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one beam of hope to my frantic imagination-You are the only person who has it in her power to remove never-ending misery from a wretched individual, to cheer the afflicted heart, and give comfort and consolation to her that was ready to perish. Suffer me to assure you that he is innocent of the crime for which he is under sentence of death-0 cruel sentence! that will, without your interference, tear me from my

husband, and rob my five poor little unoffending children of their father; the best of fathers, the kindest and dearest that ever lived—They join in solicitations for his life ; their innocent, fervent, grateful prayers will rise as a memorial before the throne of God; their lisping tongues shall be taught, with unceasing gratitude, to bless and adore the noble, generous, exalted character of their benefactress, the revered and loved Countess of Camden; how will that name be imprinted on their very souls, never to be effaced ! -Forgive my importunity—the life of my husband, the father of my children's life is at stake-Despair has almost made me mad—I call on you to exert yourself to save his life; thy God will reward thee, thy country thank thee, his children will bless thee, if thou grantest my petition; and when length of years and increase of honour shall make thee tired of earthly joys, and the curtain of death gently close around thy bed, may the angels of God descend and take care that the last

human existence shall not receive one rude blast to hasten its extinctionAt that awful period, may the recollection of your successful interference, added to the prospect of your future felici. ty

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On the evening preceding the day fixed for the execution, a messenger arrived from the castle to the high sheriff. It was now considered as a matter of certainty, that he was the messenger

but when, on the contrary, it was known that lie had brought orders for immediate execution, the effect produced upon the anxious public is much more easily imagined than described,

of mercy;

On Saturday morning, the 14th of October, he was brought out from the gaol, in which he had consumed the last year of his existence : and though his complexion was somewhat altered from the glow of health which it formerly wore, the more than ordinary comeliness of his countenance still remained. His stature was fully six feet, and his person graceful. The character he had borne amongst his neighbours confirmed a favourable impression of him, for he was beloved by all; and in the relations of private life, as a father and a husband, his conduct was amiable and exemplary.

When he understood that he was to be indulged in a postchaise to convey him to the place of execution, being apprehensive that he might have soldiers for his companions, he seemed more desirous to walk, in order to enjoy the company of the two clergymen, Mr. Stavely and Mr. Hill, whom he had requested to attend him; but these gentlemen being permitted to go with him in the carriage, he arrived at the place of execution about one o'clock, escorted by a very strong military guard, composed of horse, foot, and artillery, detached from different regiments in Belfast and Carrickfergus. At the place of execution, the infantry were drawn up in a triangular form round the gallows, on the outside of which the cavalry continued to move, whilst, at some little distance, two fieldpieces were planted. After employing some time in prayer, he sung a few verses of the 23d psalm, and seemed to dwell upon the 4th verse

“ Yea, tho' I walk in death's dark vale,

“ Yet will I fear no ill," &c.

And these words from 1st Corinthians, chap. xiv.

“ So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortality shall have put on immortality, then shall VoL, I.


be brought to pass the saying, “ Death is swallowed up in Victory.”

« O Death, where is thy sting ?-O Grave, where is thy victory ?”

He then addressed all who stood rear, as well his friends as the military, officers and privates, who crowded round him, and loudly and ardently declared his innocence, the falsehood of the prosecutor, and also of a newspaper publication, stating that he had acknowledged the justice of his sentence, and confessed his guilt. To guide against future calumnies, when he should be no longer in this world to contradict them, he had procured a few printed copies of a just and true declaration, the original of which, in his own writing, he had deposited in the hands of the Rev. John Savage, the clergyman who had attended him in gaol, during that period when he found it necessary to prepare himself for eternity. He then distributed a considerable number of the printed papers, remonstrating calmly with those who seemed eager to snatch away too many, and observing, that by dividing them equally, there would be enough to satisfy the curiosity of all. He then shook hands with his friends, took leave of the two clergymen who attended him, and mounted the scaffold with a firm step; and after the executioner had put the tope about his neck, and when he awaited only the last fatal movement, he gave a preconcerted signal with his handkerchief; and here, for the first time, he discovered some appearance of indignation, exclaiming, “ I am no traitor-I am persecuted for a persecuted country. Great Jehovah, receive my soul. die in the true faith of a presbyterian.”


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« Carrickfergus, Saturday Morning. My dear Wife, « I now think proper to mention the grounds of my present encouragement, under the apprehension of shortly appearing before my merciful God and Redeemer—My entire innocence of the crime I am charged with—Secondly, a wellfounded hope of meeting a merciful God-Thirdly, a firm confidence that that God will be a husband to you and a father to your little children, whom I do recommend to his divine care and protection. And my last request is, that you will train them up in the knowledge of that religion which is the ground of my present comfort, and the foundation of that happiness, which, I trust, I shall enjoy on that day when we must all appear before the Great Judge-Farewell my dear wife, farewell.



AT a court of oyer and terminer, and general gaol delivery, held for the county of the city of Dublin, before Mr. Justice Downes, on the 22d of December, 1797, Peter Finerty was brought to the bar, and tried on an indictment (drawn in the usual form) charging him with being the printer and publisher of the following false, scandalous, and libellous letter, addressed to Earl Camden:

The Press, Thursday, 26th Oct. 1797.



My Lord,

! address your excellency on a subject as awful and interes, og, as any that hath engaged the feelings of this suffering country. The oppression of an individual leads to the oppression of every member in the state, as his death, however specially palliated by forms, may lead to the death of the constitution. Your lordship already anticipates me; and your conscience has told you, that I allude to the circumstance of Mr. Orr, whose case every man has now made his own, by discovering the principle on which Mr. Pitt sent you to execute his orders in Ireland.

The death of Mr. Orr the nation has pronounced one of the most sanguinary and savage acts that has disgraced the laws. In perjury, did you not hear, my lord, the verdict

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