to remain in Ireland were directed to file off at a particular spot.  All who passed that spot were to be considered as having made their choice for France.  Sarsfield and Wauchop on one side, Porter, Coningsby and Ginkell on the other, looked on with painful anxiety.  D’Usson and his countrymen, though not uninterested in the spectacle, found it hard to preserve their gravity.  The confusion, the clamour, the grotesque appearance of an army in which there could scarcely be seen a shirt or a pair of pantaloons, a shoe or a stocking, presented so ludicrous a contrast to the orderly and brilliant appearance of their master’s troops, that they amused themselves by wondering what the Parisians would say to see such a force mustered on the plain of Grenelle.132

First marched what was called the Royal regiment, fourteen hundred strong.  All but seven went beyond the fatal point.  Ginkell’s countenance showed that he was deeply mortified.  He was consoled, however, by seeing the next regiment, which consisted of natives of Ulster, turn off to a man.  There had arisen, notwithstanding the community of blood, language and religion, an antipathy between the Celts of Ulster and those of the other three provinces; nor is it improbable that the example and influence of Baldearg O’Donnel may have had some effect on the people of the land which his forefathers had ruled.133 In most of the regiments there was a division of opinion; but a great majority declared for France.  Henry Luttrell was one of those who turned off.  He was rewarded for his desertion, and perhaps for other services, with a grant of the large estate of his elder brother Simon, who firmly adhered to the cause of James, with a pension of five hundred pounds a year from the Crown, and with the abhorrence of the Roman Catholic population.  After living in wealth, luxury and infamy, during a quarter of a century, Henry Luttrell was murdered while going through Dublin in his sedan chair; and the Irish House of Commons declared that there was reason to suspect that he had fallen by the revenge of the Papists.134 Eighty years after his death his grave near Luttrellstown was violated by the descendants of those whom he had betrayed, and his skull was broken to pieces with a pickaxe.135 The deadly hatred of which he was the object descended to his son and to his grandson; and, unhappily, nothing in the character either of his son or of his grandson tended to mitigate the feeling which the name of Luttrell excited.136

When the long procession had closed, it was found that about a thousand men had agreed to enter into William’s service.  About two thousand accepted passes from Ginkell, and went quietly home.  About eleven thousand returned with Sarsfield to the city.  A few hours after the garrison had passed in review, the horse, who were encamped some miles from the town, were required to make their choice; and most of them volunteered for France.137