The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-06-09

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| chances of the impostor, and in the end, eleva-
| ting the democracy to the highest level instead
| OF keeping 1t to the lowest-the foe of bpotrv
from Whatever pulpit it may descend, or in
Whatever garb 1T may riot or play its maddening
pranks-the foe of tyranny in every Cline what
ever be the motto the mask under which it
marches, or whatever be the ceremonies with
which 1t is installed-acting as you have acted
true, as you have been true, brave soldiers
liberal of my service to the republic as you have
oeen--lf that be necessary, liberal of my blood
in the cause of the republic as you have been:
L trust that, If it be the will of Heaven to crown
me with the white lilies and the silver crown of
age, looking back upon q life well spent shall
be able to say, with the great foe of Cataline
the conspirator against the Roman Common
wealth
''Rempublicam defensi adolescens, non deseram
senex."
And why should not stand, with proud love
and courage, to this republic; herinterests her
laws, and institutions There is more than one
good reason for so doing. 1t not alone that
am grateful for the protection and the citizen
ship insured to me; it is not alone that regard
TINS form OF government and this condition of
society, as the finest and most truthful express
sion OF the national will, necessities intellect
and ambition, which anywhere exists but that
recognize in the stability of the republic
source of strength to other nations, and incen-
tive with them to a courageous emulation.
Whilst this republic stands; augments her
fortune; proceeds upon her high career; there
is hope for the most abject decrepid and disa-
bied OF mankind. AS the thoughts of the great
poet; whether in words marble of the great
artist; sometimes waken the most drowsy souls
into rapturous activity, so shall the example,
the written, the spoken, and the living word of
thls grand nation, rouse the spirit of those who
now lie dumb and torpid in the shadow of the
thrones that are moored in the full tide of mas
sacre, and in which, as if in the hold of the pi-
rate ship, the plundered liberties of the people,
bound and bleeding, battered down
Austria; the whole Germanic family, tongue
tied; the Rhine stagnant in her bed; Poland
still the Niobe Of nations and her state and
children cut up and parcelled out among the
robbers; hungary, with the knife at her proud
nd beauteous neck; Italy, locked within her
sculptured sepuichre, and a profane soIdiery
Keeping watch upon it; France, grimacing in a
masquerade, the glare of which blinds men to
the crimes of which it is the senseless and the
reckless carnival Ireland her people decaying
and disappearing faster than the ruins even
which ruthless civilization has yet left stand
ing on the soil; where, where can the eve, that
scans the history of this day. turn with joy:
without grief, withoutvenga withuot despair,
unless 1t be to this great commonwealth, the
power, the progress, the immensity of which are
mapped out IN those mighty waters of the great
West, from which came but Yesterday?
Here, here-glory be to Him on high here
freedom stands upon pedestal higher than the
AlpS-her spear is lifted to the sun, the rays
that flash from it shall descend-descend through
the blacklist cloud and storm-descen6 and pen
citrate the deepest dungeon, and there wake up
the Oldest prlsoner-wake him uD, not idly to
gaze upon the hills and his home afar off but
wake him up to wrench the bars that hem him
in, and with them slay the sentnel-though he
wear crown, and be impiously hailed the an
ointed of the Lord.
Young Ireland was so christened with a
sneer As in the days of Pitt and Walpole, it
was an atroclous crime to be young man. But
1T mattered little about the mocking baptism. 1t
was with the birth, the career, and the fate of
this party they had to do In the autumn of
1872 the first number of the Nat.0R newspaper
appeared 1t was unnecessary to say word
descriptive OF that Journal-the truth of which
1t was the oracle-the genius that gushed from
1t as crystal waters from golden fountain.
Wherever, in any sphere or service, there beat
an honest Irish heart, there that new testament
of freedom woke vibrations which, even to that
hour, had not ceased to play: there, if the in
teliect OF the wanderer has not been obscured-
II his heart has not been tainted with selfshness
or scheming, have the memories redeemed by
that gospel, the virtues 1t enforced, the destiny
1t claimed for Ireland, been eternally enthroned.
Such was the effect abroad At home it formed
new school of politicians, who sought, on the
highest ground, and with the highest agencies,
to work out the independence of their country
With what agonies First of ALL by the invo-
cation of pure, deep love of country-a love
flowing from a knowledge of all that was most
noble in her annals-a love that through all Vi
clssltudes, dark or brilliant, would be fresh,
active, and abounding-be to the cause Of Ire
land what the river is to the land, o source of
beauty, fertility, eand power-equaly true to
the past, the present, and the future-refecting
IN its depths the ruins of the buried age-the
green growth of the living day-and the mex
tInguishable light, the of freedom which en-
compassed all. Hence it was that the long ar
ray of all who had in days gone by, done good
service to the old land-soldiers scholars states
men-all were given back to the worship of
those who stood where they had stood in life
and were now, through this pious labor, made
the 1nhe1tors of recovered glory. Hence it
was, that from their uninscribed graveszfrom
the prescription to which a pretentious pru-
dence, an lntolerant loyalty, a base ingratitude
had consigned them-the men who had risked
all, dared all, lost all for Ireland who had ia
ced the bayonet and gibbct of the Dioclesians of
the English throne; who had poured out their
blood upon the field and scaifold, and dying
with sublime gentleness, had only asked of
their country, III return for the love of life they
gave her, that their epitaphs should not be writ
ten, until she took up her place among the ma
tons Hence 1T was these, the martyrs of the
islands, were from their sepulchres summoned
1orth and the DETAINED were cononiZed. But this
love was not to cling to the dead alune-it was
to embrace the living. Burying all those
corous recoilections of creed and lineage, and
calling, which had so long served SO fearfully to
influence the faculties of the country, and so
distract and render powerless the strength which
should have been combined--burying all those