There was but one of any importance, the success of the commencement; and that seemed beyond all question if, as I hoped, the neighbourhood of Carrick-on-Suir were selected.

As I approached that town in the grey of morning, and the past and the future in burning recollection thronged on my brain, I envied the destiny which God had awarded to its inhabitants, in breaking the first link of the slavery of nearly twenty generations.

This, alas, was a dream.

The people of Carrick had already, with shrinking hand, marred their own immortal lot.
Arriving at the house of John O'Mahony, one of the truest of living Irishmen, I heard what follows.

On the previous day Messrs.