And want among her huts hath been; But never from them past The stranger’s welcome, or the hearts That freely gave their last. She hath mountains of eternal green, And vales for love and health, And the beautiful and true of heart-- Oh these are Ireland’s wealth! And she is rich in hope, which blest Her gifted ones and brave, Who loved her well, for she had nought To give them but a grave. Through all her clouds and blasted years, That star hath never set; Will not our land arise and shine Among the nations yet? F. B. EXTRAORDINARY DETECTION OF MURDER. NO. II. Scarcely the most youthful reader needs now to be informed that for an indefinite period our country has unfortunately seldom been without bands of misguided men, more or less numerous, combined for illegal purposes, and who have from time to time wrought much ruin and misery to themselves and others, whether they went under the denomination of rapparees, defenders, peep-o’-day-boys, steelboys, whiteboys, united Irishmen, carders, houghers, thrashers or ribbonmen, the last of the species--may they prove the _last_ indeed! The manifold causes that produced those lawless and destructive combinations the nature of this Journal wisely precludes us from meddling with; their objects were perfectly apparent. We therefore pass both by with a single remark, namely, that since the disastrous and desolating insurrection and invasion of ’98, there has been no person of weight or property connected with any of the numerous confederacies that have continued unceasingly to distract the country, with the exception of that which involved the fate of the wild but amiable visionary Robert Emmett--certainly not in Connaught; nor would it appear that in any one of them since was any serious opposition to _government_ contemplated. In fact, the conspirators being, with but few exceptions, invariably of the very lowest class, their object, however guilty, was limited to the obtainment of personal advantage, the gratification of private revenge, or petty opposition to tithes and the local authorities. In 1806, the combinators were designated in Connaught, _thrashers_. Their vengeance seemed to be chiefly wreaked on the haggards of such gentlemen or middlemen as excited the wrath or suspicions of the brotherhood; and frequently, where at evening had been seen a large and well-filled haggard, nought was visible in the morning but empty space, the wasted grain and the _then_ valuable hay being scattered over the adjacent fields and roads, often to a considerable distance.