Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1890-08-03

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legend and had set the seal of approving
admiration upon the verses in the follow
ing emphatic if somewhat exasgeratiVe
fashions:
This above 10 written well,
For IT'S written ON the gates OF hell
which is perhaps the first. time that the
third. class compartments of south lrlsh
railway-carriage was ever so described. =,
This was the end of God save the
Queen" series, so to speak. 10 the rlght
another Nationalist had introduced new
subject of pasquinade by writing IN
Grabbed but very le9ible hand:
Balfour and Salisbury,
Both a bit sad:
Tho DEVILS own foois
To set Ireland mad.
The loval subjects and defendants OF the
Queen and Crown are in the minority IN
the south of Ireland, but they exist and
are reasonably lively. One OF this lively
minority had here written:
The man who wrote that is an ass
And Parnell is another.
BUTT was useless. One of the majority
had taken his innings next and neatly COM
pleted the rhyme by adding:
The saxon brsys, but let 1t pass,
An ass should know his brother,
Bot this poor Queen adoring fool
Has neither sight nor hearing,
The longest ears are still his own
And the loudest bray, Tn fearing.
The rhvrne is little hardly treated here,
but such has ever been the fate OF poe
trv when pressed into the service of
nolitics. Not oil nor half the inscrip-
tions were in rhyme, however, though
those were naturally to stranger the
most terse and interesting. One man
had written in very grabbed and
awkward fist: IF the gossoon ever
comes to Cork he will suffer by me-"
No name was given. but from the
place of the writing 1t was evident tnat
Balfour was meant. Indeed 1t was
curious to see how little reference was
made in the inscriptions to the Queen,
the nominal, or Salisbury, the actual head
of the Government. The bitterest attacks
were all upon Balfour. The sentence
quoted above was the only one that could
be construed as q menace or threat whlch
remember seeing. The greater part OF
the writings were simple sentences IKE
Smith, or Loyal Ulster be damn
ed" Profanity is not an exclusively
American accomplishments;
What NAV be called the literature OF ex-
ultant hope bears large proportion IN tne
mural decoration of q south Irish third
class railroad car. One earnest, II faulty
rhyInster has put the universal hope thus:
Old Irolsnd's poor,
But I'm spite Of Balfour
Wen win her deliverance sure
A timid loyal protest tucked away in
corner by the door, where no ardent pa
triot seems to have seen it, or at least
thought it worthy of Q reply:
Parnolrs hand
Has been curse to this fair land.
And the retort courteous might DO read
several seats away boldly written on the
frame of the opposite door:
Damn Balfour's black heart,
He ought to be dragged at tho tall OF q cart
More poetical and kindly was the aspira-
ton of another scribbler:
have found four-leaved shamrock,
May IL change old 1resnds lnck
Another poet had wreaked upon express
sion those stirring lines:
Happy werl be
When old Ireland's free.
Contemporary events were recalled by
the following blood-curdling prophecy:
Let Smith Barry go on evcting his tenants:
In hell no will do fine penance.
Tho mention of the hated landlord of
old Tipperary seems to have suggested the
following horrible doggerel which IVES
written underneath:
Hurrah for the Plan OF Campaign
drink its success in beer, and wish 1t was
champagne.
One of the finest stanzas which ! read,
though have reserved it for quotation
last, was evidently recently written and
suggested by the illness from which Michael
Davitt, whose home is at Ballybrack, near
Dublin, is Just now recovering. 1t read:
There is little giant and he lives at Balybrsck,
And the Tory crew 10 frightened when no gets
upon their track.
Their prisons and their fortunes could mol mako
his eprit ouAil.
For he's an honor TO old Ireland and his courage
would not fail.
But tho Lord was pleased TO cnAsten Din anu
sent him illness sore,
And the Tories oil we're hoping for to SOC their
foe no more.
But weI pray to Heaven night and day to give
his health back, 49,.
the man from Ballybrack.
This was the most ambitious specimen OF
the writing on the WALL but the only COM
ment it has Gale d forth from Tory readers
were the two words, "Oh! gammon!"
The reading of these inscriptions occu-
pied all the time while the train was walt
ing for its passengers and a portion OF tne
short ride from Queenstown 70 Cork as
we'll Three compartments were thrown
together after O fashion not unusual on
Irish railways, and in them all were per-
| haps @ score of people, every one ex-
cept myself Irish-born and returning
| for visit to the old home. Some
came from Denver, some Chicagos. some
Boston, some New York. The read the in
| scriptions aloud, commencing the Parnell-
lite stanzas and good naturedly derided
those of q Tory character. When the train
was fairly under way. however, the wall
writings ceased to interest and they looked
with one accord down and up the beautiful
river as the train twisted about its curves.
The last CLEANS of the late July sun
flashed from q bayonet and lit up q red
coat on the rampant by the landing quay.
Further down the river were hundreds OF
other redcoats in the grim fortresses, now
| too far away for distinct vision. A hand
some young carpenter from Limerick and
| Denver slowly raised his arm to point at
the gay figures on the rampant.
Boys" said he, :" 1t will take more than
writing fine verses in railroad-cars to set
old Ireland Free"