The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1868-03-20

aon, currant Jeuy; Prairie Hens, wine SAUCE; NAL
lnyd Ducks Hheasants, QuAils on toast, ,Snipes.
VtgGdbLes-Boilsd and Baked Irfsh Potatoes
| Parsnips, Onions, Turnips Asparagus Green Peas
Baked Sweet Potatoes, Rice. Bread
0rname1ts-Fansy Pyramids. Basksts Of osudied
Fruit
Punry-plum Puddines Madeira wine sauce
Baked Almond Puddings; Apple, Cranberry and
Peach Pies; Assorted Small Tarts. Charlotte Eusse,
Calves Feet jelly. Bisquet Glace Vanilla and Pneap
pie Ice Creams, Cheese, Fruit Cakes Ladies' Fingers
DasertOranges, Apples, Bananas. Figs, Haistns
Almonds, English Walnuts, Hazel and Peacan Nuts
Coffee.
The repast was furnished by Tully, the cater.
er, and in all its appointments did infinite
credit to his experience and tact. For two
hours the company paid particular attention to
number one, during which period the rattle oi
small arms and the salutatory detonahons OF
champagne reminded one of mimic engage
ment on bloodless field. It certainly ended
in "smoke.''
Throughout the entertainment excellent
music was discoursed by the Eutaw Band, and
the strains Of ''St. Patrick's Day in the Morn
ing," ''The Harp that once through Tarah's
Hall, and ''The Wearing Of the Green," serv-
ed to give an impetus to Irish enthusiasm
wkich broke forth in spontaneous cheers.
| TIE REGULAR ToAsTs.
After ample justice had been done to the
several courses, the cloth was removed, and
President O'Neill, after warning the company
to charge their glasses, read the first regular
toast as follows:
The Day we Celebrate: Ever fresh and green
in the memory Of all true Irishmen.
General James Conner responded to the SEN
timent as follows:
The committee have done me the honor to
request me to respond to the sentiment just
given, s'The Day we Celebrate festal day
Of one whose privilege it was to leave his name
revered as the symbol of a nation.
After life stretched far beyond the ordinary
term allotted to men, and devoted to the high
est of human objects, the advancement OF
christianity and the improvement OF his fellow
perhaps, by the thought that the good which
| be had done might live after him, and preserve
| his name and fame in the memory Of those
among whom his life had been passed. But
what delight would have filed his eoul could
| he have seen, as in q vision, that the little
island In the ocean, the scene OF ms eartniy
labors and triumphs- scantily peopled,
without arts, or song or letters, unknown and
unhonored- one day fill the earth with
its fame; that the eloquence Of it's orators, the
songs of its poets, and the valor OF its people,
would be treasured as memories which the
world would not willingly let die; and that
through all that crowded island, rich in he.
roic achievements-fa above all the fame Of
its orators, its poets or its chieftains, his
name would be honored and his memory
preserved as the richest possession ofa people;
and beyond even the limits Of the world known
to him, far in the west, and farther still in the
summer seas OF the Indian Ocean would arise
new worlds, throughout whose broad domains
his name would be household word linking as
| in the bonds Of common nationality all to whom
the name of Ireland is dear.
| For sixty-seven years we and those who have
gone before us have celebrated this day in token
| Of the love we have for the land from which we
sprung. Far removed from the scene OF her trlal
we have vet watched with interest her struggles
to burst the deathly cerements of dependence
and rise to the life Of free people. We have seen
| her struggles end in failure and mourned over
her hopes deferred. But the darkness seems
at last to be passing away.
Even now we hear
motion toiling in the gloom,
The spirit Of the years to come
Yearning to mix himself with lite.
The thought may yet wed with fact; and when
| in the fullness Of time that consummstion be
reached "the day we celebrate" will memori-
| al1ze not the death Of man but the life of a
| nation.
The second regular toast was then read:
Irelund-The Lan6 of our Nativity: May we
live to see her occupy proud position as one
of the nations of the earth.
This called out N. P. 0'Connor, Esq, who
spoke as follows:
Mfr. President and Gentlemen: The senti-
ment YOU have Just so gladly hailed, klndles
anew within me the fame Of affection and hope
ior the land whose national festival we this day
celebrate.
Ireland-What is che? Rising fresh from
old ocean, enthroned upon the western wave Of
the Atlantic, crowned with the wreath OF every
genius, and decorated with every virtue, there
| sits the green isle Of the west. Eternal YER
dure robes her romantic hills-her lakes re-
| hecting back from their placid surface the
forms Of her antique round towers as they loom
monuments to her departed. Her pleasant
rivers, the Shannon and the Lee, winding their
way in unison with the merry peals of her bells
! that chime forth from every steeple In
| Ireland, and her capitol gathering within
its walls the proudest Of her talent and her
beauty-with yoke upon the necks OF her
people, and rod in the hands of her rulers.
tress weeps its silent tear-from the exile on
the deep is sent up the wild shrek Of dispair,
while joyously the cup goes round IN the pala-
ces of the rich. This is but an imperfect pic
ture of one of natures most favored cnmes.
Resembling the favored but outcast child Of
| fortune, though worn and haggered IN as
pect. and deep-sunken are the burrows OF
| oppression upon her cheek, the eye still can
discern the outlines OF o once splendid figure.
| .sOh. Erin when naturc embellished with tints,
| Thy fields and thy mountains so fair,
| Twas never intended that tyranny should print
The footsteps Of slavery there"
IroIond what has she done
Fontenoy bursts upon my view with the tro-
phies of that immortal field, which beheld
joined in happy concord the Harp OF Erin with
the Lilies of France, as they were borne
through the thickest of the light, upheld by
the gallant ODillon brigade What has she
done? She has nerved the arm that smote
| her; and sustained the power that spurned her
| and lavished her strength, her talent and her
treasures, and buoye1 up on the prodigal et-
fusion of her young blood the triumphant ark
of British liberty What has she done? The
ghosts Of Barry and Montgomery speak from
their tombs. Inkefmann, and Alma and the
Tchernaya attest the superior bravery OF Irish
troops led on by British generals, who never
| Hinched in the face of the foe as they charged
against the advancing hosts of Russia And
| the star Of McMahon rose refulgent In
| an italian sky, when his intrepid valor won for
| him the imperial reward OF marshals baton
| and dukedom, amid the crash OF French and
| Austrian battallons, and amid the carnage and
slaughter Of Magenta. What has Ireland done
! She has engrafted her vigorous and enterprls-
ing stock upon every family OF the Caucasian
race. The generous and aspiring blood of her
| exiled children has been emptled into the ex-
hausted veins of decaying nationahtles and