He was again triumphantly elected for Clare, and from thenceforth till his death occupied a seat in the House, representing at various times different constituencies. Of his conduct as member of Parliament, however his contemporaries might have differed in opinion, either through partiality or prejudice, posterity will do him the justice of according to him a wonderful versatility of talent, a conscientious desire to forward the interests of his country, an unswerving courage and dignity in meeting the taunts and sneers of Tory and Whig alike against his compatriots--a process of reasoning then much in vogue among English politicians. From Peel, Russell, Disraeli, and Sipthorpe downwards, no man, among the seven hundred or so that are supposed to represent the commons of Great Britain and Ireland, ever dared to raise their crest against Catholics or Irishmen, but, swifter than the flight of a falcon on a heron, the Liberator pounced upon him, and, metaphorically, tore him to pieces. In the debates on the Reform Bill, the Poor Law Act, and the tithe question, he was generally found on the side of popular rights and free government; and if, as has been charged, he sometimes leaned towards the Whigs, it was because he accepted their measures as the lesser evils. FOOTNOTES: [76] _A Life and Times of Daniel O'Connell, with Sketches of his Contemporaries, etc._ 2 vols. Dublin: John Mullany. 1867. [77] _Life and Speeches of Daniel O'Connell, M.P._ New York: J. A. McGee. 1872. [78] _Life and Times of Daniel O'Connell._ (Anonymous.) Dublin. 1867. THE PRIEST. "And the people were waiting for Zachary."--S. LUKE i. 21. As morning breaks, or evening shadows steal, Duties and thoughts throng round the marble stair, Waiting for Him who burneth incense there, Till He shall send to bless them as they kneel. Greater than Aaron is the mighty Priest Who in that radiant shrine for ever dwells; Brighter the stones that stud His glowing vest, And ravishing the music of His bells That tinkle as He moves. The golden air Is filled with notes of joy that dance and run Through every court, and make the temple one. --The lamps are lit; 'tis past the hour of prayer, And through the windows is their lustre thrown-- Deep in the holy place the Priest doth watch alone. --_Faber._ GRAPES AND THORNS. BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE HOUSE OF YORKE." CHAPTER VI. MARRIAGE BELLS.