Kentucky Irish American. (Louisville, Ky.) 1898-1968, 1899-02-25
Their Charge Buried Near the
Remains of the Great
Daniel O'COnnell.
But Few Remain of the Devoted
Band Who Made the Bod
enstOwn Trip.
JEREMIAH KAVANAGH LIVES HERE.

chapter i'll Mr.. Michael Cavanagh's series
of stories of his visit with other Irish
Americans to the grave of Theobald
Wolfe Tone. One of the principals, Mr.
Jeremiah Kavanagh, still resides i'll this
city, honored and respected by his fell
low-countrymen:
God rest them ALL the good and brave,
Though far apart their bodies lie
In Irish earth or foreign grave,
Their souls commingle i'll the sky!"
Having accomplished the object of our
visit to Bodentown we returned to Sallins,
where, finding we had some time to
spare before the arrival of the train for
Dublin, we spent a most agreeable hour
in the society of the warIn-hearted fam
lily of our new-made friend John Magrath.
The object of our visit naturally formed
the chief topic of conversation. One of
the party recited Tones Gravel" and
our host, in the warmth of his enthusi-
asm, proffered me the generous privilege
of grave beside the hero, provided l
died in Ireland and wished to be buried
there, for" said he, "our family burial
place is close beside Wolfe Tones, and
no one shall come between him and you,
if you wish it and l survive you'll!
| thanked him for the kind offer,
which l nevertheless, felt compelled to
decline; because, in the first place, was
not ambitious of a distinction l did not
merit, and secondly, if had choice,
I'd prefer to take my last sleep beside
her in whose arms had my first
AS we were about taking leave of this
genial family our host presented us with
fine hare, which had been caught the
previous day on the lands of Bodens-
town, requesting that as we could not re-
main. to eat it with. him, We should
accept it.
My Californian namesake acknowl-
edged the gift IN an appropriate speech,
which supplemented by observing that,
as did not expect to participate in the
prospective feast flor the reason that l
would leave Dublin before it came Off
/ would, then and there, secure my
share of the token of friendship, and,
SulllIS llC dCliOu W lnC MOih, dDylO-
priated the "scut."
On our return to Sallins station we
found the sargent still on the lookout.
He evidently was expecting us, for, while
we awaited the arrival of the train, he
sauntered up to me and opened cover
sation. He soon assumed a confidential
tone, aud, with a chrrming frankness,
told me that he "knew who we were and
where we were going on our arrival in
the morning." that in fact "all the
movements of our party we're known
since we landed at Queenstown, with
more to the same purport.
presumed he intended to impress me
with a salutary awe Of the omnisc;ent
whose fitting representative he was. But
if so the attempt was failure, for in
the language of the immortal Backwoods
Bard:
81 wasn't born in thicket,
To be scared by cricket"
or, to express it in plain prose, 81 knew
the likes of him of ould"-for l was
brought up in a place where "peelers"
were little liked and less feared" and
knowing that nothing so confounds those
crooked-minded scoundrels as speaking
the plain truth--with frankness as con-
iding as his own, told him that 1--WE
anticipated such attentions from Her
Majesty's representatives during our stay
in Ireland; we looked upon them as due
to the position we occupied, and there
fore, as a matter of course, regarded them
with the utmost indifference
Though rather surprised with the curt
ness of my reply, he returned to the
charge, and in an off-hand sort of way
inquired show long we purported re-
naming in Ireland1" replied that, that
was uncertain just then; that under GER
tain not Improbable contingencies some
of us might be induced to remain there
altogether, while Others might find it
necessary to recross the Atlantic on inn
portant businessl'
The arrival of the train terminated our
interesting confab, and we parted with
mutual expressions of good will-but
/ Will SOihC AhCnldl SClNdAlOuS Ou uOln
sides.
On our return to Dublin we took car
and proceeded to Glasnevin cemetery to
view the spot wherein our charge was to
be laid at rest on the morrow. We found
the grave already prepared, in close
proximity to that of Anne Devlin, Robert
Emmets heroic servant, and within the
shadow of the modern Round Tower
that rises above the remains of O'Con-
nell. We assembled the latter structure,
and from its lofty summit enjoyed a
splendid panoramic view of Dublin and
its environs. thus appropriately terminal
ing the experiences of this eventful day.
In the years which have since gone
down "the stream of time" have passed
into the illimitable ocean of eternity"
many Of the men whose memories are