DINARY! Yesterday, John P—, Esq., one of her Majesty's justices of the peace for the county of Kerry, left home at an early hour in the morning, to enjoy the recreation of shooting, after his late severe magisterial duties. The worshipful gentleman was

well provided with game-bags, arms, and ammunition; and after a day's indefatigable perseverance, he, his four attendants, and a horse, returned, laden with an entire jacksnipe!''

O'Connell told us, that in the place where the dining-table stood, there had been a large rock, which he was obliged to blast when clearing the foundation for the dining-room. "When the rock was bored," said he, "and the train of gunpowder ready to be ignited, I stood at the kitchendoor to watch the explosion. There was a crossgrained, ill-conditioned little terrier about the place, a contankrous cur, that snarled and snapped at every body, and was a general nuisance; but as it had been my uncle's, I did not get it shot. It was an inquisitive brute, too, always peeping and prying, and I could not help laughing when I saw it peeping into the bore just as the train was about to be fired. 'Ha!' thought I, 'you'll catch it now, at last!' The match was applied-bang! went the rock in fragments, but the cur, instead of being

blown aloft, was merely turned over on his back, and scampered off without receiving any injury, as soon as he recovered from the stunning effects of the shock. No doubt he wouldn't have escaped if he had been the least good in the world!"

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CHAPTER XXI.

'Young Volunteer"-O'Connell's Recollections of the Period of the Union-His first Political Speech-Irish and English Popular Agitation contrasted.

WALKING along the beach one morning, O'Con

nell pointed out the mode in

the encroachments of the sea.

which he resisted

A paling of alder

poles interwoven with bushes, is placed along the beach a little above high-water mark. A bulwark of such perishable materials requires to be renewed once a year; yet, by checking the action of the tide, it has accumulated a considerable quantity of sand, which preserves the soil within its ridgy barrier from being worn away by the waves. Ere this simple precaution was taken, the encroachments of the sea had been very considerable. The beach presents a fine firm footing of white sand, beneath which, at the depth of a few feet, are the remains of a turf bog.

"There is," said O'Connell, "a similar bottom under the sands on the beach of Ballinskelligs Bay, near the race-course. I remember when a Cork and Bristol trading vessel, called The Young Volunteer,' was wrecked there. She was dashed among rocks, where she got firmly fixed; the crew were going to put into the boats and row ashore, but the peasantry made signs to them to stay where they were. They were not much inclined to attend to these signs, and were rapidly getting into the boats, when a man named William Murphy levelled a musket at them, and thus compelled them to stay in the vessel. They ascribed this conduct to inhumanity, but they soon were undeceived. The receding tide left their vessel high and dry. At low water they were able to wade to the shore; whereas they would have been certainly swamped, had they tried in the high tide and rough sea to reach the shore in their boats."

The sun was now setting; his rays were intercepted from the part of the beach where we stood, by the rocks of the Abbey Island. "Come," said O'Connell, "let us turn. Now, do look at those majestic mountain waves," he continued, facing towards the sea; "how often have I walked down here to watch the white breakers dashing in, and bursting in foam against the rocks!"

It was a beautiful evening. The atmosphere was perfectly transparent, and the rocky outline of the Abbey Island was clearly defined against the golden sky of sunset. The pure green waters of the bay lay dark in shadow beneath the rocks to the right; whilst the hills on the other side were lighted up with the last rays of evening.

"Fine weather for hunting," said O'Connell ; "the sky promises well for to-morrow." The Repeal was talked of; and he said,

'The year of the Union I was travelling through the mountain district from Killarney to Kenmare— my heart was heavy at the loss that Ireland had sustained, and the day was wild and gloomy. That desert district, too, was congenial to impressions of solemnity and sadness. There was not a human habitation to be seen for many miles; black, giant clouds sailed slowly through the sky, and rested on the tops of the huge mountains: my soul felt dreary, and I had many wild and Ossianic inspirations as I traversed the bleak solitudes.

"It was the Union that first stirred me up to come forward in politics. My uncle Maurice was scarcely pleased at my taking a public part; not that he approved of the Union, but politics appeared to him to be fraught with great peril; and he would have preferred my appearing on some