The Irish standard., 1913-01-18

his work; that, like the prophet-law-
giver. he beheld ''all the land"-that
he saw it with his eyes, though he
did not pass over to IT." that it was
given to him to salute from afar
off, the brightness of the day which
he was never to enjoy. The dream
of his life is being realized today. He
had ever sighed to be able to extend
to his Protestant fellow-countrymcn
the hand OF perfect friendship, which
only exists where there is perfect
equality, and to enter with them into
the compact of the true peace which
is founded in Justice. Time, which
buries in oblivion SO many names and
SO many memories, will exalt him in
his work. The day has already
6awned and is ripcninE to It's perfect
noon when Irishmcn of every creed
will remember OConnell. aad celc-
brate him as the common frichd and
greatest benefactor of thei" country.
What man Is there. even of those our
age has called great, whose name so
long after his death coald summon
SO many loving hearts around his
tomb? We today are the representa-
tNes not only of a nation. but Of Il
race. "Quac regio in tcrrls nostri non
plcna laboris?' Where is the land
that has not seen the face of our peu-
rlc and heard their voice? And
wherever, even to the c.1ds OF tho
earth, an Irishman is found today his
spirit and his sympathy arc here.
The millions OF America are with US:
the Irish Catholic soldier on 1nClia's
plains is present amongst us by tho
magic OF his love; the Irish sailor.
standing by the wheel 'hs moment
in fnr-oT silent seas, where it is
night, and the southern stars are
shining. joins his prayer with ours,
ard recalls tho glorious image and
venerated name of O'Conneli. He is
gone, but his fame shall live forever
cn tho earth as n lover Of God and
his people. Adversarics. political and
religious, lie: had many. and. like Il
tower of strength, (which stood full
square to all tho. winds that blew
the Hercules of justice and of liberty
stood up against them. Time which
touches all things with mcllowing
hand, has softencd tho recollection Of
past contests. and they who oace
looked upon him as n foe. now only
remember the glory Of the fight and
the mighty genius him who stood
forth the representative man of his
race and the champion of his people.
They acknowledge his greatness, and
they join ha:lds with us to weave tho
garland Of his fame. But far other,
higher. and holier are tho feelings oe
Irish Catholics all tho world over to-
day. They recognize in the dust
which we arc assembled to honor tho
powerful arm that promoted them,
the eloquent tongue. which proclaim
cd their rights, the strong hand which,
like that OF Maccabee tf old, first
struck off their chains and built up
their affairs. MinglinS the supplica.
tIo1 of prayer and the gratitude Of
suffrage with their tears. they recall
with love the memory of him who
was a Joseph to Israel, their tower Of
strength. their bucklcr and their
shield, who shed around their homes,
altars and graves the sacred light Of
religious liberty and the glory Of un-
fcttercd worship. His praise is in
the Church," and this is the surest
pledge or the immortality OF his
glory. "a peoples voice" may be 'thc
proof and echo Of human fame" but
the voice of the undying Church is
the echo OF Everlasting glory" and
when those who surround his grave
today shall have passed away. all fu-
ture generations of Jrishmcn to tho
end of time will bc reminded Of his
name and Of his glory.