beamed with the rays of humanity, rode up to the carriage--she immedeiately addressed him in the most supplicating terms--imploring him to take pity upon a poor defenceless woman, who had not, and who could not injure him--He interrogated her as to who she was and how she came there.--She told him--He protested, that he did not before know of any such thing and requested to know, what she wished to do----She replied that she only required to be let on her feet, that she might proceed home. He immediately ordered the cavalcade to stop--handed her out of the carriage in the most kind and humane manner--conducted her thro' an immense crowd of armed men, and apologized for not accompanying her to Clonard, by saying, "she knew, he could not do it with safety."--Mrs. Tyrrell made him the acknowledgements of a grateful heart, and begged to be entrusted with his name, that if ever it should be in her power, she might return the kindness she had then experienced and repay the obligations she had received.--He said, he was afraid, she could not do him any service, and with apparent reluctance, told her, he was Captain _Byrne_!--He then returned to his party, and Mrs. Tyrrell having met some of the people in whose cabin she was a prisoner, they accompanied her to Clonard, where she was consoled for all her sufferings by finding her husband and children alive. The gentleman (for such his conduct evinced him to be) who called himself, Captain _Byrne_, proved to be Mr. _Byrne_ of Ballymanus, in the county of Wicklow, who afterwards surrendered himself to Government, and Lieutenant Tyrrell being in Dublin at the time, repaired to the Castle, had an interview with Mr. Byrne, expressed his acknowledgements to him in the warmest terms, and represented the conduct of Mr. Byrne to the administration in such a manner, as shewed the Lieutenant's sense of the obligation, while it promoted the lenient disposition which was afterwards manifested to Mr. Byrne. Thus have we given an authentic detail of the battle of Clonard and the circumstances attending it, which in fact have been but little known, no official account having ever been published concerning it. One subject of regret however remains for the victors in the loss of Mr. _Richard Allen_, who died of his wounds in a few days after at Mullingar, regretted by all who knew him, as a young gentleman of unsullied integrity and undaunted courage--attached to his King by the purest principles of loyalty, and to his family by the warmest affection--He was a zealous yeoman and a steady friend. All that seems necessary to add, is to say a few words respecting the fate of this Rebel Army and its leaders. _FATE OF THE REBELS._