AN GAOḊAL.
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A monthly Journal devoted to the Cultivation and
Preservation of the Irish Language and the au¬
tonomy of the Irish Nation.
Entered at the Brooklyn P. O. as second class mail
matter.
Seventh Year of Publication.
Published at 814 Pacific st., Brooklyn, N. Y.,
M. J. LOGAN, Editor and Proprietor
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VOL 6, No. 11. JUNE, 1888
The Vision of Tullamore
By T. D. SULLIVAN, M. P.
Once within my little study, while the firelight
gleaming ruddy
Threw fantastic lights and shadows on the wall
and on the floor,
I was thinking of two nations that for many gen¬
erations
Had known nought but deadly hatred and con¬
tentions sad and sore,
Nought but deadly strife and hatred and con¬
tentions sad and sore
Going on forevermore.
And I thought all this is blameful, 'tis not only
sad but shameful,
All this plundering and oppressing and this spil¬
ling lakes of gore,
'Tis the nation that is stronger that has been the
other's wronger:
Let her play this part no longer, but this cru¬
elty give o'er —
Turn to ways of love and kindness, and this cru¬
elty give o'er,
And have peace forevermore.
While unto myself thus speaking, on the stairs I
heard a creaking
As of someone softly speaking up to listen at
the door.
Then said I, "You need not fear me: you can just
come in and hear me —
Take a seat or stand anear me — let us talk the
matter o'er —
'Tis a grave and serious subject — let us talk it
calmly o'er,"
Then I opened wide the door.
Then a being thin and shanky, white of visage
tall and lanky,
Looking ill at ease and cranky, came and stood
upon the floor;
In his hands some keys he dangled, keys that
clinked and jangled,
And over his right optic a large pane of glass he
wore —
When it fell be slowly raised it, and replaced it
as before.
This he did, and nothing more.
"Now," said I, the shape addressing, "don't you
think it would be a blessing,
If this Anglo Irish conflict coming down from
days of yore —
If this age long woe and sadness could be changed
to peace and gladness,
And the holy ties of friendship could be knit
from shore to shore,
And no words but words of kindness pass across
from shore to shore?
Quote the lank "Tullamore."
At this word I marveled truly, for it seemed to
come unduly,
As a misplaced exhibition of his geographic
lore ;
So my thread of thought resuming, I said there
are dangers looming
Over England's wide dominion that 'tis useless
to ignore;
What shall strengthen her when the battle thun¬
ders roar."
Answer made he "Tullamore."
Then said I "Across the waters Erin's faithful sons
and daughters
Now have fierce and bitter memories burning in
each boson's core —
Think what peace and joy would fill them and
what happens would thrill them
If but England yeilded freedom to the land that
they adore —
If she spoke the word of freedom to the land
their souls adore,"
But his word was "Tullamore."
"Think" said I, "of England's masses every day
that oe'r them passes
Hears their murmurings and complainings swel¬
ling louder than before —
The object — and 'tis no wonder — to the rule of
force and plunder
That so long has kept them under, sqeezing
blood from every pore.
Have you any word of comfort that their pa¬
tience may restore?"
His reply was Tullamore:
From my vision quick he glided, in my heart I
then decided
That if this was England's message by this pop¬
injay brought oe'r
She had a chance of glory that would brighten all
her story —
But I said that lanky Tory was a humbug and
a bore.
These words from both the peoples soon will
ring from shore to shore —
We are friends forevermore.
As we go to press we receive a draft for £1.
from Mr. John M. Tierney, San Juan. Argentine
Republic. We see by the records of the various
Gaelic publications that Mr. Tierney is a sub¬
stantial supporter of them all; he has the intelli¬
gence to apprehend the necessities of the Gaelic
Movement and the patriotism to respond to it Mr
Tierney's letter will appear in the next issue.
