Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1855-03-29

Thou gone from our presence departed our gadness,
Our hearts now bexail thee in darkness and gloom,
Then mourning with sorrow and dropping with sadness
We planted the my rite and rose DER thy tomO
Since then have sailed Ger the wild raging billow.
And wandered afar meath the SOuth's balmy skies,
bai my heart L aweary. and long 70 pillow
Ny head where the form Of my spirit bride Hes
And nov when the stars in the Heavens are beamRg,
And the mantle Of slamber is thrown over all,
in brightness thou contest To me In my dreaming,
And so'y and sweet does thy angel voice call
Francis Meaghsr on st. Patriek's Day.
What genial, champaign-havOr there is |
about the efervescent eloquence Of these
Irish.
The president hen resumed the reading Of
the regular toasts
3. Ireland our mother, forsaken, not for
gotten her children scattered over many
lands in loving memory return to her to-
night.
Drunk with enthusiastic applause. Music
THE Harp that once through Tara's Halls;''
and The Bold Soldier Boy."]
Thomas Francis Meagher replied. He was
greeted with enthusiastic applause
He said The sentiment You have pro-
posed, Sir, enunciates a truth, which like
most truths that have been taught US by adj
versity, offers no little matter for mournful
meditation 1t is in no mirthful mood that
/ approach it. Not in words gaily cOlored
with the summer light, which sometimes, at
such festivities, breaks-in upon the mind and
beauties the syl!ables with which its
thoughts are given to the wind, do speak OF
this day, and the worship of which it is the
witness There Is a skeleton at this feast
some few may not behold it. But to me the
shroud, and the sealed lips, and the cold
hands. and the beautiful head, bound with
the cypress wreath, are visible. Sensation
On the E:rdle of faded gold there Is in ancient
letters the name of her-the forsaken but not
forootten one-whOse sons and daughters we
this night. with love and pride, confess our
selves to be- Loud cheers. Not without
its consoling and improving influence, how
ever. there sits among us this silent admonl-
tion-as that yelled figure at the Egyptian
suppers. amid the flare and gayeties Of life,
conveyed the mor.'l, and impressed 1t deeply.
that this world was bit phantom, yet, that
in the soace beyond where it darkened or
slimmered as a speck, there was anchored an
incorruptible existence so does this pale
shadow. there before us, teach the lesson that
here-even here, in this shifting scene, with
all its SAL mutations, with all its woes and
weakness. with all its inslncertles and high
treasures applause there Is memory
which cannot be effaced, there is loyalty
which cannot be disturbed there is a bright
fact which, set and planted in the old chron-
icles. perpetuates itself in every cline, IN
every season, year after year, with the prom
ise that its vitality shall be enduring. Loud
cheers. II is festival of memOry-a festi-
val of filial truth, piety and love. The woids
you have spoken, Sir. proclaim, and, if need
be, vindicate it. With an exquisite tender
ness they announce that, on whatever spot the
sun looks down this day, on whatever spot
the stars come forth and keep guard this
night. the children of little slend-far bet.
ter known to the wide world by her errors and
nisfortunes than by such good strokes of for
tune as, for the most part, excite the interest
of the poor, as well as the prosperous of the
earth-meet together in loving sympathy and
remembrance. Hear, hear, and applause.
Brilliant though it be, even in this pictured
hall, amid these flowers, these fruits, these
sparkling wines, and with this gay audience
around us, we form a small, and to one who
would look down from great hight, an in.
significant portion Of that great chorus which
throughout the islands, and the continents
and the seas, commentaries to-day, in genia
Christianity of the nation to which, by birth
we have been privileged to belong. Loud
applause. In that fragrant island Of the pine
and the palm trees, under the arched roo
where the bones of Columbus have beer
gathered, there knelt an old man, bent down
and sremulous, and feeble. but with joyous
ness and elasticity of heart, praying for tn
beautiful land, on the face of which he ha
not looked these thirty years, and beseechini
God that, though he may not behold it, he
happiness may DC made perfect. Beneatl
the dome which spans the coffin of the grea
Emperor Of France, and in whose shadoy
the flags once borne by Clare, and Roche, an,
Dillon, are falling into dust there are students
and young soldiers, and artists-men VIII
have been born on the shamrock sod, o
whose fathers sleep beneath it-grouped to
gether, talking of this day, and praying tina
to the history of McGeoghan, the chaplain o
the Old Brigade, a chapter may be added, tn
glory set forth by which shall more than com
pensats for the adversities that have com
upon their ancient home. Within the gate
that overlook the Tiber, | well know that tn
silver thimble has this day swung its incens
up to mingle with the clouds that are tn
footstool of Him in whose keeping are tn
memories and the destinies Of the nations
and we'll / know that from cloister and iron
classroom there has gone forth hymn in
voking blessings on that beggared outcas
who. amid the SCOTS and buifetings of tn
multitude, has been true to the cross-ha
stood beside and chung close to it even whe
the eclipse came. Loud applause Fa
down the ocean in those cites of the South
the foundation stones of which were laid b.
the cavaliers Of Isabella, the Catholic, Their
are gatherings in the gloom Of the Moorisl
walls they too, speaking Of this day, an,
wondering if the Southern cross shall NOV
upward, and, in its radiant arms embrace
from sea to sea, the sands on which, in tn
dawn of life they left their footprints. B,
the Australian mountain lakes this prayer an,
hope mingles with the voices of the soltar,
waters as they flow in on the sands strewl
with the sparkling stones, and fragrant Will
the leaves of the perfumed woods that gird
them--I see, as / saw four years ago, tn
green flag flying in front Of an Irish home
stead, bosomed in the depths of the brown
Tssmanian wood aud hear, as heard i
there four years ago, the fond prayer bubblin.
up from the hearts Of an old Irish couple
that Ireland might be blessed, that he
wounds might be healed, and that, for til,
ignominies and agonies she has endured, he
crown of thorns might blossom into flowers
loud and renewed applaus,.l
JACK on SPREE.-A Philadelphia pape
says:
"The crew of the steam -frigate Susque
hanna was paid off yesterday, and some o
the sailors received as much as 8 500 each
All were more or less fush' and the most o