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cape, now an old hat, pota, poitín, a
pot. There are vowel changes; as,
coca, a cock of hay, cuicín (kŭk'-a,
ku'-keen).
6. This rule of caol le caol runs
through all the declensions and conju¬
gations.
7. The second part of the rule, leath¬
an le leathan, broad (la'-han) with
broad is one easily understood. It
means, that when in an Irish word, a
broad vowel is found on one side of a
consonant, a broad vowel must be on
the other side. Thus when móin,
turf, takes the termination - a for the
possessive case, we cannot write móina,
but móna. So druim, back, has geni¬
tive droma; mil, honey, meala. In
these are such vowel changes also.
8. The rule caol le caol agus leath¬
an le leathan is observed, to some ex¬
tent, in forming compound words
Thus clog, a bell, and teach, a house,
when put together become cluigtheach
(klig'-hăcH, in Munster by metathesis
Kilg-ocH'); óg and fear become (ó'-gar)
To be continued.
Part III. of Father O'Growney's Easy Lessons
in Irish, of which we made mention in a recent
issue, will be printed next month.
Now those Gaals who desire to have their names
perpetuated in this particular phase of the Gael¬
ic cause by having their names included in the
list of benefactors to whom the work is to be de¬
dicated, should lose no time in writing to Father
O'Growney advising him of the fact. As already
stated in the Gael, the conditions upon which the
names are to be included in the dedicatory add¬
ress is, that each will donate $1. towards the cost
of publication — each contributor receiving, also,
as a present from Father O'Growney, a copy of
Parts I. & II., and of Part III. when issued. And
to obviate the necessity of sending the dollar di¬
rectly to Dublin, the contributor can send to Fa¬
ther O'Growney, thus. —
Rev. Eugene O'Growney,
Prescott,
Arizona.
The late Rev. Father J. T. Cahill, Ravenna,
O., remembered the Gael in his will. We hope
others, lay and cleric, will follow suit.
At the 10th Anniversary Re-union of Div. No.
2. A. O. H., Burlington, Ia., Brother Hagerty, a¬
mong other matter, said. —
Ceud míle fáilte a Shagairt a rúin,
Daughters and Sons of the Gael, and kind friends
who honor us with your presence at this, our first
celebration of the birth of our Division. — It is a
healthy child of "ten," God bless it and endow it
with the virtue, vigor and vitality of the grand
old race of which it is the offspring and represen¬
tative. And be theirs among the fairest homes in
heaven, with the Irish saints of old who, though
not now with us, are always of us, and for whom
we pray at every meeting of this Division as long
as it exists.
THE ANCIENT ORDER OF HIBERNIANS
is doubly strong with the aid of the Ladies' Aux¬
iliaries. It is the right arm of the Church in A¬
merica, as it was, under its various forms, in Ire¬
land, where it gave the body-guard to the hunted
Soggarth at the rude altar in forest, cave or moun¬
tain glen, when the head of a priest, a wolf or a
patriot was worth 5 pounds — $25. to the hunter.
the penal laws enacted after the Irish soldiers had
gone to France or elsewhere, after the signing of
the Treaty of Limerick, in 1691, “Treaty broken
ere the ink wherewith 'twas writ could dry," of
this infamous code Edward Burke said, * *
The Irish Language, Poetry, Music.
Knowledge fled and took refuge in the universities
of Europe founded in the 7th, 8th and 9th centu¬
ries by Irish monks and endowed by Irish kings,
as well as by Agricula, Charlemagne and others —
in Pavia, Paris, St. Gall Bobbio, Reichenau, Rat¬
isbon, Salamanca, Ypres, and elsewhere — to re¬
turn at the close of the 19th century. You have
been saluted in your national language this even¬
ing — the only one capable of expressing adequate¬
ly our grateful thoughts and feelings to you on
this inspiring occasion — the language that for 40
centuries has charmed and enlightened the world
of mind — of music — of poetry.
There were tears and fire in that m  ting tongue
Whose coldest word was a soulful song;
Ah, God how iron hearts were wrung,
By the wail of the keener haunted!
But O, how their chords again were strung
When the might of the Dead he chanted!
For music lived in the Old Land then.
When love made hearts and hearts made men,
And men wrought deeds again and again
That were worthy a minstrel's song."
THE RESURGENT GAEL.
That immortal tongue is the essence of poetry;
the soul of music. Its living bards compose and
sing as sweetly as did their sire in any past age.
Its students are multiplying all over the world
