Cleveland daily leader. [volume] ([Cleveland, Ohio]) 1865-1873, 1866-05-05

Ana irom the marble niantie-pieee a Iooking-glass
she brings;
Then down The long and narrow hall her ghostly
garment swings;
COnvulsively the lady Laura to her pillow elings.
The rosy rays Of marnIns peer in glory through
the blind,
And milkmen in the waking streets their lively
The lady Laura smiles once more, to all her loss
resigned,
For q heavy Weights taken from her back hair and
her mind,
AFtemus Ward Speaks at n Fenlan
Meeting.
The great Snowman has returned from
the South, and has opened a regular cor
r~espondence with the Philadelphia Home
Weeklg. He went to a Fenian meeting,
and the following is the result, as described
in his first letter, dated ITO Home, April,
1866"
The town hall was jam-full of people,
mostly Irish citizens, and the enthusiasm
was immense. They cheered everybody
and everything. They cheered me.
"Hurroo for Wardl Hurroom
They was all goods nabers of mine, and
[ answered in a pleasant voice, "All
right, boys, all right. M~svoorneen, och
homer aroon, Cooshla- maereeI' These
Irish remarks bein' received with crate
applaus, I added, "Mushlerl Mushlerp'
"Goodl Goodr' cried Cap. Spangler,
who desires the Irish vote for County
Clerk "thats fus' rate"
"You see what I'm drivin at, don't you,
Cap?7 1 said.
Certainly"
Well answered, II am very glad
you do, becaus' 1 don't"
This made the Fenians larf, and they
said walk up onto the speakers platform,
sir.
The speeches we're red hot agin Eng
land and her iron heel, and it was re-
solved to free Ireland at onct. But it was
much desirable before freein' her tina. a
large quantity of funs should be raised.
And, ike gen'rous souls, as they was, funs
was lib'rally c~ontribOoted. Then arose
an exciting discus ion as to which Head
Centre they should send EN- to-O'Ma-
honey or McRoberts. There was CRATE
excitement over this but it was finally
resolved to send half to one and half to
t'other.
Then Mr.. FinnigaH rose and said we
hav' hero Tonight sum citizens of Amer
lean birth, from whom we should be glad
to hear. 1t would fill our harris with
speeches. joy TO hear from O man whose
name towers high in the geological and
wax fgger w0rld-from whose pearly
lips :
Says l $50 slow, Finny, go Slow
1--WE wish to hear" continued Mr..
Finnegan, moderatin' his stile summit,
from our townsman, Mr.. Ward"
l beg'd to be declined, but it wasn't no
use. l rose amidst a perfeck uproar of
applaus.
Isaid we had convened therein a meet
in as understood it, or rather in a body
as it were, in reference TO Ireland. i'll
know my own heart, every one of us
there, both CRATE and small, had an i'm
pulse fowin' in his boosum, Hand conse-
quentially." 1 added, "we will stick to it
similar and in accordance there with, as
long as Il spark of manhood, or the people
at large. That's the kind of man / ber
Squire Thaxter interrupted me. The
Squire feels the wrongs of ireland deeply.
on accounts of havin' once courted the
wilder of a Irish gentleman who fingered
in a loathsome dunjin in Dublin, placed
there by a English tavern-keeper, who
despotically wanted him to pay for q
quantity of chops and beer he had con-
soom'd. Besides, the Squire wants to be |
reelected Justice of the Peace. "Mr.
Ward" he said, "you've bin drinkin'.
You're under the inioo'nce of ticker, sir"
Says l, esquire, not a drop of good
Ticker has passed my lips in Is years.
[Cries of "Oh here, ROW, that won't
do."]
at is troo,' 1 said. "Not a drop of
good Ticker has passed my lips in all that
time. l don't let it pass EN-. l reach for
it while it is going by" says L. esquire,
harness me some morel"
81 beg pardon" said the Squire, "for
the remark you are sober. But what on
airth are you drivin' at2'
eyes" I said, "that's Just it. That's
what I've bin akin myself during the en-
tire evenin'. What is this CRATE meetin'
drivin' at? What's all the CRATE Finian
meetins drivin' at all over the country?
My Irish frens, you know me we'll enuff
to know that l didn't come here to disturb
his mornin'. Nobody but a loafer will
disturb any kind of a meeting'. And if
you'll notiss it, them as are up to this sort
Of thing alters come to a bad end There
was a young mani will not mention his
name-who disturbed my show in a GER
tain town, two years ago, by maxim re-
marks disrespectful of my animals, ae-
c%ompanied by an allo, han to the front part
Of my he'd, which, es you see, it is Bald
says this young man, "You sand
paper it too much, but you've got a beauti-
full he'd of hair in the back of your neck. J
old man." This made a few ignent and
low-minded persons larf; but what was {
the fate of that young man? In less than I
month his aunt died and left him q farm ]
IN Oxford county, Mainei The human !
mind can pictur no crater misfortin than !
his. II
No, my Irish frens, I am here as your j
leighbor and fren. I know you are brave {
and warm-hearted. know you are hon i
st in this Fenisn matter. i
Bat let US look at them Head Centers. i
Let US look at them rip-roaria' orators in
New York, who've bin tearing round for
a year, swearin' that Ireland shall I
% free. s
There'stwo parties-0McMahonys and i
leo Roberts. One thinks the best way S
5 to go over to Canady and establish a '
.rish Republic there, kindly permittin' t
he Canadians to pay the expenses of that t
weet Boon, and the other wants to sail 0
ireek for Dublin Bay, where Young o
leroy and his fair young bride went b
nd was drowning, accordin' to q ballad l Il
heard. But there's one pint on Il
which both sides agree-that's the Funs A
willin', them chaps in New York, [
D receive all the FuRs you'Il send EN-. Il
'ou send a puss tonight 10 Mahony, and c
mother puss to Roberts. Both will re- Of
Give them. You bet. And with other 81
uses il will be similar.
l was into Mr.. Delmonico s eatin' house
ne other night, and l saw my fren Mr.. ts
McFadden, who is a elekent and II
.nterprisin' deputy Center. He was sit 7
n at a table, eatin' a eanvass-back duck. b
of that kind, asyou know, israther II
Ugh just now. 1 think about five dol
RS per Poult. And q bottle of green p
sal stood before him. N
How are you, Mr.. McFadden p" I re
i'd. 10
sob, Mr.. Wardl l am miserable-mis- &C
-ablel The wrongs we Irishmen suffer- IT
b, Ireland Will a troo history of your te
lfferins ever be written2 Must we be hs
'reEer ground under by the iron heel of NJ
Briton?-but, Nj. Ward, won't
Oh eat suthin 2" 10
"Well," l said, eff there's another can D
ass-back and q spare bottle Of that green ps
.alin the house, 1 wouldn't mind jinin' It
nm in hahn Ground midas no Rrifo0ie -