The Irish standard., 1896-10-17

said, discovered the substitution, not
even O'Connell himself. Christy was
fond Of telling story Of an adventures in
which he admitted he was beaten By the
esprit Of a Dublin housemaid. While she
reporters were waiting for the judges one
morning i'll the Queens bench, little
maiden tripped out by the Judges door
to give the bench a last touch OF her
duster. Christy, who was the soul OF fun,
got up grayedy, and, in falsetto voice not
uncommon on such occasions, muir
INJURED: May it Please your lordship, l
have a motion to make" The maiden,
mot a whit daunted, turned round and re-
Piled: II take motions only in chambers
this morning, Mr.. Hughes.
When passed into the editorial rank
Christy Hughes, when next encountered
him, condoled me in a sympathetic voice
on my early fall. Where have fallen
from, Christy?" I inquired. Why
don't you know" he replied, when
man is found too stupid to be q good re-
porter they Immediately make him an
editor
My position on the Register brought
me into contact from time to time with
notable persons, political and literary,
whom was destined to know better in
after times. One Sunday when [ had SAT
down to luncheon message was brought
me that a gentleman awaited me be.ow
on urgent business. To be disturbed in
the only tranquil hour of a busy day was
not pleasant, and / would have requested
him to call later but that the messenger
said he would only occupy a minute, as
he was on. his way TO lunch at the Vice.
regal Lodge When I descended l found
a little, middle-aged man, with pleasant
smile and Gively eyes. but Of a counte-
nance far from comely, and so elaborate
ly dressed that the primrose gloves which
he wore did not seem out of harmony
with the splendor of his attire. But my
Interest was awakened iii an instant,
when he told me his "name, was Moore
Thomas Moore" He had come to ask for
a proof of some words spoken the night
before at the theater on q. universal call
frcm the House I knew the Irish nlelo-
dies from boyhood. Later l had learned
to taste the bitter sweet of his political
squibs, and revel in the yelled sedition of
the Fireworshippers. There was proba~
bly,, no one living would have seen with
more satisfaction, and he enjoyed my.
sympathy. What other reward, indeed,
has the secluded man Of letters for life
Of endless toll than the affections he
awakens in youthful breasts?
Father Tom Mcguire, who was then ex-
ceedingly popular as q successful contro-
versalist, was another unexpected visitor;
a vigorous, agile man. with abounding
life in every limb. He looked like
weatherbeaten missionary who had en-
countered and triumphed over all the
storms of life. Modern taste would prob
ably pronounce him unclerical, but he
stood above convention, and was in spirit
and endowments genuine tribune of
the people.
"A brief visit to my mother first brought
me into personal contact with a friend
destined to largely influence my life,
Thomas O'Hagan, whom hitherto had
only known as a young editor, was now
practicing barrister. at the outset OF
prosperous career, and was on circuit at
Monaghan when I reached that town.
The good old parish priest, Dean BelleW,
invited us to his table tete-t-tete, and
from that day a friendship commenced
which was only interrupted by his death
half a. century later He was four years
my senior in age, and many more years
in discipline and experience, and can
well recall that he looked as much the
ideal Of a noblenran then in his early
manhood as when afterwards he wore
the ermine of a chancellor and the cor
onet of peer. Wig and gown were. not
yet worn on circuit, but in the evening
dress which was substituted for them his
sweet serene cOuntenance lin which |
afterwards SO often found comfort and
and confidence in the troubles of life)
seemed to me an ideal of intellectual and
manly beauty. l loved and TRUSTED him
entirely from the outset, and his infln-
ence on my character constantly tended
to make me more cons:derate and circum-
spect that, might be less unworthy of
my friend. r.,
MY duties on daily paper, which new
er altogether ceased day or night, were
s5e-y trying. My del!verance from this
slavery came to me in this way. There
was lively movement among political
,uarties in Ulster; the Belfast Conserya-
tiyes had induced Isaac Butt, a professor
of political economy in Trinity College,
and editor of the Dublin University Mag
azine. to conduct i a, new Conservative
journal for them, and the Catholics OF
Newry. had been fortunate enough to Sc
cure the aid Of Thomas O'Hagan to write
leaders for their local journal, founded
by a Protestant patriot, the once famous
John Morgan.
The Catholics OF Belfast, who amount
ed to $4,000 and, included several men Of
opulence, determined to have a journal
of their own, and they sent a deputation.
to Dublin to find an editor with the help
OF O'Connell. O'Connell recommended;
r. M. Hughes, but he declined to live in
Belfast, and finally I was chosen; and
as the new Journal was to be a bi-weekly
one, I was relieved forever from the ex-
hausting slavery of daily paper.
. The leaders of the Monaghan Liberal
Club, who knew me from birth, enter
tive town to launch me in my career
with a. parting hurrah. In the half CEN
tury that followed i sat at many feasts,
but the exquisite flavor and intoxicating
odor of the first never returned. was
then % years of age, in impaired health,
but devoured with ambition to do some
thing memorable for Ireland. Ny aps
premiership to journalism was short, not
exceeding three years, and henceforth .
was called on to exercise authority ln--
stead of obey;ng it.
lake CITY. Mimi Monday night an un-
known man came to the Ryan Hotel about
10 o'clock and applied for lodging. He
left the house and returned about: 1870.
He seemed IN the best. Of healt He was
given q bed in a room Where two other
men were lodging. Next morning when
the two men arose they found the man