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replace the old they were seized by the Government. Trouble was 
brewing for the settlers on the confiscated lands and no deputy or other 
responsible officer of the time had any delusions on the subject. They 
knew that when the opportunity offered the dispossessed proprietors 
would return from the Continent and in conjunction with those natives who 
had as tenants or otherwise clung to the soil or lurked as rapparees, tories, 
or marauders in the mountains, would endeavour to recover their patrimonies, 
re-establish their religion in the ruined churches and extirpate or expel the new 
arrivals. 
Much of the manhood of Scotland and Ireland was abroad in those years 
either as soldiers or as merchants, for commerce was not despised. The 
Scots were chiefly in Sweden, Poland or in Protestant Germany, and the Irish in 
Southern Germany, Austria, France and Spain. Yet when the imperialist 
commander-in-chief, Wallenstein, tries to force a peace and perhaps create a 
principality for himself, by opening up negotiations with the Swedes and Saxons, 
the Governor of Eger where he encamps for the last time is one Gordon, a 
Presbyterian of Aberdeen. The army is loyal in part, but the enemy is near at 
hand and Wallenstein can boast more truly than Pompey thathe has only to 
stamp his foot and armed men will spring from the soil. The whole fate of 
the empire and of the Catholic cause is in the hazard. Count Walter Butler, 
loyal to his soldier’s oath, rides upon the town at night with his Irish regiment. 
Captain Edmund Burke patrols the streets. Major Devereux with his troop 
bursts into the great banqueting hall of the Castle and the confederate officers 
are cut down at their cups, although Tzerzky accounts for five Irishmen before 
he is beaten to the ground. “‘Oh, Gordon,’’ he cries “‘ what a supper for 
your friends!” Then up the oaken staircase rushes Devereux with 
reeking partisan and flings his gigantic form against a barricaded door. It 
crashes from its fastenings and the grim Duke of Friedland is seen alone in 
the middle of theroom. Schiller has described it in a great trilogy. “* Art thou 
not a traitor to Ferdinand and the Empire ? Then die.” There is a flash of 
steel and Wallenstein falls amid the shouts of ‘ Viva Ferdinandus”’ of the 
Irish dragoons. 
War AND EXILE. 
To Ireland, however, the current of migration was now to turn and 
Walter Butler refused to recruit a second regiment of Irish musketeers 
for Ferdinand, ‘Poor Ireland,” said Walter, ‘‘has lost too many of her 
sons already.’’ She was soon to need them for the old cause. The first, 
which consisted of no less than fifteen companies instead of the usual ten 
and which he commanded when he defended Frankfort against Gustavus 
Adolphus was not his own but that of his kinsman or brother James. At this 
time there were six Butler kinsmen holding high rank in the Austrian service 
and it is difficult to trace their precise relationship. Schiller describes the slayer 
of Wallenstein as being of humble birth but he was undoubtedly a cadet of the 
great Ormonde house. At the siege of Frankfort James Butler was absent from 
his regiment, luckily for him. Gustavus demanded that the Governor of the 
captured town should be brought before him. He had been wounded in the 
