They were the terror of every Protestant innkeeper; for, from the moment when they came under his roof, they ate and drank every thing: they paid for nothing; and by their rude swaggering they scared more respectable guests from his door, [120] Such was the state of Ireland when the Prince of Orange landed at Torbay.

From that time every packet which arrived at Dublin brought tidings, such as could not but increase the mutual fear and loathing of the hostile races.

The colonist, who, after long enjoying and abusing power, had now tasted for a moment the bitterness of servitude, the native, who, having drunk to the dregs all the bitterness of servitude, had at length for a moment enjoyed and abused power, were alike sensible that a great crisis, a crisis like that of 1641, was at hand.

The majority impatiently expected Phelim O'Neil to revive in Tyrconnel.

The minority saw in William a second Over.
On which side the first blow was struck was a question which Williamites and Jacobites afterwards debated with much asperity.