'I shall be able to act up to the trust reposed in me. That pains shall not be spared I • think you will not doubt. .

'I have neither seen nor heard of Graham, 'since the half hour at Wexford.

'I shall lose an old and valuable friend in poor Nesbitt. I cannot tell you how I regret ' him. His worth and good sense are not to

be replaced. All comfort and happiness are ' at an end for Mrs. Nesbitt.

'I have done with the south, and have de'spatched François for my baggage, which I 'left at Bandon. My residence for some time 'will probably be nearer to Dublin. To'morrow I return to Blessington.

'Sir Ralph has written me a kind letter;

'but I have heard nothing yet from General

Stuart, though I wrote to him the moment I

'heard he was in England. Remember me

'kindly to him and Mrs. Stuart.

My love to my Mother, &c.

• Your affectionate Son,

JOHN MOOre.'

James Moore to Dr. Moore, in passing over

to Ireland to join his brother :—

My dear Father,-My journey to Holy'head was delightful. At first we passed

through the rich middle counties of England, '-fertile and flat; the harvest all taken in, 'so that there is unquestionably no want of 'food through the land, for those who have money to purchase it. Yesterday, before sun-rise, we entered North Wales. I never ' remember being so delighted with scenery; lofty mountains, sometimes ornamented with 'wood, oftener rocky and rugged, too steep ' even for sheep, and too bare to give them 'much sustenance. While travelling along 'the sun seemed to rise twice, owing to the unequal heights of the hills. The morning 'was unclouded, and the mountains were

clear, while the plains were immersed in

dew, which gradually dissolved, as the sun

warmed, and brought to view villages, trees,

' and the diversified appearance of the ground.

Conway, an ancient town, and the Gothic 'castle built on "Old Conway's foaming 'flood," is the most romantic place I ever saw ; 'it was well-suited for an old Welsh baron. 'We crossed the river Conway near the sea, ' and then the road leads close to Penman'muir. Nothing is more savage, I am per'suaded, in the Alps; and situated, as it is, 6 upon the sea-coast, in that respect the view ' is superior.

'We got to Holyhead at six o'clock yes

terday evening. I did not feel much fa

tigued; but I washed myself in warm water, ' and went immediately to bed. I was awa'kened before twelve o'clock at night to em'bark, and shall be at Dublin before twelve 'o'clock to-day.

'It will be my business to set off in the 'mail-coach this evening for Athlone, to see

my dear brother: but I imagine, I had al'most said I fear, everything will be over before I can reach the army, the news at 'Holyhead is so favourable.

⚫ Dublin, six o'clock in the Evening.

The account here is that General Lake has been surprised. His outposts guarded carefully the high-roads, but the French 'chose to march by the narrow paths; a 'complete surprise and rout was the conse

quence; six pieces of cannon were taken,— the number of the killed is concealed. • Lord Cornwallis, it is, thought, has so great ' a force, that the French will lay down their 'arms without firing. O! that I may arrive ' in time! I have luckily got a place in a carriage to-night for Athlone; and perhaps 'I shall still see the French in battalia.

"This in haste.

Yours affectionately,

'JAMES MOORE.'

'Moate, Ireland, 16th Sept., 1798.

My dear Father, James, disappointed in

'not seeing a battle, left me at Carrick Shan'non. That day I received a note to attend 'Lord Cornwallis, at Lord Longford's. His ⚫ first intention was to have sent me to Kilala,

and Castlebar,-in short, to the country lately disturbed, in order to disarm and quiet 'it; but having information of other armaments ready, in Brest, to sail for this country, he determined to send another officer, ' and to keep my corps in a central situation,

ready to move to any point threatened. After

giving the troops a couple of days rest, I ⚫ marched to this place, and have pitched my " camp in a convenient situation, a mile from 'the village; for myself I have taken lodgings; as no enemy exists, I think it fair to indulge; especially as since I left Cork, the 'beginning of June, till now, some few days ' in Dublin excepted, I have never slept with clothes off.

my

'I believe it is intended, if the French do not again derange our plans, that I ⚫ should cantoon in this neighbourhood during 'the winter. Great numbers of English 'militia are pouring over. It is found that 'the Irish are not to be depended upon, not from disaffection, but from want of discipline. Sir Ralph's assertion