The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1902-10-11
British Government Eloquently Denounced
by Vim. O'Brien in Defiance
of Bayonet Rule.
A Fearless Protest Against the Insolent
and Lying Proclamation of
English Tyrants

power of nationality and of the United
Irish League prevail up 20 the very
gates of Dublin Castle (cheers).
Il don't know whether people yet
fully realize the Importance of the
three confessions which Mr.. WIND
ham has made within the last few
weeks as to what English rule in Ire
land has come to after seven centuries
of wars and coercion to crush us. He
first confesses that Dublin Castle is
SO helpless OF so wicked that it dare
not grapple with Sergeant Sheridan,
or attempt to punish him for all his
crimes (cheers). Secondly, i'm his ex-
traordlnary message to the press last
week, Mr.. Wyndham made the confess
sion, which has now become historic,
that no English government can settle
the land question, the question which
is the very handspring of all govern
ment and of the very existence of So
ciety in Ireland (cheers). He declares
that the government give it up in i'm
potence and despair, that they must
only let it be fought out by civil war
between landlords and tenants
(cheers). In fact, the English govern
ment in Ireland has abdicated it's
functions and publicly committed sui
eide (cheers).
"The only function of government
now performed is to pay the Remova-
Dles and the police to make confusion
worse confounded by doing the work
OF the landlords. That is a pretty end
OF the twenty years of firm and reso
lutte government that was once to have
swept Irish Nationality off the face
OF the earth Cheers and laughter)
"That was confession number two.
and now by proclaiming Dublin Mr..
Wyndllam winds up his general con-
1esslon by informing the world, as in
MS last will and testament, that al
though there is no insurrection going
on-although he cannot point to a sin
sle crime of agrarian murder, violence
or bloodshed in the whole criminal
calendar of the country-although
there is not crime enough in all Ire
land to keep single one of his Re-
movables in salt for his porrilpe
uaughter)-nevertheless England's in
nuence has fallen so low, England's
arm has been so shortened, that in
what She once called the very capital
OF the Pale, she has now 10 cope with
hostile city, whose Lord Mayor is
against her. whose Corporation is
against her, whose representatives on
every public board are as hostile to
English rule as the representatives of
Cork or Mayo Qoud cheers, and that
seven centuries after date England
cannot count upon friend outside the
walls OF Dublin Castle except the DO
ncemen that she hires and the funk
eys she co1rupts (cheers). There is a
pretty picture of English rule in the
dawn of the twentieth century.
Il should be sorry to be so uncivil
as to describe Mr.. Wynuham as an ass
daughter, and a voice-'A donkeyO-
even as an inspired ass Qaughter) He
Is highly poetical, although, am
afraid, rather puerile, young gentle
man, who, if he only knew as much
about Ireland as lle knows about
Shakespeare's sonnets, would be. no
doubt, most estimable person
QaughterD. But when think of these
three tremendous confessions as to the
failure of English rule in Ireland, and
when call to mind a certain incident
in the Old Testament as to the un-
willing testimony borne by a most un-
expected witness-a certain prophetic.
though long-eared, quadruped that is
familiar to you-it is hard to resist the
temptation to call Mr.. Wyndham the
Balaam's ass Of English rule in Ire.
land great laughter).
There is one man who ought to be
the proudest man in Dublin today, and
that is my bright anu brave young
friend. Mr.. Mccarthy (of the Irish
Peopleo Qoud and prolonged cheers).
Physically he is not so very terrible a