The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-02-11

rom mis- long association with the Scot
KNOW not, but our Northern Irish Celt
represses his emotions and is distrustfnl
OF strangers, whereas the Southern Irish
| man is jolly comrade and has told Won
| me history of himself and all his kin on
an hour 5 acquaintance The Northern is
slower in friendship and, I think, truer.
he Is not nearly so Brilliant as his South
| ern cousin, but he is "a sounder reasoner
and a brainier man. The Northern win
! never make as accomplished a gentleman
| as the Southern; and he will never win
MS way so fast or so we'll Yet he has
more tact and more selfishness than his
neighbor.
Not only are my kin to be found in
every possible and impossible corner and
calling in the United States, showing their
| adapta bility and versatility but they
Outlines are found in odd and ludicrous
| situations. In a big Western town once
wandered into show to- hear a ran
| somed Circassian girl who had been long
enslaved by the Turk. detail her wonderful
experiences. Her early life in Circassia,
with all it's loveliness and joy was as
beautifully and graphically detailed as her
! after years with the Mohammedan, and
both the pretty girl Gor she was pretty
! and her wonderful tale were doubly won
derful and interesting to me, inasmuch
as l discovered that Circassians speak
English with an excellent County Galway
brogue. l am fond of little crowds. and
/ lettering along State street, in Chicago,
one night, stopped on the skirts of little
gathering which had congregated around
an earnest looking Kentuckian preacher,
who was seeking from the Christian Chi
cagoan help for missionary work among
the benighted heather of his KentuclIian
town.
This good man preached at his audience
and prayed for them by turns and bag
gard big framed fellow who stood by the
| preacher bearing a standard, punctuat-
! ed his masters prayers with intermittent,
! long drawn Praise God!' which was Civ
! en- with such an exquisite Irish brogue
that my curiosity was very much awak
oned, for l had never seen an Irishman
in such an office before. l saw well that
| Patrick had fallen upon evil times. Both
| his countenance and his clothes showed
it, and the gapes in his boots spoke loud
| ly to the same effect. His eye met mine,
at length, and the humor of the situation
proving too much for me, 1 smiled I fear,
a rather quizzical smile. The lines about
| the poor fellows mouth instantly relax
ed, and smiling, too, at being caught, he
dropped his eyes TO the ground. / edged
around to where he stood, though he tried
| to frown me off. Hard luck?" l whis-
pered in his ear between responses. THE
| divirs own luck-Praise Godr'
or our people in America, oftentimes the
least radical change takes place among
| the poorest and the hardest working. They
very often retain all the beautiful, unso-
phsticated traits which, barring the
sparse contents of little red bundle,
were the only wealth they brought with
| them to the new island-the island of
hopes and dreams. Somewhere before,
/ PERHAPS, | told the story, which will bear
repeating of the two poor Irish nav
vies, who on a cold and dirty February
day, their bones probably aching and their
! clothes certainly soaked with sleet, after
| a scanty lunch in the shelter of a wall
smoked in silence the pipe of peace and
| content. A length one of them broke the
silence with, Jimmy. I'm tout the Imp
ror of Jarminy never smokes!' Jimmie
puffed for still another few moments, re-
yelling in the luxury.
Then he spoke the sentiments Of both
| Poor divilr and both relapsed into bliss
| full peace again. Rank and riches and the
| other things of this world are not all-in-
! all to the soul of the Celt, no matter how
unettered he may be or unfortunate his
| lot One who had been very poor and hard
pressed in Ireland, but was comparative
| ly prosperous here, on being asked, "Wen.
| Mat, this is the country for you-you
never had as happy times in IreIand?'
| Well" Mat said, deliberately, "as re-
! CARDS that, Americay (may God prosper
| IT'D is a fine country entirely. But as for
meself-well, ! may get a better bite to
J ate, and am sure of 1t, an better buds to
wear, an a sounder roof over me, but
| that's ALL
That they very. very seldom forget those
that they left behind them In Ireland does
Them infinite credit. And If by chance
an Irish boy goes ashaughgrin (astray)
here and ceases to help his father at home,
bad and bad as this boy may be and grow,
| he makes heroic efforts TO keep his fall
from the knowledge of the father and
] mother in Ireland. whose hearts he knows
well would break II they only knew And
as he thinks chiefly of saving them so
they, in turn like not for their loads TO
| rest upon the poor boy who Is away"
Because of my position as district school
| teacher in my county of Donegal my SER
vices were frequently requisitioned as
| amanuensis when O father wished to write
to his boy in America. and often the most
| beautiful and touching thing about these
letters was what they refused to put in
| them.
once, I remember. a poor man whose
struggle for existence was sore wished
some help from his son in Georgia IN case
the boy could easily spare IL. There's
] another years rent comm due" said he,
| 80 I'll have to let him know that the
| yalla COW died last Sunday night" But"
/ said. didn't some one tell me that you
sold the other COW on the Fairday Of