THE LIGHT OF HISTORY R>..^I>:CTTXG IHE MASSACRES IE IRELAND FHOM ABO T H & Cl V I L YY A R OF 1 6 4 1 1 A’ZKTfKn TO Mrss MABY moiT-oy JOHN McDonnell, m.d JJVBLIN 5UCHARI) JJ. WEBB!& son, PRINTERS, ABBEY-STHPiET , 1 as ij •? : t .A'" ■ ^ It '■ ■•• - THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY From the collection of James Collins, Drumcondra, Ireland. Purchased, 1918. 94I.S6 / / '.4 M4. •^- * 5 yf-e^idlr ^ f ^''i ’•($< * . >‘^v_ a>^4.■<^rf »■^ » '■”'‘■^'^ "’'• S '- ^ ^ . V .. ^ • .. / ' \ ^ \^ 4yL^&^^'3 jl « • *4, I |n ^ iS»^ d^ &'^-*‘%^ 4 l€ \|n’^ 5?- vv X #>l r 9 t ? < ^ i THE LIGHT OF HISTORY KESPECTING THE MASS AGEES IN IEEE AND FROM ABOUT A. D. 15 80 TO THE END OF THE CIVIL WAE OF 1641: JOHN McDonnell, m.d. ^ DUBLIN : RICHAED D. WEBB & SON, PRINTERS, ABBEY-STREET. 18 8a 'M Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2017 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign Alternates https ;//archive.org/details/lightofhistoryreOOmcdo ‘i4l.5G CUo-fO* ^ “ On the morniftg of the 3rd ’^ffiuary” [1642] “a party of Irish rebe ls^ fro m hot]; ! IfaJ gs of the river Bann, headed by Alaster McDonnell (Colkittagh)” [this was not Alaster’s name, but his father’s], surprised a detachment of British stationed at Portna, near Kilrea, under the command of Captains Fergus MacDougall, Peebles, and Glover, and massacred them in their beds.” Mr. Fronde misquotes Dr. Eeid, and scandalously calumniates Alaster McDonnell : — “ Alaster MacDonnell had destroyed some English families in their beds at Kilrea.” He adds — “ Seventy or eighty old men, women, and children had been killed by the same party near Ballintoy and Oldstown.” This latter item is a birth from the teeming womb of Mr. Fronde’s imagination. He garbles and falsifies Dr. Eeid’s statements, by converting a military night surprise of soldiers on soldiers into a massacre of men. 37 women, and children. Alaster s surprise is a strata-- gem accepted in the war ’code of every nation in Europe, and practised with signal success and univer- sal applause lately by Lord Wolseley at Tel-el-Kebir. Miss Hickson endorses Mr. Fronde’s calumny. She devotes to this charge twenty- two pages, headed “ The Portnaw Massacre,” of her first volume (p. 234 et seq.), with her notes; and in support of it gives the evidence of sixteen witnesses, taken, and now for the first time published, from the thirty-two manuscript volumes in folio, of evidence respecting the Irish mas- sacres of 1641, preserved in the Library of Trinity College, Dublin. I have read the evidence published by Miss Hickson very carefully more than once, and I assert that from end to end of it there is not the shadow of proof that Alaster McDonnell was con- cerned in the death of any human being, except those of soldiers killed by soldiers in the night attack. In 1879 I published the following opinion, which I believed was never expressed by any other writer on . this hateful subject : — “ The treatment of the expelled English and Scotch was extremely inhuman, In the November of an unusually severe winter the Protestants were often stripped naked, and driven out without food, to make the best of their way to the nearest place of refuge. No doubt, many children, women, and old men must have perished of cold and hunger ; and assuredly aU of these deaths are fairly to be added to the number of those persons who were directly murdered or massacred.” But I add : — ‘‘ Great numbers of the fugitives died also, after reach- 38 ing places of refuge, by famine and its consequent pestilence. But for these deaths I hold England and Scotland responsible, whose barbarous apathy in not sending immediate military aid, arms, food, and means of transport, across the channel to their wretched countrymen, was unintelligibly and revoltingly heartless.” The despoiled Irish mobs ought to have considered that the great majority of their victims sincerely be- lieved that they were rightfully possessed of their Irish lands, bestowed upon them by royal and legal authority. But what mobs of plundered and enraged peasants can be expected to entertain and give due weight to such palliations '? The real criminals were James and the people of England and Scotland, who cordially approved of the Plantation of Ulster. Another English massacre, which I think was by far more atrocious than any of the Irish massacres, was the slaughter of 2,000 English soldiers, by Cromwell’s order, in Drogheda, in revenge for the Irish massacres in Ulster. These soldiers, nearly all of whom were Englishmen, had as much concern in, and responsi- bility for, those Irish massacres as you, gentle reader, or I have. They were nearly all Englishmen ; and in my opinion the atrocity is much aggravated by his blasphemous bestowal of the glory of it upon Him whom, before he had attained his present exalted piety, he had often addressed as his “ Almighty and most merciful Father.” Could this strange mixture of fanaticism, hypocrisy — “ferocious piety,” (as some 39 one has happily called it), and political perspicacity have really believed that he advanced the glory of the Deity by attributing this massacre to Him ? I do not know ; but I do know what marvels fanaticism can work in perverting all Christian and moral princi- ple ; and I both abhor and dread it. One of the murderers of Archbishop Sharp, after prolonged public prayer with his brother murderers, retired to his bedroom for private prayer, in the course of which he heard himself addressed from Heaven — Well done, good and faithful servant.” He was soon after mortally wounded at the battle of Drumclog — the battle described in the beginning of Old Mortality, between the Covenanters and Claver- house. One of his brother murderers, who, no doubt, superstitiously believed that the dying man could utter the truth only, spiered at him (inquired of him) : — Dear Will, I aften hard [heard] you say you were sure enough of heaven. Hae ye [have you] ony doots “ noo [any doubts now] ?” and the dying ruffian re- plied : — Nae doots, nae doots ; but fully assured — fully assured.” Cromwell was by far the most unscrupulously cruel enemy of Ireland that the civil war produced. The net manufactured to catch every Roman Catholic who possessed an acre of land was, for its purpose, quite perfect. If the landowner of the acre could not prove (the onus of proof being thrown on him) that he had 40 exhibited constant good will towards the Puritan government, which no Koman Catholic could possibly have done, he should lose a third of his acre, be banished to Connaught, and be reprised (compensated) for the remaining two-thirds of his fertile acre by an equivalent of barren land in Connaught. Others of greater delinquency, who could not disprove greater complicity in the rebellion, were stripped proportion- ately of their lands, banished to Connaught, and re- prised for the land still left in his possession by an equivalent in Connaught land. All who had taken any active part, or borne arms in the rebel forces, vrere deprived of their land, and, along with all the landless, banished to Connaught. Lastly, any one of the famished crowd who was afterwards met with on the east side of the Shannon might be shot with impunity on the spot. Let any one who doubts the strict accuracy of what I have just written consult the thrilling pages of Mr. Prendergast’s admirable and truthful History of the Cromwellian Settlement. It is to me perfectly unintelligible how any lover of liberty — of the constitution we enjoy, or of the con- stitution of 1640, as described from Macaulay at p. 4 — can pardon the man who in eight years sapped and overthrew that constitution by a series of treasonable acts, ending with the exclusion of nearly two hundred members of the House of Commons at the point of the bayonet, and the extinction of the House of Lords, to 41 secure the comdemnation of Charles, on signing whose death-warrant the heartless fanatic, in jocular horse- play, wiped his pen across the face of his neighbour. He merited for these crimes, and should have met on the scaffold, the fate of Strafford. 1 refuse peremp- torily to condone these crimes, and his substitution of the reign of the sword in his hand, because he retrieved the honour and influence of England in the councils of Europe from the state of contempt into which they had been brought by the misgovernment of James and Charles, and restored England to the high and honourable position she held in the reign of Elizabeth, by the bold and vigorous use of his usurped sword. It is not the least of the charges I have to prefer against Miss Hickson that Cromwell’s barbarities in Ireland are palliated by her. Millions of her country- men and countrywomen will hear of this palliation with indignation and disgust, and the men will re- member that their bitterest curse on^heir worst enemy is — “ The Curse of C r e mw^S T an [on] you,” more than two hundred years after the death of their father ^ b Vorst and most cruel oppressor. In her first volume, p. 395, she writes : — “ Their pseudo rule” [viz., Lord Mayo’s and his son’s] “ over their clan, and even that of Clanricarde himself, it was evident, was over before Cromwell came to replace it by a rule of justice and vigour.” And again, at p. 177 of her second volume, she writes : — The order at p. 236, confis- 42 eating the Cromwellian soldiers’ debenture for the benefit of the widow and orphans of Turlough O’Byrne, the poor Irish carpenter he had murdered, and the letter of Cromwell, at p. 238, on behalf of Mrs. Barry, are good proofs of the generous and merciful nature of the Protector, so ill understood to this day by many of his countrymen, who profess to admire his historical greatness.” From such generosity and mercy. Oh Heaven ! defend me and mine, my country and mankind, for all future time ! In speaking of Cromwell’s Drogheda massacre. Miss Hickson singles out the most revoltingly cruel indi- vidual case of murder for palliation. A beautiful lady, richly dressed, threw herself on her knees before Wood, one of Cromwell’s officers, beseeching him to save her life. He consented ; but on the instant one of the common soldiers rushed upon her, dragged her out of Wood’s hands, passed his sword through her, stripped her, and threw the naked body over the city wall. Miss Hicksons hardihood, strange 'to say, is equal to the task of palliating both the general massacre and even this case. At p. 178, vol. ii., she writes : — “ The carnage at Drogheda, when the town, garrisoned by English Cavaliers, who expelled impartially many Irish Pro- testants and Irish friars (lest they should betray it to Crom- well or 0 ’Neill), was taken by storm, was as a retribution for Portadown, Belturbet, and Shrule, and a preventive of the re- petition of such horrors in future. Cromwell’s judgment was that of the prophets of old — ‘ The leaders of this people cause 43 thewo to evrl and who can doubt it was a right one, that knows the real facts of Irish history ?” Again, she has the astonishing courage to write of the murder of the lady thus : — “Wood, according to this story, just after the town was taken, in the hottest moment of the storm” [this item, I believe, is known to Miss H. alone], “ met a beautiful young lady,' richly dressed and covered with jewellery, who entreated him to save her life, which he was about to do, when a Cromwel- lian soldier dragged her away, killed her, and flung her corpse over the city wall. The incident was a sad and horrible one, only too likely to have taken place then, or even at a later date, wherever an infuriated soldiery took by storm a besieged town. But when English modern sentiment and romance undertake to deliver judgment on Irish history they ought to remember that long before this richly dressed lady was killed at the siege of Drogheda by an infuriated soldier, hundreds of helpless old men, women, and little children (poorly-dressed, it may be) were flung into the rivers at Portadown and Bel- turbet — not in the fury of battle or siege, but as they submis- sively fled before their Irish captors, who had promised to guard and protect them to the place where they were to embark for England.” No kind-hearted Irishwoman, gentle or simple, will ever read Miss Hickson’s palliation of this fiendish deed without a shudder. I hope no Irish- man will pronounce the curse of Cromwell on her. This innocent and beautiful creature had no more concern in, or responsibility for, the Ulster massacre than the apologist herself had, and the apology is equally senseless and revolting. The authority for this almost incredible fact is unimpeachable. Wood, 44 the Cromwellian officer, was eye-witness of the horrid murder. He related the particulars of it to his brother, Anthony A. Wood, a highly distinguished member of the University of Oxford, and author of many and very valuable works, who has recorded his brother s narrative. I impeach Miss Hickson of gross partiality in favour of the oppressors of her country throughout the whole of her two volumes. Flashes, indeed, of sympathy with the sufferings of her countrymen we do meet with, but, like Macaulay’s ‘‘ flashes of silence,” des- cribed by Sydney Smith, few and far between. Her account of the case of Henry O’Neil, of Glasdromin (vol. ii. p. 145 seq,) is a good sample, both of this sympathy and of the perfect structure of the Crom- wellian net, devised for the capture and plunder of every Roman Catholic landholder, mentioned above. “ For proof of his good affection, O’Neill produced the depo- sitions of several witnesses on his behalf, that at the beginning of the rebellion he saved the lives of Mr. Thomas Taylor, of the city of Armagh, his wife, and family, and six more families of that town, who fled to him for protection, and sent them away to the English quarters. He saved the lives of Mr. Fitzgerald, a minister, and Mr. Edward ^Trevor, of Monaghan, and the wives and families of both of them. He had kept altogether two hundred persons in his house from the violence of the rebels, until he could send them to Dundalk and other English quarters, and as often as he heard of the approach of the rebels into his country, he sent intelligence to the governors of Dundalk or Ne wry, or the adjacent garrisons. For giving such intelligence. General Owen O’Neil sent a party of horse, 45 and took the claimant prisoner, and sent him to Kilkenny, where he was kept prisoner for three months, till the army was gone ont of the country, and then he escaped. He had himself been robbed by the rebels of his horses and cows, and those at Glasdromin had been burned by order of Sir Phelim O’Keil. It was also deposed that he could not endure any of his sons to come near his castle. Once he shot at one of them, who was with a party coming to his house, because he was in re- bellion. And he had been seen with weeping tears to bemoan himself, saying what would be thought of him, his sons being gone into rebelliou, he ' having ever been faithful to the crown of England.’ Upon this state of facts the court found that he did not aid or promote the rebellion in the first year. It might, perhaps, be supposed that Mr. O’Keil would be entitled to a restoration of his estate, and to escape trans- plantation ; but this would prove a very imperfect conception of the strictness of the rules of transplantation. Of course, the commissioners could not find that he had aided or pro- moted the rebellion in the first years, or was ever in arms since, and they accordingly acquitted him of this. He had also exhibited much good affection to the English, but he must prove a constant good affection to be spared from trans- plantation ; and by contributing money or victuals, not taken by actual force, and the payment of taxes and levies in the rebels’ quarters (where no person dared refuse them) he had lost his claim to be exempted from transplantation. Mr. Henry O’hTeil was probably in this latter predicament. He was adjudged to transplant, but being within the eighth qualification, to have two-thirds of his estate in Connaught.” What would have been said, and what done, in England and Scotland if Cromwell had ventured to transplant to the mountains of Wales, or of the high- lands of Scotland, every royalist who could not prove his constant good affection to the Puritan cause 46 during the war, with, however, the right to be re- prised for so much of his land as he was adjudged worthy to retain, measured by the degree of his malignity, of fertile acres in England or Scotland, by the same number on the sides of Snowdon, Cader Idris, or Plinlymmon — or Ben Nevis, Shehallion, or Ben Lomond ; and lastly, if any one of the transplanted ventured to cross the boundary line between England and Wales, or in Scotland to pass south of the Gram- pian line, that he might be shot with impunity by any one who met him ? In the Library of Trinity College, Dublin, there are thirty-two folio volumes of evidence in manuscript respecting the Irish massacres and murders in 1641. Miss Hickson selects and publishes the evidence of two hundred and five witnesses taken from these voluminous records. She contends that certain lines, in very many cases drawn through passages of the evidence, were not intended for erasures. I think she has established this contention satisfactorily. In none of her cases was the witness submitted to cross- examination, nor even, except in a very few, had he before him the prospect of having to repeat his testi- mony in open court under the eyes of judge and jury. Nearly all the witnesses were persons who them- selves, or in the persons of near and dear relatives or friends, had suffered barbarous cruelties from the insurgents, and were therefore naturally disposed to 47 exaggerate their sufferings. An impartial historian would have notified these circumstances to the reader. Miss Hickson does not do so. . At least I do not remember a single case in which she does. At p. 96 of vol. i. there is a modest abetment of the use of torture to elicit truth from unwilling witnesses. Perhaps the most atrocious Irish massacre was that perpetrated at Portadown. About one hundred and fifty men, women, and children were precipitated from the bridge over the Bann and drowned. Miss Hickson reproduces this case seventeen times, with- out informing the reader that it is a reproduction. This is a plagiarism of the stage-trick, in which, by the device of marching a^ few dozen men across the stage, then back behind the scenes, and across the stage again, repeated ten or seventeen times, there is created a great army before the astonished eyes of the uninitiated. We hear much nowadays of the Irish hatred of England, diligently and perseveringly earned by six hundred years of cruel misgovernment, which was as detrimental to England as it was ruinous to Ireland ; but much less of English hatred and contempt for Ireland. Mr. Froude informs us that we are not only savages, but irreclaimable savages. I beg of him to recollect that for many years after the battle of Hastings his Saxon forefathers were known to their Norman conquerors as “ Saxon hogs yet, in spite 48 of Norman billingsgate and insolence, those hogs are now leaders in European civilization, and in the pro- motion of every art and science that tends to advance the best interests of mankind. Perhaps the same happy lot may be in store for us, in spite of the intolerable insolence of Mr. Fronde's pen. Consider- ing that for centuries before 1829 the great majority of Irishmen were excluded from competition for honors and social position, by penal laws designed and effectual to produce the poverty and ignorance of at least four-fifths of the population of Ireland, it is not a little remarkable how many able men she can boast to have produced. If the great statesmen of the Three Kingdoms, for the last half of last 'century and the first half of this, could be collected, and the question submitted to them: — Who was the most profound political philosopher these countries have produced during the century in question ? one vote would probably have been given for Pitt, the son of Chatham, viz. Burke's. The rest would vote almost un- animously — Edmund Burke." Perhaps Mr. Froude might mutter here — “Oh! Burke was a Norman — a De Burgo. But I say no ; the very first De Burgo robber, after having slain the male heirs to the estate he coveted probably married (a received piece of policy) the heiress, and thus, in the very first genera- tion the blood is half Norman and half Irish, and long before the day of Burke the most refined 49 cliemico-political analysis could not detect the drop of Norman blood remaining in the great orators veins. If the De Burgos had been white, and the Celts black, Edmund would have rivalled in tint the blackest man in Nigritia. The truth of the maxim — Odisse quern Imeris (we hate those whom we have wronged) — is disgraceful to human nature, but alas ! it is true ; and a glaring exemplification of its truth is afibrded by the hatred and contempt of the Irish entertained by Saxon England and Scotland, and even by their Welsh cousins. The steady growth of humanity which so honorably characterizes this age, and a very modest but increasing knowledge of true Irish history, has mitigated this hatred and con- tempt ; but there is much still existing in England and Scotland. I beg leave to recommend the lately published and generally very fair History of Ireland by Mr. Walpole, to all who desire to know the truth respecting the history of, I verily believe, the most unfortunate nation in the world during the long period (just a thousand years) from the Danish invasion to 1829. No Englishman desires more sincerely and earnestly than I do a firm, affectionate, and equal union between Great Britain and Ireland. This I never doubted is, without question, the plain and certain interest of Ireland. A very able essay by Mr. O’Brien, just published, clearly proves this. But the E 50 Union of 1801, brought about as it was, is my abhor- rence. It is regarded by all Catholics and many Protestants — and justly, as one of the worst wrongs and insults ever inflicted on us. Lord Castlereagh, and even Mr. Pitt, could not have been ignorant that a plebiscite of unbribed Irishmen would have rejected that Union by 90 per cent. The true parties to it were the Government of Great Britain and its people who approved of it, and (excepting a small number ,of honest and honorable men, who really believed that it was in the interest of Ireland) a gang of peerage-bribed, place-bribed, pension-bribed, and hard-cash-bribed scoundrels, known as the Irish Houses of Peers and Commons. The noble minority of Peers and Commons who voted against this TJnion^ will ever be gratefully remembered with high honour by the people of Ireland. I hope and expect that any man who reads my nar- rative with the singleminded desire to learn the truth .with respect to the terrible events of the Irish War of 1641 will come to the conclusion that both English and Irish, but more especially the Euglish, were guilty of extreme inhumanity towards their adver- saries, and that therefore neither is entitled to twit the other with the perpetration of cruelties that throw those of the Sicilian Vespers, and the Massacre of St. Bartholomew’s, into the shade, while suppress- ing all mention of their own. 51 But truth is powerful, and it will prevail. The tone of English historians writing of our period has greatly changed. In the Annals of England (1877), p. 91-2, we read : — “ Some troops, however, arrived from England, the natives were worsted in many encounters, and horrible cruelties were committed on both sides.” And in a note on this passage : — ‘‘ In Bushworth (vol. iii.) may be seen a long list of butcheries said to have been committed by the Eomanists on the Pro- testants, grounded on inquisitions taken some years after; but it is remarkable that the Lords- Justices, writing at the very time, make no mention of any such general massacre of the Protestants (amounting to 200,000 according to some writers, 40,000 or 50,000 according to others) as is usually said to have occurred. The contest was doubtless embittered by difference of creeds, but it unquestionably arose rather from political than purely religious causes : the Eomanists armed to preserve their estates.” I acknowledge, with profound gratitude, that since 1829 the spirit of the English government of Ireland has been completely reversed. The Liberal party has, since then, done everything in its power to elevate and benefit the people of Ireland. ' It would be difficult, I think, to find in England at present an historian, male or female, an apologist and eulogist of Cromwell in his dealings with Ireland. That office, I grieve to think, is at present monopolized by an Irish lady. JOHN McDonnell, m.d. 11th February, 1886. I subjoin, as a sort of appendix, my letter to Miss Hickson, demonstrating the falsehood of Mr. Froude’s calumny against my ancestor ; and proving that she had not, in her publica- tion, adduced a single item in support of her endorsement of the calumny, which I therefore requested her publicly to disavow. In her reply, she put my request altogether aside, and simply informed me that she had learned from the Eev. Mr. Hill’s McDonnells of Antrim, that my forefather had done as much harm as good to Montrose, and that my clan are a parcel of proud, impracticable fools. I did not think this reply marked by the usual courtesy of an Irish lady, and immediately printed the subjoined letter. DEFENCE OF SIR ALASTER MACCOLLA MCDONNELL, Knight of the Field, AGAINST MR. FROUDE’S CALUMNIOUS ACCOUNT OF WHA.T HE CALLS THE “MASSACRE OF PORTNAW,” IN 1641; ADDRESSED TO MISS MARY HICKSON. \ •32 Upper Fitzwilliam Street, Dublin, 1st January, 1885. Dear Miss Hickson, When you shall have read what I am about to write, I hope and expect that you will not only excuse the liberty that I, a person altogether unknown to you, take in addressing you, but also that you will frankly grant the request with which I propose that my letter shall conclude. Mr. Fronde calumniates .Master MacColla McDon- nell in his English in Ireland. Misled by an authority which you hold in high respect, you endorse his calumny. I am the descendant, in the fifth generation, of that highly distinguished soldier, ‘and his fair fame is therefore dear to me ; and I am bound, both by clan- ship and kinship, to vindicate his character from aspersion, so far as I can with truth. His fame took its rise from his appointment, by his near relative the 4 second Earl and first Marquis of Antrim, to the com- mand of 2,000 men (the Montrose Irish Brigade), raised and equipped by the Earl, and sent to the High- lands of Scotland in support of Montrose. The heroism of this brigade contributed mainly to that great man’s six marvellous victories, between August 1644, and August 1645, in the first two of which (Tippermuir and Aberdeen), followed immediately by the surrender of Perth and Aberdeen, the Irish formed fully two-thirds of Montrose’s force. Sir Thomas Ho^dc, the Scottish Lord Advocate, writes as follows in his diary : — Conflict at Perth — On September 1st 1644, being Sunday, was the conflict at Perth, where our people were mechantlie defeated by the Irish. Item ; on 13th September, Aberdeen was taken by the Irish, and our force defeated.” In the next three victories (Inverlochy, Auldern, and Alford) the Irish formed about half of the royal- ist force. In the last alone (Kilsyth) they vrere far outnumbered by the Highlanders ; — and of these the greater number had been enlisted by Alaster, who was commissioned by Montrose four times — once to neigh- bouring clans, and three times to the Western Highlands and Isles, for that purpose ; because of the great influence he had now acquired throughout the Highlands, by the high character he had attained as a soldier. After the battle of Kilsyth he was created a Knight of the Field by Montrose, in recog- nition of his services in the royal cause. After the 0 annihilation of Montrose’s army at Philiphaugh, and after a disastrous defeat by Leslie and Argyle, Alaster was driven out of Scotland early in 1646, and ended his short but brilliant career in 1647, after the battle of Nock-na-Noss (the Hill of Fawns), in the County of Cork. Einuccini, the Papal Nuncio in Ireland, gives, in his confidential correspondence with the Court of of Eome, translated by the lamented and accom- plished Miss Annie Hutton, the following account of Sir Alexander’s share in the battle, and of his death. “ In front of the right wing was MacDonnell with 3,000 infantry, composed of Ulster and Connaught men and Irish Islanders” — [viz. Highlanders], “supported by Colonel Purcell with two regiments of cavalry. Inchiquin [the Parlia- mentary leader] had placed the best part of his troops opposite to MacDonnell, whom he greatly feared, and not without reason, as his soldiers, after firing one or two vollies threw away the musquet and seizing the sword rushed upon the enemy with such fury that they pursued for three miles killing them as they fled to the number of 2,000.” [The Con- federate left wing was disgracefully defeated by Lord Inchiquin, who found, on his return to the field of battle, the right wing of the Confederates, also returned, loosely scattered among the cannon they had taken, and under the belief that their left wing had been victorious. They were immediately attacked and driven off the field with the loss of 700 men. Einuccini continues] “ General Alexander MacDonnell, who had sepa- rated himself a little from his troops to see after a messenger whom he had sent with an account of his proceedings to the other wing, met, on his return, fourteen of the enemy’s horse. Defusing quarter, he killed four of them, and when parleying with their captain was treacherously stabbed from behind by a soldier, and at once fell dead.” 6 Such was the man — “the lion-hearted MacColl” — the defence of whom against Mr. Fronde’s calumny I now undertake. Mr. Fronde, in his English in Ireland (vol. i. p. 106), says : — “ Alaster MacDonnell destroyed some English families in their beds at Kilrea. Seventy or eighty old men, women, and children had been killed by the same party on the road near Ballintoy and Oldstown.” Mr. Fronde quotes Dr. Eeid’s History of the Pres- hy terian Church in Ireland, v. i. pp. 326-327, as his authority. I do not find it at this reference, but I do at p. 324. Perhaps he and I quote from different editions. I admit that Dr. Reid is a very pains- taking and generally accurate historian. Nevertheless he is singularly ill-informed respecting Alaster’s family. It was introduced into the County Antrim by the marriage of Ian Vohr McDonnell, the founder of his family, second son of the Lord of the Isles, with Marjory Byssett, heiress of a Norman Baron, who had, by hook or crook, got hold of a large estate in Antrim. This marriage took place about 1390; and in 1641 the family possessed the County from Larne to Dunluce, on the Atlantic coast of Antrim, and from the North Channel to the River Bann. Dr. Reid wrote his history at Carrickfergus, within seven or eight miles of Larne, and there was hardly an old woman from Larne to Ballycastle who could not have told him much of what 1 have just written; yet he 7 represents Alaster s family as being employed about 1641 in making frequent piratical incursions into Antrim. If it were so, they must have been employed in lifting their own cattle, and plundering and mur- dering their own tenantry. Dr. Eeid’s account of the affair at Portna, the terms of which Mr. Fronde prudently does not quote, is true, and is as follows: — “On the morning of the 3rd of January, 1642, a party of Irish Eebels from both sides of the Eiver Bann, headed by Alaster MacColl McDonnell (Colkittagh) ” [this was Alaster’s father’s name — Milton, in his sonnet, makes the same mistake], “ surprised a detachment of the British stationed at Portna, near Kilrea, under the command of Captains Fergus Mac- Dougall, Peebles, and Glover, and massacred between 60 and 80 of them in their beds.”* [This last item, “in their beds,” is not true.] Mr. Fronde’s “Massacre at Portna” was therefore a military stratagem, accepted as legitimate in the war- code of every nation in Europe, and not a massacre. You have devoted twenty-one pages of your Mas- sacres q/ 1641 to this subject, under the heading “ The Portna Massacre,” and have given the testi- mony of fifteen witnesses in proof of it. I have read this evidence carefully more than once, and I assert that from end to end of it there is not the shadow of proof or imputation that Alaster McDonnell was implicated in the death of man, woman, or child, ex- * See Dr. Eeid’s History of Presbyterianism in Ireland^ vol. i. p. 324, Edition of 1834, Edinburgh. cept that of soldiers, in his night attack at Portna. But I do find in it some testimony that he was not altogether devoid of humanity. At p. 235 of your first volume, Donnell MacCart deposes that he was a soldier of Fergus McDougall’s company of the troops attacked hy Alaster, and says: — “ Two hours before day, when this examt, and five or six more of the said Fergus McDougaU’s company were taken prisoners, and their lives saved by Alaster McColl because they were highlanders. And this deponent saith that he believes there were about forty of the British murdered that night.” [Fergus Fullerton, another soldier of the same regiment deposes,*] ^'That this examt. was at the same time wounded in the head by one of Alexander McDonnell’s soldiers, and that Alexander McDonnell gave him quarter for his life.” [The same witness deposes] — “ The next morning James MacDonnell, Gilduffe, O’Cahan, and Alexander McDonnell, and John Mortimer, wrote a letter to Captain Digby, who with the British kept Dunluce Castle, thereby summoning and requiring him to surrender it or else they would burn the town of Dunluce, and that upon refusal to surrender it Gilduffe, O’Cahan and John Mortimer caused the town of Dunluce to be burned, which the said Alexander McDonnell would not consent unto, but went away with his company. Next day they marched back to Oldstown where they made a proclamation that any that spoke English should be hanged, upon which Alexander bade his soldiers and those he had protected not to speak English for twenty- four hours, being ready to fall out with the Irish that made such a proclamation. . . . And this examt. was after this set at liberty.” Two other instances of humanity on the part of Alaster, rare indeed at this deplorable period of Ire- * Witness No. xxxvi. p. 239 of your first volume. 9 lancVs sad history, have come to my knowledge. He had just given a complete defeat to the remnant of the troops he had attacked at Portna, reinforced by men capable of bearing arms from among the Protestant refugees in Coleraine, to the number of about 800. Their leader, Archibald Stewart, marched out to attack Alaster at the Laney near Ballymoney, with a nearly equal force, about a month after the Portna affair. The Kev. Mr. Clogy, step son-in-law to that most excellent man Bishop Bedell, rector of and resi- dent in Cavan for the first eight months of the war, gives the following terrific account of the battle : — “The Scots then throughout all the province of Ulster, where they were most numerous, betook themselves to holds, leaving all the open country to the enemy; for the first attempt of Coll Kiltagh had so frighted them that they thought no man was able to stand before that son of Anak. In his first encounter with a few Irish highlanders and some of Antrim’s rebels (that were brethern in evil) against 800 English and Scots, having commanded these murderers to lay down all their fire-arms, he fell in amongst them with swords and dirks or sceanes, in so furious irresistible a manner, that it was reported that not a man of them escaped of all the 800, the first and greatest loss in battle that we sustained in all that war save one in Munster (under the unhappy conduct of Sir Charles Vavasour.)” Immediately after this battle, Alaster besieged Coleraine. It is probable that his object was merely to coop up Stewart with the remnant of his regiment and the Presbyterian refugees, so as to prevent any hostile proceedings against the Irish peasantry. The Eev. Mr. Hill, in his McDonnelh of Antrim^ gives 10 the following account of the manner in which the siege was conducted : — '‘On this occasion Alaster MacColl, who was chief in command, consented, so to relax the severity of the siege, that the inhabitants not only got ample space for themselves and their cattle, but were supplied with the best descriptions of food, beef, and oatmeal. Alaster MacColl, who had here the fate of so many Presbyterians literally in his hands, thus dealt with them very much more humanely than even the rules of modern warfare would permit, and certainly very much more so than the Presbyterians would have dealt to him had the circumstances been reversed.”* The beef and oatmeal came from Lord Antrim. He had taken his wife, the Duchess of Buckingham, in the beginning of the outbreak to Slane, near Drogheda, for safety. “ He had now returned,” says Carte, “ to his seat f at Dunluce, a strong castle by the seaside, and after his arrival there found means to supply Coleraine, which had been blocked up by the Irish, and was reduced to extremity, with 100 beeves and 60 loads of corn, and other provisions at his own expense.” Again, when crossing the Irish Sea and North Channel, on his way to join Montrose, Alaster met and captured two ships of the Covenant under Colonel Munro, carrying supplies to the Scottish troops in Ulster. There were three Presbyterian ministers on board, of whom Alaster made prisoners. * See the Eev. Mr. Hill’s The McDonnells of Antrim, p. 72, note 88. t See " Cartels Life of Ormond f vol. i. p. 188. 11 in the hope that he might exchange them for his father and two brothers, at this time prisoners to Argyle. The rest of the men he released. If the circumstances had been reversed in this case — if the two vessels had been taking supplies to the Irish enemy with three priests on board, and had the other ships carried Parliamentary troops, the three priests would, instanter, have been hanged from the yard- arms of their own ships, and not improbably the rest of the men would have been tied, two and two, back to back, and thrown overboard. As a lady cannot be expected to be critically well informed respecting the difference between military surprises and massacres, I will set forth for you true samples of both which occurred in England and Scot- land within four years of the Portna surprise. In 1643, Prince Kupert made an attack on the Parliamentarians, in which many men were slain or taken prisoners; and Hampden (one of the best, the purest, and the noblest — if I ought not to have said the best, the purest, and the noblest, of the Par- liamentary patriots) received his death-wound. This was a legitimate military surprise. In September 1845, David Leslie marched with 6,000 Scottish horse from the siege of Hereford, to attack Montrose at Philiphaugh, on the bank of the Ettrick, close to Selkirk. Montrose’s force amounted to about 1,500 men, seven or eight hundred of whom were Irish. In the grey dawn of the morning of 12 September the 13th, and in a thick mist, Leslie fell on the Eoyalists. Of course Montrose’s army was overwhelmed and ruined. This, however^ was a legitimate surprise. The main body of the Irish retired to an enclosure — “Which/" says Guthry, “they maintained, till Stuart, the adjutant, being among them, procured quarter for them from David Leslie, whereupon they delivered their arms and came forth to a plain field as they were directed.” The Clergy, however, argued that it would be im- pious to spare the lives of such wretches — that Stuart alone had been admitted to quarter — and that the rest should be put to death; — quoting in support of their outrage on “the beggarly elements of justice and humanity” — [a phrase then familiar in the mouths of the elite of the Covenanters] — “Now go smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not, but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.” What followed next morning, whether these noble men surrendered at discretion or not, was a cowardly and atrocious massacre. Four hundred of these brave men were marched two miles up the Yarrow, enclosed in the courtyard of Lord Cassilis’s Castle of Newark, and shot down to a man. Three hundred women were massacred in the camp, and Grant, in his Memoirs of Montrose, relates that — “Eighty other women and children, fugitives from that dreadful scene, were overtaken at Linlithgow, by the Coven- anters, who flung them over a high bridge into the foaming Avon fifty feet below. . . . Thus man and woman, infant and suckling perished; for again and again were the conquerors told the curses which befel those who spared the enemies of God, would fall upon him who suffered one Amalekite to escape.” (Grant, p. 301.) The last hundred of the Montrose Irish Brigade were, in May, 1646, massacred in like manner on their surrender, to Leslie and Argyle, of the Castle of Dunaverty, in Cantyre, where Eobert Bruce was entertained and sheltered by the hero of Scott’s Lord of the Isles y at the time when his fortunes were at the lowest. They, with one hundred and sixty MacDougalls, garrisoned the Castle, and were forced to surrender by want of water. Sixty years ago I saw the bones of some of those noble fellows bleached quiet white on the beach below the headland on which the castle stood. I have now only to submit to you the request of which I spoke in the beginning of this letter. It is this — that you will, frankly and at your earliest convenience, retract your endorsement of Mr. Fronde’s calumny, and that you will give to your retraction the same publicity you have given to the defamation; either by publishing this letter, or in any other man- ner you prefer. 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