Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-05-30

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n nero flatterer. To speak the truth of him,
while he was q patriot, he was not the stuff OF
which the greatest patriots are made. Every
other great Irishman of his time fairly merged
himself, all his intellect, all his imaginetis n
and all his wrath into the cause of the Irish
people. Moore did not do this fully. He had
had completely in his youth with the plots
which preceded the rebellion of 1898. and had
been interrogated before Fitzgibbon therefor.
That he felt all the wrongs which his country
bad endured no one can doubt loan dnd
against the union. He loved his
country, but he lacked that bold spirit of
aggression, that suffering sensibility to tho
compendious wrongs of his people and hia
land, which before and after the union made
the great Irishmen of that day the opponents
of personal liberty and religious freedom. The
passage of the act OF union transferred to the
British parliament men who had made the
Irish parliament memorable by their vain eff
forts for self government and by their desperate
attacks upon the influences which finally de-
stroyed the legislative independence of their
country. Plunkett and Grattan seem nowhere
greater than in the British house of commons
the records of oratory l know moth
ing which for learning, logic, manly
pathos. eloquence, and broad allcomprehend-
ing charity and tolerence surpasses Plunketts
speech before the House Of Commons in Feb
ruary, 1821-an appeal which awed Castlereagh
by it's majestic force into declaring that the
Catholics ought to be emancipated, and which
drew from philosophic Macintosh, poised as
he was by the learning of all time, the avowal
that he had heard 'the greatest master of el6-
quence and reasoning now existing in public
life" During that long agony of effort which
lasted SO many years Moore was not heard, as
these men were heard. He did, it is true,
enough to show that his sympathies were with
those great patriots. He dashed Castlereagh
once or tw ice but it it is not remarkable that
any Irishman should do that. A dead Irishman
would do it. He was stirred to castigate
that canting crew
So smooth, SO godly, yet SO devilish too;
Who armed at once with prayer-book and with
whips, f; sf
Blood on their hands and scripture on their
lips. - ,; fe.
Tyrants by creed and torturers by text,
Make this life hell in honor of the next"
But this was nearly al, and every Irishman
must ask with sadness why the lyric genius of
his land spoke so seldom. It was time which
called for satire's scorpion whip and not for
pleasantly. The answer is found in Moore's
nature. He had exquisite sensibiity and but
little of that deep feeling, which, like a
volcano, hides fire for years and then
overwhelms abuses with its burning rain. BE
was the very chameleon of sensibility He
Erin. Tho moonlight over Oman's sea was as
beautiful to him as the light for Ireland he
saw breaking
Like heavens first dawn DER the sleep of the
dead ~
Another truth must be told. It is greatly to
IL =. E.. ~s La.
he SAID Tommy dearly loves lord" Evil
disposed persons applied to him his own lines.
Heaven grant him now some noble nook,
For, rest his soul! he'd rather be
Gentecly damned beside a duke "a
Than save d in vulgar company.
1t is not pleasant to say these words; perhaps
they are not pleasing to hear; but truth can
ask no pardon for speaking them. Tho Irish
people know their friends; they understand
Moore better than aliens can. They have al
lowed for all this, and have taken him into tho
innermost shrine of that sanctuary of love
the Irish heart; and in this they are right. They
should not love him the less because he did not
that which perhaps was not in him to do.
How much would have been won by poetry if
this poet could have mounted to that lofty
place where Curran, Grattan Plunkett and
O'Connell stand like statues in the great gal
lery of human love, set apart for those who love
their own blood through all, against all, and for
all. But he did not earn it, and he must re-
main where he is, in place, glorious it is true,
but less glorious. still, more familiar-a place
which everyone can haunt and commune with
him unawed, and hear fitting words, which
those majestic tribunes of the Irish people
were too great to say; the wailings of discon-
solate music in which the anthem of hope is
seldom heard. the war song seldom sung.
Crushed nationalities speak nowhere with more
persuasive voice than in their national songs.
Long after their pageants have been forgotten,
their columns overthrown, their triumphal
arches fallen, their tombs even obliter-
ated, and the voice of their orators
muffled under a dead language, the songs
of such people pcrpetuate them and their cause
In music more imperishable than granite.
How the prescribed Marseillaise has called up
to the Frenchman's liberty that archangel of
this world! The Italian muse left her forbid
den ways and became the very Mary Magdalen
of song when Austria held her mother by the
throat. The chant of Arndt and the sword
song of Kerner reused Germany like an in
dead. The songs of Zion could not be sung in a
strange land, but the elegaic confession of i'm
potence is full of the despairipg love of coun-
try. Ireland has her bard of patriot.
ism, sorrow and regret, and that bard
is Moore. 1t is uIoa his Irish
melodies that his fame will finally rest. Here
he is beyond cavil or reproach. His love OF
country speaks plainly here, though with re-
prospective look. 1t speaks to Irishmen and
speaks to the world SO that the world under.
stands feels and shares it. These songs have
magic which has overcome the labored asper
sions of history and made unnecessary any
formal vindication of the cause which inspired
them. BY some subtle magic of association
those songs even which contain not word Of
country in their text are redolent Of a vanished
and wronged nationality. We hear that plant
i've undertone of moaning people which
makes the music Of Poland SO profoundly ano
periodically sad. It is like an exile singing ir
alien lands the songs of his annihilated coun-
try. 1 believe that every Irishman feels this,
feels when he hears those strains, so sadly
sweet, that he hears the tutelary genius of hi
native land .sorrowing for her wasted glories
feels that there is a future for that people, fo,
that nation, which in exile has been loyal to al
States, whose blood has cementcd the cause Of
the strange land, poured out like water fol
Germany, for France, for Spain, for the church
for America, by a people which has been tru.
to its faith, to itself, to all.
The speaker was frequently interrupted by
outbursts of approval, and at the end of The
address he was the recipient of a perfect ova
ton of applause
MUSICAL EFFORTS
s'1he Exile of Erin" was then sung by Mr.
Zimmerman, who did himself, the audience anC
the song, full credit. For an encore MIR. Hun
neman sang ''The Widow Malone" which wa.
given in such style as to captivate the audience
One of the most pleasing numbers on til,
programme was sung by Miss Emma Haggerty
| who rendered Come Back to Erin in man
| ner that was at once artistic and pleasing, a
the conclusion Of which she was greeted with
great applause. A zithersduet was then given
| by the Messrs. Geist whose skillful efforts OF
this most difficult instrument were very enjoy.
| able and fully appreciated. The event of tn.
evening, vocally, proved the quaint Irish dia
were encored to the echo.
From an artistic standpoint, the ballad o
| Silent O. Moyle,'' as sung by Mr.. Buckalew
must take the palm of the evening.
The rendition of The Meeting of til,
Waters" by Miss Grace Haggerty, was prop
erly greeted with prolonged encore, as tn