The Cross and the Shamrock

ed to return to his residence in the city. He had, as conductor, a green young Irishman, lately arrived, who felt almost inspired by the unusual luxury, presented for the first tim

Father O'Shane, who himself was once not less enthusiastic, and now not altogether insensible, to the cha

o you like this man

g I like better. What a fine time it would b

d of sport,

than eating bread and honey. I wonder if they would put you to jail or tr

y, I beli

ingly. "You don't tell

back, if you and your dog traverse yonder mountain from top to bottom, you need not be afra

one of these days, visit that old, grand mountain with the white head; and if there be a hare's for

poetical in your description of o

mit, causes them to look like gray locks; and, looking down on the smaller mountains on every side, they appear like his subjects or his sons, which, in time, are to gro

ill summer or autumn, and then how beautiful these ble

and country! No tyrants,

providence of individuals. In the very best regulated society there must, of

nds and storms to blow through them. The mountains are free to the huntsman; the very snow is free to blow and form itself into those bea

istened with

ings, the stucco work on the old Parliament House in College Green,-but I think I see work in these fantastic snow banks that beats them all hollow. And-glory be to God!-all this beauty, so dazzling, so chaste, was created by a storm,

asion of so much enjoyment to you, Murt

the house to catch at rain water for my dying mother, made his escape through it. A neighbor, who handed me a drink of water through a broken pane in a window, had his hand cut off by a stroke from the police sergeant's sabre. My poor mother died before the priest arrived. My oldest brother, seeing his mother dead, and that we had nothing now to guard, surrendered. We were all lodged in jail that night, and all our means were sold at auction. It was lucky for us we were put into jail; for, one week from that day, the landlord that was the cause of all our misery and of my mother's death was shot dead on the road from our farm to the town of Ennis. If we were out of jail, we would all have been accused of the cruel landlord's murder, and hanged; but we were, after one year in prison for the crime of de

nvying his growing influence in this country of his choice and adoption, receive him with open arms, and make him a participator with yourselves in the good things which you and your fathers have enjoyed for ages, and your claims to which are grounded on no better title than that of the emigrant; and which title is founded on the adventitious discovery of this continent by a Catholic and a foreigner, and on oppressions undergone by your fathers in their native lands. Wonder not, then, that the Iri

l these things were done. What, therefore, can be more ungrateful, if not more unjust, in the "nativists," than to attempt to rob the poor emigrant of the rewards of his labor and merit, in order that they may enjoy all the fruit of the latter's toil? This is the height of ingratitude and injustice; a far more glaring instance of both than that of the reputed forefathers of these "nativists" when they robbed the old Britons of their homes and of those liberties which they were hired to defend. What models of honesty, justice, and truth you are, most distinguished "nativists"! The foreigner built your house, after having first procured the site or the lot; they furnish the house with all useful, and necessary, and ornamental furniture; and these very emigrants are yet necessary to keep the house in order; and you come and threaten to turn them out, telling them you can now dispense with their services, an