The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-03-24

we cannot be satisfied If we are not free.
Mouonia! when nature embellished the tint
OF thy fields, and thy mountains SO fair,
Did she ever intend that tyrant should print
The footsteps of slavery there3
1t will be our stern duty to strike blow for
Irelands independence # ever the opportunity Iy
Offers When it will offer we cannot tell but
when it will, let us be ready and II at that Sol.
emn moment we are ourselves in the cold
grave let our children be ready, and that they
NAV love, as we love- and wish as we wish. let
| US teach them to celebrate, on each receding
year, st. Patricks Day. ..,. .
Music by the Band.
SECOND TOAST.
Pooe Plus the Ninth and the Catholic Hierar-
cha.-The heirs of the ApOstles-the advocates
| of rational liberty-Faithtul Shepherds, guard
ing their focks from the chilling mists Of In
diferencism and the surging waters of infdel-
ity, whose dark crested waves threaten even
| now to sweep over the Christian world.
Song by the Choir-Erin is my Home
THIRD TOAST.
The President O. Me United States.-The guar
| dian of the nations liberty.
Hon. A. Goodrich was called upon to re.
spond, but was temporarily absent from the
room. ... .., .... ,.......
FOURTH TOAST.
reland-Conquered but not subdued-The
land of sorrow and beauty-of poetry and of
song.
Responded to by Dillon O'Brien, Esq, in the
following eloquent remarks, which were re-
ceived again and again with the widest ap-
plause:
| country; this sentiment, always ennobling, be-
comes exalted in the highest degree when it
| exists in the breast of the emigrant, for no
longer allied to his country by interest, profit
or ambition, his love is free from all the stains
of earth.
| To-day, where tropical sun burns its swar-
| thy stamp upon the brow, within the shadow
snow-capped heads to Heaven, by the blue wa
tiers Of the Atlantic, where the fairy islands of
the Pacific sleep on their coral beds, in dense
forests, on wide spreading prairies, in crowded
cities and nesting hamlets, the representatives
of our exiled race pause in lifes labors, to gaze
back through mist of tears, upon that land
| 80 blessed by God, SO cursed by man.
| To-day memory fills our mental vision with
one picture, varied, indeed, by tints and shad-
ing, for each of Us looks upon home nook,
peopled by dear, lost friends and past joys and
sOrrows. Here, too, are the green fields we
played in, the NOISY well, shady walk, silvery
river, homes fire-side, loved faces around it,
| uc btllc anu graves, DuL
| no matter how different the shading, the pic
ture still is Ireland. Oh! beloved of my heart,
let the proud scorn you, the false traduce you,
| the infdel sneer at you, you are dearer to me
| in sorrow and in gloom than the rest of the
world in sunshine and JOY, and the tear which
your suerings call forth. ere it can fall is dried
up by the glow of pride, which mantles my
neck as proudly call you mother.
The story of Ireland has no parallel in histO-
~, for it is from pale-faced defeat she snatches
her brightest glory.
For over seven hundred years, battling for
her outraged nationality, she has, over and
over again, been flung down, crushed and
bleeding, but to arise and renew the unequal
contest. Seven hundred years-in that time
dynasties have arisen and been swept away; in
that time nations have come out of barbarism,
dazzled the world, and then gone back into
darkness in that time the faith of the simple
fishermen of Galilee has been multiplied into
ten thousand creeds, and still the fight goes on,
and still this grand old land bleeding at every
her old nationality.
/ tell you, you cannot match me his in his.
tory. l tell you victories pale before the sub
Unity of defeats, that like the crushed rose,
giving forth its richest perfume, have but more
fully developed the rebounding vitality, the
matchless constancy, the buoyant hope of our
cushld gal ma cAree.
She alone, among the nations, has not been
debased by bondage Nay, sufferings have but
exalted her virtue and quickened her genius;
in her night of sorrow her stars have shone
forth, giving light to the world.
She has given warriors to every land, states
men and orators (among them the brilliant
Sheridan, the profound and eloquent Burke, } to
her cruel sister, and her muse is still the sweet
est. When the chilling mists of indiferencism
and the black waves OF infdelity seem sweep
ing over other lands to curse them with worse
than Egyptian darkness, her faith stands out
bright and mistaken, and to-day she is the
most Christian, as she is the most virtuous
nation on the face of the earth.
1t is true tyranny and misrule force her child
rem from her fruitful bosom. Yea, If you will,
they stand in squalid misery in tattered rags
upon her shore, waiting for the emigrant yes
sci. You who scott at poverty, uncover your
heads before it now, for here it is sublime in
virtue. In that motley, suffering crowd, you
fat, we'll fed English emigrants-in Norway,
Sweden, Germany, and America but his lasci-
vious footsteps burst not pollute the soil that
Patrick purified and blessed. He burst not
raise his sensual eyes to encounter the fearless,
innocent look of an Irish, colleen bascn.
Its said that the lion will turn and flee
From maid in the pride of her purity"
Oh, am proud of my bonny, winsome, rosy
Irish girl! Out of her hard earned wages she
has given many comfort to hsr parents at
home, and helped to raise in every city in
America beautiful temples to the living God.
Here, in strange land, surrounded by tempta-
tions and vice, she walks robed in her purity
stainless as the snowflake ere it lights upon
the mountain-top Here, fresh from the rural
cottage, unsophisticated unacquainted with
rental restraint from fathers counsel and
mothers loving warning, proud daughters of
America, you are not her superiors. Yes, my
countrymen, we have much to be proud Of
much to thank God for.
We have, indeed, our faults. They are many
and great and the same fiend that haunted us
at home has followed US here and retarded our
Improvement and advancement Its names are
division, jealousy, discord.
Know YOU not that this demon has desc
Grated our affairs, leyeled our homes, laid waste
our fields, and sent US houseless wanderers all
over the earth? And knowing this, shall we
still warm the viper in our breasts? Forbid it,
Heaven! Let the experience of the past teach
us-the hopes of the future inspire Us. Let not
this anniversary pass away without its health
full memories producing good resolves. If