of one of the Dublin bankers, who so numerously failed in 1759, when, to prevent the recurrence of a public evil, caused, it was believed, not by banking transactions, but by losses in general trading speculations, a law was enacted confining bankers to that special line of industry, and interdicting them from all other mercantile operations. Edward Dillon was born at Bordeaux, whither his father retired, and, pursuing the military career, emigrated when only a captain, in 1791, and never returned to France till the restoration of the Bourbons in 1814. During this interval, his family's property there had been confiscated; but having preferred his claim, as the son of a British subject, for adequate compensation, as agreed to by the English and French governments in 1816, it was admitted, and finally liquidated by the appointed commissioners of both nations, in 1820, as may be seen in the London Gazette of Saturday, the 22nd of January, of that year, where he is named "Le Comte Edward Dillon," a title conferred by Louis XVIII., in reward of his faithful adherence to the royal cause. His sister, the Countess de Mortainville, divided the awarded indemnification with him. He had attracted great admiration at the court of Louis XVI., as may be inferred from his distinguishing designation, and the tongue of scandal did not spare the Queen; but, as in the other accumulated calumnies heaped on that ill-fated princess, not the slightest ground for the aspersion existed; for never had a single word been exchanged between them. He has now been several years dead.

The unfortunate officer mistaken by Lord Cloncurry for this gentleman, was Theobald Dillon, brother of

Charles, the twelfth viscount of that name, who, on leaving France, (whither the family had followed James II.,) and embracing the established religion of England, was restored in blood, and to the title. Theobald, however, with another brother, Arthur, remained in France, and obtained high rank in the military service there. Both adopted the principles of the Revolution, and in 1792, Theobald commanded a division of the army under Rochambeau, when, on his march from Lille to Tournay, with strict injunctions to avoid encountering the enemy, (the Austrians,) his desire to do so was construed into treachery, and at once marked him as a destined victim. After receiving a pistol wound, and retiring to his carriage, he was hacked to pieces by the infuriate soldiery, on the 28th of August, 1792, when the chief of his staff, Colonel Berthois, and others, were also slain. His brother, Arthur, continued constant to the Republican cause; but it availed him not against the sanguinary rule of Robespierre; and on the 14th of April, 1794, he, too, fell a sacrifice to the tyrant's thirst of blood, when, as previously stated, from some accidental circumstances, of which I spare the recital, I had rather a narrow escape from being involved in the same condemnation. (See page 54 ante.) Arthur, who at his death, was in his forty-fourth year, left two daughters, one of whom married General Bertrand, Napoleon's "Grand Maréchal du Palais," and with him accompanied the imperial captive to St. Helena, whence, on that meteoric personage's decease in 1821, they returned to France, where both died within these few years. The Abbé Montgaillard, in his "Histoire de France," (tome ii., p. 220,) confounds this Arthur

with Beau Dillon; and our peerages wholly omit the massacred Theobald, in their enumeration of the brothers, while distinctly mentioned as such in the French genealogies. His slaughter, I well remember, created a deep horror at the time, when no doubt was entertained of the relationship. At all events, he

could not have been the Beau Dillon, who survived him by thirty years, and expired in tranquil dissolution. The Dillons, who had adhered to the adverse fortune of James, were Colonels-propriétaires of the Irish brigade, to which they imparted their name in France; and when transferred to the British service in 1794, though only for a short space, the then Colonel became I believe, the oldest in our army. For these details, I must trust to the reader's indulgence, as relating to Irishmen, which the Dillons, though natives of France, uniformly claimed to be; and more pages, we know, are often required to disprove an error, than words to affirm it. Engaged similarly to Beau Dillon in pursuit of indemnity for unjustly seized property, I had ample opportunities of ascertaining the facts which I state, relative to him distinctively.

How Lord Cloncurry's friend, Mr. Lattin, contrived to avoid the melancholy fate of Theobald Dillon, when in the same carriage, and exposed to the not always discriminating sabres of enraged troops, we know not. And yet it requires some elucidation; for Berthois, the chief of Dillon's Staff, as we have seen, shared his commander's destiny.

The Mr. Mac Namara, on whose eminence as a conveyancer, as well as on his gastronomic celebrity, Lord Cloncurry dwells at page 40, was of the ancient sept of that name in Clare, and what was then called

a Chamber-Counsellor, being debarred from the public exercise of his profession as a Catholic. The Prince of Wales, as there stated, was a frequent guest at the table of this modern Apicius; and I have been assured by his niece, then living with the counsellor, that his royal highness, as we may believe, was uniformly carried to bed in a state of utter insensibility, though, until thus obscured in mind, he could make his society most pleasing. MacNamara's professional gains, as I also learned from his niece, exceeded £4,000 a year, but his hospitable habits absorbed the whole, and he left little or nothing at his demise. Miss MacNamara, while under his roof, married Mr. John O'Brien, of Limerick, uncle of the present representative of that city, and of Mr. Serjeant O'Brien, my grand-nephews; but she became an early widow.

During his imprisonment, on suspicion of disloyal principles, it was thought that Lord Cloncurry's health was impaired, as we are told at page 106, and he was attended by Sir John Hayes. This gentleman was a native of Limerick, the son of a respectable shoemaker, who gave him an education that enabled him to obtain the appointment of surgeon, during the American war, on board the vessel in which Prince William Henry, afterwards William IV., entered the naval service. He soon attracted the favourable notice of the royal sailor, whose unvarying protection he long enjoyed, and, from his talents and character, well deserved. After years of absence, he paid in or about 1783, a short visit to his parents, whom my father, in compliment to him, who brought a letter of introduction, invited to dinner together with him. I well recollect how much the humble but excellent couple

obviously felt out of their element in unwonted society, while their son had acquired all the forms of polished life.

Arthur O'Connor is adverted to with just eulogy, (I interfere not with his politics,) at page 158. When by the government's permission he and his accomplished wife were here in 1834, I was almost in daily intercourse with them, and from my recollection of the lady's father, Condorcet, always a welcome visitor. He told me that the disunion and personal quarrels of the Irish Legion, engaged in the service of republican France, and more especially the rancorous duel between the officers, McSweeny and Corbet, both from Cork, had deservedly and utterly estranged and disgusted the French successive rulers, particularly Napoleon, in whose triumphs they consequently were not allowed to participate as a national body. O'Connor, on my inquiry, gave me to understand that he probably would publish his Memoirs, which could not fail of being highly interesting; but his wife urged me to use my influence to prevent him. Her objections, which indeed she did not sufficiently explain, did not convince me; but I avoided, in consequence of her expressed desire, any further conversation with him on the subject. As yet, whatever preparations he may have made, the press has not been resorted to, and possibly may not until after his death, which, singularly enough, I find, in an article devoted to him in the "Biographie Universelle," as having occurred so long ago as 1830. His son too is there represented as the husband of his own mother! After having for fifteen years occupied apartments in the house of M. Renouard, an eminent bookseller in the rue de Tour