ge; she asked for what
purpose. He replied, that she must go with them; she entreated him
to permit her to remain where she was, and that her carriage and
horses were at his service; he for some time denied her request: but
falling on her knees to supplicate him, he told her she might
stay:--He then withdrew, but immediately a great common fellow came
in, seized her by the arm, dragged her to the door, and desired some
men to lift her upon a horse, which had been provided for her, as
some wounded men were to be put into the carriage. Mrs. Tyrrell's
alarm now became excessive--she looked round for the person, who
had consented to let her remain in the cabin, and getting her arms
round him reminded him of his promise. He acknowledged his
engagement, but confessed he had not power to perform it--that she
must go with them, but would be accomodated with her own carriage.
Three or four men then thrust her into the carriage, which moved on,
attended by an immense body of people, and a great number of
officers. When they had proceeded about a mile, the carriage was
stopped and entered by Col. _Perry_, who said, he was fatigued.
Mrs. Tyrrell endeavoured to prevail upon him to let her go--but in
vain--she told him, she would use all her influence for his
advantage, if ever she had an oportunity--He answered, that the
Yeomen had taken a general officer, at Clonard, and that she must
remain a Prisoner till his fate was known.--After some time,
the carriage was stopped again, and a fellow came in, who told
Col. _Perry_, _he_ had a right to it, as he had taken it, and tho'
quite a common fellow, _Perry_ had not power to prevent him.
Mrs. _Tyrrell_ then applied to this man for protection; he answered,
that she could not obtain her liberty. She was now reduced to all the
anguish of despair, when a gleam of hope suddenly darted across her
mind, upon seeing a man riding beside the carriage whose countenance
was perfectly familiar--This was one _Kearns_, a popish priest, who
had been for some time a curate in the neighbourhood of Clonard, and
had always been received in Mr. Tyrrell's house, with the respect
due to his clerical function, and the hospitality of an Irish
gentleman. Upon meeting a man, who had feasted for weeks together at
her table, and a clergyman too! she thought herself secure and
implored his protection:--He coldly answered--"O, yes, Madam"--But
with all the base and black ingratitude of a sullen and unfeeling
heart, i