“Now, my friends,” said he, “there is no man in this building who has not before now been engaged in affairs of danger and of death.  Every one of you is the leader of a party of determined fellows, who fear nothing.  Our business is—­to susteen the oppressed, to crush tyrants, and to right those who have been wronged.  I am not sorry that the person in command over me is absent to-night, for I look upon the office I hold, and the exploit we are engaged on, as a high honor.  If that person, however, is not with us he is engeeged for us, and will send us a strong reinforcement in the course of the night.  I don’t expect that the attack on Purcel’s house will deteen us long, and after that we have other visits to meek, and several fields of pasture to dig up.  You all know who I mane when I mention the man that has authority over us.”

“We do,” replied the crowd; “three cheers for him!” This was accordingly responded to, and the speaker proceeded.

“You are to understand,” said he, “that Purcel and his two sons are this night to die, and their house and pleece to be reduced to ashes.  There is one thing, however, that I must strongly impress upon you—­remember that you are not to injure any of the faymales of the family in the slightest degree.  The second daughter must be taken and brought to a mounted guard that will be ready behind the garden-hedge, to bear her off to the mountains—­they know themselves where.  I will overteek them, or perhaps be there by the upper road before them.  If any of you has a fancy for the other sister, I’m not the man that will stand in your way; but in order to encourage you to do your dooty, I now decleer that it is the man who will best distinguish himself among you that must get her.  You all know what you are to do.  The old tyrant, root and branches, is to be cut off, and his second daughter secured to me.  You have been told the password for the night, and if you find any men among you that knows it not, put him instantly to death as a spy and a traitor.  And now, my brave fellows, every man to his post, and I, who am for this night at least’ your commander, will lead you on.  Come, then, follow me, and again I say—­’Death and dark destruction to Matthew Purcel and his two sons!’”

In a few minutes the vast multitude was in motion, all dressed in white shirts and disguised by blackened faces.  The were certainly a fierce and formidable body, amounting, it is calculated, to not less than five thousand men, collected, as it was well known, from the seven adjoining counties.

The aspect of the sky, on this awful night, was long remembered by the inhabitants of that part of the country.  Over towards the west, and away as far as the south, it seemed! to be one long mass of deep, angry-looking fire, that seemed both frightful and portentous, and made the spectator feel as if a general and immediate conflagration of the heavens was about to take place:  whilst stretched nearer in point of space to the eye, were visible large bars of cloud that seemed, from their crimson color, to be masses of actual blood.  In fact, the whole firmament was full of gloom and terror, and pregnant with such an appalling spirit of coming storm as apparently to threaten the destruction of the elements.