The Irish standard., 1907-03-23
The Vice President Points to the Achieve
naents of the Sons of the Emerald
Isle in this Country.
They Have Steadily and Rapidly Advanoed|
From the Lower to the Higher
Forms of Employments.

The Eskimos are 10 less attached to
their frigid zone, esteeming their lux.
uries of bluhber oil for food and an
iceberg for habitation above all the re-
hnement of other countries.
Yes, love of home is a God implanted
passion which nothing on earth can
eradicate. Show mo the man who
loves not his country, and I will say
to you "Shun him." for the man who
loves not his country loves not hia
God, not his home, not his wife, not
his children; he is merely a bit Of
snulless clay. That man is not to ha
envied. though the wealth Of Golconda
lie at his feet. He, as Walter Scott
says,
Living. shall forfeit fair renown.
And. doubly dying, shall go down
10 the vile dust from which he sprung.
UnWept, unhonored and unsunR.
1t has been said that the man must
he dead whose patriotism would not
gain force on the plain of Marathon.
or whose piety would not glow warmer
amid the ruins of Iona. We all have
our Marathons and our lonas to stimu-
late our patriotism. Even the poor
savage
loves his native shore
Though rude the soil and chill the alp.
Then well may Erin's sons adore
The land that nature formed so fair!
All, why not indeed? The land
which nature formed so fair-Ireland
of the laughing skies and the smiling
valleys; Ireland, the land Of gray
legends and olden romances, the land
of traditions holy and hoary, with a
history older than her lakes and her
hills, richer in the blood Of her mar
tyrs, stronger in the virtues Of her
people than all other lands with their
armies and their revenues and their
ships upon tho sea, sometimes
wreathed in smiles, oftener bathed in
tears but ever lifting her head in the
western sunshine above the tempests
which sweep around her, and sitting
today like a widowed queen by the
waters of her emerald sea.
History records no people, with tho
exception of the Hebrews, who have
suffered so long and so severely as the
Irish. ! cannot help thinking that a
nation which has borne so much, which
has been scourged and trampled under
foot so long, yet rises still triumphant
and victorious over her wrongs-I can
not help thinking that God Almighty
must have a great future before her
and that a divine mission is hers.
Ireland still remains unconuuered
and unconquerabe and though for the
last nine hundred years she has Eeheld
floating from her turrets the banners
of an alien race she is still unsubdued,
still is buoyant Of home for the future.
The Irish are the fighting race Of
the world. and they are the optmists
Of the world. Hope is tn" star which
has guided them through the darkness
of the centuries, and it's light is still
shining in the Irish firmanent. Its
lustre has remained undimlned, and it
will yet blaze the way to the resliza-s
ton of the aspirations of the race
In all her trials and troubles and
sorrows the Irishman is very optimis-,
tic. He sees silver lining in every )
cloud, and his sunny temper discovers
ray Of light in the thickest darkness.
He never bids the devil good morn
ing until he meets him. His wit is
ever effervescing and his humor ever
bubbling over In the one he browns
his cares and with the other he covers
his sorrows.
1T may be said that the Irlshman by