Who, as friend only met, Never did flout me yet, Soggarth aroon? And when my heart was dim Och, you and only you, And for this I was true to you, In love they'll never shake, HE SAID THAT HE WAS NOT OUR BROTHER This ferocious attack was provoked by some utterances of the Duke of Wellington about Ireland. HE said that he was not our brother The mongrel! he said what we knew. He ne'er had his black blood from you! Blown hither to poison our plains! He said that the sword had enslaved us— This witness his Richard-our vassal! His Essex-whose plumes we trod down! His Willy--whose peerless sword-tassel No! falsehood and feud were our evils, Come Northmen-come Normans - come Devils! To the music of trumpet and drum, And no traitor among us or nigh us Let him come, the Brigand! let him come ! THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS Now welcome, welcome, baby-boy, unto a mother's fears, How fondly on thy little brow a mother's eye would trace, Oh! many a weary hundred years his sires that fetter wore, Alas, my boy so beautiful!-alas, my love so brave! And must your gallant Irish limbs still drag it to the grave? Battle-axe. BOOK III THE POETS OF THE NATION THE NATION newspaper was founded in the autumn of 1842, and its first proprietor and editor, Charles Gavan Duffy, emigrated to Australia in 1855. These fourteen years fell into two distinct periods—the first ending with the imprisonment of Duffy in 1848, the second with his emigration. They were certainly the most eventful years tha: Ireland had experienced since the Union. They witnessed the rise and fall of O'Connell's Repeal movement; the insurrection of '48; the Famine; the introduction into the British Parliament of Duffy's scheme of Independent Opposition, and its failure; and the consequent wreck of the Tenant Right movement, through the treachery of the Brigadiers' and the madness of the people. It is a record of heroic effort, of crushing disaster, and of miserable defeat. Yet if these years were among the most calamitous in Irish history, it is none the less true that they were the most fertile in the seeds of future success. Almost everything that Ireland has since gained in the practical field and she has gained much-has been won by developing and applying the ideas struck out at that time. And The Nation newspaper was the forge of thought in which the most active and ardent minds of the country wrought indefatigably at the fabric of her freedom and prosperity. But it was not only ideas and suggestions that were bequeathed to the future from these fourteen years, it was also passion and inspiration. The body of National poetry produced at this period-first as fugitive verse in the columns of the newspaper, afterwards collected and reprinted in countless editions-entered profoundly into the heart and mind of Irishmen of that and subsequent generations. Other writers have produced poetic work of a loftier order; but of this it may be said, and of this alone, that no one who is unacquainted with it can understand the contemporary history of Ireland. The story of the foundation and early career of The Nation has been told so fully in so accessible a book as Sir Charles Gavan Duffy's YOUNG IRELAND, that it is not necessary here to describe these transactions at any length. Seldom, if ever, has any journal exercised so great and so worthy an effect on the political education of a people. The founders of The Nation found the masses of their countrymen just emerging from serfdom, unconscious of their power, ignorant of their history; the sense of nationality, such as there was, the monopoly of one religious faction and the scorn of another; their aspirations either fantastically vague or crudely material. On the ears of such a people fell sentences like these: This country of ours is no sand-bank, thrown up by some recent caprice of earth. It is an ancient land, honoured in the archives of civilisation, traceable into antiquity by its piety, its valour and its sufferings. Every great European race has sent its stream to the river of Irish mind. Long wars, vast organisations, subtle codes, beacon crimes, leading virtues, and self-mighty men were here. If we live influenced by wind and sun and tree, and not by the passions and deeds of the PAST, we are a thriftless and hopeless people. — DAVIS'S ESSAYS. Thus, and in a hundred essays, articles, and poems, elaborating these conceptions in detail, did Thomas Davis, Duffy, and their colleagues point their countrymen to their past. And as for the future, we may recognise in the following passage the kernel of multitudes of similar articles, essays, poems, holding up before the Irish people a noble and severe ideal of self-cultivation, of discipline and preparation, for great Deep down in the heart of every young Irishman,' says Mr. William O'Brien, with absolute truth, you will find the spirit of The Nation.' |