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unscrupulous, and moreunsparing than Austrian aid in getting a place for him that of a despotism, and to this enemy she is handed stipendiary magistrate. It is one for which I over, bound neck and heels. Any two magis- think he would be extremely well qualijiell.Alas! trates will be able to say what a crime is, to and are our Irish brothers to be handed over assert that any Irishman is guilty of that to the tender mercies of this man and such as crime, and to laud him for six months in he ? Aye, that they are ; and, to add insult Kilmainham.

to injury, Colonel King-Harman has been Now, who and what are these stipendiary appointed Under Secretary for Ireland. It is magistrates ? Mr. T. Harrington electrified too pitiful, too horrible. the House of Commons with some interesting But, as United Ireland says, the spirit of the details. Here is one application — and no Irish people was never more clear and bright. attempt has been made to prove that it is not They will stand by their leaders, and we will literal and correct, “ My brother, Stephen stand by them. This is our battle, too. The Fitzgerald," writes the Knight of Kerry to the masses now, at last, are arrayed against the Lord-Lieutenant, continues to lead an idle life classes, and by the classes has the first blow at home, and has fallen into habits injurious to been struck. The last blow will be delivered himself and his family. Under these circum- by the masses. stances I venture to ask your excellency's kind !



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When we talk of ourselves as “the British instincts, and manners as the Celtic Irish, and People" we are too apt to forget what vastness indeed are almost of the same language. and variety is included in the term. It is in Now, these people have, in their degree, the same vague and misleading way that we been treated as bad, or worse than the Irish. talk of ancient Greece, and confound in one Indeed it is doubtful whether it is not the hazy mass the citizen of Athens with the citizen English blood which mingles with the Celtic of Sparta. Yet, the strength of Greece, in Ireland that has made the Irish so loudly the sun-like glory which still shines and floods protestant against their oppressors. The Celt the ages with its brightness, came from the has been noted as the bravest soldier who ever variety and individuality of the Greek states, dashed himself against the all-vanquishing some of them hardly larger than an English Roman legions. But the Celt once subdued market town. Nature abhors uniformity. We had a tendency to sink into gloomy and hope. know better than Nature. We make our less despair. Not so the Saxon; he never streets, our houses, our clothes uniform in knew when he was defeated. After that archdulness and deadness, and, worst of all, we rogue, William the Conqueror, and those minor seek to apply the cramping iron to human rogues, the founders of our old nobility, had bodies and human souls. The heaven of false landed in England, the Saxons warred against economics is a place where every man is exactly them with a pertinacity, and by methods, that like every other man, and lives in exactly the strongly remind us of the Irish as they fight same way.

now against their oppressors. Men like Robin But if England has her faults, she has her Hood rose, each with a Plan of Campaign that virtues. And one of these is an honest wish bothered fat foreign priests and bloodthirsty to see her own errors, and to correct them. | barons out of all their poor wits. The only Thus, she has begun to see that what suits difference between the starving English and England, what has been especially and particu- the starving Irish was the many murders and larly made by the action of the English mind, outrages committed by the former and the will not always or often suit other peoples. comparatively few committed by the latter.

In Ireland she is beginning to seek out what But Ireland has been several times overrun. is her duty, and she will soon do it. But the Each of these times has been marked by Irish people are only one part of that Britain ferocious massacres that make St. Bartholowhich is Celtic and not English. The High-mew's, in comparison, like some little grief of a lands of Scotland, Wales, and Cornwall are child when seen side by side with the tragedy inhabited by men who are of the same blood, that wrecks a human life,

Now, on each of these occasions the room humanity. The cot in the quiet glen, the few which murder left vacant in Ireland was filled cultivated acres, the sheep-run on the hillside, by Englishmen. Indeed, so great has been the the grass for a cow and a horse--these are all emigration from Britain to Ireland that it is he sceks. With these he can lead a quiet and hardly an anomaly to say that almost every | intelligent life, reading his book and singing Irishman is more English than Irish. Thus, the alternately mirthful and mournful music when the befogged politicians who take words of his native hills, as he sits by the winter fire. for thoughts and things, prate of the inability And that is just what we deny, what up till of Irishmen to govern Ireland, what they really now we have been saying he shall not have. do say is this :-“We have murdered half | But the Celt has at last res

But the Celt has at last realised one thing. Ireland, and filled the vacancy up with He has found that union is strength. The Englishmen: The mixed race thus produced, Welsh alone are weak, the men of Cornwall which is half ourselves, does not possess one are weak, the Scottish Highlanders are weak. of those many virtues so apparent to ourselves | Together, they are strong. They have that and so eagerly hidden from the rest of the force of numbers which is the only moral force world.”

Conservatism deigns to regard. But it is this very English blood in the Irish

A League of the Celts is then a political race that is protesting, as it has always pro

necessity, if the Celts are to obtain their just tested, against misrule and tyranny.

demands. At a great Celtic conference, held The success of the Irish-English Celts, as we

some time ago at Bonar Bridge, in the far might call them, has encouraged, and put life

North of Scotland, the principle of Celtic coand spirit into, the other Celtic peoples. These

operation was enthusiastically adopted, amidst are bearing in front of England the banner of

cheers that echoed far and wide through the Liberty and the rights of man. In fact, we

Scottish hills. For a time that was all. There believe that they have in this country a high

are wheels within wheels; and we do not preand holy mission. England has been so long

tend to say why that was not carried into under the heelof the oppressor that she has wellnigh forgotten the elementary ideas of right and

effect that was so enthusiastically resolved. wrong. England is really a conquered country,

But at last measures, we understand, are in which the conquered have, by seven hundred

being taken to bring together to one focus and years of struggle, wrested some privileges from

one direction the scattered forces of the Celts. the conquerors, while she has forgotten others.

Mr. J. Stewart Glennie, author, barrister, England was conquered by a robber class,

philanthropist, the head and soul of every which constituted itself her aristocracy, and

Celtic movement, has set himself to work. ruled her with a rod of iron. That class has

He has issued a manifesto to his countrymen constantly recruited itself—mostly from the

that must and will have effect. Dr. Dan scum of successful villany, but it is to-day the

Jones, a man whom Wales is justly proud to same class it was then. And in all these ages

call her son, ably and enthusiastically supports men havo forgotten what was the old law and

the movement, and it has the cordial support the old custom. The land was for all, and was

of Michael Davitt, himself a Celt in blood and clearly held by the chiefs for the people.

spirit. Gradually the robber class upset that high

We ask the sympathy of all Englishmen in tradition, and now land is held by themselves |

this movement. The Celts are asking now for for themselves.

rights that Englishmen will ask for by-and-by. Among the Celts, the old order lingered and

Therefore, let Englishmen support their did not give place to the new. The chief only

demand. There should not be—there must held the land for the people ; and that idea is

not be--any difference or any jealousy between as clearly fixed in the brain of a Scottish High

Saxons and Celts. They are brothers of somelander as is the idea that to-morrow's sun will

what different temperament. Therefore, let light up loch, and glen, and mountain. It is as

them advance together, and side by side, none natural to him as the idea of God.

saying to the other, “Be like me,” but each Now, when once an idea is created or say “Be thyself, and God speed thee." revived among a Celtic people, it is held with a fervour and a force that Saxons seldom

_ :0:understand, and rarely appreciate.

What nobleman is mentioned in the Bible ? The Highland Celt has no lofty ambition. The

| The Barren Fig Tree. He only wants to save himself from a civilisation that threatens to crush him before itself | Why is Ireland likely to grow rich ?-Because its is destroyed by the growing common sense of capital is always Dublin,


Monday, the 11th day of April, 1887, will very likely the articles had been written days be entered in red and conspicuous letters upon before the event, and the writers were enjorthe chronicles of Freedom. It is a day to rank ing Easter in some of those lordly country with those in which were fought Marathon and seats, the owners of which make a point of Bannockburn. Then, too, a battle was fought, “cultivating the Press.” The day was begun, not with flashing steel or flying bullet, but continued, and ended with enthusiasm. All with the keener, brighter weapons of reason. London echoed its enthusiastic cheers. London protested against coercion. The Easter Monday is hardly a day favourable generous heart of the English people was to a great demonstration. London workmen touched with pity for a suffering and strug- have few holidays, and these are far between. gling Ireland about to be given over to the cruel When they have a day that they can call their fangs of Theft and Anarchy, calling themselves own, it is but natural they should seek the open Law and Order. The town that hailed Gari. country, and enjoy the scene and scent of green baldi with a delirium of enthusiasm, and fields smiling amidst the woodlands, or that which has responded to every impulsс of liberty they should feet the merry hours amidst the in every country, at last recognised the claims harmless dissipations of the Crystal Palace and of Michael Davitt, and of Landlord-oppressed those other institutions of a like kind that shed Ireland.

ja little brightness on the London life. All The process of opening the heart and mind honour to the working men for having given of London has been slow, but it has been sure. up their holiday, and for having undertaken a If forty years ago anyone had prophesied such day's hard work when they might have enthings and such a day, he would have been joyed a day's pleasure. lucky to have escaped the treatment of Almost as interesting as the long-drawn-out a lunatic. Yet, as I passed along Fleet procession, with their music and their flags, Street, with the church bells sounding out on were the crowds that lined the streets. The that fair Easter Monday, and filling the whole meaning of these crowds was plainly evident, air with their melody, it seemed to me that and only to be mistaken by those who were they took voice and sang

determined to see nothing but what they So we'll bide our time, our banner yet

wanted to see. The spectators were with the And motto shall be seen,

movement. Everywhere was the green, everyAnd voices shout the chorus out,

where the cordial welcome to those who “The wearing of the green."

| marched past, on their way to the Reformers' Literally, London was “a-wearing of the Tree. green.” The green was everywhere. It One incident of the way struck me deeply seemed a nation of Irishmen. Young maidens and painfully. I had kept moving pretty much wore it in coquetish knots upon their heaving on the line of one of the great processions, bosoms, or buried it in the gold of their hair ; passing here and there, from one point to old men, white with the snows of many win another, watching with eager interest every ters, and wrinkled with the cares of many a detail of the march. At last we came to a reform battle, stood stern and erect as in their point where some carriages had been stopped first youth, when in '32, England stood on the by the passing crowd. I was particularly verge and coast of revolution, and bore their struck by the occupant of one of these. À green with martial pride; and workmen haughty-looking lady was watching the crowd crowded in their thronging thousands, proud with evident scorn and dislike, with that to march beneath the flag of Erin.

dangerous look in her eyes that the Roman Truly, it was a great day. The anti-Irish ladies must have had when they held up their Press has tried to sneer away its triumphs. white, small hands and decreed the death of According to it, the caucus commanded, and the vanquished gladiator. If ever eyes spoke, the men came, careless and unenthusiastic. her eyes expressed a wish to drive her fiery There is but one answer to such assertions, an horses through the compact crowd. By her answer too little given in this age of timid side was seated a lovely boy, who laughed and compromise—the anti-Irish Press lied. We do clapped his hands to the sounding music and not suppose that one of the men who wrote tho gay and fluttering banners. Suddenly his those articles was present at the demonstration ; young, fine face became downcast.

“Look, Mamma,” he said, “what is that poor had as many people she was considered an imwoman crying for ?

| portant colony; when Australia reached a “She is probably drunk," said the lady, | population so great she began to be considered and sank back into her carriage as it began at crowded. last to glide easily away.

I went from platform to platform, and I looked in the direction towards which the listened to many.speakers. Most spoke well ; little boy had pointed. An old woman, with all spoke with enthusiasm ; and each kal a a thin, pale face and white hair, cleanly, but large audience. It pleases certain papers to very, very poorly clad, was silently weeping. talk of mob orators addressing only a handful, Going up to her, I asked the reason of her who listened, partly because they were there tears. She replied to me, in a voice that was ( by command of their local caucuses to be an sweetly enough, but unmistakably Irish audience, and they were an audience. The

" Ah, sir, it's for joy I'm crying. It's never audiences were only limited by the range of meself that expected to see this day."

the speakers' voices. To get within that, in « Do you love Ireland so much ?” I asked. almost every case, needed enthusiasm and broad

“Ah, sir, me husband died for it, and me shoulders." sons had to cross the seas for it.” And again At last I left the Park, deeply impressed she began to weep. I respected her grief, and by two things : the greatness of the occasion silently left her.

and the order, method, and intelligence of My lady would not understand this grief. / those who took part in it. And, as I entered A poor woman; a poor, old, ignorant Irish- | the Park with one verse ringing in my ear, woman weeping for anything else than whisky: I left it with another sounding to me from weeping for her country! That my lady could Shelleynot by any possibility understand.

“Let a great assembly be Passing the Carlton Club, the bands played

Of the fearless and the free, the Dead March in Saul. Alas, the power

On some spot of English ground represented by the Carlton Club is not dead Where the plains stretch wide around; yet, is, indeed, far from dead, and is operative Let the blue sky overhead, to oppose every good and great plan that may The green earth on which you tread, be urged by those who love the poor, and seek

All that must eterval be to improve their cheerless lot. All that is dead

Witness this solemnity. in the Carlton Club is human feeling, and that

Let a vast assembly be is dead and rotten. The wish for mischief

And with great solemnity and the power to do it are terribly and grimly Declare with twice said words that ye alive.

Are, as God has made ye, free! At last the Park was reached. To watch

A SCOTTISH PRESSMAN. the crowd passing through the massive gate. ways like a huge and rapid river emptying it

_ :0:self into a sea, was a sight to awe, and yet elate, those who believe in the power and de The Standard says that “the British farmer is sire of man to advance man's welfare. Hyde struggling hard with difficulties through which he Park that Monday was one vast reply to the

scarcely sees a ray of light." The difficulty in the cynicism of the wealthy and leisured classes

way of the British farmer is landlordism. In spite

of lower prices and increased competition, British who, having run riot amidst all the good things

all the goou things | farmers have to pay to landlords sixty millions of life, at last adopt as their own the doc- sterling per annum for the right of employing trine which asks the question, “Is life worth capital and labour on the land which Nature has living ?”

| provided for their use. I said a sea of people; it would be more cor

Mr. John LOVELL AND THE LAND QUESTION.rect to say an ocean. From the eminence of

A most ingenious little book- re-published from one of the platforms, I looked far and wide

the Halfpenny Weekly-is written by Mr. John over the scene. A bright sky, a fresh wind, Lovell on the Land Question. He treats it with and people wandering in their tens of thou- great liveliness and much intelligence. In telling sands: that day the sun on his journey round the story of how land became what it is he is the world beheld no more remarkable spectacle. mainly right; but in advocating free trade in land When the crowd broke up and began to wend

for all the evils of the system he is altogether

wrong. America has free trade in land, and yet away in various directions to the various points

all the land-evils that have appeared here are refrom which it came, then the sight was almost

appearing there. What free trade in land does is sublime. Few large towns have more inhabi- to increase the number of the monopolists-it does tants than were moving there. When America | not destroy the monopoly.


Rouse the wrath and be a giant

People's Will, that has been pliant,
Though I do not krow

Long, too long!
The shiftings of the mighty winds that blow

Up, and stop the rusty chaining, Hither and thither all the changing thoughts

Brittle bond for thy restraining, Of men; though no great ministering reason sorts

Know the hour, the weak are reigning-
Out the dark mysteries of human souls

Thou art strong.
To clear convincing, yet there ever rolls
A vast idea before me, and I glean

Hear, ye loveless, narrow-hearted
The refrom my liberty.

Few, for whom the many smarted.
John Keats.

Hear my word!

I have heard the people's moaning, The human conscience is not a court of law, but

I have known the poor man's groaning, a court of equity.--Alfred Austin.

I have vowed a red atoning,

Saith the Lord.
“ Millions of hands need acres,
And millions of acres need hands."

Who have lived in pillowed pleasure,

Ye shall now, in righteous measure,
Let us sit on the thrones

Eat the dust.
In purple sublimity,

Who beheld the bondsmen sallow
And grind down men's bones

Pine, that ye in lust might wallow,
To a pale unanimity.

Ye shall feel young Freedom's fallow,
8. Browning.

So 'tis just.

- John Stuart Blackie. There is no more stupid blunder than to suppose that a good education spoils servants. When they are taught to think, to use their eyes, to see the In Ireland you know our priests are most of common sense of things, does it not stand to reason them men of the people, more peasants sons somethat they will do their work far better? “Mix times. And so they still believe in “ Blessed are your colours with brains," Sir Joshua Reynolds the poor," and religion with us means what you said. I am sure a servant ought to work and dust | English call revolution.—Miss Emily Spender. and wait at table with brains.—“ Until the Day Break," a novel by Miss Emily Spender. How vainly seek

The Landlord.
The selfish for that happiness denied I inhale great draughts of space,
To aught but virtue.

The East and the West are mine, and the North
Shelley. and the South are mine.

Watt Whitman.
Priests dare babble of a God of peace,
Even while their hands are red with innocent blood.

The Landlord.

" To him belonged the glens with all their grain;

To him the pastures spreading in the plain : I am now trying an experiment, very frequent

To him the hills whence falling waters gleam; among modern authors, which is to write upon

To him the salmon swimming in the stream ; nothing; when the subject is utterly exhausted to

To him the forests desolately drear, let the pen still move on; by some called the ghost

| With all their antlered herds of fleet-foot deer; of wit, delighting to walk after the death of its

To bim the league-long rolling moorland bare, body.—Swift.

| With all the feathered fowl that wing the autumn

air. "I saw an angel where they saw a man."

- Whittier. For him the hind's interminable toil;

For him he ploughed and sowed and broke the soil,

For him the golden harvests would he reap,
Coercion a few years ago.

For him would tend the flocks of woolly sheep, All constitutional rights were suspended. A For him would thin the iron-hearted woods, raid was made upon newspapers obnoxious to the For him track deer in snow-blocked solitudes; Government ; public meetings were dispersed by For him the back was bent, and hard the hand, armed police, whostabbed and bayoneted women and For was he not his lord, and lord of all that land ?" children, detectives dogged the footsteps of anyone

Mathilde Blind, suspected of sympathy with the people, private letters were opened and confiscated in the post office, and charitable ladies who collected money “ 'Tis liberty that gives the flower for the starving, evicted tenants were imprisoned Of fleeting life its lustre and perfumo -by the aid of obsolete statutes-as disreputable And we are weeds without it." characters.--Miss Emily Spender.


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