Philo-Celts.
Let all Philo-Celts be at the picnic
September 3rd.
3901 Rockland St. West Phila. Pa.
Aug. 11, '85.
M. J. LOGÁIN.
A Shaoi. — Tá dúil agam go nglacfaidh
tú mo leithsgeul faoi fhad 's tá me d'on
aon phighinn airgid a chuir agad. Ní rabh
árach air, ach, "Is feárr mall na go
brách" Air an ádhbhar sin, cuirim páip¬
eur aon dolar agad annsa n-am a tá
láthair, agus cuirfidh mé tuilleadh agad
cho luadh agus is féidir liom é.
Tá mé an-bhuidheach díot, go deimhin,
faoi thú'n "Ghaodhal" chuir agam go d-ti so
agus tá dóchus láidir agam go m-beidh
d' ainm faoi mheas mór aig Éireannaigh
air feadh an domhain, mar gheall air an
obair mhaith a tá tú dheunadh; mar an g-
ceudna, gan thú a fághail an cungnadh
uainn budh chóir dúinn a thabhairt duit.
Ach na cuireochadh seo bacadh ort; gheabh¬
faidh tú íocuigheacht go fóill.
Guidheadh air son maitheas an Ghaedhil,
Fanaim do charaid,
P. J. CREIDHCHÍN.
PHILADELPHIA Society, Mr McEniry writes —
You will be pleased to hear that our school is in a
prosperous condition. We give no vacation, on the
contrary, we meet now once a week oftener than
we have done heretofore. Our class room is still
in Philopatrian Hall, 211 South 12th St, where
we meet on Wedeesday, Thursday and Sunday
evenings. After a few months we expect to be a¬
ble to have the school open every night in the
week.
The Philadelphia Gaelic Society re-
opens its classes at 9 & Spring Garden
Sts, the first Sunday evening in Sep¬
tember.
The San Francisco Commissioners of Education
have given the Philo-Celtic society the use of the
public schools for class purposes. Our San Fran¬
cisco friends are workers, we hope the education
commissioners of other cities will follow suit.
With such enthusiasts in the Gaelic cause as Capt.
Egan and Messrs O'Quigley, McGreal, McGilli¬
cuddy, Deasy and McGrath, the movement on the
Pacific Slope is bound to succeed.
Tá prionnsa na g-cléireach, an t-Ath¬
air Tomás MacGearailt, a déanadh a
chuarta in Éirinn. Pilleadh slán dhó.
A CROWN.
Presented to O'Connell, The Uncrowned
Monarch of the Irish People, by the
Poilo-Celts on his 110
Annivesary,
Aug. 6,
1885.
To the Uncrowned King of our deathless love
Our grateful homage we pay,
On this glorious dawn of Ireland’s hope —
O'Connell's natal day.
The Sunburst that flashes into cloudless noon,
When the heart of poor Erin was riven
The bright light that broke in on her deepest
gloom —
The champion sent by Heaven.
Oh, the measureless might of his great heart,
Whose tenderness equalled its might,
And throbbed to break his people’s chains
And do battle for their right.
The task was a difficult one indeed
In the face of ruthless foes;
Who hated his country and his creed
And like fiends mocked at her woes.
God clothed him with an armor of light,
A buckler of marvelous strength He gave,
With a mind as vast as the boundless sea,
And defiant as the bounding wave.
A lofty soul, a great chivalrous heart,
With its fathomless depths of love,
For the poor and oppressed of his Motherland.
For whose freedom he bravely strove.
A voice like a clarion, loud and clear,
At times soft as the hush of night,
Persuasive, and gentle, and winning and kind,
Yet impetuous as the torrents of might.
Like the lightning's flash was his tongue of fire
When he hushed a treacherous foe,
And oh, the power of his righteous ire
As his words impassioned flow.
He was faithful to his God given trust —
He freed our Altars, filled with joy our home —
He snapped our fetters, covered with rust,
By his dauntless hand alone.
Is it a wonder we're proud of so kingly a king?
So majestic, gifted, good,
Whose every thought was dear "Erin's own"
His people and his God.
Oh, we'll rally around our Uncrowned King,
Though his great spirit reigns above,
And we'll place on his brow the peerless crown
Of our loyal, rapturous love !
God Save Ireland !
"RÍNA."
Tá 'n t-aonmhadh uibhir air fhichead de
Irris Leabhair na Gaedhilge glacadh.
