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chap, that the cold magnanimity of the master Y'as the very thing- H*'— which made the remorse of the servant insupportable.*

Factions But, great as were the vexations which AVilliam had toCastle!* 111 undergo, those by which the temper of his father-in-law wasat this time tried were greater still. No court in Europe wasdistracted by more quarrels and intrigues than were to be foundwithin the walls of Dublin Castle. The numerous petty cabalswhich sprangfrom the cupidity, the jealousy, and the malevolenceof individuals scarcely deserve mention. But there was onecause of discord which has been too little noticed, and whichis the key to much that has been thought mysterious in thehistory of those times.

Between English Jacobitism and Irish Jacobitism there wasnothing in common. The English Jacobite was animated bya strong enthusiasm for the family of Stuart; and in his zeal forthe interests of that family he too often forgot the interests ofthe state. Victory, peace, prosperity, seemed evils to the stanchnonjuror of our island if they tended to make usurpation popularand permanent. Defeat, bankruptcy, famine, invasion, were,in his view, public blessings, if they increased the chance ofa restoration. He would rather have seen his country the lastof the nations under James the Second or James the Third,than the mistress of the sea, the umpire between contendingpotentates, the seat of arts, the hive of industry, under a princeof the House of Nassau or of Brunswick.

The sentiments of the Irish Jacobite were very different, and,it must in candour be acknowledged, were of a nobler character.

* Clarendon’s Diary; Reresby’s Memoirs; Narcissus Luttrell’s Diary.I have followed Luttrell’s version of Temple's last words. It agrees insubstance with Clarendon’s, but lias more of the abruptness natural onsuch an occasion. If anything could make so tragical an event ridiculous,it would be the lamentation of the author of the Londeriad:

“The wretched youth against his friend exclaims,

And in despair drowns himself in the Thames.*’