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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, March 01, 1903, Image 17

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was submitted to the people for adoption. To th Declara
tion of Independence we find the names of Thompson, Han
cock, Whipple, Thornton, Paine, Smith, Taylor, Read, Mc
Kean, Carroll, Nelson, Ruttlidge, Lynch,: all Irish by birth
or descent. Some of them sound wonderfully Yankee-like.
The colonial dames and sons of the Revolution who bore
them had better look out, if they are at all given to Anglo
mania, because in tracing the ancestral line they are liable to
find a shamrock nestling at the base of the family tree. In
addition to these distinguished men, many a brave Irish lad,
unnamed in history and unknown to fame, gave up his young
life to lift the struggling colonies to an independent sov
ereignty of their own, and there, upon the eastern outcoast of
our great Republic, his warrior spirit still guards, sentry-like,
the gateway of the land he loved so well. Irish heroism is
written upon every page of revolutionary annals, :ind when
the flag of the young Republic was given to the bre sze, there
stood the son of the Emerad Isle with heaving breast and
flashing eye and bloody sword in hand, pledging his life and
honor in its defense. Four times since then has he devoted
ly and faithfully redeemed that pledge. But in the great Re
bellion when the fate of the Nation trembled o'er the abyss of
disunion, the Irish soldiers mustered thick and fast to the ter
rific conflict. Irih Nora kissed her true, brave lad goodbye,
and Irish mothers blessed their stalwart soldier boys, who,
fresh and strong, went blithely to the fray. Out of the dark
and lurid flame of the great war, how many immortal names
have arisen Sheridan, Meagher, Mulligan, Corcoran, Keenan,
and that Knight of Western chivalry, Phil. Kearney. "How
he strode his brown steed! how we saw his blade brighten in
the one hand still left, and the reins in his teeth."
He laughed like a boy when the holidays heighten.
But a soldier's glance shot from his visor beneath;
Up came ihe reserves to the valley infernal
Asking where to go in, through the clearing of pine?
"Oh, anv where! forward! "Tis all the same, colonel;

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