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in the brightest sunshine, I note their deep and awful
shadow glooming on the land around; and when in the night I mark the fire glow with which it chases the clouds afar, and drives the darkness back, my thoughts go forth over a distance of four thousand years to the times when the Israelites * WENT OUT OF EGYPT. They had a deliverer, a prophet, and a priest, but there was no guide to their wandering way in the woful desert that lay broad between them and the Promised Land, when to lead them there came in their sight a token which was “ as a dark cloud by day” and “ as a pillar of fire by night.” No darker cloud ever gloomed in the face of any man who loves Ireland and her patriots, by day, than this jail which immures now men whose names are history. Within its walls, lying in hospital, is Thomas Burke, the Emmet of our time; and with him Edward Duffy, gentle and firm, is stretched near unto death. The daring M’Cafferty, the gallant M’Clure, and all their host of cavaliers, tenant its dungeons; and never cloud was darker between the eyes of a people and its hope than looms the prison that contains their best and bravest. But at night, when man’s thoughts go forth and claim their freedom, it shows like the pillar of light over the wanderers in the far eastern solitudes that led from Egypt to liberty, and our stricken hearts rise up as at a beacon which lifts its glory to be a lamp in our path, to gird ourselves up for the journey for the memory of the heroes and sufferers who have bequeathed us their example. NOT SCOTCnED even is the movement for revolution in Ireland. I never knew of more enthusiasm, real, tangible, and true, per vade all classes except those whom no class cares about. You cannot conceive, even by its effect upon yourselves, the influence which the manly bearing of the Fenian prisoners has produced amongst us. Those who never believed in the business, who never cared for its impulses, who never sympathized with it, begin to recognize its force and reality. They see that there must be devotion and zeal, and more than enthusiasm in its purposes, and iu those who maintain them. Just now, of course, from the activity of the police, there can be no very active organization here; but still there is organization going on quietly and surely. A distinguished leader in this city recently showed evidence to me of the power and influ ence of the movement here. ******* * * Another, whose alliance with the organisation would, if known, horrify our city of “ genteel dastards and bellowing slaves,” as much as if they were told the Governor of the Bank of Ireland was in it, and not only in it, but an active and powerful member. Things, in the words of the fallen Stephens after his arrest, go on “as usual,” although there is not very much sign of the proceeding. The truth is, there could not be, for just now in all Europe there is no city where espionage and the power of arbitrary imprisonment exist to such an extent. Our Government is a Government of detectives at present, and for the better success of that G overnment they carry about with them blank warrants, cut and dry, with which, when they suspect any man, they can trans fer him to jail forthwith during her Majesty’s pleasure and the suspension of the habeas corpus. We have heard of lettres de cachet when the Bastile throve and, triumphed, we have heard of the spy system of Fouche in France, and that which the Czar Nicholas developed and maintained in St. Petersburg and Warsaw; but I assert without fear of any contradiction, that there never was any system of espionage so dread, intolerable, or powerful as that which, through all Ireland, prevails at this moment; for the British lion is frightened exceed ingly, and not Lord Strathnairn, the commander-in-chief of the army in Ireland, nor his legionaries, nor his cap tains, can give the said lion comfort or assurance. For the maintenance of his rule in Ireland, our lord John Bull believes in the power of detectives more than iu his chariots and his horsejnen. JUGGLING THE JURY BOX. However, after these efficient supports to the Crown and Constitution, in the next rank come the sheriffs and sub-sheriffs. For the well being of her Majesty’s rule these officials are very valuable. They deprive the political prisoners in Ireland of the most remote chance of a trial by any men except loyal Cawtliolics, or the prejudiced partisans of Orangeism, or of the Govern ment. The dice were loaded for this game of Govern ment in Ireland, and of course the Government could win. At the present moment I venture to state that the said Government could, if it choose to arrest any Irishman, and bring him to trial, have him found guilty of any charge, from attacking a police barrack to that of compassing and imagining the death of the Queen. Packed juries, venal sheriffs, and easy verdicts, are the order of the day, and fill the convict jails rapidly. SERVING THEM RIGHT. The insolence of those special servants of the Crown informers and detectives is shown very vividly; but on a few evenings back it was punished in one instance. A detective went out to walk with two of those officers of English Government in Ireland, in the neighborhood of Clontarf, and the worthies went into a public house to regale themselves with a social glass. There were more respectable men there than themselves, and they peremptorily ordered the informers and their com panion out of the house. The informers gave some im pertinence and the detective attempted to arrest some of the party, who at once became exasperated, and beat very severely both the informers and detective. Not one of them have been since arrested, which no doubt causes sore grief to their mates and follows. SLAUGHTER OF THE PEOPLE. At Waterford a brutal and atrocious outrage has been perpetrated upon the people. Four of the men lately taken after landingfromthe ship, of which the journals have already informed you, were being conveyed to the jail at Waterford, when a large crowd gathered in the streets as they passed, as it is very usual to do. The statement made by the police is that a rescue was at tempted. I am not inclined to believe this story, but I think the police were simply acting in their usual inso lent manner, and most likely used the people roughly. The people retorted, and becoming exasperated, threw stones at the police, who fixed bayonets and charged the unarmed crowd. The consequences may be imagined. Two men were stabbed to death, one a fine young fellow who, it is proved, was not near the scene of the scuffle at all, and who was the only support of a widowed mother, and the other a man much respected, named Keenan, who leaves a wife and five orphans to mourn his loss. Be sides those, a considerable number of women and child ren have been wounded, all of which augurs bravely for the heroism of their armed assailants. SUMMING UP. I do not know whether you will think there is much news from Ireland in this mail, but at all events you have as much as there is. The Limerick Special Com mission, under the able auspeices of Judge Keogh, will turn in as many convicts for treason felony as the Gov ernment will require it to do. The judges will make each his extra five hundred pounds by it, and the Crown lawyers will reap their own harvest, and so the world will move in Ireland. The Dublin Commission stands adjourned to Friday next, but I do not expect to see any prisoners arraigned thereat. The informers have done their special work, and are to be paid for it as well as the judges. Cory don gets one thousand, not three thousand pounds, as has been stated, and one hundred a year for life. Massey, too, will be paid his blood money. I wonder where will they enjoy it. Will they go to New Zeland, where it is said Pierce Nagle lives, and spend the rest of their days in its peaceful glades ? How long will the world bear such rascals through the revo lution of its days, whilst Burke pines in “ the prison pens” of England, and Duffy dies in his cell ? I cannot tell, nor are there any can tell me; I only hope there will be better days for poor old Ireland. The Territory of the United States.—This territory was originally 820,080 square miles. By the purchase of Louisiana that area was doubled. By the acquisition of Florida, 66,900 square miles were added ; by that of Texas, 318,000; of Oregon, 308,052; and of other Mexican territory, 550,455. Russian America measures upwards of 400,000 square miles. The whole will make the area of the United States territory 3,500,000 square miles, with 24,000 miles of sea coast. The population of Russian America is 60,000, of whom 50,000 are Esquimeaux. The annual exports are 10,000 seal, 1,000 sea otter, 12,000 beaver, 2,500 land otter, fox and marten skins, and 12,000 sea-horse teeth. POETRY. Written for The Irish Republic. A Song for the Fourth of July. Oh, the Fleur-de-lis is not for me; Nor yet the Royal banner Of Hapsburg House “ ach nichts cum ’rous” May hail and “blizen” fan her. The Red Cross waves o’er knaves and slaves, So does the Russian leather; By Jakus cripes, the Stars and Stripes Are worth them all together. Chorus,—So, hip, hurroo, we’ll stick to you, Sweet Argent, Gules, and Azure; Beneath your sway there’s no Rent Day, Poorhouses, Jails, nor Saizure. Across the brine, ’tis mighty fine, If you’re a Duke or Duchess ; ’Tis passing strange how Rank can change To gold, whate’er it touches. But if a man on nature’s plan Has not the Star and Garter, He’d better be a Chimpanzee, Or dog unto a Tartar. Chorus,—So, hip, huroo, etc. Tlio’ God has set a coronet Of truth beneath your castor ; Still, everything, from Cur to King, Or Kaiser, is your master. And all their thrones are built of bones, Raised on the people’s ruin ; Whose hearts are feasts for all the beasts, From Leo Jack to Bruin. Chorus,—So, hip, huroo, etc. Oh, sWeet July the Fourth, I’m dry, From singing out your praises; And sending all, both great and small, Crown wearers into blazes. But I’ll fill up another cup, And mount the highest steeple ; I’ll clap my wings and damn all Kings, And crow “ long live the people.” Chorus,—So, hip, hurroo, etc. Don’t waste your prayers on Bulls and Bears, Nor Rags they call their Banners ; ’Tis guns and swords, not idle words, Alone can mend their manners. Yet, if one’s blood was thick as mud, The very sight enrages ; When ugly brutes fill keepers’ boots, And the People are in cages. Chorus,—So, hip, hurroo, etc. Now, when we see great Liberty, With the starry flag above her, Stretch forth her hand to our poor land, What can we do but love her ? Yes, countrymen, with sword and pen, We’re ready, should she need ’em ; While the Yankee Cock from Plymouth Rock Crows Universal Freedom. Chorus,—So, hip, hurroo, we’ll stick to you, Sweet Argent, Gules, and Azure ; Beneath whose sway there’s no Rent Day, Poorhouses, Jails, nor Saizure. $ 4 fc Written for tho Irish Republic. To the Irishmen of America—“Up ! up ! and Make You Ready for the Work We’ve got to do.” i. In you, Irish Americans, our latest hopes are set; You, you, alone can make our land a glorious nation yet. Oh! shrink not from the trial, though a stern one it must he; Would’st grudge your toil, your gold, your blood, for Ireland’s liberty ? Your tortured mother’s tearful eyes turn hopefully to you. Up I then, and make you ready for the work we’ve got to do. II. Have you no mem’ries of a home in tho green isle of our love, With friendship crowned, and peace, content—best blessings from above ?— Jso memories of a parting, and of wringing friendly hands, As you went to roam on stranger _ ways ; to live in stranger lands ? W ould’st thou rebuild that ruined home, those friends unite anew? Up ! up ! and make you ready for the work we’ve got to do. in. \\ e’ve been cajoled by promises, and falsely sounding words— Such things, you known, are cheaper far than bayonets, ball, and swords.