AN GAODHAL.
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ven if he were an American citizen for fifty
years?”
We think the why is, that the Irish have not
the proper push in them in the right direction.
How could the Irish be respected when, in the
city of New York, with a million of their element,
they have not one newspaper to represent them.
Even the Gaels of that city have not the spunk
to publish a Gaelic journal, or even assist in the
support and circulation of the few already in ex¬
istence. If the Gaels of New York had an intelli¬
gent conception of the proper means to adopt
to assert themselves, they would publish a week¬
ly Gaelic journal. And such cities as Boston,
Buffalo, Philadelphia, Chicago, St Louis, Pitts¬
burgh, Cincinnati, Baltimore, New Orleans. St.
Paul, Minneapolis, Detroit, and San Francisco,
should have, at least, a monthly journal each. Irish
scholars to conduct them are plentiful in these ci¬
ties, but there is one indispensable contition wan¬
ting — that patriotic resolve to sacrifice a few dol¬
lars a year to cover their cost.
We hope the editors of British=American (inapt¬
ly called Irish=American) papers wont be offend¬
ed by the above resume, for they are too intelli¬
gent not to know that every paper published in
the English language is a compliment to, and ten¬
ding to the interest of, England. Just the same
as every book or paper published in the Irish lan¬
guage is complimentary to and in the interest
of Ireland.
In view of the encouraging condition of the
Gaelic movement, we hope all subscriber in arr¬
ears will pay up, that will encourage us to have
the paper out more regular.
Owing to the various bits of matter in this issue
O'Curry's Lectures are crushed out.
Gaels will learn with regret of the serious ill¬
ness of the Rev. E D Cleaver Dolgelly, N Wales
NÓRA NÍDH DÚGHDA.
[Nach deas a mholann an Saoi O'Gríomhtha Éire?]
A n-Éirinn seal do bhídheas-sa cois taoide ag iomall trágha
Gan brón ná buairt air m' inntinn 'sa an fhaoilleann lem' ais a
snámh
Bhidheach an fhuiseog ann 'sa smólach, sa lonn-dubh seinm binn
Acht bo binne guth mo Nóirín ná ceolta dá spreaga ar phíp.
Dá bh-feicfeá Nór' nídh Dhúghda mo rún í siubhal an fhéir,
Bo bhreághtha is bo Chúmtha í ná an Chuilfhion thug caith na Trae,
Bhí gruaig a cinn atuirling na lúba go troig síos léi,
'Sa rogsa glanna lonnrach mar druchtlinn a snámh air dhéis.
D'fhiafraigheas féin do spéirbhean bhreágha mhaorgha 'n bhrollaigh bháin
An aon dona mná déithe í thug Iason thar lear 'na bhárc;
D'fhreagair sí mé i nGaodhailge, árd-léighionta aig file is bárd,
Gur innghean do Chonnall tréan í do shaor sinn ó ghlasaibh stáit.
Nuair chuala féin na braithre chan spéirbhean na mbachall mbán.
Gur innghean do Chonall léighionta í do shaor sinn ó ghlasaibh stáit
Do phrab mo chroidhe is léim sé, ar aodhrach do sheinm dáin,
Go mbeidh riaghal is féis a n-Éirinn gan buidheachus ag fearaibh Fáil
An san beidh Nór' nídh Dhúghda mo rún í ag caithréim árd,
Beidh thata airthe is gúna rúnach do Bainrioghan stáit
Beidh clanna róighthe is prionnsuidhe 'na dtrúpaibh a teacht thar sáil
Ach le neach aco nídh gheobhadh sí, 's ní loinneach dóibh teacht na dáil
Anois ghlaodhfam chughaine an chú groidhe tá uainn ar fághan,
As tiocfa sé 'na dhúitche agcomhachta 'sa ngradam árd.
Beidh féastaighe is fleadh air búird ann, is lionta dá sgaipe ar chlár
Is pósfar Nór' nídh Dhúghda le prionnsa de fhearaibh Fáil!
Tomás Ua Gríomhtha.
