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A Correspondent ol the New York Times
Takes a Pleasant Trip Across the
Maeldowne, Hills.
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
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
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
•••, iS
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
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
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»#.*.)
The Atrocities Perpetrated by the Eng
lish toldiery in Ireland as
Far Back as 1644.
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
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
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-
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 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
ablegate who conveyed from Pope Leo
XIII, the beretta to Cardinal Gibbons
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•i "'1l~f iU v,t
Priest Devotes His Life to
And Becomes a Mart??
of Uliarity.
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:
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
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.
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.
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.
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
Milford House, Elm Roads, Ciapham Common,
8. W., October 18,1886.
If any of our readers desire to make
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,
fif /aJJ
a^donation-to tlietf und or -the- legkmffi
they may send their alms throughTiiev.
Father Hudson, Notre Dame, In(liana.

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