the Irish, had
joined Ocampo with all their forces, and were marching to the relief of
Kinsale. The deputy, informed of their designs by intercepted letters,
made preparations to receive them; and being reinforced by Levison with
six hundred marines, he posted his troops on an advantageous ground
which lay on the passage of the enemy, leaving some cavalry to prevent a
sally from D'Aquila and the Spanish garrison. When Tyrone, with a
detachment of Irish and Spaniards, approached, he was surprised to find
the English so well posted and ranged for battle, and he immediately
sounded a retreat; but the deputy gave orders to pursue him, and having
thrown these advanced troops into confusion, he followed them to the
main body, which he also attacked and put to flight, with the slaughter
of twelve hundred men.[27] Ocampo was taken prisoner; Tyrone fled into
Ulster; O'Donnel made his escape into Spain; and D'Aquila, finding
himself reduced to the greatest difficulties, was obliged to capitulate
upon such terms as the deputy prescribed to him. He surrendered Kinsale
and Baltimore, and agreed to evacuate the kingdom. This great blow,
joined to other successes gained by Wilmot, governor of Kerry, and by
Roger and Gavin Harvey, threw the rebels into dismay, and gave a
prospect of the final reduction of Ireland."

The remaining part of Tyrone's history may be gathered from the
narrative.

Among other memorable incidents illustrative of his character, it is
said that Tyrone, appearing in person to execute a treaty, immediately
on the issue of some sanguinary engagement, was requested to sign the
terms. "Here is my signature," said he, laying his bloody hand on the
deed: "'tis the mark of the Kings of Ulster." Hence, tradition gravely
asserts was the origin of "the bloody hand," the arms of Ulster! That
such a derivation is fabulous we need not attempt to prove.

What a paradox is love!--the most selfish and yet the most disinterested
of the passions; the gentlest and yet the most terrible of impulses that
can agitate the human bosom; the most ennobling and the most humble; the
most enduring and the most transient; slow as the most subtle venom to
its work, yet impetuous in its career as the tornado or the whirlwind;
sportive as the smile of infancy, and appalling as the maniac's shriek,
or the laugh of his tormentor. 'Tis a joy nursed in the warm glow of
hope; but who shall reveal the depths of its despair? 'Twas given to man
as h