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"Mr. Grogan's trial was then resumed ; but this he did not expect until the next day, and consequently he had not been able to procure all the necessary evidence. It was indeed proved, that he was forced to join the Insurgents, but this did not prevent a sentence of his conviction: such was the idea entertained at the time, of the necessity of public example! The condemnation of these gentlemen was afterwards confirmed by the Irish parliament, which passed an act of attainder against them, and a confiscation of their properties; notwithstanding that, on parliamentary enquiry into the merits of the proceedings, it was clearly proved, that the court-martial had not been even sworn: so that, although their condemnation, and the confiscation of their properties, be sanctioned by law, yet the justice of the process is very questionable, and the investigation of it will employ the pens of future historians; particularly in the case of Mr. Grogan, who was undoubtedly sacrificed to the temper of the times. On the following day, Messrs. Harvey, Grogan, and Mr. Patrick Pendergast, a rich Maltster in Wexford, were ordered out to execution. When Mr. Harvey was brought out of his cell, he met Mr. Grogan in the gaol-yard, and accosted him in a feeling affectionate manner; while shaking hands with him, he said, in the presence of an officer and some of the guards, and in the hearing of several prisoners, who had crowded to the windows, "Ah! poor Grogan, you die an innocent man at all events." They were then conducted to the bridge, where they were hanged, when the heads of Messrs. Grogan and Harvey were cut off, and placed upon pikes on each side of that of capt. Keugh; while their bodies, and that of Mr. Prendergast, were stript and treated with the usual brutal indecencies, before being cast over the bridge! Mr. Colclough was brought out to trial on the same day, and condemned. On the next day he was executed, but his body, at the intercession of his lady, was given up to her to be interred. Mr. John Kelly, of Killan, whose courage and intrepidity had been so conspicuous at the battle of Ross, now lay

ill in Wexford, of a wound which he had received in that engagement: he was taken prisoner from his bed, tried and condemned to die, and brought on a car to the place of execution. His head was cut off, and his body, after the accustomed indignities, was thrown over the bridge. The head, however, was reserved for other exhibitions. It was first kicked about on the custom-house-quay, and then brought up into the town, thrown up and treated in the same manner opposite the house in which his sister lodged, in order that she might view this new and savage game at foot-ball, of which, when the players were tired, the head was placed in the exalted situation to which it had been condemned, above that of captain Keugh, over the door of the court-house."

CANNIBAL.

“A young man, of the name of Walsh, was brought into Naas, who was said by a female to be the person who shot eaptain Swayne, in the action at Prosperous. It is now well known that he was not within sixteen miles of Prosperous, when the action took place there nevertheless, he was taken without any form of trial to the ship, and there hanged, dragged naked through the street to the lower end of the town, and there set fire to; and when half burned, his body opened, his heart taken out, and put on the point of a wattle, which was instantly placed on the top of a house, where it remained until taken down by one of the military, who marched into town about nine weeks after. When the body had been almost consumed, a large piece of it was brought into the next house, where the mistress of it, Mrs. Newland, was obliged to furnish a knife, fork, and plate, and an old woman of the name of Daniel, was obliged to bring them salt. These two women heard them say, ' that Paddy ate sweet,' and confirmed it, with a 'd-n their eyes.' These women are living, and worthy of credit, being judged honest and respectable in their line and situation of life,"

ANOTHER.

"ON a public day in the week preceding the insurrection, the town of Gorey beheld the triumphal entry of Mr. Gowan at the head of his corps, with his sword drawn, and a human finger stuck on the point of it.

"With this trophy he marched into the town, parading up and down the streets several times, so that there was not a person in Gorey who did not witness this exhibition; while in the meantime the triumphant corps displayed all the devices of Orangemen. After the labour and fatigue of the day, Mr. Gowan and his men retired to a public house to refresh themselves, and, like true blades of game, their punch was sturred about with the finger that had graced their ovation, in imitation of keen fox hunters who whisk a bowl of punch with the brush of a fox before their boozing commences. This captain and magistrate afterwards went to the house of Mr. Jones, where his daughters were, and, while taking a snack that was set before him, he bragged of having blooded his corps that day, and that they were as staunch blood-hounds as any in the world. The daughters begged of their father to shew them the croppy finger, which he deliberately took from his pocket and handed to them. Misses dandled it about with senseless exultation, at which a young lady in the room was so shocked, that she turned about to a window, holding her hand to her face to avoid the horrid sight. Mr. Gowan perceiving this, took the finger from his daughters, and archly dropped it into the disgusted lady's bosom. She instantly fainted, and thus the scene ended!!! Mr. Gowan constantly boasted of this, and other similar heroic actions, which he repeated in the presence of brigade major Fitzgerald, on whom he waited officially, but so far from meeting with his applause, the major obliged him instantly to leave the company."

BLOODY PARSON.

The following atrocity happened in the county of Longford. "THE Rev. Mr. M, a parson magistrate, dined at the house of a Mr. Kn-t, near Newtown, and was hospitably entertained; another gentleman named F-ns, was present. The parson drank punch, and having mentioned that a man in the neighbouring village had remarkable good whisky; the servant was dispatched at nine at night for a bottle of it. The poor man went accordingly, and soon returned, and made the bottle into punch for his master's guests. When it was finished, the parson took his leave, having called for an orderly constable, named Rawlins, who always attended him. He then told Mr. K. that, that rascal (alluding to the poor servant who had gone a mile in the dark to procure liquor for this monster) was a damned United Irishman, and he must take him up. Mr. K. remonstrated, and, as well as Mr. F-, informed this Reverend Justice, that during two years he had lived with him, and had no fault, they believed him to be a harmless, honest man. Mr. M- insisted on his prisoner going with him: the gentlemen, after using every remonstrance, and offering bail, were obliged to give up the servant. Mr. F. was to go part of the same road that Mtook, and accordingly went with him and witnessed the horrid transaction that shortly happened. When they had gone about half a mile, the parson who had been using every sort of opprobrious language to his prisoner, desired an immediate confession. The poor man could not make any, on which he ordered the police constable to shoot him, who answered, Not I really, Sir.

"Then give me your gun-on your knees villain—I give you but two minutes to pray! The man fell on his knees, and prayed for mercy. The constable and other gentlemen interfered; but the parson directly shot his victim, and left him there.

"A coronor's inquest found a verdict; and the grand jury of the county of Longford, found a true bill for wilful murder;

and yet there has been no trial; and Parson Mis still at large, and no doubt ready to continue the system of murder, burning and transporting, for the sake of religion and good government. (See Beauties of the PRESS, p. 459.)

WALKING-GALLOWS.

"A Lieutenant, well known by the name of the Walking Gallows, at the head of a party of the Wicklow regiment, marched to a place called Gardenstown, in Westmeath.They went to the house of an old man named Carroll, of seventy years and upwards, and asked for arms; and having promised protection and indemnity, the old man delivered up to this monster three guns, which he no sooner received, than he, with his own hands, shot the old man through the heart, and then had his sons (two young men) butchered ;— burned and destroyed their house, corn, hay-and in short, whatever property they possessed. The wife and child of one of the sons were enclosed in the house, when set fire to, and would have been burned, had not one of the soldiers begged their lives from the officer; but on condition that if the bitch (using his own words) made the least noise, they should share the same fate as the rest of the family. This bloody transaction happened about two o'clock on Monday morning the 19th of June, 1797. He pressed a car, on which the three bodies were thrown; and from thence went to a village called Moyvore, took in custody three men, named Henry Smith, John Smith, and Michael Murray, under pretence of their being United Irishmen ; and having tied them to the car on which the mangled bodies of the Carroll's were placed, they were marched about three miles, possing in the blood of their murdered neighbours, and at three o'clock on the same day were shot on the fair green of Ballymore; and so universal was the panic, that a man could not be procured to inter the six dead bodies:-the sad office was obliged to be done by women. The lieutenant, on the morning of this

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