“I had but one object and purpose in view.  I did feel deeply for the sufferings and privations endured by my fellow-countrymen.  I did wish by all means, consistent with a manly and honourable resistance to assist in putting an end to that suffering.  It is very true, and I will confess it, that I desired an open resistance of the people to that government, which, in my opinion entailed these sufferings upon them.  I have used the words open and honourable resistance, in order that I might refer to one of the articles brought in evidence against me, in which the writer suggests such things as flinging burning hoops on the soldiery.  My lords, these are no sentiments of mine.  I did not write that article.  I did not see it, or know of it until I read it when published in the paper.  But I did not bring the writer of it here on the table.  Why?  I knew that if I were to do so, it would be only handing him over at the court-house doors to what one of the witnesses has very properly called the fangs of the Attorney-General.  With respect to myself I have no fears.  I trust I will be enabled to bear my sentence with all the forbearance due to what I believe to be the opinion of twelve conscientious enemies to me, and I will bear with due patience the wrath of the government whose mouthpiece they were; but I will never cease to deplore the destiny that gave me birth in this unhappy country, and compelled me, as an Irishman, to receive at your hands a felon’s doom, for discharging what I conceived—­and what I still conceive to be my duty.  I shall only add, that the fact is, that instead of three Roman Catholic jurors being set aside by the Attorney-General, there were thirteen; I hold in my hand a list of their names, and out of the twelve jurors he permitted to be sworn there was not one Roman Catholic.”

Mr. O’Doherty was sentenced to transportation for ten years.  He sailed for Van Dieman’s Land in the same ship that bore John Martin into exile.  In the course of time he, like Martin and O’Brien, was set at liberty on condition of his residing anywhere out of “the United Kingdom.”  He came on to Paris, and there resumed his medical studies.  He paid, however, one secret and hurried visit to Ireland.  He came to wed and bear away with him, to share his fortune in other lands, a woman in every way worthy of him—­one whose genius and talents, like his own, had been freely given to the cause of Ireland, and whose heart had long been his in the bonds of a most tender attachment.  “Eva,” one of the fair poetesses of the Nation, was the plighted wife of O’Doherty.  Terrible must have been the shock to her gentle nature when her patriot lover was borne off a convict, and shipped for England’s penal settlements in the far southern seas.  She believed, however, they would meet again, and she knew that neither time nor distance could chill the ardour of their mutual affection.  The volumes of the Nation published during his