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McCAFPERTY ON IRISH HISTORY O’Neill Historian Writes Interesting Letter on British Rule in Ireland. mentor frontier:—iou asa me xor an article on the past and present times in Ireland, the Niobe of nations, and what do I think of the latest rebellion there. I told you I’d write you the article and made the promise before I realized the stupendous task you set before me and that I, un consciously, promised to perform. Irish history, though imperfectly understood, is the oldest written his tory in the world and is a combination or blending of joys and sorrows sur passed by no other. Four thousand years before the Christian era Irish civilization flourished and gave Erie the foremost place in the family of civilized nations, and her Brahon laws were copied and incorporated into the laws of Egypt, Greece and other learned nations, now forgetten and passed into oblivion. We read in the history of Ireland that her 35,000 square miles of the most fertile and productive soil in the world was confiscated three different times and by three different and dis tinct parties of English, marauding freebooters and robbers, and each time the social and financial standing of the old Irish was reduced to a deeper and lower level than the proceeding, former one, until they reached the bottom. The last great confiscation of Irish lands took place immediately after Cromwell’s conquest of Ireland, 'in 1649j when the Irish lands were given to his army as payment for services performed, after which the newly made owners of the soil and rulers of the country, for the owners of the land has always ruled the destines of that land, and one of the first things the new rulers did was to make it unlawful for any Irishman, of the old faith, and former owners, to own or hold any land or any other kind of property of greater value than five pounds sterling, which rule of law enabled the minions of the said Cromwell to get easy possession of all the real and personal property of Ireland. And if any of the mere “Irishe” had the temerity to resist the newly estab lished mode of proceedure of Crom wellian acquisition of property, a class made law, for the purpose of building up a yoemans garrison of protection, gave the said yoeman subjects of his or her Britianic Majesty the right of carte-blanche to slay the said “Irishe” I provided he, the preferred subject,came into court and paid five pounds as a license for doing so. You may have read of the penal laws of Ireland, which laws held sway in that unhappy ! lanr) QAA vnnvn Juvin.a time one of England’s great judges publicly said: “It was not supposed that in all Ireland a Catholic subject ; of his Britannic Majesty existed.” Some say the Irish question is one ' of religion. It is not, though religion i has been used as n handy club to j acquire Irish land and wealth. A large number of the leading Irish rebels in every rebellion in the eighteenth and ! nineteenth centuries were patriotic Irish protestants, such as, Tandy, Tone, Shears, Fitzgerald, Emmett, Mitchell, Martin and Smith-O’Brine. English misrule in Ireland puts to shame the Englishman’s boast of his high civilization and his disinterested and noble deeds on and in behalf of small nationalities, as, in comparison, it reduces to a point of insignificance i the most barbarous acts of the Russian | Czar’s Cassocks in unhappy Poland • or the most diabolic acts of the un speakable Turk in unhappy and de vastated Armenia. But the Turk has been Albion’s to-let friend, alley and boon companion for the last 200 years aftd a black spot on his hide never appeared visable to England’s eyes until he became a Germaniac alley. ■ You’ve heard of Rory O’Moore and the Irish Rapparees. Well the O’Moore’s were at the time of the following happenings the most power ful clan or sept in the province of *)! Leinster and were giving the English viceory considerable trouble and anxiety. It was finally arranged by the garrison crowd to get rid of the O’Moore’s at any cost as best they could. And the Lord Protector of the Realm, God save the Mark, invited to , a great state feast the great chiefs and leading men and henchmen of Clan O’Moore who attended to the number of 285, which was all the great and petty chiefs of the .O’Moore’s and 1 Kindred families and blood and allied relatives. They were all there except Rory who was away from home at the time and consequently escaped ex ecution, for you know the English government of Ireland was always great on executions. Every single one of the 285 Irish and O’Moore ! banqueters were put to death after partaking of the big English repast | and hospitality. When Rory returned to what was formerly his home he found himself the sole and only sur viving membzer of Clan O’Moore and so he became Chief of the O’Moore’s. But it was an empty honor for the reason that his male kinfolks were dead, killed, and the patrimony of his fathers was sequestered away from him and parcelled out among the assassins who slew his father, his brother, cousins and allied relatives. And then and there Rory vowed ven gance against the assassins of his race. He organized a company of cit izen soldiers to repair the great wrongs done to him and his and they took to the mountains where they hid in caves and were ever after known by the name of the “Irish Rapperees” who made periodical forays from their Wicklow mountain home down through the low lands of Leix (now Queens county) the two Meaths, Carlow and Kildare and up to the gates of Dublin, and they not only made the suspected Saxon and shaneen squires suspected of the O’Moore murders bite the dust but they exacted tribute from the well-to-do of fat cattle, swine and sheep, poultry, butter, eggs and grain. They committed many criminal ex cessess but under strong palliating circumstances and never wronged the poor and needy so that Rory O’Moore and his fearless Rapperees became the burden of thousands of thrilling songs sung in the market place of every town in Ireland by a class of street ballad singers, now past and gone. The refrain of those stirring ballads was “Our God our Country and Rory O’Moore,” or “For the Glory of Old Ireland Our Lady and Rory O’Moore” and “‘Fight for Our Country and Rory O’Moore.” T.nolf nt tV»o hrnlfpn trnn tv nf T<im rick, broken by the English ere the ink wherewith it was written could dry. And, now, let us see what Oliver Cromwell did to the Irish people after robbing them of their lands and wealth. We read in the English censored, Irish history that: “Oliver Cromwell landed in 1649 and besieged Dragheda, defended by Sir Arthur Ash ton and a brave garrison. Finding that their position was untenable they asked in military language for quar ters, or the honors of war, if they surrendered. Cromwell promised to grant, them “quarters” if they laid down their arms. They did so and the promise was kept until the town was taken. When the town was in his hands Cromwell gave orders to his army for the indiscriminate massacre of the garrison and every man woman and child in that great city was put to death. The people, when they saw the soldiers slaying around them on every side, when they saw the streets of Dragheda flowing with human blood for five days flocked to the number of one thousand aged men, women, and children, and took refuge in the great church of St. Peters in Dragheda. Cromwell drew his soldiers around that church, and out of that church he never let one of these innocent people escape alive. He then proceeded to Wexford where a certain commander named Stratford delivered the city to him. He massa creed the people there also. Three hundred women of Wexford with their children, gathered around the great market cross in the public square of the city. They thought in their hearts, cruel as he was, he would respect the sign of man’s redemption ana spare the lives of those collected around it. How vain their thoughts! Three hundred poor defenseless women screaming for mercy under the cross of Jesus Christ. Cromwell and his barbarous demons slaughtered without permitting one to escape, until they were ankle deep in the blood of the women of Wexford. After this battle of Clontarf Ireland enjoyed peace for nearly 200 years until the English under Strongbow in the reign of Henry II came to Ireland on or about 1172 with a forged bull from Pope Adrian, the only English man who ever sat in the chair of St. Peter. They, the English, claimed the Irish were heretics and that the Pope commissioned them to take the Irish nation and collect the Peter’s pence in that country, but the Irish met them and the bull on the shores of Leinster and fought them in de fense of their rights of home and fireside for 300 years before the English could claim by the right of conquest and the Pope’s bull, combined more than three and a half Irish counties, but in the next 300 years they acquired by force and fraud, backed by war, the balance of the Irish nation, during which time they robbed the old Irish of everything nv/mnl1 ■fnilL in f God and that He would in His own good time sustain the just rights of Ireland. The English even penalized the language of the Gaul and one of Ireland’s great Gaelic scholars and poets writes thus: “To enstall its Saxon rival prescribed it soon became, And Irishmen are Irish now in nothing but the name, Russia’s great Zar ne’er stood secure o’er Poland’s shattered frame, Until he tore from out her heart the tongue that bore her name. For tyrants ever with an art from darkness sprung, Will make the conquered slaves alike in limb and tongue. Then Irishmen, be Irish still, stand for the dear old tongue, Which as ivy to a ruin to your native land hath clung. O snatch this relic from the wreck, the only and the last, And cherish in your heart of hearts the language of the past.” Poland is now free, thanks be to God and the Kaiser and ’tis said the great University of Warsaw is again pre paring to again teach the history of glorious old Poland there and in her native Polish tongue, but Erin is still weeping in chains and is called afresh to mourn over sixteen newly made martyrs graves in which are buried her noble patriotic sons, poets and scholars, who were shot to death by perfidious Albion. You nr'v ask why does powerful England make war on the Gaelic tongue? It is because it enshrines like a gem within a casket a span of 5,000 years of superior Irish civilization, law and order, which puts to shame English twentieth century acts and deeds of wanton barbarity. For more than 700 years of Eng land’s rule in Ireland she showed the foul hand of the ruthless, tyranical des poiler and Ireland, the prolific mother of poets, scholars and warriors, had always faithful sons to defend her honor. The best known of Irish rebellions are 1317, 1641-9, 1798, 1848, 1867 and 1916. In 1798 two Irish counties put up a great fight and held the English army at bay for months during which they killed thousands of English soldiers and Irish Yoemen, but the other thirty counties failed to come to their assistance and they were defeated in the epd when the English army and said Yoeman were let loose on the Irish and slew thousands in cold blood, without the sanction of law, judge or jury. One man in par ticular, Lieutenant Hepenstall, exe cuted, individually, without cause, more than one thousand victims, by knocking them down with his gun or club then using his belt for a halter and hoisting them over his shoulder six feet high—he was nearly seven feet. John Engals Ingram, one of Ireland’s most gifted and martial poets, who was the son of a protestant minister, in Pettigo, county Donegal, Ireland, wrote the “Memory of the Dead,” Ireland’s most defiant poem, in which he said: “They rose in dark and evil days to right their native land, And kindled here a living blaze that nothing can withstand. But alas that might can conquer right they fell and passed away, But true men like you men are plenty ncic tuutiy. The 180,3 rising, or the Emmett re bellion, was only a flash in the pan, in the streets of Dublin, and easily put down by Major Stir without any serious loss of life and the leader, poor brilli ant, boyish, Robert Emmett, got the mockery of a court trial before the tyrant judge, Lord Norberry, who con demned him to death and mockingly asked him if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be pronounced against him, thinking that he could cowe the poor green and beardless boy into committing some fatal blunder, determinal to his fame and the honor of his country, but in stead he delivered a superb speech, beautifully grand and brilliantly de fiant of the dreadful tyranny and ig nominious failure of the English gov ernment to rule his beloved Ireland. That speech is now read as a classic in the schools and colleges of the civilized nations outside of perfidious Albion,the arch hypocrite of the world. Let me cite another instance of the penal law: Some of the grandest and best beloved of the Irish patriotic rebels were Anglo-Irish or Irish protestants or Englishmen trans planted for a few generations in Erin, who like the Emmett’s became more Irish than the Irish themselves and they rebelled against the tyranny of English rule in Ireland. They rose and fought and fell and passed away. Though Norberry consigned the dead body of Emmett to what he thought an unhonored felon’s grave in Gloss neven, his mother, the undying Irish nation, has resurrected his fame and memory and gave him the honors of national sepulcher in the innermost shrines of her heart, and cannonized him as the patron saint of Irish aspir ations and nationality. But it is passing strange that you meet with a class of weak-kneed, basswood Irish men, so lost to every sense of decency and patriotic Irish duty, who, while lauding Emmett to the skies for his fiasco, have nothing but icy cold dis dain and sardonic scorn and sneers for the fate of Hibernias noble self-sacri ficing and heroic martyrs of 1916. You don’t gather figs from thistles, nor does the leopard change his spots, and English rule in Ireland is as cruel, vindictive and despotic in 1916 as it was in 1798 or 1649. ‘Tis only some eighty odd years since Bryan O’Laughlin, a wealthy citizen and grand juror of county Kil dare in Ireland, (it seems he could not be a grand juror and Catholic at that time) owned and drove into Dublin the best team of coach horses in the province of Leinster, said to be worth 300 guineas, though ten pounds ster ling was the legal maximum value of any team that an Irish Catholic could then and in that country own and drive. Well Bryan was a little bit proud of his team and put up at Dublin’s best hostelry where he met a man of graft who asked and ob tained the price or value the juror O’Laughlin, set upon his fancy team, after which Mr. Grafter told Bryan that he was breaking the law by owning such a fine pair of horses and handed him ten pounds and said he would take the team according to law. O’Laughlin did not take the money but told the grafter “wait ten minutes” went to the stables, shot the horses dead and ever after drove into Dublin behind a lazy yoke of oxen. And a little further back the following in uiuciit imjjpvHCU uu me estate uu which the writer of this article was born. The estate is near Ballyshannon, then Ashawnee, and the owner was one of the proud old Kellie Chiefs, who still professed the faith of his fathers, though in the midst of the penal law, but now a new law of “discovery” had just gone into effect, which gave to the informer who located and reported to Dublin castle, and penalized Papist holding or owning any landed proper ty, without a license, one half of the nations recovery. Well the great land owner had in his employ a menial, a butler, whose father and grand father had served in his family and as other land owners were doing, by a mutual understanding, he sent his butler to Dublin castle to give the re quired information, read his recan tation, took the required oath and half the estate, which the butler did and then returned a great landlord to Ballyshannon where his former master and employer met him, but was told that their respective places were changed and that he, the former owner, could take the vacant place of the former servant and he remarked he would strive to be as good a master as the retiring one. 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General Dewit was taken in rebellion in South Africa; was tried and found guilty of treason by a jury of his peers and sentenced to a penalty of eight months imprisonment, and for some reason sixteen Irishmen, of whom twelve were boys, were shot to death. Then one Sir Edwai'd Carson and Lord John French, the former leading the Ulster rebellion in 1913, and at the same time the latter encouraging and heading a mili tary mutiny in the army at the bur rough of Kildare. Sir Edward was elected to the cabinet and Lord John made his Britannic Majesty’s com mander-in-chief of the British forces on the Continent of Europe, and a nice broze he made of it. When the 1916 Irish rebels in Dublin laid down their arms a leading Irish American citizen of O’Neill asked me what would the British govenment do with them? My answer was, “hang or shoot them—the leaders,’ and he replied that I was wrong and asked did I think the “great, glorious and enlightened statesmen of Great Britian and Ireland would stoop to the methods and come down to the level of the Huns and savages of Germany and Austria” and wound up by saying: “No those rebels are prisioners of war and will be treated with all due respect due them as such.” Next day the first batch of the 1916 Irish martyers were shot to death by an English military shooting squad in the tower of London, just as they shot or hung the leaders of 1798 and 1803, or the leaders of the risings in India Oude or Egypt, or as they would have done to George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Charles Carroll and Patrick Henry. It is only savages that murder their prisoners of war, and there is always something brutal and barbarous in the English treat ment of everything relating to Irish Ireland in which, under her exclusive and benign sway, for more than 100 years the face of a Catholic priest was’nt seen in that unhappy and bleeding Catholic country. And for 300 years she bent every effort of her nation a school only the “Hedge”—a school held behind a hedge or fence of white hawthorne closely shaven bushes or behind a turf stack, rock or in a mountain cave. Mother Eng land spent the greater part of her tyrannic rule of 300 years of penal laws in brutalizing the Irish after first robbing them, and then sent her j myrmidonians after them into exile to point the finger of scorn at them, by saying to the stranger: “See and be hold the ignorant pauper, Paddy from Ireland—a worthies ignoramus, too lazy to work and too poor to buy him raiment.” But she never told that she was pointing to a piece of her own handi-work. Now Mr. Cronin this article is pretty long but just one more word and then I’m done. I’ll say no country is great enough nor good enough to govern another country by force without that country’s consent, especially if the two represent dif ferent nationalities aVid above and be yond question the English have proven themselves unfit to govern the Irish, as no two European nations are more unlike. 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