The Irish standard., 1913-11-08
The Irish Mother is Known for the
Manner in Which She Lives in
the Life of Each of Her
Children
The Perseverance. Faith and De
yotion of Irish Mothers are
Among the Chief Glor-
les of Erin


around her-that beautiful Irish moth
OF. Is she really the woman that our
American theaters present to us?-
With fiery red hair and uncultivated
brow?. Is she the vulgar "Biddy." that
the Hearst newspapers are fond Of
painting before us? No. don't think
70. Ask the ivy-clad ruined walls Of
Erin, and If they could only speak they
would tell you that she stands alone
on this earth the brightest star that
ever shone upon its bosom.
We see her landing on the Irish
shore from the sunny land Of Spain.
with the great. Milesians of the past.
She follows their standard against the
Tuatha De Danaans, and fell beneath
their sacred banner in Glen Scoithin.
We see her through the glorious ages
that followed-the same kind hearted,
noble Irish mother. We behold her at
the side of the gallant Fianna Eireann,
encouraging them on to victory. We
see her stretched over the lifeless
corpse Of the slain, sending forth her
soul In sorrow as no other woman ever
done before. We walk down with her
through Christian Ireland. She is by
far the brightest flower in the land
the great exemplifier Of love and truth.
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vasion. She is ever admired by the
warrior ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS we must
call him, because he was surely a
brave man in battle. She stands by
the heir of C1ontarf on that Good Fri
day morning telling Murroch that it
was that day the God man suffered
and to drive the Danes forever from
the shores Of 'Banba." She is with
Us marching eastward to meet Strong
bow. She tells VI that there was no
place on the holy soil of Erin for such
q monster. She failed in driving the
Earl Of Pembroke, but she nobly sue
ceeded In making the Normans more
Irish than her own children. This was
due to her noble traits Of character
her moral power. as we'll as her match
less virtue. and her boundless hospi-
tslity. She stays with her ancient
principles through the dark cruel days
OF Cromwell, instructing her children
to run: the Shannon red with their
blood rather than forsake their glori-
Gus past. We see her following the
immortal Sarsield and cheering Justify
as King Williams siege train was
blown to atoms at Balm Fhasitig. She
IL In the breach with her apron full
Of broken bottles and stones, fighting
back the cursed invaders of her coun-
try. She weeps after Sarsfeld sailed
for foreign lands. but keeps up the good
old hight, always having faith In the
God Of battles that He would some
day come to her rescue and throw the
hated Redcoats into the sea. She in
spires the volunteers Of 1882 with hez
God-inspired tongue. She kindles 8
flaming fire in the men of 'ss. She
faints over Emmet's headless corpse
and prays for his prosecutors. like the
Good Master himself. She whisper.
words Of fire into. Meagher's ears
Mitchell hears her call. MacManue
ODougherty and the rest Of the brave
forty-eight men listen to her advice
Never discouraged through her Ions
career. she leads the path for the gal.
liant. sixty-seven men, and although
her brow 10 wrinkled with pain as sht
beholds Allen, Larlkin and O'Briez
arranging on the gallows. and hel
noble sons sent in the convict ship tx
Van Diemen's land, still she has hopes
and strives along like the pure seagul
battling the mighty waves. Parnel
has taken UP her wall. He tells he
that her sun is surely to rise; tn
dawn seems near. It was a terribl,
night, q night Of storm. From billov
to bounding billow cast her little cano,
often seemed on the verge Of sinking
into the mighty deep. still she sailet
on. always hoping that land would ap
psar Fin the distance and that through
the kind -hearted help Of her childre,
The might be able to make a landing
IN; n: Yes. the storm abated little; tn,
twinkling stars shone forth from un
sasrneath the clouds. Her craft Il
thrown helplessly on the beach. !
pcetic looking hero arrives on tn,
scene. He stretches out his arms t,
i've her aid. She throws back her un
ksmpt locks from her eyes and drie
hsr tears that were wont to now. sh
n Alclaims4 pasSionately. "Mo craobhi,
Goblin aluinn OF" It Is DR.. Dougla
Weep not. weep not" he say.