The New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

DUBLIN, June 16.

Last Monday about 11 o'clock in the forenoon, as Mr. Dominick Mahon was coming to this city with cash to the amount of about 1000l. on the account of his brother, Mr. Patrick Mahon, of Gort, in the county of Galway, he was stopped by six footpads, armed with pistols and swords, about six miles on this side of Kinnegad. Mr. Mahon had a servant with him, a Munster lad, who had 800l. in a portmanteau, and he had himself better than 200 guineas in his pocket.

Two of the villains kept behind the servant's horse to hinder them from retreating. Three went before Mr. Mahon's horse to prevent their advancing, while the sixth went up to him with a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other, and told him to deliver his money immediately, otherwise if he hesitated he would put him to instant death.

Mr. Mahon said he had no more money about him than was necessary for his expenses to Dublin, but that he should get what was in the portmanteau, which amounted to above 2000l. He hoped that they might not be used ill: and as the servant was a Munster lad that could not speak English, if he would give him leave he would speak to him in Irish, to give up the contents of the portmanteau peaceably. The robber desired him to do so, and neither of them should be hurt. Mahon took this opportunity of speaking to his man in Munster Irish, to pretend to open the portmanteau, but to shoot the villain while he kept him in discourse, and then to defend themselves as well as they could against the other five, as each of them had fortunately a case of loaded pistols. The servant gave Mahon to understand that he should stick by him, and follow his directions. He accordingly pretended to be opening the portmanteau; but as the villain was speaking to his master, knocked him senseless with the but end of his whip.

The two behind ran up to his assistance, one of whom Mr. Mahon fired at, and shot off his nose, on which his companion made off, while he staggered to the side of the road with his handkerchief to his face. The other three came now up with dreadful imprecations; two went to seize the portmanteau, while the third taking Mr. Mahon's horse by the bridle, presented a pistol to his breast, and desired him to deliver: Mr. Mahon told him he would, put one hand in his pocket, and got a pistol, and with the other seized the highwayman's, who immediately fired, and the ball went through the sleeves of Mahon's body coat without doing him any injury. Mr. Mahon then drew his pistol and shot the fellow through the heart, on which his two companions made off without their booty, and Mr. Mahon and his man arrived safe in town the same night.