Morning journal and courier., 1889-03-19

Ye statesmen who survey,
 Tis yours to judge how vide the limits ssan Between splendid and hspless land. -1he Deserted Village. \ The Ladies ............ ..........W. H. McDonal
 Let their smallest rights be respected; their small est wrong redressed.-Kingsey. \ Our Summer Outing. ng..................PH H. Conla Good bye to pain and care! take mine ease to-day | Here where the sunny waters break | I, And ripples this keen breeze, shake I All burdens from my heart all weary thought Bachelor Associates. ......... ....... J. F. Car ---A fresh young squire, A lover and a lusty bachelor.
 -Chaucer As single man I have spent a good deal of m, time in noting down the iufrmities 0 married people.
 Essays of Elia. The Writers of Ireland. d...............E M Youn. In their feverish exultations,- In their triumph and their yearning, In their passionate pulsations, In their words among the nations The Promethean fire is burning. \ -Longfellew. The Irish Soldier r....--............T T. J. Rourk' And Darhy and Mall bore trophies of war, From the peaks of the Alps and the waves of tht Denis Florence Mccarthy. With many a noble army had he been, Of mortal battles had he seen fifteen. -Canterbury Tales. soDgs-By the Glee club and Messrz Fogarty and Cosgrove. 4o
 Music under the direction of Gustav von Hortig Master of toasts-Hon T. J. Fox MT. Cahill in responding to the toast "St Patrick's Day" said: On possibly just such a day as this, MT. Postmaster and gentlemen, thousands the wide world over are meeting in honor of the great Christian apostle of their race. The feeling which prompts such celebrations as this of St. Patrick's day is common to all nationalities. But surely I may not overshoot the mark if I venture to say that this feeling is doubly strong in men of Irish birth or race
 Nor is it difficult to accept this truth, For what land, under so many centuries of cold. olooded persecution and misrule, as system- atlc as it has been steadfast, what land, l ask, has nevertheless preserved intact its own distinctive nationality! The unvarying scene of intolerance and butchery, of homes desDoiled and lands ravaged by ruthless conquerers, Erin's past has been a sad. unhappy but not injurious past. Before and after the time Of Cromwell's iron rule, the story of Ireland remains the same old tale of oppression, oppression and oppres- sion. And then came that dark and dread ful period, the atrocious ssPenal Days, {" when
 They bribed the flock, they bribed the Eon,
 To sell the priest and rob the sire
 Their dogs they taught alike to run
 Upon the scent Of wolf and friar.''
 But, sitting as we are, tonight, about this pleasant board, perhaps it might be well to cast aside the bitter memories which come surging over us when we recall the saddest yet most heroic history the world has ever known. Tonight we can forget those dark renembrances. Tonight glorious record shines in upon us. Tonight the names of warriors and statesmen are recalled Our minds are bent tonight to thoughts of Silken Thomas, the O'Neils and O'Donnelis. of Sarsfeld and the Dillons; to thoughts of that long line of devoted martyrs from Lord Edward and Robert Emmett to those later heroes of dock and scaffold at Liverpool and Manchester; to thoughts of that incom- parable group of statesmen, giants in intellect and action, Grattan, and Flood, Curran, Shiel, O'Connell, until finally we are brought to dwell upon the familiar fg- ures of our own day, Dillon and Healey, Davitt and Parnell.
 Such are the names which make Ireland dear to it's children. Great, indeed, and glorious beyond compare, the land itself that gave them birth.
 ''Oh! she's fresh and fair land:
 Oh! she's true and rare land;
 This native land Of Eine.''
 It is difficult, Mr. Postmaster, upon an occasion like this to avoid word concerning politics, of course. Within 8 week or so tremendous changes have occurred. The Tory owners and of certain London daily, after an prosecution, say rather pereecu- ton, before a so-called Parliamentary com- mission have been forced to hide their faces before an unmistakably outraged public sen- timent. In a word, as everybody knows, the case of the Times has collapsed and Richard Pigott is dead. His countrymen can forgive, may forget him. The innocent wife and children for whom he bartered honor and threw his soul away will be cared for, kindly md tenderly cared for, by the very man he fought to ruin and disgrace-and so an end 0 Richard Pigott, the arch iuformer, arch raitor, arch-forger of modern times.
 But the results of his work remain, Al- eady staunch John Morley has risen from lis seat in the commons and terrified the | government by threats of an investigation nto the conduct of the Times commission | tself What will be the answers to the | questions of the English liberalsi The civil | zsd world cares little. Its opinion has been lready formed. Surely, however slowly, | he ministry of Saulisbury and Balfour is | oppling to it's ruin. This effected, home | ule, as the first step toward self government, vill have been assured. Then, indeed, the | opes of three generations of Irishmen will 'e realized and again an Irish parliament be ! cen sitting in College Green. Dear friends and brOthers-This. it seems ! 0 me, is the picture we should look upon to- l fight. The presence of Irish legislators in ! ollege green means a complete and perfect | atlonal autonomy. It means happy and lano Ana surely, too, 1t | leans the bsnishment of all preiudices of ! reed or clan and the establishment of that eacekand concord which alone can make ation integrate and prosperous.
 And oh, it were gallant deed
 To show before mankind
 How every race and every creed
 Might be by love combined; '
 Might be combined, yet not forget
 The fountain whence they rose,
 As. filled by many riverlet,
 The stately Shannon flows"
 And again the lesson of this St. Patrick's sy is embodied in the fervid language of ,eland's intensest poet, Thomas Davis:
 Never under wrongs despair,
 Labor long and everywhere;
 Link yGps TSen@striEye coss1tTy%s1 sonPT Prepare'
 Thus great men have ever wrought
 Thus must greatness still be sought,
 Thus labored, loved and fought
 Greece and Rome.
 Gentlemen, are we wrong in believing that lis lesson has best been taught by the great 1 It living exponent of Irish liberties, Charles tewart Parnell!
 MT. J. H. Clerkin responded to the Friend Sons, etc., as follows: Mr. President, and astmaster: The executive committee must ave had peep into the mirror of my soul, i'd truly studied my inmost thought when 7 ey so well and in such forcible language as is have expressed my honest feeling in the ! ord of this toast. I must confess that I i.
 we ASSAAAE All oo OI~ ste language as this sentiment. I think 'u will all agree with me, however, that I C en though rude in word am not lacking in C se and admiration for the Society of the 2 ;iendly Sons of St. Patrick. Yes! I love g d admire you for your young blood: no ! l fossils can see among you, and all true z ns of Ireland. I love and admire this | 3 oiety, MT. President as much as anything h 'e, for the respect and ad- ration it has for the lies. mean the daughters of Erin, for ? is society is entitled to the wreath of glory U their summer excursions. Which of us, her married or single, that cannot give ' aise for that one day in the year and that F n't look with longing and anxious eyes for q , day to return when we can enjoy it with a E lady friends. II But may, MT. President, be trespassing the sentiment of another toast, and in te lclusion let me hope that the Friendly VI 1s of St. Patrick of New Haven may hand VII to their posterity a good record, one t their sons and daughters may feel proud in after years, and may continue to per- uate the name from generation to genera th ], so that their children may be as numer- tr as the sand on the seashore. re