The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-04-01

| ancient titles, was the title of the island
of song. OF all countries Ireland alone,
TO my knowledge, has for her national
emblem a musical instrument, the har B.
Queen Elizabeth once passionately de-
clared: We never can conquer, or
ProteStantize Ireland so long as the
minStrels are there; and following in
the wake of her holy father, she or
dered them TO be hung And when God
gave to our native land true poetic
child, Tom Moore, who for three gen.
erations has been the delight and conso-
latlon OF his country's poor, had only
TO take up the long silent harp, and
sweeping its chords to Ireland's ancient
lays. to give all it's notes to light and
song.
II any point of distinction were
needed between two lives. that have no
one feature in common, that difference
could be that, unlike the reformer,
Christ died for his doctrine. The dis
tlnctlon applies also to the disciples of
either school. Tertulian says, that
blood of martyrs is the seed of Christ
ians. Viewed in the light of Christian
ity, human nature becomes sublimated
beyond comparison. Every varied form
OF unoeiief but entangles all the more
the riddle of life. Christianity alone
offers the solution acceptable to sound
reason.
IL life is to be hazarded in righting a
temporal wrong, how much stronger the
impulse to give the hearts blood for d
dogma that points to beautitude GER
tain, boundless and everlasting.
The Christ, through the agency of his
Church, animates his disciples to this
day with the spirit that moved him
upon the summit of Cavalry. Saul, of
Tarsus, being raised to the third
heaven, 1longed for dissolution to be
with Christ; and Stephen, as life was
being pelted out of him, saw the
heavens open and beheld the glory of
the master.
Cavalry leads to Thabor and the Irish
of the old Faith, joyously spilled their
blood in martyrdOm for the visioned
things in Patmos, the glory beheId by
S tephen and the effulgence of Tabor.
The things lovable ato7 man are e;e-
waited in gradatiun;. at the bottom Of
the scale, stands the loathsome form of
vice wrapped in robes of 9allurement.
Above is the God Of Jacobs dream.
Dazzled by the splendors of the trans.
figuration, Peter to the other two
said, stay we here Intoxicated by
that splendof, behoIdeiitsn etheyvision of
faith the Irish said, FfGet we there
through the storm Of unholy ire. Get
we there through the waves of our
blood" And oh, how they did get
there. How they did die for the faith
that was in them. Gathered under the
shadow of the saving cross, 300 de-
fenseless women upon the market place
of Wexford, implored Saxon mercy. In
nocence and misery would have moved
to pity Gothic and,
But innocence and misery, nay nor a
prayer nor a pleading at the foot of
the cross of the forgiving Christ Ol:,
no nor heaven itself could touch the
heart of the Saxon, and Captain Core
who but few days previously mad
massacred 4,O00 aged men end children,
drove his sword to crimsoned hilt
through the hearts of these. 800 irish
women. In two years some 81, ,135 per-
sons. men women and children, suf-
fered the most horrible death for their
faith, in Ireland
But why swell this tide of human
iniquity? Why aftiict you with the hor-
rors of ages? Why lay open the re-
cords of ah inglorious past?
Ladies and gentlemen, L thank sou
for your kind attention, to my hurible
effort to elucidate. summarily aid in
no partisan spirit. a few chapters of
my country's history.
As from this stage, look Into many
an Irish face tonight, anxious thought
strikes me of the Irish of today.
Firmer than the centennial oak in
their love of Faith and Fatherland,
behold them in their numbers fighting
the battles Of freedom the word DER.
behold them shaping their destiny
and in large measure the destines of
nations, with that honest strenuosity
and singleness of aim, proclaimed i'll
word and better still In personal deed
by that whole souled honest, and fear
less man at the head of this mighty
nation. Theodore Roosevelt. wha, but
the other day. brought gladness to
every Irish heart with the puoic state |
ment of his descent from the daughters
Of Erin.
Although the great Scottish banner
was hauled down upon the plains of
Coftodan, and although it is England, |
Scotland and Ireland. no more. but |
Great Britain and Ireland, it is rot yet |
Great Britain of three islands. The
green flag is not hauled down. it is ouiy
at half mast. and though there are in |
today. men with AngIomania !
who stopped to kiss the hand |
that smote them, Americans generally |
rejoice in the hope that. and will well |
come the day when, by the genius and |
united effort of Irishmen at home and |
abroad. Britain will be Britain without |
Ireland and instead Ireland a nation. |
Ireland by the Irish and the land for |
the people.
Then shall we turn to America, that |
in the hour of need has eyer lent Il
helping hand for Ireland; to America !
once aided by Ireland in The struggle /
for her liberty. shall westurn for golden |
words wherewith to salute. Dark |
Rosaleen, Free. My Country 'Tis of |
Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty. OF Thee
Sing.