Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1

[91] my only trouble — in the crowd, I had scraped acquaintance with a respectable Irishwoman, who, after various questions, discovered that I was an American, and imagined me at once to be a good Catholic and repealer — so when O'Connell made some allusions to the Americans, she said so as to be heard by several people, who immediately began to look at me with curious eyes--“You should n't disturb her, she's an American,” and they would for a time cease to molest me.... O'Connell was not great on this occasion — his remarks were rambling and superficial, distinguished chiefly by their familiarity, and by the extreme ingenuity with which the cunning orator disguises the tendencies of the sentiments he vindicates, and talks treason, yet so that the law cannot lay a finger upon him. He had begun his speech when Steele, a brother repealer, entered. He stopped at once, held out his hand to him, saying in a loud tone, “Tom Steele, how da ye do?” which drew forth bursts of applause. “And is he a good man?” I asked of a lady repealer (whether apple-woman or seller of ginger beer, I know not). “Oh, Ma'am, he is the best cratur, the most charitable, the most virtuous, the most religious man — sure, he goes to the communion every Sunday, and never says no to no one.”