374 Narrative of some Events [Apriu, 
courage and humanity of Mr. Grimes, the miller, and here we once more 
met my father ; we now sank exhausted with terror amongst barrels of 
gunpowder, arms, furniture, and provisions confusedly heaped up toge- 
ther ; but in less than an hour (during which time our defenders fired 
often and effectually) the fire reached the Market-house also, and all 
within it, women, children, and yeomen, were forced to leave it, and 
throw themselves into the midst of the enemy, who now surrounded it 
in thousands, or they would have been destroyed by the explosion of the 
gunpowder, which shortly after took place. As we were going to unbar 
the doors, Grimes determined on a desperate effort for our safety, he 
stretched out his hand, and seized the pikes of two men who lay dead 
across the door way, he turned then to my father, and said, “ Throw 
aside that musket, Sam, take this pike, put a piece of the child’s green 
frock on it for a banner, and perhaps you may save the lives of your 
family.” But my father answered, “ Never! I will never quit the 
King’s cause whilst I have life.” Grimes then raised a flitch of 
bacon on his pike, and bidding us follow, he rushed out of the Mar- 
ket-house cheering, and appearing as if he were joining the pikemen, 
and bearing provisions to them; my father, still holding the musket, 
followed. I snatched up the child of four years old, my little sisters 
hung on my skirts, and my mother, with the infant, came after me. 
My father now turned to me, and said, “ Jane, my dear child, take care 
of your mother and the children!” They were the last words he ever 
spoke to me. 
Grimes stopped now to parley with the pikemen, who completely 
surrounded us, when a fine infant of five years of age, the son of Joseph 
Fitzgerald, a near neighbour of ours, ran out to join us ; at this moment 
one. of the rebels, who had some particular hatred to his father, unfor- 
tunately knew the child, and exclaiming, “That’s an Orange brat!”” 
ide bien down with his pike (as I thought) on his back ; the child 
gave a faint cry, and I was stooping to raise him, when I saw the pike 
drawn back covered with its blood! It shivered in every limb, and 
then lay perfectly still—it was dead, I had strength given me to sup- 
press a shriek, and I hid my face in my little brother’s bosom, whilst 
my sisters never uttered a cry, but pressed still closer to me; and my 
mother, who never took her eyes off my father, did not see it. 
We were allowed to pass over the square without any injury, and 
were following Grimes towards the river, when I noticed a pikeman 
following us closely, and at last pushing between my father and me. 
In my fear and confusion I did not know the man; but I was told 
afterwards it was a man named Malone, whom I had many times seen, 
and who of all other men we should have thought we had least reason 
to fear. His mother had been of a decent Protestant family, but had 
married a profligate of the Roman Catholic persuasion, he deserted her 
and one infant, when she was with child of another, and my father’s 
mother took her home, and on her dying in childbirth of this man, my 
kind grandmother then nursing her own child, put the deserted infant 
to her breast, and prolonged his life for some days till a nurse was pro-= 
vided for him, whom she paid ; he was reared by our family, and was 
at this time a leather-cutter. I could not then recollect him, however, 
for his face was covered with dust and blood, a terrific looking figure, 
‘and his action was suspicious ; so, as if I could protect my father, I deter- 
amined not to lose sight of him, and, with his three young children, kept 
