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marched southward to measure swords with Cromwell, and his gallant son 
Henry had been butchered after Heber MacMahon folly had led the hitherto 
unbeaten Ulster clans to disastrous rout at Scarrifhollis in 1650. Rory 
O’More, who organized the original outbreak and fought through it until the 
last bleak Western isles were taken in 1653, died in Brabant. No 
abler, truer or more single minded patriot ever lived, but his later fortunes 
and even his grave are unknown Fitzpatrick sailed for Spain with 
4,000 foot and 300 horse but came back at the Restoration and 
married a sister of Ormonde, Lord Lieutenant and Duke, although 
his mother Florence had been burned to death (on dubious evidence be 
it is said) for expressing a desire to make candles of the fat of English folk. 
McCarthy, Lord of Muskerry, fought in Venice and Poland, but soon came 
backrestored. Preston, Lord Gormanston, was equally fortunate and has left a 
long line of Jennico Prestons to recall the loyal service of that ancient stock. 
Colonel Grace took 1,200 to Spain and came back to fight successfully and to die 
fighting for James II. at Athlone in 1691 as became a descendant of the first con- 
quistador, Raymond le Gros. Owen Roe’s other nephew, the ablest diplomatist 
of the age, Daniel O'Neill, came back from Holland (whither he carried or at 
least was licensed to carry, 5,000), to become the first Postmaster General of 
England and to die, in 1664, a conscientious Protestant, as he had always been. 
“As honest a man as ever lived,” wrote Charles II. to his sister with one 
of the few displays of feeling he had ever shown, “I am sure I have lost a 
good servant.” His religion, to which like Ormonde, he was brought up as a 
State orphan, claimant to Clandeboye, probably cost him in those days the 
headship of his house and of the Ulster armies. But he had at least the proud 
distinction of being the first of a great line—the Irish Protestant patriots of 
every shade of political opinion, who did not end with Alfred Webb and 
Shaw Taylor, and who will not end with Dunraven, Pirrie or Sir Horace 
Plunkett. They offer a surer hope for the eventual taming of the Blatant Beast 
of religious hate in that reviving land than can be furnished by protocols or 
laws. 
So much we know, but of the fate of the great bulk of the ehiefs or 
of the gentlemen and private swordsmen who followed them into exile 
we know little or nothing. They took shipping and sailed away. A similar 
exodus was destined to follow the defeat of the cause of James IT. in 1691 and 
to swell into a flood of half a million of men in fifty years by the breach of 
the Treaty of Limerick. But loving hands have collected their memorials in 
distant lands from Dunkirk to Belgrade. Their descendants, Macmahons, 
Taaffes, Nugents Brownes, Lacys, O’Donnells, O’Neills. and O’Reillys, 
Dukes of Tetuan, Dukes of Magenta, Dukes of Feltro, Governors of Paris, 
Madrid, Vienna and Berlin, in every country in Europe and America 
have seldom forgotten their connection with the antiquae sedes. But the Irish 
of Cromwell either as soldiers in Europe or, as we shall see, as slaves in 
“The Tobacco Islands ”’ have lacked both historian and poet. 
Urgentur tgnotique longa 
Nocte : carent quia vate sacro, 
