The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-10-12

the nOr1zOn IN etteTS OF Solo Ooe al ye tnat thirst
and drink Come all ye that hunger, and be fed
Come all ye that are weary and find rest All ye that
are bondsmen, enter and be free"
Surely the man who did all these things was a
prophet" in his own land Not at ALL The aristo.
cratic person who swung heavy lash IN the tropical
woods of Louisiana foamed at the sight of the "carpet
bag" He knew that within that slab-sided, thread
bare, grinning hungryookng capebag, school houses
and churches railroads and teegraphs bibles and rifles
newspapers and primers, ct c@tera ct ctetera ct
catera were slowed away. And of all places in the
world for the circulation of these combustibes panta
tons the unsuited In fact master and slave
could exist no longer in land where school houses
raised their pebeian heads on every village green
Railroads brought travel and travellers brought tracts
The who carried the primer in his bosom moved
neosiy in chains In fact, from every point of view,
human and divine" our hero must not disturb the
patrarchal relations that existed between master and
slave Gather and child. Up went the Yankee and
his carpet-bag was burned in some city square, and
| !" order reigned in Moscow once more"
| But there was another restless spirit in the New
England homestead and another carpet-bag and he
followed on his brothers trail and he hung another
branch of the of treason Yet another and another
followed, until the entire {" family" moved the
enemies works; and 10! the black cloud of slavery
passed from the brow of Columbia and such smashing
of chains thrilled the earth echoed through
the halls of Heaven. AS usual, the "schoomaser is
abroad" and the school houses dropped here there
and everywhere through Dixie The gentlemen of the
lash gone render account of their stewardship
to Him acIo cannot distinguish coors, and the Yankee
eagle screams Liberty through all the land.
Now, indeed must our hero be the idol of the world
Not at ALL We hear the same old cry of " mean
Yankee" squeezed out between knit teeth from the
venomous tongues of the remnant of keeners' who
mourn over the triumph of truth and liberty"
That those whose serpent heads have been bruised
beneath his heel should turn their fangs against him
might be expected They have suffered and look upon
him their enemy. Revenge is as natural as love-
In fact love and hate spring from the fount But
that those who pinned and hungred and thirsted in the
old world, and who and found shelter and free
dom in the new, and who should be interested in the
spread of liberty somewhat having felt the effects of
slavery at home-that such men should stand in the
Yankees PATH and cry halt" in his work of dstribu
tion is inexcusabe
| We find some of our own COMPLEMENTARY few, and
growing less thank heaven-take up the slave cry of
mean Yankee" and hurl it in the teeth of the men
who have the welfare of humanity at heart Country
men, pause in your blind course Ask yourselves, why
do you thus insult the very who sent bread to your
starving people when they dying by the thousand
in every county in Ireland? When the cry of famine
came the ocean, whose heart responded with
more generosity than that of the Yankee? When the
same cry from the historic isle of Gambia, whose
purses open and whose ships went out to the relief
of the starving Cretans, but those of the Yankee?
From east south, north west, from black, red or
white, let the cry of want and suffering pass over the
land, and it will open every purse in New England