O'Meagher Condon. I belong to Ohio, and there are loving
hearts there that will be sorry for this. I have nothing but
my best wishes to send them, and my best feelings, and assure
them I can die as a Christian and an Irishman; and that I
am not ashamed or afraid of anything I have done, or the
consequences, before God or man. They would be ashamed of me
if I was in the slightest degree a coward, or concealed my
opinions. The unfortunate divisions of our countrymen in
America, have, to a certain extent, neutralized the efforts
that we have made either in one direction or another for
the liberation of our country. All these things have been
thwarted, and as a matter of course we must only submit to our
fate. I only trust again, that those who are to be tried after
us, will have a fair trial, and that our blood will satisfy
the craving which I understand exists. You will soon send us
before God, and I am perfectly prepared to go. I have nothing
to regret, or to retract, or take back. I can only say, GOD
SAVE IRELAND."

Again were the voices of his companions raised in unison. "God save
Ireland!" they cried defiantly, in chorus. "God save Ireland!" The
cry rung through the packed justice-hall, and fell on the ears of its
blood-thirsty occupants like the voice of an accusing angel. "God save
Ireland," they said; and then the brave-hearted fellows gazed fiercely
around the hostile gathering, as if daring them to interfere with the
prayer. "God save Ireland!"--from the few broken-hearted relatives who
listened to the patriots' prayer the responsive "Amen" was breathed
back, and the dauntless young Irishman continued:--

"I wish to add a word or two. There is nothing in the close