pages, at one moment at a dead stand, and at the next, with rapid motion jerking themselves into the vacancy occasioned by the last setdown. Nor were we permitted to look on with impunity. Pickpockets were on the alert, while, now and again, a grenadier, with a charged bayonet, and Stand back, blast yees," made an awful irruption into our terrorstruck squares. Last week I read among the list of presentations, the names of Mrs. Henry Rourke, and Mrs. T. P. Reilly. Often have they gazed from these arms, till they ached, on passing peers and peeresses. The former was Julia Dunlary: the latter, Matilda Henrietta Flin.

Will another story be tolerated? I hate apologies, so I shall give it without any. I wanted stockings, (by, the by, my washerwoman accuses me of great severity on the heel,) and had recourse to an eminent hosier's to refit. It was dusk, and all the neighbouring shops were closing. I hate haggling with a shop-keeper: the bargain was soon concluded, the stockings in paper,-and my onepound-note undergoing a severe scrutiny on

the counter.

"Mat!" cried a shrill voice

from the farther end of the shop. Matthew

started. "Mat, my dear!"

Matthew be

came more composed.

"Send James to the

row for our carriage,-Sir Thomas's coach is at the door, and his shutters on this half hour,-don't mind the pickle people,-ever since his wife was persented, she makes it a rule to be an hour later than the world. Ah, Mat! if you took the right side in the hall, I would have been interduced long ago." The truth is, Mat is a common council-man, but having a bad drop in him, (his grandmother was a papist,) he did not roar, with the remainder, against the Roman bill,-and I can assure the hosier's lady, that she will never, in the drawing-room of Dublin Castle, elbow Mrs. Nelligan, of the pickle warehouse, unless the aforesaid Mat entertains more orthodox sentiments of the damnable doctrines of Pope and Popery!

CHAPTER VIII.

That Lord Fitzwilliam's viceroyalty would have banished all discontent I cannot suppose; but, that if the Catholic claims had been settled, or some parliamentary reform taken place, rebellion would not have reared its head, I am willing to believe.

Hardy's Life of Charlemont.

RETIRED from the busier scenes of former life, O'Hara watched in its progress the arduous struggle for freedom beyond the Atlantic, until the consummation of the hopes and independence of America was achieved by those whom oppression had determined to be free. The insane policy of ministers was persevered in till all their misconduct could effect was completed; they severed the colonies from the parentraised a mighty power into political existence, which, had common moderation been granted to their supplication, would have been contented to have remained auxiliary and dependent,-and

taught a lesson of liberty to the world, which often afterwards made monarchy tremble on the throne.

In this contest for freedom, glorious in its issue, O'Hara had to lament the fall of many of his former companions in arms; and in the last effort made by the royal army to relieve itself from the miserable dilemma into which the ability of the American leaders had drawn it, before safety was secured by an unavoidable surrender, Malowney and M'Greggor fell. The Highlander, by exemplary conduct, had attained the rank of captain; and Malowney's luck, as he termed it, having carried him in safety through many a bloody conflict, at length deserted him, when in the command of the fortyseventh regiment, to which he had pushed his way by dint of sheer fighting, without owing a single compliment to either duke or minister. He made his exit from the stage of life in the most summary manner, in an attempt to force the American lines at Saratoga. A bullet in the brain to many would not have been particularly desirable, but honest Dennis was no man for round-about measures, and probably felt

this mode of bidding

"his long good night"

just as agreeable as in having his last sands eked out under the cautious directions of a regular physician. He fell not in victory, but the attempt was well planned and boldly executed; and, like Montgomery dying before the barriers of Quebec, even in death and defeat he left a gallant name behind him.

The death of Mrs. O'Hara in 1786, seemed to be the opening of her husband's misfortunes, and from that time his destinies became gradually overcast. The precarious health of his lamented consort had for years before her death precluded any close intimacy from subsisting between Castle Carra and the gayer world. The remote situation of the mansion rendered distant visiting impracticable to an invalid; but the high crime of inhospitality (a grievous sin amongst the Irish) did not attach its stigma to its hall. The castle was not without visiters, and as O'Hara took a leading part in the politics of these times, many names, afterwards fatally distinguished in the field and on the scaffold, were found among his intimates. Lord Edward Fitzstephen, Wolfe, Russell, O'Moore,