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The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, June 22, 1867, Image 9

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earth, and, above all the rest, that one which has
left them outcasts and wanderers without a country
or a home.
Let us only find men who can rise to the level of
our mighty and majestic undertaking—men who
are true to Ireland and Liberty—and let the Irish
race in America support them as they ought to be
supported, and the great power of America will
henceforth be wielded, not to shield the hoary and
blood-stained tyrannies of Europe, but, once and
forever,to rid the world of their accursed existence.
The late war, which blotted slavery out of the
American constitution, and wrote “ universal liber
erty” forever on the flag of the Republic, was the
greatest the world ever saw.
Our gallant countrymen—true rather to the in
stincts which God had given them, than to the
false principles which bad men had attempted to
infuse—entered into the contest with the usual en
thusiasm of their nature and of their race. The
consequence is that, at this moment, there are not
ranch less than 300,000 veteran Irish-American sol
diers within the bounds of these United States.
At all events there are, t.o an absolute certainty,
more than 200,000 of them.
These men are no mere “ feather-bed soldiers.”
They are inured to war, every man of them—to
the toils and dangers of the march, and of the
camp, and of the battle. They have seen all these
things with their own eyes, handled them with their
own hands, studied them with their own minds.
They know all about them. And they constitute at
least two-fehirds of the military force of the Fenian
Brotherhood. Nor is it too much to say that
against 50,000 of such men, or even against half
the number, the “loyal Canadian Militia,” and the
three, or the ten, regiments of British “ regulars”
in Canada, would possibly attempt to make as much
resistance as would save their “ honor”—blessed be
the mark. After which they would be sent as a
present to their very rational, and temperate, and
chaste, and “sovereign lady Queen Victoria.”
Are the Neutrality Laws in the way? They
have already been repealed by the ruling power of
th3 American government, the House of Represen
tatives. And if certain English-American flunkies,
such as Sumnek, and Reverdy Johnson, have ar
rested the process of their demolition—and ' so
proved themselves as false to liberty as they are
loyal to England—and if the present American
Executive has shown itself the pliant tool of the
same truculent power, we have this consolation
that the great American people, if properly ap
pealed to, and the great Irish people of America,
if they will only do their duty to themselves and
to their country, will very soon set all these things
right. For Senate, and President, and Secretaries
of State must be taught the salutary lesson that
they hre not the tools of England but the servants
of America. We shall continue, and, if possible
conclude, the consideration of these topics in our
next issue.
-Cl^lt
Irish Emigration—Can it be Turned to
Good Account?
Emigration from Ireland still continues. Every
vessel that leaves a British or Irish port is crowded
with Irish passengers. Our native land is bleeding
to death, a hundred veins are opened, and from
everyone of them flows out her life. Very soon,
at the present rate of depletion, the country will be
drained of the flower of her young men and women,
and the whole island become a waste.
This is very sad to contemplate. We do not
want the’land of our birth to become a wilderness.
We would like to see, at least the bulk of the race
still clinging to the spot that is so dear to them by
all the hallowed associations of the past; but the
question is, how can the evil be, if not prevented,
at all events mitigated ? In our humble opinion it
cannot be prevented. The Irish people will emi
grate, and will continue to emigrate, until their1
country is free. No commercial depression, no
temporary dullness of times that can by any possi
bility occur in America will ever seriously affect
the exodus of the Irish people. This country is
too large, and its resources too great, ever to make
it an undesirable home for, at least, an oppressed
people such as our countrymen at home, unfortu
tately, are.
The question then naturally arises is, what is
best then to be done, seeing that it is utterly be
yond our power to put a stop to emigration, or
to persuade our people to stay at home, and wait
patiently for that “better day” which assuredly is
not and cannot be very far off?
There can be but one answer to this ;—let us
make the most of emigration, let us try to turn an
apparent evil into a real good, let us make the
New Ireland the stand-point, the base, from which
the Old Ireland shall be made free!
But many may ask, is this possible? If it is not
possible then nothing is possible. The Irish race
on this continent cannot be less than from eight to
ten millions ; the Irish element in America is about
one third of the entire population. It is debarred
by no difference in language, or moral defect,
from rising to political power ; and the free institu
tions of America give it the most happy opportunity
for exerting this power. There is in fact no posi
tion in America from which men of Irish race are
debarred by the slightest disability.
But there is another phase of the question even
more bright. However the American people may
differ as to matters connected with home politics,
the entire American population, almost without ex
ception, is inimical and hostile to English institu
tions and English power and influence on this Con
tinent. It would take but a slight pressure to ren
der the relations of this country and England such
that war would be the inevitable result. In plain
language, the Irish in America, were they only
united, have the absolute power to make England
fight,—to pull down her blood-stained banner from
the remotest corner of this Continent, and to place
the starry flag of their adopted land over every
fort and battlement from the Great Lakes to the
farthest island of the Polar Sea.
Let us bear in mind that at home, for the present,
we can do nothing. It is HERE the work must be
first done. It is here England fears us. It is here
she has been trying to divide us, and with what
success we know too well.
We can, with these ideas, forever before us, look
on the vast emigration from Ireland as a blessing.
In every emigrant ship that lands we can at least
count on the receipt of a hundred or two hundred
additional soldiers to the mighty host already here;
and although there are thousands of miles between
us and our country, we know that we can do more
for her deliverance here than ever we could at
home; and that with the increase of our numbers
and power in America the chances of soon being
able- to free Ireland become every day stronger and
stronger.
Working Girls,
As nations advance in civilization woman be
comes more respected in the State. As the mer
cury in the thermometer rises beneath the warmth
of the sun, so woman, beneath the light of civili
zation, rises in dignity and respect. The savage,
with his crude and misty ideas of right and wrong,
looks upon woman as an accommodation, supplied
to him by the Great Spirit, to plant the corn, chop
the wood, and cower in the corner of his wigwam
before her chief.
As we ascend the scale we find the tyranny of
man to, what he is pleased to call, the weaker vessel,
becoming less burdensome, until we come to wo
man’s land of promise, the United States* where
she has almost broken the last link in the chain of
servitude that has bound her beneath the feet of
creation’s lord.
There is no country where woman is so general
ly respected, and treated so gallantly, as in Amer
ica. In the older nations there may be classes
where woman is treated with more Court etiquette;
but when we once get outside these classes, womau
becomes the accommodation again, for planting the
com and suffering from the general rudeness.
When civilization will reach perfection there will
be no suffering in the State. Until it does reach
perfection, we must expect to find tne weak tram
pled on by the strong. That there is suffering in
these United States, notwithstanding the advanced
position in true civilization, which is general happi
ness—cannot be denied. Notwithstanding, also,
that woman occupies a more pleasant and enviable
position in the favored land than has been accorded
to her in any other nation, still there are women
even here suffering and pining beneath the weight
of a heartless system. ’Tis true that they are not
trampled into the dust beneath the moccasin of the
Indian, or the Yorkshire clog, but they are pressed,
slowly and unrelentingly, by our incomplete Chris
tian civilization without exciting that general hor
ror which woman’s condition beneath the iron heel
of barbarism excites.
The class known as the “ working girls” in our
midst is an illustration of our text. Were those
“working girls” in Borioboolagha some Reverend
Missionary would excite the country with their suf
ferings, and the injustice of the system that pales
their cheeks and makes them prematurely old; and
the Christian ladies in every household in the land
would weep over their sad lot. But being some of
their own flesh and blood, and suffering at then
very doors, there is no romance in coming to their
relief. Take the girls who work in the stores for
three or four dollars a week, Avho walk beneath
the summer sun, and through the biting winds of
winter, and work their long and weary hours for
their miserable pittance. Many have parents to sup
port, and after returning to their cheerless homes
from their daily toil must work for themselves un
til the midnight bells chime sad and lonely on then
weary souls, like the requiem of their happy days.
What wonder that so many choose the road to ruin
to escape the slow torture of a life of ill-remune
rated labor.
Talk of the heroism and the strength of those
who live in luxury, and resist the voice of the
tempter. Talk of the courage that faces death on
the battle-field! knowing that fame will trumpet
its deeds to the four winds. But the real heroines,
unhonored and unsung, are those pale-faced, hum
bly-dressed working girls, who wear out their lives
in dingy shops, blanching their cheeks and seam
ing their brows, and all for what?—To keep the
whiteness of their souls! And how does the world
reward them for their heroism? By showing more
respect to vice, when well-apparelled, than to virtue
plainly clad !
Go into your street cars, public places of amuse
ments, or any other resorts where fashion most does
congregate, see that pale, genteel girl, dressed in
calico. She has worked ten or twelve hours, and
is weary. She looks half ashamed, for there are no
sympathetic looks for her. She stands, of course,
for not one of the two dozen well dressed gents (?)
who are not gentlemen, will rise because they have
no respect for honest poverty, she is not a lady for
she is not dressed in silks and, therefore, she can
stand. Soon there comes a lady into the car—
she must be a lady for she is highly
ornamented. Velvet, lace, diamonds and paint,
all speak for her. Her countenance has as
sumed that bold voluptuous expression that vice
stamps on the faces of her votaries. A dozen
gents, who are not gentlemen, rise to give her a seat,
and feel happy when she bestows that smile
upon them which has been bestowed on the com
monest ruffian of the pave. There is not a man
who rises to give her a seat but knows in his soul
that her finery was purchased at the expense of
what should be the brightest jewel in the crown of
woman.
What must our working girl think and feel when
she sees the world thus paying homage to vice and

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