who had not taken the very fame pains to collect the account: therefore I think every exuberance or fuperfluity of anecdotes may be forgiven. If I hear or read any feve rity of criticism on what I have written with fuch exceeding hafte, I thall never trouble the world any further on the fubject: but if otherwise, I have a further interesting detail to communicate. It is concerning the state of the country fince the rebellion. My knowledge of this I have also bought very dear, at the hazard of my life! then furely it is worth thanks.

SUPPLEMENTARY POSTSCRIPT.

ALL hiftory is only a series of anecdotes recorded in a dignified style and partly connected and illuftrated by comments. From the writer who is limited to a certain very fhort time for drawing up a minute account, fcarcely connection of any kind can be hoped for. I however commit even my unconnected anecdotes of the rebellion to paper, in hopes of one day drawing up the whole in a style that may merit the name of History The following particulars, together with feveral others which I hope yet to incorporate with the general narrative, I forgot to introduce in their proper places.

Before the battle, when a rebel prifoner in a military garb happened to be carried to the fort of Duncannon, the guards at the entrance defpoiled his dress as much as poffible of the appearance of uniform.

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Early on the morning of the battle, Mr. BARTHOLOMEW CLIFFE, an eminent attorney of this town, and Mr. RICHARD ELLIOT, a gentleman of the fame profeffion, fled for safety to the RowER, where lived fome of Mr. ELLIOT's tenants, dependants and family followers to whom he had been a cordial friend. The character of Mr. CLIFFE amongst them not only as a juft but as a good man, feemed to be held in the highest estimation. With thofe people, therefore, they. thought they should most certainly be safe, even though they fhould all prove to be rebels. To them therefore, in this day of extremity they entrusted their fafety, and that of another gentleman who joined them towards the end of their journey,w pleafing himself with the hopes of fafety through their influ ence But alas! how vain were these hopes! They were all three murdered by thofe very perfons from whofe grateful exertions they hoped for protection. When Mr. ELLIOT, was going to be put to death, he said to his fofter-brother,

one Edward Kavanagh, who was standing by " Ah! Neddy! "can you without concern fee your poor Dickey murdered? "he who always loved you, and whom you always profeffed "dearly to love!" To this moving interrogatory the other anfwered "No: I will not fee you murdered; for I shall turn "my back until the job is done." And fo he did. It is neceffary to obferve here, that, when any loyalift was about to be thus tamely murdered, unless he were an approver, any rebel prefent who might wish to fave him, needed only to fay "I know that man" and the intended victim was immediately fet free. Thus, the late Mr. ALLEN Cox of Wexford, when about to be murdered on the bridge there, and finding no body that would profefs to know him, he looked wistfully. and anxiously at a little fervant boy of his, who happened to be prefent-" Jacky" fays he "fure you know me; dont you?" "No" anfwered the hard-hearted young rafcal "I dont know you at all. You gave me a good beating once, "and you shall be piked to death for it now." It would occupy much room to relate fully, the various inftances of friendship and affectionate condefcenfion with which KAVANAGH was perpetually honoured by Mr. ELLIOT. Mr. CLIFFE was lame; and therefore not able to take any part in the battle of the day, had he been fo difpofed. He was a gentleman of birth, fortune, and profeffional talents; and equally, or ftill more eminent for his many virtues; virtues which equally endeared him to rich and poor! infomuch that it is still a matter of admiration, how he could have an enemy, even amongst the most profligate and abandoned of those who had the remoteft knowledge of the very out-lines of his character!grend 651 3490

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The accounts given by the inhabitants of their refpective perils and fufferings during the battle, would of themselvess exceed the length of my narrative. I fhall however relate

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About half past eight o'clock, on the day of battle, fome of the rebels entered the house of Mr. Roache, Tanner and Shoe-maker in the Priory-ftreet. Obferving his fon, a smart, likely young man of about twenty-five years of age, they were going to put him to death; but upon further confideration defifted from their bloody purpose. Some short time after this, James Hoy of the Horfe Artillery, who was billeted at this houfe, being shot through the right leg, was carried thither and taken great care of. His boot was cut off and his leg dreffed he was then ftript; his cloaths, arms, and accoutrements concealed and himfelf conveyed into bed. He had not been long there and every appearance of blood cleaned away, when the rebels returned and began to fearch for arms. Coming to the bed where the poor foldier lay, they ftript up the bed-cloaths, and probably obferving the poor man's pale countenance, the colour of which the appearance of fuch doctors was not likely to improve, except into more ghaftlinefs, one of them fhaking his head faid," That " is a fick man; it is eafy to fee that." Meeting with Mr. Roache's mother, a woman of about ninety years of age, one of them interrogated her in their rebel cant, afking her if fbe were up, &c. But her anfwers fatisfying them that she was not in their fecret, they cruelly piked the poor helpless woman in various parts of the body, though not mortally, and then took away young Roache her grandson. They did not put him to death as they did a poor feeble gouty Proteftant whom they took away in like manner, but after the battle, hurried him off with them to CORBET-HILL. He how! ever deserted from them that very night, got lodgings in the Irish-town, and the next morning fent to the next picquet to take him prifoner. He was taken accordingly; but through the interference of a Lieutenant DREW and fome other of ficers, he was fet at liberty.

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In the battle of the PRIORY-STREET there was a private of the DONEGAL who fought with great bravery; and in the intervals of priming and loading, he prayed out aloud, calling upon God to crown his loyal endeavours with fuccefs, and to be merciful to his foul, if it were his good pleasure that he should fall. Whether this were my Donegal man or not I cannot tell.

There is in the Rofs infantry an old foldier, JOHN HANNA, aged 68. While the battle was going on at the eastern wall, he, being stationed with the rest of the corps on the bridge, he difcovered the utmost eagernefs to begin. At the report of the cannon his martial countenance brightened, and he would exclaim, "Now the enemy are falling!" But upon feeing a party of the king's troops on the retreat, he appeared like one diftracted; and no fooner did they approach the bridge, than the brave veteran, with his fire-lock attempted to stop them. Finding it in vain, he with tears in his eyes, entreated them not to turn their backs thus upon fuch an execraWe murderous enemy! They all paffed by, however, excepting a strong well-made ferjeant, whom the old man held fast t; and was the veneration of this fugitive for the zealous old foldier, that he preferred expoftulation to ftruggling." My

brave, loyal, worthy old fellow!" fays the ferjeant "what execution can I poffibly do with this halbert ?" "What would a rebel do with his pike?" fays HANNA; "Go back; go back, and put it into fome of their guts!" "Confound me but I will, my old cock! or fall myself" fays the ferjeant; and fo returned, leaving the old man to Irarrangue the reft, who by this time had arranged themfelves on the other fide of the river.

Towards the close of the battle, Counfellor Foor of Dub- Im not being in military uniform, nor willing to stay within doors while there remained any probability of his being of the leaft fervice otherwife, kept company with our yeomanry on the bridge. Obferving a rebel at some distance with a cafe

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