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Preface.

A VISIT to Ireland in the summer of 1847 won my heart for that country and people. Vague impressions of the fierce rebellion of 1798, and especially the fate of Robert Emmet, drew my thoughts to that portion of her history. But it was not until I came to know the families of the Irish exiles in New York that I learned the particulars of that eventful struggle.

The subject was new to me, and perhaps will be to many. If I mistake not, the history of Ireland is not generally known. Many who are well read on every part of English, and even of Scottish history, seem little informed on that of the sister island. The border wars between England and Scotland have been invested with every charm of poetry and romance, while the far longer and deadlier resistance of the Irish to their conquerors, fills but a paragraph in the general history of Britain. It is hardly remembered that Ireland was once a distinct nation, and that she has a separate history. Of these civil wars that of 1798 was the last, and possesses the freshest interest.

The novelty of the story-the distinguished actors who

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figured in it-and the tragical fate which so often terminated the career of the young and the brave-riveted my attention, and led me to think that a connected narrative of these events might possess interest to others.

The struggle for Irish independence-which began during the American war, and closed with the Union in 1800-is one of the most remarkable passages of modern history. It has been thrown into the shade by the cotemporary French Revolution. But the war of factions, and the Rebellion, in Ireland, was one in that series of convulsions which then agitated Europe. It has all the interest of a great battle for liberty. It was a contest carried on for more than twenty years between the passion for freedom on one hand, and arbitrary power on the other, a contest finally ending in civil war. It was a period of military atrocities-yet resisted and set in contrast by individual heroism and popular enthusiasm-by eloquence in debate and courage in the field-a period, in short, like all revolutionary epochs, distinguished by great virtues and great crimes. The spectacle is full of excitement—a nation rising from the torpor of ages, and "shouting to the earth”—the old chieftains, that have long held the fortress of power, alarmed and training their guns on the advancing masses-the people defeated and driven back, yet returning with new vigor to the conflict. The events are all closely connected, and are in continual progress. They succeed each other regularly like the acts of a drama. The interest heightens at every succeeding act. We shall see how a peaceful movement for reform grew into an agitation for revolution; how an open political association

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darkened into a secret conspiracy; how entreaties spurned changed to angry menaces, and threats ended in blood. The whole has its catastrophe in the rebellion of 1798.

The progress of this story brings into view every variety of incident. Now armed battalions move across the field in brilliant array-and now we follow peasants in their hiding-places among the hills. At one moment we are in the heat of battle—and then alone on the field at night, listening to the wail of a mother over her son. Now the narrative leads us to the floor of Parliament, watching till midnight the stormy debate-then to the court-room, where the young and ardent patriot is on trial for his life and next we see him, attended by soldiers, marching to the place of execution with slow step and muffled drum.

There is not a passion of our nature which is not awakened in reading this history-pity, grief, indignation; anger at the treachery of some, admiration at the fidelity of others. The melancholy fate of so many brave men, the sufferings and courage of the peasantry, the pathetic eloquence of the Irish orators-all lend a painful interest to the events we have to relate.

It is a sad story. Yet we are fascinated even in these dark scenes by traits of the Irish character, which constantly break through the adversities of their condition,

"Like skies that rain and lighten,"

by incessant flashes covering the darkened heaven with brightness. The record of so much suffering is relieved by the mixture of much that is honorable to our nature.

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