942. Dublin was devastated by the Irish, viz. by Congalach son of Maolmitheach, heir apparent to the throne of Ireland, assisted by Braen, son of Maohmorda, king of Leinster, and by Kellach, son of Faelan, heir apparent to the throne of Leinster. They reduced to ashes all their houses, fortifications, ships, &c. led captive their women, sons, plebeians, &c. killed their soldiers, and totally extirpated the Danes, save only a small number who fled in a few ships to Delginis (Delginny).

943. Blacar, one of the chiefs of the Danes was driven from Dublin, and Arnlave, settled there after him.

944. The Danes of Dublin plundered Clonmacnoise, and all the other churches of Meath.

945. Rory O'Cannanan led an army to Slane, and was joined by the Irish and some Danes, viz. by Congalach, son of Maolmethedh, and by Amlave Cuaran, a Dane. They defeated the Danes of Dublin. In this battle great numbers were killed and drowned.

Scoly O'Hegan, lord of Dartry, Garvey, son of Murray Tanist of Hy-Crimthan, and Hugh, the son of Tiernan O'Ruairc, fell fighting in the thick of the battle. Dublin was this year plundered by Congalach, king of Ireland.

946. Congalach. king of Ireland fought the battle of Dublin against Blacar, son of Imar, lord of the Northmen. In this battle fell Blacar himself and sixteen hundred of his people were killed, wounded or taken prisoners.

948. The round tower of Slane was burned by the Danes this year. The tower at this time was full of relics and religious people, among whom was Caoineacair lecturer of Divinity at Slane, among the relics were the Crozier of Saint Erlama, and the best bell in all Ireland.

A bloody battle was fought this year between the Irish and Danes, that is, between Rory O'Cannanan and the Danes of Dublin on the festival of St. Andrew precisely. In this battle the Danes were defeated with great slaughter; six thousand of their bravest men were left dead on the plain, not reckoning others of inferior note. Rory heir apparent to the crown of Ireland, fell fighting in the thick of this battle. Imar Tanist of the Danes fell also; Godfred, the son of Sitric, and a few men survived.

949. Godfred, the son of Sitric with the Danes of Dublin, plundered Kells, Downpatrick, Ardbreccan, Tulan, Disirt Kiarain, Kilskerry, and other churches. They totally devastated Kells, carried away more than three thousand prisoners with gold, silver, and other riches.

In this year the Danes of Dublin were afflicted with scurvy and dysentery,

954. Congalach, king of Ireland, fought a battle against Amlave, son of Godfred, lord of the Danes of Dublin, in which he himself, with many other Irish chieftains, lost their lives.

959. Lightning which originated in the south-west, passed through Leinster and killed a thousand persons, and some herds in the neighbourhood of Dublin.

960. Sitric Cam (the stooped) set out in his ship to plunder Hy-Colgan, but Amlave at the head of the Danes of Dublin and the Lagenians checked his design. Amlave shot him with an arrow through the thigh.

Sitric was routed, and his people slaughtered, but he made his escape by taking flight with his ships.

965. An incursion was made this year by the Danes of Dublin and the Lagenians into Bregia, which they plun dered. On this expedition, Carroll, son of Lorcan, heir appareut to the crown of Leinster, was mortally wounded.

976. The Danes of Dublin fought the battle of Biothlann, against the Lagenians, in which were killed Augaire, son of Tuathal, king of Leinster, and Murray, son of Řian, lord of Hy-Kinsellagh, and many others.

977. Donall Claen, king of Leinster, was taken prisoner by the Danes of Dublin.

978. The Battle of Tarah was fought this year, by Malachy, the son of Donall (afterwards king of Ireland), against the Danes of Dublin and of the Islands. In this battle the Danes were defeated and slaughtered; many brave Irish chieftains fell also in the thick of this battle.

Amlave, after this battle, passed over into Scotland, and died a penitent in Hy-Columbkille.

979. Amlave, the son of Sitric, chief lord of the Danes of Dublin, went to Hy-Columbkille, on a pilgrimage, where he died a good penitent.

982. The Danes of Dublin plundered Glendalogh.

985. Maelkiarn O'Maighne Comharba of St. Columbkille, received a most cruel martyrdom from the hands of the Danes of Dublin.

988. Malachy, king of Ireland, fought the battle of Dublin against the Danes, in which he killed a countless number of them. After the battle he laid siege to their garrison for twenty nights, during which time they had no drink but salt water. They surrendered on whatever conditions he wished to receive them. Malachy received them to mercy, on condition that they would pay to the monarch of Ireland for ever one ounce of gold for every cultivated garden in their possession.

992. The Danes of Dublin plundered Ardbreccan, Donaghpatrick, and Muinebrocain.

Imar was expelled from Dublin.

993. Sitric, the son of Amlave was expelled from Dublin. 994. Imar returns to Dublin.

The Danes of Dublin plundered Donaghpatrick.

The ring of Tomar, and the sword of Carolus were forcibly carried away by Malachy, king of Ireland, from the Danes of Dublin.

Imar fled again from Dublin, and Sitric takes his place.

995. Mahon, the son of Carroll, lord of Hy-duchadha was killed in Dublin by Maolmorda, the son of Murchad, in revenge for his father.

997. Malachy, king of Ireland, and Brian Boru, marched with an army to Dublin, and obtained hostages from the Danes.

Malachy, with the men of Meath, and Brian, with the men of Munster, marched to Dublin, and carried away hostages and much wealth from the Danes.

998. Kildare was plundered by the Danes of Dublin.

In the same year, Malachy, king of Ireland, and Brian Boru, marched with an army to Glenmama, where they were met in defiance by the Danes of Dublin; a furious battle was fought, in which the Danes were routed and slaughtered. Amongst the slain were recognized Harold the son of Amlave, and Coilen the son of Etigen and many others of the nobles of Dublin.

Malachy and Brian proceeded to Dublin, and remained a week there; they carried away thence gold and silver and prisoners, burned the fortress and expelled Sitric, lord of the Danes.

999. The Danes settled again at Dublin, and gave hostages to Brian Boru.

1001. Brian Boru marched to Dublin, and obtained the hostages of the men of Meath and Connaught.

1012. The Lagenians and Danes waged war against Brian Boru; Brian marched against them, and plundered Leinster as far as Dublin.

1014. The Danes of the north and west of Europe were defeated by Brian Boru, and by Malachy, king of Meath, in the battle of Clontarf, near Dublin. For an account of this battle, see our 17th number.

1014. Malachy, king of Ireland, marched to Dublin, at the head of the Southern Hy-Nialls and Hy-Maoldoraidh; they burned the fortress and all the houses around it.

1017. Breen, son of Maolmordha, son of Murchad, king of Leinster, was blinded, in Dublin, by Sitric, the Son of Amlave, who took him by treachery. Breen died for the loss of his eyes.

1018. Sitric, the son of Amlave, at the head of the Danes of Dublin, plundered Kells; they carried away rich spoils and many captives, and murdered many in the middle of the church.

1021. Ugaire, the son of Dunlaing, king of Leinster, defeated Sitric, the son of Amlave, and the Danes of Dublin, with great slaughter, at Derge-Mogerog, in the county Wicklow.

1022. Malachy, king of Ireland, defeated the Danes of Dublin, at Athboy, near Tlachtga. The king lived but one month after this battle.

1026. Murtogh, son of Congalach, lord of Ophaly, was killed by the Danes of Dublin.

The Danes of Dublin were defeated the same year at Loch Rein, by Rian, heir apparent to the throne of Temor.

1030. The Danes of Dublin plundered Ardbreccan, burned two hundred persons in the stone church, and led captive two hundred more.

1035. Reginald, the Son of Imar, lord of Waterford, was killed in Dublin, by Sitric, the son of Amlave.

Sitric, the same year, plundered and burned Ardbreccan. 1037. The Danes of Dublin plundered Skreen and Duleek, in Meath.

1045. The Danes of Dublin, under the command of Imar, the son of Harold, slaughtered the Ultonians, in the Island of Rathlin, off the north coast of Antrim. Three hundred

1052. Maelnambo plundered Fingall, and burned the country from Dublin to Albene. The Danes of Dublin made opposition, and fierce engagements took place outside the fortress of Dublin, where many fell on both sides. Eachmarcach, the son of Reginald, lord of the Danes, fled from Dublin, across the sea, and Maelnambo, assumed the lordship of the Danes.

1070. Murchad, the son of Dermod, son of Maelnambo, lord of the Danes and of Leinster, died in Dublin.

1072. Dermod, son of Maelnambo, king of Leinster, of the Danes of Dublin, and of the Southern half of Ireland, was killed and beheaded in the battle of Odhbha, on Tuesday, the 7th of the Ides of February. This battle he fought against Connor O'Melaghlin, king of Meath,

1074. Dunan, first archbishop of Dublin, died.

1075. Donall Mac Morogh, king of Leinster and of Dublin, died of three nights sickness.

Mortagh O'Brien took Dublin.

1080. Torlogh O'Brien marched with an army to Dublin, and through Meath; and Melaghlin, attended by the successor of St. Patrick, who carried St. Patrick's crozier, and by the clergy of Munster, suhmitted to him.

1084. Gillapatrick, bishop of Dublin, was drowned. 1086. Melaghlin, the son of Connor, marched to Dublin, but was defeated by the Danes and Lagenians.

1088. The Danes of Dublin, Wexford, and Waterford, attempting to plunder Cork, were defeated with great slaughter by the Hy-veachs of Munster.

1090. Murtogh O'Brien marched through Leinster, at the head of the Momonians and Danes of Dublin, and plundered various districts of it, and also Moybra, as far as Athboy.

1094. The Momonians, under the command of Murtogh O'Brien, expelled Godfrey, lord of the Danes, from Dublin. This Godfrey had ninety ships at Dublin.

1095. A plague raged throughout Europe this year, of which Donngus, bishop of Dublin, and many other holy bishops and abbots died.

1102. The men of Ireland marched to Dublin this year to give battle to Magnus and the Norwegians, who came to plunder Ireland. They made peace with the Irish for a year. Murtogh O'Brien gave his daughter in marriage to Sicraid, the son of Magnus, with much riches, and precious articles. 1103. The Danes of Dublin were slaughtered by the Irish.

Magnus, king of Norway and of the Islands, who returned this year to conquer Ireland, was killed, and his people slaughtered by the Ultonians.

1105. Donall, the son of Amalgadh, Ardchcomarba of St. Patrick, (Archbishop of Armagh, went to Dublin this year to make peace between Donal O'Loughlin and Murtogh O'Brien.

1107. Donall, son of Teige O'Brien, was cast in chains by Murtogh O'Brien, in Dublin, but set at liberty soon after.

1115. Donal O'Brien and the Danes of Dublin overthrew the Lagenians, and killed Donchad, lord of Hy-Kinsella. Connor O'Connor, lord of Ophaly, with his son and many others, were killed.

1117. Dermod M‹Enna, king of Leinster, died at Dublin. 1118. Torlogh O'Conor marched to Dublin, and rescued Donal O'Melaglin, the son of the King of Temor from the hands of the Danes, and also obtained hostages from them.

1121, Samuel O'Hangli, bishop of Dublin, died, and Kellach, Comarba of St. Patrick, was transferred to the bishoprick of Dublin.

1126. Torlogh O'Conor mustered an army, by which he conquered Leinster and the Danes of Dublin, and placed his son Conor over them.

1127. The Danes of Dublin carried away the shrine of Columbkille, but restored it to its own church a month afterwards. J.O.D.

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COMBUSTION.

Combustion signifies a burning, or the decomposition of certain substances called combustibles, accompanied with light and heat. The process of combustion, like various other operations of nature, although subject to our daily examination, is very little known, and few are able to give a rational explanation of it. The various phenomena it exhibits, its

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astonishing effects, its infinite uses, and its devastations, have rendered it in all ages a principal object of human attention. Whilst the wants and economy of mankind, have at all times called forth their industry in devising easy methods of lighting and warming their apartments, of preparing their victuals, &c. the calm contemplations of the philosopher have endeavoured to investigate the cause or causes of this wonderful phenomenon. It is natural to suppose that their first ideas must have been extremely incoherent and fanciful, since the present theory, which rests upon the foundation of innumerable experiments, and strict reasoning, is vastly different from any sort of hypothesis that even the wisest philosopher would have been led to form without the light of these experiments. The first plausible theory was formed by STAHL, an eminent wriThe striking difference between bodies combustible and incombustible, induced him to suppose that the combustibles were endowed with a peculiar principle of inflamability, which the incombustibles had not, and to this supposed principle he gave the name of phlogiston. According to this supposition, when combustibles were heated to a certain degree, they began to part with their phlogiston, and continued to burn as long as they had phlogiston to lose; after which, they remained in a state of incombustibility: hence in the former state, those bodies were said to phlogisticated. With certain bodies the combustion was attended with a separation of other components, so that afterwards they could not be brought back to their former state by the mere addition of phlogiston; but with other bodies, as the metals, the processes of dephlogistication and phlogistication might be repeated without end. This was long the prevailing theory of philosophers; but though the theory was universally adopted, the existence of the principle upon which it was established could not be proved, for instance, when a piece of zinc of a determined weight, was reduced to a calx, the weight of the calx was found to exceed the original weight of the zinc. It was therefore evident that it had acquired something ponderous, amd this was utterly repugnant to the phlogistic theory; for by the loss of phlogiston it ought rather to have lost part of its original weight.

A more rational theory, founded on experiments, is now adopted. One of the principal labourers in its investigation was the ingenious but unfortunate Lavoisier. He has clearly proved that during the process of combustion, oxygen gas is absorbed by the burning substance, and concentrated; the caloric, being disengaged, passes off in the state of sensible heat, and sometimes with such a portion of light as gives the appearance of red or white heat. From what has been said, it follows, that with a given combustible, the quickness of the decomposition is in proportion to the supply of oxygen, which shows the reason why a fire is increased by blowing common air upon it, and much more by blowing upon it oxygen gas. With certain combustibles, a peculiar process takes place. It is a remarkably slow process of spontaneous combustion. The body, by attracting oxygen from the atmosphere, becomes thereby gently heated, in consequence of which it is capable of uniting with more oxygen; a greater decomposition of the latter ensues, more heat is evolved, and thus the process is gradually accelerated until flame and visible combustion takes place. Such is sometimes the case with hay, and many other substances, The well known mixtures of iron filings and sulphur moistened with a little water is an instance of this sort; for if this mixture be buried a little below the surface of the earth, it will of itself, after a lapse of several hours, burst forth into a state of ignition. This experiment has been generally called the artificial volcano.

Though heat is derived, in combustion, from the oxygen gas, the derivation of light is not so evident. It has been for a long time supposed, that this element is also one of the components of oxygen gas; but the observations made respecting the light yielded by several bodies when they are slightly heated, or even spontaneously, and that some of them yield much more light than others, seems to prove that light forms a component principle of most bodies, and that it is evolved from the combustible. It is likely, however, that part of it at least may be derived from oxygen gas. Ballymena.

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This truly beautiful and magnificent building, which, as all our readers know, was originally the Parliament House of Ireland, though considerably changed by the internal adaptations necessary for its present purpose, is fully entitled to the character given of it in 1791, by the very talented James Malton-"that it is no hyperbole to advance, that this edifice in the entire, is the grandest, most convenient, and most extensive of the kind in Europe;" and with equal truth he observed, that "it derives all its beauty from a simple impulse of fine art; and is one of the few instances of form only, expressing true symmetry." Indeed, so truly classical is this fine edifice in its proportions, so grand in its simplicity, that it is not saying too much of it, that it would have done honor to the best days of grecian art; and with such an example before us-one which gives delight to all persons imbued even with the slightest sentiments of taste-it is strange that it should hitherto have had so little effect on the architectural taste of our country, and that nothing comparable to it, and very little of a similar refined character, has been ever raised in the country since the period of its erection.

The foundation of the Parliament House was laid in 1729, during the administration of Lord Carteret, and was executed under the inspection of Sir Edward Lovet Pearce, engineer and surveyor-general; but completed by Arthur Dobbs, Esq., who succeeded him in that office, about the year 1739. The expense amounted to above £40,000. The building being found insufficient in extent to accommodate the Lords and Commons, in 1785, an eastern front, leading to the House of Lords, was designed and executed by the late eminent architect, James Gandon, at an expense of £25,000. In 1787, a western

front and entrance, joined to the centre portico by a circular colonade, were added, from the design of Mr. Parke, architect, for about £30,000. The edifice thus perfected for its original purposes, was purchased by the Company' of the Bank of Ireland, in 1802, from the Government, for the sum of £40,000, subject to a ground rent of £240 per annum. It is singular enough that the name of the original architect is not certainly known.

The centre portico of this magnificent structure, which is the subject of our present illustration, consists of one grand colonnade of the Ionic order, occupying three sides. of a court-yard, and resting on a flight of steps continued entirely round, and to the extremities of the colonnade, where are entrances under two lofty archways. The four central columns support a pediment, whose tympanum is ornamented by the Royal Arms, and on its apex is placed a statue of Hibernia, with one of Fidelity, on her right, and another of Commerce, on her left. These statues were executed by our fellow citizen, John Smyth, that of Hibernia being modelled by his father, and the other two by the celebrated Flaxman. This magnificent centre is connected with the eastern and western fronts, which almost contend with it in beauty, by circular screen walls the height of the building, enriched with dressed niches and a rusticated basement. The western front, which is a beautiful portico of four Ionic columns surmounted by a pediment, preserves an uniformity of style with the centre; but the eastern one, which was originally the entrance to the House of Lords, is of a different style, being of the Corinthian order, and consisting of six columns, crowned by a pediment with a plain tympanum, on which stand three fine statues by the elder Smyth, emblematic of Justice, Fortitude, and Liberty. Though this portico is in itself of the most exquisite proportions and beauty, the difference of its style from the

other parts of the building is justly objected to, inasmuch as it destroys the symmetrical uniformity of the building as a whole. The defeet, however, was accidental, and not attributable to any want of judgment on the part of its accomplished architect, but caused by a desire on the part of the Lords to have their entrance of a different and more ornamental character than that appropriated to the Commons; and it is related as an instance of the ready wit of Mr. Gandon, that a gentleman passing while the workmen were placing the Corinthian capitals on the columns, struck with the incongruity, having asked "What order is that?" the architect, who was present, replied, "It is a very substantial order, for it is an order of the House of Lords!" P.

DARBY DOYLE'S VOYAGE TO QUEBEC.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE DUBLIN PENNY JOURNAL.

Misthur Edithor,

I tuck the road one fine morning in May, from Inchegelagh, an' got up to the Cove safe an' sound. There I saw many ships with big broad boords fastened to ropes, every one ov them saying, "The first vessel for Quebec." Siz I to myself, those are about to run for a wager; this one sez she'll be first, and that one sez she'll be first. At any rate, I pitched on one that was finely painted, and looked long and slender like a corragh on the Shannon. When I wint on boord to ax the fare, who shou'd come up out ov a hole but Ned Flinn, an ould townsman ov my own. "Och, is it yoorself thats there Ned,” siz I; "are ye goin' to Amerrykey?" " Why, an' to be shure," siz he; "I'm mate ov the ship." "Meat! that's yer sort, Ned," siz I; then we'll only want bread. Hadn't I betther go and pay my way?" "Your time enough," says Ned, I'll tell you when we're ready for sea-leave the rest to me Darby." "Och, tip us your fist, siz I; you were always the broath ov a boy; for the sake of ould times, Ned, we must have a dhrop." So, my jewel, Ned brought me to where there was right good stuff. When it got up to three o'clock, I found myself mighty weak with hunger, I got the smell ov corn beef an' cabbage that knock'd me up entirely. I then wint to the landleddy, and siz I to her, Maybee your leddyship id not think me rood by axin iv Ned an' myself cou'd get our dinner ov that fine hot mate that I got a taste ov in my nose? "In troath, you can (siz she, an' she look'd mighty pleasant), an' welkim." So, my darlin', dish an' all came up. That's what I call a flaugholoch mess," siz I. So we eat and drank away. Many's the squeeze Ned gave my fist, telling me to leave it all to him, and how comfortable he'd make me on the voyage. Day afther day we spint together, waitin' for the wind, till I found my pockets begin to grow very light. At last, says he to me, one day afther dinner, "Darby, the ship will be ready for sea on the morrow-you'd bether go on boord, an' pay your way." "Is it jokin' you are, Ned?" siz I; "shure you tould me to leave it all to you." "Ah! Darby," siz he, "you're for takin' a rise out o' me; shure enough ye were the lad that was never without a joke-the very priest himself coudn't get I'll over ye. But, Darby, there's no joke like the thrue one. stick to my promise; but, Darby, you must pay your way." "O Ned," siz I, "is this the way your goin' to threat me afther all. I'm a rooin'd man; all I cou'd scrape together I spint on you. If you don't do something for me, I'm lost. Is there no place where you cou'd hide me from the captin." Not a place," siz Ned. "An' where, Ned, is the place I saw you comin' up out ov." "O, Darby, that was the hould where the car"An' is there no other place?" siz I. "O go's stow'd." yes," siz he, "where we keep the wather casks." "An' Ned, siz I, "does any one live down there?" "Not a mother's soul," siz he. "An', Ned," siz 1, "can't you cram me down there, and give a lock ov straw an' a bit?" Why Darby," siz he (an' he look'd mighty, pittyfull), "I must thry. But mind, Darby, you'll have to hide all day in an empty barrel, an' when it comes-to my watch, I'll bring you down some prog; but if you're diskiver'd, it's all over with me, an' you'll be put on a dissilute island to starve."" O Ned," siz I, "leave it all to me-never fear, Darby-I'll mind my eye." When night cum on, I got down into the dark cellar, among the barrels; poor Ned fixt a place in a corner for me to sleep, an' every night he brought me down hard black cakes an' salt meat. There I lay snug for a whole month. At last, one night, siz he to me, Now, Darby, what's to be done? we're within three days sail ov Quebec; the ship will be overhaul'd,

an' all the passengers' names call'd over; if you are found, you'll be sould as a slave for your passage money." "An' is that all that frets you, my jewel?" siz I; "can't you leave it all to me? In throath, Ned, I'll never forget your hospitality at any rate. But, Ned, what place is outside ov the ship?" Why, the sea to be shure," siz he. "Och! botheration," siz I, "I mean what's the outside the ship?" "Why, "An' fire Darby," siz he, "part of it's called the bulwark."

and faggots!" siz I, "is it bulls work the vessel along?" "No, nor horses," siz he, "neither; this is no time for jokin'; what do you mean to do?" Why, I'll tell ye, Ned: get me an empty meal bag, a bottle, an' a bare ham bone, an' that's all I'll ax." So, begad, Ned look'd very queer at me; so he got them for me anyhow. "Well, Ned," siz I, "you know I'm a great shwimmer; your watch will be early in the mornin'; I'll jist slip down into the sea; do you cry out, there's a man in the wather, as loud as you can, an' leave all the rest to

me."

Well, to be sure, down into the sea I dropt without so much as a splash. Ned roard out with the hoarsness of a brayin' ass" A man in the sea-a man in the sea." Every man, woman, an child came running up out of the holes, the Captin among the rest, who put a long red barrel like a gun to his eye-gibbet me but I thought he was for shootin me! down I dived. When I got my head over the wather agen, what shou'd I see but a boat rowin to me as fast as a throut after a pinkeen. When it came up close enough to be heard, I roared out, "Bad end to yees, for a set ov spalpeen rascals, did ye hear me at last ?" The boat now run 'pon the top ov me; down I dived agen like a duck afther a frog, but the minnit my scull came over the wather, I was gript by the scruff To be shure ov the neck, and dhrag'd into the boat.

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I didn't kick up a row-" Let go my hair, ye blue devils," I roared, "it's well ye have me in your marcy in this dissilute place, or by the powthers I'd make you feel the strinth ov my bones. What hard look I had to follow ye's at all at all which ov ye is the masther?" As I sed this, every mother's son began to stare at me, with my bag round my neck, an my bottle by my side, an the bare bone in my fist. "There he is," siz they, "pointin to a little yellow man in a corner of the boat. May the rise blisthers on your rapin-hook shins," siz 1, "you yallow lookin monkey, but its a most time for you to think of lettin me into your ship-I'm here plowin and plungin this month afther ye; shure I did'nt care a thrawneen, was it not that you have my best Sunday clothes in your ship, and my name in your books. For three sthraws, if I don't know how to write, I'd leave my mark, an that on your skull;" so saying, I made a lick at him with the ham bone, but I was near tumblin into the sea agen. "An pray what is your name What i'd you my lad?" siz the Captin. "What's my name ! give to know," siz I, "ye unmanerly spalpeen, it might be what's your name Darby Doyle, out ov your mouth-aye, Darby Doyle, that was never afraid or ashamed to own it at home or abroad!" "An Mr. Darby Doyle," siz he, " do you mean to persuade us that you swum from Cork to this afther us?" "This is more of your ignorance," siz I-" aye, an if you sted three days longer, and not take me up, I'd be in Quebec before ye, only my purvisions were out, an the few rags of bank notes I had all melted into paste in my pocket, for I had'nt time to get them changed. But stay, wait till I get my foot on shore, there's ne'er a cottoner in Cork iv you don't pay for leavin me to the marcy of the waves."

All this time the blue chaps were pushin the boat with sticks through the wather, till at last we came close to the ship. Every one on board saw me at the Cove but did'nt see me on the voyage; to be sure every one's mouth was wide open, crying out Darby Doyle. "The- stop your throaths," siz I, "its now ye can call me loud enough; ye would'nt shout that way when ye saw me rowlin like a tub in a millrace the other day fornenst your faces." When they heard me say that, some ov them grew pale as a sheet-every thumb was at work, till they most brought the blood from their forreds. But, my jewell, the captin does no more than runs to the book, an calls out the names that paid, and them that was'nt paid-to be shure I was one ov them that did'nt pay. If the captin looked at me before with wondherment, he now looked with astonishment! Nothin was tawk'd ov for the other three days but Darby Doyle's great shwim from the Cove to Quebeck. One sed, "I always knew Darby to be a great shwimmer." "De ye remimber," siz another, "when Darby's dog was nigh been drownded in the great duck hunt, when Darby peeled off an brought in the dog, and made afther the duck himself, and swum for two hours endways; and do

ye remimber when all the dogs gother round the duck at one time; when it wint down how Darby dived afther it, and sted down for amost an hour-and sted below while the creathur was eatin a few frogs, for she was weak an hungry; and when every body thought he was lost, up he came with the duck by the leg in his kithogue (left hand.)

Begar I agreed to all they sed, till at last we got to Amerrykey. I was now in a quare way; the captin would'nt let me go till a friend of his would see me. By this time, my jewell, not only his friends came, but swarms upon swarms starin at poor Darby. At last I called Ned. "Ned avic," siz I, I want to go about my bisness.” "Be easy, Darby," siz he, "hav'nt ye your fill of good ating, an the captin's got mighty fond ov ye entirely." " Is he Ned," siz I, "but tell us, Ned, are all them crowds ov people goin to sea ?" " Augh, ye omadhaun," siz Ned, shure they are come to look at you." Just as he sed this, a tall yallow man, with a black curly head, comes and stares me full in the face. "You'll know me agen," says I, "bad luck to yer manners, and the schoolmasther that taught ye." But I thought he was goin to shake hands with me, when he tuck hould of my fist and opened every finger, one by one, then opened my shirt and look't at my breast. "Pull away, mabouchal," siz I, "I'm no desarthur at any rate." But never an answer he made me, but walk'd down into the hole where the captin lived. "This is more ov it," siz I, "Ned, what cou'd that tallah-faced man mean ?" "Why," siz Ned," he was lookin to see iv your fingers were webb'd, or had ye scales on your breast." "Hiz impidence is grate," siz I, "did he take me for a duck or a bream." "But Ned, what's the meanin ov the boords acrass the stick the people walk on, and the big white boord up there?" Why come over and read," siz Ned.But, my jewel, I did'nt know whether I was stannin on my head or on my heels when I saw in great big black letters— THE GREATEST WONDHER IN THE WORLD!!! TO BE SEEN HERE,

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A Man that beats out Nicholas the Diver! He has swum from Cork to Amerrykey!! Proved on oath by ten of the Crew and twenty Passengers.

Admittance Half a Dollar.

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"Bloody wars, Ned," siz I," does this mean your humble sarvint ?" "Divil another," siz he-so I makes no more ado, than with a hop, skip, and jump, gets over to the captin, who was now talkin to the yallow fellow that was afther starin me out ov countenance. 66 Pardon my rudeness, your honor," siz I, mighty polite, and makin a bow-at the same time Ned was at my heels-so rising my foot, to give the genteel scrape, sure I scraped all the skin off Ned's shins. May bad look to your brogues," siz he. "You'd betther not curse the wearer," siz I, "or "Oh! Darby," siz the captin, "don't be unginteel, an so many ladies and gintlemin lookin at ye." "The never an other mother's soul shall lay their peepers on me 'till I see sweet Inchegelagh agen," says I, "begar you are doin it well." "How much money have ye gother for my shwimmin?" "Be quiet, Darby," siz the captin, and he looked very much friekened, "I have plenty, an I'll have more for ye iv ye do what I want ye to do." "An what is it avic," siz I? Why Darby," siz he, "I'm afther houldin a wager last night with this gintleman, for all the worth of my ship, that you'll shwim against any shwimmer in the world; an Darby if ye don't do that I'm a gone man.”— "Augh, give us your fist," siz I, "did you ever hear ov Paddy's dishaving any man in the European world yet-barrin themselves." "Well, Darby," siz he, I'll give you a hundred dollars; but Darby you must be to your word, and you shall have another hundred." So sayin, he brought me down into the cellar; but, my jewel, I did'nt think for the life ov me to see such a wondherful place, nothin but goold every way I turned, and Darby's own sweet face in twenty places. Begar I was amost asham'd to ax the gintleman for the dollars. But siz I to myself agen," the gintleman has too much money; I suppose he does be throwin it into the sea, for I often heard the sea was richer than the land, so I may as well take it any how. "Now Darby," siz he, "here's the dollars for ye."But begar it was only a bit ov paper he was handin me. "Arrah, none ov yer tricks upon thravellers," siz I," I had betther nor that, and many more of them melted in the sea; give me what won't wash out of my pocket." Why Darby," siz he, 66 this is an ordher on a marchant for the amount." "Pho, pho! siz I, « I'd sooner take your word nor his oath

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lookin round mighty respectful at the goold walls. well, Darby," siz he, "you must have the real thing;" so, by the powthers, he rekon'd me out a hundred dollars in goold. I never saw the like since the stockin fell out of the chimly on my aunt an cut her forred. "Now Darby," siz he, “you are a rich man, an you are worthy of it all—sit down, Darby, an take a bottle ov wine." So to please the gintleman I sat down. After a bit, who comes down but Ned. "Captin," siz he," the deck is crowded; I had to block up the gangway to prevint any more from comin in to see Darby. Bring him up, or blow me iv the ship won't be sunk." "Come up. Darby," siz the captin, lookin roguish plesant at myself. So, my jewel, he handed me up through the hall as tendher as iv I was a lady, or a pound of fresh buther in the dog days. When I got up, shure enough, I could'nt help starin; such crowds ov fine ladies and yallow gintlemin never was seen before in any ship. One of them, a little rosy cheek'd beauty, whisper'd the captin somethin, but he shuk his head, an then Darby," siz he, "I know an Irishman would do any thing to please a lady." "In troth you may say that with your own ugly mouth," siz I. "Well, then, Darby," siz he," "the ladies would wish to see you give a few strokes in the sea." "Och an' they shall have them an welcome, siz I. "That's a good fellow," siz he, "now strip off." Decency, Katty," says I, is it in my mother-naked pelt before the ladies? Bad luck to the undacent, brazenfaced but no mather! Irish girls for ever, afther all!" But all to no use, I was made to peel off behind a big sheet, and then I made one race and jumpt ten yards into the wather to get out ov their sight. Shure enough, every one's eyes danced in their head, while they lookt on the spot where I went down. A thought came into my head while I was below, how I'd show them a little divarsion, as I could use a great many thricks on the wather. So I did'nt rise at all till I got to the tother side, and every one ran to that side; then I took a hoult of my two big toes, an' making a ring ov myself, rowled like a hoop on the top ov the wather all round the ship. I b'leeve I opened their eyes! Then I yarded, back swum, an' dived, till at last the captin made signs for me to come out, so I got.into the boat, an' threw on my duds. The very ladies were breakin' their necks, runnin' to shake hands with me. << Shure," says they, "you're the greatest man in the world!!" So for three days I showed off to crowds ov people, though I was frying in the wather for shame.

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At last the day came that I was to stand the tug. I saw the Captin lookin' very often at me. At last, Darby," siz he, "are you any way cow'd? The fellow you have to shwim agenst can shwim down watherfalls an' catharacts.' "Can he, avic," siz I; "but can he shwim up agenst them? Wow, wow, Darby for that! But, captin, come here is all my purvisions ready?-don't let me fall short of a dhrop ov the rale stuff above all things." An' who shou'd come up while I was tawkin' to the captin, but the chap I was to shwim with, an' heard all I sed. Begar! his eyes grew as big as two oysther shells. Then the captin call'd me aside. "Darby," siz he, "do you put on this green jacket an' white throwsers, that the people may bether extinguish you from the other chap." "With all hearts, avic," siz I, "green for everDarby's own favourite colour the world over; but where am I goin' to captin." "To the shwimmin' place to be shure," siz he. "Divil shoot the failers an' take the hindmost," siz I, "here's at you." I was then inthrojuiced to the shwimmer. I look'd at him from head to foot. He was so tall that he could eat bread an' butther over my head-with a face as yellow as a kite's foot. Tip us the mitten," siz I, "mabouchal," siz I. (But begad I was puzzled. Begar, siz I to myself, I'm done. Cheer up, Darby! if I'm not able to kill him, I'll frighten the life out ov him). "Where are we goin' to shwim to?" But never a word he answered. "Are ye bother'd, neighbour ?" "I reckon I'm not," siz he, mighty chuff. "Well then," siz I, "why didn't you answer your betthers? What id ye think iv we swum to Keep cleer or the Keep ov Good Hope?" I rekon neither," siz he agen, eyein' me as iv I was goin' to pick his pockets. "Well then, have ye any favourite place ?" siz I. Now, I've heard a great deal about the place where poor Boney died; I'd like to see it, iv I'd any one to show me the place; suppose we wint there." Not a taste of a word cou'd I get out ov him good or bad. Off we set through the crowds ov ladies and gentlemen. Such cheerin' an' wavin' ov hats never was seen even at Dan's enthry; and then the row ov purty girls laughin' and rubbin' up against me, that I cou'd har❜ly get on. To be shure no one cou'd be lookin' to the

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