The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1915-06-19

For Ireland the advent of this gang
to power, or a share of power, is
warning and challenge" COntin-
uing, the Freeman Journal, which is
everywhere recognized as mouth
piece of Britain and Ireland, warns its
readers by stating that the coalition
cabinet is sufficiently menacing to Ire
land to compel Ireland to take in
slant and effective measures to pre-
serve what she has already won for
herself. With this as an introduction
to the retaliatory measures which
the Freeman hopes will be adopted, it
has unconsciously, if not deliberately,
aspoused the measures which the
Irish patriots who hoped to see Ire
land take her rightful place among
the nations of the world have adopted
and fostered. The Freeman asks for
the Strengthening of the Irish ma
tional forces. And how is this to be
done if their blood is spilled and
their lives snuffed out on the battle
fields of Europe? Never did the Free
man speak truer than when urging
the protection of Irish interests by an
armed guard in Ireland. Speaking
further the Freeman declares that on
this point there is no opportunity for
divergence of opinion, for conflicting
councils or discordant ingenuities.
The conversion of the pro- British jour-
nal, so literally quoted, is not as re-
markable as the manner in which it
could be induced to so far stray from
the path of rectitude as to blindly fol-
low the dictates and be lead by the
promises of government that con-
siders a man like Carson citizen
sufficiently responsible to be the
spokesman of British law, the attor.
ney general of the British Empire. 1t
took shock like that of picking up
Carson, the scapegoat, and placing him
at the head of the legal department of
the British Empire with salary of
$35, 900 year, to make the Irish sup
porters of the British government
realize that tricks and treachery are
still part of the British policy.
OUR oLD.FAsHloNED MOTHERS.
Thank God, some of us have, and
others have had an old-fashioned
mother. Not woman of the period,
enameled and painted, whose beauti-
full white, jeweled hands have never
felt the clasp of baby fingers; but
dear old-fashioned, sweet-voiced moth
er, with eyes in which the lovelight
shines and brown hair threaded with
silver, lying smooth upon her faded
cheek. Those dear hands, worn with
toll, gently guided our tottering steps
in childhood and smoothed our pillow
in sickness; even reaching out to US
In yearning tenderness in affiiction's
dark hour, shielding us with her
mother love.
Blessed is the memory of an old
fashioned mother, it floats to US now
like the beautiful perfume of some
woodland blossoms. The music of
other voices may be lost, but the en-
trancing memory of hers will echo in
our souls forever. Other faces will
fade away and be forgotten, but hers
will shine on until the light of heav.
ems portal shall glorify our own.
When in the fitful pauses of busy life
our feet wander back to the old home
stead and cross the well-worn thres.
hold, standing once more in the low,
quaint room, as hallowed by her pres.
ence, how the feeling of childish in
nocence and dependence come over
US and kneel down in the molten sun.
shine streaming through the western
window-just where, long years ago,
we knelt by our mothers knee, lisp
ing Our Father" How many times
when the tempter lures US on has the
memory of those sacred hours, that
mothers words, her faith and pray
ers, saved us from sin? Years may
have filled great drifts over between
her and US, but they have not hidden
from our sight the glory of her pure
unselfish love. Dear old.fashioned
mother.
FISHERS OF MEN.
Just a little reflection upon the sig.