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1 68 Fictions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Irish</strong> <strong>Celts</strong>.<br />

panions. The heady liquors soon got into <strong>the</strong>ir lorains,<br />

and a period <strong>of</strong> unconsciousness succeeded <strong>the</strong> ecstacy,<br />

<strong>the</strong> head-ache, <strong>the</strong> turning round <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> barrels, and <strong>the</strong><br />

"scattered sight" <strong>of</strong> poor Shemus. He woke up under<br />

<strong>the</strong> impression <strong>of</strong> being roughly seized, and shaken, and<br />

dragged up-stairs, and subjected to a disagreeable examination<br />

by <strong>the</strong> lord <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> castle, in his state parlour.<br />

There was much derision and laughter among <strong>the</strong> whole<br />

company, gentle and simple, on hearing Shemus's explanation<br />

; and as <strong>the</strong> thing occurred in <strong>the</strong> dark ages,<br />

<strong>the</strong> unlucky Leinster-man was sentenced to be hung as<br />

soon as <strong>the</strong> gallows could be prepared for <strong>the</strong> occasion.<br />

The poor Hibernian was in <strong>the</strong> cart proceeding on his<br />

last journey, with a label upon his back, and ano<strong>the</strong>r on<br />

his breast, announcing him as <strong>the</strong> remorseless villain who<br />

for <strong>the</strong> last month had been draining <strong>the</strong> casks in my<br />

lord's vault everj- night. He was striving to say a prayer,<br />

when he was surprised to hear himself addressed by his<br />

name, and in his native tongue, by an old woman in <strong>the</strong><br />

crowd. " Ach, Shemus, alanna ! is it going to die you<br />

are in a strange place, without your cappeen dearg T^<br />

These words infused hope and courage into <strong>the</strong> victim's<br />

heart. He turned to <strong>the</strong> lord, and humbly asked leave<br />

to die in his red cap, which he supposed had dropped<br />

from his head in <strong>the</strong> vault. A servant was sent for <strong>the</strong><br />

head-piece, and Shemus felt lively hope warming his<br />

heart while placing it on his head. On <strong>the</strong> platform he<br />

w'as graciously allowed to address <strong>the</strong> spectators, which<br />

he proceeded to do in <strong>the</strong> usual formula composed for<br />

<strong>the</strong> benefit <strong>of</strong> flying stationers :— " Good people all, a<br />

warning take by me;" but when he had finished <strong>the</strong><br />

line, " My parients rared me tenderly," he unexpectedly<br />

added— " By yarrow and rue," &c. and <strong>the</strong> disappointed<br />

spectators saw him shoot up obliquely through <strong>the</strong> air<br />

in <strong>the</strong> style <strong>of</strong> a sky-rocket that had missed its aim. It<br />

is said that <strong>the</strong> lord took <strong>the</strong> circumstance much to<br />

heart, and never afterwards hung a man for twenty-four<br />

hours after his <strong>of</strong>fence.

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