The news was received by the lower part of the
population of Dublin with savage joy. On Tuesday night, bonfires were lighted in the streets, and people danced round them, expressing in some instances their delight that Carey was in Hell. His part had certainly been sufficiently infamous, but the plot he had unveiled was infamous also, as well as moat cruel, and the exultation of the Irish people in his assassination and his penal sufferings would hardly be so fiercely vindictive as it is if they did not look upon that infamous and cruel plot with something of positive sympathy or admiration. A mean and hypocritical informer of a singularly debased type must be regarded every- where with horror ; but if the crime which he brought to light had been felt to be loathsome, there would not be this fiendish rejoicing over his murder, and over those worse and endless sufferings of which it is assumed that his death is but the beginning. Every link in his horrid story, from the plots he laid to the plots he betrayed and the ferocious joy which his death has elicited, is a sensible addition to the dreary evidence of human depravity and malignity.
