Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1859-03-26
Our Washington COrFesPOndence.Wha
Direction will the Irish now take2
WASHINGTON, D. c., March 7.


DEAR SIR Il find, in the universal wreck
and downfall of the old Democratic party, it
has became very curious problem to enquire
what will, politically speaking, become of the
Irish9 Where will they, in the reorganization
of political parties, find refuge? To whom
now can they look for advice and aid
Intimes past, when the party -bugle sounded,
like mercenary soldiers of monarchial Europe,
they unhesitating fell into the ranks, without
question or thought, always marshaling under
the banner of so-called Democracy. They
worshipped the name regardless of principle.
But now that Roderick's horn is broken, and
its notes have died away in dscord, riot and
confusion, the whole army disbanded, and
its chiefs either politically dead or deserters
to strange camps, while the rank and file have
fed in detachments, seeking shelter under
new standards, what will be the fate of the
Irishman2
1.-The stands still, and stubborniy proclaims
Democracy, he is lost, for the foods of the Red
Sea have overtaken the cffigy of his old saint,
Democracy, and PHARoAH, with all his sinful
hosts, have gone down, buried beneath the
torrents of popular indignation.
There remains with his old party but two
Observation-Disclosures treachery in the lead,
and stolid ignorance, slavery and corruption,
in the rear. These are ugly and dangerous
associates, but they are so well understood as
to be no longer feared by the country.
The country has submitted and suffered
under these wicked rulers, until longer for
bearance becomes to crime. Democracy
now must die, and be swept away before the
angry whirlwinds Of popular disgust and con-
tempt During this great revolution of refor-
nation, where will the Irishman be found p
We do not ask the question because our SYM
pathy is in pursuit Of the Celt, and would res
cue him from the pitfalls that surround him,
for he deserves no more sympathy than we
have to throw away.
He gave himself voluntarily to party servi-
tude, abnegated his own independence and
individuality, for the privilege of serving a
master, whose dictation to him is law, which
he obeys without thought or inquiry. Every
attempt made by conservative and honest men
to release him from these false.hearted and
baneful influences, has been persistently re-
pulsed, and he has cherished his fondness for
vassalage with most singular infatuatiol. He
prefers political slavery under the banner Of
so-called Democracy, to the full manhood Of
freedom, with any other name.
The condition of the German is very differ
ent Freedom is as natural to him as servi-
tude is to the Celt. More elevated in his
thoughts and aspirations self-acting and self.
sustaining fully understanding for himself
the great elemental principles Of popular gov
eminent, no sham Democracy can enslave or
control his mind in action.
While the Irish have submitted to be as
clay in the hands Of the potter-to be moulded
into any shape that the tricks of party de-
manded; the German, guided by great national
principles, tasel upon interpretations of sound
political economy, has filed prominent place
in shaping the destinies of this government.
The Irishman yields to the governing infu-
ence of momentary excitement, and blindly
swears fealty to the voice of his adopted leader,
and is slow to believe that his favorite NAV be
his worst enemy.
Party policy has never allowed the Irish
man fully to emancipate herself from the spirit
of vassalage which was his European birth
right inheritance. The interest of Democratic
party has been to deepen his prejudices, and
passions, at the cost of his reason and judg-
ment. The party service required obedience,
not independence. 1t needed followers, not
leaders, and so shaped its capacious net, that
whether Orangeman or Catholic, White Rose
or Red, these was commodious apartment for
each, and there strange elements found shell
ter beneath this many colored canopy.
Now this network is broken, the segis of
Democracy destroyed, his talisman lost, and
the wretched figure of his old party saint, like
the head of Medusa, excites only disgust and
adherence. Like the deadly Upas tree its
shelter now is poison and death. Whittier
then will he wander?
In setting forth these facts, which we do