In three years they had committed such waste on their native land as thirty years of English intelligence and industry would scarcely repair.

They would have maintained their independence against the world, if they had been as ready to fight as they were to steal.

But they had retreated ignominiously from the walls of Londonderry.

They had fled like deer before the yeomanry of Enniskillen.

The Prince whom they now presumed to think that they could place, by force of arms, on the English throne, had himself, on the morning after the rout of the Boyne, reproached them with their cowardice, and told them that he would never again trust to their soldiership.