The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-10-31

on tne OLD city OF Lutmneacb, aud 1ts now
shattered rtifcatious-brightly on the bro wn
heath of the Meelick monntains--brightly on
the waving woods of Cratloe-brightly on the
rapids at the salmon weir, and on the snowy
the pool brightly on the CORY head Of
Terence O'Brien, Bishop Of Emily. impaled on
the centre tower of tho city-brightly, too, on
body of troops destined for the siege of
Carrigaholt Castle; for God maketh his sun
to rise upon the good and bad" Ere the spn
set the vanguard Of that body had left the
Cratloe hills far behind them, on their march
westward; and Herbert was second in COM
mand of the first division. He was well
6 atS the '~o and
destined to serve him as guides. or late his
soldiers remarked that he had grown unusually
silent and morose, and few Of them cared to
intrude on him unlimited. Thus it happened
that, during the march, be rode considerably in
advance, though always within sight of his
detachment, with no other companions than
With one of them he seemed we'll acquainted,
and the soldiers remarked that he conversed
freely with him on the road: The other seemed
to speak but seldom, and then only to his
brother guide. This, however, vas no matter
of surprise, as it was supposed he spoke in
Irish, language almost utterly unknown to
| the English commander. And such, in reality,
| was the fact. Whether he undere TODD English
| or not, he spoke in his native tongue to
O'Brien, who, as the reader may have guessed,
| was Herberts other guide on the evening in
| man seemed much excited, alleging, as his
reason, that he feared being recognized; bnt it
was not difficult to perceive that his anxiety
was more for his companion than himself
Thay succeeded, however. in reaching their
destination, and encamped near Kil6ehera to
| await the arrival of the main body from Kill
| rush. Under the pretext of exploring the wild
| coast of Kilkee and Farahee, Herbert left the
| camp at sunrise, attended solely by the two
! individuals who had been his companions on
| the march from Limerick. He returned alone,
| hOw6vOr
| abroad that he had been deserted by his guides
amid the wild recesses of the coast. This new
after being warmly denounced round the
Crom wellan camp-ires that night, was for
| warded next morning to Limerick, to be faith
| fully chronicled, with many other facts of like
authenticity, in "Ludlow's Memoirs" Herbert
was too much overjoyed at the escape of his
father-iu-law and the friend in whom he seemed
80 deeply interested, to give himself any con-
Germ about the campfire gossip, or Ludlow's
| version of the matter.
The next week found him again in Limerick
Sudden news of the alarming illness of the
general had reached the camp. and the ex-
hibition was, for the time, abandoned. Herbert
found his new post q trying one-to keep
watch AND ward with Hardness Waller, one oi
his wife's murderers. beside the dying bed oil
another. Waller was Ireton's confidant. the
ready instrument of all his infamy; and Her
bert was selected by the general to attend him
own regiment since it was first raised in Not
: tingham, the native county of both. To escape
from his post was impossible. Nothing short
of suicide could free him from it; and the
} thought of his little son, if no higher motive
prevented him from putting an end to his ex
istence. Night after night was he doon1ed to
sit by the bedside of the dying man and listen
} to the wild rawlings of remorse ana blasPhemy
that, almost every moment, escaped his plague
, stained lips. He would start up betimes, and
with the frantic look of maniac, call for his
sword to ward off the tends that seemed &c
mock his fortunes; and then he would sinh
} back exhausted, still wildly raving Of Cherries
Stuart and Terence OBriep, the Lord'I
anointed," as he now called them, whom hs
had murdered. Nay, would clutch Herberts
hand, and, with tears, implore his forgiveness
But Hardness Waller stood there too, and q lool
from him would again rouse the murder -fe3G
, within him. All feeling Of compunction woult
then pass away; and grim despair again la!
. hold of him. Oh! it was fearful sight-tha
: death bed of despairing remorse. 1t never lef
of that change that ultimately converted thu
:, Puritan soldier into a Christian monk.
Ireton died in his house in Mary street OIL
. the 10th of November, 1851, still "raging ant
raving," says the chronicler, (Burke, "HiberRit
Dominicand,'D of the Unfortunate prelate who's
! unjust condemnation he imagined hurried Oh
. his death. Herbert was of the party appointed
= to guard the remains to England, and, befor
I setting out, FASTENED to his father-i n-law'
house to bring his child with him. Bot, alas
. he found it empty, and not the slightest trac
q Of Winny or the boy. Nor could any one tel
ing heart, he set ont with the funeral corteg
i to Cork, and then to Bristol resolved neve
i more to draw sword in Cromwell's cause. Al
. rived in London, he delivered up his charg
u and at once quilted the kingdom, without wait
ing for the lying in state at Somerset House, O
# final interment 10 Westminster Abbey, {
d Ireton's plague stricken corpse. Thong
q pledged never again to serve in the ranks c
q the monsters whose atrocities in Ireland mad
d him so often blush for his native country, h
y could not yet entereiy wean himself away fror
e his old profession After few months passe
d in dleness aud enaui on the continent, durin
I, which he vainly tried to forget the loss of h
., wife and child, he entered the Earl of Bristol
"a regiment rs volunteer, and faithfully maiI
II tanned the cause of King Charles till b
n restoration. 1t was when forming part of b
1. body-guard at Lord Tara's residence in BRUCE
n where the exiled monarch occasionally resided
d that he first met with the Capuchin father
aud was by them received into the Cathol
10 Church. With the king he returned to En-
land, but only to have all his sad recollection
1 awakened by meeting once more with his Of
enemies, Waller and Ireton.
Y Iretou! some astonished reader will exclaiu
'e Why, surely, we buried him years ago, and al
o not expected, we presume, to believe in ghos
in this enlightened nineteenth century of our
m And we must FeDoat what haN