The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-06-29


and their idle brothers are the slaves.
Burying the Dead.
JEREMIAH o'DoNovAN (RossA).
Come to the graveyard, if you're not afraid,
10 dig my mothers grave. She's Dead
And L want some to bring the spade,
For Andys from home and Charleys sick in bed"
Tead Andy smple-spoken fool,
With whom in early days loved to STROLL
He'd often take me on his back to school,
And make the master laugh himself, he droll
In Songs and ballads he took great delight
And prophecies of Ireand's yet being freed,
Al singing them by our Preside night
learned songs from Tead before learned to read.
He'd walk the eeriest place moonlight night
He'd whistle in the dark aud even in bed,
In fairy fort graveyard, Tead was quite
AS fearless of ghost any ghost of Tead.
Now, in the dark churchyard, we work away,
The shovel in his hand in mine the spade
saw Tead cry, and cried, too, that day.
For Tead was fond of me, and was fond of Tead
"This load of clay will crush her bones, fear
For when alive, she wasn't strong
Well dig no DEEPER can watch her here
month or So will do me wrong"
Four bear Jien on a door; It's light
They have not much of Jien but her frame;
No mourners come for tits believed the sight
OF death or sickness now begets the
And those brave hearts that volunteer to touch
Plague-stricken death are tender as they're brave,
1hey raised JULIEN from her tainted couch,
And closed her eyes and laid her in the grave.
stand within that grave, nor wide nor deep,
The slehder wasted form at my feet,
What wonder is it that stro, weep
Der faminestricken Jillen in her winding sheet
Her head try to pillow stone,
But it will harg oneside, as if the breath
OF famine gaunt into the corpse had blown,
And bghted in the the rigid strength of Death.
"Hand me that stone child" in his hands It's placed
DO nhanr limo his OH ntaopo Hko
sthe stone within his handkerchief is cased,
And plowed on it Jillen's head again.
"Unte the night-cap string and loose that lace,
Take out that pn-there now, she's nicey-rise;
But lay the apron first across her face,
So that the earth won't touch her lips and blind her eyes,
"Don't grasp the shovel too tightly make a heap,
Steal down each shovelfu quietly, let it creep
Der her weak body lightly. Friend, do not weep;
Tears would disturb Jillen in her last long Sleep"
And Tead was faithful to his watch and ward,
Where'er he'd spend the day, at night he'd haste,
With his few sods of turf, to that churchyard
Where he was laid himself before the month past
Then Andy died a.soldering in Bombay
And Charlie died in Ross the other day;
Now one lives to blush because I say
That JULIEN Andy went uncoffned to the clay.
Fen all are gone who buried Jillen, save
One banished man that deodol0e remains,
The little boy who stood within the grave
Pines for his love OF Ireland, in his chains
How oft in dreams that burial scene appears
Thro' death, eviction prison, exile home
Thro' all the and moons of twenty years:
Amd oh! how short these gears compared Nth gears come
And in my dreams sometimes see the face
Of Jien Andy looking in my own
The rough-browed mantle clay-the pllowcase
The spotted handkerchief that soened that hard stone
e. Welcome the memories Of those of goutb
JHo mursed mig hate Of English pomer and aoromq,
That Aemed my manhood IN the path of Truth,
Amd helps n moO to "@feT calmly and be strong !'
MLLBANK Prison, May II, 1857
The BLACK FLAG.-Mr George Francis Train in a speec
recently made by him in Omaha the dinner given to Der
Wades senatorial excursion party, said:-
"Thomas Francis Meagher is old friend of NINE but
fear he has made mistake in hosng the black flag in Mon
ana against an entire race white was ke