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

"strongbow was like new-tuned harp
sichord:
But Longbow wild as an Aeolian harp
With which the winds of heaven can
claim accord,
And make a music, whether fiat OF
sharp.
OF StrongboW's talk you would not
change word:
AT Longbow's phrases you might
sometimes carp;
Both wits-one born so, and the other
bred
This by his heart, his rival by his
head"
(Renewed and prolonged APPLAUSE.
In art, Maclise has won an imperial
crown. Davis said of him that his pen
Gil was as true as a sunbeam. Barry
was in the studio what Burke was in
the senate-a prodigy of genius! In
his vast painting of the Last Judg-
ment' he has shaken one world with
the thunders of another" (Renewed
and continued cheering). But it is said
that the educated intelligence, to say
nothing of the property. of ireland, has,
unless in some eccentric instances, be-
come unparalleled. and that to the in
dependence of the country it is haught-
lily hostile. Here an argument is ad-
Vanced against Irish independence.
With me that argument goes for moth
ing. Shall a nation postpone her lib
ertS in Difference to an erudite slavery?
Is the liberty of a nation a usurpation
unless the menials of political life, the
painted butterflies of fashion, varlets,
harlequins and vassa!s, concur in the
claim? (Hear, hear, and great ap-
plausel. Give me the people--the de-
m2cracy-the men who till the fields
the men who build the ships and cities,
the men who subjugate the wilderness,
train and rear it into a noble civiIiza-
ton, and, so far, consummate the divine
purpose Of creation. From this element
has some of the most powerful intel
lects and potentates of the world
sprung. Homer. Shakespeare, Michael
Angelo. the great jurists of England,
the great statesmen of America. the
marshals of Napoleon, were from the
democracy. cloud cheers). Give me
the people, the democracy. of Ireland,
Should they demand the liberty of Ire
land. l shall not wait on any lord or
pedant, not on any lords nor pedant's
turnkey, to ratify the claim {Great
cheers. Give me the peasantry-the
reviled. scorned, ignored peasantry of
Ireland! Their wretched cabins have
$1,000
ditions and hopes of Ireland have been
treasured and transmitted. cloud ap-
plause and sensation). In the adverse
days-fn the days of cowardice debase-
nent and despair-the spirit of Ireland
has lived in them and become immortal
In the fiercest storms they have never
WINGED or wavered. In the bloodiest
times they have been dauntle;s and he
roic. The hills of Wexford-the plains
of Kildare-the mountain passes of
are vital with their des-
perate courage under the shock and
scourge Of battle. Enthusiastic and
cheering). Never, never
let the Irish heart give up the hope of
seeing, on Irish soil, the fatal destiny
Of centuries reversed. and a restored
nation, wisely instructed and ennobled
In the school of sorrow. planted there.
Think, think what this hope has been
to Ireland. 1t has been the light of her
darkness-the jewel of her poverty-the
music of her tribulation-the bright
of her eXiles. 1t has been
the main nerve of her industry abroad
ON the field of death, it has been the
fire Of her heart. and the magic OF her
nag. Vehement appause).
Now comes the question. is this fes-
tival of love, of pride, of sorrow, Gale
loyalty to America? The question. an
lgnominious one--an ignominious one
would not surely emanate from me,
were 1t not that there are some vicious
of small brains and smaller
hearts-men of more gall than blood
who. even here assert that love of Ire
land, devotion to her cause, active SYM
pathy with the protracted contest for
her redemption. involve an equivocal al
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the bastard Americanism (great cheer
lng) that spews this imputation in the
face of the gallant race, whose blood.
shed in torrents for its inviolability and
Its glory, has impaired a brighter GRIM
son to the stripes, and made the stars
Of that triumphant flag irradiate with
a keener radiance. Enthusiastic and
ong continued cheering). I appeal not
TO the burning sands, the cactus circled
sortresses, the causeways, the volcanic
heights, the gates and towers of Mexico.
Let the woods and swamps of the dead
Y Chickahominy the slopes of Malvern
lill. the waters of the Antietam, the
1efiant heights of Fredericksburg, the
hickets of the Widerness-a thousand
'attlehelds, now beloved with Irish
graves, declare that love for Ireland
blends with the loyalty to Amer
ca, and that America has been served
oy none more loyalty than by those who
carried in their impetuous hearts the
memories and the hopes of Ireland
(Renewed and protracted cheering). No
true American looks otherwise than
with full trustfulness and the heartiest
fellowship upon SUCH manifestations of
Irish heart, Irish piety and Irish re-
of the Irish birthplace as to-
day animates this city. The true Amer
lean knows, feels, and with enthusiasm
declares, that of all human emotions, of
all human passions. there is not one
more pure, more noble, more conducive
to good, and great and glorious deeds,
than that which bears us back to the
spot that was the cradle of our child
hood, the playground Of our boyhood,
the theater of our manhood CAP
plause).
Has the holy book passage more
deeply touching than that which
pictures to us the daughters of
a captive race, in their desc
alton of soul. weeping by the
waters Of Babylon, when they remem-
bered their lost homes and the vanish
ed towers of Zion? Has profane verse a.
line more exquisitely eloquent than that
which tells us of the brave young Greek