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of the Irish Republic—the holiest that ever saint or
patriot prayed or fought for. Marshal your ranks for
the conflict; and on your march to victory, let no danger
arrest your progress. If “ Cardinals’ hats and civic
robes gleam in the ranks of the enemy let them pci ish
with shattered scepter and blazing throne. We have
been cajoled too long—and the holiest mission we can
engage in, is the effort to make Ireland a laud fit for a
free people to ^inhabit. After we have accomplished
this it will be full time enough to look after other peo
ple’s souls. As it is, we arc a rather poor set of mis
sionaries to effect anything worth while, for our own or
any other nation’s eternal well-being. The day that
witnesses 50,000 Irish soldiers in line of battle, on the
onemy’s soil, will witness the fulfillment of our exiled
mission. For this we have congregated here—six mil
lions of people—with 200,000 veteran soldiers. Ireland
asks for 50,000 with breach-loading rifles in their hands.
Must she ask in vain / In the days of fearsficld and
Lord Clare, she looked for the “ Wild Geese ” to return.
We are the “ Wild Geese ” of to-day. But here, on
Freedom’s soil, we have acquired the strength and dar
ing of the eagle. Let us, for once, use that strength
for Ireland. Thus [shall we spread the Faith, and
thus erect a temple on Irish land, where all men of all
faiths may meet and live as brothers and freemen.
The Devil Counseling his Dupes.
So long have the leaders of the self-styled Democracy
held a portion of our people in leading strings, whipping
them here and there like pack-horses, that at last every
sorry scribbler who hoists his filthy rag at the head of
a (so-called) Democratic journal, imagines himself the
autocratic commander of the Irish people. The follow
ing notice, from a paper called the Milwaukee News, is
a fair sample of the insulting stuff given, in the shape
of “ medicinal advice,” by those quacks who have poi
soned our people heretofore :
“The Irish Republic.”—A newspaper by this title has
been started in Chicago by radical leaders, in the probable
expectation that it will influence the Irish-born electors of
the northwest to support a worse despotism in the United
States than that which curses Ireland. A considerable effort
is being made to circulate this paper in Milwaukee, and
many are induced by its title to suppose that it is devoted to
Irish nationality. No one should be deceived as to the char
acter and object of the paper.
We give this, in order to show to our countrymen,
and to all lovers of liberty, the meanness of those men
who, having no power to help themselves, and conse
quently being wholly unable, even if they had the in
clination, to assist Ireland, would drag us down into that
political perdition into which they are settling with such
bad grace. We have hoisted “Universal Liberty” at
our masthead, and at once those things look on us as
their enemies. We have said that the men or parties
who are not willing to assist Ireland to establish a Re
publican form of government, cannot be true to the
American Government, or to the cause of liberty any
where ; and at once those wretched copperhead creatures
begin to squirm and hiss and spit at us the poison of
their serpent natures, which are alike u rebel ” to the
laws of God and the best interests of man.
They declare that, because we advocate the rights of
all people to liberty and independence, we must be their
enemies. Well, .they know best whether Tiie Irish
Republic, with a Green Flag at its mast-head, on which
is inscribed “ Liberty tor all Men,” is a privateer
preying on their slave crafts or not. All we have to
say is, that we are in for the establishment of a Repub
lic on Irish soil, and that we are also willing to assist
any struggling people to rise and demolish all sorts of
tyranny. If, as those papers seem to imply, the old
Democratic hulk drifts across our bows, and endeavors,
for any purpose of its own, to change our course, we
will run them down, as we would any other accursed
pirate that sails in the same Blave trade.
We do not know what our countrymen in Milwaukee
may think about the advice of thiB disinterested (?)
friend of theirs; but we can assure the News, and all
other pro-slavery blotting sheets, that they cannot drag
the Irish people through the hell of their political infa
my any longer. The Democratic party had used the
Irish people so long, and laughed at them so often, that
they began to think they could use them for their pack
horses forever, on whose shoulders every ignorant nnd
unprincipled ruffian could ride into office.
When our people begin to compare the present with
the past, and remember the old masters of the Demo
cratic ship—Jefferson and Jackson—they will at once
see that the present Johnsonian skippers arc but rats ;
and the Irish people are invited on board that these same
rats may pick their bones. We care not who is pleased
or displeased, we have started out with Liberty on our
Green Banner, and we will not regulate our ideas of the
duty which we owe to our country and our kind to suit
any party of political plunderers, who, after vainly en
deavoring to murder freedom in their own country, con
tinue to exert their evil energies to bar its spread into
those hapless lands which still quiver boneath the heels
of tyrants.
. SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE.
Wild Egerton in Europe.
LETTER VI.
Baden-Baden, Germany, August 3, 1867.
Coming on in the wake of the Grand Duke and Duchess
of Baden, (who in company with about half the sovereigns of
Europe, had been present at the distribution of Exposition
prizes at Paris,) we stopped over at Strasbourg, on thfc borders
of France, for a look at that famous cathedral—higher than
the highest pyramid at Cairo—which contains the wonderful
clock of the world. A letter’s narrow limits would not hold
even a sketch of this marvel of mechanism, which for three
hundred years has been the admiration of Christendom. The
fame of its crowing cock and midday procession of apostles
need not be dwelt upon at present; but it is stated for a fact
that the inventor had his eyes put out by a barbarous decree,
to prevent the construction of any similar work. This is how
Strasbourg comes to have the oidy clock of the kind, and
such was the gratitude of its early possessors, and such the
reward of genius.
As a cal m after a storm, or like peace after a battle, came the
tranquillity of Oarhruhe after the whirl and excitement of Paris
life. Here we made a halt of many days, enjoying the charming
hospitality of a lady, whose husband is an honored citizen of
Chicago, and the head of one of your most useful and emin
ent colleges of learning. The faithful and accomplished wife
and mother is cheerfully enduring a protracted, self-imposed
exile from home and country to superintend the education of
her sons, four of whom are becoming finished scholars under
the most accomplished teachers of Europe. We refrain as
much as possible from detailed descriptions of the towns,
cities and standard “sights” which are encountered along
our continental wanderings, because they have been written
of so often that the story lias grown stale, and even the un
traveled world of America is familiar with all objects of
interest which lie so thickly along the beaten paths of the
continent. Sketches in brief, of incidents and events, the
untold peculiarities of peoples and individuals, a record of
personal adventures, and the picture of characteristic pil
grims, make up ■well nigh all that our task demands. But it
is sometimes hard to steer entirely clear of the province of
the guide books and pass over in silence the impressive and
suggestive features of courts and capitals. Especially diffi
cult is it to refrain from a full length portrait of Garlsruhe,
(Charles’ rest,) when we recall the splendor and brilliancy of
the Grand Duke’s court, here held, the neat but striking uni
forms of his handsome, Saxon-looking soldiers, (who receive
six cents a day for their services,) the odd ugliness of the city’s
ancient quarters, and the surpassing beauty of its more
modern portions. We were fortunately located in the latter,
occupying a large breezy apartment of Madame D--’s
lodgings, which gave us a look out through the vast marble
arches of a grand colonade upon the lovely little park of
Friedrich Flatz. In this delightful retreat, with the weather
unchangeably charming, the people respectfully attentive,
the scenery incomparable, and the’deep quiet scarcely broken,
excepting with strains of Bweetest music from the Duke’s
band at the palace, or a student’s chorus in the street, we
dreamed away so many happy days, that the recollection of
them is a lasting joy, and learned to realize why this bright
garden of the Rhine’s green valley has been called the “ Par
adise of Germany.”
With the classic Rhine flowing beside us, and such points
of interest as Heidelburg, Trefels, Stuttgart, Wildbad, and
the Black Forest in close proximity, you can fancy, possibly,
the many ruined castles we explored, and the magnificent
romantic Bcenery we wandered through in our excursions.
Words cannot tell the joys of the enchanting regions, and if
they could, we have not space to write them. Hereafter, they
may form the basis of some reminiscences for publication;
but we know not u/*cn. The old gentleman of Chicago who
favored us with a button-hole buzz previous to our departure,
and urged us pathetically to abstain from writing about the
big bugs (nobility) of Europe, and confine our observations to
the people, will hardly care to learn that the Grand Duke and
Duchess of Baden have a profound admiration for America,
and are invariably extremely polite to Americans; nor will
he be likely to thank us for the information that the Prin
cess Wilhelm—wife of the Grand Duke’s brother and a
niece of the Russian Emperor—is enthusiastic on the sub
ject of our country, and often exclaims with sincere emotion :
“ 1 do so love and respect a people who are able to govern
themselves I” But we hope these lines will reach the eyes
of some kind readers, less severely democratic than our old ,
Chicago friend, who will be glad to hear of such disinterested
royal tributes to their nation’s greatness and intelligence.
For these appreciative patrons of our story the items are
inserted, though it certainly is not our custom or our inclin
ation to dwell upon the doings or the sayings of the great
to any material exclusion of humbler matters possessing equal
interest. But at last we bade good by to beautiful Cctrlst'uhe,
with its old tiled roofs, (descending in a steep slope almost to
the pavement, and so low down that one must bend to enter
below their eaves,) with its homely and ill-shaped dwellings ,
on one side, its bright, cheerful, French villas on another, its
lovely gardens everywhere, and the bloom and freshness of a
gentle summer glorifying all things. And here wc are, at
last, in the legend haunted, mountain-guarded town of Buden
Baden. You know it, perhaps, as the Saratoga of Europe,
tho great fashionable watering placo of Germany. It is all
this and something more. It is the grand gambling hell of
the world. Its architecture resembles that of Paris; and,
indeed, it is a sort of miniature Paris squeezed in among the
hills on which tho mighty warriors of ancient Rome once
fought and conquered. Through most of the year it slumbers
in loveliness and loneliness; but tho summer swells its popu
lation from six thousand to near fifty thousand, and then
with hot, health-giving springs gushing up in its midst, a
broad Btream of crystal water murmuring through it joyously,
and the ruined castle of Hobenbaden (built a thousand years
ago,) frowning down upon it from the edge of the Black
Forest, it gives way to the wildest revels in which mankind
indulge. The hotels are splendid and the prices moderate.
The air of the valley is pure and fresh, and its scenery is not
surpassed, even in Switzerland. The waters are famed for
their virtues, and were known to the Romans centuries since,
as possessing wondrous healing powers. The throng of
visitors are not all invalids, however, and represent every
title knowrn to the court journals of this hemisphere, giving
a tone and brilliancy to society here, which no single capital
of Europe ever equals. The crooked, narrow little streets of
Baden-Baden have an ancient, picturesque air, something
like certain portions of the Quartier Latin, relieved from
homeliness by an elaboration of ornament and a showy style
of architecture which belong to itself alone. Then, as a relief
and contrast, you come occasionally upon a broad, gently
sloping avenue, with two rows of stately trees and a prom
enade, gracefully shaded thereby, through the center; and
wherever you may be, in the labyrinthine windings of this
classic city, it is only necessary to lift one’s eyes heavenward
to behold a picture of grandeur and beauty unrivaled. Just
above the tallest roofs and church spires, hangs the Duke’s
chateau, or New Schloss—so called because it is only four
hundred years old—showing its wandering, irregular outline
against the dark mountain side, and thrusting many a turret,
tower and gable up towards the clouds. It rests, as it were, 4
on a shelf against steep rocks and somber pines, and contains
many pictures, curious tapestries, dungeons, and instruments
of torture which we have not yet been able to examine. A
secret passage is said to lead from this medley of connected
buildings to the ruin of Hobenbaden, which is high above it
on a sort of cliff, and stands out with imposing effect from
the edge of the Black Forest. This, too, we have yet to
explore, for the scene as viewed from an opposite hill, where
stands a little Greek chapel, of exquisite finish without and
within, has thus far enchanted our senses to satisfaction ; but
we have an excursion planned to the ruins of Ebersteinburg,
and the winding mountain road thither leads us past the
summer palace or chateau and the older castle, which was a
royal residence previous to the fifteenth century. This will
give us a taste of the mysterious and romantic, of which you
shall have the benefit hereafter. To most visitors, however,
the vast and palatial gambling establishment, known as a
Conversation, is the fascinating center of attraction. Its his
tory is one of strangely blended splendor and sorrow, for while
some of the gayest scenes of European social life are enacted
within its limits, here also many a proud, bright being has
madly trifled away both health and fortune, and been pushed
relentlessly over the verge of despair to find dishonor in the
grave of a suicide. The intoxication of gaming seizes on
the old and young alike, and the father and son, mother and
daughter, sick and well, lofty and lowly, priest and infidel,
gather daily and nightly under the gilded ceilings of thiB
fashionable hell, and plunge into its excitements with perfect
recklessness. The freshness of youth grows haggard, the eye
of beauty grows dim, and the hands of strong men speedily
become as shaky as the fingers of old age; but the game goes
on. It is infectious; and many a pure young woman who
approaches Baden-Baden with a horror of gambling finds
herself, in time, bending as eagerly as the most hardened
Binners over roulette or rouge el noir, and risking ler onns
with a flushed cheek and breathless expectation. The various
and ever vary ing faces of the players furnish the watcher with
an endless series of extraordinary pictures no gallery of art
affords; and pious people from America, who would shua a

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