The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1892-01-30

He was aumltteQ 10 the ranks OF Lle No'
York Battalion. The next year he estat
i-hed the Irish News, and his bnrnir
words of patriotism were pondered b
thousands. This man had the chIvalr
of his great prototype, Brian and Brave
and his ceaseless agitations of his coun
try's rights and his country's wrongs re
call the words OF the Hebrew Seer: eth,
zeal of thine house hath consumed me.
The love of Thomas Francis Meaghel
for his native land seemed TO have the
chastenlng and true seal of conservation
And rs hope deferred made the heart
sick; as the day of deliverance did not
approach; as the skies seemed covered
with clouds and thick darkness, he must
have fancied that the Angel of Death
brooded, with outstretched wings, upon
home and upon his hope. AS he girded
on his sword to fight for the land OF his
adoption, his love for home was crystal
lized into Immortality.
''That love where death hath set his seal;
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow.''
In 1861, he joined the Goth New York.
At the bloody battle of Bull Run he was
at the front of the fray and the face of
the foe, as the major of his regiment.
To nerve and purpose less dauntless
than Meagher's, the result of the conflict
in which he flashed his maiden sword
must have occasioned despondency, if
not dismay. Let the sequel prove. Be-
fore the year was out, he had organized
the ''Irish Brigade and had been made
colonel. And when, on February End,
1862, the brigade was mustered in, he
was made brigadier-general. He was in
that week of unbroken battle around
Richmond, he was away with his COM
mand to the stubb IN field of Antietam;
and then both armies paused to catch
their breath. Scarcely had the autumnal
sun slidden down the skies, to shorten
the dreadful carnage at Fredericksburg,
than his immortal brigade stripped itself,
to climb the horrid hill, where serried
ranks Of artillery awaited them. For
hours the kindly fog delayed the appall-.
ing panorama, and when the sun at
length rolled back it's reluctant folds,
that devoted command rushed for the
guns. They literally dashed themselves
against death; and when he could not
engulf them all in his relentless NAV,
they dashed against his front once more.
And now the remnant of that incompar-
able legion grew emulous of apothecsis,
and made it's final dash. The world
knows the tale. Well may General Dick
Taylor say that the Irish fight the worlds
battles. Why should I add that the
leader of those tremendous onslaughts
was himself stricken down, seriously
wounded.
It was the tale once more of Balaklava;
"Some one had blundered," and, like
those glorious dragons who paused not
to make reply, this cohort of Erin's sons
rushed into the jaws Of death, with the
joyous intrepid1ty of their race. The
mind wearies of an essay, the facts about
this man are almost too rugged to be-
polished into style. The grass was not
yet green above the graves of his legions,
than he was again wounded at Chancel-
lorsville; and now he had to pause for
space. Early, however, i'll the ensuing
year, he was assigned to military divi-
sion, where he proved valuable and
vigilant officer until 1865, when he was
mustered out, with the pride, pomp,
and circumstance of glorious war;
Mustered out! aye! had he not done
enough for honor and for glory? With
his culture, his achievements, his wounds
and his renown, would not rest have been
sweet and the smiles and tears of
women? And then would not larger ave-
nues of legal usefulness have opened to
him in the great metropolis? But the
eagle Of the eyro does not seek it's pas
time in the valley. Who can tell how
Destiny impels the steps of men OF des-
tiny? We only know that when we take
his life, as whole, it was symmetrical
throughout. Upon his final retirement
from the army, he was made Secretary OF
the Territory Of Montana. The governor,
being called away, appointed ham, not
long after, acting governor. Whilst in
the discharge Of this high function, he
was called upon to take measures to pro-
tect the settlers from the Indians. He
was Fastening to accomplish this end,
when he fell from steamer and was
He died with his harness on
He fell asleep under the shadow OF
with hearts OF granite like his
own; and was lulled BY waters pure as
his patriotic heart, and swift as the flow
Sc his sympathies for mankind. There a
Is only the Pacific Sea between the es',- ex--
treme Occident and Orient. Through
ali the reverse course the English tongue
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