me while I try another key.-This glen was once part of the broad domain of the O'Sullivans, lords of Bear and Bantry, whose princely fortress and seat of government was Dunboy, about ten miles west of Glengariff, near to Bearhaven. Philip O'Sullivan Bear, deeply attached to the religion of his fathers, under the auspicies of the Pope, and the sanction of the foreign Universities of Salamanca and Valladolid, joined the confederacy of O'Neil, O'Donnel, O'Connor, and M'Carthy; and inviting the Spaniard to aid in shaking off the yoke of the heretic Queen and her Saxon churls, he surrendered into the keeping of his foreign friends his strong hold of Dunboy, and his fortresses on the Dursey Island. But the battle of Kinsale having crushed the powers and fortunes of the confederates, and forced the Spaniards to surrender, O'Sullivan, either by stratagem or collusion, recovered his fortresses from the foreigners, and Dunboy (more especially) became the secure and well-resorted retreat of Jesuits, seminary priests, and all the outlaws

who had fostered the insurrection against the government. Here Dominick Collins, Eugene M'Egan, and sundry other Popelings, held council together, and, as from an insurrectionary centre, kept up the heat and life of the Catholic League.

Amongst all the mighty minds, stern in purpose, and original in conception, vigorous in council,-leading in battle-that the Elizabethan age produced, few were equalnone superior to Sir George Carew, the Lord President of Munster. He saw that if Ireland was ever to be restored to peace-if ever the English sway and law were to extend over the island, this nest of Jesuits and incendiaries must be pulled down; but how was it possible so to do. Strong by nature, and made stronger by art, here the Spanish engineer, trained in the school of the Low Countries, had exercised his science, and made the fortress, as the Irish thought, impregnable, except to treason or surprise; and M'Geoghegan, the truest and stoutest warrior that Ireland in all her wars had sup

plied, acting on the courage and discipline of the garrison; and Dominick Collins, the priest, acting on their eternal hopes and fears, gave sufficient pledges to O'Sullivan, that neither treason, incapacity, or terror, should endanger his last hope and hold. Mountjoy, the Lord Deputy, saw the difficulty of the enterprize, and would have dissuaded the President of Munster from the undertaking. The Council Board in England threw difficulties in the way of the attempt— but George Carew was not to be diverted from his purpose as he had well weighed all the difficulties, so he had arranged with consummate wisdom for their removal; and after taxing the resources of England by land and sea to the utmost, he at length succeeded in sitting down before Dunboy. In vain did Captain Tyrrel, the best partizan of his time, surround with his Bonnaughts his camp, harrassing it by night and day: in vain did the well-appointed fortress, from falcon, petronell, and saker, thunder on his leaguer, which owing to the rockiness of the

ground, could not be covered by entrenchments, and was only protected by wattles filled with sand. Still the siege went on, and after many difficulties and delays, the keep was laid in ruins, and a practicable breach effected; and men such as Raleigh, Wilmot, Godolphin, rushed up to the assault. M'Geoghegan and the best of his garrison stood like lions on the ridge of the breach, and Father Dominick Collins, with breviary in one hand, and a dagger in the other, stood in the rear; and now he prayed and pointed to the Angelic Host, and to the Saints militant, James of Compostella, St. Dominick and others, who from their happy thrones above, were praying for their victory or waving their crown of martyrdom. the Englishmen, cool and disciplined, borne up by that valour which in every age and in every clime, has carried them on victorious over French enthusiasm, Spanish zeal, or Milesian devotedness, had at length forced the defenders from the breach. Captain Kirton was the man who first crowned the ridge and

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planted the pennon of the President on the eastern tower of the barbican; and yet the fortress was not won. M'Geoghegan had encircled a tower with a rampart of earth, and thither he and the remnant of the garrison retreated, and poured a murderous fire of hail shot from the loop-holes. Still the assailants rushed in, and a chance shot having brought down the chief Irish gunner as he was priming a culverin, and Captain Slingsby's serjeant having got possession of the south-west tower that commanded the court of the barbican, the Irish retreated to the vaults of the Castle, to which there was access but by one small winding staircase. Here the Irishmen defended themselves for many hours, with a resolution uninspired by any hope, but that of selling dearly their lives. M'Geoghegan gathered in the centre of the vault a number of barrels of powder, and in the midst of them he sat, with a lighted brand in his grasp. But a shower of bullets pouring down the staircase having mortally wounded him, still, though in the agonies of