The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1864-03-26

and order. The book will be en-
tertaining and instructive, and ought
to be in the hands of every soldier from
the hawk-eye State
Immortal Iowa What page in the
volume of American history is reserv-
ed for thee Long, long, will nation
remember how her champions of free
dom laid their lives upon the affairs of
freedoml How they left their mark at
Belmont how they scaled the heights
of Donelson how they shattered into
atoms the legions Of Price in the wilds
Of Arkansas
The national festival of Ireland was
celebrated by the sons of the Emerald
Isle in their own peculiar soul-stirring
manner The Fenian Brotherhood has
been only q few years in operation, and
its members are numbered by thousands
in Ireland, in the British provinces, and
in the United States. Great and SPLEEN
did names are enrolled in its ranks
The forthcoming Congress at Chicago
promises to be the greatest of the kind
ever held on this continent. Delegates
from different parts Of Europe will be
there, and army officers who have done
/ brilliant services for the Republic will
grace the meeting with their presence
and counsels From its deliberations |
augur splendid results for the unity of
/ America, and the immediate independ-
ence of Ireland Courage We Fenians,
to the trampled land Of my fathers.
your slogan is an emblem of hope and
signal of salvation Would that this
holy crusade had its Peter; that it
might unite and terminate upon the
Cunagh Of kildare
With hundred yards
And Englands guards
Drawn up to meet us there.
That the blades which blazed in every
land where freedoms pennon was up
lifted, from gloomy Hindoostan to the
gGttering shores of golden California,
might flash one concentrated ray Of the
sealed up vengeance for eight hundred
years Of patriotic expatriatiOn and mis-
cry. With singular impertinence a
Washington correspondent denounces
the Fenians as a disloyal society. Where
is the logic, and the evidence? Is it in
the daring deeds Of the decimated
Ohio 10th? Is it in the magnificent
valor of the 18th Illinois Is it in the
worldwide fame of my friend Meaghers
brigade splendidly battling for the star
nv flag of Liberation? Is it in the two
hundred thousand Irish soldiers, now
in the Grand Army of the Union? l
must confess my surprise was not equal
to my indignation at the charge of dis
loyalty, aimed at this powerful Organi-
zation | frankly confess, that the an
cestral fire burns in my veins and longs
for the crash of the downfall of that
thrice accused British empire.
FUNERAL SERVICES FOR MRS MARGARET
! JORDAN.
This morning, in common with a rev
erent crowd, ! wended my way to the
elegant Presbyterian edifice, to pay
tribute of respect to departed worth.
The capacious church was filled with an
attentive and impressive auditory
There sat relatives and friends clothed
in the emblems of grief The celebrant
of the occasion was Mr.. Plummer, the
Pastor of the deceased He chose as
his text the beautiful and melodious
words Of the Apostle, in his resplendent
vision
''There are they who have washed their
/ robes in the blood of the Saints"
The discourse was plain, practical, and
earnest; no transcendental moonshine,
nothing about the fringes of the North
star; it was an inspiriting and eloquent
effort. He exhibited the many traits OF
Christian character developed in the life
and death of the departed. She was the
friend Of God and the friend of man
She was known and loved by large
circle of admiring friends The hushed
silence on the streets when the news Of
her shocking death arrived, told the
esteem in which she was held. She
was identified with all the institutions
of Methodism, and her place will be
missed in the church, in the classroom,
and in the Sunday School Lamented
by her family and friends, her name is
bright on the fadeless pages of the i'm
mortal book life Dr. Ross, of whom
wrote in my last letter, assisted in the
solemn services.
But what of the singing? 1t was
charming and delightful have listen
ed to the full services Of Trinity Church,
\. Y, when every part of the sanctuary
was thronged Have joined in the
choral worship in the old cathedrals of
our mother land, where, with all the
accessories of the sublime architecture
of those timehonored fanes-the |
lzneeling multitudes,-t throng of !
white robed priests and choristers-and |
the swelling burst of harmonies that |
roll through naive and aisle, and over
flows every distant angle and shadowy /
chapel, until column and pavement, |
and curved vaulting and gloomy crypt |
tremble with the rushing tide, the soul /
feels itself lifted above the earth and .
almost admitted to that loftier choral /.
worship, where the melody of, "harpers
harping with their harps pours like
the sound of many wateFs-but | have /
rarely united in service so deeply |
touching as that of this day in that
house Of prayer.
THE PRESIDENTIAL CANVASS.
At a meeting of the officers and sol
q, four