No Irish were permitted to live in the city, nor within three miles of it.

If it were only properly inhabited by English, it might have a more hopeful gain by trade than when it was in the hands of the Irish that lived there.

There never was a better opportunity of undertaking a plantation and settling manufacturers there than the present, and they suggested that it might become another Derry.'[1] [Footnote 1: The Cromwellian Settlement.] Some writers, sickened with the state of things in Ireland, and impatient of the inaction of our rulers, and of the tedious forms of constitutional government, have exclaimed: 'Oh for one day of Oliver Cromwell!' Well, Ireland had him and his worthy officers for many years.

They had opportunities, which never can be hoped for again, of rooting out the Irish and their religion.

'_Thorough_' was their word.
They dared everything, and shrunk from no consequences.