The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1896-01-29

ton. The Celt is by nature highly
sensitive, capable of the deepest feel
ing and unable to conceal the emo
lions of his soul. AS the day of sailing
draws nigh, tears are seen in abund-
ance, mothers become inconsolable, ia
theirs break down, brothers and sisters
weep, but when the sorrowful adieu
comes, the deepest depths of the Irish
heart open their flood gates and suffer
the intense woe to strike them down in
despair. / have stood looking at such
scenes till my own heart went out in
sympathy with those good people; l
was but a boy, little dreaming that
even then the day was not far distant
when too should taste the sorrow and
anguish which pressed down so heavily
upon them. Strong stalwart young
men are clasped in the embraces of a
dear old mother, whose heart is break
ing. for she knows but too truly that
her boy will never again come back
Young women seem demented in their
grief; they are leaving homes, happy
though poor; they are being driven by
poverty to seek n livelihood in a far off
land. and the future with all its vicis-
STUDIES comes up before them. Again
they behold the weeping forms of their
loved ones, and their own tender in
stincts overcome them. What a sor-
rowful wall is rung out to the skies
when lne last ldIeWoIl Is SdlQ. Inc old
people stand for hours watching the
vessel as she steers towards the sea;
handkerchiefs are waved and waved
again, and long after the reality of
vision gives way to imaginative looks,
those SORROW stricken parents keep
gazing wistfully at all that was most
dear to them. Those on board, too,
are ever watching the shore; their eyes
are strained into pain; gradually but
too surely they are drifting farther
and farther away, until in the hour of
the setting sun, the dear old land sinks
down below the horizon forever, leav-
ing behind 1t a blank which time can
never fill.
In my own case. some years ago
while / mourned intensely the depart-
ure, my eyes We're riveted upon n
young Irish girl who was alone on the
deck of the steamer. She was the pic
ture OF woe and desolation and sorrow,
and could not he comforted. Just as
the sun sank down below the horizon,
in a moment of Inconsistencies, she
tenderly sung out .A|
It's the last glimpse of Erin in sor-
row / see
with a Misunderstanding effect.
This is one side of the sbory-the sor-
rowful one. There is another, happy
and joyous one. for the returning Celt
is unable to contain himself when he
beholds after an absence OF years the
dear old land of Erin. Those who have
heard the story Of the Irishman. brol-
en- down with years. who, when the
shores OF Ireland burst in upon his
view after well nigh half a century of
separation. cried out aloud:
on. Ireland. up from my heart OF
hearts
bid you the top of the mornin'.
can appreciate all that is conveyed in
such a return. His joy. his gladness
know no bounds. The wish of the
heart is then being realized. aud youth.
with all its pleasant recollections
comes back TO him anew. He sees once
more the green hillside. the round tow
er. the ivy-clad monastery. the thatch-
ed cabins. the wales. the rivulets of
Ireland and the years Of labor and pain
are quickly forgotten. lie is then will
ing to face his Creator for ne has be-
held again the green shore Of Erin.
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