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AN GAODHAL-
who wait for a large number before organizing will
wait a long while. Though small the ball set it in
motion, it will enlarge by degrees.
God be good to Capt Powers; since he went
Savannah, Ga, seems dead. We hope Mr. Kil¬
loughry will orgainze a Gaelic society there. St.
Louis is a large city, and the Gael has as many
readers there as would form a good society. We
hope they will call on Mr. Finneran, 714 Olive St
and perfect an organization. To guard the lang¬
uage from the perils which surround it, organiza¬
tion is necessary. If the language be permitted to
perish there will be no Irish people, no Irish na¬
tion. Our Saxon masters would like that. Let
those in the large cities where no Gaelic organiza¬
tion exists and who would be desirous of founding
one, write to us and we shall give them the names
of the Gael's readers in those cities, who will un¬
doubtedly assist them. What about our Nashua
friends? We expect to hear good results from N.
Haven under the marshalship of the gallant Major
Maher and the oratorical eloquence of Mr. O'Calla¬
han; also, the Binghamton society. Hard, earn¬
est work, friends; remembering that there is no
"royal road to geometry:" and again, "that they
who would be free must, themselves, strike the
blow." We hope Mr. Hally, of Memphis, will
get up a society. And Messrs. P. M. Walsh and
M. J. Lovern, of Scranton, Pa. ought to be heard
from, and we feel assured their proceedings would
be seconded by the patriotic proprietors of that
very excellent journal, the SCRANTON TRUTH. The
gentlemen above named are excellent Gaelic scho¬
lars, so that they have no excuse. Also, our friend,
Mr. P. C. Gray of Newark; Mr. T. Shay and Ed
Brady of Ind. A man need not be a professor to
form a class — any class with a tolerably good Irish
speaker to give the pronunciation and idiom is all
right. Bourke's Grammar and Lessons (which we
expect are reprinted by this time) will give all the
literary information necessary. Determination is
the primary qualification.
GAELS, remember one thing — that it is through
the spirit which your labor is evoking that your
country will yet be freed. The English thought
to kill the propelling force of that spirit, well
knowing its worth, but you are restoring it, and
with that restoration will come the day of your
freedom
SENTIMENTS of our SUBSCRIBERS.
Ala. Mr. Mc Cosker again, J. O'R. Barter, J.
Toomy, E. A. Carolin, and Miss M. C. Mulikin,
Cou. per Mr. Callahan, Rev. Father Mulcahy,
Counsellor Driscoll, J. Reilly, F. P. O'Brien.
Cal, per E. R. McCarthy, J. McGrath, E. R.
McCarthy.
Fla, D. O'Keeffe.
Kan. per T. J. Fitzgerald, T. Vaughan, P. Mc
Neive.
Ky, Rev. E. J. Lynch.
La, H. Durnin.
Mass, J. J. Murphy.
Mont. per T. S. Harrington, M. Hennessy.
Ind, T Shay and E. Brady, per T. Shay.
N. Y. Prof. F, L. O. Rœhrig, Miss Dwyer, J.
Barnes. J H Donly, P T Gavin, Mr. Donohue per
T Butler, J McFarland, P Fahey, J Sullivan, and
Mr. Walsh (Greenpoint), per Ed. O'Keefe, P Ma¬
her and — per J Carroll, D Dodd. M Flaherty,
M Doyle, W Barry per Mr. Doyle, M P Ward,
F Kelly, per M P Ward, and M Meeres per Hon.
D Burns, M F Costello
Pa. P Duffy, J McKeon and Miss Mahney, per
Mr. McEniry, J Godwin, A P Ward, and T.
Clynes T Connolly, P Connolly, D Connolly, J.
J. Lyons per Mr. Lyons.
Tenn, T Hally, Miss S Meally, Mrs. Corry, E.
Hally, M Fitzgerald, J Gallivan. J Smith, per
T Hally.
Wis. M Moore.
Ireland, Father Mulcahy, Antrim: Mr. Dwyer,
Donegal, per Miss Dwyer. Mr. Durnin, Louth,
per H. Durnin.
REPENTANCE.
(Translated from the Irish.)
No use in thinking with spirits sinking,
On days that sped like the wind away,
No use in fretting, or now regretting,
Youth's wasted hours that are gone for aye:
Unless faith-gifted by hope uplifted,
Our souls inflamed by devotion's fire,
With hearts aspiring resolve untiring, —
We fix on Heaven our fond desire.
On mill-wheel dashing, the water flashing,
Revolves it once, but comes back no more.
Our lives thus rushing, with bright hopes flushing.
We lightly pass the receding shore;
With hope full freighted; but now belated,
We sagely scan things we thought so fair,
While they misled us, they quickly fled us,
And only left us a load of care.
The hours now flying find sisters sighing,
And brothers heart-wrung with heavy fears.
For many dangers beset poor rangers,
On Life's dark high-way, evoking tears;
But if to heaven the years be given
Which God vonchsafes to redeem from sin —
Our lives amending — joys never-ending,
The hearts devoted to Him will win.
Let me and you dear, resolve this New Year,
To do no deed that we may deplore, —
That shame may bring us, or base words sting us
But live uprightly for evermore,
In Heaven glorious, the Savior o'er us
Is ever watching for sinners weak,
And kind the greeting He'll give when meeting
Those who, repentant, His mercy seek,
M. C.
The above is a translation of "Padruic's" poem'
"Repentance," which appeared in the last issue.
The readers of the Gael will hardly fail to recog¬
nize the initial "M. C."
