THE IRISH RACE IN AMERICA.
You'll find lovely fighting along the whole line'"
When the war was closed and the Irish union soldier re
turned to his home in the North, that home which had so long
and so anxiously awaited his coming, he brought-with him a
deepened love for the flag he had fought to maintain. He re
turned to his former avocations and, putting his hand to the
work of repairing his country's loss, he demonstrated that his
patriotism was not of the holiday pastime order. But Nora's
tears are dried and she long since laid her sad heart upon the
altar of her country, and at morn and eve she breathes a
prayer 'for a brave soul that long ago took its flight ' 'mid the
smoke of battle,' and the Irish mother still croons at her
cabin door, but the tread of her darling boy is never heard at
its threshold. Lover vapd son reJer came b,ack: they are down
there on the fields of Shiloh, Antietam, Chickamauga, Peters
burg, Mary's Heights and Gettysburg, and there they lie
near where the enemy's guns belched fire and death: where
their country's foeman made his last stand. How many un
named demi-gods among them whose deeds of bravery no pen
shall extol, of whose heroic deaths no tongue shall toll.
"What matters it," said the late President Harrison on one
occasion, "if a sprig of green was found upon the bloody
jacket of the Union soldier who lay dead on Mission Ridge:
the flag he fought for was his flag and the green was but a
memory and an inspiration"
Has the Irish-American soldier deserved well of his coun
try? From the Revolution's hard fought fields, from Lake
Erie, and from New Orleans, from, the burning heights of
Vera Cruz, and the ancient .halls of the Montezumas, and
blending with thunders of two thousand battles from Sumter
to Appomattox, the answer echoes back He has! -IVm. J.
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