while the sickness continued. From the shelter afforded by the island, Dalkey was anciently thought a commodious substitute for a harbour; and several eminent persons are recorded to have landed or embarked there. Sir A. St. Leger, lord deputy, in 1540, and Sir W. Skeffington, in 1534, on their way to Dublin, and in 1414, Sir John Talbot, afterwards Lord Furnival, lord lieutenant of Ireland, landed there. In 1558, Lord Sussex embarked there to oppose the Scottish invaders at Rathlin, on the coast of Antrim. There are several ruined castles-the castles of Bullock -in the immediate neighbourhood; and when they were built, the place must have been of some importance. It had a charter, and there were markets held there about the year 1500, and the castles were intended to protect the merchandize from pirates; but for centuries the castles have been ruins, and since 1600, the trading town of Dalkey dwindled into a few miserable fishermen's huts. There was formerly established, at some distance inland, the See ante, Vol. XXII., p. 655. |