He was taken in a sedan to the Castle. The Lord Lieutenant gave orders that the State surgeon should instantly attend him, and sent his own secretary with a kind private message. The secretary told him besides that he was going to let Lady Edward know of what had taken place, and asked if he could take her any confidential message. The answer was merely

"No, no-thank you-nothing, nothingonly break it to her tenderly."

After some hours the prisoner was removed under a strong military guard to Newgate. There were faces among those who watched the carriage and its escort pass from the Castle to the jail, whose expression could not fail to show what were the feelings of the people.

The garrison remained under arms all that night in expectation of a rescue being attempted.

Various were the comments among our home circle when father read out the news this morning.

Lilian Trevor breathed a sigh of relief, while yet shuddering for the future.

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"One more evil spirit restrained!

But

alas what of the rest who remain, but the more enraged?

They have lost their leader," father said. "Let us hope it may weaken their hands."

"At least he can do no further mischief now, mother added, "poor infatuated

man!"

"Brave noble patriot!" cried Geraldine, overflowing with indignation.

"How I wish it had happened before I left Dublin!" exclaimed Denis, boy-like.

Kevin did not say a word. The lines on his forehead contracted, and I saw that his face went white. He gathered together some newspapers which had been directed to him and left the room.

Soon afterwards father rode off to Castlebar. He has business there, and as the distance is great he cannot be back before tomorrow afternoon.

Geraldine, Denis, and I gathered under the castle rocks and talked of the news from Dublin. Denis is a student at Trinity College where he has become a vehement upholder of the Society of Orangemen. Geraldine and

he are in consequence "at daggers drawn " on the subject of politics. For each are intolerant to any shade of opinion which happens to differ from their own particular point of view.

Geraldine never fails to tell Denis that the Orangemen are a bad bigoted set-traitors to liberty-panderers to tyrants. Denis is never backward in retorting that the Society of United Irishmen are bloodthirsty rebels who require to be crushed by strong measures," villains of the deepest dye," and that all who are in sympathy with them are the worst enemies to their country.

Mother often tries to act as a sort of " gobetween.' Of course she looks upon the principles admired by Geraldine as utterly wrong, but, unlike Denis, is willing to allow that those who act upon them may be truly sincere, while at the same time altogether mistaken.

The Orange Society she holds to be an excellent institution, but nothing—so she is always trying to impress upon Denis-nothing can injure it more than a bitter rabid party-spirit shown by any of its members

For Denis' zeal for Protestantism against Popery, and for loyalty against nationalism, is far too much that of a red-hot partyspirit than of true concern for either the one or the other.

Kevin never deigns to enter into controversy with him. He witheringly quenches every attempt on Denis' part to provoke him, by merely telling him that he talks of things of which he knows nothing, and that he is too young to have an opinion.

But Geraldine, who throws her whole soul into everything she does, or says, or thinks, cannot restrain herself from trying to convince Denis of what is right and what is wrong.

If I were to give utterance to half the sentiments Geraldine unfalteringly proclaims, I think my relations and friends would be seriously alarmed for my morals and almost suspect me of being in league with the Society of United Irishmen-but Geraldine is a sort of privileged being-she has such a serio-comic way of saying the wildest things, that no one attaches much importance to them, and few, I often think, give her credit

for meaning and feeling as much as she does.

Denis was assuring us this morning that there is a plot laid, or being laid, for seizing the college and destroying all those students who have formed themselves into a corps for self-protection and for readiness to assist in the expected disturbance. For most of the students have resisted all the attempts made to corrupt them (as Denis puts it).

One evening last February, he tells us, between twenty and thirty of his friends were sitting together when an alarm was raised outside their windows, and a challenge given them to come out if they dared. One young man, who was the first to rush out, instead of running down the stairs, fortunately took it into his head to swing himself over the banisters; he cried out to the others to stop. They found that a number of lamplighters' ladders had been sawn up and fitted across the stairs in such a manner that in the general rush which had been anticipated, many must have broken their legs.

Later on, a plan for surprising the college was discovered in time. One of the porters