Ireland -- History -- Rebellion of 1798; Women -- Ireland -- Biography
It was in vain. Lord Edward refused to desert his post; and whatever
remained to be endured he would endure it even to the end.
We must leave him for a time, passing from hiding place to hiding place
between the fatal March 12th when the other leaders were captured, until
May the 19th, when he himself was run to earth at Murphy’s, while we
turn to the poor little frightened wife, who with no kind friend near at
hand to console her, lonely and desolate in a foreign land, with her
little helpless child, must bear her woman’s burden, and go through her
woman’s hour of mortal anguish all alone. After Lord Edward went “on his
keeping” she found it desirable to leave Leinster House for a less
conspicuous lodging in Denzille Street, whither she went with no other
companion than her maid and Lord Edward’s black servant, the faithful
Tony. Once or twice Lord Edward managed to see her. Once the maid, going
into Lady Edward’s room, found him sitting in the firelight with her,
and both of them weeping over little two-year-old Pamela who had been
roused from her cot that her father might see her.
In April, Pamela’s third child, a little girl called Lucy, was
born—prematurely, as Moore informs us, owing to a fright caused the poor
mother by the risk run by her husband in order to see her again. It has
been asserted, somewhere, that so high was the political feeling of the
period that no doctor could be found to attend Lady Edward. For the
honour of Ireland it is pleasing to be able to contradict this
assertion, on the unassailable authority of Lady Sarah Napier. Lady
Moira “mothered” the desolate creature, and saw that as far as nurse and
doctor went, there was nothing to be desired.
When Pamela recovered, her kind friend took her to Moira House, and it
was there the news of Lord Edward’s capture on May the 18th reached her.
Three days later, Government ordered Lady Edward to leave Ireland. The
order, which it was not possible for her to disobey, caused her the most
heartbreaking distress. But she was spared, then at least, the grief of
knowing that Lord Edward’s wounds were fatal.
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