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Puffy, the Last Fenian Convict.
1 make the most noise attract the big ■ Place a monkey show, consisting of 1 another monkey, a triangle and a bass L side of the market square, and place K other side, and the monkey and his ye “ a full house” while the philosopher to empty benches. This homage to 1 by all nations, more or less, and we n’t offend our own people by saying ■e not exempt from the general weak i do we find men standing, in the pop ion, on the topmost round of the ladder, ise they have some dash, and can make the boys while they are being hoisted made of fame. Once on, those who ice them there feel it their duty to pro >m the assaults of heartless iconoclasts, ide this man a god, and he] is our god, e must protect him from being dese I men on this side who worked the organiza* ed not be told how they had to push the able John along, the while he hurled all >f protests against those who dragged him is congenial black hole in Centre street out e sunlight, and made his little “ Molly Ma conspiracy a National Brotherhood. •eland the same order of things Avas enacted, 2D, the latchets of whose shoes Stephens Avas ) tie, are comparatively unknown, Avhile the jjUyecl weasel Avho has been spitting his venom Honest men, received all the credit for the Avork ■ by others. ^■lc same thing may be enacted again, and flip ■ flatterers, mounted on the people’s (hobby) Buncomb, may ride in at the lead, Avearing a In cap and feather, while the silent Avorkers, ■the deep thinkers, are forgotten in the crowd. ^■11 these thoughts have been forced upon our Hd in reading the speech of Edavard Duffy, H/ious to sentence being pronounced. ■Vho is this Edavard Duffy? The Fenian Btherhood and the Irish people at large avill ■vver, Edavard Duffy is one of the convicts. I is a pale, consumptive young man, sentenced ■ fourteen years. Friends, Edaa'ard Duffy did Ire to organize the Fenian Brotherhood in Ire d in the last five years than James Stephens Id do in fifty lifetimes. The dungeon bolts of an Irish prison have never closed on a truer man than this same Edward Duffy. This is saying a great deal, when we think of all the great souls that have burst their prison bonds at the call of God in Irish-English dungeons. There is not a county ! in Ireland where this same restless, hoping spirit | has not sowed the seeds of liberty anew. Forever ! ' on the move, regardless of consequences, he has i i effected more real work than almost any single man in Ireland. lie felt that death had marked him for an early call, and he was determined to make the most of his years, in the work of leaving his coun try a nation when he should be no more. His hopes, as he always expressed himself to his friends, were that he would meet death half way by dying on an Irish battle-field for liberty, instead of crawling slowly into a consumptive grave. That his desires have not been gratified is no fault of his. The excitement of his late years, and his hopes for Ireland have buoyed him up and kept him alive. It was the triumph of spirit over matter, and now, that he is “Banished from the green hills, and the streams ; The fireside faces and the haunts of men; To feel the breath of God upon his brow, Or gaze upon the midnight stars no more. Ah, God, to sit within his lampless grave, And know the great world swings her merry gait; And streams are laughing thro1 the meadows green ; And birds are singing in the tall, green woods; While he, whose soul is bursting with sweet songs, Tines cheerless in his songless prison tomb”— life will be no longer worth battling for, and the angel of mercy will soon call at his dungeon doors and cry “ Open.” “ There is a realm where souls are free, And tyrants taint not nature’s bliss ; If death the opening to that bright land be, Why would you live enslaved in this ?” Burke is reported dying, and Duffy is expected to die at any moment. What a strange coincidence ! if two such souls should bust their bonds together. Duffy’s speech is, in many respects, superior to Burke’s; and in one respect the most valuable to the Irish people, if they will listen to the warning voice which he raised ere the prison doors closed upon him forever. He has fixed the guilt of treachery on Stephens so firmly that no power on. earth can wash him clean again. We expected this as soon as we heard of Duffy’s second arrest and trial. We had seen a letter of his at the Head Quarters of the Fenian Brotherhood, pre vious to his second arrest, wherein he accused Stephens of complicity with the British Govern ment; and affirmed that he (Stephens) had trapped all the leading men in Ireland, and had them arrested and convicted. He also alleged that Stephens dared not go to Ireland, for the organiza tion there would not suffer him to exist. This letter could not have been published at the time as it would involve Duffy; hut now as the Government has done its worst the parties who received this letter should publish it. Hear what Duffy says, you who compose the Fenian Brotherhood, forit is to you he speaks, and not “ why sentence of death should not be i pronounced.” Edward Duffy, who appears to be in the last stage of con sumption, spoke with much difficulty and in such a low tone of voice that the greater part of his observations were un heard. He said—The Attorney General has made a wanton attack on me, but I leave my countrymen to judge between us. There is no particular act of mine that I regret. I have la bored earnestly and sincerely in my country’s cause, and I have acted throughout from a strong sense of duty. I believe that a man’s duty to his country is part of his duty to his God, for it is Ho who implants the feeling of patriotism in the human heart. The Great Searcher of Hearts knows that I have been actuated by no mean or paltry ambition—that I have never sought for" any selfish end. For the late outbreak I declare that I am not responsible. I did all in my power to check it, knowing from the present circumstances which were in exist ence, that it would be a failure. It has been stated in the course of the. trial that Stephens was for peace. That is a mistake, and it may be well that it should not be left uncontradicted. It is but too well known in Ireland that he sent over numbers of men here to fight, promising to be with them when the time would come. The time did come, but not Mr. Stephens. He remained in France to visit the Paris Exhibition. Well, it may be a very pleasant sight, but I would not be in his place now. He is a lost man—(here the prisoner struck the bar in front of him forcibly)—lost to honor— lost to country. Yes, this is the sentence pronounced by Edward j Duffy on the worst man Ireland has produced for three hundred years, and would be the sentence pronounced against him by all the other betrayed and trapped men who are pining in the dungeons. This is the sentence pronounced on Stephens by the man who can go to the headsman with the following immortal sentiments on his lips— The dream of m v life has been to die fighting for Ireland. The jury have doomed me to a more hideous, and painful, but not a less glorious death. I now bid farewell to my friends and to all who are dear to me—(here the prisoner spoke so feebly as to be almost inaudable.) I am proud to be considered worthy to suffer for my country, and when in the solitude of my lonely cell I'll not forget Ireland, and my con stant prayer will be that the God of Liberty may give her strength to shake off lutr chains, (the prisoner here sat down, evidently completely exhausted by the effort he had made.) After a pause, looking up towards the gallery, he said—I would not wish it to be considered that it is because of my position here that I am so prostrated. It is because I am not able to speak from the state of my chest. Oh great soul, to those who have known you there was no necessity for assuring them that, though your frame was prostrated, your spirit looked unawed on death. If there is anything that can convince the world of the justness of the cause of Ireland it is the sublimity of such men as Luby, Kickham, Dukfv, Burke, O’Leary and others. The history of the world has produced no grander characters than those, and a cause that has produced such men cannot fail. SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE. W. C., of New Orleans, on the Only Way to Free Ireland, New Orleans, June 1, 1867. To the Editors of the Irish Republic : I am happy to inform you that The Irish‘Re public has given full satisfaction to all the true Irishmen in this city who have been fortunate enough to read it. It is truly the best Irish na tional paper ever published in this country, and as its columns contain general information, I have no doubt that, ere long, it will find its wray into the houses of all true lovers of liberty. The Irish Republic will prove powerful in unit ing our countrymen, and there is no place in the world where it is more needed than in the Crescent City, for there is no other place in the world where Irishmen feel so much disposed to injure each oth er, and work against each other, in every possible manner. There are no Irish societies here, though several attempts have been made, from time to time, by a few patriotic yourtg men, to organize them. Failure was invariably the result, owing to a lack of unity, and want of confidence in each other. If our countrymen were only united, what a power they would be in this country; and how short a time it would take them to free Ireland, and drive forever from her shores the Saxon foe, whose tyrannical acts have crushed her children to the earth for nearly seven hundred years. We have a certain class of Irishmen in this coun try, (and not a few in New Orleans,) who, whilst they express a desire to see their native land free, cannot think of reading Tiie Irish Republic, be cause it promulgates the doctrine of freedom and equal rights to all men. The man who works for his own salvation, and fights to enslave his fellow' man, (be he black or white,) is not worthy of his own freedom, and should be allowed no voice in this country, nor in the Irish Republic, which President Roberts is about to establish. There is another class of Irish men here, who believe in the O’Connell doctrine, and consider the Fenians perfect fools for attempt ing to liberate Ireland by the sword. They say that England is too powerful, and that all our efforts will surely prove futile. I have no hesitation in saying, and I say it bold ly, that such men are more injurious to our holy cause, than all the Eritish spies and red-coats that her gracious (or graceless) Majesty could hurl against us. They are, in fact, worse than rattle snakes, trying to poison our best efforts towards the 1o have taken an interest in the Fenian , and studied its workings, could not how worthless men were pushed into men of merit were left in obscurity, the Brotherhood in Ireland believed ’Mahony was the greatest revolutionist imes, and, next to Stephens—the non \ looked upon as the greatest man of our On the other hand, the Brotherhood looked upon the great unknown, called n,” as the man at whose bidding the urope were to crumble before the march d millions, and we who found out, on mtion, that our god, Mahony, was but ay, into whose nostrils the Lord had blow the breath of rational life, turned ine in disgust to bend at another which three thousand miles away, tainly was some excuse for the men of ing the name of the chief on their ban 50 for us in placing the name of “ the ours. There were two organizations and never before knew—one in Ireland, A'y’ We believed that Stephens ; they believed that O’Mahony „ar of this. How could it be other communications could be had with lie organizations, unless through the ed viper, John and James; and though and distrusted each other, and were r on speaking terms, yet, for their own mdizement, they were publicly Broth