The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-03-19
SPEECH OF ALEXANDER TROY
 ON .IRELAND" IN SAVANNAH

sors. conscious of strength, often ex- asperated the people to the madness of they might strike them with a brutal
 hand, as when Cromwell, after butcher ing the garrison at Wexford, in an act of hellish and uneclipsed brutality, the public square. two hundred wom.
 en, who upon their knees besought his clemency We'll might he say in the words of Richard III. brother murderer of innocent women and chill dren.
 My conscience hath thousand several
 tongues.
 And every tongue brings in several And every tale condemns me for
 villain"
 Then came the Union. brought about
 by the unblushing bribery of members
 land lost her nationality and became
 in fact mere dependency of Eng
 land.
 To villain bonds and despot sway" Every vestige of her freedom was gone and she ceased to exist as a n4-
 tion. The noble Grattan at that time pie and denounced 1t. He did not be-
 lieve the bright prophecies of Pitt
 the English Prime Minister-that un-
 ion with England would bring tran
 would advance, industries would be en-
 couraged, sectarian strifes allayed or that capital would flow in to the coun. try. The very reverse came to pass as
 dition of the Irish became infinitely
 worse. In 1925. a quarter of a century after the union. Sydney Smith, himself
 an Englishman. in a speech in opposl- cion of Ireland said: "Is their happi- ness and their history anything but such a tissue of murders, burnings. hangings, famine and disease. as never existed before in the annals of the world?" The darkest pages in the history of that fair land are those which tell of
 the horrible years of famine. in which
 over a million and a half of her peo- pie died of starvation, while grain. more than sufficient to support twice the population of Ireland went out to | England as rent to the absentee land | lords, while ship loads of provisions. | contributed by the charity of strangers. went, to stay>the dreadful march of hunger and want and death; and of the thousands. who having paid as rent their homes to die like the beasts of | the field because of the rapacity and
 instatiable greed of the English land
 lords, But to alisy the suffer. Ter.
 time of famine did not the ab- 1 sent landlord contribute? Oh yes
 he sent his sympathy and
 "with one hand he put
 ! And with the other took a shilling | out"
 A brighter day has already dawned for Irland. All of her petitions save one have been granted. and that Home 1 Rule.-cannot much longer be denied. | Ireland will again take her place
 among the nations of the world and | Emmet's epitaph will then be writ | ten.
 It is far more pleasant to look on | the bright rather than the dark pages
 of her history. and read of her Illus | trious men and their grand and splen-
 did achievements; to think of Sarsfleid.
 Dillon. Grattan. Curran, Shell, Gold | smith, Fitzgerald Tone, O'Connor, | Davis, Parnell, Lord Chief Justice Rus-
 sell and hundreds of others and say,
 they were our countrymen ,, It Is pleasant to think of the brill- l iant, accomplished and versatile Rich- ard Brinsley Sheridan.
 l ''The orator, dramatist, minstrel who
 Through each mode of the Tyre and was | master of all;
 Whose mind was an essence compoun-
 From et the fir finest and best of all other Who ruled like a wizard the world of the heart
 bring down it's showers" Whose elo- ouent voice was ever raised in defense of right and in denunciation of wrong, and whose innate love of Justice made him the advocate of the oppressed in every cline.
 "when the loud cry of trampled Him
 Arose to Heaven in her appeal from
 His was the thunder-his the averaging rod,
 Which shook the nations through his lips-and blazed
 Till vanquish'd senates trembled as they praised"
 To think of the great "Liberator," the wonderful orator and lawyer, Dam iel OConnell, who could as he said.
 drive a coach and six through any tinued and persistent efforts Catholic Emancipation Is due.
 TO think of Edmund Burke, univer-
 sally admitted to be one of the first al the ages, whose terrific arraign- ment of Warren Hastings will ever re- main as the most exalted effort of the
 To To think of Tom Moore. the Poet of Ireland" who wove not as did his friend Lord Byron, This garland of the Iightning's wing in sportive twist" but with his sweet Irish Melodies" sung himself into the hearts of his country
 men. He took down the neglected Harp of his country which had long rung mute on Tara's walls. as If the soui of music had fled, and with mas ter hand drew from It's strings exquis- ite strains that again,
 "Its tale of ruin tells" Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee. The cold chain Of silence ndo hung CT
 When boldly, my own Island Harpl I And gave all thy chords to light, free dom and song!
 The warm lay of love and the light
 Have oS Waken'd. thy fondest. thy liviiest
 But so so oft has thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That even in thy mirth it will steal from thee still
 To think of Robert Emmet who was
 without exception, the kindest' most hreathed.' To think of hIs manly and
 matchless defense before corrupted bower and then of his impatient, in- human and tyrannical judge. Robert
 Emmet and Lord Horbury Hyper
 ion to satyf; from HIS the V0tSs dock S'taf of
 sPeafS, sRe tS,a1 'o court, u when my country takes her place among the nations of the earth. then, and not till then, let
 my epitaph be written" He sleeps peacefully in an unknown grave un-