had assumed, somewhat checked his ardour. The accused (certainly the most sober of the two, although neither could be said to be actually drunk), stepped a few paces back, and, flourishing his long pole or crook over his head, prepared to give his insulter a warm reception. That one or other of the parties would obtain a broken head was now very evident. Those around us seemed to consider such a result a matter of necessity after such an altercation as that which had taken place. There was no use for any interference, therefore, on our part. In the Landes, as in other parts of the civilized world, individual honour must be satisfied by means of deadly shots or broken heads; and the principals had, besides, no fear of a reprimand from the priesthood for their conduct on the occasion. To it, then, the gentlemen went in right earnest, and played as pretty a game at quarterstaff as ever was seen in merry England. The parties seemed very equally matched in regard to strength, and were proficients in the science of attack and defence; it appeared very doubtful, therefore, who should be the victor. For some time the blows fell thick and hard on both sides; several of them taking effect, but most of them being parried with great adroitness. As usual, however, at such bouts, he that could bear the hardest thumps without losing his temper triumphed. A hit somewhat sharper than ordinary told with good effect on the left shoulder of him who fought for his "shoe tie." To return it with interest, if possible, was now his sole ob. ject, and furiously he endeavoured to discharge the obligation. The blows were now all on his part; his opponent now skilfully stepping aside to avoid them; now grasping the centre of his pole, and whirling it round and round his head, with such velocity as completely to protect his person. It was easy to decide in whose favour the odds now were; although the assailant's weapon was plied with an energy and power which appeared resistless. The accused (unjustly, as it was afterwards ascertained) pursuing the same system of defence, never offered to return the blows of his opponent; in fact, he seemed determined not to strike until fatigue and passion had wrought powerfully in his favour. At length the efforts of the assailant became relaxed, his blows descended with less rapidity, and the time for finishing the contest was at hand. Watching, therefore, his opportunity, as the wearied arm of his adver. sary, with somewhat of its original vigour, dealt forth a blow which might have felled an ox, the injured party leaped aside, and escaping it, in an instant, and before his opponent could recover his guard, returned the blow with all his force on the unprotected shoulders of his opponent. The pole flew to pieces with the violence of the shock, and the originator of the dispute pitched head-foremost to the ground. Such scenes are of common occurrence in the Landes; and, with the exception of some severe thwacks given and received, it is seldom that serious injury is sustained by either party. I recollect, however, a conflict between two French Basques in the vicinity of Pau, which terminated fatally. The Basques invariably carry a long walking-stick, generally knotted at the ends; and, when they chance to quarrel, they do not hesitate in using it pretty freely. Two of them thus armed having quarrelled and fought, one of them received a blow over the temple which killed him on the spot. This was, however, a very rare occurrence; and the shilelah* of the Basque must, nevertheless, be Query for Irish Antiquaries-"Does not the familiar use of the “shilelah” by the Basques,-the oldest nation on the continent,-strengthen the opinion of Irish descent from the Spanish or French people, who bear that name? considered as a far better arbiter of disputes than the long knife of his brethren over the frontier. On the present occasion the injury sustained by the beaten party was considered of no importance, and did not in the slightest degree interrupt the hilarity of the assembly. Everything was now prepared for the race, and the competitors, in number about two dozen, being drawn up in line, and the signal for starting given, off they went in fine style. One of the hunters had been posted on a rising ground, about five hundred yards distant; round him those engaged in the race were to turn, and G---- had taken care that, in placing this individual, no attention should be paid to the state of the ground over which the racers should pass. For the first hundred yards the race was neck and neck, all in line, and no one jostling the other. This, however, was the only level part of the course. A hollow, with a brook running through it, was now to be passed, and we could distinguish a very considerable derangement in the ranks of the little band as they passed it. Still all held on, and one after another passed the pivot without accident of any kind. Some there were now who had gained considerably on the others; these were mostly running together, each determined to win: and as, among those who were behind them, each was determined not to be last, the utmost vigour and activity of the party were put forth. As the competitors approached, the shouts of the spectators were incessant. "Pierre le gagnera!"-" Joseph le gagnera!" resounded as the heads of one or other of the "favourites" first appeared above the unequal surface of the course: and, as they descended into the hol. low which we have noticed, it was apparent that either one or other of the favourites would prove the victor. This time, however, the brook was not so easily crossed; and, by one mishap or other, several were left in it, some of whom had hitherto been among the foremost, so that when the others topped the bank near the winning-post, they formed nearly as compact a body as when they started. Neither the whip, nor spur, nor the betting-book were in requisition, yet the contest now became really animating. There was not nearly so great a disparity of fleetness as might have been expected among such a number; and it was very evident that whoever gained the race would not have a great superiority to boast of. On they came over the level piece of sward, amid the redoubled shouts of the spectators. In a few seconds it was crossed, and Joseph was the victor by a few feet. Of course, on the presentation of the prize, Gfound it necessary to say something; but, being unaccustomed to "public speaking," and still less capable of speaking in French, he bethought him that some of his schoolboy recitations might avail him on the occasion. address of Sempronius to the Roman senate was the first which came to mind; so, turning towards Joseph, and commencing with "My voice is still for war: Gods! can a Roman senate long debate," &c. The he delivered a portion of it with all the action and energy which a eulogium on the merits of the successful racer might be supposed to require. Shouts followed every cadence of the speaker, and the scene concluded amid "thunders of applause." 508 THE ABBOT'S OAK. A LEGEND OF MONEY-HUTCH LANE. "In the parish of Redgrave, skirting the Park, is a narrow bye-road, which has from time immemorial borne the name of Money-Hutch Lane. Tradition says that it derived its appellation from a treasure buried in its immediate neighbour. hood, at the time of the suppression of the monasteries, one of which, a small off. shoot from the great parent stem of St. Edmondsbury, stood in its vicinity. It is added, that though deposited under the guardianship of spell and sigil, it may yet be recovered by any one who bides the happy minute."-Collect. for Hist. of Suffolk. THE Abbot sat by his glimmering lamp, And ever anon, As the night wore on, He would slowly sink back in his oaken chair, On that Abbot's brow the furrows were deep, And his glassy eyes had known no sleep His lips, so thin, had let nothing in Save brown bread and water, untemper'd by gin, His hopes of succeeding at all with his reading One would think, from the pains which he took with his diet, he His fasting, in short, equall'd that of those mighties, On that black-letter book Had a sad and a mournful air. But oh! what pleasure now gleams from his eyes, As he gazes around his cell! The Abbot springs up in delight and surprise, Out, for some one to bring His best suit of robes, and his crosier and ring, With a hint that he'd something important to say, "Unaccustom'd, my brethren, as I am to speaking, Where to hide our riches vast, I've found the spell that binds them fast. Will search all in vain, If they hunt for them over and over again. Was tarnish'd, I fear, By some trifling faux pas in our Patron's career; When fails our Saint's protecting power, Gallant hearts and steady hands Then, and then only, may burst the bands, Our treasures may win, if their patience but lets them; As for Harry the Eighth, I'm-"—he cough'd-" if he gets them. And now, my brethren, all to bed; We'll consider our early matins as said; And that rascally renegade Cromwell, than this come; Then let me know it. I'm sleepy just now-so good night-Pax vobiscum!" It's pretty well known what way the Eighth Harry, Which not being granted As soon as he wanted, The hot-headed monarch right solemnly said, To Jericho, And, instead of saluting his Holiness' toes, He kicks out the monks from their pleasant locations; His most intimate friends, And bestows their domains on his needy relations; VOL. IV. 34 And, sad to relate, As we are bound to confess it is, For his private necessities: And whenever his Majesty finds a fresh dun arise, Put all notions of dress Instanter to flight by its terrible warning. Though you'll probably guess That no gentlemen deck'd in gold, scarlet, and blue, Pay more than a penny, No matter how great the dimensions or distance. For this levelling bill, Which will make, by the aid of the Whigs, its abettors, As it's everywhere voted remarkably rude What this note was about, Or what it was stagger'd an Abbot so stout. The result's all we care to make public in this story, On the night of that ill-omen'd day A band of Monks pursued their way In Suffolk such is The word they use, as lately I've read In Johnson, for boxes in which folks make bread. As to carry their burthen they strove might and main The Sexton brought up the rear. Near a newly-made vault |