Morning journal and courier., 1889-06-01

ed and protected, as 1t were, by parents, rel- atives and at least two score aggressivsly defensive followers. On the other was a smart-looking Irish youth in 8 state ap- preaching frenzy, surrounded and restrained from some violent purpose by 8 like retinue of family, friends and loyal followers. Dropping quietly into line behind, among the mble- footed, least partisan, and one might gay commiseratingly-ble blended follow- CTS, speedily learned the cause of the oth- erwise inexplicable spectacle. Nora, the daughter of Kilreekill peasant, had been wooed by and betrothed to Denis, son of 8 peasant of Ballynoe. The Kilreekin father disliked the match, and, bent on irrevocably breaking it of, had got Nora started thus far towards America. Denis, wild with grief, had scourged Longford barony for friends for rescue; and all the way from Kilreekill the factions had attacked each other, retreated, psrleyed, blarneyed, seorned, truced; and so it went again to Garbally hamlet, when a cheer of hope arose in the ranks of Denis' followers; for down the hill from behind, sight to do Cupid's sorry eyes good, came 6 host of "the byes' from about Oghil and Kiltomer. These rushing down and reinforcing our side-and I say "our side," for in some way I found myself giving an elbow to the cause of Dem is-we made as fine a rally and sally as any one would joy to see; captured the blushing and willing Nora; bore her triumphantly into Balinasloe; and had her safely and se- curely married to Denis by an obliging priest within @ glorious half hour thereafter.
 But this happy outcome is one out of a thousand miserable cases. At every little station, from Galway or Tralee, eastward 1; from Dublin or Wexford, westward; and all along the lines converging at or towards Mallow, and thence to Cork, these sad-eyed "convoying" parties may be seen waiting for the last embrace, hand-pressure or glimpse of the 66nartinp and if hara and would ride in the s'third- -class' carriages, as do, and could see each little compart- ment packed with from twenty to thirty of these emigrants on their way to Cork and Queenstown, you would for the first time in your life realize the woe of those who go, to an extent that you would have more com- passion for them that come. And then, at Halfway, at Blackpool, at Blarney, on scram ble the beggar crew who eke livelihood from the hysterical, tender hearted and sim- pie folk who are found on every one of these trains departing. Legless pipers pipe most patriotic airs; blind fddlers set all the breasts heaving and eyes weeping from their tender Irish melodies; while blind minstrels roar, "The Harp and the Shamrock of Ould Ireland.' Pennies rain into their cups and hats like ''drop-ripe'' wheat shaken by the wind. Through this lugubrious misery all are straining their tear dimmed sight for last look at the warm wales and nestling
 
 the din of the heroic minstrel music is al- most drowned in the thunder of the train rushing through the long tunnel. Ireland, beloved Ireland, Is for the first time plotted out of sight. The minor chords of the pipes and the fddles are no match for the resist less wailings now. Sobs, moans, groans and pitiful exclamations of endearment swell into such 8 touching and grewsome miserere as my ears never before heard. In flash and we are in the light again; and here, half way up the noble heights of the beautiful city of Cork, in pandenlonium and hubbub internal, the half a thousand tortured souls are shunted out of thsir vile pens, shunted into other vile pens, and whirled away to Queenstown, amid merciless robbers and murderous stTunners," to await the packing and prodding into the great steamers holds, and suoh embarking brutalities as disgrace civilization. Some one braver than I must go there and write Of the heart breaking outrages they suffer, and of that last awful moment when they see the thresa-like line of misty green that lies where Erin is, be- hind. But I have seen enough to banish forever from my own "Yankee" breast all those detestable traces of bigotry, puritan ism, prejudice, Httleness, which are the burning shame of those emigrant-descended "American" upstarts, who will welcome such as these, or the sore=hearted from any tyran- ny-accursed land, with other than com passionate soul and 6 generous, helpful hand.
 There is nothing more beautiful in all Ire- land than Cork city, set in stone and terrace against her leafy heights, and the broaden ing river Lee, which, rising in the mystic depths of weird, wild, Gougane Barra. at the edge of Kerry, wanders through lovely glens and sunny wales to where the city and tide meet, and then blending with the salt water, sweeps through the most glorious and pie turesque estuary in the world, down past Queenstown to the sea. But this has been repeatedly told by word-painters galore. My own secret longing led me first and last to,