The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-07-13
Our Irish Correspondence.
DUBLIN, Sunday morning, June 16, 1867.

DUBLIN, Sunday morning, June 16, 1867.
The pacifcaton of Ireland by the means of especial
Commissions is proceeding vigorously, although its first
ardor over and the paccators resting upon their
oars. Last night the good citizens of Dublin were
startled into remembrance that ermined Judges were
sitting and passing sentence upon prisoners who
condemned for that they not having the fear of
God before their eyes, and at the nstgation of the devil
did arise to subvert the Government of her Majesty
Sovereign lady the Queen in Ireland" In the dead
hour of the night troop of ancers like ghosty horse
men, with spear in hand and carabne loaded galoped
through streets behind them came the mounted
constabulary with swords drawn and revovers loaded
and then of those vans black ominous and large,
with policemen on the box and policemen the steps
behind whilst squadron of the Scots Grays" brought
up the rear AS they Numbered along the quays from
the Kings Bridge the reverberating ground, up
Cape street. up Dorset street, along the circular road to
Mountoy, rather Mountgref" prison. belaed travel
in the streets stood to note the coming cavacade and
knowing that either that ambulance" more filed with
suffering than the troop wagons for the wounded in the
fields of war; conveying Fenian prisoners Fenian
convicts-I like that name-they cheered in the teeth
of the warike panopy of relocated and buecoated
governors until from Arran Quay it caught up along
the ne and never ceased wherever stood until the
gates of Irish Pentonve closed upon the notes that
babe the prisoners be of good heart for friends
without their prison.
its dens should wish my countrymen in America would
know what ordeals Of martyrdom are borne without
murmur Here with some few exceptions, the press is
vena corrupt and slayish, and strains its utmost to
dsort or conceal the facts Of the fate of these who
would sooner meet death upon the battlefield than pine
under the weight of feters which CALLED their limbs
sore if they slaves. Not Siberia, with its mines
and snowy soltudes, with it's Russian governors and
Russian ailers concentrates SO much pain and woe
within all those boundaries which extend over it's four
thousand miles, from the Ural hills to the icebreakng
waves of the Pacific than does this solitude of stone and
icy hearts. have read of the pangs that break mems
do not believe that in all the world with the exception
of Portland Pentonville and here scheme cevery
devised to kill all human prerogative could exist under
the sum- Situated outside of the city, in the night the
thousand loopholed windows CLEAN with light, which
peers below and above at and front OF this con-
vict JAIL founded formed and fostered in the silent
system" These let out the glitter and the glow that
burn within into the gloomy air. and the glare and
glitter lift themselves up through the gassed roof until
the frowning darkness stops and aWes them back to
prisoners and aiers eyes again from the heaven that
bends over them know not how it is, but when see
the stony walls hard stern and nexorabe of this strong
hold of foes to the British Constitution in the day. when