The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-10-20
Tf}E MORNtNG STAR AND CATHOLIC

be apoatIe of Temperance, who taught
rishmen to be sober, and in their sooriety
hey found an omni paterbe. ana an 'nvIn
ible strength and John Machale, ~"os ,
he priesthood, Of the genius Of Irishmen-
irst by the authority of his position, nrst
" the power of his inteliece, nrs1
~ the greatness of his heart, upheld WIZ
|. mighty hand every man that ever yes
pat g bis , yoss WEI t da tSs s'i
call him "the Lion of the fold" for like an
aged lion,-aged yet strong 10 the energy
Oh his wears, aged yet terrible in the voice
that he sent far through the forest gIadelx
so for fifty years has the Archbishop OF
Tusm lain right atnwars o tae at ae the sight
Of his eagle eye, and at the sound OF MS
terrible lion like voice. and at the snaKlng
of that aged name every man tnaS ever
lifted his hand against Ireland recoiisu :"
terror, for there was lion in the PAIN
The days of victory passed away, ana IN
the day when O'Connell gained the til
umph Of Ireland peacefully, intelies.namy
and. as nv friend, Governor Reynnios mas
said, by powerful agitation, became iounueI
upon eternal right, justice ana reason, dut t
not in the mere brute force OF arns, t tts
in the polished arms that come from !ne
armory of God-the sword of the word
in that day Ireland set her fret wreath
upon the brows of her great lrloune, 1uu
then turned with eyes glistening with tears
| Of love, and placed her second crown upon
the hoary brows Of the great Arcno'snop ~
Tuam.
God sent forth his angel OF famine upon
| the land. Death and ruin stalked from
end to end of Ireland; the children crio9
for bread, and Oh! God there was no nanu
to break it; the heart Of ire tnrned sWay s
and he laid his weary head at the loot OF
the Alps aud there, his heart broken, ne
Welded his spirit to God, but the lion re-
NAMED. The man who loved his people
as no man ever yet loved the lrisn rae,
remained. And what bore him through
that terrible day in which first had
the honor of loving and knowing him
What upheld the old lions heart
when the people he loved were dylng
around hint The love that upheld Mary
at the foot of the cross when her natarai
grief and sorrow whould have killed her;
the love that came from heaven above sus-
tanned him, and John of Tuam outlived the
famine of AZ. He is an aged man to-day
with the instincts of Irish ingenuity, irish
brain aud Irish faith he can look BACK TO-
, day upon an Episcopatso Of dfty years. u;a rS'
fifty years he has worn the mitre and WELD
ed the crozier in Ireland aud there is not
man in ireland who can point to a religion
or policical mistake in that life 7 He neve
: made a mistake in the great cause OF educa
II ton he never made a mistake IN the grea
cause OF permitting Ibo
q England to have hand, act, or part or litti
8 finger on any thing connected with til
% Irish Church. He always said We ar
IL here and able to do our own business.
% Never has he made a mistake in his patron
20 age of public character; he has neve
30 never yet been obliged to suffer the reproac
T. that others among his brethren have bee
y obliged to suffer and swallow, that the
at were the friends and patrons of such me
ae as James Sadiar aud Billy Keogh. Grow
10 o o-day, the Celtic blood that has flown
~ in those veins for eighty years flows
o, fresh and as vigorous and as free as eve
lst At this very time twelve months, just OF
e. week before started for America spe
oy eight days in the company OF that vene' All
=. TO- man, and every morning at six o'clock, ra
e. or shine, there was the aged Archbisho
ne his white hair falling like the untrodd
nc snow over his shoulders, observed in pray
MS at the foot of the cross before the altar
is the Cathedral of Tam. Well do remer
IL Der having preached one day in his pre-
a Ia ence, not without fear and trembling, o.
Die returning with him clad in my Dominic
ser habits into his house and the old man,
De; ting there in the corner of his room,
s pulled out his old Irish harp, and hingi
IA open his purple soutan, and shaking his
W. head, he drew his trembling, aged hDg'
ia over those strings, and with his grey e
tne uplifted in inspiration and mild with tel
yer he applied his whole heart to the accomI
mo niment of that harp, aud 1t seemed to
OF as if had beheld Brian the brave and
co mortal, as he sat in his tent on the morni
lth of Clontarf and invoked the God of bait
as by the sound of his Irish harp.
ihd We are on the banks of the Mississi
tonight but we live in day when sp
Gu no longer exste. and tho words that resou
III tonight within this hall will be read
nan some .affectionate heart and lips to the Of
ltui man as he sits at heme in his CathedI
ice, house in Tuam, and when he hears that
no children of his race aud of bis nation,
re- whom he has battled and fought for
age many years, receive that dear and vene
as BILE name with loud shouts Of joy, it will
ing balm to his aged heart, and perhaps
nes will say IN his highly imaginative soul, t
,, as died under mine eyes and my break
iui heart could not relieve them but 10! t
.e[e ere have sprung up again in foreign land
". away beyond the Atlantic wave just as
tne seeding that escapes from the mother p
rom in the bosom of the rose is borne away
II OF the autumn breeze and falls far off to l
u.s. duce again from the same stem the 9
ner same beautiful flower. "They are
tuo - ha w i'll aay- m children. m r