The Irish standard., 1900-12-08

no martyrs. Now, however that we
have fallen into the hands of people
who do not hesitate to imbrue their
hands in the blood of the saints of
God (rcfcrring to King Henrys muir
der of Thomas a Beckett, archbishop of
Canterbury, we may be certain to have
our full proportion henceforth." Mem
orable prophecy-doomed to such sad
fulillmcnt. The slaughtcrs by Mount
joy. the wholesale executions Of 1911;
the black shadow of Cromwcll's mace:
the martyrdom of Bishops O'Dwyer,
MAGICIAN, Heber MacMahon and Oil
yer Plunkett; the murdered of 1897.
1898 and 1SO3-Orr, Bond, the Shear
eses, Russell and their brave assocl
ates. Ireland still weeps above the
ancestral tomb in the vaults of st.
Wcrburg's church. where rcpose the
relics of the brave Lord Edward.
Yearly she makes a pilgrimage to the
green mound in BodcnStown church,
yard beneath which rests the dust of
the heroic Wolfe Tone; and she kneels
in silent grief above the nHmclesS
stone that is said to cover all that was
mortal Of the chivarous Emmett.
(ApplauscD Nor could they forget
those who had died in lone and hope
less exile. and whose graves were llol-
lowed out by the 'hecdlrss hands" of
the stranger. And worthy to stand be-
side the proudcst of the patrician mar
tyrs-thc O'Ncills and the Geraldincs
and the O'Conors--wcre the three
young heroes sprung from the ranks Of
the people, who three and thirty years
ago. for having bravcly served their
country and rescued their leaders, per-
ishcd on tho gloomy English scaffold
ut Manchester. prolonged applause,
Yes. they had performed their duty
and paid the penalty of their fidelity,
with Il courage us brave. a spirit as
proud and 4 resignation as heroic as
that of any of their illustriolls predn-
ccSSOrS on the scaffold-''that rmi-
nencc on which many Il radiant trans
ti@uration has taken place. loud
chcerS.) In the Elysian fields. the spir-
its OF the martyrs of II and '9S and
1903, would clasp ghostly hands with
the shades of Allen, I4nrkin and
O'Pricn, and together they would APP
peal to tho Eternal Throne for the ill.,
dependence of the land they struggled
and died for. prolonged applause,
Ireland had made no mean struggle
for libcrty-down to 1901 her sword dc
Tended her right against all the might
of England, and when she sheathcd
that sword She did so with honor. She
WAS more the victim Of broken treaties
than of lost battles. (Applausr) Again,
in 179S. from Wexford to Antrim. and
from Down to Wicklow and Carlow,
she displayed her ancient valor. burst
ing in battle shock through the rcd
coated mcrcenarics ut Oulart. sweep
ing like Il human hurricane over the
bloody bridge and through the burning
streets of Enniscorthy, and standing
like n wall Of iron-.mcn and women,
shoulder to shoulder under the rent
green flag. shouting defiance to the
English shells on the empurplce!
slopes Of Vinegar Hill. Enthusiastic
chcerin-D While Ireland welded the
sword she welded it we'll, and now
| that she drew ii no more her spirit
was still unbrokcn. (Applause) In
spite of diSScnSion. and the loss Of her
great leader, she still sent to London
| fOur-titthS of the Irish delegation in
parliamcnt-not So much with the hope
of achieving success in that arena as
to advertise to Europe and the world
at large, her undying hatred of English
rule within her borders. cloud cheers
| Whether with the sword. or without
the sword, old Ireland was still uncoil-
qucrcd. Great applausc.) AS shown
by the spirit of the great meeting he
was addressing. those of her children.
and their children. on American soil.
still honorcd the old land. and were
devoted to the new. beneath whose flag
they increased and prospcred. Eng
land. With all her power. ana I'LL her
bullying. all her naval strength and all
her commercial greed. could never
stamp out that spirit. (Applause.l
The speaker concluded by quoting
General Charles G. IIalpine's fine poem
on "Stampng Out" ana sat down
amid continued applause.