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and yett hath one of the best consellers of yt kingdome (when he hath related ye matter) conclueded wth this sentense. ther were noe wieser then my selfe or that I cold have my wishe I vowe to God the yong man Desmond shold neur see Irland; for I feare hir Majestie, supposinge to putt downe a bad won, will raise up a wors. The newes are in theis words-' Captayne Richard Green hath don vary good seruice of late, for he fought wth the pretended Earle of Desmond as he was marchyng into Arklow He slew his sone and 60 of his chyfest men, wth twoe or three of the captaynes of his bonaughts, he tooke his cows, his sheepe his garrans and all his bagage; he fetched them out of the woodes, and never left followinge them until he drowe them into Leix wth 300 rascals wth him, not havinge scarce a rag about him.' Whether this is treue or false, I knowe nott; but Sr I praie you lettus nowe fall into this consideracon. Yf itt soe be yt James McThomas be att so lowe an ebbe whether ther be so great a piece of worke left behynd for this yong Gent, as that yt might not be don without him; and soe the honor given to your sworde and industrie, as well as toe adventuer him abroade, when yf he proov nought you knowe the pill like to ensue (wch doeth nott a littel troble me) how apt our enemyes will be to throwe uppon us (yt have ben auchtors of the counsayle) the imputacon of anie future bad Successe. I praie you therfor lettus be as wise as serpents, though we bee as symple as doues, and yf uppon his cominge over you fynde noe great taske to be don bye him, rather take a true and a wies wai and mak suer of him yt he cannot escape; and aduertis hither what you thinke: for take this from me uppon my life, that whatsoever you doe to abridge him, wch you shall saie to be don out of providense, shall never be ymputed to you as a fault, butt exceedingelie comended byethe Queene for God doeth knowe yt the Queene hath ben the most hardliedrawen unto yt yt cold be, and hath layde yt in my dysh a duson tymes. Well I praie God you and Carewe be not decaued.' Besides Sr, yt shalbe an easie matter for you to coller whatsoever you shall doe in that kynde by this cours. You maie ether apostate sombodye to seke to withdrawe him, who maie betraie him to you; or, rather then fayle ther maie be som founde out ther to accuse him, and it maie be sufficient reson for you to remand him, or toe restrayne him. First I see won thinge yt a meane fortune will never contente him, wth wch disposition assuer your selfe the Queen will not be mutch pleased; next he is in nature proude, and yf he ever shold be suffered to meddell wth ye undertaker's lands his teeth will water till he have devoured them all. I confesse everie perill nowe obiects ytself to my senses, and for no reson more then when I contemplayte what a vexacon yt wilbe when our own accons are efficientes of after repentence, in a tyme when no iudgment is made but bye the successe. Still remember what I say unto you. Blame shall never betyde

you for anie cautions (howe curyous soever) in the manageinge of this Puer male Cinctus.*

"From my Lodging at the Savoy,

"Octr. 8, 1600."

"ROBT. CECYL.”

The reader unacquainted with the peculiar notions of morality entertained by this great English statesman may be reluctant to affix to" the Curious Cautions" mentioned in this letter such interpretation as the ingenious suggestion of the "Apostating somebody to seek to withdraw him,' would seem to make the most obvious. He may prefer to understand the expression as advice to Carewe to take care that the Archbishop of Cashel should urge with untiring repetition upon this Puer male Cinctus the sixth article of the lectures; this interpretation may be correct, and will certainly be charitable. Such a reader is in the fittest possible state of mind for the perusal of much more of the confidential correspondence of these two friends. The rumour that had reached England of the good service of Captain Richard Green, and of the total defeat of the Sugan Earl was true; the Queen's Earl of Desmond could now be of no possible use in Ireland; he might be mischievous if indeed "his teeth had already begun to water for the lands of the undertakers ;" and it is a curious trait in the character of Cecyll that he should have preferred, to the simple expedient of recalling Captain Price and his charge to London, the shadowing out to Carewe of the curious cautions to be taken with him, the first moment that he should give cause for suspicion. Had he stopped the journey of the Earl at Bristol the loss would have been little either to the traveller or to Ireland; but had the President of Munster misunderstood the meaning of his despatch, Cecyll might have had to return to the same page which had furnished him with the warning words of Sulla, in search for a fitting phrase with which, in his future

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* Nec ut unquam aliter quam super eum cingeretur (latus Clavus) et quidem fluxiore cinctura. Unde emanasse Sullæ dictum, optimates sæpius admonentis," ut male procinctum puerum caverent." -(Suetonius.) Neither to Sulla nor to the Optimates did Julius Cæsar cause a tithe of the uneasiness that James FitzGerald caused to Cecyll.

epistles to his friend, classically to mourn over the untoward demise of the modern Cæsar.

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"Price to Cecyll.

'Right honorable. I have this daye at 10 a'clock in the forenone receved Yor Honr's Ires of the 9th of this psent, together with Ires to the Lo. Psident, wch God willing shalbe deliwed unto his owne hands, whereof I will be careful; I have dispatched all things here, and caused the ship wherein we go to fall down to Kings road 5 miles from Brustowe so as wthin an houres warnyng we will take saile wth the first wynd, wch I greatly long for. My staye here a dayise longer to me then a yeare; the wynd is south south west, and veary dark wether by reason of fogg and rayne, some time to south south east for iij. or iiij. houres, the Mr. of the barke dare nott venter to go this dark wether untill it brake up somewhatt cleerer, and will answer for his lief thatt he shall loose no houre of eny convenient time or wynd. I have deliwed yor Ho. comendacons to th Earle who humbly thanketh yor hon. and is very glad to heer of the good newes yor hon. wrott, yet he saith that he hopeth wthin feawe dayes after his arryvall in Irland to send unto yor hon. better. So beseeching almighty God to keepe and pserve yor hon, in all helth and happiness. I humbly take leave.

"Brustoll, the x of October, 1600.

"JOHN PRISE.

"The ship wth the soldiers thatt was dispersed, wch was thought to be at Waterfourd, is nowe at Milfourd, whereof I had suer newes. My Lo. Archbushop and Mr. Crosby came hither a Wednesdaye last."

"Desmond to Cecyll.

Right honorable. I knowe not in what measure of thankefullnes I maye give you thanks, because infinitely haue you tied me; and my endeuors to your comandment shall never be finit; what errors the greenes of my youth maye comitt will rather growe through ignoraunce of this worlds carriage then anie thought or imagination of willfullnes to offend; and I do assure my selfe in the woorthines of yor nature, You will hold them as escapes, then as setled determinations to followe or continu in. But howe can I beare my selfe in the height of these admirable fauours wch his Highnes has imposed uppon me, that I shall not eur disclayme from merit, and coome short of yeelding anie reasonable satisfaction to that sacred majestie which the period of my lifes endinge cannot satisfie? culy alegiaunce and dutie are the pledjes of my humillyty, that the conscience of an honest hart upon such suerties will neur lett a forfey. ture indamage. And You Honourable Sr be my organ that maye alwaies sound in hir highnes eares the yeildinge tribute of my loyallty, that will not receave anie shadow of disobedience, nor to your Honor anie unconformity of yor disposinge. And so ready to set

sayle wth the next wynde wch I ernestly long for, and humbly thanking yor Honor for your care of defrayinge the chardge of my horses, hopeinge by my next letter to aduertiss you of my arrivall at Corke. I take my leaue this xii. October, 1600.

"I humbly thank Yor Honor for yor good newes. I hope shortly to send you better. Captayne Price hath made all things reddy here, and desires to be gon, and I protest I do the like."

1.-Hermo Pastor.

NOTICES OF BOOKS.

Ethiopice primum edidit et Ethiopica Latine vertit Antonius d'Abbadie. Lipsia, 1861.

We are compelled by want of space most reluctantly to reserve our notice of this important publication, which is but one of M. d'Abbadie's many contributions to the literature of the Abyssinian church. We hope to connect with it in our next number a detailed account of the literature of Abyssinia, as described by M. d'Abbadie. It is deeply interesting in a religious point of view..

II-A Vindication of the Duke of Modena from the Charges of Mr. Gladstone, from Official Documents and other Authentic Sources, selected and revised, with an Introduction by the Marquis of Normanby, K.G. London: Bosworth and Harrison, 1861.

To attack, to slander, to lie is an easy task. It only requires audacity coupled with a rapid and unscrupulous tongue and a fit audience. But to vindicate the cause attacked, to rebut the slander, and to unmask the lie is a work of time and difficulty. It costs labour and research. And the vindication at last often fails in its purpose, because it comes too late. The lie is rapid, the truth is slow. The telegram, the special correspondent, the Prime Minister of Turin, or a Cabinet Minister in England, fabricate or father a falsehood, and it speeds on to the ends of the earth. Yet truth though slow is strong, and must ultimately penetrate into the mind and heart of a truth-loving people.

Relying on this conviction, Lord Normanby, in the

pamphlet which he has just published, has endeavoured to stem the tide of falsehood and calumny which has up to this moment overborne all resistance. He has appealed, and let us hope not in vain, to the fair spirit and sober judgment of reflecting and independent men against the thoughtless clamour of the noisy politician, and against the prejudice and passions of the revolutionary partisan. In his vindication of the Duke of Modena from the charges of Mr. Gladstone, he produces documentary evidence to show that the statements enforced by the Chancellor of the Exchequer with unctuous rhetoric and solemn declamation on the House of Commons were utterly without foundation, and that by far the gravest accusation was not borne out even by the work from which he quoted, and from which he has learned his revolutionary lesson. With singular want of penetration and judgment of character Mr. Gladstone had accepted, as trustworthy evidence against the Duke of Modena, a compilation of documents, drafts of laws, memoranda, and private letters, of a most suspicious character furnished by Doctor Farini, who ransacked the public archives and purloined confidential papers from the Duke's private bureau, in order if possible to find proof for his accusation in the Honse of Commons. In his attack against the Duke, Mr. Gladstone made more than a free use of these suspicious documents. He went beyond his text.

Not only is Mr. Gladstone guilty of the un-English habit of attacking a fallen and unfortunate prince, but, when as in his correspondence with Lord Normanby, he is driven from point to point, and the ground on which he had taken his stand is cut from beneath his feet, he is so wanting in candour and manliness as to evade Lord Normanby's demand to retract in the House of Commons the accusation which he was no longer able to maintain. If he had valued truth and justice more than political partisanship or personal vanity, he would not have sought to have covered his defeat by making fresh charges against the Duke of Modena from the same impure and tainted sources. His letters are evasive and shuffling in the extreme; they indeed exhibit "the contortions of the Sybil without its inspiration." But it is not Mr. Gladstone alone, the national character suffers from this want of truthfulness, from this unreality in describing events which has been introduced by this sad Italian revolution and its agents, the anonymous