The Irish standard., 1888-11-17
''IREE!,LAND. +, 80
The Subject Of Lecture by Rev, James
McGol1ck Last Tuesday
Night.
Thonghts on Returning to the Shores whose
Emerald Green Has Won the Praise
alike of Friend and Foe.
Seven Hundred Years Of Foul Oppression
from g. Country that Boasts Of
Fer Civilization,
Not 80 Teach Religion, but to Exterminate
nad Amolio1ate the Irish
Nation.
Ruglsad Has Destroyed All the Written
Laws by which Ireland was
Governed.
The Ubiquitous Agency to Enslave Stray
gling People as Active as Ever
i'll 1883.
An Address Bsistjing with Facts winch will
The Iniquitous Agency to Snslave a Strug-
Cling People as Active as Ever
III 1883.
An Address Bfistjing with Facts winch will
be Relishsd By Every lover of
Justice and Right,

lev. James cGolrick, at AL enter
.ainInenf given at Han rnolaia hall Tues,
clay evening, November 13, delivered
The following address On ''lreland.' =
which was listened to w.th rapt atten-
tion throughout:
Ladies and GentIemen: On the sub
jcct which / have taken for this even
ing, it will ba necessary ior me tc speak
briefly OF many things, and if in the
course OF this lecture ( should mention
anyone, frorn the land which CUR fore
fathers had learned 10 hate, and speak
OF Englisnme;a as foes, Or speak OF the
oppressors Of the Cid time, disclaim
all intention of speaking Of mcderD
times and tne present relations Of the
Catholic people to other branches OF
christianity t,f whatever form of be-
lief they may be.
TO child Of Erin, q return to the
land Of his birth is QUE of the happy
sqe1ats o. a hfetIn3e. The mind is filled
with 3 thousand memories Of early days
.--of friends and companions in youths
golden hour, whose life work has gone
on an.:3 worlds distract;ng cares
the serious question, soon to find an-
awer, have they fulfilled their mission
passing we'll, or have they gone down
ill ti1e strife: the thought Of those dear
to us as life, who rest in peace beneath
che greer, sward and in the sacred earth
of holy Ireland: such hopes and fears
take full possession Of our souls, and
make lis long to touch once more the
yertlant shores Wh0se emerald green
has woN alike The praise of friend and
foe.
How lovely her garb on that bright
morn in leafy June, when weary Of the
monotony of the surGing ocean, we
looked again upon the dear Old Land,
changing indeed as men are wont to
change, uu5 ever changeless in her
beauty
Memory called her olden scenes:
'Enchanter, with thy wand of power,
Thou ri.ak ST the past be present. Still:
The emerald laHr the lime lcavad bower,
The circijng shore, the sun-lit hill,
The grass in winters wintriest hours
Bys1ewy daisies diunpled DER,
3alf hiding meath their trembling flowers
The Shamrock Of the Irish shore
We looked moment on the distant
background Of hills fading into the
blue, the wood crowned heights. the
placid waters shining in the golden sun.
We SEQ the smiling fields. we listen once
more to ''the plough boys whistle and
the milk-maid's song" and there rises
in our hearts note of prayer that dear
old Erin, amid all the changes Of years.
has still preserved her beauty and her
fertility.
But advancing further into the land
whatrnins rise before us, what pillared
towers, what crumbling fanes; those
ancient churches and monastic schools
whose nunlber astonisbes, and whose
beautiful architectural lines fill the
wayfarer with admiration. We tread
on sacred soil. The graves Of her sons
and heroes are around US. And cruInb-
ling walls and arches iyy-mantled tell
of The giories OF the past. How good
for the soul to be here, and hold COM
munlon with the heroes Of the past
What a story they tell Of ancient civ
ilization, of a Christianity planted,
nourlshed and perfected. How the
island must have blossomed as a gar
dsn Of the Lord-an isle Of saiuts and
schslars. But The ruined castles AND
roofless cathedrals proclaim the long
martbrdam. Yet time alone has laid
light touch upon those ancient glories,
for other marks they bear Of the
spoilers sAbands;; they tell another tale OF
bigot ft IL, woe and ESQ ationI