What do I say? Ah, woe is me!
Already we bewail in vain

Their fatal fall!

And Erinn, once the Great and Free

Now vainly mourns her breakless chain
And iron thrall!

Then daughter of O'Donnell, dry
Thine overflowing eyes, and turn
Thy heart aside,

For Adam's race is born to die,

And sternly the sepulchral urn
Mocks human pride!

Look not, nor sigh, for earthly throne,
Nor place thy trust in arm of clay;
But on thy knees

Uplift thy soul to God alone,

For all things go their destined way
As He decrees.

Embrace the faithful crucifix,

And seek the path of pain and prayer
Thy Saviour trod;

Nor let thy spirit intermix

With earthly hope and worldly care
Its groans to God!

...And Thou, O mighty Lord! whose ways
Are far above our feeble minds

To understand;

Sustain us in those doleful days,

And render light the chain that binds
Our fallen land!

Look down upon our dreary state,

And through the ages that may still
Roll sadly on,

Watch Thou o'er hapless Erinn's fate,

And shield at last from darker ill
The blood of Conn!

There remains now but to trace the fortunes of O'Sullivan, the last of O'Neill's illustrious companions in arms. The special vengeance of England marked Donal for a fatal distinction among his fellow chiefs of the ruined confederacy. He was not included in the amnesty settled by the treaty of Mellifont. We may be sure it was a sore thought for O'Neill that he could not obtain for a friend so true and tried as O'Sullivan, participation in the terms granted to himself and other

of the Northern chieftains. But the government was inexor-
able. The Northerns had yet some power left; from the
Southern chief there now was naught to fear. So, we are
told, "there was no pardon for O'Sullivan." Donal accom-
panied O'Neill to London the year succeeding James's acces
sion; but he could obtain no relaxation of the policy decreed
against him. He returned to Ireland only to bid it an eter-
nal farewell! Assembling all that now remained to him of
family and kindred, he sailed for Spain A. D. 1604. He was
received with all honor by king Philip, who forth with created
him a grandee of Spain, knight of the military order of St.
Iago, and subsequently Earl of Bearhaven. The king, more-
over, assigned to him a pension of "three hundred pieces
of gold monthly." The end of this illustrious exile was truly
tragic. His young son, Donal, had a quarrel with an ungrate-
ful Anglo-Irishman named Bath, to whom the old chief had
been a kind benefactor. Young Donal's cousin, Philip-the
author of the Historia Catholica Ibernia-interfered with
mediative intentions, when Bath drew his sword, uttering
some grossly insulting observations against the O'Sullivans,
Philip and he at once attacked each other, but the former
soon overpowered Bath, and would have slain him but for the
interposition of friends; for all this had occurred at a royal
monastery in the suberbs of Madrid within the precincts of
which it was a capital offence to engage in such a combat.
The parties were separated. Bath was drawn off, wounded
in the face, when he espied not far off the old chieftain, O'Sul-
livan Beare, returning from Mass, at which that morning, as
was his wont, he had received Holy Communion.
He was
pacing slowly along, unaware of what had happened. His
head was bent upon his breast, he held in his hand his gloves
and his rosary beads, and appeared to be engaged in mental
prayer. Bath, filled with fury, rushed suddenly behind the
aged lord of Beare, and ran him through the body. O'Sulli-
van fell to earth; they raised him up-he was dead. Thus
mournfully perished, in the fifty-seventh year of his age, Don-
al the "Last Lord of Beare,” as he is most frequently styled,
a man whose personal virtues and public worth won for him
the esteem and affection of all his contemporaries.

His nephew Philip became an officer in the Spanish navy, and is known to literary fame as the author of the standard work of history which bears his name, as well as of several publications of lesser note. Young Donal, son of the murdered chieftain, entered the army and fell at Belgrade, fighting against the Turks. The father of Philip the historian (Dermod, brother of Donal, Prince of Beare,) died at Corunna, at the advanced age of a hundred years, and was followed to the grave soon after by his long-wedded wife.

"Two pillars of a ruined aisle—two old trees of the land;
Two voyagers on a sea of grief; long sufferers hand in hand."

LIII. A MEMORABLE EPOCH. HOW MILESIAN IRELAND FINALLY DISAPPEARED FROM HISTORY; AND HOW A NEW IRELAND— IRELAND IN EXILE-APPEARED FOR THE FIRST TIME. HOW "PLANTATIONS" OF FOREIGNERS WERE DESIGNED FOR THE "COLONIZATION" OF IRELAND, AND THE EXTIRPATION

THE NATIVE RACE.

OF

HAVE narrated at very considerable length the events of that period of Irish history with which the name of Hugh O'Neill is identified. I have done so because that era was one of most peculiar importance to Ireland; and it is greatly necessary for Irishmen to fully understand and appreciate the momentous meaning of its results. The war of 1599-1602 was the last struggle of the ancient native rule to sustain itself against the conquerors and the jurisdiction of their civil and religious code. Thenceforthat least for two hundred years subsequently- the wars in Ireland which eventuated in completing the spoliation, ruin, and extinction of the native nobility, were wars in behalf of the English sovereign as the rightful sovereign of Ireland also. Never more in Irish history do we find the authority of the ancient native dynasties set up, recognized, and obeyed. Nev