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9.-If the said William Sampson was conducted on board by an armed force ?
A.—That he was brought on board in a Portuguese boat, by a number of persons whom he did not know.
D.-If when he left Lisbon he was bound for Bordeaux or for Denmark ?
A.---That he was bound to Bordeaux and no where else. 9.-If he told William Sampson that he was bound to Bordeaux ?
A. That after he was on board he told him, but not tik he was at sea. D.-For what reason he put into St. Sebastian ?
1.-On account of a contrary wind, and want of provisions, which were exhausted by a passage of forty-three days.
D: -Whether the same persons who had conducted the said William Sampson on board, had given to him (the deponent) certificates, and to the said Sampson his passport?
A.—Yes—the moment the vessel got under way and was proceeding to sea,
Being no further interrogated, the present being read to him, he maintains the truth of his answers as therein contained, and signs, together with the interpreter thereof.
PIERRE BALGUERIE, Admr,
My servant, John Russel, was also interrogated, in confirmation of the above facts. The originals of all the docus ments adduced as youchers of this memoir, are in my posses. sion.
No. XV.-Page 219.
MY PASSPORT FROM PARIS TO HAMBURG.
Prisoners of War--No. 1324.
WAR DEPARTMENT-FRENCH REPUBLIQUE.
In the name of the French Government.
TO ALL OFFICERS, CIVIL AND MILITARY, charged with the maintenance of public order in different depart ments of the republic, permit Mr. Sampson (William) freely to pass (with his wife and two children) born at Londonderry, in Ireland, forty years of age of the height of one metre, seventy-six centimetres—hair and eye-brows dark brown (chatains bruns) high forehead, large nose, hazel eyes, mouth middle size, round chin, and face oval-going to Hamburg, without giving, or suffering to be given to him, any hindrance. The present passport, good to go to Hamburg and return to Paris.
Granted at Paris, the 27th Germinal, 13th year of the republic.
BERTHIER, Minister of War. Approved by the minister of the police.
No. XVI.—Page 359.
THIS admirable woman is of a family which moves in the genteelest circles of her country. Her name was Wither.
ington. At sixteen years of age she made a match of love with Theobald Wolfe Tone, then a youthful student. This marriage produced a separation from her family, which only served to encrease the tender affections of her husband.He bestowed much time upon her education, and had the delicious pleasure of cultivating the most noble, refined and delicate of minds. “ Content (to use his own words) with honorable poverty,” they might be truly called a happy couple. But Fortune, which delights in splendid victims, blasted their early joys. Mrs. Tone remained, at her husband's death, in Paris, with three young pledges of their love. The estimation in which Tone was held, and her own merit, had attached to her interest many powerful friends. But, with the arts of intrigue, her noble mind could never be familiar, she retired from the notice of the world. The most elegant encomium ever pronounced on woman, was that which Lucien Bonaparte bestowed upon her, in recom. mending her case, and that of her children, to the attention of the French Councils.
Her two sons were, in right of their father, received into the national school of the Prytannee, and her charming daughter educated, in the midst of a dissipated city, with the purity of an angel, became the sweet companion, and soother of the sorrows of a widowed mother. But she, like a fair blossom untimely nipped, bloomed at once, and faded. She died in the dawn of loveliness, and felt no pang in death but for sufferings of the mother she adored. Another child of promise soon followed, no less beloved, no less regretted : and Fate, not satisfied with so much cruelty, threatened to bereave her of her remaining comfort. It was to avert that last stroke of angry destiny, that she lately made a voyage to America-and, in the city of New York, a Society of her affectionate countrymen seized upon the unexpected occasion, and presented her with the following tribute to the memory of her husband, and her own virtues.
In pursuance of a resolution of the Hibernian Provident Society of the
City of New York, a Committee waited on Mrs. Tone, on Saturday *"last-and, in the most respectful manner, presented her a MEDALLION,
with an appropriate device and inscriptions and to her son (a youth of sixteen) a SWORD_accompanied with the following ADDRESS :
MADAM, WE are appointed by the Hibernian Provident Society of New-York, to embrace the opportunity of your presence in this city, to express to you their very profound respect for the character and memory of your late illustrious husband, General Theobald Wolfe and their affectionate attach. ment to his Widow and Son. To many of our Society he was intimately known; by all of us he was ardently beloved : and while we look back with anguish, on the frightful ca. lamities of our time and country, we delight to dwell on his talents, his patriotism, his perseverance, and his dignity in misfortune. Accept, madam, a testimonial of their esteem, which can pretend to no value, but what it may derive from the sincerity with which it is offered. In some other country, perhaps, it may awaken the reflection, that wherever Irishmen dare to express the sentiments of their hearts, they celebrate the name and sufferings of TONE, with that melancholy enthusiasm which is characteristic of their national feelings, for the struggles and misfortunes of their HEROES
We are likewise directed to present a Sword to his youthful son and successor, with a lively hope, that it may one day in his hand, avenge the wrongs of his country,
We are, Madam,
Your most obedient humble servants.
To which Mrs. Tone returned the following Answer: GENTLEMEN, THE sweetest consolation my heart can feel, I receive, in the proof you now give me, that my husband still lives in your affections and esteem; though, in the course of nine disastrous years, the numerous victims who have magnanimously suffered for the liberty of Ireland, might well confuse memory, and make selection difficult.
I am proud of belonging to a nation, whose sons preserve, under every vicissitude of Fortune, a faithful attachment to their principles ; and from whose firm and generous minds, neither persecution, exile, nor time, can obliterate the remembrance of those who have fallen, though ineffectually, in the cause of our country.
For your gift to my Son, take his Mother's thanks and his, while she tremblingly hopes that Fate may spare him, to prove himself not unworthy of his Father or his Friends.
I have the honor to remain,
MATILDA TONE. THE MEDALLION.* Cato, contemplating the immortality of the Soul ; he is seated ; one hand rests on the works of Plato, the other on his sword. The allusion will be readily perceived by those who remember the fate of General Tone.
While we lument his sufferings
Aid emulate his virtues. *Elegantly executed by Mr. Arch. Robertson, of this City.