when the carriage stopped, that here it was customary to dine, and there to breakfast. No gentle spell now welcomed him to his homejoy and hope had fled together. No longer did he hasten to meet a parent, enjoying the freedom and comfort of a British hearth-a captive would embrace him, and his destination was a prison!

On board the packet, his apathy remained unaltered-he crept in silence to his berth, and, regardless of the proximity of his once-loved country, the custom-house officers had searched the luggage, and examined the passengers, before he appeared to be aware that the voyage was at an end.

It was on the evening of the 19th of May, (long will it be recollected in Ireland,) that Henry O'Hara stepped upon the Pigeon-house Wharf. Every thing around him bespoke danger and alarm-the barrier gates were closed, their guards doubled, and the cannon, trained upon the long causeway which connects that fortress with the city, were ready, at a moment's notice, to sweep it with a murderous fire. Nor were these precautionary appearances confined

to this place of strength. On entering Dublin, he perceived the Yeomanry assembling at their alarm posts-cavalry patroles were riding through the streets, and all was bustle and apprehension.

On reaching the hotel, he was surprised to find it totally deserted, and he learned from a person placed in charge of the house, that the landlord had been arrested for treason, and his family had left the place-at the same time he gave him a little billet, and mentioned that he had been charged by the person who had brought it, and who had, for the last few days, been incessantly inquiring for him, to deliver it without delay. O'Hara broke the seal-the hand-writing was Lord Edward's, and only contained these words-"Go to the theatre the evening you arrive-in the undress circle on the left side a friend will meet you." Without a moment's delay, having consigned his luggage to the keeper's care, Henry proceeded to the place appointed.

The roll of distant carriages, and a very unusual bustle, announced that the fashionable world were on the alert, and on turning into

Crow-street, the Viceroy, splendidly attended, drove up. His escort was numerous, and the flagged ways from Dame-street to the theatre were lined on either side by grenadiers and yeomanry. This unusual military display might answer the double purposes of state and safety, and in these perilous times was not noticed; but the interior of the house presented a scene which could not be mistaken. The lobbies and saloon were crowded with soldiery and police, and the air of the audience indicated alarm and discomfort. O'Hara had little time to speculate on appearances, for he had scarcely been seated in the box, when a paper was placed within his hand by a person unknown, who retired without speaking a word. It was the same handwriting as the former note, and even more laconic Murphy's, Feather Merchant, No. Thomas-street-tear this, and hasten

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On leaving the house, Henry remarked that the military made way for him as he passed, and a sentinel carried arms. For the first time he perceived he wore a coat different from his own; it was an officer's undress blue frock,

which in the confusion of parting at the Salopian, had been forgotten by his friend O'Kelly.

Having obtained a hackney coach, he gave necessary directions to be conveyed to the place appointed.

It was twilight when he reached the narrow street called Skinner-row, which enters into Thomas-street. A string of job carriages was passing at the time, which Henry supposed to be a funeral, and falling into line (it being impossible to pass from the narrowness of the pavé) proceeded as a part of the procession. Suddenly the cavalcade started at a rapid pace, and finding himself at the place described, O'Hara left his coach to seek the Feather Merchant's.

Proceeding up the street, the carriages, whose unequal mode of travelling had awakened his curiosity, drew up, and from each a number of men, dressed in blue coats, issued, and acting evidently on a preconcerted plan, some of them surrounded a particular house, while the rest rushed in. Henry quickened his steps, and was soon at the scene of action. It was apparent that something important was going

forward. He entered the shop-it was the Feather Merchant's-all in the house was confusion and dismay-women screamed-men's voices were loud and hurried, and above them was a struggle, wrestling of feet, a shriek, a groan, and something fell heavily. O'Hara easily comprehended the business—it was undoubtedly the arrest of Lord Edward-he rushed forward to the stairs-they were crowded with armed men-again there was a struggle hearda flash, and report of fire arms succeeded; voices exclaimed "Hold him down-secure him," and a man coming hastily to the landing, called "Hawkins, send quickly for Durton. and the guard." Several persons hurried down stairs, and O'Hara, pushing past others, entered the chamber above.

The scene was dreadful, and there was still sufficient light to view it. Two men, apparently mortally wounded, were lying on the floor, and Lord Edward, undressed, incapable of motion, and covered with blood, was stretched upon the bed on which he had been sleeping when surprised; several military-looking men surrounded the bed, either to secure or support him. One,