Democratic enquirer. [volume] (M'arthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1867-1873, 1870-04-06
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1might hail the with prouder, with happie
But OH could love the more deeply thai
No; thy chains as they rankle thy blood as
runs,
Whose hearts, like the young OF the Desert
Drink love in each life.drop that flows from
thy breast.
Ay, the life,blood Of ireland
is flowing. You, statesmen oI
England, are you powelless to
staunch the wound? You are
sagacious, astute, wise mem
men Of culture, scholars, You
claim to be philontlTopists,
even Christians. You desire, l
doubt not, to serve your coun.
try, to uphold her honor and
save her from the perpetual
disgrace Of Irish poverty, un,
happiness and disorder
You, Mr., Gladstone, frankly
and far'irly admit the errors, the
fatal oversights,' the wrongs,
the utter incompetency of the
Government Of England in all
its course towards Ireland,
Heretofore all has been wrong.
You present your nostrum in
the shape Of Il bill to regulate
the Land Tenure in Ireland. l
fear it may fail Of any good re
suit, and may perhaps be po-
tent for evil.
L have read the criticisms on
that bill by an eminent Irish
lawyer lie expects no good
from it. Nor do l. I am per,
suaded that no direct legisla-
ton Of the British Parliament
can ever settle the Land ques-
ton in Ireland. That is only
a symptom. The cause lies
deeper, and needs aradical cure.
The simple fact is, that Ireland,
il rents, interest on mortgages,
dividends on stock, diffusion
of British 2aHital,' as it is call
ed, taxes, and the nNS2, pays = ~ to
absentees above forty millions
Of dollars every yeoGE--pot one
cent Of which money ever
comes back to her in any shape.
She can't afford these luxu-
ries. The balance Of the annu-
al produce Of her labor, that
remains for her people, is too
little to give them proper sup
port. 1t is from this cause that
trade in Ireland langulshes, and
enterprise dies.
I question if England, with
all her wealth, would long sub.
nit to this depletion.
Ireland is bleeding to death, |
and, Mr., Gladstone, you think
you can save her with sedatives,
anodynes, infnitesimal doses in
the shape Of Land Bills! You
will fail
These remedies might have
served some good end long ago,
They are q century too late
now. Too late! Too late!
England has thrown away Il
jewel that might have been the
brightest in her crown. The
waves have closed over it. The
deep sea rolls above 1t. 1t IS
gone forever,
The Irish people don't trust
you. Confidence, said Burke,
lis plant of slow growth
Whenever did it show bud
or leaf in Ireland that the self,
iShness, madness or wickedness
Of your predecessors did not
it into the dust?
As reasonable men, you can
not expect that the Irish pco.
pie could have confidence in
your good will Or your capaci.
ty to serve them; and without
that confidence, no law that
you can pass will meet any ex,
sting evil.
Statesmen Of England, can
you never learn to read the nd
lle of this Irish nature?
DO you not see that between
your country and Ireland there
lies past that never can be
'ecalled--Lethe is not deep
enough to wash out from the
irish heart, the memory of the
insults, the indignities, the ago
lies it has borne,
But what say the honorable
gentlemen Of the Oppotion
benches in Parliament? Hear
Mr.. Disraeli on Irish discomfort.
He saws. as well ne | rpmnm-