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IRISH HEWS.
DISTRESS IN THE WEST.
The cry of famine still comes across the ocean from Ire
land. We find our excellent cotemporary, the Irishman of
Dublin, crowded with the responses of the people, to the
appeals of Father Lavelle and others, for money to save their
flocks. It is indeed cheering to find so much heart among
the workingmen of Ireland, England, and Scotland; while
there is such coldness and silence among those who feed
their hounds and horses to repletion, but let men die at their
doors for want of bread.
We notice that a few men in America are beginning to
move in the good work. One gentleman, the Rev. Janies
Ilenry, of St. Louis, has called a meeting. Will every Irish
priest in the land follow his example? Let it be done quickly,
if at all. Let not the money raised to give bread to the starv
ing be held back so long, that when it reaches Ireland it can
be only used for burying the corpses of those whom it should
have saved alive.
OPINIONS OF NATIONAL PRIESTS.
CATHOLIC EMANCIPATION A NATIONAL DISASTER.
To the Rev. Jeremiah Vaughan, P. P.
My Dear Father Vaughan : Ifyou feel surprised at my
applying to Lord Naas to come to the rescue of a famine
stricken people by some imperial intervention, I, on the
other hand, wonder somewhat that you have not better appre
ciated my motives.
I wrote to the Irish Chief Secretary, not, I confess, with
any hope of success, for I had not the slightest doubt but the
fact of my application would be the secret means of prevent
ing relief, were such even contemplated—but to leave on
record another and a newer instance of the neglect, contempt,
and complete disregard with which our unhappy people are
always treated by alien masters.
I distinctly notified to his lordship that I did not apply in
Jornui pauperis—that I applied as for a strict right, and that
the Government would be wanting in its primary duty if it
did not interpose. This you will see next week, when 1
publish the correspondence. In the meantime, I 'would not
have it gone abroad that I appeared as a suppliant before
heartless masters. I have often declared, and I now repeat
my declarations, that from praying and petitioning, from
crouching and sycophancy, no good can ever come to this
unhappy country. The American war it was that wrested
the first concession for centuries, not from her sense of justice,
but, from her fears. The eighty thousand volunteers, with
their cannon bearing the motto, “ Free Trade or -,” ob
tained independence. The French Revolution suggested fur
ther concessions still. The fear of an imminent civil war and
not the moral-force agitation of O’Connell, most disastrously
effected what is called Catholic Emancipation, but what lias
proved national disaster. Ever since we have been on our
knees, whining and praying, and our “ most humble ” ap
proaches are spurned with disdain, which the servile attitude
of unmanly slaves ever deserves.
With this knowledge, and the convictions resulting there
upon in my mind, I, to repeat it, addressed myself to Lord
Naas, not in the hope of being favorably heard, but in the
certainty, which is realized, of obtaining further illustration
for our fellow-countrymen and the world, of how Irishmen
are treated in their native soil. Yours, my dear Father
Vaughan, truly, Patrick Lavelle.
FREEDOM THE HANDMAID OF TRUE RELIGION.
Father Vaughan to Father Lavcllc.
My Dear Father Lavei.ue : During the four years of
famine, Ireland exported four quarters of grain for every one
quarter imported, and with speculators’ profits to the helpless
starving consumers.
Recollect during the whole time this heartless, blasphem
ous policy of the government in snatching food from the
hungry mouth was going on, the people were breathing the
odor of the grave and falling to the earth like autumn leaves.
Now, dear Father Lavelle, in the face of such things how
can you or I, or any man with a heart and honest convic
tions, be quiescent ?
It was not considered a crime for the great Augustin of Ire
land, and J. K. L., and his noble prototype the Bishop of
Hippo, to stand up boldly in vindicating the poor of Christ;
whilst for you and myself ’tis a crime. We are held in
derision by certain parties, and those men are deservedly
held up to the admiration of mankind ; not that we are equal
to go in their wake, but I am bold to say, we are as earnest
in the cause of the broken-hearted poor.
God knows at this hour, had I been satisfied that the poor
afllicted people of Ireland were well fed and clothed, and
secured from the iron heel of oppression, I would never be
known outside the limits of my parish as a nationalist or
patriot priest.
I advocate, as you do, nationality and freedom, because I believe
there can be no social happiness, no lasting prosperity, where there
is not freedom. 1 go the length of saying that freedom flings a
brilliant halo on religion, which loses half her beauty without such
an alliance.
Freedom imparls self-reliance, energy, and, consequently, susten
ance to a people, when slavery shrouds them in rags, ignorance, and
vice ; for, mind, there is more crime engendered, by grinding poverty
than all the combined evils afflicting humanity.
As a proof of this, see Father Vincent’s report of the Liver
pool prisoners, where it came out that out of 4,227 committed
to prison from the 1st of January, to 30th of September, 1804,
2,537 were poverty-stricken Irish. The picture drawn by the
eloquent philanthropic Bishop of Toronto is still more revolt
ing, when, after laying the statistical details of their impris
onment in the Canadian jails, he concludes by saying that
multitudes of the exiled broken-hearted children of Erinn
“ from Quebec to New Orleans were the pariahs of society.”
In the face, then, of such continuous revolting misrule,
evidenced by such facts, is it not sickening to hear men with
religion on their lips, tell the poor afllicted people of Ireland
not to protest against intolerable evils that are not willed but
condemned by God ?
Such was never the teaching of Doyle, Maginn, and your
great patriarch of the West,
Will you kindly convey to him the sincere expression of
my esteem and gratitude for coming to our relief in this
historic county on many a sore and trying occasion, and say
before the autumn passes I will have the great happiness of
visiting him as well as yourself.
Good-by, my dear Father Lavelle. Goon—nobly on—and
prosper. Yours, etc., Jeremiah Vaughan, P.P.
Rev. P. Lavelle.
DISCHARGE OF A FENIAN.
The Captain O’Brien mentioned below is, we believe, from
Troy, N. Y. He is a soldier and a gentleman, in the best sense
of both these terms, what, we are sorry to confess, could not
be said of all who went to Ireland as officers. That they
would all fight, their services in the American war is sufficient
guarantee* Their actions as citizens, however, in many
cases brought discredit on the Irish-American charac
ter. Captain O’Brien, by his bearing, whether before our
countrymen, or before the perjured English judges, won for
himself and for the Fenian cause, the respect of all true men.
His case shows up the hollowness of those who rule the desti
nies of America at present, more fully than any case that has
come before us. He served with distinguished honors through
the late war. He visited Ireland, and on mere suspicion was
arrested and incarcerated in a British dungeon. He has been
in prison for some eighteen months, without the shadow of an
accusation being brought against him. He has appealed to
those dead bodies, Seward and Johnson, time and again, as
an American citizen, to have them demand his liberation, or
force their English friends to try him. His appeals were in
vain ; and now after pining for eighteen months in prison, he
was to leave Ireland on conditions. Surely the Irish people
owe those men who lock the doors on their brothers in Ire
land, for it is the American officials, and not the English,
that do this ; and if they are true to Ireland and liberty, they
will give the administration such a rebuke that future officials
will not trifle with the right of citizenship:
Captain O’Brien, a young Irish American who had served
in the 88th Regiment, Meagher’s Brigade, through the greater
part of the American campaign with some distinction, left
Queenstown for New York by the Inman steamer. Captain
O’Brien, in the latter end of the year 1865, came over to this
country, as he alleged, for the benefit of his health, but the
Fenian excitement which arose caused his arrest as well as
every other Irish American, of whom there was any suspi
cion. He was detained for a short time and released, but by
the additional power placed in the hands of the authorities
in the suspension of the Habeas Corpus Act, Captain O’Brien
was again arrested and placed in prison under the Lord
Lieutenant’s warrant. His release after a few months’ con
finement was offered to him, provided that he would leave
the country, but he would not consent to the terms, prefer
ing to await the chance of the warrant under which he was
detained being removed, and be discharged unconditionally.
However, having suffered a long imprisonment, and probably
seeing no likelihood of being discharged on the terms he
would wish, he took his reWfc.se on the condition that he
would leave the country. He was taken on board the steamer
in charge of a Dublin policeman.—Examiner.
Arrests and trials for Fenianism still continue. General
Fariola, who was lately arrested, still denies that he is the
man. An Italian named Thomasini, who keeps a hotel in
Cork, it seems, has turned informer. He was looked upon as
being favorable to the cause; and many of our American
officers stopped at his house. IIow long he may have been
giving “comfort to the enemy” it is hard to say. It is get
ting to be pleasant amusement, this thing of turning informer
in Ireland. You are well paid and run no risks, unless some
old fishwomen catch you out of an evening. Oh, this pious,
revolutionary business is an exceedingly nice thing. It is.
It would be a sin, you know, to kill those vipers, and they
must get time to do penance. It was said that Stephens was
in his company, at, or near, the time of his arrest. General
Fariola and all others, must keep out of bad company.
TIIE CLERGY TRYING ON THE ENGLISH LIVERY-.
The Dublin Irishman says in regard to this new move of
“Trying on the livery,” that it is what some ill-natured
people will be tempted to exclaim when they hear of a cer
tain proceeding about to be adopted in the diocese of Kildare
and Leighlin. The popular clergy of the diocese are to be
compelled under pain of suspension, to rehearse before Mass
the peculiar prayer for the royal family. Now, we have no
objection whatever to anyone who likes praying for the
sovereign and family, but we may safely prophesy that if
this scheme be adopted the popular clergy will be popular
no longer. If the design is to give Fenianism a footing
in the diocese, it has been skillfully devised; but if the
idea is to make the people loyal, they have begun at the
wrong end. It -will only lessen the influence of the priest,
and alienate his flock, because they will look upon it that he
is bidding for State hire, as that subject has now been mooted,
and they will not believe in the sincerity of official prayers.
BISHOP MORI ARTY AND MAX.
A Requiem Mass for the soul of the late Emperor Maxi
milian was on Thursday sung at the Church of the Order
of St. John of Jerusalem, London, and it is no exaggera
tion to say that few more interesting and important occur
rences have recently taken place in the history of the
Church in England. The royal family of England, the royal
family of Italy, the diplomatic circle, the nobility of England
were all represented on this most mournful occasion. The
sermon preached by the Right Rev. Dr. Moriarty, President
of the Kingdom of Kerry Anti-National Plusquaw Eternal
Hot Gridiron Association, was listened to with wrapt attention,
and was a noble piece of public oratory, in every way worthy
of his lordship’s reputation, of his illustrious auditory, and
of him whose greatness and whose virtues it celebrated.
The Bishop, in mourning over the failure of that seed of
monarchy that was sown in Mexico, under such favorable
auspices and with such pious and godly intentions, says :
“IIow short a time has elapsed since he who stood on the
steps of the first imperial throne of the world, who was
adorned writh all the graces and accomplishments which
give splendor to rank, and by those virtues which are
oftener found in humbler stations, went forth amidst the
prayers and wishes of his own great people, and with the
universal acclaim of Europe to form an empire which should
be in the new world what his own loved Austria is in the
old—the home of honor, of justice and of true Christian civil
ization. We thought, that as the founder of anew dynasty he
would multiply the glories of his ancient and illustrious
house; we thought that he would repair the ruins with
which anarchy had covered a fair and fertile land; we hoped
that, under his patronage, and with the example of his
highly cultivated mind, science would rear her peaceful
scepter where brute force and successful fraud held sway; we
had hoped that a day might dawn when, master of the
nation’s destinies, he could restore to religion her desecrated
altars, and, following the glorious example of his imperial
brother, give to the Church that freedom which enables her
to save society and protect the crown. These were our hopes,
and for his ardent and enthusiastic spirit they were visions
all but realized. When we see him, after yielding up his
soul, still sustained by the arms of the cross which marked
the place of his execution, are we not reminded of that
holiest death, to which we all look for life? And in this
resemblance do we not find a pledge that to-day he will be
in Paradise with Him in whom he had trusted, and through
whom he hoped for salvation ?”
What of the six thousand Mexicans murdered in cold
blood? Have they not written with their hearts’blood their
objection to the holy prelate’s programme ? “ Oh, the divi
nity that doth hedge a king.” While the Bishop is preaching
over the fall of buccaneering empires the Irish peasantry,
each one of whom is as great in the sight of God as Maxim
ilian, are dying for bread. But let them die, they are used
to such things, and the Bishop is also used to seeing them
die. But it is not every day the world weeps over the smash
of a bran new empire, and the death of a bogus Emperor.
Let us, Irish slaves, assist the Bishop to weep. Having no
dead of our own, worthy of mark, and no cause of weeping
whatever, in Ireland, let us run across the channel, and in
the presence of all the crowned robbers of England and of
Europe, let us raise “ the uocful pillalu, och hone, ocli hone,
the devil’s youngest hope is dead.” Exeunt omnes, with the
episcopal benediction, pronounced by the Right Reverend
Fire Spitter of Kerry.
Garibaldi is at Sienna, where, it is said, lie is actively
engaged in renewing preparation for his movement on Rome.
The Mexican President Juarez has decreed that all who
served the Imperial army shall be deprived of the rights of
Mexican citizenship until rehabilitated by the general Gov
ernment—colonels to be imprisoned six years, lieutenant
colonels five years, and captains two years. All foreign
privates to be banished, and Imperial Generals and promin
ent civil officers to be tried for treason.
Immense efforts have been made to stave off the war which
is notoriously impending and inevitable between France and
Prussia. Both countries are evidently in that feverish state
which generally precedes the final and decisive attack. An
eminent member of the Corps Legislatif, M. Gamier Pages,
recently described the condition of France, in a powerful
speech, as extremely unpleasant. The fear of Avar Avith
Prussia, he said, rests like a nightmare upon all France; the
Bourse is feverish ; trades utterly stagnant; real estate finds
purchasers only with the greatest difficulty; merchants hesi
tate to replenish their stocks; the yards are idle. In spite
of the handshakings and grimaces of the Exhibition the
Avliole country is ill at case.
A Lady’s OriNiON of a Lady’s Man.—Mrs. Stephens, in
her monthly magazine, gives a certain class of men, the like
of whom are seen in every community, the benefit of her
opinion, which is as follows: “Our own private opinion on
the ‘lady’s man’ is, that he is thoroughly contemptible—a
sort of the life hardly worth thinking about—a nutshell with
the kernel withered up—a handful of foam drifting over the
wine of life, something not altogether unpleasant to the fancy,
but of no earthly use. A woman of sense would as soon be
put to sea in a man-of-war made of shingles, or take her
residence in a card house, as dream of attaching herself to a
lady-killer. Women worth the name are seldom deceived
into thinking our lady’s man the choicest specimen of his
sex. Whatever their ignorance may be, womanly intuition
must tell them that the men who live for a great object, and
whose spirits are so knit that they are able to encounter the
storms of life—men whose depth and warmth of feeling
resemble the powerful current of a mighty river, and not the
pebbles on its surface, who, if they love, are never smitten
by mere beauty A) f form or feature—that these men arc more
worthy even of occupying their thought in idle moments
than the fops and men about town with whose attentions they
amuse themselves. If we were to tell him this, he would
only laugh; he has no pride about him, although full of
vanity; and it matters not to him what wo may broadly affirm
or quietly insinuate. Soft and delicate though he be, he is
as impervious to ridicule as a hod-carrier, and as regard^
of honest contempt as a city alderman. Were and
him this article, he would take it to some soeia1 j{omage to
read it aloud in the most mellifluous voice “
liis own attractions.

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