The memory of past defeats, the habit of daily enduring insult and oppression, had cowed the spirit of the unhappy nation.

There were indeed Irish Roman Catholics of great ability, energy and ambition; but they were to be found every where except in Ireland, at Versailles and at Saint Ildefonso, in the armies of Frederic and in the armies of Maria Theresa.

One exile became a Marshal of France.

Another became Prime Minister of Spain.

If he had staid in his native land he would have been regarded as an inferior by all the ignorant and worthless squireens who drank the glorious and immortal memory.