The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-07-07
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ID take ali governors tonight. Hurrs
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"Who can save ,3.3.. & J.
Renegade or slave? ,s
Fortune only twines her garlands

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who can save
Renegade or slave? 81 4sss
Fortune only twines her garlands
For the brave! ss3FS
Hurra again. Poor turnkey stands
agbast. Enter governor, looking "bolts
and bars" ''Gentlemen, to your cells.
This is most improper conduct. I shall
report to the board and have u sepsr-
stely confined" MeaRher intercedes.
9Th. fault is his. He is the head and
cause Of the irregularity. But as he is
going to be hanged he hopes the board
will not sentence him to solitary confine-
ment, in addition to that decisive discip.
line" Loud laughter from governor,
corps of turkeys and rebels. Exeunt
omnes, in E Cd humor, shaking hands,
fercely.
This was the celebration Of the convic-
ton. There was no shrinking within
the jail. Three days before the prison
officers had been seen by some Of our
comrades examining "the drop" prepar-
| ing the scafold for the sacrifice Of the
genius, the hope, the forsaken chivalry
of the trembling country. The appointed
victims knew this. And still the love Of
ireland, which had been their pure and
glorious incentive, made them rejoice to
mount the bloody platform of execution,
carpeted with the torn banners of Ire.
land. .
Oh! often in loneliest solitude in that
old cell, when I alone remained Of the
gang of rebels in Clonmel Jail, have I
thought of the heroism and intrepldity
of the traitors. When hope was wild in
their hearts, in the first days Of the re-
volt; when they seemed within bound
Of success and glory, when, q short week
after, they were hunted outlaws, stealing
through the country by night, hiding by
tho day in woods and on hillsides,
crouching in the sanctuary of the village
chapel, concealed in the rude sheeling of
the peasant, or nursed by the warm hos
pitality of the gentleman farmer. flying
from the police patrols and the recreants
from Dublin who gged til ir steps as
the sleuth hounds of the Castle; cap
tured, hopeless. convicted, condemned
never did one lgnoble fear soil their pur-
pose, nor one bastard regret violate the
vows pledged to Ireland.
And say to you, poor, crinRing slaves
OF Ireland, that beyond his glory in the
Tribune, beyond the fame which diademed
his brow, beyond ell the triumphs Of his
eloquence, beyond the dominion Of your
passions, beyond the witching homage of
fair women and the affection Of bold mon,
was the grandeur of the intrepid bearing
of the young orator Of Revolution when
he stood rejoicing. defiant and inspired
in the shadow of the gibbet, content ito
bear the cross with the same holiness of
soul with which he had worn the laurel
crown"
Seven days later, and 1t was whispered
that the humane government of Her
Most Gracious Majesty, Queen of EGG
land and various other countries, whether
through remorse or policy I know not,
had delicately recommended that the
hungry hangman should be robbed of
the prey allotted to him by the law. A
grace purchased by NO Selfish penitence,
by no apologies from the condemned
cells" There was no loyal jubilee for this
exertion of the apocryphul prerogative.
Neither God Save the Queen" nor
"Rule Britannia echoed in the prison.
The ''Marseillaise" and the wearing Of
the Green" were our vesper hymns.