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I'M %lri» 11" Hh I ft '& BY & ft FAR-FAMED BLACKWATER A Correspondent ol the New York Times Takes a Pleasant Trip Across the Maeldowne, Hills. HOW IRISH LASSIES TAKE THEIR Bee-Hives to Market—What the Smell Fanners in Ireland Hope and Fear This Winter. There was much shaking of heads when we annouuced at. Cahir that we proposed to "cross the mountain," writes a correspondent of the Kevr York Times. The Maeldowna hills do Htand up squarely from the plains on the southern edge of Tipperary, hut we had seen Switzerland and the White Mountains, not to mention any ridges more, and thought that if there were a road across the purple dream of those Mils we would make bold to use it. The resolve was wise, only we ought to have used bicycles. For the road through the pretty hamlet of Clogheen to the hills, and up the line that parts the many acres of the Duke of Devon shire from the few of the Earl of Lis more., was such as your bicycle would revel in. When the ascent began,there was but little climbing before we reached the line of moorland in minai ture, with its wee loch of unruffled water, its heatherbells, sheep, andwaj side shelter for beast and man, con taining on a diminutive scale all the characteristics of Scotland that one finds in innumerable pictures and bal lads without end. As almost every where about the island, the road was faultless indeed, lest the beast of draught, which in these parts are more cherished than human beings, should find the ascent steep, the old road has been abandoned and a new causeway has been practised in two enormous zaga with so gentle a rise that a Ver mont pony would not have known that he was a bill till he got to the top. Near Clogheen we overtake two coun try lasses jogging along on a home made cart behind a rusty nag. As we approach we see that they are envel oped in a swarm of horse flies, and,since insects are as rare in Ireland as rooks are plenty, we marvel greatly "They are bees!" exclaims the lively professor of romance languages from Columbia College, who is visiting the home of ancestors many generations remote. And so thev are placidly and with a joy tul laugh for the joliv tourists the peasant girls continue their journey, with beet? on all sides of them. Now one seems about-to settle on the russet coils of hair of this h.1, and there are two walking about the big cloth cloak of that. As we pass, the mystery re solves itself. They are not witches, nor. like Melusine in the fairy tale, do they end in mermaid extremites but under the board which serves them for a seat are two bee hives, which these stalwart virgins—bee mothers without a miracle—are taking to the small fair at Clogheen. While we wait in that little place they come up, the hives are unceremoniously hitched from under the seat, so that buyers can examine them, a number of purchasers and idlers gather about, and one, who means bus iness or has a sweet tooth, calmly raises a hive, lakes a dab of honey out with his forefinger, and tastes of the store. I remember that Gin Idas de Barry said that there were no bees in Ireland, and thereby aroused unquench able lury in patriotic Irish breasts for centuries, until a learned Irishman crammed that and many more innocent lies down his 'throat in the fiercest, most indignant Latin prose. If there •were none in the twelfth century the present age has repaired the omission and also taught the angry bee passions not to rise. Opinions were divided whether or not the insects were of a stingless variety, or, if equipped with stings, whether the smell of peat,which is inseparable from Irish peasants, had the effect of discouraging the use of their 'natural weapons, even when jolted for hours in a suringless cart. One thing was agreed upon, that the soothering swains of Clogheen wonld not bother those girls witn any rustic attentions while thev were able to let loose upon too familiar admirers their bees of war. In talk with the country people hereabouts a gentle melancholy is observable, and likewise no great building of hopes on the changp of gov ernment advocated by their representa tives at Westminster. The common est expression is "Poor Ireland! Any thing would be better. Things could not be worse than they are!" They seem grateful for little favors, and those who do not seek th6ir fortune abroad have very modes* ideas of. what would make them h^ppy. The oppon ents of the Nationalists' have always XLy.-yw understood this, and the polip&qf<U)1 'i]og a little rtlieif^ma^^isdtne^trifting, concession, diverting their attention „r •••, iS »5 from the main point at issue by encour aging the hope of some small gain, has been reduced to a science. It is al ways in order to checkmate the Nation alists by manoeuvres of this kind, and doubtless much good incidentally thereby results. Very slowly, to be sure, but certainly, a better kina of dwelling for tbe peasants is making its appearance, a substantial stone cottage with good chimney of brick, a slate roof, a front yard, and a fenced potato patch in the rear. Facilities for the gradual purchase of such cottages are given, and although the laws affecting the holding of real estate are still bungling, and the fees for taking title are much too large, energetic and sav ing men in the laborer, artisan and ten ant farmer class have a much better chance than heretofore, The whole legal apparatus of Ireland is said by good authorities to be vastly greater than there is need of, and a great drain on people of all classes is the re sult. All farmers are reputed fond of litigy, and the Irishman is no excep tion, but crimes are pretty much con fined to the semi-political agrarian va riety, and there is little for the judges to do. Nevertheless the men of the law are numorous and well paid, often put to great straits, it is said, to make 3ome show of earning their salaries. A na tional Legislature would be likely to put the knife into this nest of furred cats. If the peasant does not look for ward with any exaggerated hope to the future under another form of govern ment he is a firm disbeliever in the knowledge of parliament or its will r,o help him. He and his forefathers have been alternately duped and browbeaten too often to allow him to place any faith in government by proxy and from a dis tance. The contrast is edifying be tween these humble men and the ordi nary Briton of London, who wants to kick somebody because he has been dis turbed in one of his most cherished dreams, namely, that he knows all men's business better than they do themselves. The Duke of Devonshire, whose eldest son is Lord Hartington, owns an immense estate to the left hand as we cross the gap of the Mael downa nills and the Earl of Lismore a comparatively small property on the right. The latter has an enviable re putation for leniency towards tenants, importing blooded stock, aiding farm ers in this way and that, looking con tinually to the good of the public. The father of the chief of Liberals in Par liament has no good will from the countryside he is an absentee, and for the enormous sum which he takes from the island every year—it is reckoned at more than $300,000—makes little, if any return. Southward over the slope of Maeldowna into Lismore one plunges into a wooded gorge belonging to the duke which is one of.the loveliest soots in Ireland, reminding the traveller of Swiss valleys, with the pines reaching high up the precipitous sides of the cleft and water brawling far below. Lower down, the trees form a tent of verdure dripping with the constant rain, and as we bowl round one turn of the well kept road .after another the scene is constantly changing from the grand iose to the picturesque. The last touch is Lismore Castle, with its many win dows, towering from a cliff above .the placid Blackwater and looking down that stream on a landscape by Birket Foster. Here William Congreve, the pride of English dramatic literature, is said to have been born, with what truth nobody can now tell. He went to school in Kilkenny and to college in Dublin. The castle was built when King John was a prince only, and has suffered the usual proportion of seiges and burning. Lismore was once owned by Sir Walter Raleigh. It is not to be confounded with Lismore in Linnhe Loch, Argyllshire, where the "Book of the Deau" was written in Highland Gaelic by James McGregor. Many places in both istand have a "big fort," and, therefore, many haye been called in Gaelic lis-more. It is a pretty little town, remarkable for the size andbean ty of its trees and ihe gentle somnolency of its meadows, though, as we passed through, it was being stirred into half waking by the arrival of a circus, claiming, need I say. to be American. The English manager of shows who should dare to play the civis Britannicus sum upon Irish audiences would waste his venerable crown upon the desert air—lucky if he got food for his men and prtvender for his horses. It was at Lismore that we heard of Mount Melleray, a convent of Cistercian monks, who settle on a waste moor of Knuc-Maeldowna about, half a century ago, and, like their similars of La Trappe, devoted themselves to hard work, silence and meditation. That is why we stop at Cappoquin, the head water of navigation on the far-famed Blackwater, where that stream, flow in? eastward from Lismore, parallel with the coast, turns abruptly towards ^he-abuth and the Atlantic.^ The drive (Continued on eighth p»#.*.) VOLUME III. MINNEAPOLIS AND ST. PAUL, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1886. & GAPT. WILLIAM BLUNDELL The Atrocities Perpetrated by the Eng lish toldiery in Ireland as Far Back as 1644. A BOLD AND FEARLESS CAVALIER, From 700 to 800 Persons Murdered in One Day in the King's Land Within Seven Miles of Dublin. (Boston Pilot.) "William Blund6li, of Crosby, Lan cashire, Esq.," was a Captain of Dra geons in the Royalist Army of 1642, one of the thousands of loyal Catholic gentlemen who devoted their swords to the cause of the ungrateful Stuarts. Unlike most of his comrades his name and services are not forgotten, thanks to the zeal of an admiring biographer. Rev.T. Ellison Gibson, who has edited and published a most delightful col lection of extracts from the old Cava lier's note-book. Th9 Blundell family was of Norman, origin, coming over with the Con queror and settling very early ax the place occupied by them and their descendants ever since, the village of Little Crosby, six miles from Liver pool. William BlundelL in a memorial to James II., makes mention of cu rious cirumstances in the history of the family seat in these words "It is very well known that ye small township above-said was many years remarked for these things— "That it had not a beggar "That it had not an ale-house "That it had not a Protestant in it." Much more extraordinary is the fact told by the biographer of William Blun dell, writing 200 years afterwards, in 1880 "A direct descendant of the Cavalier, occupying the mansion and estate, can say at this very day, of his village, that there is neither beggar, alehouse nor Protestant within it." This within six miles of Liverpool The gallant Cavalier shed his blood and spent his money for the royalist cause, was fined, imprisoned and other wise persecuted for his loyalty to God and King, but lived to a good old age, dying in his 78th year. His note-book is an interesting reflex of the writer's character, and doubly valuable as show ing the high moral principles govern ing those whose fidelity to their sov ereigns has led prejudiced historians to malign and traduce them. The world has been compelled to admire the sterl ing courage and loyalty of the Cava liers, but the vices of a dissolute king and court have been unjustly ascribed to the great body of their supporters, until the current impression of the Cavaliers, gathered froj.t historians not in sympathy with their cause, is that of a daring, reckless and roystering band. William Blundell was an earn est Christian man in belief and prac tice, with views in worldly matters far ahead of his lime. In his note book' he suggests many business ideas, which have since been adopted, concerning the needs of advertising, news collect ing, the establishment of brokers1 houses for the lending of money, and other practical subjects. His philosophy is both shrewd and aptly expressed. '"Praise your children openly, reprehend them secretly," is a maxim worthy to be adopted by all pa rents. He anticipates the Woman Suffrage movement, wheu he says: "Women may pretend a little to govern because men have governed so ill, as plausibly as some have reformed the Church upon the like pretense." Woman's wit is justified, however, in his anecdote of the reply made by the Queen of Spam when her husband, Philip III., relating some fault committed by a Jesuit, asked what she could now say in excuse of the Jesuits. The Queen replied: "Sir, I can say nothing in defense of those fathers but this—that (without all question) the bell that sounds so loud with so small a touch must needs be of an excellent temper." The brave old cavalier scorned duel lists and detested duelling. To a chal lenge which he either received or ex pected he prepared an answer in which he said "I have lojt much blood in de fense of the laws, and will not hazard any to break them. I confess I dare not be damned on any account, and am unwilling to be hanged on this. In the meantime (here the old Cavalier's courage speaks out) if the answer dis pleases yon, I shall never decline the walks to which my business leads me out of any fear of your sword." Else where he says of the same fashionable crime: "So that it seems, if sins be fashionable sins we cannot blame them. We would not go to h—1 unless honor calls us. Nay, we should be content to goto Heaven, if it were not against our credit te receive an affront." We close the extracts' from^his moSt interesting book with a passage con- The 1 Jtik ?f^ »WJV qerning the atrocities perpetrated by the English soldiery Ireland. It is all the more striking as coming from I ah Englishman who had no sympathy with the Irish people, and whose pity was greatest doubtless for those vic tims who were innocent people and having nothing Irish-like in them, but tiie Catholic religion," a trait still re markably Irish-like," and the source of much persecution. •i». I The cruelties of the Irish against itne English are in everybody's mouth, and set forth in printed pageants sold in London. Some cruelties on the con trary part are these that follow. "An English pardon that lived in Ireland told me that one of his own coat, born in Wirral in Cheshire and -beneficed in Ireland, killed with his own hands one Sunday morning 53 of his own parishioners, most, or all of them (as I remember), women and children. This was told me at Chester, A. D. 1644, in the hearing ©fMr. Ralph Bridoke, chaplain to the Earl of Derby. "Colonel Washington told me of great cruelties committed by the soldiers against the Irish among other things that he saw one take an infant upon his pike and toss it up in the air. "Captain Robert Bram well told me he was in danger of his life from his own party for covering a young gentle woman with his cloak who had been stripped by them they afterwards dashed out her brains. "One Captain Philipson (as I take it), one of the English officers, told me that about 100 or 200 unarmed Irish, that climbed up to the top of trees to avoid the soldiers, were all killed with shot from below, and that a child of two years old was barbarously (and oddly) murdered in the same place. "Archdeacon Pryce told me that Major Morice hanged a gentlewoman, only because she looked (as he was pleased to phrase it) like an Irish lady. Politician's Catechism re- lateth briefly otner sad particulars of this nature. Few of the populous country of Fingal left alive all per ished by fire and sword, being innocent people and having nothing Irish-like in them but the Catholic religion. The army killed man, woman and child in the county oi Wicklow. A gentle woman, big with child, was hanged oh the^irch of a bridge. Mr. Contain, whe never bore arms, was roasted there alive by Captain Gines. They mur? dered all that came in their way from within two miles of Dublin. Mrs. Eustace, of Cfadockston, in the county of Kiidare (sister to Sir William Tal bot) of 80 years of age, after she had entertained with victuals, was mur dered by the Protestant officers, with another old gentlewoman and a girl of eight years of age. Mr. Caulev, of Westmeath, showing his protection, was killed with a shot, the protection being laid on his breast to try if it were proof. Mr. Thomas Talbot, a great servitor in Queen Elizabeth's war in Ireland, aged 90 years, was murdered though he had a protection. Prom 700 to 800 women, children and laborers, were murdered in one day in the King's land, within seven miles of Dublin. And yet it may be a question whether those great transplantations to Con naught and to Ameriea exceed not all that hath been said." Bishop of Jerusalem. The efforts of the so-called evangeli cal denominations to claim hierarchi cal privileges in the Holy Land are rather funny. It is seventeen years since the Sultan presented to the present German Emperor and his heirs the greater part of the land in Jerusalem, on which stood the buildings of the Johannite order. After assisting at the opening of the Suez Canal, the Crown Prince visited Jerusalem and inspected the piece of ground. The latter was a field of ruins—the debris of what had been the Church of the Santa Maria Latin a Magglore and a hospital. The church has since been reconstructed on the old lines and in the original style—the South French Gothic. It was at one time intended to make the new church serve as the Cathedral of the Anglican bishopric in Jerusalem. But the English seem to have given up the Jerusalem bishopric. At all events, the old agreement with Germany has fallen asunder. The Evangelical Church, to which the Ger man Imperial family belong, has no bishops, but it is expected, neverthe less, that provisions will be made "for the necessities of the Evangelical bish opric in Jerusalem." A point will be stretched for the glory of the thing, iand the restored Church of the Johan nite order will serve as the German Cathedral!—[Ex. MONSIGNUR STRANEIRO, the Papal ablegate who conveyed from Pope Leo XIII, the beretta to Cardinal Gibbons rope. 0 E E I iff:, ifit- JO fis™ j.nt, it- Jv" », •i "'1l~f iU v,t 0 Priest Devotes His Life to And Becomes a Mart?? of Uliarity. THE APOSTLE OF THE LEPERS. Through the courtesy of the Rev. II. B. Chapman, Vicar of St. Luke's,Cam berwell, England, who has yielded to our urgent request, we are able to pub lish the following touching letter from Father Damien: KALAMAO, MOLOKAI, Sandwich I August S6, IS8li. REVEREND SIR—Your highly appre ciative letter of June 4 is to hand. Thanks to our Divine Savior for having fired up in you, by the example of a humble priest fulfilling simply the du ties of his vocation, that noble spirit of the sweet life of self sacrifice. As you say in your letter, the Blessed Sacra ment is indeed the stimulus for us all, for me as it should be for you, to for sake all worldly ambitions. Without the constant presence of our Divine Master upon the altar in my poor chapels, 1 never could have persevered casting my lot with the lepers of Mol okai, the foreseen consequence of which begins now to appear on my skin, and is felt throughout the body. The Holy Communion being the daily bread of a priest, I feed myself happy, well pleased and resigned the rather exceptional circumstance in which it has pleased Divine Providence to put me. ". Your statement regarding your con nection with the Church, of England leads me to say a few words of what a middle-aged, well-educaled man has done, who until a few years ago be longed to the Episcopalian Church in America. lie became not only a con vert to, the Catholic faith, but shortly after his abjuration he made a long re treat in a Trappist Convent, and fol lowing the Divine inspiration of self sacrifice, came a few weeks ago to this far-distant and poor country, resolved to spend the remaining days at Mol okai, asking the authorities that he mifeht be permitted to come and work here with me without salary for the relief of the distressed lepers. He now resides here with the leper priest, and, as a true sympathizing brother, helps me caring for the sick. He, too, though not a priest, finds his comfort in the Blessed Sacrament. Without doubt you will admire with me the aimighty power of Gocl's grace in favor of my new companion, and please allow me to pray daily for yon and your brethren that we may all have one faith, belong all to the same one true Apostolic Church, and become a.11 one in Christ Jesas, and thus obtain the same'eternal crown in heaven. In regard to your intend^ collection .iirffcvqr of $hei der my care, I would say that any amount, however small, will be gladly rA, 'AS iHs LIVING AMONG THE LEPERS. Them THE LEPERS OF M0L0KAI. An Admirable Anglican Minister Pays a Glowing Tribute to the Sacrifices of Father Damien. (Ctoholie Columbian.) •We are able to publish a letter from Father Damien, the apostle of the lepers of Molokai, which we think few indeed will read without emotion. In a quiet, simple way he relates how the long martyrdom has begun at last, and "the foreseen consequence" of his heroic renouncement "i® appearing on the skin and is felt throatfhout the body." Mis3 Lambert, in h«r letter to the London Times, quotes from an earlier communication written when the presence of the awful disease was suspected, but not sure now it has de clared itself, and Father Damien tells how he is happy and well pleased and resigned in the rather exceptional circumstances which it has pleased Providence" to place him. Shut off forever from all communication with wholesome human creatures,, and vowed for life to the service of living masses of rottenness around him, and at length himself infected with the corruption, Father Damien now asks for a little help for the solace of his stricken Hock. It is not wonderful or strange-to learn that, in the horror of bis forsaken but accepted lot, which we at this safe distance can. hardly think of without a shudder, Father Da-, mien should find all his strength and consolation in the Blessed Sacrament. But if any human alleviation were pos sible in such a living death, it would probably be the presence of a compan ion and it is pleasant, therefore, to learn from Father Damien—and surely it should make us proud of the faith that can nerye to such sacrifice—that an American convert has gone out to join him in Molokai, there to v/ork and live for the lepers. What poor stuff: is all the "gun powder and glory busi ness" when compared with heroism such as this. J. DAMIKN VE Vfi.N'STICK, Catholic Priest for the Lepers. P. 8.—To give you some .ides of our place, I send you by same mail a small pamphlet. The Lepers of Molokai. May it be of interest to you and your friends. J. DAMIEN. PROTESTAKT CLERGYMAN'S LETTER. Mr. Chapman, an admirable Anglican minister, writes as follows to the Lon don Times SIR,—An account of Father Damien's work, and the heroic penalty which he! has paid,, appeared not long ago in most of the papers. The case is as simple as it is sad. This manly priest, himself under a vow of poverty, lives in the Island of Molokai, which is confined to lepers, among whom he has irretriev ably cast his lot. He has himself fallen a pre}' to the disease, and in a cheerful letter whicli he has lately written to me says that he would most gladly re ceive any contributions for his poor people. I have received the willing sympathy of His Eminence, the Cardi nal Archbishop, in the publication of his appeal, and shall be happy to under take, all acknowledgments and trans missions. The case speaks for itself, though I could have wished it had a worthier channel of expression, am, Sir, your obedient servant, 177 Camden Crrove North, Peekfamu, S. IS., Oc tohor 16. MISS LAMBERT'S LETTER. Misa Agnes Lambert, who has made careful study of the condition of lepers, writes to the same journal: SIR,—This morning my attention was drawn to a sentence in the last number of a weekly review, declarbig the sub ject of the lepers to be so repulsive "that nobody can possibly want to know any more about them.'" Immediately after wards some one else drew my attention to the paragraph in the Times, contain ing the appeal of the Ilev. H. B. Chap mall, .Vicar of St. Luke's. Camherwell, for the poor leper flock, of the heroic Father Damien in the .Poland of Molo kai. In spite of the opinion expressed by your contemporary of the hundreds of thousands—in our Indiam Empire alone there are 135,000—of human be ings afflicted at this moment with the most terrible disease that can disfigure and destroy mankind, will you let me, in the hope of assisting Mr. Chapman's efforts, supplement his letter tjy re minding your readers that the increase of leprosy in the Sandwich Islands lias been so great in recent years that the government ot that little kingdom has been obliged to enforce segregation or the alfected, and has set apart the island of Molokai for the purpose? One heroic priest after another has cut him self off from his kindred and all that makes life glad, in order to devote him self to their service. In 1873 Father Damien, a young*Belgian priest, just ordained, volunteered his service for the settlement then numbering SOU lepers, of whom between 400 and 500 were Catholics, and who, dying at the rate of from eight to twelve per week, had for long been without the aids and comforts of religion. For thirteen years, besides ministering to their spiritual wants, Father Damien has been "dactor, nurse, magistrate, school teacher, carpenter, painter, gardener, cook, and even in some cases under taker and grave digger"—in fact, all things for his stricken flock. But at last he has himself fallen a victim to the terrible disease. In a letter to Mr. C. W. Stoddard, Father Damien tells his story as no one else could tell it: "Since March last my confrere, Father Albers, has left Molokai and this archi pelago, and has returned to Tahiti and the Poumoutous. I am now the only priest on Molokai, and am supposed to be myself afflicted with the terrible dis ease. Impossible for me to go any more to Honolulu on account of the leprosy breaking out on me. Having no doubt myself of the true character of my disease, I feel calm, resigned happier among my people. Almighty God knows what is best for my own sanctification, and with that conviction I say daily a good fiat vo luntas tua. Please pray for your af— fticted friends, and recommend me and my unhappy people to all servants of the Lord." I think that few ran refuse Mr. Chapman's appeal after this. I am. Sir, your obedient servant, ,',2 AGNES LAMBERT, Milford House, Elm Roads, Ciapham Common, 8. W., October 18,1886. If any of our readers desire to make tit wWWm :t?«a» NUMBER 2. received for the relief of over t50C poor unfortunate lepers. Be .it understood that I personally having made vow of poverty my wants are few. A draft 'from the Bank of England, on Bishop & Co., bankers in Honolulu, will be the simplest and the safest way for remit tance. May the eternal blessing of God be with you, your family, and those who may contribute in any way to the relief of my poor sick peopje. Tours affectionately in our Lord, II. B. CHAPJMAN, '5W*ro$ip is,, turn l. 11 -W tat fif /aJJ Vill 4 a^donation-to tlietf und or -the- legkmffi they may send their alms throughTiiev. Father Hudson, Notre Dame, In(liana. tI