第28章

Napoleon-The storm-The cove-Up the country-The trembling hand-Irish-Tough battle-Tipperary hills-Elegant lodgings-A speech-Fair specimen-Orangemen.

ONWARD,onward!and after we had sojourned in Scotland nearly two years,the long continental war had been brought to an end,Napoleon was humbled for a time,and the Bourbons restored to a land which could well have dispensed with them;we returned to England,where the corps was disbanded,and my parents with their family retired to private life.I shall pass over in silence the events of a year,which offer little of interest as far as connected with me and mine.Suddenly,however,the sound of war was heard again,Napoleon had broken forth from Elba,and everything was in confusion.Vast military preparations were again made,our own corps was levied anew,and my brother became an officer in it;but the danger was soon over,Napoleon was once more quelled,and chained for ever,like Prometheus,to his rock.As the corps,however,though so recently levied,had already become a very fine one,thanks to my father's energetic drilling,the Government very properly determined to turn it to some account,and,as disturbances were apprehended in Ireland about this period,it occurred to them that they could do no better than despatch it to that country.

In the autumn of the year 1815 we set sail from a port in Essex;we were some eight hundred strong,and were embarked in two ships,very large,but old and crazy;a storm overtook us when off Beachy Head,in which we had nearly foundered.I was awakened early in the morning by the howling of the wind and the uproar on deck.I kept myself close,however,as is still my constant practice on similar occasions,and waited the result with that apathy and indifference which violent sea-sickness is sure to produce.We shipped several seas,and once the vessel missing stays-which,to do it justice,it generally did at every third or fourth tack-we escaped almost by a miracle from being dashed upon the foreland.

On the eighth day of our voyage we were in sight of Ireland.The weather was now calm and serene,the sun shone brightly on the sea and on certain green hills in the distance,on which I descried what at first sight I believed to be two ladies gathering flowers,which,however,on our nearer approach,proved to be two tall white towers,doubtless built for some purpose or other,though I did not learn for what.

We entered a kind of bay,or cove,by a narrow inlet;it was a beautiful and romantic place this cove,very spacious,and,being nearly land-locked,was sheltered from every wind.A small island,every inch of which was covered with fortifications,appeared to swim upon the waters,whose dark blue denoted their immense depth;tall green hills,which ascended gradually from the shore,formed the background to the west;they were carpeted to the top with turf of the most vivid green,and studded here and there with woods,seemingly of oak;there was a strange old castle half-way up the ascent,a village on a crag-but the mists of morning were half veiling the scene when I surveyed it,and the mists of time are now hanging densely between it and my no longer youthful eye;I may not describe it;-nor will I try.

Leaving the ship in the cove,we passed up a wide river in boats till we came to a city,where we disembarked.It was a large city,as large as Edinburgh to my eyes;there were plenty of fine houses,but little neatness;the streets were full of impurities;handsome equipages rolled along,but the greater part of the population were in rags;beggars abounded;there was no lack of merriment,however;boisterous shouts of laughter were heard on every side.It appeared a city of contradictions.After a few days'rest we marched from this place in two divisions.My father commanded the second,I walked by his side.

Our route lay up the country;the country at first offered no very remarkable feature,it was pretty,but tame.On the second day,however,its appearance had altered,it had become more wild;a range of distant mountains bounded the horizon.We passed through several villages,as I suppose I may term them,of low huts,the walls formed of rough stones without mortar,the roof of flags laid over wattles and wicker-work;they seemed to be inhabited solely by women and children;the latter were naked,the former,in general,blear-eyed beldames,who sat beside the doors on low stools,spinning.We saw,however,both men and women working at a distance in the fields.

I was thirsty;and going up to an ancient crone,employed in the manner which I have described,I asked her for water;she looked me in the face,appeared to consider a moment,then tottering into her hut,presently reappeared with a small pipkin of milk,which she offered to me with a trembling hand.I drank the milk;it was sour,but I found it highly refreshing.I then took out a penny and offered it to her,whereupon she shook her head,smiled,and,patting my face with her skinny hand,murmured some words in a tongue which I had never heard before.

I walked on by my father's side,holding the stirrup-leather of his horse;presently several low uncouth cars passed by,drawn by starved cattle:the drivers were tall fellows,with dark features and athletic frames-they wore long loose blue cloaks with sleeves,which last,however,dangled unoccupied:these cloaks appeared in tolerably good condition,not so their under garments.

On their heads were broad slouching hats:the generality of them were bare-footed.As they passed,the soldiers jested with them in the patois of East Anglia,whereupon the fellows laughed,and appeared to jest with the soldiers;but what they said who knows,it being in a rough guttural language,strange and wild.The soldiers stared at each other,and were silent.

'A strange language that!'said a young officer to my father,'Idon't understand a word of it;what can it be?'