Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1893-03-18

that cloud one face sealed IN clcnal.rest
when some old fish-wives OF the Bauucte
wallis near. crossing themselves as Il il
vcre an old habit and for likc occasions.
iasjlv muttered "El desciiar' "Ei
dcseftar"
AT every little station 100 Ireland.
from Galway or Tralee, castwml from
Dublin or Wexford, westward, and
along the lines converging at or towards
Maiow. and thence To Cork sad.eycd
Conveying" parties may De seen wait
ing for The last embrace haud.pfcssure
or glimpse, or the departing tmIgrant
Tor America; aud II you were Zoo Ireland
and would ride IN the 'thirI.cllss" car.
riagcs as do. and could see each little
compartment packed with rom twenty
to thirty of these emigfanis on their
way TO Cork or Oucenst1wn, YOU would
for the first time m your life realize the
woe Of those who 30, to au extent
that YOU would have more compassion
Tor those who come.
And then, at Hallway, a. Backpool,
at Blatney, ON scramble the heggarcrcw
who exc y livelihood from the Uystetical.
tender.hcarted and simple folk who ave
found on every one OF these trains de-
parting. Legless piper, pipe most pa.
tfiotic airs; blind iiddlgu set aIl The
breasts heaving and eye weeping from
their tender Irish mcludiu while blind
minstrels roar. 1.-THE hfp and the
Shamrock OF Ould Ireland Pennies
rain into their cups and bats Ike drop.
upe" wheat shaken by the wind.
Through this lugubuous misery all are
s,rainng their toar'dimmgd sight for a
last look at the warm wales and nesting
homes Of lrelands tender 1uth.
Suddenly the din OF the heroic min.
strcl music is almost drowned IN the
thunder Of the train. rushing through
/ the long tunnel. Ireland beloved Ire
/ land. is for the first TIM uiollrd out VI
sight. The minor cords of the pipes
and hddlcs are no match Cor the resist.
/ less wailings now. Sohs, means, groans,
aud p,uful exclamation 90 Uudearment,
swell into such a touching and grewsome
| MiSejtyc as your cars never before
/ heard.
In "A flash YOU arc In the hight again;
/ and here, hall way up the noble heights
I OF the beautiful city OF Cork, 90 pandc.
/ monum and hubbub Internal. the half 4
/ thousand tortured souls are shuutcd ont
/ OF their vile pens, shunted into other vile
pens, and whirlcd away 20 Queenstown,
amid mcrcilcss robbers auu murderou.
"runncrs," to await packing and prodd.
ing into the great steamers holds, and
embafsing brutaliues which are a cruel
| blight upon the civilization OF our time.
There are two Of the sound, Of the
early English morning which haunt me
with persistent piteousuc,s. SO long
have ! heard them and hrooded over
their sad suggestiveng,s that in what.
ever country | happen 10 be wandering
and however leaden may be my slum'
Der, am certain TO awaken at the hour
to hear their gtewsumc echoes acros,
the land or sea.
These a c the clattcr, clattUr clatler o.
the hob.nailed shoes OF thousands o.
factory hands on their way 10 their daily
toll, and the hacking, whis,ling coughing
OF hundreds among them. In all Eng
lish towns aud citiei, when hiding a
any public hostelry, YOU may hear tn,
first Of this nj four O'Clock u the morn
ing, a quick, sharp ringing Of the hob
nails on the pavement hy one. or two d
group OF half a dozen. Of these toiier
will form the prelude. Then for a few
moments all will bc still. Again In
creased clattcr by larger squads, ant
more pronounced coughing Soon tn
beating OF their feet will grow into al
most roar. by five O'Clock the soun