lan, a printer, from Ireland, for 20 years a resident of America, and for a long time a citizen of Charleston, left here some months ago with his "papers" as a British subject, intending to go North with his family.
He went to Norfolk, Va., and tried to get a passport there for a long time, with the following result:
Finally, when Mr. Myers's shilly shallying became positively unendurable, an informal delegation of us, consisting of a Mr. Batler, of Savannah; a friend of mine, named Dick Murphy, of New York, myself, and several others, invested Mr. Myers's office.
I was spokesman for the party.
"Mr. Myers, we are sick and tired waiting here." Mark the reply:
"You d — d Irishmen, you come to the South to make a living here, and then, when the South wants you to fight for her, you take out British protection papers from a Government you hate, and go over to the enemy, and give all the information you can about us."
I have not exaggerated his language one