tates is confined to one class, and that class, though numerically
large, is politically insignificant. Do not believe it for one
instant; the hostility to England is universal, it is more deep-rooted
than any other feeling, it is an instinct and not a reason, and
consequently possesses the dogged strength of unreasoning antipathy. I
tell you, Mr. Bull, that were you pitted to-morrow against a race that
had not one idea in kindred with your own, were you fighting a deadly
struggle against a despotism the most galling on earth, were you
engaged with an enemy whose grip was around your neck and whose foot
was on your chest, that English-speaking cousin of yours over the
Atlantic, whose language is your language, whose literature is your
literature, whose civil code is begotten from your digests of law,
would stir no hand, no foot, to save you, would gloat over your
agony, would keep the ring while you were being knocked out of all
semblance of motion and power, and would not be very far distant when
the moment came to hold a feast of eagles over your vast, disjointed
limbs. Make no mistake about it, and be not blinded by ties of kindred
or belief." And, further, "You will find them the firm friend of the
Russian, because that Russian is likely to become your enemy in Herat,
in Cabul, in Kashgar, in Constantinople. Nay, even should any
woman-killing Sepoy put you to sore strait by indiscriminate and
ruthless slaughter, he will be your cousin's friend for the simple
reason that he is your enemy." Without accepting the gallant Colonel's
dictum, it is as well to bear it in mind.
A pensive youth in Ballybofey was deeply engaged with a scrap of
ballad literature, not by any means without literary merit. For and in
consideration of a Saxon sixpence I became the proprietor of the lay,
which is being circulated by thousands throughout Ireland. Those who
uphold the reputation of their Irish allies for loyalty to the Queen,
and friendship to the English nation, will, doubtless, find their
convictions deepened and strengthened by the following sample verses
addressed to intending recruits:--
Ye whose spirits will not bow
In peace to parish tyrants longer,
Ye who wear the villain brow,
And ye who pine in hopeless hunger,
Fools, without the brave man's faith,
All slaves and starvelings who are willing
To sell yourselves to shame and death,
Accept the fatal Saxon shilling.
Ere you from
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