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TI1E%i>H<Er¢Ix;

TO CORRE§_EONDENTS.

Isusn PATRIOTIC DEFENCE FUND.——-—Tl1e following appears in
fibae Irishman .'

“ We are not aware that a single shilling has reached this
munt1'y from America for the defence of the Phoenix prisoners,
on: for the relief of the family of Daniel Sullivan, of Bonane.
Money, we believe, has been collected in America ostensibly for
{these purposes; but we have not heard of any having been
Eat‘?!

The above may possibly have reference to the contributions
fistely collected in thisiity, under the title of the “ Irish Patriotic
Defence Fund,” but now known as the “Fenian Fund.” The
gin-ties who subscribed knew very well thatwthe money was not
in be applied to any such purposes as above stated, and we now
imphatically assert that no money has been received by any
person here, that we are aware of, for such objects. We know
fiat when sums were sent forward under that impression, on one
6!‘ two occasions, they were refused, and the parties sending
@111 were distinctly told that the Fund in question was not to

. he as applied. When it was found that the title “Patriotic De-

flame Fund” was misunderstood by certain cavillers who had
meshing whatever to do with it, and who never contributed a
meat towards its real object, it was changed to one whose mean-
ling could not be well misconstrued. We assure our cotemporary
fiat its establishment did not owe its origin to the recent po-
Efical arrests in Ireland. Those who have contributed to it,
& are thereby entitled to make enquiries as to the proper
ihgosal of their money, can at all times satisfy themselves on
fink head by making application in the proper quarter. To no
anthers is any explanation due.

“The mistress of the seas,”

Says the shan van vocth,
Eschews the battle breeze,
Says the shan van vocth ;

And, falling on her knees, '

She’ll quafi‘, if “Boney ” please,

Dishonor’s very lees,

Says the shan van vocth.

The treaties that she wrought,
Says the shan van vocth.
With all her strength and thought,
Says the shan van vocth ;
The treaties,—carnage-fraught-
With blood and treasure bought,
Are trampled on as nought,
Says the shan van vocth.

Helena was in vain,
~ ' Says the shan van vocth,
The jailer and the chain,
Says the shan van vocth;
The Eagle she wouldfain
Have buried in the main,
“ Soars solar heights” again,
Says the shan van vocth.

While Gallic legions tread,
Says the shan van vocth,
The pathless mountain head,
Says the shan van vocth;
Before whose banners spread,
Old England, in her dread,
Sits spinning cotton thread,
Says thke shan van vocth.
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* Cxmrus.

We have taken the liberty of omitting two verses, wherein
Ehdmus devotes England to the infernal gods, the same being
fiat: sulphurous for the weather, in the guage of which Cadmus
E5 savagely out.

The translation of the refrain “ ’S go di tu mavourneen slawn”
 _in the “Welcome” by Cadmns, is as follows :—mayest
fihee be safe, my darling. Cadmus should learn to spell his
‘Sselic more correctly. The proper orthography is, “Go d-tzyh
4:40 zzzkuimin slazm.”.

W‘ feel deeply indebted to our friends in the country who
have been so prompt in taking an interest in the PHGNIX, and
forwarding subscriptions for the cause. The PHCENIX advocates
in the cause of Ireland.

We also return thanks to our friends in the city who are ac-
tively procuring subscribers. We have no authorized agent for
tint purpose at present.

In any case where the PHCENIX fails to reach our subscribers
in due course, they should promptly notify this office of the

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PH(E‘»3lX SPECIAL NOTICES.
We perceive that our recent notices of Lanigan’s Mattrass and
Eedding Emporium at 67 Bowery, one door above Canal St., has
invoked the poetical talents of some lover of “tired nature’s

sweet restorer, balmy sleep.” The Sunday Mercury contains an

aerostic poem, entitled “ Montebello,” wherein the poet (after
.4;-.:’:tolling French bravery) asserts that peace and one of Lani-
«gganls beds, is preferable to war. There may be some truth in
Skis, for his warc—rooms are filled from roof to basement with
 cry article in his branch of business.

The Seer who advised to keep the head cool and the feet warm,
must have studied the human system to some purpose. We were
,§xtunate enough to make the acquaintance, some time since, of
-2. person who supplies, in the most perfect manner, the means of
mareiplying with the first of these requisites. J. S. Woons, 410
!Z}ra.n.d street, manufactures Hats which are light, cool, and com-
fiartable, and challenges New York for their WATER-PROOF quali-

.i;’£.es.

"To IR1sH.uEN.—Robert Coddington, Bookseller & Bookbinder,
3,55 Bowery, one door above fourth street, New York, keeps con-
fiantly on hand a fine assortment of Works on IRELAND, MILITARY
“lisirrrcs, CATHOLIC PRAYER Booxs, Nnwsmrnns, MAGAZINES, and
-SHTIONERY of all descriptions, very cheap.‘ Bookbinding in
emery style. Military Companies and Societies supplied at
wholesale prices. 3—3t

A CARD.——At a meeting of the Smith O’Brien Committee,
held at the Astor House on Thursday evening, the 9th inst., it

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W Resolved, That the thanks of the Irish American citizens of this
metropolis are due, and are hereby tendered to Col. Charles A.
.,Ste£son, proprietor of the Astor House, for the uniform kindness

and courtesy with which he has extended to them the gratuitous‘

use of the Parlors of his magnificent hotel, on every instance in
which they have had occasion te assemble for deliberation, but
more particularly during the periods preceding the arrival and

ture of the illustrious patriot, William Smith O’Brien, on
his late visit to this country.

Resolved, That a copy of the above resolution be handed to
«€503. Charles A. Stetson, and that it be published in the New York
Herald, Tribune and Times, and in all the Irish American jour-
axis published in this city.

Signed on behalf of the Committee.

JOHN KELLY, ANDREW CARRIGAN,
P. M. HAVERTY, JOHN MANNING,
P. L. ROGERS, WILLIAM L. COLE.

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‘THETRH®NI{:

NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JUNE 18, 1859.

THE IRISH ELECTIONS.

THE elections in Ireland have resulted in a farce.
The Liberals are in a sad minority. Property or
local influence has asserted its sovereignty, and
where it was impotent, the Liberals themselves
have generously stepped in and given it a help-
ing hand. In Kilkenny eveg one supposed that
they could afford to play the fool to any extent, and
so they went at it with a good will. George Henry
Moore came all the way from Mayo, and Sergeant
Shee, all the way from London, to save the county,
and the county saved itself, for good or ill, from
both. They realised, in relation to each other, that
interesting operation which history records of the
the cats of that region. They rather improved on
the quadrupeds, for they did not spare even the tails.

It must be admitted, too, that both of them de-
serve credit for the industry and jaw-power, which
they respectively brought to their tasks. Each of
them ground the bones of the other with a desper-
ate relish that must have been refreshing to the God-
forsaken (as it was supposed) gentry of Kilkenny.
According to Moore, there was but one salvation
for the county-his own return—and one damna-
tion—the return of Sergeant Shoe; according to
Shee, the salvation and damnation were exactly the
other way—according to both, the county has been
doubly damned. One fact adduced in proof of Shee’s
moral depravity and physical inability was, ‘fiiat he
lived in London, and hid himself from Christmas to
midsummer, in some dingy den about Lincoln’s Inn
fields, with the dry bones of Coke and a few elderly
spiders for his companions, while the Sergeant
flailed away at the disreputableness of herding with
low spendthrifts, jockeys and blacklegs, in the nether
regions of Connaught. T

That there are many good men in Ireland who
fret at thisiresult is a most melancholy fact ; such
are habit and associations of long standing. The
electors were roused to assert their own independ-
ence on behalf of emancipation, being, theretofore,
the mere tools of ‘the landlords. Then, indeed, the
return of a member had some significance. It was
a blow struck at fetters in which the rust was al-
ready corroding. Again, when the repeal of the
Union became a test question, there was a meaning
and high purpose in electing a man, pledged to that
measure. But as soon as the Repeal members, for
whose returns such efforts and sacrifices were made,
dropped into anti-Repeal berths, the business of pil-
ing the mountains began to look exceedingly like a
farce.

Later still, a “ Catholic defence association” was
got up, wherein every breed of rascality, venality and
trickery assumed a cowl, the better to plot, and cal-
culate, and speculate, behind it. Keogh, not yet a
suicide, except in character, and Sadlier, in that
respect, “un fait accompli,” led the procession. But
even so, it was just and proper, and, indeed, impera-
tive on the electors to sustain the men, be they
knaves twenty times told, and sells twenty times
sold, who undertook to defend the inviolability of
conscience and the independence of the church.
But, when the people saw through the cowl, or when
the wearers, impatient of its screening, tore it with
their own hands away, it is nothing short of miracu-
lous that they continued to feel any more inter-
est in the return of a member to parliament than
they would in a dog fight, or the ascent of a child's
balloon. They saw one of their champions made a
judge, another of them a baronet, another a sti-
pendiary, and another a tide-waiter -—what, in fact,
they all were from the beginning. They saw that
“Repeal,” “Catholic integrity,” and “Tenant right,”
meant self, and nothing but self. And yet they
clung to the delusion like monkeys in a circle, no
matter how often it turned.

We regard the Kilkenny result as a symptom, in-
dicating that the disease has reached its crisis. The
patient may be exhausted and feeble, but nature
will have full play now. The delirium is over. Quiet
and air, and healthy nourishment are all that are
needed now. And let us here for a moment consider
what earthly ground there is for the regrets of our

disappointed friends, who regard the defeat of such

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fi@‘To avoid mistakes, the friends of THE Pl:'[(ENIX in sending'a. champion as Moore in the light of a disaster.

Does any one suspect that his voice would command
a hearing in the London Parliament ? Bah l When
O’Connell was there, with seventy-four votes at his
command, and backed by at least a dozen, compared
to whom in intellect, influence and eloquence, Moore
is the merest pigmy, the utmost he could effect was,
to provoke an angry laugh. He was then advised
by those who were indignant at seeing him made a
mockery and laughing stock, to withdraw from the
House, to fling his defiance at it, and at least show
that if he could not awake its attention or influence
its action, he would not be a party to the juggle
therein enacted, on the pretence held out to the
world that it was a branch of the Parliament of the
entire Empire. He refused to take that advice then.
It was persistently urged on him for years, and at
one time nearly carried into effect; but time and
labor had told upon him, and he shrank from
the responsibilities, so gigantic a measure involved.
From that day forward the influence of Ireland in
the Imperial House went downward. By degrees the
Irish member came to be regarded at first needy, then
saleable, then utterly venal, and finally, not worth
the breath that it would cost to corrupt him. Now
he is a helpless lacqey. Think of George Henry
Moore disporting his eloquence before an audience
where his colleagues are held in such esteem; the
very reporters in the gallery scofiing at him as an
intellectual gladiator. From the “House” we expect
nothing—-from a London parliament hothing—from
a Dublin one, of a like character, nothing—absolute-
ly nothing. Were every Irish member a Solon and
Demosthenes united, they could make no impression
there, unless they had recourse to trick, and played
a gambler’s part between the two great parties.
But such as it is, a fox-hunting noncntity from Kil-
kenny will have more weight there than an eloquent
politician who has made patriotism a profession.

Let us not be understood as questioning Mr.
Moore’s integrity, or denying his ability. We do
neither. But his greatest admirersnnust admit that
he is full of idiosyncracies, impracticable, and too
fond of his own hobbies. His “Tenant Right” was
a creature of his own. He would co-operate with
no one. He would nibble and quibble, and parte
to suit his aristocratic leaning, and at the same
time keep as square as he could with the popular
,breat-h. We think Tenant Right, where most lib-
eral, as not only useless but false, because it is
an admission by the people that the landlord system
in Ireland is defensible, and they so far confirm and
consolidate it. It is not only not desirable, but _in
that view detestable. But his Tenant Right is at the
same time detestable and contcmptible. If for no
other reason, then, we are glad he will have no the-
atre to ride his hobby on, distracting public atten-
tion by useless and pernicious display.

THE LANDLORDS GOING TO HANG CAPTAIN
ROCK.

Since the death of“stout Saxon Jessop,” of whose
demise we had something to say in the first number
of the PHCENIX, the landlords of Westmeath are in
exceedingly bad temper. They cannot understand
how the “stout Saxon,” armed with a brace of re-
volvers, his domicile garrisoncd by Her Majesty’s
Peelers, the big, heavy, black gallows on the front
of the jail in Mullingar, and all the terrors of the
law frowning upon the people, could have been so
quietly dispatched by the “captain,” as a waggish
acquaintance usezl to say, “in the middle of the noon-
day.” It puzzles them to find that the hanging of
Bryan Seery, for having been accused of firing an
unsuccessful shot at the exterminator, Sir Francis
Hopkins, did not put the fear of the law into the
heart of old Rock. In a state of disappointment
and alarm, twelve magistrates assembled at the
court-house, the other day, in Kilbeggan. They
were convened by one George Boyd, Esq., D. L.,
which means Deputy-Lieutenant, but the people
of Westmeath usually interpret it, the devil’s land-
lord. They passed a set of secret resolutions, which
the “Westmeath Guardian” gravely informs us,
would be “obviously unwise to give publicity to at
present ;” but the landlord organ could not avoid
stating that, amongst other sundry devices for the
head-pacification of the country and the capture,
probably, of Capt. Rock and the hanging and gib-
beting of all harborers of said captain, they re-
quired a penal police force of twenty-five men to be
quartered on the townland where the “stout Saxon”
met his untimely end, and their support to be paid
for by the poor farmers residing thereon, who had
no cognizance whatever of the fatal duel which had
taken place between Rock and J essop. It is one of
the features in Great Britain’s institutions to punish
the innocent for the guilty, when the guilty cannot
be caught ; but in the present case we cannot say
that there was guilt anywhere, for it was a fair stand-
up fight as any that is nowbeing fought in the valley

of the P0. The government promptly acceded to
their request; and, accordingly, twenty-five men

are now quartered on the townland of Kilbeggan ;
but old Rock might levy tribute on them some night
soon. The-poor devils who do the killing and other
villainous work for the British government, are
badly paid. They only receive twenty-five cents a
day, out of which they must support themselves ;

so the captain could exact no money contribution

from them, but he might look after their muskets.
The magistrates express great abhorrence at the
fact of Thomas Qlaffy, of Ballybrennan, Patrick Fay,
of Cloonagh, and Matthew Coffey, of Clonsingle,
who witnessed the combat, not having arrested old
Rock. They brand them as accessories to murder,
and call for additional legislation, if the law, as it
stands, be not stringent enough to have those poor
simple farmers strung up forthwith. The govern-
ment, no doubt, will grant their request ; and add
an additional penal law to their Draconian statute-
book. It is unreasonable in those irate and afi‘right-
ed landlords to cry out for the blood of innocent
men, because they happened to come upon the “stout
Saxon” and the outlawed captain in deadly conflict.
They contend, however, that they should have ar-
rested Captain Rock, and handed him over to the

hangman ; but they should have considered that the“ ‘ 

captain had an insuperable objection to put himself
upon the magistrates and British law, and that it
would be a work of some peril to arrest such a.
game old fighting cock ; besides, the captain was
merely avenging a common wrong. The magistrates
subscribed five hundred pounds for any information
respecting the whereabouts of the captain, and we
have heard it stated that Rock is about issuing a
proclamation offering therein a reward of two thou-
sand dollars to any person, or persons, who will
capture and bring any informer into his head-
quarters.

Now, if those landholders had the good taste, or
education enough, to read Tom Moore’s excellent
works, they might find somewhere the following
lines, which would make clear what now appears
mysterious to their law-abiding and tenant-robbing
worships :-

As long as Ireland shall pretend, like sugar-loaf turned upside
down,
To stand upon it’s smaller end, so long shall live old Rock’s
renown;
As long as Popish spade and scythe shall dig and cut the
Sasanach’s tithe,
And Popish purses pay the tolls on Heaven’s road for Sasanach
souls; «'
As long as millions shall kneel down, A
To ask of thousands for their own:

While thousands proudly turn away,
And to the millions answer—nay ;
So long the merry reign shall be,
Of Captain Rock and his family.

In the meantime, we would advise the twelve
magistrates, and all exterminatingly-inclined land-
lords to keep out of the way of Captain Rock. It
might also be well for the Peelers to keep a sharp
look-out for their muskets, as the captain has a
hankering desire after firearms of every kind.

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LET IRISHMEN STAY AT HOME.

The Irishman, born on Irish soil, cannot call any
other land his home. There are Ir‘ hmen, not born
in Ireland, who are Irish in heart a d instinct ; but
he who grew up to the years of manhood amid his
kindred and race, can never speak of Ireland but as
home. He may be an American citizen, true and
loyal to the institutions of the Republic, as any on
the continent ; he may own a house and lot, and be
well to do in the world ; he may have aspired
to and obtained a seat in the State Legislature,
with the prefix of Honorable thereby atttached to
his name-—t.he Hon. Tom, the Hon. Tim, the Hon.
Mike, or the Hon. Jim , as the case may be ; he
may secure the lucrative and important position of
a Member of Congress, and even succeed to the
dignity of a United States Senator, but disguise it
from himself as he may, he is still Irish—-he won’t
be allowed to become anything else ; and he cannot
help calling Ireland his home. Should he meet a
newly-arrived Celt, even in the White House, he
would unceremoniously ask, in the hearing of the
President, although he were a candidate for some
federal office, “What news from home ?” Amid the
scenes of boyhood, with all its tender recollections,
the heart lingers to the last. When it ceases to
throb for fatherland, it is an arid waste, without a
solitary spring—better it should beat no more.

We quote an article elsewhere, which advances
sound reasons, in a merely philanthropic and com-
mercial point of view, why emigration from Ireland
should cease. It should cease for these as well as
many other reasons of a higher order. The condi-
tion of nine-tenths of our people are by no means
improved by transplantation. We will pass by all the
dangers which they brave, the hardships which all
of them must endure before they can even obtain
employment in this country, and the pitfalls of vice
and depravity of every kind which surround them,
and ask why they should leave or allow themselves
to be driven from their homes like sheep to the
slaughter-house. The cause is obvious. The soil
of Ireland is owned by persons called landlords, who