Valentine M'Clutchy, The Irish Agent Part 65

"Sir: I never doubted your courage until now. I have only to say, that I beg an answer to my last letter.

"I have the honor, &c, "c.u.mber."

Henry Hartley, Esq., to Lord c.u.mber:--

"My Lord: Your Lords.h.i.+p will find it in my last but one.

"I have the honor, &c, &c, "Henry Hartley."

Lord c.u.mber to Henry Hartley, Esq.:--

"Sir: I beg to say that I shall be in Castle c.u.mber within a fortnight from this date, and that you shall have early and instant notice of my arrival.

"I remain, &c, "c.u.mber."

Henry Hartley, Esq., to Lord c.u.mber:--

"And I, my Lord, shall be ready to meet you either there or anywhere else,

"And have the honor, &c, "Henry Hartley."

In the meantime, and whilst this correspondence was going forward, the political reeling about Castle c.u.mber rose rapidly between the adherents and friends of each. M'Clutchy called a meeting of Lord c.u.mber's friends and his own, which was held in the public rooms of Castle c.u.mber. The following is the report taken from the columns of the "True Blue: "--

"At a special meeting of the committee of the Castle c.u.mber cavalry, held in that town on Monday, the 15th March, 18--, Lieutenant Philip M'Clutchy in the chair.

"Captain Valentine M'Clutchy having communicated to certain of the Castle c.u.mber corps a circular letter, as well as committee to the effect that Henry Hartley, Esq., having directed private letters, influencing them to withdraw therefrom, and join a troop which he is now about raising, and that in consequence of these steps on his part, several of the Castle c.u.mber troopers had deserted, and were enrolled in the new corps:--

"And Captain M'Clutchy having laid before the said Committee a copy of a letter which he had drawn up to be sent to Henry Hartley, Esq., and the Committee, having taken the same into their most serious consideration:--

"It was unanimously resolved--That any attempt to induce the defection of any members enrolled in such corps, even to join another corps, is highly injurious to the Inst.i.tution at large, inasmuch, as it holds out a pernicious example of desertion, and above all, is calculated to excite a jealous electioneering spirit, and create enmity between the yeomanry troops, whose utility and value to the country depend on unanimity and mutual good will.

"Resolved--That the above resolution, together with the following letter signed by the Chairman in the name of the meeting, be forwarded to Henry Hartley, Esq.:

"'Sir--Having a.s.sociated for the safety and quiet of this portion of the country, aa well as for the protection of our families and properties, we feel ourselves particularly called upon, on an occasion like the present, to stand forward and repel the attack made upon this loyal corps, and, indeed, on the whole body of yeomanry throughout this kingdom--in spiriting away, by your letters and undue influence, some of our members, and attempting to procure others to be withdrawn from a corps already enrolled, armed, and complete. Be a.s.sured, sir, we shall be at all times ready, and happy to afford every a.s.sistance in the formation of any new corps in our neighborhood, provided this co-operation shall have no effect in diminis.h.i.+ng our own.

"'We, therefore, call upon you to reflect on the measures you have taken and are taking, and not to persevere in the error of keeping such deserters from our troop as have joined yours; as we shall in the case of your persisting to do so, most certainly publish the whole course of your proceedings in this matter for the satisfaction of our loyal brethren throughout the kingdom, and leave them to decide between you and us.

"'Philip M'Clutchy, Chairman.

"'Valentine M'Cldtchy, Captain.

"'Richard Armstrong, Second Lieutenant.

"'Robebt M'bullet.

"'Charles Cartridge.

"'Boniface Buckram.

"'Dudley Fulton, Secretary.'"

To these doc.u.ments, which were so artfully worded as to implicate Hartley without openly committing themselves, that gentleman having already had the understanding with Lord c.u.mber of which our readers are already cognizant made the following brief reply.

"'To Richard Armstrong, Esq., second Lieutenant of the Castle c.u.mber Cavalry:--

"Sir: I have received two resolutions pa.s.sed at a meeting of your troop in Castle c.u.mber, and regret to say, for the sake of the Yeomanry service of the country, that I cannot send any communication to those who bear the two first names on your committee. I trust I am a gentleman, and that I shall not knowingly be found corresponding with any but gentlemen. I have only now simply to say, that I repel with great coolness--for indignation I feel none--the charges that have been brought against me, both in the resolutions, and the letter which accompanied them. Neither shall I take further notice of any letters or resolutions you may send me, as I have no intention in future of corresponding with any one on the subject, with the exception of Lord c.u.mber himself, with whom I have had recent communications touching this matter.

"I am, sir, &c, "Henry Hartley."

Our readers are, no doubt, a good deal surprised, that Phil, knowing, from sad experience, the courage for which all the Hartley family were so remarkable, should have ventured to undertake the post of chairman, on an occasion where such charges were advanced against the gentleman in question. And, indeed, so they ought to be surprised, as upon the following morning no man living felt that sensation so deeply or painfully as did worthy Phil himself, who experienced the tortures of the d.a.m.ned. The whole secret of the matter, therefore, is, that Phil had lately taken to drink--to drink at all hours too--morning, noon, and night. In vain did his father remonstrate with him upon the subject; in vain did he entreat on one occasion and command on another. Phil, who was full of valor under certain circ.u.mstances, told his father he did not care a curse for him, and d--d his honor if he would allow him to curb him in that manner. The fact is, that Phil was at the present period of our tale, as corrupt and profligate a scoundrel as ever walked the earth. His father had no peace with him and received little else at his hands than contempt, abuse, and threats of being horsewhipped.

Perhaps if our readers can remember the extermination scene at Drum Dhu, together with the appearance of Kate Clank, they will be disposed to think that the son's conduct now, was very like judicial punishment on the father for what his own had been. Be this as it may--on the following morning after the meeting at Castle c.u.mber, Phil's repentance, had it been in a good cause, ought to have raised him to the calendar.

In truth, it rose to actual remorse.

"d.a.m.n my honor, M'Clutchy"--for that was now the usual respectful tone of his address to him--"were you not a precious old villain to allow me to take the chair yesterday, when you knew what cursed fire-eaters these Hartleys are?"

"That, Phil, comes of your drinking brandy so early in the day. The moment you were moved into the chair--and, by the way, I suspect M'Bullet had a mischievous design in it--I did everything in my power, that man could do, to prevent you from taking' it."

It's a d----d bounce, M'Clutchy, you did no such thing, I tell you. D--n you altogether, I say! I would rather the devil had the whole troop, as he will too, with Captain M'Clutchy at the head of them--"

"Don't get into insubordination, my hero," said his father; "why do you put me over Lord c.u.mber's head?"

"Ay," replied the son, "when sending you-to Headquarters, you mean; yes, my old knave, and when he and you and the whole kit of you get there, you'll know then what permanent duty means. That scoundrel Hartley will be sending a challenge to me."

"Make your mind easy, Phil," replied his virtuous father, "there is not the slightest danger of that; here's his reply to Armstrong, which d.i.c.k himself handed me in Castle c.u.mber, a while ago. Read that and let it console you."

Phil accordingly read Hartley's letter, in which both he and his father were mentioned with such marked respect; and never did reprieve come to a s.h.i.+vering, inanimate, and hopeless felon with the hangman's noose neatly settled under his left ear, with a greater sense of relief than did this communication to him. In fact, he had reached that meanness and utter degradation of soul which absolutely feels comfort, and is glad to take refuge, in the very contempt of an enemy.

"I hope you're satisfied," said his father.

"All right, my old fellow--all right, Captain M'Clutchy, Magistrate and Grand-juror. d.a.m.n my honor, but you're a fine old c.o.c.k, Val--and now I have spirits to take a gla.s.s of brandy, which I hadn't this whole morning before."

"Phil," said the father, "how do you think I can ever get you appointed to the magistracy if you take to drink?"

"Drink! why, blood, my old boy, is it this to me! Do you mean to tell me that there are no drunken magistrates on the bench? Drink! why, man, let me drink, swear, and play the devil among the ladies, surely you know that my thorough Protestantism and loyalty will make up for, and redeem all. Hey, then, for the gla.s.s of brandy, in which I'll drink your health, and hang me, I'll not abuse you again--unless when you deserve it, ha, ha, ha!"

"At all events," said Val, "keep yourself steady for this day; this is the day, Phil, on which I will glut my long cherished vengeance against Brian M'Loughlin--against him and his. I shall leave them this night without a roof over their heads, as I said I would, and, Phil, when you are in possession of his property and farm, and he and his outcasts, he will then understand what I meant, when I told him with a boiling heart in Castle c.u.mber Fair, that his farm and mine lay snugly together."

"But what will you do with the sick woman, I mean his wife?" asked Phil, putting a gla.s.s of brandy to his lips, and winking at his father; "what will you do with the sick woman, I say?"

Val's face became so frightfully ghastly, and presented so startling a contrast between his complexion and black bushy brows, that even Phil himself got for a moment alarmed, and said:--

"My G.o.d, father, what is the matter?"

Val literally gasped, as if seeking for breath, and then putting his hand upon his heart, he said--

"Phil, I am sick here--"