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THE OLD CANNON AT WATERWYNCH.

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THE OLD CANNON AT WATERWYNCH. Over all tradition some obscurity lies. To him who will give the pains needful to gather together the fragments, and give sequence to the story, a great reward is sometimes found in the unexpected pleasure afforded by visits to localities and conver- sations with people amongst whom traditions are to be found. Not in the manufacturing town, or in the mer- cantile city, do such exist—Romance and Tradition alike die in the unfriendly atmosphere of Trade- it is in the less frequented spots, away from the rush after wealth and the feverish excitement of gain, that traditions are preserved and the collection and comparison of them pursued. It is not un- usual, nay it often occurs, that in pursuing the thread of one Tradition the clue to another is found. An instance of this nature occurred at the time the writer was making his enquiries at Water- wynch. Being struck with the beauty of the coast scenery, for on either side of the bay, in front of the house, precipices plant their iron feet in the sea, the brows of which, overhanging the waves, are covered with heather and gorse, purple and golden with their flowers. Here has been built a rustic summer house, commanding from its semi- insular situation a vast extent of sea and shore, including the island of Caldy, the town of Tenby, and the Monkstone. Along the shore the rock is strangely contorted, cliffs rise abruptly from the beach hundreds of feet in height, amidst the recesses of which the raven and the sea fowl find a safe home the shore is covered with high rocks or boulders riven from the cliffs by the assaults of the restless sea beating upon them, age after age, for thousands of years. Headland after headland rises for miles, and at low water, a smooth streak of sand extends along, offering a safe path for the pedestrian. Along this beautiful but lonely shore the writer attempted to pass to the Monkstone-caves and caverns abound, and little imagination is required to people them with giants or mermaids, as the mind is disposed-but, owing to the state of the tide, he was obliged to return and accept the hos- pitality (hereby acknowledged) of the proprietor. During the time spent here an old panel was pointed out, now forming part of an out-house, but which had evidently formed part of the original mansion, inscribed "E veni del marterio a questa pace." Who was it that had here found a hermitage safe from the rude shocks of the world, and, living here in peace, had spent his time carving this memorial? I came from martyrdom unto this peace." Doubtless he had sat and listened to the little runlet that tinkles down the ravine on its way to the sea, and felt the stream of his life peacefully descending into death. These thoughts suggested to the writer the following lines, a copy of which he left with the proprietor as a memorial of his visit:— 0 Waterwynch 'tis summer now, Thy leafy trees are green On either hand thy headlands stand Bathed in the summer sheen. Thy little rill flows softly down Like music in my ear It scarce can reach thy silver beach, Bright are its drops and clear. Here in thy shadows, cool as night, I watch the blaze of day I see the beam of sunlight gleam On sea birds far away. The Church bells' softly solemn sound The bay comes floating o'er, Like voices dear that I shall hear, On earth, alas no more. Here would I play while I was young, Here rest when I grow old And life should seem a waking dream, As in the age of gold. But to return to the history of Captain Chase. Iti order that, if discovered, he might with certainty be recognized, and his identity sworn to, it was necessary that the Bassoon should accompany Captain Cherry and the search party, and also be present at the arrest. A spy, or a traitor, has ever been to the Englishman a detestable character. It is upon record that on the occasion of an eminent politician applying for the stipulated price of his treachery, the Minister of the Crown, calling in a witness, and taking up the sum of money in a pair of tongs, presented it thus to him. A feeling similar to this was felt by the whole party towards the Bassoon, and, deeply as in his nature was the love of greed and gain engrafted, and callous as were his feelings, his life on ship board was made miserable, so miserable that none on board were so glad as he when the ship arrived at Portrush. Here plans were laid to discover Captain Chase, and a search party, accompanied by the Bassoon, were landed. Howsoever skilfully and secretly their enquiries were made, they could not be kept from the ears of Chase or his friends, and precau- tions were taken by them to ensure his safety. Between Portrush and the Giant's Causeway stands the Castle of Dunluce, built upon and occupying the whole of a headland some hundreds of feet in height, and separated from the mainland by a ravine or gorge up which the tide rushes in foam. This ravine is spanned by a stone bridge which, though of massive structure, is so built that only one person can cross at the same time. This Castle of Dunluce was founded in the year 1274 by John de Luce, or Lucy, and at the time we write of was occupied by his descendant Henry de Lucy. The family was one of noble traditions, and in the present representative these traditions were nobly sustained. To Henry de Lucy no one in trouble or distress made appeal in vain. He is described as large souled and genial, not waiting until his aid was sought, but seeking himself where his sympathy, his power, or his means might be applied on behalf of trouble or distress, and this without parade, for, manifold as were his deeds of kindness, they were known to few, if any, beyond the reci- pients thereof. A portrait of him is still in exis- tance, together with his two brothars. He was somewhat stout in figure, with a very pleasing face and had a keen penetrating eye. To this man Chase determined to fly and ask for shelter, feeling assured he would not be betrayed, and that, if means of concealment were not to be found in the castle, means of escape by sea would be provided. His confidence in Sir Henry was not misplaced. He was at once received and treated with the hospitality of the family. He confided his whole story to Sir Henry and received from him council and advice. Meantime the Bassoon and the search party were not idle. For weeks the homes of several of Chases friends had been strictly watched, and rewards had bcfn secretly offered for information. Espionage and bribery alike failed, and the weeks passed away without result. The character of Sir Henry had been learned by the Bassoon during his stay in the district, and, to his base mind it occurred that Chase might be in Dunluce Castle. Ho attempted to gain information from the guards and servants, and nearly lost his life thereby, for, having offered a bribe to one of the men who was more than usual indebted to Sir Henry, his rage became so great that he seized upon the Bassoon and attempted to throw him into the sea. Built into the masonry of this bridge that spans the ravine is a small chamber with a secret entrance, closed by stone, and so placed that no stranger could even suspect its existance. It is lighted, if lighted it can be called, by interstices between the blocks of stone from which the mortar had been re- moved, and is placed immediately under the arch of the bridge, so that any one there secreted could see the approach and passage of whomsoever crossed the bridge into the castle. Upon the representation of the Bassoon, search of the castle in the Queen's name and for the Queen's enemies was demanded. Captain Chase was there- upon hurried into this chamber and orders given that the soldiers should be at once admitted. Chase from his hiding place heard their tramp over his head. N eedless to say the search that was made from turret to basement proved vain. Sir Henry enter- tained the soldiers with Irish hospitality, and apologizing for the inconvenience given the party withdrew. Arrangements were now made for the arrest and imprisonment of several men, heads of families, whom the Bassoon asserted were formerly part of the crew of the Anserferus under Captain Chase; and some under escort were removed to Belfast. But treachery was to be met by treachery, and the Bassoon was nearer to his reward than he dreamed. He was informed, by one whom he had attempted to bribe, that despite the search of Dunluce Castle, he could, if he secretly stole across the Bridge, see with his own eyes Captain Chase coming or going. At or about 2 o'clock of the morning, a party of Chase's men meantime hid themselves on either side the Bridge, and waited the coming of the Bassoon. Soon he appeared, and when once on the Bridge the hiders at each end rushed out with their dirks in their hands. He saw himself betrayed, paused for a moment to think of means of escape, and made a rush towards the Castle but seeing nothing but stern faces there, he attempted to turn, and, fearing as he turned to receive a blow, his foot swerved, and in one moment he was over the Bridge, falling headlong into the sea below, doubt- less dashed to pieces amid the rocks. His disappearance was the cause of the search being abandoned. The wars with Spain occupied the whole of the attention of the Queen and her Ministers, and Chase was forgotten. It is supposed he lived several years after this, and left a family in the district, -for in the little kirk-yard in the parish of Letterlone may still be seen the head- stone engraved- HIC JAC T. C C. CHASE, MOR IN P which may be read—Here lies the body of Captain Chase, who died iji peace, 16 This is his grave The writer cannot close this history without some allusion to the unalloyed pleasure he enjoyed during his stay in this most interesting locality. The general beauty of the country surrounding the town of Tenby; the splendour, for no other word will serve, of its coast scenery; the wealth and profusion of its wild flowers and ferns the exhila- rating atmosphere the courtesy of its inhabitants together made an impression that will not readily pass; and it is to be hoped that more and more people may learn of it, and come where such enjoy- ments are so readily obtained.

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