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AN GAODHAL.
his Historical Geography: London
Hamilton & Co ; Edinburgh, Oliver &
Boyd, a work so popular that the Thir¬
ty-seventh Edition, published in 1865,
lies before us.
Look across, reader, and compare
the eminence of the Irish, as a people,
with the semi-barbarous condition of
their would-be social assassins !
Every corner loafer who, by bluff
and bluster, or shady means, accumu¬
lates wealth and through it attains to
public prominence, never ceases to vili¬
fy the Irish and slap them in the face
because centuries of enforced slavery
have unmanned them, otherwise they
would cover the dead walls of the coun¬
try with the pedigrees of the lot of so¬
cial thieves who seek their material
and political ruin.
This element is but a very small mi¬
nority of our citizens; but, having the
power and money of England at their
back, they control the press of the coun¬
try and through its vilification of any
or all who come in their way, they ga¬
ther in the fat of the land — thus further
enabling them to carry on their villai¬
nous conduct; and all this they do un¬
der the brazen pretense of their being
"the better element."
This gang of moral assassins chose
Grover Cleveland as their head. Who
is he? His biographers tell us that his
mother was Annie Neal (which is, sim¬
ply, O'Neil), and that his father's name
was Cleveland, which name people say
was originally McClelland, and chang¬
ed, as has been the names of O'Connell
and O'Shaughnessy into Cornell, and
Chauncey, respectively, in this city in
our own day.
This gang charged Murphy with at¬
tending cock-fights and boxing mach¬
es and urged that fact as a further rea¬
son why he was not fit for the office of
United States Senator; and here their
animus forcibly presents itself, for, in
these regards, Murphy could not hold
a candle to their idol, the British crown
prince, whose boots they would think
an honor to blacken, — aye, and to at¬
tend to other little wants of his not ne¬
cessary to mention here but the nature
of which the intelligent reader fully
comprehends!
For Edward Murphy we are not a
straw. He is merely the instrument
through which his nationality has been
attacked. We concede that he is a
mean man, as are all the other Murph¬
ies who permit themselves to be trod¬
den on by the gang of political skunks
referred to. What are the Murphies a¬
fraid of? Decent men would not insult
them and they should not permit black¬
guards to do it! The Murphy incident
mantles the brow of every selfrespect¬
ing man of Irish blood in the country
with the blush of shame to-day. It is
well for the Herald blackguard that the
object of his blackguardism was not a
Frenchman or he would have been cow-
hided up and down Broadway from the
Battery to Harlem,
This is the way the Irish element has
been lost, at home and aboad. They
have the means (their ancient flatter¬
ing, and to be proud of, history) to
show and to silence their detractors
but they will not avail themselves of
it. When they accumulate weath they
think its possession will guard them
against the poisonous thrusts of the e¬
nemies of their race and nation, but
the Murphy incident proves that it
does not, and that manhood, proceeding
from a sense of superiority, would be
more effective.
Say; Is the owner of the Herald who
hobnobs with that immaculate (?) quan¬
tity, called English "Society," any bet¬
ter than his old Scotch father who
founded the 14x20 Herald in a base¬
ment in Fulton street? Is ex-Secreta¬
ry Whitney any better than when he
hunted for a fee to buy his dinner? Is
ex-Mayor Grace any better than when
he attended to his butcher shop ? And
is President-elect Cleveland any better
than when he was sheriff of Erie coun¬
ty, a then petty office which only a
hungry lawyer would accept ? And so
of the rest of them. The mechanic who
