Originally,the only mode of ingress was by a narrow portal in the very wall which overtopped the precipice,opening upon a ledge of rock which afforded a precarious pathway,cautiously intersected,however,by a deep trench cut with great labour in the living rock;so that,in its original state,and before the introduction of artillery into the art of war,this tower might have been pronounced,and that not presumptuously,almost impregnable.
The progress of improvement and the increasing security of the times had,however,tempted its successive proprietors,if not to adorn,at least to enlarge their premises,and at about the middle of the last century,when the castle was last inhabited,the original square tower formed but a small part of the edifice.
The castle,and a wide tract of the sur-rounding country,had from time immemorial belonged to a family which,for distinctness,we shall call by the name of Ardagh;and owing to the associations which,in Ireland,almost always attach to scenes which have long witnessed alike the exercise of stern feudal authority,and of that savage hospitality which distinguished the good old times,this building has become the subject and the scene of many wild and extraordinary traditions.One of them I have been enabled,by a personal acquaintance with an eye-witness of the events,to trace to its origin;and yet it is hard to say whether the events which I am about to record appear more strange or improbable as seen through the distorting medium of tradition,or in the appalling dimness of uncertainty which surrounds the reality.
Tradition says that,sometime in the last century,Sir Robert Ardagh,a young man,and the last heir of that family,went abroad and served in foreign armies;and that,having acquired considerable honour and emolument,he settled at Castle Ardagh,the building we have just now attempted to describe.He was what the country people call a DARK man;that is,he was considered morose,reserved,and ill-tempered;and,as it was supposed from the utter solitude of his life,was upon no terms of cordiality with the other members of his family.
The only occasion upon which he broke through the solitary monotony of his life was during the continuance of the racing season,and immediately subsequent to it;at which time he was to be seen among the busiest upon the course,betting deeply and unhesitatingly,and invariably with success.Sir Robert was,however,too well known as a man of honour,and of too high a family,to be suspected of any unfair dealing.He was,moreover,a soldier,and a man of an intrepid as well as of a haughty character;and no one cared to hazard a surmise,the consequences of which would be felt most probably by its originator only.
Gossip,however,was not silent;it was remarked that Sir Robert never appeared at the race-ground,which was the only place of public resort which he frequented,except in company with a certain strange-looking person,who was never seen elsewhere,or under other circumstances.It was remarked,too,that this man,whose relation to Sir Robert was never distinctly ascertained,was the only person to whom he seemed to speak unnecessarily;it was observed that while with the country gentry he exchanged no further communication than what was unavoidable in arranging his sporting transactions,with this person he would converse earnestly and frequently.Tradition asserts that,to enhance the curiosity which this unaccountable and exclusive preference excited,the stranger possessed some striking and unpleasant peculiarities of person and of garb --she does not say,however,what these were--but they,in conjunction with Sir Robert's secluded habits and extraordinary run of luck--a success which was supposed to result from the suggestions and immediate advice of the unknown--were sufficient to warrant report in pronouncing that there was something QUEER in the wind,and in surmising that Sir Robert was playing a fearful and a hazardous game,and that,in short,his strange companion was little better than the devil himself Years,however,rolled quietly away,and nothing novel occurred in the arrangements of Castle Ardagh,excepting that Sir Robert parted with his odd companion,but as nobody could tell whence he came,so nobody could say whither he had gone.Sir Robert's habits,however,underwent no consequent change;he continued regularly to frequent the race meetings,without mixing at all in the convivialities of the gentry,and immediately afterwards to relapse into the secluded monotony of his ordinary life.
It was said that he had accumulated vast sums of money--and,as his bets were always successful,and always large,such must have been the case.He did not suffer the acquisition of wealth,however,to influence his hospitality or his housekeeping--he neither purchased land,nor extended his establishment;and his mode of enjoying his money must have been altogether that of the miser--consisting merely in the pleasure of touching and telling his gold,and in the consciousness of wealth.
Sir Robert's temper,so far from improving,became more than ever gloomy and morose.He sometimes carried the indulgence of his evil dispositions to such a height that it bordered upon insanity.
During these paroxysms he would neither eat,drink,nor sleep.On such occasions he insisted on perfect privacy,even from the intrusion of his most trusted servants;his voice was frequently heard,sometimes in earnest supplication,sometime as if in loud and angry altercation with some unknown visitant;sometimes he would,for hours together,walk to and fro throughout the long oak wainscoted apartment,which he generally occupied,with wild gesticulations and agitated pace,in the manner of one who has been roused to a state of unnatural excitement by some sudden and appalling intimation.