We have never known, and can but faintly conceive, the feelings of a nation doomed to see constantly in all its public places the monuments of its subjugation.

Such monuments every where met the eye of the Irish Roman Catholics.

In front of the Senate House of their country, they saw the statue of their conqueror.

If they entered, they saw the walls tapestried with the defeats of their fathers.

At length, after a hundred years of servitude, endured without one vigorous or combined struggle for emancipation, the French revolution awakened a wild hope in the bosoms of the oppressed.