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the cheers and counter*cheers re-echo
through the surrounding hills.

It is needless to say that Tom Mur-
dock and Emon-a-knock were conspic-
uous in all these vicissitudes of the
game. No man took the ball from
either of them if he was likely to get
a puck at it in time ; but no risk of a
counter-puck would be run if an oppo-
nent was at hand to g^ve it. This was
the use of the distinguishing colors,
and right curious it was to see the
green and red sleeves twisting through
each other and rushing in groups to
one spot.

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look 80 bad ;^ and ShanviUaheld iheir
own 80 gallantly as the game went on,
that betting — for it was a sort of
Derbj-day with the parish gamblers
—which was six, and even seven, to
fbnr on Rathcash at the oommenoe-
ment, was now even for choice. Ay,
there is one red-haired fellow, with a
small eye and a big one, who shoves
three thimbles upon a board at races,
has offered five fippenny-bits to four
upon ShanviUa ; and well he may, for
Emon and his men had got the ball
amongst them, and Emon's orders
were to keep it close — not to puck it
at all, now that they had it, but to tip
it along and keep round it io a body.
This was quite fair, and would have
been adopted by the other party had
they got the chance.

They were thus advancing steadily
but slowly. The Rathcash men were
on the outside, but found it difficult, if
not impossible, to enter the soUd body
of Shaovilla men, who were advanc-
ing with the ball in the middle of
them toward Rathcash goal

*^ To the front, to the front, boys, or
the game is lost V* roared Tom Mur-
doch, who was himself then watching
for an open to get in at the ball.

Forthwith there was a body of the
greeuHsleeves right before ShanviUa,
who came on with their ball, tip by
tip, undaunted.

Still Rathcash was on the outside,
and could not put a hurl on the balL
It was a piece of generalship upon
the part of the ShanviUa leader not
oflen before thought ot^ and likely to
be crowned with success. The cheers
from ShanvUla on the hills were now
deafening — ^the final struggle was evi-
dently at band. Rathcash on the hiUs
was sUent> except a few murmurs of
apprehension.

"This wUl never do, boysT* said
Tom Murdoch, rushing into the center
of ShanvUla and endeavoring to hook
the baU from amongst them ; but they
were too solid for that, alUiough he
had now made his way within a hurl's
length of Emon.

Emon caUed to his men to stoop in



front tliat he might see the goal and
judge his distance.

** A few yards further, boys,** he
cried, ^ and then open out for me to
swipe : I will not miss either the ball
or the goaL"

'' Steady, Emon, steady a bit r saad
PhU M'Dermott ; ** don't you see who
is, I may say, alongside of you?
Keep it close another bit**

"In with you, men! what are yon
about P* roflj^ Tom Murdoch; and
half a score of the greey-sleeves
rushed in amongst the red. Here the
clashing of hurls was at its hdght,
and the shouts from both sides on the
hiU were tremendous. ShanviUa kept
and defi^ded their baU in spite of
every attempt of Rathcash to pick it
from amongst them ; but nothing like
violence was thought of by either side.

ShanviUa seemed assured of victo-
ry, and such of them as were on the
outside, and could not get a tip at the
baU, kept brandishing their hurls in
the air, roaring at the top of their
voices, " Good boys^ ShanviUa, good
boysT ** Through with it — through
withitr "Goodboysr

Emon looked out. Though he did
not see the stones, he saw the goal-
masters — one red, the other green —
ready expecting the final* puck, and he
knew the spot.

" Give me room now, Phil,'* he
whispered, and his men drew back.

Emon curled the ball into the air
about the height of his head, and
struck it sure and home. As if from
a cannon's mouth it went over the
heads of Rathcash, ShanviUa, and all,
and sped right through the center of
the stones — ^hop— hop— hop-— until it
wan finaUy lost sight of in scMiie
rushes. But another blow had been
struck at the same moment, and
£mon-a-knock lay senseless on the
ground, his face and neck, shirt and
sleeves, all the same color, and that
color was — blood.

Tom Murdoch's hurl had been pois-
ed ready to strike the baU the mo*
ment Lennon had curled it into the
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game depended. Emon was rather
sideways to Tom, who was on his left.
Both their blows were aimed almost
simtiltaneoaslj at the ball^ bat Tom's
being a second or two late, had no
ball to hit ; and not being able to re-
strain the impetus of the blow, his
hurl passed on and took Emon's head
above the top of the left ear, raising
a scalp of flesh to the skall-bone,
about three inches in length, and more
than half that breadth.

The cheers of ShanviUa were
speedily quashed, and tliere was a
rush of the red-sleeves round their
leader. Phil ITDermott had taken
him in his arms, and replaced the
loose piece of flesh upon Emon's
skull in the most artistic numner, and
bound it down with a handkerchief
tied under the chin. He could see
that no injury liad been done to the
bone. It was a mere sloping stroke,
which had lifted the piece of flesh
dean froni the skulL But poor
Emon still lay insensible, his whole
face, neck, and breast covered with
blood.

There was some growling amongst
the ShanviUa boys, and those from
the hill ran down with their sticks to
join their comrades with their hurls ;
while the Bathcash men closed into a
compact body, beckoning to their
friends on the hill, who also ran down
to defend them in case of need.

This was indeed a critical moment,
and one that, if not properly managed,
might have led to bloodshed of a
more extended kind. But Tom Mar-
dock was equal to the occasion. He
gave his hurl to one of his men the
moment ho had struck the blow, and
went forward.

" Good heaven, boys, I hope he is
not much hurt!" he exclaimed. '^Bath-
cash should lose a hundred games
before ShanviUa should be hurt."

As he spoke he perceived a scowl
of doubt and rising anger in the faces
of many of the ShanvUla men, some
of whom ground their teeth, and
grasped their hurls tighter in their
hands. Tom did not lose his pres-



ence of mind at even this, although
he almost feared the i*esu]t. He took
Emon by the hand and bid him speak
to him. Phil M'Dermott had ordered
his men to keep back the crowd to
give the sufferer air. Poor Emon's
own remedy in another cause had
been resorted to. Phil had rubbed
his Ups and gums with whiskey — on
this occasion it was near at hand — and
poored a few thimblefuls down his
throat He soon opened his eyes,
and looked round him.

"Thank God I" cried Tom Mur-
dock. "Are you much hurt, Lea«
nonr

The very return to Ufe had already
quashed any cordiality toward Emon
in Tom's heart.

" Not much, I hope, Tom. I was
stunned; that was alL But what
about the game? 1 thought my ear
caught the cheers of victory as I felL'*

"Sothey did, Emon," said JiTDer*
mott; "but stop talking, I teU you.
The game is ours, and it was you
who won it with that last puck."

" Ay, and it was that last puck that
nearly lost him his life," continued
Tom, knowingly enough. " We both
struck at the baU nearly at the same
moment ; he took it first, and my hurl
had nothing to hit until it met the top
of his head. I protest before heaven,
Lennon, it was entirely accldentaL"

"I have not accused you of it's be*
ing anything else, Murdock; don't
seem to doubt yourself," said Emon in
a very low weak voice. But it was
evident he was "coming-to."

StiU the ShanviUa men were grum-
bling and whispering. One of them,
a big black-haired fellow named Ned
Murrican, burst out at last, and
brandishing his huri over his head*
cried out :

" Arrah, now, what are we about;
boys ? Are we going to see our best
man murdered before our eyes, an' be
satisfied wid a piper an' a dance ? I
say we must have blood for blood !"

" An' why not ?" said another* " It
was no accident ; Fm sure of that."

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third; <^ didn't I see hbn aim the
blow P* And the whole of ShanrilJa
flourished their hurls and their sticks
in the air, clashing them together
with a terrific noise of an onslaught.

Tom Murdock's cheeks blanched.
He feared that he had opened a flood-
gate which he could not stop, and that
if there had not been, there would soon
be, murder. His men stood firm in a
dose bodj, and not a word was heard
to pass amongst them.

" Don't strike a blow, for the life of
yon, bojs r he cried, at the same time
he took back his hurl from the man
to whom he had given it to hold, who
handed it to him, sajing, ^ Here, Tom,
joull be apt to want this.**

The Shanvilla men saw him take
the hurl, and thought it an acceptance
of a challenge to fight* They now
began to jump off^ the ground, crying,
" Whoop, whoop P a sure sign of
prompt action in an Irish row.

At this still more critical moment,
Father Farrell, the parish priest of
Shan villa, who had been sent for fh
all haste ^for the man who was killed,''
was seen cantering across the com-
mon toward the crowd ; and more for-
tunately still he was accompanied by
Father Koche, the painsh-priest of
Rathcash. They were both known
at a glance ; Shanvilla on his ^ straw-
berry cob," and Rathcash on his
« tight little black mare."

It is needless to say that the ap-
proach of these two good men calmed
to all appearance, if not in reality,
the exhibition of angry feeling
amongst the two parties.

" Here, your reverence," said one of
the Shanvilla men to Father Farrell,—
** here's where the man that was hurt
is lying; poor £mon-a-knock, your
reverence."

Father Farrell turned for a mo-
ment knd whispered to his companion,
^ I'll see about the hurt man, and do
you try and keep the boys quiet. I
can see that Shanvilla is ready for a
fight. Tell them that Til be with
them in a very few minutes, if the
man is not badly hurt. If he is, my



friend, I'm a&aid we shall haTe a
hard task to keep Shanvilla quiet.
Gould you not send your men home at
once?"

^ I'll do what I can ; but yon can
do more with your own men than I
can. Rathcash will not strike a bIow»
I know, until the very last moment."

They then separated, Father Far-
rell dismounting and going over to
where Emon-arknock stiU lay in
M'Dermott's arms ; and Father Roche
np toward the Rathcash mien.

^ Boys," said he, addressing them,
'^this is a sad ending to the day's
sport ; but, thank Grod, from what I
hear, the man is not much hurt. Be
steady, at all events. Indeed, yoo
had better go home at once, every
man of you. Won't you take yofor
priest's advice ?"

** An' why not, your reverence ? to
be sure we will, if it comes to that ;
but, plaise Gk)d, it won't At worst it
was only an accident, an' we're toald
it won't signify. We'll stan' our
ground another while, your reverence,
until we hear how the boy is. Sure,
there's two barrels of beer an' a
dance to the fore, by-an'-by."

** Well, lads, be very steady, and
keep yourselves quiet I'll visit the
first man of you that strikes a blow
with condign—"

" We'll strike no blow, your rever-
ence, if we bant struck first Let Fa-
ther Farrell look to that"

<* And so he will, you may depend
upon it," said Father Roche.

The Shanvilla men had great oonfi*
dence in Father Farrell in every re-
spect, and there was not a man in the
parish who would not almost die at his
bidding from pure love of the man,
apart from his religious influence.
They knew him to* be a good physi-
cian in a literal, as well as a moral,
point of view ; and he had been prov-
ing himself the good Samaritan for the
last seventeen years to every one in
the parish, whether they fell among
thieves or not. He had commenced
life as a medical stodent, but had (pru-
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In memoiy, however, of his early pre-
dilecdons, he kept a sort of little pii«
Tate diBpensaiy behind his kitchen;
and so numerous were the cures which
nature had effected under his mild ad-
yiee and harmless prescriptions, that
he had established a reputation for in*
faUibilitj almosi equal to that subse-
quently attained bj ftoUoway or Mor-
rifiOQ. Never, however, was his med-
ical knowledge of more use as well aa
value than on the present occasion.

Shanvilla grounded their weapons
at his approach, and waited for his re-
port. Father Farrell of course first
felt the young man's pulse. He was
not pedantic or affected enough to hold
his watch in his other hand while he did
so; but, like all good physicians, he
held his tongue. He then untied the
handkerchief, and gently examined the
wound so far as possible without dis-
turbing the work which Phil M'Der-
mott had so promptly and judiciously
performed.. His last test of the state
of his patient was his voice ; and upon
this, in his own mind, he laid no incon-
siderable stress. In reply to his ques-
tions as to whether he felt sick or gid-
dy, Emon replied, much more stoutly
than was expected, that he felt neither
the one nor the other. Father Far-
rell was now fully satisfied that there
was nothing seriously wrong with him,
and that giving him the rites of thQ
Church, or even remaining longer with
him then, might have an unfavorable
efiect upon the already excited minds
of the Shanvilla men. .He therefore
said, smiling, " Thank God, Emon, you
want no further 'doctoring just now ;
and I'll leave you for a few minutes
while I tell Shanvilla that nothing se-
rious has befallen you."

He then leil him, and hastened over
toward his parishoners, who eagerly
met him half-way as he approached.

« Well, your reverence ?" « Well,
your reverence?" ran through the
foremost of them.

**It is well, and very well, boys,"
he replied ; '< I bless Grod it is noth-
ing but a scalp wound, which will not
signify. ;^Pttt by your hurls, and



go and ask the Kathcash girls to
dance."

« Three cheers for Father Farrell!"
shouted Ned Murrican of the black
curly head. Thej were given hearti-
ly, and peace was restored.

Father Farrell then remounted his
strawberry cob, and rode over toward
where Fatiier Roche was with the Rath-
cash men. They were, " in a manner,"
as anxious to hear his opioion of Emon-
a-knock as his own men had been.
They knew nothing, or, if they did,
they cared nothing, for any private
cause of 01-wiU on their leader's part
toward Emon-a-knock. They were
not about to espouse his quarrel, if he
had one ; and, as they had said^ they
would not have struck a blow unless
in self-defence.

Father Farrell now assured them
there was nothing of any consequence
**upon" Emon; it was a mere tip of
the flesh, and would be quite well in a
few days. " But, Tom a-wochal,'' he
added, laughing, " you don't often aim
at a crow and hit a pigeon."

"I was awkward and unfortunate
enough to do so this time, Father Far-
rell," he replied. And he then entered
into a full, and apparently a candid,
detail of how it had happened.

Father Farrell b'stened with much
attention, bowing at him now and
then, like the foreman of a jury to a
judge's charge, to show that he under-
stood him. When he had ended. Father
Farrell placed his hand upon his
shoulder, and, bending down toward
hi^, whispered in his ear, *' Oh, Tom
Murdock, but you are the fortunate
man this day! for if the blow had
been one inch and a half lower, all the
priests and doctors in Connaught
would not save you from being tried
for manslaughter."

" Or murder," whispered Tom's
heart to himself.

By this time Emon-a-knock, with
M'Dermott's help, had risen to his
feet ; and leaning on him and big Ned
Murrican, crept feebly along toward
the boreen which formed the entrance
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Father Farrell,peroeiTing the move, ever, had reached the end of the lane,
rode after him, and said, as he passed. Father Farrell came entering back,
that be would trot on and send for saying, ^ AU right, my good lads ;
a horse and cart to fetch him home, there is a jennet and cart coming np
as he would not allow him to walk the lane fbr him.''
any further than . the end of the Emon cocked his ear at the word
lane. Indeed, it was not his inten- jennet ; he knew who owned the only
tion to do so; for he was still scarcely one for miles around. And there inde^
able to stand, and that not without it was ; and the sight of it went well-
help. • nigh to cure Emon, better than any

Before he and- his assistants, how- doctoring he could get.

TO BS OOHnXUSD.



From The Month.

INQUIETUS.



Wb put him in a golden cage

With crystal troughs ; but still he pined

For tracts of royal foliage.
And broad blue skies and merry wind.

We gave him water cool and dear ;

All round his golden wires we twined
Fresh leaves and blossoms bright, to cheer"^

His restless heart : but still he pined.

We whistled and we chirped ; b^t he

Trilled never more his liquid &lls,
But ever yearned for liberty,

And dashed against l^s golden walls.

Again, again, in wild despair,

He strove to burst his bars aside ;
At last, beneath his pinion fair,

He hid his drooping head and died!

And so against the golden bars —

Life's golden bars— oar poor souls smite.

Pining for tracts beyond the stars.
Freedom and beauty, truth and light

Those bars a Father^s hands adorn
. With leaves and flowers— earth's loveliest things-
With crystal draughts ; but still we mourn
With thirsting for the " living springs."

Nor ciystal draughts, nor leaves and flowers,

The exiled heart can satisfy :
We shake the bars ; and some few hours

We droop and pine, and then we die,

We die ! But, oh, the prison-bars

Are shatter'd then: then far away,
We pass beyond the sky, the stara-^

Beyond the^change of night and day.



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From Chambers's JooniAl.

A KINGDOM WITHOUT A KING.



LiCHTENSTEiK 18 the name of the
smallest principality in the great Ger-
man " Vaterland/' and this has hitherto
been the most remarkable thing ^hat
could be said about it, for in the great
political world it has as jet played no
part. It appears, however, that its
time has now arrired; and for the
benefit of those who might receive this
bit of intelligence with a sceptical
smile, I subjoin a few words of ex-
planation.

In order fiilly to appreciate this im-
portant question, it will be necessary
to commence by going back into the
past — if not so far as to the Flood, at
least to some part of the twelflh cen-
tury.

It will not do to believe that the
Lichtensteiners are people of vulgar
extraction. True, their ancestors hj^-
ly anticipated that the house of Lich-
tenstein would ever be reckoned among
the reigning families of Europe ; but
this did not affect the nobleness of their
quarterings. The founder of the house
was a lively and enterprising Lombard,
and related to the Este i^ily. He
went to Grermany with the object of
making his fortune, and there he mar-
ried, 1145 A.D., a little princess of the
house of Schwaben. They had not
the slightest fraction of a principality,
but they had plenty of children to
educate and provide for. Their for-
tune was not very large, but, in his
quality of Lombaid, the father exer-
cised the lucrative business of an
usurer, whenever the occasion present-
ed itself. The sovereigns of those
times were often in want of money,
and our Lombard supplied them with
this article, proper security being forth-
coming. When the time of restitution
arrived, it was not always convenient

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to the debtors to pay in cash, and the
affair was therefore generally settled
by means of small pieces of land,
titles, or privileges. The Lichtenstein-
ers soon became allied to the greatest
German families. In the year 1614,
the Emperor Matthias ceded to them,
in settlement of their pecuniary claims,
the principality of Troppau, in Schle*
sien. Ten years later, the Emperor
Ferdinand n. added to their posses-
sions the principality of Jagendorff.
Then they obtained the title of " Prince
of the Holy Roman Empire ;" and by
this time they had purchased the dis-
tricts of Yadutz and SchneUenberg,
on the borders of the Rhine, and close
to the Swiss frontier. These posses-
sions form the actual principaJity of
Lichtenstein, which has the smaU town
of Vadutz for its capitaL

The CoDgress of Vienna — contrary
to its principles of mediatization — ^re-
solved, for reasons which' we abstain
from investigating, to maintain Lich-
tenstein as a sovereign and independ-
ent state, and gave it an entire vote in
the Grerman Confederation.

In return for these advantages,
Lichtenstein had to provide a con-
tingent of ninety men and one drum-
mer to the fedeial army. It is im-
portant not to lose sight of these ninety
men and one drummer, for they play
a principal part in the impending
question. The subjects of the princi-
pality of Lichtenstein, according to the
last census, numbered 7,150 ; they are
clever people, of a peaceable disposi-
tion, but impressed with no particular
awe for authorities. They even have
a slight taint of independence, un-
doubtedly owing to the close vicinity
of Switzerland.

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the' remodelling of the map of Europe
* by the Congress of Vienna, when the
inhabitants of Lichteustein addressed
themselves to their sovereign, John I.,
and declared with rustic frankness
that they had no objection to being
mled by him, since the Congress had
decided it so ; but that they found it
entirely superfluous to pay any civil
list; beside, they were too few in
number to contribute every year nine-
ty men and one drommer to the fed-
eral army. Prince John was an ex-
cellent man, and, moreover, he was
immensely rich. He informed his
subjects that he could do very well
without any civil list ; and as for the
federal contingent, he concluded a
convention with the Austrian govern-
ment, by which the latter undertook to
furnish it together with its own. With
this the loyal subjects declared them-
selves satisfied ; and everything went
on well until the year 1836, when
Prince Aloysius I. ascended the
throne. In the meantime, the natives
of Lichtenstein had made various re-
flections. The conclusions arrived at
were : that a prince, even if paid no-
thing, entails sundry expenses on the
country where he is reigning ; festivals
have to be given, as well as solemn
audiences, illuminations, fire-works, etc.

Accordingly, they sent a deputation
to their new lord and master, and made
it obvious, to him that he must indem-
nify the country for all expenses of
the description alluded to. Aloysius
L was as excellent a monarch as his
predecessor; he admitted the claims
of his subjects, and made an agree-
ment with them concerning an annual
indemnity, which he paid with exem-
plaiy regularity.

The Lichtensteiners had now at-
tained the object of their wishes ; they
led an existence entirely ideal. They
occupied a position unique in Europe,
nay, in the whole world ; for, insteiEul
of paying for government, they actually
were paid for submission to it It
would new be supposed that nothing
in future could disturb the good under-
standing exifttiBg between prince and



people* But alas! that the old saying
should here find its application — ^name-
ly, that he who has got yellow hair,
wants it also to be curled.

John II. became Prince of Lichten-
stein. One fine morning he said to
himself: '^ Since I have no civil list,
nay, since I - <x>nt3*ary to all establish-
ed usages — pay a tribute to my sub-
jects, I ough^ at least to have full lib-
erty to live according to my tastes.
This small capital is a bore« I have
plenty of money ; I will set out for
Vienna !'' No sooner said than done.
John IL built a magnificent palace in
the capital of Austria, and there he
lived in a luxurious stylo. The gov-
ernment of the principality he intrust-
ed to a minister, widi whom he cor-
responded. But when were those
stupid Lichtensteiners to be satisfied?
They put their heads together and re-
solved to send a deputation to their
supreme master in Vienna ; *iand one



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