the remains of the castle were blown up by Carew with the gunpowder found therein.' Few episodes of Irish history have been more warmly eulogized than this heroic defence of Dunboy; nor would it be easy to find in the history of any country one more largely calculated to excite sympathy and admiration. Dr. Robert Dwyer Joyce, in his published volume of Ballads, Romances, and Songs, contributes a truly graphic poem on the subject. Subjoined are the concluding stanzas: THE SACK OF DUNBUL, Nearer yet they crowd and come, With taunting and yelling and thundering drum, Like the fierce god of battle, Mac Geoghegan goes From rampart to wall, in the face of his foes, Now his voice rises high o'er the cannon's fierce din, But a yell thunders up from his warriors within, And they dash through the gateway, down, down to the shore, Ah! dearly he'll purchase the fall of the free, Leaving terror behind them, and death in their train, For the morn springeth upward, and valley and hill Fling back the fierce echoes of conflict again. And see how the foe rushes up to the breach, Towards the green waving banner he yet may not reach, Night cometh again, and the white stars look down, Like a black Indian queen from the fierce panther's roar, For the guns of the Saxon crush fearfully there, Within the red breach see Mac Geoghegan stand, Better sink into death, and forever be free, Than yield to the false Saxon's mercy and thrall !” And they answer with brandish of sparth and of glaive: "Let them come: we will give them a welcome and grave; They came, and the Gael met their merciless shock- He hurls them adown to the ice fields beneath, Rushing back to his dark Norland cave from the foe ;- Thousands still thronging beneath and around, Till the firm Gael is driven-till the brave Gael must flee In, into the chambers of lonely Dunbui ! In chamber, in cellar, on stairway and tower, Evermore they resisted the false Saxon's power; Through the noon, through the eve, and the darkness of night The clangor of battle rolls fearfully there, Till the morning leaps upward in glory and light. Then, where are the true-hearted warriors of Beare ? Long, long in the hearts of the brave and the free Can we find names so sweet for remembrance as they ! A halo, a glory that ne'er shall decay, We'll set them as stars o'er eternity's sea, The names of the heroes who fell at Dunbui! During the progress of the siege at Dunboy, Carew had despatched a force to Dursey island, which, landing in the night, succeeded in overpowering the small and indeed unwary garrison left there; "so that," as a historian remarks, "no roof now remained to the Lord of Bearhaven." Donal, collecting his people, one and all, men, women, and children, as well as all the herds and removable property of the clan, now retired eastward upon his great natural stronghold of Glengariffe. Here he defied and defeated every attempt to dislodge him. For three months he awaited with increasing anxiety and suspense the daily-expected news from spain. Alas! In the words of one of our historians, "the ill-news from Spain in September, threw a gloom over those mountains deeper than was ever cast by equinoctial storm." But here we must pause for awhile to trace the movements of O'Donnell and O'Neill after the parting at Innishannon. * On one occasion a fierce and protracted battle ensued between him and the com. bined forces of Wilmot, Selsby, and Slingsby: "A bitter fight," says Carew, "maintained without intermission for sixe howers; the Enemy not leaving their pursuit until they came in sight of the campe; for whose reliefe two regiments were drawne forth to gieve countenance, and Downings was sent with one hundred and twenty choisse men to the succour of Barry and Selby, who in the reare were so hotly charged by the Rebels that they came to the Sword and Pike; and the skirmish continued till night parted them." Notwithstanding their immense superiority in numbers, night was a welcome relief to the English; for it not only saved them from a perilous position, but enabled them to get off an immense spoil of cattle, which early in the day they had taken from the Irish. Brilliant as was the victory for O'Sullivan in other respects, the loss thus sustained must have been most severe-two thousand cows, four thousand sheep, and one thousand horse, according to Carew; a store of sheep and kine which, even in these days of "cattle shows" and " agricultural societies," it would be difficult to collect in the same locality. |