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IS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
To the Public. red hundreds of letters containing money from erent parts of the country. It is needless to ese cases, the cash came safely to hand. ;o say that we have also received several let laining that money had been sent to this office, been taken of it, and the papers had not been led, therefore, to request our friends to send, ■ Postoffice orders or Bank Checks, and we actly understood, that if they choose to put istered letters, it must he at their own risk, for sponsible. -1 on ia, III—Writes us he is getting up a second irs, but so far has collected the money from (inasmuch as the other 8 subscribers are good ' he cannot have the 30 papers forwarded, on mnt collected up to this ? We answer, yes ! 30 copies forwarded for time equivalent to jmit us, provided your paid subscribers are an afterwards, in case the other subscribers eed, either stop the 8 papers by”paying for , and 50 cents additional on^their respective 3reby continuing their subscriptions to the or they can continue the whole or part until ribed is paid in papers, or you can have their our first club of 30, as you prefer. ^We will tapers equivalent to the amountj of remittan •ed. But the club rates of 30 will not be ex ly 4tb, prox. t Clubs will please make note of ■dingly. I To the Circles.of the F, B. received communications from several Circles in re tie establishment of Reading-Rooms for their mem jropose to assist such circles in this most necessary ar as lies in our power, believing, as we do, that an t people cannot be enslaved, nor a people who are not t become free. preparing a catalogue of books, suitable for Fenian which we will publish in a few days ; and which books * at wholesale prices. It is needless to say that :j ' ook on our catalogue that is not thoroughly n nean. u offer the following liberal inducements desirous ^ jpening Reading-Rooms. Parties will bear at thene terms are only for Circles, and not for individ 5 will send three copies of The Irisii Republic, one yhe Irish American, and one copy of The Fenian Vol circles, for one year, for $15—the entire suin being of The Irish Republic alone. 1 send three copies of The Irish Republic and two American weekly newspapers on the same terms—we to ourselves the right of selecting such American pa e most friendly to the cause of liberty and Ireland. ntion of Circles of the F. B. is called to the follow lg NOTICE : Head-Quarters Fenian Brotherhood, ) - v York, 10 W. 4th St., May 81, 1867. f ■ (official.) Parties remu ymoney to these Head-Quarters, will please Dftke the same payable to Patrick Keenan, Treasurer. ■ By order, | WILLIAM R. ROBERTS, President F. B Iichael J. Callinan, Ass’t Treas. F. B. One of the Fenians, New York, who writes to us to know if a lertain “lottery,” in the name of a Prize Conceit, which has ieen advertised for a long time in “the New York papers”— nd to which he has “subscribed to a considerable extent,” is 1 at any time to come off,” or, “ if it be a swindle ?”■—has most ikely been “ done" out of his money. We know nothing what ver of the parties he names, and in “ Lotteries,” and Prize loncerts,” from the Crosby Opera House to the crown of a himble that covers a pea, our faith is not as large as a grain of austard seed. If our good friend will not be offended at our we would advise him in future to select more worthy >r the investment of his funds. But most likely he will 3 • to us. The “ wise men” in America do not always o * om the east.” town ,Ohio—\our verses have the true spirit and ring n t ut they are hastily written. You can do better ; but tak The Bebuke of the Slave. i. No more let Erin’s flag be spread, O’er living slaves, unhonored dead, Nor let one hero’s blooO be shed To raise it from the earth. Let black gloom thicken o’er the land, The fell-destroyer’s sweeping brand, Grasped in a nerved, relentless hand, Still desolate with death. II. The homes of thankless toil be filled. The vales with pauper’s graves be swelled, The coward-serfs be ever held Bound in tyranny’s chain. To labor like the ox nor dare, The harvests of the soil to share; Nor even let too loud a prayer Be uttered in their pain. III. They will not fight for liberty, They pine and die among the free, They hug the bonds of slavery, The hands that smite them down. The lordly proud they bend before, Crowns and sceptres they adore, Bear the yoke because their father’s bore, Tremble at a tyrant’s frown. IV. They seem to think that God on high Made noble man to work and die, And writhe beneath the lash, nor cry, Against the oppressors power. That earth and air, and ocean’s sheen, Heaven's deep blue, and earth’s bright green,— All beauties that are felt or seen Are Royalty’s special dower? V. Then dastard slaves crouch low nor weep, Though your limbs be scored with lashes deep, Stand not, but fawn and lowly creep— Aye creep and crouch in fear. When proud patricians passeth bye, Say not a word, lift not an eye ; Disturb not with too deep a sigh The dignity that’s near. VI. The ancient glory of your name, Is blotted from the role of fame, And you’re ever doomed to live in shame, In shame among the free. Then dream no more of honor’s place, That’s not for the servile and the base— Not for the dastard, coward race, Content with slavery. Nashville, Tenn. J. M. One of the revolutionists who spilled some blood in Canada last June whilst fighting what he believed to be the battles of Ireland, wrote the above lines in Canandaigua, New York, some five or six weeks after the blood was drawn by her Ma jesty’s swift knights. It is easy to perceive that his soul was burning with the rancor of disappointment and that, knowing, from experience, how easy it then was to accomplish on this side of the Atlantic, all that the Fenian executive proposed to accomplish, he lays the whole blame of failure on the apathy and indifference of his countrymen. There is no poetry in the lines. It is owing to a belief of that kind that they are sent to you, they are merely so much prose cut into lengths con taining a vigorous thought or two tersely uttered. One ex treme produces another. Malignant detraction on tlje one side, and base flattery on the other, are the alternate arctics and torrids that vary the struggling existence of Irish nationalism, and by each of which, in turn, it is nearly brought to dissolu tion. We expect nothing but the roughest boreas from our enemies. For these we are prepared, but we lay our souls open to the apparently genial breezes of our friends until the harmony of liberty in them becomes faint, languid, discordant. “ Like the wind of the South o’er a summer lute blowing” it sweeps over our faculties in successive gusts ; and instead of infusing health it produces death. We need healthy puffs of criticism, not the wintry wind of enmity, nor the equally de leterous breathings of interested friendship—that like the sickly hot winds of the South carry decay and death on their wings ; but the life giving gales of spring that invigorate and beautify—that is, the honest council of real friends who are not deceived and will not deceive. Making allowance for poetical exaggeration and a bad temper there may be some truth contained in these raw lines, but there is no apology offered. If you “ prent ’em” let them go as they are, and let every one form his own notion of them and their author. You are not accountable except for your amiability, if you have so much, in giving them a place in your paper. Nashville, Tenn. J. M. Notice, The 2d part of our review of Ireland for the Irish, is unavoid ably held over till next number. ----<*•»-— The editor of the Foxtown Fusiliet* must be a very happy man about this time. In the last number he says—“ Postscript.— We stop the press with pleasure to announce the decease of our contemporary, Mr. Snaggs, editor of the Foxtown Hash. He has now gone to another and better world. 1 ersons who have taken the Flash will find the Fusilier a good paper.” The Boston Transcript says of a long list of the thieves of New York city, lately published in one of the papers of that city, that “ the incompleteness of the list may be guessed when we sav, that not one member of the city government is on it.” THE IRISH RgmiS ‘Liberty.-Her Friends Our Friends, Her Enemies Our Enemies,’ CHICAGO, ILL., JUNE 15, 1867. The Croaking of Cowards. Perhaps the very weakest part of the Irish nation al character lias been our peoples almost total de pendence on some foreign power to effect their lib eration. Somehow or other every peasant in Ireland believed for many a long day that the French were terribly troubled about the degraded position in which Ireland was placed, and, as a consequence of such dependence on others, the imaginative minds of the Irish easily believed the old woman or Shan Van Vocht when she crooned “ There are ships upon the say.” For over two hundred years this old woman, in various disguises, has been combing down the bump of self-esteem in our people, and teaching them this slave’s doctrine of looking without for that which must be developed within. So well had the old lady impressed the people with their own infe riority, and incapability for breaking their fetters, that they bent beneath their chains like docile slaves, wandering to the hills, and gazing out into the boundless ocean, straining their eyes to catch the gleam of that French fleet which, of course, never gladdened their hearts nor eyes. In addition to the advance guard that France was to send to free us there were several friendly reserves to be sent in good time by Spain, Portugal and, of course, in our latter years by America. So firm was the faith of the people in the coming of those deliver ers that they, at least, began to feel that their de liverance was the business alone of their foreign friends, and a matter in which they themselves had only a secondary interest. This Shan Van Vocht doctrine extended until the people believed that their own, or their coun try’s redemption was not worth the spilling of “ a drop” of Irish blood. Of course the French could come over and spill as much blood as was necessary to free our country; but then the French are a people so well used to spilling blood for (and against) liberty that they rather like it. Like bullocks they fatten by blood-letting. It is one of the most remarkable phases of hu manity that the more miserable and degraded a people become the more they fear death—albeit the change from their homes to their graves is hardly worth cowering at. This is more remarkable in a people who have been slowly degraded and who come to believe, at last, as they have been taught, that they were intended for persecution and mar tyrdom and misery. There are no persons in Ire land so much afraid of war as the inmates of poor houses. Next to those favored individuals come the recruits for the same institutions. The higher you go the less becomes the fear of death. But to return to the Shan Van Vocht, for alas she is once more crooning her hopeless melody, and wandering abroad among our people, pouring her slavish doctrine of submission into the soul of the nation. Fenianism had taken the old lady by the neck, and shoved her into the grave. It seems now that Fenianism did not heap enough of earth upon her, for, taking advantage of the late disasters to the or ganization, she has risen in the habiliments of death and, smarting under the castigation she re ceived from Fenian hands, she hobbles round croak ing “ I told you so”—“ You can’t free Ireland”— “England is too strong.” “Those fellows were cursed and couldn’t have luck.” “ Repent, confess yourselves, be good, subservient slaves, and sin no more,” and so on. It is strange how disaster brings out the most cruel and cowardly of your enemies, hor the last seven years the Fenian Brotherhood has been teaching the people self-reliance ; and undoing the