but，then，hiswaysandmanners!-IconfessIdonotlikethem，andthattheygivemenolittleuneasiness-IknowthathekeptverystrangecompanywhenhewasinIreland；peopleofevilreport，ofwhomterriblethingsweresaid-horse-witchesandthelike。I
questionedhimonceortwiceuponthematter，andeventhreatenedhim，butitwasofnouse；heputonalookasifhedidnotunderstandme，aregularIrishlook，justsuchaoneasthoserascalsassumewhentheywishtoappearallinnocenceandsimplicity，andtheyfullofmaliceanddeceitallthetime。I
don’tlikethem；theyarenofriendstooldEngland，oritsoldking，Godblesshim!Theyarenotgoodsubjects，andneverwere；
alwaysinleaguewithforeignenemies。WhenIwasintheColdstream，longbeforetheRevolution，IusedtohearenoughabouttheIrishbrigadeskeptbytheFrenchkings，tobeathorninthesideoftheEnglishwheneveropportunityserved。OldSergeantMeredithoncetoldmethatinthetimeofthePretendertherewerealways，inLondonalone，adozenoffellowsconnectedwiththesebrigades，withtheviewofseducingtheking’ssoldiersfromtheirallegiance，andpersuadingthemtodeserttoFrancetojointhehonestIrish，astheywerecalled。Oneofthesetraitorsonceaccostedhimandproposedthemattertohim，offeringhandfulsofgoldifhecouldinduceanyofhiscomradestogoover。Meredithappearedtoconsent，butsecretlygaveinformationtohiscolonel；
thefellowwasseized，andcertaintraitorouspapersfounduponhim；hewashangedbeforeNewgate，anddiedexultinginhistreason。HisnamewasMichaelNowlan。ThateversonofmineshouldhavebeenintimatewiththePapistIrish，andhavelearnttheirlanguage!’