The Irish standard., 1886-04-17
land against such overwhelming odds,
and + doubt not they too would begin

to realize that august presence in the
conflict which animated the Theban le-
gionaries. gave victory to Constantine,
and broke the Mohammedan power at
Lepanto. / hope my young friends
will take the hint. The elders will be
also benefited thereby, and get up
from a careful perusal Of the three
works named with flashing eyes and
manly pride at learning the exact ma
ture of the stuff of which their race
was composed when subjected to pro
bably the most trying ordeal which a
people ever experienced. What sing
ular train of thought the passage of the
lord lieutenant's troopers outside my
window has instigated. During the
Whole forenoon of to-day [ have been
acting as cicerone to an acquaintance
just arrived from New York, whom I
met accidentally on the street yesterday.
We jumped on horse car, or tram car
as it is called here, and rode up to Glas.
nevin cemetery. The New Yorker de-
sired to look first upon the face of the
great Liberator, O'Connell, where he
reposes in the crypt underneath the
white round tower. which, shooting up
to a great altitude, at the same time
serves as a monument, and symbolizes
the greatness and stature of him who
lies below. Down long fight Of stone
steps, and we enter the crypt. My
friend, with uncovered head, gazed
long and reverently through the glass
plate inserted in the head of the coffin
at the massive, placid features. so well
preserved, so life-like, that the sleeping
Titan looks as if he had just lain down,
and might spring to his feet, in a mo-
ment to hurl his whitening invective,
burning sarcasm aud biting ridicule at
the Randolph Churchills and Chamber
]ains, and spineless Hartingtons OF TO-
day. who dare to stand up in the way
Of Ireland's march forwrrd to freedom.
Great, immortal Tribune, sleep on till
the angel OF the resurrection summons
theel The cause which you advanced
so far is in safe hands. and the eventual
triumph within measurable distance.
Up from the presence Of death, out
through the iron gateway, and with a
sharp turn to the right, we come in a
couple of dozen of PAGES to the memo
rial Celtic cross erected to the memory
OF Allen, Larkin and O'Brlen, who
were hanged in Stafford jail, outside the
city of Manchester. on Nov. %, 1867.
Three men of common type were
they. They died on the English gal
lows, after embracing each other and
crying out in prayerful defiance the
last words spoken aloud on earth, ''God
save Ireland"
A. little farther Oh we come to the
grave of Under-Secretary Burke, whose
throat was cut along with Lord Cayen-
dish's on May 6, 1882. This Under
Secretary was the one who really ran
the castle machinery for Buckshot
Forster and his predecessors. A pause
for a moment at the tomb of John
Philpot Curran, the celebrated advo~
cate who defended in court the chief
leaders of the United Irishmen, and
flung back IN the teeth Of that judicial
rutiian, Aorbury, the taunts and sneers
which heAeaped upon the unfortunate
victims in the dock. In the wild,
stormy period during which Curran
lived, the exigency of the times de-
manded from the popular advocate an
heroic nature, bold to speak the truth
and ready to accept the consequences,
and 1 think that in the whole range of
forensic eloquence there can be found
no finer examples of concentrated pas
sion, with fearless assertion of rights
and ylndication of principles, than in
the small collection of his speeches
which have been handed down to us.
We now come to a large grave lot at
the intersection of two Of the neatly
kept pathways. No memorial arises
here to tell us the name or character Of
the occupants who rest beneath the
green turf on which the shamr0cks
look SO fresh this spring morning. I'm
dernearh, side by side, repose the bones
Of John O'Mahoney, Terence Bellew
McManus and Sergeant McC Carthy. We
both knew John O'Mahony personally,
and valued him at his real worth as one
of the truest and noblest Irishmen OF a
generation which is fast passing away.
at the decadence of Fenianism the en-
yenomed tongue of slander assailed the
good name of o Mahony, and how often
] have heard the little spasmodic pa
triots charge the old chieftain with
misappropriating the funds OF the
brotherhood. He was charged with
being the owner of an enormous iron
foundry in Jersey City, purchased with
those funds. At length, crippled by
rheumatism, he died, almost nnnotlced
and alone, on a dreary day in a dreary
attic room on Hudson street, New York
city. His personal necessities he re-
fused to make known to the friends
who would have readily assisted 1ti him. "a.
Heswas modest as maiden regarding
himself. And thus he died: Dear,