aforesaid sum, which we give him on account of his services; and on condition that the said John shall not put any of us out of our lands; and we promise to behave ourselves most dutifully to him, and _not to adhere to any of the O'Rourkes_. In witness whereof we have put our hands and seals to this writing the 5th day of December. 1556. CAHAL MAC CONOCHAR. There were present at this agreement, when it was ratified, and when it was interchanged, and when the seals were put upon it, to wit, God in the first place; Richard O'Hivganane; Anlan O'Molloy; Toraylach Mac Ranald; the two sons of Teig, the son of Ayan, to wit, Owen and William; Kiruah Mac Manus; Gerald, deacon of Feana; Cormac, deacon of Cloon; Conachar Mac Giolla Sooly; Manus Mac Giolla Roe; Owen O'Colla. * * * * * From the avowed object of the above deed, to detach the Magranals from the interest of O'Rourke, against whom war was at that time in preparation, as well as from the deed itself having been found _in the Castle of Dublin_, more than two hundred years afterwards, there can be little doubt that the whole affair was got up by the lords justices, and that Magranal of Claduff was an agent in their pay. The Magranals, however, _took nothing by their motion_; for although they were arrayed under their new chief against O'Rourke in the war which followed, their estates were confiscated at the same time with his, the lawyers having discovered, that as O'Rourke was their feudal lord, they were partakers in the guilt of his rebellion, although they had been fighting against him. * * * * * DISCOVERY OF THE MINES OF HAYNA, FROM AN INCIDENT IN IRVING'S LIFE OF COLUMBUS. _(For the Mirror.)_ Oh, go not yet, my lord, my love, lie down by Zenia's side, And think not for thy white men friends, to leave thy Indian bride, For she will steer thy light canoe across Ozuma's lake, To where the fragrant citron groves perfume the banyan brake; And wouldst thou chase the nimble deer, or dark-eyed antelope, She'll lend thee to their woody haunts, behind the mountain's slope, And when thy hunter task is done, and spent thy spirit's force, She'll weave for thee a plantain bower, beside a streamlet's course, Where the sweet music of the leaves shall lull thee to repose. Hence in Zenia's watchful love, from harmful beast, or foes, And when the spirit of the storm, in wild tornades rides by, She'll hide thee in a cave, beneath a rocky panoply. Look, Zenia look, the fleecy clouds move on the western gales, And see the white men's moving home, unfurls her swelling sails, So farewell India's spicy groves, farewell its burning clime, And farewell Zenia, but to love, no farewell can be mine; Not for the brightest Spanish maid, shall Diez' vow be riven, So if we meet no more on earth, I will be thine in heaven.