Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-02-19
Starvation in Ireland America must
send the supplies.
DUBLIN, LIST mo. Sd, 1917.

send the supplies.
DUBLIN, LIST mo. Sd, 1917.
DEAR GARRIsoN:-
When we parted in Liverpool, and exchang
O ed our last cordial greeting on the deck O
the Acadia, | did not calculate that our efforts
. on behalf Of the slave were 10 be absorbed by
the wall of misery and famine at our own
doors, which is now almost literally the case!
But surely, thousands at a distance will ex.
claim-'This is an old tale'-'misery, Beg.
gary, rags, aye, famine too, are synonymous
with the name and history of Ireland! Yes,
my friend, ii is even so; for vainly have |
looked elsewhere for similar misery. During
last summer and the previous one, / travelled
some thousands of miles on the continent.
saw the hard-working Belgian peasant. ave.
his wife and children, too, toiling in the field.
l looked on the German farm laborer. either
delvlng the soil with his simple implements
OF agriculture, or guiding the old wheel
plough, with his COW, the only beast of bur
den, to draw 1t; | paused to watch the la
borerS o! the Alpine regions, both male and
female, at their heavy task. I saw the Ital-
ian peasant, as he guided his team of white
oxen, or the Tuscan girl, as, with her lonr
ladder, and her broad Tapping hat, she strip
ped The luscious vine of its cumbrous load.
scanned the Venitian gardener as he par
took of his frugal meal, sometimes at the bot
tom OF his W g%ordola, which served too as
his sleeping place. ] witnessed too, in Swift
zerland and elsewhere, human suffering and
poverty, the former in the shape of MS. H.
legible here, painfully contrasting with the
most sublime scenes which Nature, lavish
Nature, unfolds-the latter as it exists every
where Where the poor are-but in all, through
| all. | saw nOthIpu tn compara ,r;,b Ill =:
sery-nothing to compare with Irish suffer-
lng-nothing TO compare with Irish rags!-
What If The German peasant eats black bread:
he has enough of it-he hears not the cry of
his children waiting for food. What if the
Italian peasant be sometimes poorly clad, he
still wears his o,cn clothes, not the miserable.
wretched shreds which tell by their make
and texture that they are too often the cast-ofr
garments which the hand of charity has be-
slowed, or that p%inching penury has barely
enabled him to purchase at some repository
of worn out odds and ends.
But bad as matters were, they were ,reH,
as compared to the state Of things al present.
What II our poor peasantry had but their two
meals OF potatoes daily, with scarcely even
salt TO relish them they managed to exist ;
they did not die of hunger; they were not
9tfen found stretched a mass of ~lifeless clay
III Tx VI u llltlI OW u novels, tnOuUn want
in thousands of instances shortened their lives.
But alas! alas! starvation is now an every
day, almost an hourly occurrence. Now IA
mine stalks over the land, and what scenes
the next six months may unfold, few can,
without trembling, contemplate or antici-
pate.
Dost thou, my friend, know enough of Ire
: land TO believe this but IA true tale, or wilt
thou say to me in common with others, Is
not this an overcharged pictnrel' What are
the facts! The potato was the sole food of
! the mllllons-he potato has entirely CaiLed-
Eve have not had one on our table, Irish as
we are in this respect, for weeks, perhaps
months, although we would gladly give i6
or god. rer stone for such as pigs would have
fed on as the refuse of the crop in former
, years.) Poor as the -cotter was-lonely as
was the widow and her children in their des-
%olation, they still contrived, either through
their own exertions or the kindness of their
, neighbors, to save their little acre Of potatoes,
and come what would, rain, frost or snow,
, nakedness or rags, the potato was in the pit
1t could in some way or other be prepared for
food. But now the pit is empty, and starva-
ton is at the door of the millions. Hundreds.
r fear thousands, have already fallen before
the ruthless destroyer.
~ hSCuSJ my iiltHu3 nO SITetcn OF lmd0Ina-
l lion to comprehend our case; it is clear as
MONDAY: JJood cannot be had, our peope per-
ISL! A time is coming when, if supplies be
not increasingly poured in, money will be as
, valueless as the sand on the sea shore, to save
from the pangs of famine.
Where, then, TO whom must we look for
food-for available help in our emergency Z
r To you, TO your broad plains and widespread
tracts, teeming with fertility-to your wide
valley of the Mississippi, which it has been
said could supply the world! | say then, in
the language of sober earnestness, on behalf
of the suffering millions, use your pens and
your tongues TO bring down to your sea-coasts
every spare bushel Of corn which your coun-
try affords. We Want 1T ALL, for our all is
nearly gone. Your Indian meal, which some
time since was comparatively valueless, is
greedily bought up By and for our starving
peasantry, at 2s. 3D., Is. Sd, 2s., IOd., and
| believe still higher, per stone of ii lbs
Your wheat, your potatoes, your beef, your
every kind of food, is wanted here. 1t is
wanted fer nothing less than TO save millions
from absolute death.
Do your part, then, (thcugh you whose
hearts have been so long open to the cries of
suffering, need not the bidding,) to help us
with your prayers and your active aid, in stir
ring up the enterprise OF your country TO send
its produce 10 a ready and active market.
In addition 10 other causes of
suffering, VIC had the prospect Of great con-