Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1843-11-21

eigner's interfering with the political organ
zatlon OF country. | care not As an
American feel the warm blood of Liberty
dashine through my veins-and there it will
dash on, util the frame, which it nonrishes,
must seek its parent dust. As an Ameri-
cn-as true mani am compelled to
look upon all my race as Brethren. (cheers.)
Who is my Brother'-IIe who shares
With me life's pleasures and its cares
Whose manly bosom nobIy bears
With mine the darkest. sternest fate:
The one with whom formed a part
And movement in the great world heart
Through which the glorious God-fres start;
No matter what his state
My brother? Here in my own native land /!
The one who breathes on foreign strand
To oil! To all my soul and hand
Save him who grasps tyrant's rod!
Brethren, freeman's hand to We!
On every brow | JOY to see
Glory and Immortality
In every form the God
The most tremendous cheering followed
the recital of these soul-s;rrng verses
Mr.. Wallace contnued'-I draw around
myself no narrow c'rcl,. Because the AL
mighty has been so kind as to encompass
me with the pure and glorious atmosphere
of Freedom, shlll wrap myself in the des-
picablc mantle of self
behold in mortal bleed
And quench when IN his sorest need,
The firesde in my soul!
Shall | say TO any human being, when
behold struggling in chains and writhing
in agony under the foor of the tvrant.
take care of yourself! cannot, shall not
do anything for your No American-no
one who deserves to be the countryman of
George Washington, will say it. The hon
est living should abhor him. and the curses
of the pltriot-dead will rest blasting plauge
spot upon his heart. (Chccrs.)
"The wretch concentered in himself
Living shall forfeit fair renown,
And doubly dying shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung" (applause.)
Yes! yes! as true Freedom aspires to
stretch her wings to the outcrmost pillars of
creation, he, who rallies I'm lcr her banner.
should Undue himself with her univcsal spi-
r,t, and keep pace with her ubiquty. [Grcat
chccring.l The platform, the only platform
Oh which shall ever st1nd, is as wide as
the earth and bounded bat by the archway
of heaven. 1t is the democratic, broad, 81
cred, and glCr ols pl ltiorm of Hum n ty.
There! there. place myself, and oh! that
il were i'll my power, to play from that sub
lime elevation, the Promcthcan Robbcr to
the storm cloud and hui its lighnings
against the b!asphcmous d,spot who would
degrade the heart, wther the spirit and sui
iy the form of our human nature! [Shouts
OF applause see my brother struggling
in Ireland! see his heart quivering on the
lance of tyranny! $ reich him to him nv
hand over the great deep. Chcers.l Yes!
| stretch TO him my hand-he clasps it
O'Conncll, the Washngton-;n-soul of Ire
land, if he could hear me now, would clasp
my hand in spirit, only as an lrishman or an
American could clasp it, and my frame
would thrill in the electric embrace. [The
cheering here continued several minutes. !
Ireland particularly appeals to the Amer
leans. not more on account of the blood her
sons, poured out in our revolution, than the
unparalleled misery which dcspotism has in
ilictcd, and is still innicting upon her.
1t will be difficult TO point out a country
which has suffered longer and more intense
ly under the dreadful effects of tyranny than
this land. Wellma that oriental appcllaticn,
"THE DOOMED COUNTRY" be applied to
her. Lovely in climate, rich IN soil. pre-
eminent in virtue, and radiant with genius,
il seems that, her merits, like brilliant tor
ches set III gorgeous temple, have attrac-
ted the gaze of the avaric Gus and proved
her ruin. Vainly have her sons plead the
cause of their bleeding mother; vanlv has
her GENUS pointed to the Orator, the Poet.
and the Hero who irradiated the Ocean-gcm
and shed an impcrishable splendor around
our race. Her holy cross is still tramplcd
under foot; her harp still murmurs mourn
fully TO the night wind, and her shamrock,
hallowed as it is by sainted memories OF
the past, hangs whitening in the Presidential
breath of the invader Yes. in the wear
1912 such is Ireland! In the blaze of the
nineteenth century," such is the land OF
Heroes! And who is her oppressor. Point
ing to The temple of Virtue with one hand,
aud grasping sword with the other, she
spreads desolation from the Canadas TO the
Indies, and hears groan of agony, from the
lips of millions, simultaneous with the roll OF
her morning drum around the world. Yet
she i glorious examplar of 5eneVolence
the beacon light of Freedom and the
Mecca of the souls most angelic aspira-
tionstw
Such are the terms applied TO the bloated
despot by those who truckle TO political
monster, whose robes are dripping with the
blood OF millions and whose footsteps arc
marked by the sepulchres of empires
tGreat choenng.l
My friends, lsaid Mr.. w. deep as were