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via France, that Janies Stephens is not only still in
Paris, but that he is still pkiying the role of C. O. I. R. He has opened a “ Central ” Office there for the trans action of business, and the receipt of funds for the “ the men in the gap.” Readers will please make comments to suit themselves. John O’Mahony is still in Manhattan, and is still play ing the role of Head Center, but in a quiet way. His office is in the editorial room of the “ Ii'ish People ’’ newspaper. His business, besides playing Head Cen ter, is writing “leaders” for said newspaper, and trac ing the genealogy of the fairy Head Centers of the Leprachauns and Cloorachauns, that play their antics on the Comeraghs, where his ‘‘clan ” most do congregate. James Stephens and John O’Mahony I Arcades am bo, the Siamese twins of swindling patriotism, bound to gether by a common interest and purpose in the past, to dupe, deceive and defraud our trusting people ; by a common interest in the present, to still practice their only profession, professional patriotism ; and by a com mon fate in the future, to go down to posterity with the contempt and curses of the Irish people following them. They are the higher type of a class that ooze into shape from the scum of Manhattan, and who find convenient and congenial quarters at 19 Chatham Street. TWO POLITICAL ITEMS. An election for Delegates to a Constitutional Con vention is taking place in this State to day. Notwith standing the importance of the event, but little interest is manifested .A large number of their ablest men have, however, been placed in nomination by both political parties. Henry Ward Beecher heads the Republican ticket in Brooklyn, and I hope he will be elected, if for no other reason than to enliven the convention with his winning pleas for woman’s rights, which, I understand, he favors. The Democracy of course claims this city, but the State will send a majority of delegates, favoring the fullest liberty for all classes. Our present Consti tion demands, for negro suffrage, a property qualification of $250. That, doubtless, with other “relics of bar barism” will be overthrown,—after which New York may boast to be as free as South Carolina. But we will pity poor Sambo, for he cannot escape the dallying embraces of Democratic politicians, when he has a vote. There is a Democratic organization in this city called the Tammany Hall “ Ring.” It controls the Demo cratic party of this city, and by its affiliations, that of the State. Of late years numerous “ Irregular” organi zations have claimed recognition as the “ Regular” Democracy of State Conventions, but “ Tammany” could not be beaten. Its latest victory was at Albany a couple of weeks ago, whereupon the ‘ ‘ Union Demo cracy” have declared war to the knife against it, and “ Miles O’Reilly” sings an elegiac lyric in the following strain—after vehemently promising to everlastingly buryjt’next Noevmber, he continues : Can’t the thing be “ made nice,” boys ? No ! we’ll fight as we’ve chosen, Till a hot place is frozen,— Then we’ll fight on the ice, boys. What! let Radicals win, boys ? Aye ! we’ll vote for the devil Till we get this thing level— We’d let Bulzebub wiu, boys. “ A very pretty quarrel as it stands,” as said Mark Taply, and one which your correspondent is not inter ested in, not being a politician. COL. ROBERTS, President of the Fenian Brotherhood, is announced to deliver a lecture, in this city, on the 9th of May. His subject is, as advertised: “Irish Independence Indis pensable to Universal Liberty.” The Circles of this City and Brooklyn have the matter of arrangements in hand, and great success is anticipated. Tickets are rapidly selling. Col. Roberts is indefatigable in his labors for the cause, and his untiring efforts and gene rous sacrifices, are meeting with their deserved reward of public respect and acknowledgment. MERE MENTION. I learn from one who ought to know, that the Brother hood is in splendid trim. The spirit and purpose of Circles is said to be magnificent. Dozens of the late insurgents in Ireland are arriving by every steamer and vessel. They have curses “ loud and deep,” for their chief leaders. A monster Catholic fair is soon to be held here, to raise funds to build an asylum for destitute female Roman Catholic children. All the Catholic churches have joined in the enterprise. A mammoth booth is now erecting along one of the sides of Union Square, and extending out into the street. It is ex pected that $150,000 will be realized. This rambling letter I will close, pronouncing it “ an ill-favored thing, Sir, but my own.” Fergus MacCool. The Valor of the English Army.—The British army recent ly met three armed Fenians and gave them battile; and after a spirited contest of three hours, wounded one and captured the other two. The British army, fearing the three Fenians might overcome them and gobble them up, kept at long range all the time.. It is now thought that, but for the wounding of th^ notorious McClure, they would have captured the British, the Fenians being great in surrounding their taotics being to move in Circles, and close in on the Centre. THE OMNIBUS. Scene at a Bowery Restaurant, Ludington Cuds just harrived from Lunnun. “ Hi say, fellow, bring me a sauca.” (saucer.) Irish Waiter—Who loves English enobs. A hand saw, sir ? Cuds—No, sir. Waiter—A circular saw, sir ? Cuds—’Ell! no, fellow, hime no cawpenter 1 Hi want a sauca to drink hout hov. Waiter—Esau, sir? Isn't him that soult his rights for a stirabout, like what the Inglish give their pawpers? Cuds—Dem it! no, fellow!—hi don’t want ha ’Ebrew—hi want a China sauca ! Waiter—Och! Chany, is it ? Do you mane like this ? (point ing to one.) Cuds—Certainly, stoopid. Waiter—Well, didn’t I ask if you wanted a hand saw, sir ? and isn’t that a hand saucer ? Hand and mouth for that matther. And, thin, didn’t I ax you if you wanted a circler saw, sir ? and isn’t that a circler saucer? Divil a mother’s son from Ing land I ever met knew what he wanted, barrin’ that they all want everything they 6ee, no matther who it belongs to. Cuds—Hi don’t want hany more of your sauce, sir ! Waiter—Sure, ’t isn’t my saucer at all, sir, but the bosses’. Moves off, singing: O'Mahoree is a valllant hayro, And knows the way, sir, across the deep; His fame is greater than the fiddler, Nayro, Or Julls Sayser that’s fast asleep. His mighty sowl In his bussura’s howlin’. Like a tiger ragin’ for to git loose; And o’er the ocean he’ll soon go bowlin’, To give the Saxon the very juice, (deuce.) Latest from Ireland.—It is understood that the British Gov ernment have serious notions of arresting all the barbers in the country. Information from sources available only to the authorities would lead to the belief that they are all Head Cen tres, (scenters) and ready at any moment to be at the throats of Her Mujesty’s subjects. The Stephens Wing.—It is a noteworthy fact, that the most of the Stephens Fenians are shoemakers, and their circle Head quarters in shoemakers’ workshops. May not the Stephens wing of the Phoenix then be stuck on with wax ? This would account for its recent running when exposed to the fire.—The Owl. Scene at the General’s Head Quarters.—Carey—Say, Gen eral, why do the people persist in talking of division in the Fenian ranks, when they are both under one name ? General—How can that be ? Carey—Isn’t one a Roberts party ? General—Yes. Carey—Well, I’m very sure, then, that the other is a Rob ber’s party. General—Ha ! ha ! let’s liquor on that. Carey—Don’t drink—give me a fifty cent cigar. A certain class of Christians (?) pray on their knees on Sun day, and on their neighbors during the other days of tine week. Thebes.—A strange feeling inevitably creeps over you when you turn that bend of the river which brings Thebes into view —when the mountains open gradually outward on either hand, and you say to yourself in a whisper, “ That plain is the plain of Thebes!” Silently it receives you—amidst ruins. Silently? Are there not inner voices more potent than a trumpet blast to stir tlie pulses of ilie soul? TDeoes—hundred-gated Thebes! “Populous No, that was situate among her rivers I” ‘And nil that is left of her lies here. Well, the multitudes are gone, and the city lies desolate—most desolate; but the forms of the landscape are immovable as the everlasting hills. The mul titudes are gone, but that circling barrier of rock mountain which soars up in the west is their prison-house; Thebes is still populous with dead. Looking narrowly, vague and dim, ruins shape themselves on the plain. They are temples, and a few solitary palms shake feebly among their pillars in the gen tle hush of dying day. The temple of Amnon, at Karnac, unlike the Pyramid, was not the work of one Pharaoh or of one age; successive mon archs made it great. All the splendors of Egypt were wreaked upon it. All that art, wealth, and supreme will could lavish were, during 2,000 years, allotted to it. Ono king added a chapel, another a portico, another a pylon, a dromos of sphinxes, a pillared hall. In its babyhood, before the days of Joseph, it was probably an unpretentious shrine; when Ptole my, 100 years B. C., put the last touch to it, it was very great. “From the time of Joseph to the Chiistian era, through the whole period of the Jewish history, and of the ancient world, the splendor of the earth kept pouring into that space for 2,000 years.” In one of its halls, insignificant in point of view of the whole, “ the Cathedral of Notre-Dame might stand without touching the walls.”—Traveler in Egypt. ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. J. H., New York—We shall write you a private letter on the subject Club, Boston, Mass.—Forward the money by cheque or P. 0. order, to the President Republic News Co., Drawer 6900, Chicago, 111. L. O’M., Lynchburg, Ya.—Send postage stamps with your M. S. If it does not suit us we shall return it. Agents may ascertain terms for Clubs, Advertisements, &c., by applying either personally or by letter at the office. W. S., New York—Writes to know, if Thos. Hynes with whom he spent some months in Mountjoy and Richmond pri sons, for Fenianism, is now in Chicago. Mr. Hynes is in Chicago and will open a Select Day School on the first Monday in May, at the corner of Lime street and the Archer Road. Any communication to this office will reach him. David Walsh—5th United States Arillery, Fort Monroe, Ya., writes us—that on the 27th of last December he received a letter from John Grace, from Toronto jail, stating that he was his step-brother and in need of money, that he sent him $20 on the 6th of January, since which he has heard nothing from him, and even don’t know whether he received the money or not. Mr. Walsh has written to Messrs. Murphy, Sullivan, and Fenlon, for information, and all they knew about it was that Grace wa9 acquitted of Fenianism on the 29th of January and left Canada. Will Grace, if he sees this, write to his bro ther and explain—there is something wrong somewhere. J. McC, Richmond, Ind.—Sends us a long letter advising us what—“Course to purshue”-so as to steer clear of“the Rapids,” and winds up by asking us—“ Will The Irish Republic bo for the Democrats or the Republicans ?” To which we ans wer It will ! Buy the paper, and see if it don’t. As to steering clear of the Rapids we shall lay down our course, and, once under way, we wou’t alter it, so let the “Rapids” look out and steer clear of us, for if they don’t, we’ll run into them, that’s all. We prefer the surging and fermenting life even of Rapids to the coward sluggishness of eternal calm. We intend to have two hosts for our readers—one our Friends, the other our Enemies—oue host to read ub for love, the other for some thing else. M. R., Winona, Minn.—To whom a Prospectus of this paper was seut, writes to tell that he knows he wou’t like it (in ad vance) and “anyhow that he is tired of reading.” This puts us in mind of the beggars in Ireland who, when pressed to est, (this was a very long time ago: they don’t press them much there now, we hear,) used to reply, for modesty’s sake, “ wisha its tired from atin we are.” Poor souls they were tired from atin. They got so little of the exercise that it was easy to tire them. From M. R.’s letter we have no doubt but that he must be tired of readin’ for we are pretty sure he has to spell all the words before he reads—we wish he would do the same before he writes—and that’s enough to tire anybody. We won’t press you “ ine-boy” to any more reading : so turn in and take a swig at the bar, or a dhrass at the cards. Fanny B., Brooklyn, N. Y.—Wants to know if “The Irish Republic” won’t have a column for the ladies ? Certainly every column in the paper is open for ladies, provided their contri butions will contribute to the advancement of Country and liberty. So come along, darlings, and crown our columns with your wreaths. We are in favor of woman-suffrage, for we, men, have suffered so long alone at the hands of rascally poli ticians, that we are anxious to have you suffer with us—misery loves company. Let us hear from our fair correspondent as soon again as she pleases. Young Ireland, St. Louis, Mo.—Writes to know where “ The Felon’s Track,” by Michael Doheny, can be had; and then wanders away into a long disquisition about the troubles in the Fenian organization, and winds up by saying that “ though he has differed with us he believes that we were actuated by honest motives in the course we took,” &c. Jtc. We hate to be less polite than “Young Ireland,” and should like to be able to return him the compliment—by saying that we also thought he was honest, &c.—but we can’t do it consistently with the “ rigid law” of truth. “ The Felon’s Track” has been long out of print, though we understand that some person in New York L..o •.•f.uMiahpd it. r»f late r an/1 furthermore that, it ia j»nktS«W'»4 for the benefit of Col. Doheny’s widow, who resides in Brooklyn, in, we fear, circumstances which speak little for the generosity of the Irish people. Col. Doheny—happily in a better land ere the Fenian troubles began and so not mixed up with them at all —spent the great life and talents which he possessed in the cause of Ireland. Havings heart as large as his income, and a purse ever at the command of suffering, he died leaving his wife and children nothing but the glory of his name,—died, no doubt, thinking that every Irishman—worthy of the name— would be a father to the fatherless—that, as he lived and la bored to elevate his people, bis children would become the children of the nation. But, when the eagle dieB who comes to feed its young ? Fame is very fine in books—but we doubt if it amounts to much when a Brooklyn-landlord comes for his rent, or when the winter winds screech along the bay of New York. With regard to “The Felon’s Track” you can write to any Eastern or Western publishing house, and they will get a copy for you. If one twentieth of those who profess nationality would purchase a copy, it would place Mrs. Doheny (whose two sons, we understand, are under arrest in Ireland) in some sort independence. J. S., Chicago—We are happy to say that our knowledge of Informers is not very extensive. The acquaintance of “General Massey,” therefore, is an “ honor” to which we are unable to lay claim. But on making inquiry we have been informed that his real name is Patrick Condon—the great Texan “Colonel” whom James Stephens sent to Chicago, about three months ago, to assist his “ respectable” supporters in this city to turn the Fenian organization over to his “ policy,” and its money into his pockets. Our friends here will doubtless recol lect the well-dressed, black-mustachioed, insinuating militaire who, in co«piny with certain “ patriots” whom we forbear to name, was perpetually bowing and showing his white teeth in } ' something that was intended for a smile, but which, of course, was as hollow as that of Beelzebub when he became an angel of light. J. N., London, England—We are ready to send you the Irish Republic, if you will only instruct us how to do so with out putting the blood-hounds of Her Gracious Majesty, Mrs. ; John Brown, on your track, and so consigning you, as certain eminent “leaders” (faughI) have done so many of their unfor nate followers, to the tender mercies of a felon’s prison. P. R. H., Colorado—We know nothing about “ another con templated rising” in Ireland, and more, we do not believe a solitary word of it. What is really “ contemplated” is to put the money of dupes Into the pockets of knaves In New York.