The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-11-20
ants-at-will with their hats in their
of eiectment DEGREES

ants-at-will with their hats in their
hands-pyramids of ejectment DEGREES
basins Of transparent poorhouse Cruel
"a great work of art)-case of famished
corpses, to show how lean an Irishman
can walk before he does, while an En-
glishman eats his brcad-dead children,
half-gnawed by wolfish mothers-there
were an exposition of Irish industry for
a queen of England to open In state
there was the true mirror Of the coun-
try's condition. But because this ghast-
ly picture is true, it will be carefully
turned with it's face to the wall, and all
manner Of glitterng, flattering lies will
take its place. Let that palace of false
hood stand while 1t may-it is but glass;
Let the poor worshipers of that OBJ
scene golden image which the Prince
Albert has set up, wallow and groveI
eat dirt there, and crave the crumbs that
fall from their masters tables. I tell
them that l was a freer man in the
bermuda hulk than the unhappy irish
men who saunter and shipper in the
Dublin crystal palace, and make believe
that they are loyal citizens and mem-
bers of society. Their soul dwells in a
hulk. From the brown sheds of Tas-
manian woods l had clearer view Of
the transactions and destinies of man
kind than they in the center of their
vicious civilization, and amidst the
crushing race Of hungry candidates for
ten thousand oftices-which are Eng
lands brides and the DEVILS. Therefore
you will see that it is not In ignorance
or forgetfulness of what has been pass
ing these late years, that l hail your
sympathy with Irish rebellion. There
are Irishmen here tonight-lo you, my
lost forever? Is the history of Ireland
over? Do you tell me to go back to my
island dungeon, and disturb no more
the march Of the Anglo-Saxon civiliza-
ton and the crystal palace progress of
the species? Forgive me the question,
my countrymen! Do not our hearts
leap out at the very thought of the
next European convulsion? Do they not
burn within us when we think Of all that
Peace and Order" as tryants call the
chained quiescence of slaves. how it will
be shivered to atoms on some early day
"a day to be called a white day for
ever-with a crash which shall shake the
pillars of the globe; and how thrones
and municipalities will totter and rush
down into chaos before the stormy wrath
and execration of gods and men. Bear
with me. l have plunged at once into
the very heart and center of my alb
scrbing subject 1t has been the passion
of my life; it has been the dreams Of
my prison hours by day and night. No
wonder that | rush SO eagerly to ment
your offered sympathy, my brother re-
publicans And let me remind you that
am not republican because 1 was
transported, but that | was transported
because | was a republican. No wonder
gladly hasten to realize TO myself the
full meaning Of that sympathy, and to
let all the world, friends and enemies,
know the same"
John Mitchell, who was, and whose
memory is today, revered by the Irish
people, was elected M p. for County
Tipperary on the 10th of February, 1875,
and landed in Queenstown the following
day. but on motion of Disracli, in the
house of commons, he was declared in
capable Of being elected, being an alien
and convicted felon. However, before
the law, depriving him of his seat could
be put In operation, he died at Drom-
alane on the Goth of March, 1876, aged
SO years. and was buried in the Unitar-
ian cemetery Newry.
Mitchell was an honest, brave and pa
triotic man, who regarded it his duty
to sacrifice his personal interests and
tenderest affiliations on the altar of his
country. He was voumin0us and
forciblo writer, a ready and incisivo
speaker, and in domestic life was ono
of the gentlcst OF men.