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than those who must fall if we do not aid them ? what 

 else, my brave associates, can we do ? shall we not 

 land on that shore where a cowardly mob scarce- 

 ly dare stand to face us ? Come, come ! All hands 

 grasp the cross-bow, the hand-bow, the sword and 

 spear ! ! '' then stepping into a boat, followed by his 

 warriors ; he replied to the few who observed that the 

 enemy's forces were too numerous to be attacked with 

 a prospect of success, by exclaiming, "perish the 

 man who will not follow me ! He who sees us from 

 above will surely not forsake us ! " 



To be continued. 



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KILKAVEN A TALE: 



By the Author of " Visions of Solitude, a Poem,'* &c. 



Kilkaven (Kyle Kevin, or the Church of St. Kevin,) is the designa- 

 tion of a small district in the county of Wexford, in which the 

 ruins of a Church and Castle of the same name, are still to be seen. 



O ! who is yon hunter, with foam-sprinkled rein, 

 That urges his courser the uplands to gain ? 

 The uplands are gained, and the vale is in view, 

 Whilst through the thick heather he dashes the dew ! 

 Tis the Lord of Kilkaven, in youth's morning pride, 

 From chasing the deer by the bleak mountain-side ; 

 Over hill, and through valley, he wendeth his way, 

 Nor can the dim woodlands his journey delay. 



The light beamed afar in his father's abode. 



Now hurried he swiftlier o'er the lone road ; 



The moon, in mid-heaven, shone clearly and strong, 



And gay were the notes of young Kilkaven's song; 



But hushed is the strain ! — Whence those wailings of woe, 



With the night-breeze that mingle, so solemn and slow ? 



What meaneth yon scene that now bursts on his sight, 



And spreads o'er his temples the dew of affright ? 



