The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-05-18
THE RECENT MURDERS
No One Holds the Irish Nation
Responsible.
Gladstone Will Not Change His Pacific
Policy Toward ireland on Ac-
count of the Crime.
t. DE WITT TALMAGE.

wrath of man shall praise him"
There may be more beautiful places
on earth, but have never seen anything
so enhancing as ChatswOrth, England
on the day we crossed the river Derwen1
on the Beely Bridge and allghted at Its
gates. The surrounding lawns were Oc-
Cupied by groups of people come by car
riages and teams to keep gala day, some
of them lying under the trees and some
dancing on the green, the working peo-
ple of England, always welcome to this
place on holidays. 1t is the grandest OF
fOrty-six manOrs owned by this prOprie-
tor. The glory of the lOrdly estate ap-
pears almost supernatural. 1t seems
not so much to have been built up as to
have alighted, and a cOmmlngllng OF
the celestial with the terrestrial. Will
lam the COnquerer, gave the grounds 70
his son, William PeVerell. christopher
Wren, the most famous architect of the
centuries, planned the mansion. From
1888 until now the work of building and
enlarging and improving have progress
ed. The historical "reminiscences are
almost OverpOwering. Here Mary Queen
of Scots was for thirteen years impris-
Oned. Here the child of tragedies, Ara
bella Stuart, was born. The cOnserVa-
tory is three hundred feet long, covering
an acre. The glass house was built by
don CRYSTAL Palace. The vast mansion
is surrounded by gardens Of every bo-
tanical and horticultural luxury; Oran-
geries with entrances liOn-guarded; the
camelia-hOu the oTchid-hOuse, the wa
ter-wOrks, with dragons and dOlph1ns,
and cascades and the Emperor fountain
with its wild toss of crystalline bright
ness two hundred and s11ty-seven feet
high, worth crossing the ocean to wit
ness. Within the mansion is the grand
staircase and floors of mosaic in white
and black marble, walls and ceilings
with embossed leather, and battle
scenes in alto relieve and bewitching
with Gremling, Gibbons wood-carving,
tables of Jasper and hOrnblende and NAL
achite, wainscOating of cedar, COrinthi-
an columns, rooms with suites of satin
wood and frescO, and arabesque, the
largest private collection of paintings
liz the world, the old and new masters
represented, Raphael and Rubens and
Titan and MurillO and Rembrandt and
Leonardo di Vinci and Landseer and
Cole, the very best specimens OF Italian,
Venetian, French, Flemish and Spanish
schools, the finest sculpturing of Thor
waldsen, and altar-pieces by Cibber, and
mantle-pieces by WestmacOtt, and the
celebrated Hebe of CanOva, eight-win-
dOWed library with ceiling Ofwhite and
gold rooms with all that ceramic art
can gather, and infinity of bric-a-brac,
crests and mOnograms and medalliOns,
coronation chairs and fOOt-stOols of
Kings and Queens, museums bewilder-
ing with relics from all lands and ages,
full bloom of pictured walls above
snowbanks of spOtless statuary, the
glow of tropical cOlDrs looking upon the
arctic whiteness of eternal purity. A
day at ChatswOrth is cut out from all
other days of mans lifetime and
stands alone for brightness and poetic
suggestion. Ten miles of foliage and
statuary and palace and fountain and
garden. There is nothing beyond it to
imagine.
1t does not seem possible that any sor-
row should ever come there. But over
all the scene to-day there is a shadow.
The luster has gone out of the wave
and the golden hue out OF the cloud, and
the corridor of statuary is line of
tombstone chilliness, and every drop of
the fountain is a tear. Sorrow leans
against every carved pillar, and looks
out from every window and sits in every
arbOr. The Duke of DevOnShire, the
owner of the great estate. has lost his
son-Iost him under most appalling Cir
eumstances-lOst him under the long,
keen knife of assassination. That son
brought there into those great halls on
Wednesday, lifeless, and on Thursday,
under the Queens wreath, and, in pres
ence of Lords and Princes and Cabinet
Ministers and the pOmp of England, car
ried out-ashes to ashes; dust to dust.
How are the mighty fallen No won
the whole world was shocked at the
murder of Lord Frederick Cavendish.
Sent out from England as an emissary
of peace to Ireland; arriving in Dublin
on Friday; SaturdayifOrenOOn taking the
oath as Court Secretary, and Saturday
evening graphing his murderer, shout
ing at the desperate, you villainP but
is overpowered, and falls stabbed in
breast and back, and lies dead on the
highway, having given no Offense, hav-
ing made already arrangements for the
liberation of political prisoners, plan
ming nothing but amity and kindness;
yet In broad daylight, slaughtered, his
wife and aged father having to take
back into their bOsoms the bleeding and
butchered body Of the beloved one who,
a few days before, in life and strength,
had gone forth on patriotic and illus
trious service, His Assistant Secretary
goes down Cnder the same fate. Their
cOrpses were found side by side at the
close of the struggle in Phoenix Park,
public garden, the floral attraction of
which was so great that / returned
again and again to 1t,maklng contract
with the gardener for the transpOrta-
tiOn to this country of some of its most
e1sEsssite growths-its carnage of color
deep enough to be prophecy of the
massacre now enacted.
Since in this day, by submarine tele-
graph, the world is one neighborhood,
we have two or three duties to perform,
Our first duty is to help fix the guilt of
this assassination, and l find no difficult
ty in doing it. The c0nstabulary are
searching Ireland and England for the
miscreants, watching the starting and
arrival of every train, holding every
mysterious person, watching with a
fury of vigilance that it seems must be
successful, but can not tell you who
did 1T. There is no need that the Irish
men of the United States, Canada and
Ireland in great mass-meetings declare
that the friends of Ireland have no SYM
pathy for this crime. No man of sense
on the other side Of the sea supposes
that they did have any thing to do with
it. Will a prisoner kill the officer who
brings him the Governors pardon. viii