The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-06-02

| ere ,hurried forward by the Que de Perpiguan.
| All tho time during this Wild uproar OF battle
and defeat, the soldiers of the Brigade hnd
been chatting like chained tigers. On, God Of
| vepgeanoel was their chance never to come
They could see the ranks of their comrades
| reeling back. broken and bloody; and, though
| the wood hid the hated enemy from their
sight, they could hear the loud, haunting cheers
ment recoiled before them and loudly thev
cursed the fate which was cheating them ~
| their rightful need of vengeance. Bat amid
the wild olamor Lord Glare beheld his ever
faithful Lally standing upright in his stirrups
waving his sword. No more was needed 10
tell them that the loDged for hour had ooms
Oh yes, glorious exiles, the hour had come To
'.shame their boases or prove them true,p TO
show the werld whether they were worthy of
of the warrior stock from which they sprung
More prissd than is thu blessing from an aged
More Welcome than the haven to the tempest driven
And than to lover is the smile of gentle maid
Ia that day Of long sought to the swords of
re-eoho with joy as the story of this days fight
is told and centuries after their gallant
bodies have mingled with the dust, their he.
roio deeds will be the theme of song and story
wherever their ecattered race shall soiourn
throughout the earth. Now, as the English
column was piercing the very csntre of the
French line, and SO the Brigade was well to
the lef5, with De Barri's wood jutting in be.
tween them. it was necessary to msroh by the
right flank to confront the enemy bot before
Glare could give the word to form, every man
was in his place and as the order was given
to march, the eager soldiers swept off at a
double quick. Halt: front face ;" and the
column is formed for action. A scene of wild
disorder presented itself to their astonished
rank stood to where the British were still
pushing forward, was filled with panic strick.
en- men, flying in every direction to escape the
fearful volleys which swept down hundreds at
Aio0h and fhroa ninop in ri hoir ko-
ror, to break through the ranks of their
friends. Whispers passed along the line that
the King, the Marshal, and the DAuphin were
CLOSE in their rear, directing and cheering
their movements but what cared they if ali
the monarohs on earth were therel what, at
that moment, was France and her cause to
them! 1n their front were the bloody slssen.
achs, and they had neither eyes nor thoughts
for aught but them. Soon the rabble rout had
disappeared in the rear, and in full view be-
fore them marched forward the unbroken en-.
emy. The English, who had up till this mo.
meDt filled the air with shouts of victory,
were astounded when they beheld the superb
battalIons of the Brigade blocking their path
and loud, stern commands of Halt! haltli
arrested the advance. The four guns come to
the front at gallop, unlimber and pour in
two or three, volleys at point blank range;
and then Lord Glare gave the welcome order
to march. Lally, in frontof his men, shouted
-"Msroh against the enemies of France and
yourselves. without firing, until your b sy onets
are at their bodies" Now. soldiers, exiles, by
Gno woes auQ memories OF uV6 QuQQreQ years,
by the levelled rooftree and the desecrated
sanctuary,-by the axe and gibbet reeking
with martyrs gore,-by the glorious battle
fields ringing with the slogan of your heroic
sire6,- by the violated maiden and the slaught-
cred grandsire,-by the orphan's wall and the
widows tears,-by the red Rath of Mullagh.
mast and the broken treaty of Limeriok,-
by the souls of the mighty dead who hover
above you in the rolling battle-cloud, charge
for Ireland, victory and vengeanoe! One ter
rible volley burst forth along the entire Brit
as the pitiless lead tore through the irish
linee, mighty roar. which seemed to split the
very heavens, burst from the rauks of the Bri.
gade, es they sprang, like famssed wolves,
view beneath the heavy smoke. and the sharp,
angry olink of steel tells that the bayonets
have met. AMI. bark again TO that terrific
yell Erin Sian do geal go 6raqh Vengeance!
remem Der Limerick Down With the bloody
s ,ssenach y Great God will that dark our
taiu never rise 1t is an age since it shut
turies! Oooe more the Irish war-ory browns
3 sortsd of battfe'- but it-is- -faiateF-aHa
fainter up the hill. Hundreds, thousands, are
falling, but still the carnage goes on. The
Euglish infuriated to find the victory torn
from their grasp, fight with stubborn, b1ll-dog
tenacity. The Irish, mad with the pentup
vengeance of their race, rueh like furies
az ainst the British bayoue cts and fling their
lives away with wild, reckless contempt of
death, and animated by hatred and revenge
leap upon and through the rauks Of the de-
tested ecemy. But see, see the curtain slowly
rolls away and the whole mighty scene is
changed. The tremendous English column,-
broken, shattered, routed.-has disappeared
beyond the slope and there, in the midst Of
tattered flags aud captured cannon, on the
very hilltop, surrounded by masses of dead
and dying,-pauting bleeding, exhausted, but
trium phsntly viotorious,-standt the conquerorS
of England's chivslry, the saviors of France,
the everglorious heroes Of the "Irish Brigade,
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words should be present in every southerner's
mind for in tn cir practical application in our every