Among the many gallant Kerrymen who fell up-holding the Union flag, and sealed with their blood their appreciation of the institutes by their obedience to the laws of the mighty Republic, we cannot pass over one, who on their fields, proved the bravery of the race he sprung from and honoured the noble chivalrous name he bore.
First Lieutenant Michael O’Connell, company I, of the 155th Regiment of New York Volunteers, eldest son of James O’Connell, Esq, of Lahardane, was killed in the engagement crossing the James’ river on the 17th June. This young gentleman held a most respectable situation in Dublin; but when danger menaced our Holy Father–The Pope–he resigned at once, and was among the first to throw himself into that war, proving his fidelity and love for the Holy See. He served during the whole of that campaign as First Lieutenant. On his return home he resumed his usual calling, but “his soul was in arms” and he joined the Northern army, sharing in the glorious victories and sad vicissitudes that marked that terrific struggle. Peace to his ashes. How bitterly must we not mourn such men. With what feelings would he have fallen had it been the green flag of poor Erin he held. His friends have the melancholy satisfaction of knowing that he died as he lived–an honour to the country of his birth–a pride to the country of his adoption.—Listowel Correspondent.