The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-05-18

Uu1tOu-uOleS VI Lu6 COuu6mu6u CulpTlIS
No martyrizing of a murderer because
he slew has just as good a wife, and just
as lovely children. Let it be understood
that he who takes the life of another by
pistol, or knife, or dynamite or CARROT
in :, or deadly poison, shall, in noWise
escape, and the business of killing
people will not declare as large diVf-
dend. | wish the Irish COnstabulary all
success In the arrest of the two unknown
men who put out of life Lord Cavendish
and Mr.. Burke: But will not wait for
them before fix upon the two despera-
does, to whom belongs the responsible.
ty for this understanding diabOlism,
namely political desperation and Nihi-
lism.
But every practical friend of humani-
ty will ask, "What is to be the result OF
all this massacre?" Last Friday week
was the the brightest day for Ireland for
two centuries. The next day saw the
pendulum of the clock of destiny swung
to the opposite extreme, and despair
take the place of cOngratulatiOn. Either
MIR. Gladstone will stand up to his poll
cy of ten days ago, and Ireland will
come to happiness through that road, or,
as some think is indicated by the new
movement for the suppression of crime
in Ireland, he will surrender his plans
and institute more rigorous coercion,
and that will fail, and some new Minis
try will start where they and we were
ten days ago. The wave of peace and
prosperity for Ireland may TecOil, but
come up again it will as certainly as
that God lives, and He means all nations
to be happy and free. The beautiful
banks of the Shannon and the Bovine,
and the FOyle, and the Blackwater, and
the Barrow, and the Liffey, were not in
tended for the rolling down between
them to the sea the tears of domestic
and national wretchedness. The pillars
of Giants Causeway, piled up like organ
pipes of great cathedral, were not
made to sound forever the dirge of Ire
lands lamentatiOn. The sorrows of CEN
turies do not roll into the bosom of God
like the waves into the rocky caverns
under the Castle of Dunluce, only to be
dashed back. The rich loans of Meath
and LangfOrd and Limerick shall send
up richest harVests, and her luxurious
pastures shall swarm with the cattle of
a thousand hills, and the elOquence of
Grattan and Burke and O'COnnel, long
ago huShed, will awaken in the shout of
reland's regeneration.
The time will be, perhaps in our own
day, when the tide of emigration COM
ing this way from Ireland will turn
back to the land from which they were
starved out, finding it one great emigrant
farm field inviting their Industry. The
almost depOpulated counties of Ireland
will be filled again with returned emf
grants, gone back to their native heath.
By the time that you young men and
maidens of Ireland now in America go
back to your own land your fathers and
mothers will be gone, for with their gray
hairs and weakened arms they can not
fight the battle much longer. But their
graves will be pointed out to you, and
you will pull away the heather to plant
there flower of richer hue, and you will
lay down slab or rear a monument to
your beloved ancestors; and, though too
late for the parents, in time for the
child, it will be demonstrated that, as
there is room in America for Americans,
and room in England for Englishmen,
and room in France for Frenchmen, and
room in Italy for Italians, so there is
room in Ireland for the Irish.
But meanwhile let no one enter
tain assassination on either side of
the sea. When people kill they al
most always kill the wrong
man. John the Baptist assassinated!
Paul assassinated! Peter assassinated!
Cranmer assassinatedl POlycarp assas-
sinatedl Latimer assassinated! Christ
assassinatedl Best friends of the race.
While the enemies of the race live on
unhurt. And there is the devil, the
father of assassins, stronger and stOuter
and healthier than on the day he was
tumbled headlOng out of heaven. wish
the Archangel would give him fatal
clip. But no, it is the inOffensiVe and
the good that for the most part are hurl-
ed out of life by the desperadOes. Yet
out of this present evil good will come,
and "GOd will make the wrath of man
to praise Him." They who speak or
write disheartening things are no help
in this crisis. Get out of the way unless
you believe in God and the worlds eman-
cipatiOn. The graves of patriotic mar
tyrs is the high-water-mark of the rush
ing tide of civilization. Without the
shedding of blood there seems no re-
demptiOn, no achievement. For the es-
tabliShment of every great prime ciple
some one must die. But, Lord God of
Nations Lord God of SabbaOth are
there not graves enOughP Have there
not been wounds enough, tears enough,
blood enough, agOnies enough, ma Isa-
cres enough, midnight centuries
enoughP Hear Thou the wailing of
mothers with starved children on their
withered breasts, and the smOthOred
grOans of sunken-eyed, CHASTITY and de-
lirious multitudes, with shriVeled arms,
clutching for bread that was only a
dreamI Lord God, we put all the wall
ing and more awful silence of the fami-
lies of three hundred years in one sob
against Thy great heart of sympathy,
and ask again, Is it not enOughp
Before we close let us turn in pray
erful sympathy to ChatswOrth. Do not
be among those unreasonable people
who have no feeling for those high up.
1t is no harm to be born affiuent or to
achieve affiuence. What if you lad been
born the Seventh Duke of DeVonshire,
would you throw away the estate and
divide among the people Lesmore Castle
Ireland, Hudwick Hall in Derbyshire,
Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire, and DevOnshire
House, of London, and forty other great
estates? No, you would keep them all
just as does the Duke of Devonshire.
Have prayerful sympathy for him. 1t is
an awful thing to lose son, whether he
dies in quiet bed or in struggle with
rufians. That great house is just as
sad to-day as would be your house bereft
of son or daughter. May God comfort
the aged father, and, walking through
the sketch gallery of Chatsworth, when
he see7 HOldein's Last Judgment" may
he think of that day when all wrongs
shall be righted, and when he sees Raph-
ael's Virgin and Child" may he think
of Him who in sympathy for the SOY
rowing parent said: Behold thy