CHAPTER XXX.

Cromwell arrives in Ireland--He marches to Drogheda--Cruel Massacre of

the Inhabitants after promise of Quarter--Account of an

Eyewitness--Brutality of the Cromwellian Soldiers--Ladies are not

spared--Cromwell's Letters--He boasts of his Cruelties--Massacre and

Treachery at Drogheda--Brave Resistance at Clonmel--Charles II. arrives

in Scotland--The Duplicity of his Conduct towards the Irish--Siege of

Limerick--Ireton's Cruelties and Miserable Death--The Banishment to

Connaught--The Irish are sold as Slaves to Barbadoes--General Desolation

and Misery of the People.

[A.D. 1649-1655.]

Cromwell was now master of England, and ruled with all that authority

which is so freely granted to a revolutionary leader, and so often

denied to a lawful monarch. The great body of the English stood aghast

with horror when they discovered that regicide, and the substitution of

an illegal tyranny for one which at least was legal, was the end of all

their hopes. The new ruler was aware of the precariousness of his

position. The safety of his head, as well as the continuance of his

power, depended on the caprice of the multitude; and he saw that the

sword alone could maintain him in the elevated position to which he had

risen, and the still more elevated position to which he aspired. We

scarcely imagine him to have been more religious or less humane than

many of his contemporaries, though it is evident that he required a

great show of the kind of religion then fashionable to support his

character as a reformer, and that he considered himself obliged to

exercise wholesale cruelties to consolidate his power.

The rightful heir to the English throne was then at the Hague, uncertain

how to act and whither he should turn his steps. He wished to visit

Ireland, where he would have been received with enthusiastic loyalty by

the Catholics; but Ormonde persuaded him, from sinister motives, to

defer his intention. Ormonde and Inchiquin now took the field together.

The former advanced to Dublin, and the latter to Drogheda. This town was

held by a Parliamentary garrison, who capitulated on honorable terms.

Monck and Owen O'Neill, in the meantime, were acting in concert, and

Inchiquin captured supplies which the English General was sending to the

Irish chief. Newry, Dundalk, and the often-disputed and famous Castle of

Trim[483] surrendered to him, and he marched back to Ormonde in triumph.

As there appeared no hope of reducing Dublin except by famine, it was

regularly blockaded; and the Earl wrote to Charles to inform him that

his men were so loyal, he could "persuade half his army to starve

outright for his Majesty."

Ormonde now moved his camp from Finglas to Rathmines, and at the same

time reinforcements arrived for the garrison, under the command of

Colonels Reynolds and Venables. The besiegers made an attempt to guard

the river, and for this purpose, Major-General Purcell was sent to take

possession of the ruined Castle of Bagotrath, about a mile from the

camp. Ormonde professed to have expected an attack during the night, and

kept his men under arms; but just as he had retired to rest, an alarm

was given. Colonel Jones had made a sortie from the city; the sortie

became for a brief moment an engagement, and ended in a total rout. The

Earl was suspected; and whether he had been guilty of treachery or of

carelessness, he lost his credit, and soon after left the kingdom.

Cromwell had been made Lieutenant-General of the English army in

Ireland, but as yet he had been unable to take the command in person.

His position was precarious; and he wished to secure his influence still

more firmly in his own country, before he attempted the conquest of

another. He had succeeded so far in the accomplishment of his plans that

his departure and his journey to Bristol were undertaken in royal style.

He left the metropolis early in June, in a coach drawn by six gallant

Flanders' mares, and concluded his progress at Milford Haven, where he

embarked, reaching Ireland on the 14th of August, 1649. He was attended

by some of the most famous of the Parliamentary Generals--his son,

Henry, the future Lord Deputy; Monk, Blake, Ireton, Waller, Ludlow and

others. He brought with him, for the propagation of the Gospel and the

Commonwealth, £200,000 in money, eight regiments of foot, six of horse,

several troops of dragoons, a large supply of Bibles,[484] and a

corresponding provision of ammunition and scythes. The Bibles were to be

distributed amongst his soldiers, and to be given to the poor

unfortunate natives, who could not understand a word of their contents.

The scythes and sickles were to deprive them of all means of living, and

to preach a ghastly commentary on the conduct of the men who wished to

convert them to the new Gospel, which certainly was not one of peace.

Cromwell now issued two proclamations: one against intemperance, for he

knew well the work that was before him, and he could not afford to have

a single drunken soldier in his camp. The other proclamation prohibited

plundering the country people: it was scarcely less prudent. His

soldiers might any day become his masters, if they were not kept under

strict control; and there are few things which so effectually lessen

military discipline as permission to plunder: he also wished to

encourage the country people to bring in provisions. His arrangements

all succeeded.

Ormonde had garrisoned Drogheda with 3,000 of his choicest troops. They

were partly English, and were commanded by a brave loyalist, Sir Arthur

Aston. This was really the most important town in Ireland; and Cromwell,

whose skill as a military general cannot be disputed, at once determined

to lay siege to it. He encamped before the devoted city on the 2nd of

September, and in a few days had his siege guns posted on the hill shown

in the accompanying illustration, and still known as Cromwell's Fort.

Two breaches were made on the 10th, and he sent in his storming parties

about five o'clock in the evening. Earthworks had been thrown up inside

and the garrison resisted with undiminished bravery. The besieged at

last wavered; quarter[485] was promised to them, and they yielded; but

the promise came from men who knew neither how to keep faith or to show

mercy. The brave Governor, Sir Arthur Aston, retired with his staff to

an old mill on an eminence, but they were disarmed and slain in cold

blood. The officers and soldiers were first exterminated, and then men,

women, and children were put to the sword. The butchery occupied five

entire days; Cromwell has himself described the scene, and glories in

his cruelty. Another eyewitness, an officer in his army, has described

it also, but with some faint touch of remorse.

[Illustration: Massacre at Drogheda]

[Illustration: CROMWELL'S FORT, DROGHEDA].

A number of the townspeople fled for safety to St. Peter's Church, on

the north side of the city, but every one of them was murdered, all

defenceless and unarmed as they were; others took refuge in the church

steeple, but it was of wood, and Cromwell himself gave orders that it

should be set on fire, and those who attempted to escape the flames were

piked. The principal ladies of the city had sheltered themselves in the

crypts. It might have been supposed that this precaution should be

unnecessary, or, at least, that English officers would respect their

sex; but, alas for common humanity! it was not so. When the slaughter

had been accomplished above, it was continued below. Neither youth nor

beauty was spared. Thomas Wood, who was one of these officers, and

brother to Anthony Wood, the Oxford historian, says he found in these

vaults "the flower and choicest of the women and ladies belonging to the

town; amongst whom, a most handsome virgin, arrayed in costly and

gorgeous apparel, kneeled down to him with tears and prayer to save her

life." Touched by her beauty and her entreaties he attempted to save

her, and took her out of the church; but even his protection could not

save her. A soldier thrust his sword into her body; and the officer,

recovering from his momentary fit of compassion, "flung her down over

the rocks," according to his own account, but first took care to possess

himself of her money and jewels. This officer also mentions that the

soldiers were in the habit of taking up a child, and using it as a

buckler, when they wished to ascend the lofts and galleries of the

church, to save themselves from being shot or brained. It is an evidence

that they knew their victims to be less cruel than themselves, or the

expedient would not have been found to answer.

Cromwell wrote an account of this massacre to the "Council of State."

His letters, as his admiring editor observes, "tell their own

tale;"[486] and unquestionably that tale plainly intimates that whether

the Republican General were hypocrite or fanatic--and it is probable he

was a compound of both--he certainly, on his own showing, was little

less than a demon of cruelty. Cromwell writes thus: "It hath pleased God

to bless our endeavours at Drogheda. After battery we stormed it. The

enemy were about 3,000 strong in the town. They made a stout resistance.

I believe we put to the sword the whole number of defendants. I do not

think thirty of the whole number escaped with their lives. Those that

did are in safe custody for the Barbadoes. This hath been a marvellous

great mercy." In another letter he says that this "great thing" was done

"by the Spirit of God."

These savage butcheries had the intended effect. The inhabitants of all

the smaller towns fled at his approach, and the garrisons capitulated.

Trim, Dundalk, Carlingford, and Newry, had yielded; but Wexford still

held out. The garrison amounted to about 3,000 men, under the command of

Colonel Sinnot, a brave loyalist. After some correspondence on both

sides, a conference took place between four of the royalists and

Cromwell, at which he contrived to bribe Captain Stafford, the Governor

of the Castle. The conditions asked, preparatory to surrender, were

liberty of conscience, and permission to withdraw in safety and with

military honours. Cromwell's idea of liberty of conscience was as

peculiar as his idea of honour. He wrote to the Governor of Ross to say

that he would not "meddle with any man's conscience;" but adds: "If by

liberty of conscience you mean a liberty to exercise the Mass, I judge

it best to use plain dealing, and to tell you now, where the Parliament

of England have power, that will not be allowed of;"[487] which, in

plain English, meant that he professed liberty of conscience, but

allowed it only to such as agreed with himself. Of his estimation of

honour, his dealings at Wexford afford a fair sample. As soon as he had

found that Stafford could be bribed, he denounced the proposals of the

garrison as abominable and impudent. The traitor opened the

castle-gates, and the Parliamentary troops marched in. The besieged were

amazed and panic-struck; yet, to their eternal credit, they made what

even Cromwell admits to have been a "stiff resistance." The massacre of

Drogheda was renewed with all its horrors, and the treacherous General

held in his hand all the time the formal offer of surrender which had

been made by the townspeople and his own reply. He informs the

Parliament that he did not intend to destroy the town, but his own

letter reveals his treachery; and he congratulates his correspondents on

the "unexpected providence" which had befallen them. He excuses the

massacre on the plea of some outrages which had been offered to the

"poor Protestants," forgetting what incomparably greater cruelties had

been inflicted by the Protestants on the Catholics, both for their

loyalty and for their religion.

MacGeoghegan mentions the massacre of two hundred women, who clung round

the market-cross for protection.[488] His statement is not corroborated

by contemporary authority; but there appears no reason to doubt that it

may have taken place, from what has already been recorded at Drogheda on

unquestionable authority. Owen Roe and Ormonde now leagued together for

the royal cause, but their union was of short duration, for the Irish

chieftain died almost immediately, and it was said, not without

suspicion of having been poisoned by wearing a "pair of russet boots,"

sent to him by one Plunket, of Louth, who afterwards boasted of his

exploit. His death was an irreparable loss to the Irish cause; for his

noble and upright conduct had won him universal esteem, while his

military prowess had secured him the respect even of his enemies. New

Ross surrendered to Cromwell on the 18th of October and Luke Taaffe, the

Commander, joined Ormonde at Kilkenny. The garrisons of Cork, Youghal,

Kinsale, and Bandon, revolted to Cromwell, through the intervention of

Lord Broghill, son of the Earl of Cork, who became one of the leading

Parliamentary officers. On the 24th of November, Cromwell attempted to

take Waterford; but finding the place too strong for him, he marched on

to Dungarvan. Here the garrison surrendered at discretion, and his

troops proceeded to Cork through Youghal.

The Irish had now begun to distrust Ormonde thoroughly; even the

citizens of Waterford refused to admit his soldiers into their town.

Indeed, the distrust was so general, that he had considerable difficulty

in providing winter quarters for his troops, and he wrote to ask

permission from the exiled King to leave the country. The month of

January, 1650, was spent by Cromwell in continuing his victorious march.

He set out from Youghal on the 29th, and approached as near Limerick as

he dared, taking such castles as lay in his way, and accepting the keys

of Cashel and other towns, where the authorities surrendered

immediately. On the 22nd of March he arrived before Kilkenny, to meet a

resistance as hopeless as it was heroic. A fearful pestilence had

reduced the garrison from 1,200 men to about 400, yet they absolutely

refused to obey the summons to surrender, but, after a brave resistance,

they were obliged to yield; and Cromwell hastened on to Clonmel, where

he had to encounter the most formidable resistance he experienced in his

Irish campaigns. The garrison was commanded by Hugh Dubh O'Neill. The

Bishop of Ross attempted to raise the siege, but was taken and hanged by

Broghill, because he would not desire the defenders of Carrigadrohid to

surrender. The first attack on Clonmel took place on the 9th of May, and

O'Neill determined to resist with the energy of despair, and the full

knowledge of the demon vengeance with which the Puritans repaid such

deeds of valour. When the place was no longer tenable, he withdrew his

troops under cover of darkness; and the English General found next

morning that he had been outwitted, and that nothing remained for his

vengeance but the unfortunate townspeople.

Pressing demands were now made by the Parliament for his return to

England, where the royalists had also to be crushed and subdued; and

after committing the command of his army to Ireton, he sailed from

Youghal, on the 20th of May, leaving, as a legacy to Ireland, a name

which was only repeated to be cursed, and an increase of miseries which

already had seemed incapable of multiplication. In the meantime the

Irish clergy held frequent conferences, and made every effort in their

power to obtain peace for their unfortunate country. Ormonde became

daily more and more distrusted; the people of Limerick and of Galway had

both refused to receive him; and on the 6th of August the clergy met in

synod at Jamestown, in the county Leitrim, and sent him a formal

message, requesting his withdrawal from the kingdom, and asking for the

appointment of some one in whom the people might have confidence. His

pride was wounded, and he refused to retire until he should be compelled

to do so; but the bishops published a declaration, denouncing his

government, and threatening to impeach him before the King. They were

yet to learn that the King, whom they served so faithfully, and in whom,

despite all past disappointments, they confided so loyally, could be

guilty of the greatest duplicity and the basest subterfuge.

Charles II. landed in Scotland on the 28th of June, 1650, and soon after

signed the Covenant, and a declaration in which he stated the peace with

Ireland to be null and void, adding, with equal untruthfulness and

meanness, that "he was convinced in his conscience of the sinfulness and

unlawfulness of it, and of allowing them [the Catholics] the liberty of

the Popish religion; for which he did from his heart desire to be deeply

humbled before the Lord." Ormonde declared, what was probably true, that

the King had been obliged to make these statements, and that they meant

nothing; but neither his protestations nor his diplomacy could save him

from general contempt; and having appointed the Marquis of Clanrickarde

to administer the Government of Ireland for the King, he left the

country, accompanied by some of the leading royalists, and, after a

stormy passage, arrived at St. Malo, in Brittany, early in the year

1651. The Irish again sacrificed their interests to their loyalty, and

refused favourable terms offered to them by the Parliamentary party;

they even attempted to mortgage the town of Galway, to obtain money for

the royal cause, and an agreement was entered into with the Duke of

Lorraine for this purpose; but the disasters of the battle of Worcester,

and the triumphs of the republican faction, soon deprived them of every

hope.

It will be remembered that Cromwell had passed by Limerick at a

respectful distance; but the possession of that city was none the less

coveted. Ireton now prepared to lay siege to it. To effect this, Coote

made a feint of attacking Sligo; and when he had drawn off

Clanrickarde's forces to oppose him, marched back hastily, and took

Athlone. By securing this fortress he opened a road into Connaught; and

Ireton, at the same time, forced the passage of the river at

O'Briensbridge, and thus was enabled to invest Limerick. Lord Muskerry

marched to its relief; but he was intercepted by Lord Broghill, and his

men were routed with great slaughter. The castle at the salmon weir was

first attacked; and the men who defended it were butchered in cold

blood, although they had surrendered on a promise of quarter. At length

treachery accomplished what valour might have prevented. The plague was

raging in the city, and many tried to escape; but were either beaten

back into the town, or killed on the spot by Ireton's troopers. The

corporation and magistrates were in favour of a capitulation; but the

gallant Governor, Hugh O'Neill, opposed it earnestly. Colonel Fennell,

who had already betrayed the pass at Killaloe, completed his perfidy by

seizing St. John's Gate and Tower, and admitting Ireton's men by night.

On the following day the invader was able to dictate his own terms.

2,500 soldiers laid down their arms in St. Mary's Church, and marched

out of the city, many dropping dead on road of the fearful pestilence.

Twenty-four persons were exempted from quarter. Amongst the number were

a Dominican prelate, Dr. Terence O'Brien, Bishop of Emly, and a

Franciscan, Father Wolfe. Ireton had special vengeance for the former,

who had long encouraged the people to fight for their country and their

faith, and had refused a large bribe[489] which the Cromwellian General

had offered him if he would leave the city. The ecclesiastics were soon

condemned; but, ere the Bishop was dragged to the gibbet, he turned to

the dark and cruel man who had sacrificed so many lives, and poured such

torrents of blood over the land, summoning him, in stern and prophetic

tones, to answer at God's judgment-seat for the evils he had done. The

Bishop and his companion were martyred on the Eve of All Saints, October

31st, 1651. On the 26th of November Ireton was a corpse. He caught the

plague eight days after he had been summoned to the tribunal of eternal

justice; and he died raving wildly of the men whom he had murdered, and

accusing everyone but himself of the crime he had committed.

[Illustration: Ireton condemning the Bishop of Limerick.]

Several of the leading gentry of Limerick were also executed; and the

traitor Fennell met the reward of his treachery, and was also hanged.

Hugh O'Neill was saved through the remonstrances of some of the

Parliamentary officers, who had the spirit to appreciate his valour and

his honorable dealing.

Ludlow now took the command, and marched to assist Coote, who was

besieging Galway. This town surrendered on the 12th of May, 1652. The

few Irish officers who still held out against the Parliament, made the

best terms they could for themselves individually; and there was a brief

peace, the precursor of yet more terrible storms.

I have already given such fearful accounts of the miseries to which the

Irish were reduced by confiscations, fines, and war, that it seems

useless to add fresh details; yet, fearful as are the records given by

Spenser of 1580, when neither the lowing of a cow nor the voice of a

herdsman could be heard from Dunquin, in Kerry, to Cashel, in Munster,

there seems to have been a deeper depth of misery after Cromwell's

massacres. In 1653 the English themselves were nearly starving, even in

Dublin; and cattle had to be imported from Wales. There was no tillage,

and a licence was required to kill lamb.[490] The Irish had fled into

the mountains, the only refuge left to them now; and the Parliamentary

officers were obliged to issue proclamations inviting their return, and

promising them safety and protection. But the grand object of the

revolutionary party was still to carry out the wild scheme of unpeopling

Ireland of the Irish, and planting it anew with English--a scheme which

had been so often attempted, and had so signally failed, that one

marvels how it could again have been brought forward. Still there were

always adventurers ready to fight for other men's lands, and subjects

who might be troublesome at home, whom it was found desirable to occupy

in some way abroad. But a grand effort was made now to get rid of as

many Irishmen as possible in a peaceable manner. The valour of the Irish

soldier was well known abroad;[491] and agents from the King of Spain,

the King of Poland, and the Prince de Condé, were contending for those

brave fellows, who were treated like slaves in their native land; and

then, if they dared resist, branded with the foul name of rebels. If a

keen had rung out loud and long when O'Donnell left his native land

never to return, well might it ring out now yet more wildly. In May,

1652, Don Ricardo White shipped 7,000 men for the King of Spain; in

September, Colonel Mayo collected 3,000 more; Lord Muskerry took 5,000

to Poland; and, in 1654, Colonel Dwyer went to serve the Prince de Condé

with 3,500 men. Other officers looked up the men who had served under

them, and expatriated themselves in smaller parties; so that, between

1651 and 1654, 34,000 Irishmen had left their native land; and few,

indeed, ever returned to its desolate shores.

But their lot was merciful compared with the fate of those who still

remained. In 1653 Ireland was considered sufficiently depopulated by war

and emigration to admit of a commencement of the grand planting. The

country was again portioned out; again the ruling powers selected the

best portion of the land for themselves and their favourites; again the

religion of the country was reformed, and Protestant prelates were

condemned as loudly, though they were not hunted as unmercifully, as

Popish priests; again the wild and lawless adventurer was sent to eject

the old proprietor, who might starve or beg while the intruder held his

lands, and sheltered himself in his mansion, while a new cruelty was

enacted, a new terror devised, a new iniquity framed, and this by rulers

who talked so loudly of political and religious liberty. It was not

convenient, more probably, it was not possible, to massacre all the

native population who still survived; so they were to be

banished--banished to a corner of their own land, imprisoned there

safely by their ruthless conquerors, and there, without hope or help, it

was supposed they must soon die out quietly.

This is the official proclamation which was issued on the subject: "The

Parliament of the Commonwealth of England, having, by an Act lately

passed (entitled an Act for the Settling of Ireland), declared that it

is not their intention to extirpate this whole nation ... it is ordered

that the Governor and Commissioners of Revenue ... do cause the said Act

of Parliament, with this present declaration, to be published and

proclaimed in their respective precincts, by beat of drum and sound of

trumpet, on some market-day within ten days after the same shall come

unto them within their respective precincts."

We may imagine the dismay and anguish which this announcement caused.

The old Irish chieftain and the Anglo-Irish lord still had some kind of

home and shelter on their own estate--it might be but an outhouse or a

barn; it was certainly on the worst and least cultivated portion of

their land, for the old castle had long since been taken from them, and

their broad acres transferred to others. Yet, though they tilled the

soil of which they so lately had been the lords, this little spot was

home: there the wife and mother loved her little ones as tenderly as in

the stately halls which her husband or his fathers had so lately

possessed. It was home, and if not the dear old home, it was, perhaps,

loved all the more for its sorrowful proximity to the ancestral

castle--for the faint hope that the rightful owner might still be

restored. But the trumpet had sounded the nation's doom. Confiscation

and banishment, wholesale plunder and untold iniquity, reigned supreme.

The name of the God of justice was invoked to sanction[492] the grossest

outrages upon justice; and men who professed to have freed their own

nation from the tyranny of kingcraft and of Popery, perpetrated a

tyranny on another nation, which has made the name of their leader a

byword and a curse.

The majority of the Catholic nobility and gentry were banished; the

remainder of the nation, thus more than decimated, were sent to

Connaught. On the 26th of September, 1653, all the property of the Irish

people was declared to belong to the English army and adventurers, "and

it was announced that the Parliament had assigned Connaught [America was

not then accessible] for the habitation of the Irish nation, whither

they must transplant, with their wives, and daughters, and children,

before 1st May following, under the penalty of death, if found on this

side of the Shannon after that day."[493] It must not be supposed that

this death penalty was a mere threat; I shall give instances to prove

the contrary. Any man, woman, or child who had disobeyed this order, no

matter from what cause, could be instantly executed in any way, by any

of these soldiers or adventurers, without judge, jury, or trial. It was

in fact constituting a special commission for the new comers to

murder[494] all the old inhabitants.

Connaught was selected for two reasons: first, because it was the most

wasted province of Ireland; and secondly, because it could be, and in

fact was, most easily converted into a national prison, by erecting a

_cordon militaire_ across the country, from sea to sea. To make the

imprisonment more complete, a belt four miles wide, commencing one mile

to the west of Sligo, and thence running along the coast and the

Shannon, was to be given to the soldiery to plant. Thus, any Irishman

who attempted to escape, would be sure of instant capture and execution.

The Government, as it has been already remarked, reserved the best part

of the land for themselves. They secured the towns, church-lands, and

tithes, and abolished the Protestant Church, with all its officers,

which had been so recently declared the religion of the country. A

"Church of Christ" was now the established religion, and a Mr. Thomas

Hicks was approved by the "Church of Christ" meeting at Chichester

House, as one fully qualified to preach and dispense the Gospel as often

as the Lord should enable him, and in such places as the Lord should

make his ministry most effectual. The Parliament also reserved for

themselves the counties of Dublin, Kildare, Carlow, and Cork; and from

these lands and the church property they were to enrich themselves, and,

with what they could spare, to reward the leading regicides and rebels.

The adventurers were next provided for. They claimed £960,000. This was

divided into three lots, to be paid in lands in Munster, Leinster, and

Ulster. All these were to be drawn by lot; and a lottery was held at

Grocers' Hall, London, which commenced at eight o'clock in the morning,

on the 20th of July, 1653, at which time and place men who professed the

advancement of the Christian religion to be the business of their lives,

openly and flagrantly violated the most solemn and explicit commands of

that very belief which they declared themselves so zealous in upholding.

The soldiers and officers were to obtain whatever was left after the

adventurers had been satisfied.

A book was written by a Franciscan father, called _Threnodia

Hiberno-Catholica, sive Planctus Universalis totius Cleri et Populi

Regni Hiberniæ_,[495] in which the writer states he had heard a great

Protestant statesman give three reasons why this transplantation was

confined to the gentry, and why the poor, who had not been either

transported or hanged, were allowed to remain: (1) because the English

wanted them to till the ground; (2) they hoped they would become

Protestants when deprived of their priests; (3) because the settlers

required servants, or else they should have worked for themselves.

But the fatal day at length arrived, and those who had dared to linger,

or to hope that so cruel a sentence would not be finally executed, were

at once undeceived. The commissioners had been in trouble all the

winter: the people who were to be driven out of their farms refused to

sow for those who were to succeed them; and the very plotters of the

iniquity began to tremble for the consequences which might accrue to

themselves. They fasted, they prayed, and they wrote pages of their

peculiar cant, which would be ludicrous were it not profane. They talked

loudly of their unworthiness for so great a service, but expressed no

contrition for wholesale robbery. Meanwhile, however, despite cant,

fasts, and fears, the work went on. The heads of each family were

required to proceed to Loughrea before the 31st of January, 1654, to

receive such allotments as the commissioners pleased to give them, and

that they might erect some kind of huts on these allotments, to shelter

their wives and daughters when they arrived. The allotment of land was

proportioned to the stock which each family should bring; but they were

informed that, at a future day, other commissioners were to sit at

Athlone, and regulate even these regulations, according to their real or

supposed affection or disaffection to the Parliament. All this was

skilfully put forward, that the unfortunate people might transplant the

more quietly, in the hope of procuring thereby the good-will of their

tyrants; but the tyrants were quite aware that the stock would probably

die from the fatigue of transportation and the want of food; then the

land could be taken from the victim, and, as a last favour, he might be

allowed to remain in the poor hut he had erected, until misery and

disease had terminated his life also.

Remonstrances and complaints were sent to the faction who governed

England, but all was in vain. The principal petitioners were the

descendants of the English nobles; they were now, by a just retribution,

suffering themselves the very miseries which they had so ruthlessly

inflicted on the native Irish. The petitioners, says Mr.

Prendergast,[496] were the noble and the wealthy, men of ancient English

blood, descendants of the invaders--the FitzGeralds, the Butlers, the

Plunkets, the Barnwalls, Dillons, Cheevers, Cusacks, names found

appended to various schemes for extirpating or transplanting the Irish,

after the subduing of Lord Thomas FitzGerald's rebellion in 1535--who

were now to transplant as Irish. The native Irish were too poor to pay

scriveners and messengers to the Council, and their sorrows were

unheard; though under their rough coats beat hearts that felt as great

pangs at being driven from their native homes as the highest in the

land.

One of these English families demands special mention. Edmund Spenser's

grandson was now commanded to transplant, as though he to had been "mere

Irish" and the very estate near Fermoy, which had been confiscated from

the FitzGeralds seventy years before, and which the poet had obtained

thus fraudulently, was now confiscated anew, and granted to Cromwell's

soldiers. William Spenser protested; he pleaded his grandfather's name,

he pleaded his grandfather's services, especially the odium he had

incurred amongst the Irish by the way in which he had written of them;

and lastly, William Spenser declares of himself that he had utterly

renounced Popery since he came to years of discretion. But even

Cromwell's interference could not save him; the soldiers were determined

to have his lands, and they had them.

The commissioners appointed to conduct the transplanting had a busy

time. They were overwhelmed with petitions: the heads of families

demanding permission to return and save their crops; the women

requesting to remain a few months longer for a similar purpose, when the

men were not permitted to return. Hundreds of petitions were sent from

aged and bedridden persons, to obtain leave to die in peace where they

were. Then there were complaints from the officers who had charge of

driving the people into the plantation; and above all, there was a

charge, a grave charge, against the Irish people--they were as

stiff-necked, wicked, and rebellious[497] as ever, and could not be

brought to see that they were created for no other end than to be

sacrificed for the benefit of English adventurers; and, moreover, they

were declared to be a most treacherous race, for, years after, they

might revenge all this kindness, by murdering the men who had taken

possession of their lands and farms; and some had absolutely refused to

transplant, and preferred death.

The manner in which these difficulties were met is thus recorded in a

letter which was written for publication in London:--

"_Athy, March_ 4, 1664-5.

"I have only to acquaint you that the time prescribed for the

transplantation of the Irish proprietors, and those that have been

in arms and abettors of the rebellion, being near at hand, the

officers are resolved to fill the gaols and to seize them; by which

this bloody people will know that they [the officers] are not

degenerated from English principles; though I presume we shall be

very tender of hanging any except leading men; yet we shall make no

scruple of sending them to the West Indies, where they will serve

for planters, and help to plant the plantation that General

Venables, it is hoped, hath reduced."

So examples were made. Mr. Edward Hetherington was hanged in Dublin, on

the 3rd of April, 1655, with placards on his breast and back, on which

were written, "For not transplanting;" and at the summer assizes of

1658, hundreds were condemned to death for the same cause, but were

eventually sent as slaves to Barbadoes. The miseries of those who did

transplant was scarcely less than those of the persons who were

condemned to slavery. Some committed suicide, some went mad, all were

reduced to the direst distress. The nobles of the land were as cruelly

treated and as much distrusted as the poorest peasant. The very men who

had laid down their arms and signed articles of peace at Kilkenny, were

not spared; and the excuse offered was, that the Act of Parliament

overrode the articles. One of the gentlemen thus betrayed was Lord

Trimbleston, and his tomb may still be seen in the ruined Abbey of

Kilconnell, with the epitaph:--

"HERE LIES MATHEW, LORD BARON OF TRIMBLESTON,

ONE OF THE TRANSPLANTED."

[Illustration: SCULPTURES AT DEVENISH.]

FOOTNOTES:

[483] _Trim_ For an illustration of this castle, see p. 560.

[484] _Bibles_.--See _The Cromwellian Settlement of Ireland_, by John P.

Prendergast, Esq.--a most important work, and one which merits the

careful consideration of all who wish to understand this period of Irish

history, and one of the many causes of Irish disaffection. The scythes

and sickles were to the corn, that the Irish might be starved if they

could not be conquered.

[485] _Quarter_.--Cromwell says, in his letters, that quarter was not

promised; Leland and Carte say that it was.

[486] _Tale_.--_Cromwell's Letters and Speeches_, vol. i. p. 456. The

simplicity with which Carlyle attempts to avert the just indignation of

the Irish, by saying that the garrison "consisted mostly of Englishmen,"

coupled with his complacent impression that eccentric phrases can excuse

crime, would be almost amusing were it not that he admits himself to be

as cruel as his hero.--vol. i. p. 453. A man who can write thus is past

criticism. If the garrison did consist mainly of Englishmen, what

becomes of the plea, that this barbarity was a just vengeance upon the

Irish for the "massacre."

[487] _Allowed of_.--_Letters and Speeches_, vol. i. p. 477.

[488] _Protection_.--Dr. French, the Catholic Bishop of Ferns, has given

an account of the storming of Wexford, in a letter to the Papal Nuncio,

in which he states that the soldiers were not content with simply

murdering their victims, but used "divers sorts of torture." As he was

then in the immediate neighbourhood, he had every opportunity of being

correctly informed. Cromwell must have sanctioned this, if he did not

encourage it.

[489] _Bribe_.--40,000 golden crowns, and free leave to emigrate where

he chose.--_Hib. Dom._ p. 448.

[490] _Lamb._.--_Cromwellian Settlement_, p. 16. See also Petty's

_Political Anatomy of Ireland._

[491] _Abroad_.--The Prince of Orange declared they were born soldiers.

Sir John Norris said that he "never beheld so few of any country as of

Irish that were idiots or cowards," Henry IV. of France said that Hugh

O'Neill was the third soldier of the age; and declared that no nation

had such resolute martial men.--_Cromwellian Settlement_, p. 22.

[492] _Sanction_.--See _Cromwellian Settlement_, p. 61, for a specimen

of the "Bible stuff with which they crammed their heads and hardened

their hearts."

[493] _Day_.--_Cromwellian Settlement_, p. 163.

[494] _Murder_.--"Whenever any unwary person chanced to pass these

limits he was knocked on the head by the first officer or soldier who

met him. Colonel Astell killed _six women_ in this way."--_Ibid_. p.

164.

[495] _Hiberniæ_.--_The Wail of the Irish Catholics; or, Groans of the

Whole Clergy and People, &c._ By Father Maurice Morison, of the Minors

of Strict Observance, an eyewitness of these cruelties. Insbruck, A.D.

1659. This religious had remained in Ireland, like many of his brethren,

in such complete disguise, that their existence was not even suspected.

In order to minister the more safely to their afflicted people, they

often hired as menials in Protestant families and thus, in a double

sense, became the servants of all men. Father Maurice was in the

household of Colonel Ingolsby, the Parliamentary Governor of Limerick.

[496] _Prendergast.--Cromwellian Settlement_, p. 34. We can only

recommend this volume to the consideration of our readers. It would be

impossible, in anything less than a volume, to give the different

details which Mr. Prendergast has brought together with so much

judgment, and at the expense of years of research. We might have

selected some cases from his work, but, on the whole, we think it will

be more satisfactory to the reader to peruse it in its entirety. It may

be obtained from our publishers, Messrs. Longmans and Co.,

Paternoster-row, London.

[497] _Rebellious_.--If the subject were not so serious, the way in

which the officials wrote about the feelings of the Irish would almost

provoke a smile. They say: "It is the nature of this people to be

rebellious; and they have been so much the more disposed to it, having

been highly exasperated by the transplanting work." Surely they could

not be expected to be anything else but rebellious and exasperated!

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