he would sooner lay that head upon the block than violate his solemn engagements to uphold the British constitution in the integrity of its Protestant character. Dark, sad, heart-rending were the reverses over which my mind rapidly glanced, since the Lord took from us "the chariot of Israel and the horsemen thereof;" and never shall I forget the suitableness of the discourse addressed to us by the pious and highly-gifted young minister, who, in opening the nature of that sin which caused a terrible judgment to swallow up and consume the rebellious murmurers against the delegated authority of Moses and Aaron, impressed on us a lesson of loyal submission to our queen, of devoted attachment to our Church, for which I hope often to bless the God who sent that message by the mouth of his servant.

Hereto do these devoted men both labour and suffer affliction. The Church that has been shorn of her bishoprics, defrauded of her dues, and in every possible way discouraged, curtailed and oppressed by legislative enactments, is pre-eminently the Church that most rigidly enforces on every one of her members, not the mere letter alone, but the pure pervading spirit of obedience to rulers, and respect for the laws. I could not look around on the disfiguring appendages that made the place appear so forlorn, without deriving

some satisfaction from the thought that the Church was so defaced in order to repair the fabric and enlarge its accommodations. Thus may it prove with the Establishment of which it forms a part! So long as her teachers remain at their posts, and her congregations assemble to worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, undeterred by the forbidding aspect of the times, we need not fear: dilapidated, she will yet attain to greater perfection and beauty; consumed, she will arise with phoenix life and lustre from her ashes. So be it!

To the hospitable glebe of Templeshanbo I bade a reluctant farewell, and proceeded to the town of Enniscorthy, of which I had before only a transient view. This spot, so fearfully memorable in the page of modern history, was attacked by the rebels, but so gallantly defended by the garrison, that they were beaten off after a dreadful conflict carried on in every street. The royalists were, however, compelled to retreat afterwards, by the disaffected inhabitants igniting their own dwellings, and firing on them from amid the flames. When this important post was carried, the rebels, to the number of ten thousand men, encamped on Vinegar Hill. They were commanded by a priest, as was usual; and from ten to twenty of their clergy daily said mass among them, exhorting them to

more strenuous efforts for the extirpation of heresy.

Vinegar Hill is in fact a mountain, which rises above the town with a very gradual slope, until you approach the summit, when it becomes so abrupt as to require considerable effort in ascending. The lower part is covered with a short coarse grass, heather, and such vegetation as generally bespeaks a harsh, dry soil: the crest, however, is remarkable, being a perfect ridge of rock, diversified only with a variety of mosses, that, springing up in irregular crossed lines, give it the appearance of being paved. The footing is slippery and uncomfortable; but the thrilling interest attached to the scene, and the striking view stretching below, would have rivetted me there while daylight lasted. To the right of this long ridge, which, facing the town, afforded a cover for the rebel battery, the hill rises to a conical form, the rocks and moss giving place to a ranker species of vegetation than elsewhere. The heart sickens while imagination traces the origin of this fertility, for here stands the shell of the old windmill, a strong brick building, used as a prison for the victims captured in the town, who were daily dragged forth, as vengeance, policy, or caprice directed, and within a few yards of the windmill piked or

shot. Their offence was Protestantism. Here, in the space of three weeks, upwards of five hundred individuals-men of property, clergymen, merchants, farmers, labourers, and mechanicswere deliberately massacred in cold blood, and the greater number of their mangled remains buried where I then stood to trace the lines of march by which General Lake's army advanced on the rebel camp, and in a desperate battle routed them. With that action terminated the rebellion of 1798.

Not a man, scarcely, of the wretched people would have escaped; but General Needham, either from a real oversight, mishap, or, as some think, from a desire to spare the farther effusion of blood in this unnatural warfare, omitted to rendezvous by the path assigned to him in sufficient time to intercept the fugitives, who thus escaped by that unoccupied road. No one, at all accustomed to take an interest in military operations, could look out from the crown of Vinegar Hill, and fail to comprehend the different movements, as described by my companions. I was well versed in the details, from a long and intimate acquaintance with Musgrave's History, from which I have drawn information that I would not have sought on the spot. For, while opening these painful wounds, never yet properly healed, in the hope of attracting the notice of some who not being aware

of the patient's actual state will not look for or accept an adequate remedy, I am most careful not to rekindle in the bosoms of those around me feelings and resentments that must, in this locality, partake too much of individual wrong to be safely awakened. If I did not believe that rebellion was at this moment spreading and ripening for a more terrible outbreak than before-if I did not know that past experience alone can yield a lesson for the probable future,-I would never stain my paper with a recurrence to that terrible lesson so deeply imprinted, so soon obliterated from the minds of our rulers.

Nearly at the foot of the hill stands the glebe, rebuilt from its ruins. On the occasion referred to it was burnt, and the Rev. Mr. Burrowes, the incumbent, barbarously murdered. It has now come into the possession of one whose heart's desire it is to pour the oil and wine of Christian love into the gashes of his poor country. With him I visited the schools under his immediate superintendence; and a more refreshing cordial could not have been afforded to the mind, so painfully excited by contemplating the memorials of civil war—or rather of religious war, for so in the strictest sense it was. Just where the first swell of the ground warns you that you are upon the ascent to Vinegar Hill, stands a most substantial