beautiful and mournful.  The corn crop began to be tinged with coming ripeness; but the potato was blighted, and presented a spectacle as black and dismal as the country’s hopes.  This widespread ruin was the dread work of an hour.  On the morning, when Mr. O’Brien appeared in Carrick, that crop was the most abundant, promising and healthy that had been seen for years.  Then it appeared from sea to sea one mass of unvaried rottenness and decay.  Notwithstanding this, I spent hours looking down on the landscape, and mourning more over the mental and moral blight, which shed its influence on the public heart, than the plague spot whose dark circumference embraced the circle of the island.  From heat, fatigue and the effects of weak food, I discharged my stomach more than once, while descending the ranges of the Comeraghs.  I again took up my station for the night at the village of Sradavalla.  It was deemed prudent I should not sleep in the same house as on the previous night, and about eleven o’clock, accompanied by five or six men of the village, I proceeded to a house farther up the mountain.  Here the accommodation was not such as we expected, and we were forced to return.  On our arrival, I found my sister-in-law who was escorted by two boatmen from Carrick-on-Suir, and who reached this wild sequestered and almost inaccessible mountain village, after a journey of fifty miles.  A sad change had come over our circumstances since last we parted.  My hopes were then nearly a conviction, and I went on my way not alone without remonstrance or regret on her part, but with intense encouragement.  She had heard of Mr. O’Brien’s disaster, and a rumour of his arrest, had witnessed the prostration of the people, had heard I had means of escape proposed for me, and came with what money could be provided.  We spent that night together at the house of a woman who had been lately confined.  She endeavoured to provide tea and eggs, and we enjoyed our supper with as keen a relish and as high a zest as possible.  I learned that Meagher was in the other extremity of the county Tipperary, and she undertook to convey my message to his friend a second time, while his faithful scout would endeavour to discover his retreat, and induce him to join us.  She departed on her mission, having to walk ten miles over the mountain roads.  I returned to the place where I parted from Stephens, whom I found greatly recovered.  We remained that night at the house of his entertainer, where we were joined the following morning by O’Mahony.  We spent the three succeeding days in and about the woods at Coolnamuck.  Three more anxious days and nights never darkened the destiny of baffled rebels.  Every morning arose upon a new hope which was blasted ere night came on by some sad intelligence.  The news that reached us was partly true and partly false:  of the former character was the account of our beloved chief’s arrest, which took place on the evening of Sunday, the 6th of August.  In proportion as