Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-10-13

produce ana keep soul and body Of the produces
together.
N Errs AID cABns
In three days time I had visited nearly 800
huts and cabins In The wilds OF Inishowen- The
mere mention OF the words Il am from America"
was magical talisman opening every door and
neArt -AcaT'n uless ye for that, "kaally- -
now-an' we're telliu' met" May ye DC saved LOT
the great Journey home!" Ar nov VS ~ .n1 nv
Dennisfn "wor ye comm up wid my QUO man,
SIR" 'Fath, but our kstys thereF NAY ms
back !T-1nd an hundred IKE greetinss and auee.
tons with tremors IRON the r7gion OF sars IN
them, were showered upon me and may &c fof-
crime for the mild aud comforting lies
that I told them. But one OF the whole
simple host poor old woman living alone W.. H.
seen her Michael dariin, who the next pnssse
year would bring her cut. had not; but would
md him Sue was as a June DAY OF delight until
that fatal denial No matter for my brilliant en-
position OF Americas geography. It's Vide eA,
panses us numoeriess cities An WHERE MIch ,ss
true old soul OF mother for H. though she dld
slam the door upon me and glare unasssilaole
stern white lace until the frills OF ancient cap
danced like wlnd-swept heather among the hills.
HOSPITALITY. srkkNsrH AND PATIENCE
Three things were made most impressive In tbese
Inishowrn wanderngs: the hospitality which
was often bewildenng; the extraordinary bodily
frames OF some OF these lowly fox, and a touch
ing, doggedly patient fath IN the nnal freedom OF
Ireland from British domination. Who can ntly
tell OF this hosplLantys WHAT other race on earth
Is Ike this one, winch. individually and collec-
lively, with not 4 shillng between the BODY and
the "wof AT the dure," viii org. wheedle. olarney,
forgivably lie ana almost physically compe, yoa
70 partake OF their generosity? Not one But OF
this tender-hearted trait OF the Irish snail have
road, occasionally among the peat-banks. some
times IN the nelds ana often OF evenings
~ the cabins I have come upon men q
UlanI All And I A wa a rtsn rpal-
ling their hali-staryed lives what splendid form
OF men would they not be had they uthe the
mesnest OF their landlords dumb 0ruJes. All
these things will 20 rumbling through your head
and heart you come 70 Ireland You cannot
FOR the freedom and opportunity OF our civilized
time Is all comprising, and every breath drawn II
Tor lreand's freedom. IL n ss everywhere NJ the
air. n you Will get among tue people. Al times &C
Is startling In It's manifestation, patient these
scourged souls are.
OVER AGAINST THE SCALP MOUNTAIN
the other day was sitting Ia peasants cabin
for a bit, and the family were ali gathered round
eight or ten or them, from the oldest sons. VINO
were young men, TO the wee child al It's fathers
knee. This father was noble man physically,
mentally. II tue Odd kngly blood does break
through the suppression Of generations ana shine
grandy In ngure, lace eye, gesture, even tone and
every expression thai can speak sGch evidence.
here IN this hut was that manner of UNCONSCIOUS
tribute. He was sUIlng against the chimney
angle, and had been teliIng me their story In a
noutsl way, ntrltaul nj times, reprtcslnS man
fuzzy tue bitter undercurrent OF his thoughts: OF
their endless Efforts true soOriety strugg
high rent short crops, anu increasing burdens OF
ever-new mouths 70 feed: OF their poor groupings
after education. and how, IN It's stead, Tue fatneE
OF evenings sat In the cabin and told 10 his
flock over and over all ne knew; and nnAlly, with
lowered voice. as Though the hyena OF an agent
might overhear ana rack-rent them cut OF that,
how, oy twelve Years savings nalf-penny al a
time, enough had been got Io,et her 10 send next
spring, the Two Oldest boys 10 America where. n
In the years they could keep the great cities
and get bit OF Land OF their own IAN, Their ora;
and what crushing REPUTATION are these two words
from this Irish caDn OF the atrocious sophistres
OF the Georges and the Nicely mus .. and God would
spare the rest OF them 10 just once 20 see that
great Joy, IL would be enough: when the little
child al MS Knee, oyerwary VI the stranger. Tell
backwards across his foot into the harmless pale
OF smOdering peat al the chimney base BESIDE
him With bound the man had the unhurt,
though scared and crying. child IN his arms aud
In tones or sweetest incubation WAS soothlngly
asking over and over:
cusHLA ma cHREE
"Are ye hurried my cusald chreey"
IL was the nrst time I had heard In the North
Irelands most inexpressloly tender term OF en-
dearment cushta ma ohree Cheart-pulse, or throbD,
sort OF solace 10 the general exc cement:
1T Is easy 10 know the fathers cushIa ma
chree."
he turned swiftly TO me with a stern face nut
ting the child almost rudely away. "Nol-NOi"
he repeated with gesture OF his clenched st that
had Wild ana savage grandeur 10 Il. "-Tis not
lands my ctshtd ma chree,r
IL may have been the wild soughing OF the winds
among the mountains. IL may have bcen The
nearer plant OF the winds In the grewsome chin
ney. MAY be there was actual sob In the cabin
that heard But from somewhere In the slleace
that followed after, came this:
BY sweet ioushs: on the mountains,
VIII, murmurcus fountains
Flow over the crags to the blue, circlins sea.
On boreen: by fair river.
Meath the thatches where culver
Punched faces that has been and VIII b.;
There's hesrt-sob I'm hearln',
. desolate Erin!
That rises above the hoarse songs Of the 60.
And thai sobbing will
Joy calm til. forever,
Thy Ieople triumphant DER tyranny be:
And. thy cushld chree-
We are free!-Me free!n
EDGAR I. WAKENAn