The Irish standard., 1910-01-22

of water, so do our souls thirst for
the dawning of that day when the voice
OF Shiela nj Cara shall resound DER
the wave."
But Shiela nj Cara, why rouse the
stony dead,
Since at your call living host win
circle you instead?
Long is our hunger for yo0 voice. the
hour is drawing near
Oh, dark Rose of our Passion-call,
and our hearts shall hear"
"Ah, no. the others reply, "you are
not the living host of the sweet sing
er of Fire. You are merely economists.
You cannot hear the call. because yod
are dead. A man who has seen a
vision is not the man who has not
seen it. You have never had the grand
ideal Of national independence, because
you have it not now. You tell US we
are fools that will not take to heart
the lessons of history. But what saith
hat eloquent voice:
Say, history, who are life's victors ?
Unroll thy long annals and say
Are they those whom the world called
the victors, who won the success OF
the day?
The
who fell at Thermopylae's tryst,
Or the Persians of Xerxes? His judges.
or Socrates? Plate, or Christ ?"
That is our war chant-the 10 Victis,
the hymn of the conquered and fallen
in battle. Once the Voice of Justice
Numbered in the Garden: I must have
blood'-and man skunk away and hid
himself amid the trees of Paradise. We
are the men who have learned their
lessons we'll. On our escutcheon. is
craven the flaming sword and the sign
of the Son of Man, and our motto:
The blood of martyrs is the seed of
Liberty; the blood of tyrants it's fer
tilizer!"
And thus, day by day, the rift grows
wider and deeper between the mere
Hibernians and the Clan-na-Gael, and
the whole question at issue between
them is this: Shall we-not to 20 fur
Their back than the nineteenth century
take as our heroes Wolfe Tone and
Emmett, Davis and Mitchell, Meagher,
Smith O'Brien and the Martyrs Three,
or shall we crown with the laurel bays
of Immortality o'Connell and Butt,
Duffy and Henry Moore Dillon, O'Con-
nor, and the diplomatic Redmond? That
question must be answered at the next
national convention Of the A. O. H.,
and we warn the delegates that it is
a question of the last Importance. In
it is bound up the fate of the Irish race
In this country. If the delegates wish
to find a. true answer, let them consult
the barefooted boy of the Irish hill.
sides, with his New Ireland in his
pocket, and his Apology for the Brit
ish Government in Ireland in the other.
Let them ask him which he prefers.
which has the greater grip on his
young mind, and his answer will be the
one that should be given at the next
national convention.
The answer must be given somehow
and twere we'll that 1t be given soon
in order to put an end to that stag
nation which exists today in Irish
American political circles. There is a
wealthy society in New York known
as the Friendly Sons of st. Patrick.
The present raison d'etre Of that So
ciety, apparently, Is to come together
on each recurring 18th of March
and drown our national saint-we were
about to say in the flowing bowl"
but that would be using too strong an
expression. A champagne glass lis
amply sufficient now; especially since
prohibition has transformed his old
SWAMI" SoAA AAAlo a Va anu HO"
way clawhammer. We thought the So
ciety was dead; but quite recently a
spark was struck from it showing that
it is not utterly defunct Nay more,
that spark, If scientifically examined,
will be found to be full Of volcanic sig
niflcance. There IL an old proverb:
"a straw best shows how the wind
blows" and the CLEAN of light which
some of our oversee Shoneens ELECTED
from beneath the Mannanan- cloak of
plutocratic Gotham on the question of
compulsory Irish in the new university.
reveals boundless possibilities and
quite unspeakable energies. How
would not old Knickerbocker stare and
gasp if our millionaire Friendly Sons
went to bed some night ordinary indi-
viduals. and woke up in the morning
to find themselves fearless Rappa-
rees!" How would not their senator