--then, and not till then, may we hope that Irish
history will, for the future, be a record of past injustice, amply
compensated for by present equity.

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FOOTNOTES:

[584] _Prospered_.--This gives an average of about eight persons to each
house. There were 22,276 inhabited houses in Dublin in 1861, and the
population was 254,480. This would leave an average of eleven persons to
each house. There are only seventy-five carpenters in _Thom's
Directory_, and sixty-four cabinet makers: if we give them an average of
ten men each in their employment, it would not give more than 680 at the
trade in all.

[585] _Own_.--_History of the United States_, p. 3. Ludlow and Hughes;
Macmillan, London, 1862. The title of this work is singularly
infelicitous, for it is merely a sketchy and not very clear account of
the late war in America.

[586] _Spirit_.--_History of the United States_, p. 7.

[587] _Policy_.--Morley's _Burke_, p. 153.

[588] _Annulled_.--_Historical and Philosophical Essays_, Senior, vol.
i. p. 197.

APPENDIX.

The letter given below, which is from the pen of a distinguished
Protestant clergyman, appears to me of such importance, that I place it
here to be a permanent record for the future historian of Ireland, as an
important opinion on the present history of this country, but too well
supported by facts.

TO ISAAC BUTT, ESQ., LL.D.

My DEAR BUTT,--If every other man in the world entertained doubts
of my sincerity, you, at least, would give me credit for honesty
and just intentions. I write to you accordingly, because my mind
has been stirred to its inmost depths by the perusal of your
address in my native city of Limerick. I do not regard the subject
of your address as a political one. It ought to be regarded solely
as a question of humanity, justice, common sense, and common
honesty. I wish my lot had never been cast in rural places. As a
clergyman, I hear what neither landlords nor agents ever heard. I
see the depression of the people; their sighs and groans are before
me. They are brought so low as often to praise and glorify those
whom, in their secret hearts, are the objects of abhorrence. All
this came out gradually before me. Nor did I feel as I ought to
have felt in their behalf, until, in my own person and purse, I
became the victim of a system of tyranny which cries from earth to
heaven