d Wicklow mountains, enclosing the lovely
vale of Shanganah, rising picturesquely against the horizon. The scene
was beautiful, with all the varieties of sunlight and shadow.

O'Connell enjoyed it with nearly as much rapture as his youthful and
ardent companion, who broke forth--"It is all Ireland--oh! how
beautiful! Thank God, we see nothing English here. Everything we see is
Irish!"

His rapture was interrupted by O'Connell, gently laying his hand on his
shoulder, and pointing to the ship-of-war at anchor, as he
exclaimed--"_A speck of the British power_!"

The thought was electric. That speck, significantly pointed out by
O'Connell, suggested the whole painful history of his fatherland to the
memory of the ardent young Irishman.

AN INSOLENT JUDGE.

The judges themselves often came in for a share of his animadversions,
when he deemed their judicial or other conduct deserved public censure;
and when he pleaded as an advocate before them, their resentment
betrayed itself. Singular to say, his practice was never injuriously
affected by his boldness outside. Other men have suffered vitally from
the political or personal hostility of judges--Curran was one of them.
But O'Connell beat down the most formidable hatred, and compelled, by
the sheer force of legal and intellectual power, the bitterest and most
obstinate personal rancor to give way. He compelled pompous, despotic,
and hostile judges to yield. He could not be awed. If they were haughty,
he was proud. If they were malevolent, he was cuttingly sarcastic.

It happened that he was by at an argument in one of the courts of
Dublin, in the course of which a young Kerry attorney was called upon by
the opposing counsel, either to admit a statement as evidence, or to
hand in some documents he could legally detain. O'Connell was not
specially engaged. The discussion arose on a new trial motion--the issue
to go down to the Assizes. He did not interfere until the demand was
made on the attorney, but he then stood up and told him to make no
admission.

He was about to resume his seat, when the judge, Baron M'Cleland, said,
with a peculiar emphasis, "Mr. O'Connell, have you a _brief_ in this
case?"

"No, my lord, I have not; but I _will_ have one, when the case goes down
to the Assizes."

"When I," rejoined the judge, throwing himself back with an air of lofty
scorn, "was at the bar, it was not _my_ habit to anticipate briefs."

"When _you_ were at the bar," reto