Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-05-01
THE IRISH CAMPAIGN.
PROFESSOR GAYLEYs LECTURE ON IRE
LAND LAST MIGHT.
Parnell and the Campaign of 1854
Prophecy for Ireland-A Brill
liant Peroration.

only falr audience greeted Professor
Gayiey. of the State University, at the Con-
gregational Church last night to hear his
recital before the Sacramento Lecture AS
ISOLATION of the incidents of the Irish cam
paign for home rule in Ireland in 1886,
but they greeted him in way of which he
must have been proud.
1t took Professor Gayley about twenty
minutes to get his auditors "into the
swim.'' but once in they were in "for
good" He passed rapidly over the events
that led to the modern demonstration,
sketched lightly but wildly few of the
great leaders, like Joe Biggar, O'Brien,
Tim Healy and Sexton, fairly shook his
audience with his description of the tumult
of popular political meeting, rushing
them along amid the shouts and swayings
of the noisy multitude, till every nearer
felt the rhythm of the movement. saw the
swimming blackthorns ofthe men and the red
petticoats of the women, who had gathered
to applaud the speakers of the day.
Parnell, the embodiment and guide of
the home-rule movement, was described as
steady. discreet, cool man, with the blood
of centuries OF judicial ancestry in his
veins. careful and wise manager of his es-
tates, beloved by his tenants, and in poll
tics only because he must be. 1t is for
tunate thing, the speaker said, that the
cause OF Ireland was in the hands of an
Irishman not given to Irish exaggeration
in speech. Parnell was. above all things,
careful and exact in speech.
The eighty-fve Irish leaders of the party
were described as men ofself-restraint, living
constantly under high sense of RESPONSE
bility, and were avouched by the speaker
as the cleanest body of men in thought and
private speech it had ever been his fortune
to know. Not one evil story or impure ex-
preston had he heard from their lips in all
his association with them. He closed
with the following brilliant peroration:
Il look to the Ireland of the future, whose
fields shall wave with grain, and whose
highlands shall be white with the sheep
upon thousand hills; whose rivers shall
again bear upon their broad bosoms the
crafts of nations, or shall wind in careless
peace by castle and village where plenty is
green and prosperity rings her bells for
joy.
II see the Ireland of the future, her an
Gent cities once more grown young, her
sons the ornament of peace, the vanguard
of war; again, as they have been, the poets,
orators, statesmen, soldiers of the British
Empire.
II see her faiths living, her feuds dead.
see the spires of her churches-Romanist,
Episcopalian, Presbyterisn-ponti to the
zenith, no longer symbols of hate and
bigotry,. but spirits in marble, flames in
stone, forever mounting toward the light
that is God-forever enarched by the
Heaven that is love.
Give Ireland her Union, not of paper,
but of love, and no longer shall Saxon
meet Celt in enmity, but shoulder to
shoulder shall they bear victorious arms
for the Union on whatever shore the drum
beat of England is heard. No more shall
the Red Hand of Ulster strike discordant
the strings of the Harp of Erin; no more
shall the green flag faunt defiance in the
face OF the Lion; no more shall the Rose
of England droop with petals that her own
tyranny has soiled, nor the Shamrock of
Ireland shrivel under the heats of op-
preston, but together shall the Rose, the
Thistle and the Shamrock adorn one
'scutcheon, and bloom upon one field of
green"