Foreign News

The foilowing description of the cir-" cumstances attending O'Connel's liberation is' from H.C. thé correspondent of thé Liberator: Saturday Night, } September 7, 1844. $ Su'ch a.day a'a t'h'is, Dublin, probabíy,never savy before,: nbr will'see agnin. - O'Connel! FraS7 been tafteh from his prison, whe'rë ne was cohfin'ed' 100 days, and conducted to his house in Merrion square, in the city Át Í0, A. $L the' procession, arrangement for Vhich had been made yestei'day, and notice given all arbünd the city and for 50 miles" in the was formed at' Merrion square- -thencè to marclv to the' prison-, witli a tríumphal chariot for me obcasion, for O'Connell. I went to the prison at 11 & oclock, and stood on the platform of the prison gate. The governor of the prison, Daniel O'Connell, junior, and others.of O'Connell's intímate' frientís, were there. The crowd gathcréd about the door, consisted of many thousa'nds; and never did I see a muUitude so completely absoi'bed' in one subject. At 12, the prócession began to move past the prison, as it carne up from Merrioiï square. Two hours 1 stood there, amid the denser Crowd, tó see the procession pass, wit Tí banners and bands of music, of all the leadingtfades of Dublin anti' vidnity. At % th'e Car of'O'Conrieíl, it being neafly the lá'st in the procession, carne up before the gate. - Two armed chairs, moünfed high above all others. Then O'Connell carne out ot his prison, mounted thö Car, took off his cap - Repeal cap- =-swung it round with his right hand, and waved his left hand toward the prison, as if bidding it adieu. Theré he stood on High, conspicuous to all, amid' the frantic yells and shouts of i100,000 human beings. The procession started - O'Connell in one chair, his son John by him in another, in thesame chariot. A roar of the multitude aróse, as he started. He aróse again, waved his hat and hand to the gloomy prison. The procession moved round part of the Royal Barracks, the Court House where he was tried and convicted, past the Parliament house or Bank. As it passed the barracks, the carriage stopped. O'Connel aróse, pointed to the multitude of soldiers that were on the walls and barracks - as if to say' to them, 'Your trade of blood is useless here." As he passed the Court House, he stopped, took off his hat, and pointed to the building as if to say - 'They will never put me there again.' Such a look he gave that prison as none but O'Connell could give- so full of scorn, and cunning, and contempt, and fun. As the procession passed the house of the foreman of the picked jury that convicted him, the multitude groanedünd hissed. - As lic passed the Bank, he stopped, and waved his hat to that, and extended his hand, as if to say - 'VVe'lT soon have our Parliament back again.' Fornearly two miles, I was swept along iu the crowd close to O'Connell's cbariot, and saw the expression of his face, and heard the shouts & roar of thepeople. Not lessthan 200,000 were in that mighty throng. O'Connell was king of Dublin that day. - Policemen and soldiers were powerless, and kept aloof. Never was O'Connell's power feit as it has been this day. Never has he held such a Repeal meeting as this. I cannot put on paper my feelings and views of this scène. My heart was with the people. 'This must strike terror into the hearts of Ireland's enemies,' saidone, as he heard the shoutings. 'No minister dare now advise the Qüeen not to give us Repeal,' said another. 'The bird has flown, thank God,' said another, as O'Connell mounted the chariot at the prison-gate. 'Nothing left here now, close the gate." 'No king ever got such an expression,' said one, as the shouts aróse. 'Here comes all your fathers - glory to him,' shouleda wuiniui near me - meaning tne lamer of you all. As I went up to the prison in the forenoon, passing through a back lañe, I saw. little ragged boy washing his feet in a puddle of water. 'What are you splashing there for?' I asked. 'I'm washing my feet, and mother is to put on my clean clothes, and I am going up to take O'Connell out of prison, and bring him home,' said the boy. 'Have you a Repeal button?' I asked. 'Yes,' said he. 'I hope you are a teciotaller too?' I said. 'Yes,' said the little fellow, 'I am Dan O'Connell's mnn, and Father Mathew's man.' O'Connell is free! This is the one idea that possesses the people. Repeal they think is at hand, and repeal is to give hem food and raiment. What is to be O'Connell's next move, none can teil; ut he was never in a position so favorable to shake the kingdom, as he isat this moment, and he will use his power. Re)eal is the polar star of lrelnnd. Repealers have a right to what they nskj but, ifter all, itonly amounfs to taking power out of ono set of hands, to put it into another. But I cannot enlarge. All ïearts are Aill here to-night with 'O'Ccninell isfree,} and I envy not the man who does not rejoice at it.