Personal Recollections of the Life and Times of Valentine, Lord Cloncurry

General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1849 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: 38 ESSAY IN PAMl'HLETEEELNG. CHAPTER III. 1795-1797. Become a Student of the Middle Temple -- Hear of the Projected Union from Mr. Pitt -- Consequent Essay in Pamphleteering -- London Acquaintance -- John Macnamara -- Mr. Macnamara, the London Agent of Irish Politicians -- Ilis Mode of Conducting the Business of his Agency -- His Sunday Parties at Streatham -- John Horne Tooke -- John Reeves -- Colonel Despard -- Progress of Irish Politics -- Become a Supporter of the "Press" and a United Irishman -- Approaching Conflict of Parties -- Murder of Christopher Dixon -- Judge Toler's Charge at the Trial of the Murderer -- Eildare Petition -- Interference of the Government -- Correspondence with Secretary Pelham -- Withdrawal of the Patriot Members from Parliament -- Mr. Grattan's Address -- Suspicions of the Government -- Correspondence with Under-Secretary Cooke -- Lord Clonmell -- A bra Pleasura. Shortly after my return from Switzerland, in 1795, I entered as a student of the Middle Temple -- a step which rendered it necessary for me to pay frequent visits to London. During one of these, I happened to meet Mr. Pitt at dinner, at the house of John Macnamara, in Baker-street; and there, for the first time, heard of the contemplated project of a union between Great Britain and Ireland. The news naturally acted as a ferment upon my notions of patriotism and nationality, the product of which was, the publication of a pamphlet under the title of " Thoughts on the Projected Union." This brochure, which was published by Moore of College-green, was, I dare say, of no great intrinsic value ; but it was the firs...