The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-06-03

lowers had constituted for his defense
and voluntarily gave himself up.
So, in every mountain parish, the
priests word is more truly the law than
the enactments of the British Parliament.
And because of this sneerers who know
not the conditions of things, and know
not the sentiments and feelings and the
proper relations of, priest and people, say
that we are priest ridden. They say so
because they know not, and do not seek
10 know, that the extraordinary obedience
and respect paid to the priests word is
founded not in the remotest manner upon
servility or fear Cfor our people never
have been servile or afraid, but upon
fond, fiial love and the implicit faith
which Our mountain priests, by their
priesty and fatherly qualities. have
worthily engendered in The hearts of those
who have never in vain looked to them
for sympathy, for help. for guidance and
for protection.
"sngRrt Arun."
For the true sagart, when he takes
charge of a mountain parish, takes upon
his shoulders and upon his heart great
load The sickness, the troubles, the sor-
rows and griefs of every household, OF
every child, in his domain are his personal
sorrows, and their little joys are his joys.
Not merely for the souls, but for the
bodies of every one in his parish, respon-
could not shirk his traditional duty which
Is truly to father his flock in all things
to brave any tyrant who would Cypress
them or unjust one who would wrong
them, to fight for them, to suffer for them,
to lay down his life for them, if'need be.
Banin, in his lovely ballad. 'Sagart
Arum," (sawgarth aroon) gives touching
picture of the true feeling of the peasant
for his priest:
loyal and brave to you,
Sagart arun,
Yet be not slave to you,
Sagart arun,
Nor, out Of fear to you
Stand up so near to you
Ochl out of fear to you,
Sagart arun!
''Who, in the winters night,
Sagart arun-
When the cod blast did bite,
Sagart arun-
Come to my cabin door,
And on the earthen floor
Knelt by me, sick and poor,
Sagart arun?
''Who, on the marriage day,
Sagart arun,
Made my poor cabin gay.
Sagart arun?
Who did both laugh and sing,
Making our glad hearts ring,
At the poor christening,
Sagart arun?
Och! you and only you.
Sagart arun!
For this 1 was true to you,
Sagart arun;
In love they'll never shake
Who for ould Ireland's sake
A true stand and part did take,
Sagart arunr'
The Roman Catholic clergy nowadays re-
celve their educatio at Maynooth College,
near Dublin 1t was established a hum
dred years ago, and before that time the
boy who felt priestly vocation went to
France. Belgium or Spain for his educa-
ton. In the penal days, when educating
his son for priest would mean confisca-
ton of fathers property. the bold young
fellow, after getting smattering of Latin
at home by stealth from the outlawed
hedge schoolmaster was carried aboard
smuggling smack, which rode in some
forgotten bay, at dead of night, and thus
borne to the continent. In smuggler,
also and under cover Of night, when he
had been ordained. and, disguised as a
isynlan, tried TO minister In private TO
an awed and hungering flock.
Except in the case of our mountain
priests, the Maynooth man OF to-day Is
not the same type Of homely sagart that
his continental schooled predecessor was.
The Mountain Parish.
Our parishes perhaps average ten miles