rdoned, and of 41 whose sentences he
commuted in the gaol of our own city, 13 were re-committed,
and of these no fewer than 10 were in due time transported.
One of the latter, Mary Lynch, was subsequently five times
committed, and at last transported; Jeremiah Twomey, _alias_
Old Lock, was subsequently six times committed, and finally
transported, while two others were twice committed. These
are a specimen of the persons whom his lordship delighted to
honour. Of the whole 57 (who were liberated between January,
1835, and April, 1839), there were, at the time of their
sentences being commuted, or themselves discharged, 34 under
sentence of transportation, and two under sentence of death.
In the county gaol, 47 prisoners experienced the benefit of
viceregal liberality. Of these 18 had been under sentence of
transportation, 11 of them for life; but how many of them it
became the duty of the government to introduce a second or
third time to the notice of the judge, or what was their
ultimate destiny, we are, unfortunately, not informed. The
recorder, we observe, passed sentence of transportation
yesterday on a fellow named Corkery, who had some years ago
been similarly sentenced by one of the judges, but for whose
release his worship was unable to account. The explanation,
however, is easy. Corkery was one of the scoundrels
liberated by Lord Normanby, and he has since been living on
the plunder of the citizens, on whom that vain and visionary
viceroy so inconsiderately let him loose."

Now I detest figures, and, therefore, I won't venture to dispute the
man's arithmetic about the "ten in due time transported," nor Corkery,
nor Mary Lynch, nor any of them.

I take the facts on his own showing, and I ground upon them the most
triumphant defence of the calumniated viceroy. What was it, I ask, but
the very prescience of the lord lieutenant we praise in the act? He
liberated a gaol full of ruffians, not to inundate the world with a
host of felons and vagabonds, but, simply, to give them a kind of
day-rule.

"Let them loose," cried my lord; "take the irons off--devil a long
they'll be free. Mark my words, that fellow will murder some one else
before long. Thank you, Mary Lynch, it is a real pleasure to me to
restore you to liberty;" and then, _sotto_, "you'll have a voyage out,
nevertheless, I see that