It was the solitary Republican of the United Irish day, Robert Holmes, coming to discharge his last duty to the great Republican of a younger century.
The applause of the galleries was hushed by the crier's voice--"Silence! take off your hats"; and on the right stalked in the gaunt figure of James Henry Monahan.

Triumph, animosity and fear marked his night-bird face.

Even yet it was hoped the great opponent of his "government," whom by rascality alone he could convict, would strike his colours, and sue for mercy.

Even yet it was feared that a rescue would be attempted.

How possible the former was, the reader may judge.