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most honour in our history, and the friends I have most lovod in life, belonged in a large proportion to a race and creed which are not mine. Swift and Molyneux, Flood and Grattan, were not only Protestants, but the sons of English officials serving in Dublin courts and bureaux. Cnrran, Tone, and Father Mathew were tho descendants of Cromwollian settlers. The father of the best Irishman I have ever known, or ever hope to know, who has been tho idol of two generations of students and thinkers, was a Welshman, wearing tho uniform of an English regiment. Tho price of peace in Ireland was simple and specific. To proffer reforms and revisions of the existing system in lieu of National Government was insensate. If a sane man had been put into a lunatic asylum and tho administration of his estate given to strangers, it would bo idle to offer him ameliorations of his condition as a remedy. "What ho wants is to get out. A softer bod and more succulent faro are good things doubtless, but what aro they worth to a tlt'trnu impatient to escape from bonds and resume tho control of his life?
It is tragical to recall the cordial sympathy with which those sentiments were received by .Protestants of the professional classes, by officials, and by the journalists of the Conservative, party. Irish Nationalists of the extremest typo also welcomed this solution of our difficulties. There was only one class intractable—tho Irish gentry. I prefer that they should be judged by one who know them more intimately, and perhaps judged them more, considerately, than I did. The Bov. Dr. Galbraith, Senior .Follow of Trinity College, was the ablest and most steadfast of the Protestant middle class who had joined Mr. Butt's Home Bule movement. I had boon absent thirty years from Ireland, and I asked him to advise me who were the leading men among the gentry able to influence them, and perhaps entitled to speak for them. His answer was that there were no such persons :
* Trinity College, Dublin: February *22, 18815.
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