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Earn medstire of compassion which you will show to the trespaaeed of those who have sinned against yourselves. Do not persecute iliese poor people : don't throw their children upon the public road, and send them forth to starve, to shiver, and to die. For God's sake, Mr. Fitza gerald, as you are a gentleman and a man of honour, interpose your influence with your friends, and redeem your pledge. I address myself personally to you. On the first day of the election you declared that you would de recate persecution, and that you were the last to wish Shiat vindictive measures should be employed. I believe you—and I

all upon you to redeem that pledge of mercy, to perform that great moral promise. You will cover yourself with honour by so doing, in the same way that you will share in the ignominy that will attend upon any expedients of rigour. Before you leave this country to assume your bigh functions, enjoin your friends with that eloquence of which you are the master, to refrain from cruelty and not to oppress their tenants. Tell them, Sir, that instead of busying themselves in the worthless occupation of revenge, it is much fitter that they should take the political condition of their country into their deep consideration, Tell them that they should address themselves to the legislature, and implore a remedy for these frightful evils Tell them to call upon the men, in whose ha.ds the destiny of this great empire is placed to adept a system of peace, and to apply to Ireland the great canou of political morality--pacis imponere morem. Let it not be imagined that any measure of disfranchisement, that any additional penalty, will afford a remedy; Things have been permitted to advance to a height from which they cannot recede. Protestants, awake to a sense of yrur cone dition. What have you seen during this election ? Enough to make you feel that it is not a mere local excitation, but that seven millions of Irish people are completely arraved and organized. That which you behold in Clare, you would behold, under similar circumstances in erery county in the kingdom. Did you mark our discipline, our suborsination, our good order, and that tranquillity, which is formidable indeed? You have seen sixty thousand men under our command, and not a band was raised, and not a forbidden word was uttered in that arrazing multitude. You have beheld an example of our power in the almost niraculous zobriety of the people. Their lips have not touched that infuriating beverage to which they are so much attached, and their habitual propensity vanished at our command. Is it meet and wise to leare us armed with such a dominion ? Trust us not with it ; strip us of this appalling power; disarray us by equality: instead of angry slavee take us contented citizens; if you do not, tremble for the result.

CLONMEL AGGREGATE MEETING.

STTECH MADE AT AN AGGREGATE MEETING IN CLONMEL D'URING THE

ASSIZES.

The assizes held for this, the great county of Tipperary, exlıibit a deplorable spectacle of turbulence and of guilt. I consider it to be my duty to address to this inimense assembly, composed of several thousands, and comprehending a vast body of the peasantry, some wellmeant advice. You are well aware that in the course which I have adopted, I have not displayed a pusillanimous spirit, and that I am deeply. sensible of the wrongs which are inflicted upou my country. What I shall say, therefore, in the shape of strong reproof, will lie taken in good part. I tell you undisguisedly, that although I consider the government to have adopted unavailing and inapplicable means for the restoration of tranquillity, yet that I look upon the crimes committed amongst you with dismay. What have I not witnessed in the course of the few days which the assizes have occupied! What a stain have those crimes left upon the character of your country! Look at the murder of the Sheas-look at the midnight conflagration in which eighteen of your fellow.creatures perished, and tell me if there be anything in the records of horror by which that accursed deed has been excelled! In that night which stands without a parallel—a child was born in fire-transferred from the womb to flames, kindled by fiends, who exulted round the furnace with whose roaring the shrieks of agony were mingled ! What must have been the pains of that delivery ir which a mother felt the infant that was clasped against her bosom consumed by the fires with which she was surrounded! The mother way found dead near a tub of water, in which she had plunged her infant, and the child was discovered with its skull burned off, while the rest of the limbs were preserved by the water in which the expiring parent had striven in the united pains of death and child-birth to preserve it. With what exclamation shall we give vent to the emotions which are awakened by the recital of that which you tremble to hear, and which there were human beings found who were not afraid to do! We can but lift up our hands to the God of justice, and ask hini why he has invested us with the same forms as the wretches, who did that unexampled murder. Although accompanied by circumstances of inferior ter

the recent assassination of Barry belongs to the same class of guilt. A body of men, at the close of day, enter a peaceful habitation, on the Sabbath, and regardless of the cries of a frantic woman, who, graspe ing one of the murderers, desired him “ to think of God, and of the olessed night, and to spare the father of her eight children,” dragged bim forth, and when he “ offered to give up the ground tilled and untilled, if they spared him his life," answered with a yell of ferocious irony, and telling him “he should have ground enough,” plunged their bayonets into his heart! An awful spectacle was presented on the trial of the wretched individuals who were convicted of the assassi

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sation. At one extremity of the bar stood a boy, with a hlooning face, und with down on his cheek, and at the other an old man, in the close of life, with a haggard look, and a deeply furrowed countenance, with his head covered with hoary and dishevelled hair. However remote the periods of their birth, they met not, indeed, in the same grave, (for they are without a tomb,) but on the same scaffold together. In describing the frightful scene, it is consoling to find that you share with me in the unqualified detestation which I have expressed ; and I am convinced that it is unnecessary to address to you any further observation on the subject. But I must call your attention to another trial that of the Hogans, which affords a melancholy lesson. The trial was connected with the baneful practice of avenging the affronts offered to individuals, by enlisting whole clans, who wage an actual war, aud fight sanguinary battles whenever they encounter. I am very far from saying that the deaths which occur in these barbarous combats are to be compared with the guilt of preconcerted assassination, but that they are accompanied with deep criminality, there can be 10 question, an. the system which produces them is as much marked with absurdity as it is deserving of condemnation. In this country a man who chances to receive a blow, instead of going to a magistrate to swear informations, lodges a complaint with his clan, who enter into a compact 10 avenge the insult—a reaction is produced, and an equally extensive colifederacy is formed on the other side. All this results from an indispla sition to resort to the law for protection, for amongst you it is a point of honour not to have recourse to any of the legitimate means provided for your redress. The battle waged between the Hickeys and the llogans, in which not less than five hundred men were engaged, presents in a strong light the consequences of this most strange and absurd system. Some of the Hickey party were slain in the field, and four of the Hogans were tried for the murder ; they were found guilty of manslaughter, and are to be immediately transported; three of them are married and have families, and from their wives and children are condemned to separate for ever. In my mind these unhappy men have been doomed to a fate still more disastrous than those who have perished on the scaffold. In the calamity which has befallen Matthew Hogan, of whom most of you have heard, every man in court felt a sympathy: With the exception of his having made himself a party in the feuds a his clan, he has always conducted himself with propriety. His landlord felt for him a strong regard, and exerted himself to the utmost in his behalf. He never took part in deeds of nocturnal atrocity-honest, industrious, mild, anà kindly-natured, he was seconded by the good-will of every man who was acquainted with him. His circumstances were not only comparatively good, but, when aken in reference to his con. Hition in society, were almost opulent. He rather resembled an English eoman than an Irish peasant. His appearance at the bar was in a Brigh degree impressive-tall, athletic, with a face finely formed, aut wholly free from any ferocity of expression, he attracted every eye, and excited even among his prosecutors a feeling of commiseration. ile formed a Be.arkable contrast with the ordinary class of calprits in ba?

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arc araigned in our public tribunals. So far from having guili aud
depravity stamped with want upon his countenance, its prevailing cha-
racter was indicative of gentleness. This man was convicted of man-
rlaughter; and when he heard the sentence of transportation for life,
the colou o fled from his cheek—his lips were dry and ashy-his handi
shook, and his eyes became incapable of tears. Most of you consider
transportation a light evil, and it may be so to those who have no ties
lo tasten them to their country. I can well imagine that a deportation
from this island, whicli, for most of its ini abitants, is a miserable one,
is to many a change greatly for the better. Although the Irish people
have strong local attachments, and are fond of their father's graves---
get the fine sky and the genial climate of New Holland afford many
compensations. But there can be none for Matthew Hogarı ; he is in
the prime of life—is a prosperous farmer-yet he must leave bis coun-
try for ever—he must part from all that he loves, and from all by whom
he is beloved :-his heart will burst in the separation. What a victim
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you

behold in that unfortunate man of the spirit that rages amongst you. Matthew Hogan will feel his calamity with more deep intensity; because lie is naturally sensitive and kindly nature.d. lie was proved to have saved the life of one of his antagonists in the fury of the combat, from motives of generous commiseration. One of his own kindred, in speaking to me of his fate, said he would fuel it the more, because (to use the poor man's vernacular pronunciation) “ he was so tinder.” This tenderness of nature will produce a more painful laceration of the heart, when he bids his family farewell for ever. The prison of this towu will present, on Monday next, a very afflicting spectacle. Before he ascends the vehicle which is to convey him for transportation to Cork, he will be allowed to take le..ve of his wife and children. She will cling to his bosom ; and while her arms are folded round his neck

- while she sobs, in the agony of anguish, on his breast-his children,
who used to climb his knees in playful emulation for his caresses
I will not go on with this distressing picture-your own emotions will
complete it. The pains of this poor man will not end at the threshoid
of his prison. He will be conveyed in a vessel, freighted with afiliction,
across the ocean, and will be set on the lonely and distant laud from
which he will depart no more; the thoughts of home will haunt him,
and adhere with a deadly tenacity to his heart. He will mope about ill
a deep and settled sorrow—he will have no incentive to exertion, for he
will have bidden farewell to hope. The instruments of labour will hang
idly in his hands he will go through his task without a consciou-ness
of what he is doing. Thus every day will go by, and at its close, his
sad consolation will be to stand on the shore, and fixing his eyes in that
direction in which he will have been taught that his country lies, if 11(it
in the language, he will, at least, exclaim, in the sentiments which hare:
leeu su simply and so pathetically expressed in the song of exile :-

"Lrin, my country, tho' sad and forsaken,

In dreams / revisit thy sea beaten shore;.
Buit, alas! in far foreign lands I awaken,

sud sigh for the friends that can meet me no more.

Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood,

sisters and sire did you weep for its fall?
1ere is the mother that looked on my childhood,

and where is the bosom-friend dearer than ali?"

I have dwelt, perhaps, longer than I ought to have done, upon the detaiis of this poor man's nuisfortunes; but my time has not been mis spent, nor have I abused your patience, if I have, in any degree, succeeded in making you sensible of the extent of calamity which follows the indulgence of that disastrous predilection for tumult which characterises the mass of the population. Let not what has taken place at these assizes be thrown away upon you! I implore you for your country's sake, for your own sake, to take warning from the melarcholy examples which have been presented to you—give up those guilty feuds which lead to savage bloodshed, and end in everlasting exile. You will uot blame me for the advice which I have offered you, and you may rest assured, that I have nothing but your interest at heart, and an actuated towards you by just and honourable motives. I thought it my duty to avail myself of this opportunity, to lay before you a summary of the chief incidents of which I have been a mournful witness at these assizes, and to conjure you, in the name of the highest and holiest obligations, to co-operate together in the repression and the denunciation of the previous babits, which cast such deep dishonour upon the population of this unfortunate and guilty county.

To this speech, as immediately connected with it, is annexed an account

of a trial which took place at Clonmel, at the Spring Assizes, 1828, written by Mr. Sheil, and publislied by liim, in tlie “ Sketches of the Irish Bar."

I propose to myself the useful end of fixing the general attention upon a state of things, which ought to lead all wise and good men to the consideration of the only effectual means by which the evils which result from the moral condition of the country may be remedied.

In the month of April, 1827, a gentleman of the name of Cadwick was murdered in the open day, at a place called Rath Cannon, in the immediate vicinity of the old Abbey of Holycross. Mr. Chadwick was the member of an influential family, and was employed as land agent in collecting their rents. The person who fills this office in England is called “ a steward;” but in Ireland it is designated by the more honourable name of a land agency. The discharge of the duties of this situation must be always more or less obnoxious. In times of public distress, the landlord, who is himself urged by his own creditors, urges his agent on, and the latter ir dicts upon the tenants the necessities of his employer. I have heard that Mr. Chadwick was not peculiarly rigorous in the exaction of rent, but he was singularly injudicious in his demeanour towards the lower orders. He believed that they detested ina; and possessing personal courage, bade tren defiance. He was

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