The Irish standard., 1898-10-29
"Their castle sits securely on it's old ac-

cursed hill.
And their motley pirate standard taints
the air Of ireland still,
And their titled paupers clothe them
with the toll of Irish hands,
And their Saxon greed is glutted from
our plundered fathers lands"
In the rush and roar Of our crowded
cities, in the depths of gloomy mines,
in the lonely solitudes of snow-capped
mountains, in the camps of the armies
of the republic, behind the guns of our
floating fortresses, in the glare of the
MONDAY sun and beneath the star-lit
dome where God has written His name
with worlds upon the Heavens" the
exiles of Erin feel the degradation, the
woe, the misery of their suffering moth
erland. They realize that in the midst
of their prosperity that
"The trail of the serpeant is over ALL"
They cannot separate themselves from
the ever present gloomy thought that
they are the eXiled children of cruelty
seem puerile to chafe, and fumc, and fret
over the hard fate we have left forever,
but in leaving that we have neither lost
nor forgotten our first love nor our first
hatred. Both of these passions and es-
pecially the last, are as ever present as
the vital principle of life itself. Little
did the short-sighted SaXons think that
in driving us from home they were but
building new and stronger Irish enemy
on this side of the Atlantic, whose life
mission it would be to thwart, oppose
and nullify every effort they might make
to extend their influence or increase
their commerce at the expense Of our new
home. The Friendly Sons of st. Patrick,
the Emmet Monument Association, the
Fenian Brotherhood, the A. o. H., the
Father Matthew Societies, the Irish regi-
ments and companies and all the other
Irish organizations which have existed
since the revolutionary era, have been,
and are, the schools in which the ancient
spirit of our race has peen cultivated
and perpetuated from generation to gen.
Grafton. side by side with our duty to the
republic, until it has become an axiom,
that the better Irishman one is the better
American he is also. We have made it
our duty to camp on England's trail, to
watch vigilantly her every move, to eX-
pose her savage cruelties wherever her
hated felon flag pollutes the air, to hold
up to eXceration and scorn her treach-
erous lying conspiracies to embroil
America with her best aud Oldest friends,
to denounce her hellish schemes for the
enslavement of weak peoples OF failing
in that to compass their destruction, to
mourn over her victories and eXult over
her defeats. May God increase the de-
feats.
Father Burke and John Mitchell foiled,
defeated and brought to utter scorn,
Froudc, the libeler of our race, thirty
years ago, and we will Illustrate the sim
lister designs Of the Shiny snake, Judas
Chamberlain. Yes, glory be to God, we
have already done SO. We're it not for
our efforts to the contrary, America
would now be bound fast in the loath-
some embraces of the degraded British
harlot. And now, there is not one man
who seeks election to any once In the
union, who dares TO lift up his voice in
favor Of the adulterous connection. We
are very proud to say that our example
has been followed by many of the true
sons of the republic as well as by the
Germans, the French, the Scandnavians,
the Poles and the Bohemians Many of
the ablest newspapers have seen the er-
TOT Of their ways and now either openly
denounce the hateful swindlc or treat it
as an exploded fallacy too absury to de-
serve serious notice. Several state con-
ventions have branded it as an unclcan
thing, and not one has dared to advocate
it. Let Judas bring home this glorious
news to his discredited government, and
tell it that they owe this signal defeat
to Irishmcn, who, he said, had no in
fuencc in the land Of their adoption. We
have accomplished this victory for Amer
lea and ourselves. and we will continue
the good work until this unloly and dis
gusting alliance is as dead as slavery.
by our sorrows, wrongs and battles,
by Cromlcach's raths and towers,
BY sword and chain, by all the slain be-
tween their race and ours
By naked Glaives and yawning graves
and ccasclcss tears and gore,
Till battles flood wash out in blood
their footsteps from our shore"
Cuba's Cry Is Answered,