The following is from the original in Clonmel Courthouse

Trial of the Young Irelanders 1848

County of Tipperary
South Riding
Clonmel Special Commission
21st Day of September 1848
GRAND JURY
1.  Viscount Suirdale
2.  Hon. C. O'Callaghan
3.  Hon. F. A. Prittie
4.  Hon. Hely Hutchinson
5.  Sir Edmond Waller, Bt.
6.  William P. Barker
7.  Stephen Moore
8.  John Bagwell
9.  Ambrose Going
10.Matthew Pennefather
11. Liet. Col. W. Pallisser
12. John Bayley 

Richard Pennefather, Esq.
High Sheriff
Same - M. Going, Sub.
                                                         
13. Thomas P. Barton
14. John Trant
15. John Carden
16. William Quinn
17. James Butler
18. Stephen O'Meagher
19. Henry Tranch
20. Caleb Going
21. Thomas Lalor
22. James Lenigan
22. Joseph Cooke


Pedder & Carmichail
Clerks of the Crown
Edward Sadleir, Esq., 
Secretary Grand Jury

 

NAMES OF PERSONS

CRIME

FINDING

William Smith O'Brien
Terence Bellew McManus
James Orchard
Denis Pyne
Patrick O'Donnell
Thomas Francis Meagher
Patrick O'Donoghue
Edmond Eagan
John Cormack
David Cunningham
William Peat
Thomas Finnane
John Brennan
John Preston
Thomas Stack

High Treason
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do

True Bill - Convicted
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do
do

********************************************************

 The following verses were written by Meagher in Clonmel jail in 1848, while he was a prisoner awaiting trial.  It is obvious, from reading verse eight, that he expected the death penalty. 
I love, I love these grey old walls!
Although a chilling shadow falls
Along the iron-gated halls,
     And; in the silent, narrow cells, 
     Brooding darkly, ever dwells.
Oh! still I love them - for the hours
Within them spent are set with flow'rs
That blossom, spite of wind and show'rs,
     And through that shadow, dull and cold,
     Emit their sparks of blue and gold.
Bright flowers of mirth! - that widely spring
From fresh, young hearts, and o'er them fling,
Like Indian birds with sparkling wing,
     Seeds of sweetness, grains all glowing,
     Sun-gilt leaves, with dew-drops flowing.
And hopes as bright, that softly bleam,
Like stars which o'er the churchyard stream,
A beauty on each faded dream -
       Mingly the light they purely shed
     With other hopes, whose light was fled.
Fond mem'ries, too, undimmed with sighs, 
Whose fragrant sunshine never dies,
Whose summer song-bird never flies -
        These, too, are chasing, hour by hour,  
     The clouds which round this prison low'r.     
And thus, from hour to hour, I've grown,
To love these walls, though dark and lone,
And fondly prize each grey old stone
      Which flings the shadow, deep and chill,
    Across my fettered footsteps still. 
Yet, let these mem'ries fall and flow
Within my heart, like waves that glow
Unseen in spangled caves below
     The foam which frets, the mists which sweep
     The changeful surface of the deep.
Not so the many hopes that bloom
Amid this voiceless waste and gloom,
Strewing my pathway to the tomb,
     As though it were a bridal bed,
     And not the prison of the dead.
I would those hopes were traced in fire,
Beyond these walls - above that spire -
Amid yon blue and starry choir,
     Whose sounds played round us with the streams
     Which glitter in the white moon's beams.
I'd twine these hopes above our isle,
Above the rath and ruined pile,
Above each glen and rough defile,
     The holy well - the Druid's shrine -
     Above them all those hopes I'd twine.
So should I triumph o'er my fate,
And teach this poor desponding State,
In signs of tenderness, not hate,
     Still to think of her old story,
     Still to hope for future glory.
Within these walls, those hopes have been
The music sweet, the light serene,
Which softly o'er this silent scene
       Have like the autumn streamlets flowed,
       And like the autumn sunshine glowed.
And thus, from hour to hour, I've grown
To love these walls, though dark and lone,
And fondly prize each grey old stone
     That flings the shadow deep and chill,
     Across my fettered footsteps still.
 

Copyright 2006 Waterford History