Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-07-18
OLD EMERALD ISLE
STRUCK BY REVIVAL
Gew Spirit Pervades Ireland
and Nation Is Finding
Itself Through Memory.
IRISH LOVE RINGS TRUE
from Every Corner Of the World Sons
Of Erin Are Drawn Back to
Childhood Scenes - States
Send Many.
IRISH LOVE RINGS TRUE
BY MARY sYNoN.

BY MARY sYNoN.
Queenstown, Ireland. Special: An
old a who had stood at the bow
OF the great Atlantic liner ever since
the flock of seagulls had heraided the
nearness of the Irish coast, sighted the
low gray line of hills rising from he
sea almost before tho lookout in the
crows nest gave the signal. The dusk
was drifting seward, and for Il long
time the old man gaZed tensely across
the Whipping ave of the Atlantic,
stralning his vision TOWARD the dim,
misted coast. Then he turned to a
group of his fellow-travelers. a cosmo-
polltan eddy. of men and women, an
Australian actress. a Greek broker, an
Englishman who had been game hunt
Ing i'm the Canadian Northwest, a Turk-
ish consul. an American physician and
two American girls. three generations
removed from their Irish ancestry:
There's Ireland" he told them. and
there were tears in his voice as he went
on. II left her AZ years ago. n I've
always said that I'd never come home
TN relan was a nation once more.
But I'm coming back" his tone rose
from it's sorrow like the SUI rising Over
mist. ito watch her become q nation
again."
1t was the Greek who broke the
silence that followed the old mans out
burst. You mean the Irish r%evival?"
he asked Tie me. how can a purely
literary movement like the revitalizing
OF a half-dead language make over a
natiOn?'
Ali Know of Revival.
If YOU admit kept your own down
there IN your corner of Europe, whom
do YOU think woul be ruling your
ountry the old maj demanded.
The Greek smiled slyly at the rotund
Turkish consul. You'd probably be
viceroy to him." he said.
The American physician crowned
over a problem he had to present. IT
know that there is an Irish revival he
said and 1 know it has been produce
tive of a new romantic movement I'm
English literature. but what is it doing
for Ireland itself??"
You've seen but the shadow" said
the 1rishman. That's all I've seen,
too. perhaps. But I've known those
whove seen the SUI arising. and they
tell me of an Ireland where the children
speak Gaelic. where the boys and girls
are looking forward to living at home.
not emfgrating: where the old music
and the old dancing and the old stories
are heard. and where a nation is find
ing her future by remembering her
past. That's what I'm coming to see.
My father, n his father, and his
fathers father died for Ireland. IT'S
another age now. and tits not likely to
be coming to me-" he smiled whimsical
~. but tits Irish of the Irish I'll be
in an Irish Ireland"
Poetry of Memories.
Then he was silent again. for the
coastline rose more grimly. And the
others near him were silent, too, as all
the beauty. the poetry. the memories
OF that land flashed with the Fastnet
light. Far over them came with he
01l2f some inaQ nY tho rNnnt
that is swinging Ireland again before
the l.:3elight of the panorama of ma
tions. To all of them the Irish re-
vival was a word, at least. Of intellec-
tual interest. To a few of them it
meant more, for the sense of race is
strong. One OF the American girls
voiced 1T as a white -trousered. blue
coated young Englishman passed her
on the deck. will you tell me-" she
asked the Greek. how a nation tina
has made me feel it's call tonight
through three forgotten generations,
let itself be overpowered by a nation
that is represented by him"" She nod
ded derisively after the r%etreatinp
figure.
The Greek laughed. There's always
how you Irish hear the call. In the IL
brary just now the dignified president
of the Hudson River transportation
lines rebuked a young woman who
Sneefeu AT ireland. He's taking his
family to see the place where he was
born. And he's talked for hours of his
hope of finding Ireland nationalized by
this language restoration"
All about the ship as she swung from
the Fastnet to the Bulls Head light
there was ak of Ireland. past, present
and future. The thrill OF it, OF the
misted hills in the violet twilight. Of
the low lights on the shores, Of the
brighter stars. recalled to me two
scenes out of New York just before my
sailing.
owe For Native Heath.
One of them, set in the dining room
of an old house overlooking Gramercy
park. under the blaze of the Metropli-
tan tower. was as far from Ireland In
setting as 1t was near in thought. For
there In the ,candlelight among the
company. sympathetic and UNDER
standing, q man and woman had talked
of their native Ireland. The man is q
great electrical engineer. famous on
two continents. The woman is a New
York surgeon. as famed for her real
philanthropy as for her wonderful
skill. both Of them have worldwide In
terests. Both of them are in the fore
ground of important movements. Both