A letter from Dr. Nugent, the resident medical gentleman in
at- tendance on Mrs. O'Connell, announces the demise of that ines- timable lady, at the hour of half-past one o'clock on Monday morning, at Derrynane Abbey. It is difficult to say much in cases like this, when the feelings are overloaded, and a people are deeply wounded in the deep wound inflicted on the domestic happiness of one of the most
attached of husbands and purest of patriots. If strangers ever thought that the spontaneous effusions of affection and descrip- tions of virtue and happiness which burst at times from Mr. O'Con- nell were redundant, to those who witnessed that happiness and knew that lamented lady, they appeared almost feeble. Distinguished as the wife of the foremost man of' the age, Mrs. O'Connell was equally dis- tinguished by those qualities of the head and heart which sustained, in the most trying circumstances of an eventful life, her illustrious part- ner. None but those who knew Airs. O'Connell can forma just esti- mate of the feminine fervour of her affections and the masculine strength of her understanding.—Dublin Pilot.
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