Philo-Celts.
What is the matter with our Brooklyn Philo¬
Celts. The hall is nearly empty every Sunday.
Ah. Philo-Celts, spasmodic ebulitions of patrio¬
ism will never attain the end in view. You have
undertaken the task of educating your country¬
men in the science of Nationality, the undertak-
ing is no milk and sugar affair, but downright
hard labor. It is no picnic affair, but an af¬
fair which puts to the crucial test the Irishman's
mettle. Remember that he who would win the
prize must climb to the top of the pole.
Mr. McHale of Minneapolis, reports the form¬
ation of a Gaelic Society in that city which prom¬
ises good results. There is good material in and
about Minneapolis.
Parnellism is dead. What next?
Every Irishman and Irishwoman who makes no
ffort to preserve the national language helps to
forge his and her bond of slavery. No language,
no nation. It is said that we have smart, educa¬
ted Irish nationalists. Yes, educated blindness,
imbecility and cowardice. England knows that,
otherwise she dare not enact coercion in this
age of science and general knowledge. But what
could be expected of men, who would not reach a
hand to save their mother tongue from death?
Any member of a revolutionary organization who
uses intoxicating liquors to excess should be ex¬
pelled, and any man who uses them at all should
not be permitted to hold office. Pothouse revo¬
lutionists should not be entrusted with the herd¬
ing of swine.
We see that American citizens who call them¬
selves Republicans and Democrats joined in the
jubilation of Queen Victoria the other day.
What wretchedly mean sycophants. Did they
ever hear of Victoria or any other English citizen
to jubilate with Americans on the Declaration of
Independence? Never. These traitors to Rep¬
ublican principles are not Americans. They are
English to the back bone, they are the tories of
the Revolution, and would be Arnolds should
the tug of war ever return.
The Very Rev Canon Bourke's letter on the 3rd
singular conditional of the monosyllabic verb set-
les that question, as far as we are concerned.
Nevertheless we think that some weight should be
given to general usage.
We would recommend our readers to preserve
Mr. Yorke's Lectures. From what we have seen
of them, they promise to be fully as interesting and
as valuable, in their sphere, as O'Curry's Manu-
script Material of Irish History.
Though we have published Mr. Hagerty's letter,
we cannot open the columns of the GAEL to the
discussion of the labor question. Our great regard
for Mr. Hagerty, and to set ourselves right on
this matter, induced us to publish his letter. How¬
over, as an exercise for our Gaelic students and
scholars, the discussion of the subject in that lan¬
guage might be interesting. Hence, we will pub¬
lish such discussion in that language.
Salisbury, Hartington, Chamberlain
and Co. have thrown down the glove;
is there vitality enough left in Erin's
sons to accept the challenge at these
tyrants own door?
The New York P. C. S. celebrated the 108th an¬
niversary of the birth of Tom Moore in Clarendon
Hall, on Friday evening May 27th. The hall was
well filled, and the exercises remarkably well ren¬
dered. Following is the programme of the even¬
ing —
1. CHORUS, Let Erin Remember.
2. ADDRESS. Irish,
President of the School.
3. SONG, Kathleen Mavourneen,
Miss Alice Rowan.
4. RECITATION, Irish,
Mr. Denis Burns.
5. SONG, The Last Rose of Summer,
Miss Mamie Reynolds.
6. SONG, The Minstrel Boy, Irish,
Chorus.
7. SONG, The Boys of '66,
Mr. J. H. O'Sullivan.
8. RECITATION.
Capt. T. D. Norris.
9. SONG. Molly Bawn, Miss Nellie McDonnell.
10. SONG. Duet- I felt thy soothing presence near.
Miss Mamie Reynolds and Mr. J. White.
11. SONG, Alone in Crowds to Wander on,
Mr. Frank O'Neil.
12. RECITATION, Fontenoy,
Mr. T. Bishop,
13. SONG, Beautiful Isle of the Sea (Translated
Capt. Capt. T. D. NORRIS),
Miss M. Comer.
14. SPEECH. Irish.
Mr. Patrick Morrisy.
15. CLARIONET SOLO,
M. C. Keefe.
16. SONG, Trio- Believe me my heart etc., Miss
M. Reynolds, Mr. J. White Mr. F. Burgher.
17. VIOLIN SELECTIONS.
Masters O'Mahony,
18. SONG. Irish, The Valley lay Smiling Before
Me,
Mr. Joseph Cromien
19. GOD SAVE RELAND.
Chorus.
The President's Gaelic address was well spoken,
and showed that the proper man was in the prop¬
er place. Miss Rowan did full justice to Kathleen
Mavourneen, and the Hon. Denis Burns, the life
and soul of the society, recited An Cara Fior with
remarkable energy the speaker, as it were, em¬
phasizing the words with suitable gestures. Miss
Reynolds, an excellently trained vocalist, rendered
The Last Rose of Summer in excellent style, and
was repeatedly encored.
Miss Neilie McDonnell sang Molly Bawn and for
an encore, in Gaelic, The Harp of Tara.
But Miss Mary Comer capped the climax in her
rendition of Beautiful Isle of the Sea, in Irish, she
was encored so often that the chairman had to
"shut down" on the audience.
Mr. Morrisy's extempore Gaelic speech was well
received, it was to the point. Mr. Morrisy is an
excellent Gaelic speaker.
Mr. Joseph Cromien sang the last Gaelic song —
The Valley lay Smiling Before me. Mr. Cromien
being master of the vocal art, it is hardly necessary
to say that he did it well.
All the talent taking part acquitted themselves
well. The evening was a pleasant one, and we
were pleased to see a large number of our old
Gaelic friends present.
The Committee of arrangements consisted of —
J. Cromien. J. Casey. C. Manning. T. Bishop. P.
McGrath, Capt. T. D. Norris and J. O'Neil. But
the leading spirit of the entertainment, and of the
society, the Hon. Denis Burns, was too modest to
place his own name on any of the committees,
though it was whispered that it was he who made
both the programme and the committees. We
congratulate our New York friends on their very
successful entertainment.
Let the friends of Erin's cause circu¬
late the national literature.
