Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1874-04-02

Alnansa. in 1907. il vas the elite Of Ber.
uisks and the Irish that seated Philip a
the throne Of Spain. When the battal
ions Of Albemsrle melted before the mad.
dened fury Of villars At Denain. the Irish
were 10 the van. l could 20 on recitina
. successioa Of exploits until I would YEA.
~ the patienee Of the noss scalous and
attentive iiasasr. bst enough has beer
said % remind you that Jour people an
grand enosigk in themselves. and tha,
yonr county = nation in spite Of tyran.
~ hssss zes, ~ sN-
II frss1td fssss esly'fs sheF Celia ~
Where is her Flood. her Curren. he,
Grattan. her immortal-her great O'Con.
nell =? These are names that carry with
them elcquence. craftsmanship. patriot.
ism and philanthropy. These we're he,
modern giants in council. 'Twa. Grattan
with his volunteers who broke the com.
mercial tyranny Of England. and with his
declaration of right gave Ireland her free.
dom. Though temporary. it was sweet
to people that had been slaves for cen.
turies. 1t was her great O'Counell who
thundercd at the doors of :he English
Parliament until he was admitted and
when he entered he sent his burning To-
cuses Of thought. careering on the wings
OF eloqucnce. frescoing on the scared
minds Of his couutry's enemies. the JUS
tice Of his country's demand-meltiug the
heart oe even the Iron Duke. and wrench.
ing from the relentless grasp Of the King
rights that have been his peoples ever
since!
My friends is it necessary for me to say
more Of your country aud her heroes, to
stimulate you to greater love aud patriot
ism? You have heard all that I have
said before many Of you will hear it again,
and it is proper that you should. We
have fecbly and imperfectly revie wed
your nations history-lives there a son
Of Erin. who is afraid to turn and look
antiquity in the face?
y. ye spirits of Grattan and O'Connell
and your grand compeers. you still hover
around your green isle of the ocean-the
inspiration Of your genius fills the souls OF
its people! o. ireland you arc guarded by
the spirits Of your patriots. Of your poets,
your warriors. your saints. The insatia-
bic vulture of tyranny and oppression
may feed upon your beautiful form and
think you are dead ; you have the clixer
Of life in the undying patriotism Of your
children. BY every wound there is new
life impaired. For every rent that is
made in your stainless garment but poses
the loyeliness of your form, and its shreds
are woven by tbs j<l.sa-Snd rse.ecsing
hand Of humanity into brings for your
harp that win one day swell forth in mel
odious strains the anthem of your freedom
'For every tear your martyrs shed
For every sigh that rends your breast
For every wall above the dead
For every heart by anguish p-est-
For every pardon done for God
For every patient PRAYER in woe
For every kissing OF the rod
Rirers Of tyrant flood shall for.
Fill up, proud Albion fill the bowl
Your mighty pride still naughty nurse
Flaunt 10 the world your crimson soul
But tremble when Gods children curse!
Sons Of fair Erin stricken one!
See ye that dawn 'Tis freedoms light!
The battle Of Truths already won
by those who brayely keep the Right ~
Mr.. Carroll was repeatedly interrupted
with storms Of applause.