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‘APPEAL TOF AMERICANS.
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wealthy shcddies on the other—these tw
classes, each trying to conjare the: ruselves i im
to an aristocracy, to the exclusion of the only
people who sbonld, ina . epabiic be jentitid
to pre-eminence of posit people of the
best conduct and ighest telligen o—_these
things are Signs that America bas entered on
in the Listory of her devel-
opm ent. “She is passing through a period
of iavolation instend of evolution.
But sach involution can only be temporary;
Communism aud Feudalism, these two ex-
ma 80 oppressed to each other,
yet, in reality, calleach other into exiatence,
will die ont together, as twin relics of barbar-
im.
Meanwhile to the men and women who
form the backbone of this country— thos:
to the stern old political faith of
Milton and Hampden, of Patrick Henry and
George Washington—I ape! for exmpathy
‘or my prostrate country. n I look
jement and for neering words
to the meu are eondacting our life
and death siege inside and outside the
walls of Westminste:
Words are but Tittle to ask, but words rom
a power like America ‘resound all over the
world, and can plead, trumpet: Longue ior a
down- “trod den cause.
have read choriish ‘conde ‘ot ridicule ot narace
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stand in the anks ot hose who rail at us,
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agony “it be ended. “Nye kal bea free aut
Prosperous ation, for © road 0}
e have set our fe eet, we shall rot tnrn Sack.
oye ta st and believe, but in
some way or other we mean to wrest our
national autonomy from the grasp of the rob-
ber. Doubtless we skall then have sympathy
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and friendship gallore” extended to us, but
our gratitude and our love will’ be to thos
who have spoken kindly things to us now, or
greatest nation that has ever existed, it it re-
nses ue now the ensy favor of char.
itable sp NNY. Panseute
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MISS FANNY PARNELL.
N° vent in the history of the Land League
hae occasioned such wid
mand mespecte. death
1, who, sinee the begin=
felt serrow as the si
Miss Fanny Parnel
) ning of the present struggle, bas labored for
Tronside Mansion, near Bordentown, N.J., 0
the 20th inst., early in the afternoo eS the
morning she had taken a carriage and
eemed to bei in unsel oodvealth a and spirits
Mrs, Stewart, about ono o'clock, w her
Mow and ford her tying on her l bed
scious. and her heart tnbtiy sbeativg. Nes,
Pa
summoned, bat Saain,
died of paralysis of
time back Miss Parnell had been in a delicate
stato of health owing chiefly to her tirelessex-
of the Irish sufferers,
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toring her wasted strength. “ With her char-
acteristic zeal to utilize every incident for the
profit of her country, she pr oposed turning
this visit to account in connection with the
rish centennial movement, by initiating a
grand National fai in this city forthe bene-
f the Lan League. On Wednesday last,
eH of the Ladies’ Lan a
League of Worcester, ‘Mass., telegraphed to
re at Bordentown, N. J.,
asking her to appoi i 2
sa early day, to Pee came the following
reply:
Tom toill to ee any one, - Fas Panwent.
‘This was the first intimation that Miss Par-
nell was seriousl those present
when Miss Doherty read the felegeata ba aid:
“Miss Parnell has been an invalid for the
past year, bnt her declining to see any friend
ho asked for the pleasure isan exceedingly
bad sig
When the sad nes beonine public, count.
Jess messages of condolence and sympathy
came pouring in oa. ‘Ste Parnell froma al
parts of America, and cable despatches from
Burope, ‘The blow has, bee more
gevere to the venerable i
which occurred in Paris a couple of months
since. -
» Miss Fanny Parnell was the second of four
surviving daughters of John H. and Delia T.
ell, and wes born at Avondale,
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tion. Having returned home, she passed
pome years in the roomy qa house at Avon.
dale Manor. Tere, in the midst of the wild
and victorerne scenery of Wicklow and Wex-
fordl **wherp the eit i tuiek with lay and le-
gond,” she found mach to nurture not only
her poetic tompernment, but those national
ch have distinguished all her
As romantic as xn
on the edge of the deep vale in which the
Avon rushes on to meet the Avoca in the bo-
xom of that lovely vale, which Moore has im-
mortalized. [be house was surrounded by
noble trees, and from the lawn was
view of Castle Howard.
she spent her early years, where, says a
rapher, she was happier than her sister
Anne, because in her versification she had an
extra outlet for et auperabundaut energy,
whieh we Anna was a little troublesome.”
ong before her distinguised brother w:
own outside of his ow ighborhood, Miss
Fony Parnell had woited a wide reputation
her patriotism and tal
shortly after the foudation of the Irish
People in Dublin, the organ the Fenian
Brotherhood, she became a Sosteibutor to its
poetic columns, Here, under the signature
or ‘Aleria,” ee ore vent to ber patriotic
feelings, and b: armony of her verses
and the trath vat focling whieh ‘often pharae-
terized her poetry gained many an adm
If it should t be denied that she} bad a talent tor
poetry it must be confessed that she had
She tnd ore than @ perusal of her published
Land League wonge & and
that she: read m:
have kept their names on the rolls of fame a»
having snecess stally sealed the arnassian
nount. She was not an imitator, like many
an apprentice to ‘the trade, but strnck out new
paths for herself, even though she trod them
with the same gait as travelers on the beaten
It said, however, that her
poetry will be long popular, as mneh on a0.
count of is own taueiusic worth as because o!
fhe bame of the er.. Her ac’ hisvements
in Bong are perbaps a al the greater fort the ne
prote nsions way ii
before the public.
ume of pend Lei
lished, give no idea of the eh of love and
lori riotic ardor and heroic sentiment
—to be found by even the most enema careless
reader. In the exigences of
give but a few specimens of this precious Sit
tle volume. The following noble chaunt ad.
dressed to her countrymen at home is full of
power and ardor!
HOLD THE HARVEST.
Now are you mon, or are you kine, ye tillers of
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the soil?
Would you be free, or evermore, the rich man’s
cattle, toil?
‘The shadow on the dial hangs, that points the
fated hour,—
Now hold your own | or, brandod slaves, forever
cringe and ei
The serpent’s eurse upon you lies,—ye writhe
within the st,
Ye fill your moat with beggars’ swill, ye grovel
for a crust, |
theie blood-stained heels
upon your shametul bea
Yot they ‘are kind,—they | ‘eave you still their
tches fer your beads
Oh, by the God who made us ail,—the scignior
and the serf,—
Rise np! and swear this day to hold your own
srecn Irish tur
Rise up | ani plant your feet as men, where now
ou crawl as slaves,
And make your harvest fields your camps,—or
make of them your gra’
The birds of prey are hovering near, the val-
tures wheel and sw
“They come, tho coroneted! ‘ghouls, with drum-
Beat and with tro
They come, to fatten ou your flesh, your chil-
dren’s and your wi
Ye ae ‘oat oneo, hold faut Your lands, and if ye
ny You! live
Let g @ he renting emigrant,—not such as he
Let fo the luicro-loving wretch that fies his land
ior greed 5
Let not one coward stay to clog your manhood’s
Lot not one Brith pollute the Nation’s na-
tal hou:
Yea! let sho got—the caitiff rout, that shirk
uggle DO}
The! light that crowns your victory, shall scorch
cach recrean!
nd in the annals of y yOUF race, black paralléls in
y traitor’s and by spy’s, the base
deserter . ame.
Three hundred years your crops have sprung,
y murdered corpses fed,
Your famiebed sires, wean patehered sires, for
ghastly compos tupre ead ;
Ther bones have fertilized your fields, their
blood has fallin
They died that ye iene cat and live,—God!
have they died in vain?
The gellow corn starts blithely up,—ench fibre
a gra
Alone, forgot, in grinding pangs, their lives your
fathers gave,
They died that you, thoir sons,t might know,
there is no helper ni
Except for him, who, eave in fight, has eworn he
‘The howe lias struck, Fate holda the dice, wo
stand with bated Drea
Now who shall have our harvests fair?—"tin Lifo
lays with ath 5
Now who hall have our Motherland ?—’tis Right
t plays with Might ;
The pendant arm wore weak indeed, in such
unequal fight [
But Goa is ison the Peasant’s side,-the Goa tha that
loves the
His tingle stand with flaming ewcrds on every
mount and moor
They guard the poor man’s flocks and herds,
ey guard his ripening grai
The robbie sinks borleath their curso, beside his
© pallid serfs, whose groans and prayers have
wearied Heaven full lon}
Look up! there is a Law above, beyond all legal
wrong ;
Rise np! ithe answer to your prayer shall come,
re,
And ye shall hold your homesteads dear, and ye
shall reap the cor
But pone own Than hands praised to guard shall
e
And bold and stern, tne deci must be, that oath
and prayer shall ci
God only fights tor thea ‘lio fight,—then hush
the useless mo
nd get rout faces as a flint, and swear to Hold
‘ou
The following Deantiul and deserved trib-
as her pen @ Irish priests, who have
00 :
THE TRISH = PRIesnst
When. Freedom waved her mand at last
ore rejoie
With Nature 's thousand choral throats
Their “jubilates” yoicing,—
Sho cried—and every breozo was hushed,
every song suspe
“Come forth! O thou whose Patriot deeds
others have transcende
“Come forth, O bri
A glorious onstolla
And on thy brow this ‘neath shall crown
The savior of a nation |”
ightost form amidst
‘Then came the Warrior, dark and stern,
is heart's blood slowly oozing :—
*«1 died,” he said “for Erin’s sake,
‘The grave to bondage choosing.”
Bat still she wave her wand and cried,
“T ick and fleeting ;
Nor feels the heart the body's pangs,
war's fierce fever beating.
Then came the Statesman, calra, austere,
With scroll and tablet trighte
“T toiled,” he oats to build
A race regenerated,
‘Mid yelling foos T worked aud watched,
Suill pare of high trait
But Freedom eried, “My lowers would witt
pon thy head, Ambition !”
The Felon came, —with wasioa cheek,
tks on mangled back,
And tortured body clotting a
“Have 1.” he sighed, on thee no claim, -
my heart was bro
But Freedom whispored,-—* Ponce, dear child |
One greater yet ath. Spoken»
n Woman came, with Spartan eyes,—
TRE on rin bled fovea ken,
My prayers went up in so ret yet,
‘phat woon her sone might waken,
“And when the hour had struck, I gave
My darlings best and sweetest.”
Then Freedom emiled,— but still | she cried,
“Not thine the work complet.
“Behold the One ot all who e’er
‘This Jand from ruin shielde:
Who raised my banner still aloft,
When others fled or yielded, —
“Who. made vie dark Ge Gethsemane
fate his
An first. Devore all oluers
To drain her bitter cha ices ;
arrior too has bled,
‘ith the statesman toile:
And with the woman watched ad prayed
For home and land despoiled,—
ssed,
“Who with
“Let him stand forth, whoever bore
is country’s sorest burden !”
Then came t! be Priest, and on his brow
Bright Freedom’placed the guerdon.
The following poem, entitled “ The Utter-
ance of an Irish Heart,” is invested with a sad
interest, as being the last thet oa me from her
gifted pen. It was as writte condemuation
of the “‘ new departure,” or “ nationalization
of the land” scheme, and appeared in the
olumns of the New
fore her death:
What give our land to you, England ! »
What ab give our land to
Our ravaged land, whose every rood
Our patriots’ bones bestrew 3
Our blood-steeped land, our plundered land.
With seed of martyrs ‘sown,
York Sun shortly be-
at Freedom set apart,
er chi sen ba ttletiel
What! give her up to you, Eagan’,
Slave driver to the w
Whose flag tor murder ona for greed
_ Is evermore unfarled ;
Our r glorious land, our sacred land,
‘he land of m
Wipe out the ving, Biood-writ page
‘nat bears our hor AMOS 5
Let Emmet’ loncly ‘wombstone ‘walt
Tts epitap
And great O' Connell’ 8 broken heart
Now break for us again
“Thon you shall have 0 our land, 1, Euglana,
| you 8) shall have our necks,
and ith owe ungeatorna,
ve Wi
While ry Oy on oe r shores
The nation 8 "death kuoll tolls,
Now, well for us we kno’
The s pail
We thought wes you, iia England, held
6 scourge, the sword, the
Now well indeed the cloarer li i ht
Has dawned for us at last;
"Tis no} ight wove waited long,
The sunburst of the past
New suns eamed hot ‘of dispel
And clasping rotors’ “hands shall quench
ecrepit Freedom fires,
So you shall have our Jana, England,
And ‘mid torgotten
We'll squat and think how sweet a thing |
‘8 brotherhood for slaves |
The funeral of Miss Parnell took place from
the family mansion in Bordentown, the resi-
ate Commodore Stewart, aie
ed States e Ney at 11 0
day, Jul, following gent lemon Mens
invited at as palloearens representing the
nd Leagues :
yuna d League of America. dames J. Moon-
Buffalo, President; v.. Lawrence
Fase of Neterbury, Conn.. | Dewsuer John
Buffalo, Secretary.
“Parnel) Land League. —M. L. Gallagher,
President
Trish National Land League.—W.B. Wallace,
‘Also the following friends of the family:
L. J.R. Meikleham, great-grandson of Thomas
Hopkinson, a great-grandsor. of ‘op
kinson, also a signer of the Declaration of In-
lopende mond, Bu
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M. 0.5 ; Wendell Phillips and
Earnest Longfel
Tl ins were impaimed and Placed in in
the receiving.va in the Riverview Cem
tery, Trenton, N.
will
ange for a poblie foneral i in
York when the removal is i
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NOTES ON THE NEWS.
ane Arrears Bill passed its third reading in the
in
ass its second reading in the If
introduce amendments to the bill in committee. .
Propose ametdments will not touch the question ‘of .
sgift, Buti geal decisively with the other
portions of the as decided that the two fol-
lowing points of importance only should be pressed:
Application for dealing with arrears to be optional
for both lenalora and tenant and ihe tenant's right
of hoiding to be considered an
meaning of this is clear, the landlords are
Goteemined to accept the bill, as far as its advantages
row it 0
Compensation for Distarbance
Bill, but they will amend it out of existence in com-
ittee.
The proposed amendments, we are told, will not
touch the question of a loan or gift, Of course not.
‘The landlords are uot fools enough to refuse money
hen it is offered them,
w ‘The great majority of them
have no means of recovering the impossible rack- |
u
tenants are unal
landlords accordingly know, or at least think, that if
the Government advances this money to the tenants
it wlll be immediately handed over to themsclves,
and whether it be * loaned" to the teuants or given
asa “gift” makes no difference. But here their
opposition to the bill begins.
in the Honse of Commons, lust week, Gladstone
stated that Viscount Monck would be the Fourth
A single line in the Daily Press, of New York, was
devoted to the anti-Irish “riots” a few days
ago. Yet it is now revealed that these aon were not
riots at all, but a savage attack by the bratal Welch-
men on the Irish inhabitants of Tredsgar,in which the
in Jand disputes the reader may readily conceive. L
furniture ot the latter was smashed and tele owes
theis heads. Between thirty a ty
Ish families were driven out ot Tred
their number being une red and several wounded
maimed, Yet, the English tnd American press
did not give as much space to the savage and dis-
graceful occurrence as the: d to the arrest of a
ten-year-old child ,in roland for “intimidating” her
Majesty's big coustables wy whistling" Harvey
Duty”
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