The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-03-17

stream;
While the young Arab, haunted by the
smell
or her own mountain flowers as by a
spell
The sweet Elcaya, and that courteous
tree
Which bows to all who seek it's canopy,
Seas, call'd I'D around by those magic
| scents,
The well, the camels, and her fathers
tents
! Signs for the home she left with little
pain,
And wishes cen its sorrows back
again"
1t is the American who has no heart
who has no thought beyond putting a
dollar out at mighty interest-Who has
no Zest for any ether book than his
| easy accountant or his soulless ledger
who hates the Irish for their generous
qualities, their infallible religion, and
their inveterate democracy-the Amer
lean who. as Sidney Smith said, has the
Ten Commandments written on his
face. and looks SO Virtuous that he
might commit any crime and no one
believe in the possibility of his guilt"
tRoars of laughter. 1t is he alone who
regards with a cod-liver eye, a nutmeg
nose, Maine liquor law howl, and a
CromWellian depreciation, the love of
Ireland which the Irshman brings with
him TO America, which he cherishes
here in every vicissitude of his laborious
life, and with which. whether he be in
rags or in purple and fine linen, wheth-
er ne is digging for gold like d drudge
in Montana, or spending it like an Irish
prince in New York. he celebrates st.
Patrick's day. CLCud and long con-
tinued cheering).
George Washington did not think it
incompatible with his Americanism ito
become member of the Friendly Sons
of st. Patrick Of Philadelphia, and
drown the shamrock with that convivial
brotherhood, and do it honestly like a
noble Virginian as he was. Cloud
cheering).
Henry Clay did not think it incom-
patible with his Americanism to wet
his clay with the Irishmen Of Kentucky,
when he sat down with them in Louis
vile on such another anniversary as we
now celebrate, and fervently wished
that his stalwart state had been blessed
with such a snake exterminator as Ire
land. through centuries of reptilian ex-
purgation, has proved incontestibly our
beneficent apostle to have been. cloud
laughter and great cheering).
Let the marroWless bigot, then, carp
and deprecate-let the hungry Puritan
with his nasal music importune the
God of blue laws to save the Yankee
nation from the wtchcraft of st. Pat
ricks daughters and deviltry of ST. Pat
rick's sons. Cloud laughter). st. Pat
rick's daughters and St. Patricks sons,
like the faithful Kent, will pursue their
odd course in country new" loud
cheering).
Grateful and devoted to his country,
>, ;,I, 1Nn,y Al
There are lands where manly toll
Surely reaps the crop it sows-
Glorious woods and teeming soil
Where the broad Missouri flows"
(Cheers).
Where Charles Phillips grandly said,
"the oppressed of all countries. the
martyrs of every creed, find refuge.
their industry encouraged. their piety
respected, their ambition animated.
with no restraint but those laws which
are the same to all, and no distinctions
save those which merit may originate"
(Cheers). Grateful and devoted to this
country, in which the fortunes of their
race have, in countless instances, been
resplendantly redeemed-in which so
many of them have risen to the highest
stations and been greeted with the ap-
plause of the nation-in which the name
OF Montgomery is Immortality identified
with the military enterprises-that of
Fulton with the scientific, and that Of
Emmett with the forensic glories of the
republic Qoud cheers)-grateful and de-
voted to this great country, the Irish
people in America will not, and can not,
forget the land of their birth. their suf-
fering, their dearest memories and
proudest holes. cloud cheering).
I'm bidding you a long farewell
My Maryland and true!
But I'll not forget you, darling
In the land I'm going to;
They say there's bread and work for all,
And the sun shines always there
But I'll not forget old Ireland
Were it fifty times as fair"
(Enthuiastic APPLAUSE
But whilst they will not, and can not,
forget old Ireland, they will not, and
can not, forget America-America that
has ever been true to Ireland-true to
her in her political struggles-true to her
in the days Of her downfall and martyr
dom--true to her when England was
false, cruel, truculent, the fagitious
slanderer of her name, the Unsuitable
glutton that has devoured her wealth
and drank to excess her richest blood
(Hear hear, hear )-America, that In
the days of famine, plague, havoc and
devastation, when forest of cypress
seemed to darken the green island, and
the cry for bread went through the
darkness and pierced the very heart of
heaven itself-(Hear, hear, heaT)-dis-
patched her war eagles, with the golden
sheafs in their talons, to shower life
upon the starving, and with the en-
blems of liberty rekindle the expiring
spirit of the enslaved. vehement cheer
ing).
Nor will America forget the land
which gave her such champions, in the
day of her great struggle, as Burke, and
Sheridan, and Grattan-men who threw
themselves between her and her tyrant,
and who, with all the vehemence and
vigor Of their race. strained every nerve
to wrench from the tyrant's grasp the
sword that struck at liberty, and, strik-
ing at that, struck deep into the Irish
heart. (Renewed and continued cheers).
Thus. hand in hand. shall America
and ireland, shall ireland and America,
go down the great road of time-the
humble shamrock of the one interviewer
by a golden cord with the proud idureis
of the other-the free, the prosperous
and the powerful with a noble sympa-