will say, with all respect, that I feel the utmost
indifference to it. I do so for this reason—I
am now in that position that I must rely entirely
upon the goodness of God, and I feel confident
that He will so dispose events that I will not remain
a prisoner so long as your lordship may be pleased
to decree. The jury having now found me guilty,
it only remains for your lordship to give effect
to their verdict. The eloquence, the ability,
the clear reasoning, and the really splendid arguments
of my counsel failed, as I knew they would, to
affect the jury. I feel, therefore, that with
my poor talents it would be utterly vain and useless
for me to attempt to stay the sentence which it
now becomes your lordship’s duty to pronounce.
I believe, my lord, from what I have seen of your
lordship, and what I have heard of you, it will
be to you a painful duty to inflict that sentence
upon me. To one clinging so much to the world
and its joys—to its fond ties and pleasant
associations, as I naturally do, retirement into
banishment is seldom—very seldom—welcome.
Of that, however, I do not complain. But to any
man whose heart glows with the warmest impulses
and the most intense love of freedom; strongly
attached to kind friends, affectionate parents, loving
brother and sisters, and a devotedly fond and loving
wife, the contemplation of a long period of imprisonment
must appear most terrible and appalling. To
me, however, viewing it from a purely personal
point of view, and considering the cause for which
I am about to suffer, far from being dismayed—far
from its discouraging me—it proves to
me rather a source of joy and comfort. True, it
is a position not to be sought—not to
be looked for—it is one which, for many,
very many reasons there is no occasion for me now to
explain, maybe thought to involve disgrace or discredit.
But, so far from viewing it in that light, I do
not shrink from it, but accept it readily, feeling
proud and glad that it affords me an opportunity of
proving the sincerity of those soul-elevating principles
of freedom which a good old patriotic father instilled
into my mind from my earliest years, and which
I still entertain with a strong love, whose fervour
and intensity are second only to the sacred homage
which we owe to God. If, having lost that
freedom, I am to be deprived of all those blessings—those
glad and joyous years I should have spent amongst
loving friends—I shall not complain, I shall
not murmur, but with calm resignation and cheerful
expectation, I shall joyfully submit to God’s
blessed will, feeling confident that He will open the
strongly locked and barred doors of British prisons.
Till that glad time arrives, it is consolation
and reward enough for me to know that I have the
fervent prayers, the sympathy and loving blessings
of Ireland’s truly noble and generous people,
and far easier, more soothing and more comforting
to me will it be to go back to my cheerless cell,
than it would be to live in slavish ease and luxury—a