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fine strong and influential in that beautiful country, here.he
«quoted some poetic phrases from Moore and others, and depict-
«ed the protestants then as most perfect followers of the meek
and lowly Jesus. enjoying an open bible and civil liberty given
to them particularly by that man of God—0liver Cromwell.
whose name with God, Devil, Jesus and the Pope, were spoken
-of with equal facility-—the audience meantime energetically
aheering and otherwise giving signs of approval. The speaker
referred to Oliver Cromwell, that lover of truth, justice and all
the endearing and cherished principles of the lecturer, also the
earnestness with which the said Oliver could say a prayer 01'
Eng 9. papist, all of which seemed to please the audience who
gave evidence of the same by approving remarks.

KingJames then came in for the most uncommon words in the
kglish language, the speaker at the same time giving a mourn-
fnl account of how the said Mass King sought to uproot the Saints

in Ireland and take from them all offices of trust, and fill their
plasma with papists, and all at the bidding of the Pope. "The
mtders, massacres, &c., of the peculiar people were referred to,
all going to prove that they were not that blood-thirsty race set
down in the page of Irish history. They continued to suffer
with meekness, until God raised up another deliver in the per-

- can of William, Prince of Orange, &c., (the reader knows the

test of the title). Nothing like words can give an idea of the

_ cheering, &c., and the furor of the speaker, who sweated pro-

finely, (oh, did not that yellow handkerchief do good service 2).
The siege of Derry, battle of the Boyne, Vinegar Hill, battle
at Aughrim, and the burning of “Scullabogue house and barn,

. occupied a good part of the lecturer’s time, with occasional re-

marks on the “Prentice Boys of Derry,” interlarding all with
some -very original poetry.

. The charge against the brethren of wishing to wade to the
knees in Papist blood was denied to the lecturer’:-3 satisfaction;
int where he particularly set the public right was, that the
Orange Society was not disloyal to the British Government;
flint they had always fought for the King and against the Pope;

_ that in every place where fighting was necessary, Waterloo,

Inkermann, Alma, Lucknow, and some others —tliat among the
dead on the British side—were always found some wearing the
Orange sash; even some of those who tied the poor Hiudoos to

. Ge cannon’s mouth were those who loved liberty and the

-Orange flag——ora.nge and blue.

He once mentioned Bunker Hill, but failed to state on which
isle did those fight, who bore and loved the Orange flag. He
finished the lecture in a few scattering remarks on different sub-

;i acts, but signifying that the American Protestant Association

could always depend on the Orange Society as being lovers of
iibetty, and, ti" at the members of said Society could burn church-
esand convents, and do other meritorious deeds for the love of
~God better than any other people on the face of the earth.

Loud calls for Brother Welch, whereupon Rev. Dr. Macme-
he-my wasintroduced. He wished to hear such a lecture once in
every week. Two “months had elapsed since he last heard
it, but he hoped Mr. Grogan would deliver his lecture on Irish
€)ra.ugeism, in all the large cities of this Union.

Brother Welch could not refrain from saying a few words, as
$5 lectur-er’s reference to Aughrim brought new scenes to his
memory. Aughrim was his native place and he was not ashamed
 to say so. The-PECENIX newspaper was now referred to in
ai"yis'sing but complimentary terms, and denounced as a trea-
snnabie journal, rabidly hostile to British civilization and
dominion, disrespectful to her Majesty, hostile to her throne
-and rule in Ireland, and a wicked propagator of rebellious doc-

The audience then dispersed, seemingly satisfied with their
Sweaty-five cent’s worth. The middle classes of Irish Orange-
Eim were largely represented, and the greater portion of them
had 3. sort of fierce, energetic look about them peculiar to those

‘I who entertain Old Testament and Puritanical views of God and

fiiugs in general.

DEATH OF AN IRISH PATRIOT.
“Enrrons PECENIX:—A nation that possesses men of mighty
minds, of superior abilities in everything that ennobles man in
:13! the walks of life, is not to be despaired of——although the

. flanking of its chains may be heard distinctly, its naticnal

voice hushed, its ancient fame discarded, it preserves still the
lfromethean fire that will light it to glory and independence.
The teachings and example of those great genuises, that shine

' -at with grandeur and magnificence, conduce many others to
,« Jlndeavor to mount the ladder of fame, and leave behind to pos-

iarity a rich inheritance.

Ireland has possessed men of sublime abilities, men who have
nobly vindicated the great Celtic race, in its superiority over
other races, in eloquence, poetry, war, gallantry, sentiment and
generosity-—a race that appears now to rise up in proud defi-
ance against the oppressors of humanity. _

One of the late arrivals from Europe, brings the sad intelli-
genes of the death of James Martin, of Cross-Drum, county

’ " lath, a poet, an orator, a philosopher, an antiquarian, a pow-

uful cofitroversialist, an eminent scholar, distinguished in sci-
 and Biblical knowledge. A man who despised the favors
-d’ the great, the proud and haughty, is gone from the world of
currows. He died full of years—eighty winters had nearly
tolled by ere the old man was gathered to his fathers.

' He was honored by all true men, who love worth, talent and
integrity--he was not the panderer of class or party. His soul
was grand and comprehensive-—his country’s desolation called
forth from him many a plaintive lay; his tongue and pen were
unlisted strongly in its favor. The writerof this communication

 "enjoyed some pleasant and profitable hours listening to his elo
I q,ucnce——-so full of knowledge and wisdom. An eloquence that

would enchaiu the listener, flowing‘, like a mighty torrent,
-sweeping before it everything that would attempt to. mar its

' gmgress. His knowledge of languageiiwas extensive, he could

-change Bible quotations, from Hebrew, Greek and Latin, into
&glish, with ease and perfect clearness.

A He was a pious Roman Catholic, a powerul defender of Catho-
Eicity, a. terror to those men of the Reformed Churches, who
ismnld be eager to gain notoriety by engaging with Catholics in
polemical discussion.‘ He lived in a neat cottage on two acres
-25?‘ ground, contented, social and happy. He was poor as poets

*..-‘x.ave been before; but he was truly rich, for he had what the
‘ ‘ancients styled “the treasures of the soul”——books, wisdom and

philosophy. Wealth, rank or position in the world could not
gurchase the iucorruptible old man; he lived for God and his
cnsantry. I-lis writings were devoted to the people, to the pea-
santry and the poor—-layman and cleric——were his friends, and
hmidreds flocked to his burial to pay the sad rites to the great
dcgrarted.

A free nation would be enriched by possessing such a treasure
35 3593- a national monument would be erected to his memory to
perpetuate his worth to the remotcst posterity.

A nation in chains; and servitude cannot elevate its noblest
sons to fame and distinction; the trimmer and time-server
thrive best amidst the desolation and ruin that the loss of
liberty entails on humanity.

His works were published to some extent by subscription,
and those the old man served himself, besides the general sales
made by him, in his travels in every part of Ireland. I have
not an opportunity of enumerating his works in full, nor giving
specimens of his writings in prose or poetry; some who may
read this, will be induced to write more fully on what I have
but incidentally alluded to. He wrote many years ago a “Tale
of Waterloo”, in poetry, very much esteemed; a poem on
“Repeal;” and his last poem, if I am rightly informed, was styled
“John and Mary.” I have no copies of his works, and I may
have mis-named them; if so, I will be highly pleased to be set
right in that regard by those who have the productions of the
deceased. Requiescat in pace. Yours, respectfully,

Feb. 25, 1860. James MCCORMICK.

 

MR. PIIELANS’ (IIIALLENGE T 0 THE GREAT FRENCH
BILLIARD PLAYER. *

ASHORT time ago, certain gentlemen in this city, proposing
to get up a grand billiard tournament of all the best players in
the world, wrote to M. Berger, the champion player of France,
to find if his attendance could be secured. M. Berger, however,
desired to have a certain sum secured to him in the event of his
visit, in which case he proposed to play the American champion,
and give him the odds of 25 points in 100. These terms were
not acceded to, but M. Berger’s offer has elicited the subjoined
letter from Mr. Phelan:

Mos. P. C. Baaomz, BERGER, Baos. &Guri.LuaMiN, Run Mom'-
PENSIER, No. 10 PARIS:——Si1': Having seen a letter from you,
dated December 21, 1859, addressed to the editor of Wilkes’
Spirit of the Times, in which you state that Mr. C. Berger's chal-
lenge at the French game will stand against all players whe-
ther Amcrican or of any other nation at twenty-five points on
one hundred, carom game, an 1 probably at twenty on fifty, I
take the liberty, as an American billiard player, of saying, in
reply, hat I am ready to accept that challenge, (except the
odds, which I d cline.) and will play M. Berger, even at his own
French game, for $5000 or $10,000 a side, on one of my tables,
in the city cfN- w York, the balls used to be 2% inches in diame-
ter, the number of points not to be less than 500; the game to
be played in public. I will al.ow him $500 for his expenses in
coming to America, and will require that I shall be notified of
his acceptance at least four months previous to the date of
playing. _ .

I may be pardoned for thinking that you form rather too low
an estimate of American billiard players. If.I am mistaken,you
will be the gainer by 535.000 or $l<l,0 0, as you may desire.

As soon as I am notified of the acceptance of this proposition,
1 will be ready to deposit the necessary amount in the hands of
any responsible parties who may be agreed upon. Yours, truly,

February 9. MICHAEL PnitI.~N,_i_i7 86 Broadway, N. Y.

TIIE F0Ry1100.i11A  PRIZE FIGHT.

Without pretending, says a London Paper, to any special
knowledge about the great prize fight, of which all sporting
men are talking. we may mention that it is to take place on the
16th of April, and that it will be fought privately, though not
perhaps confidently, not very far from llildenhall, a little vil-
lage-town in Suffolk, on the Eastern Couzities line of Railway.
Mr. Smiles, the secretary of the Soiith-l<.‘astern Railway, was ap-
plied to, if our information be correct, for a special train along
hisline, but, as might have been expected, the concession has
been refused. The shareholders will probably endorse this de-
cision with their approval at their approaching half-yearly meet-
ing in the event of the question being raised. The assailants in
the forthcoming battle are Tom Sayers, “the.Champiou of Eng-
land,” and a young fellow who is called “The Benicia Boy,"
an American, who has recently arrived in this country for the
purpose of fighting any body who wishes to distinguish himself
;-ugilistical’y, especially “ the Champion of England." from
whom he wants to get "the belt,” in order to take it across the
Atlantic. Tom Sayers, the present champion, is, according to
common rumor, a small man, at the somewhat mature age of 38.
He may, therefore, expect some rough treatment from a young-
ster of 22 who fought the American champion, but without
success. Mr. Sayers, it appears, followed the honorable occupa-
tion of a bricklayer, until he got a taste for fighting, and when
he got a little “ up ” in the world had the presumption to
challenge‘ Ben. Caunt, who had “the belt.” The magistrates of
Middlesex, with a propriety of conduct which cannot be too
highly commended, told "‘ Ben ” that he might do one of two
things.-—1st, that he might fight, and not get his license for his
public house in St. Mart_in_’s lane; and 2d, that he- might not
fight, and have his license continued. The valiant man of pugi-
listic lame preferred his license to his fists, and Tom Sayers be-
came champion of England without a fight. Now a veritable
Yankee challenges him, and the bets are in favor of our ‘Cousin.’
There is a rumor in sporting circles that the ‘ roughs” will not
allow the American to win, and that if he should get the advan
tage, there will be a wrangle with a view to deprive him of his
honors. Without caring much for the result——which, it will be
admitted without much. doubt will not affect our national inte-
rests—it may be hoped that Tom Sayers and young “ Benicia ”
will have fair play. ‘ -

INCIDENT IN THE LIFE OF IVASHINGTON.

A correspondent writing to the New York Herald gives the
following incident in the l" of Washington.

In 1796 I heard the farmer referred to narrate the following
incident:—-Said he, when the British troops held possession of
New York, and the American army lay near West Point; one
morning at sunrisc..I went forth to bring home the cows. On
passing a clump of brushwood I heard a moaning sound, like a
person in distre-s; on nearing the spot I heard the words of a,
man at prayer. I listened behind a tree. The man came forth
—it was George Washington, the Captain of the Lord’s host of
North America. This farmer was a -member of the Society of
Friends, who, being oppoaed to war, on any pretext, were luke-
warm, and in some cases opposed to the cause of the country
He was a Tory, however. Having seen the General enter the
camp, he went to his own house. “Martha/’sa.id he_ to his wife,
"-we must not oppose this war any longer. This ‘morning I
heard the man George Washington send up a prayer to Heaven
for his country and I know it will be heard.” This friend dwelt
between the lines, and sent Washington many items concerning
the movements of the enemy, which done good service to the
good cause. From this incident we may infer that Washington
rose with the sun to pray for his country, he fought for her at
meridian, and "watched for her in the silent-hours of night.

Her ‘Majesty’s criminal subjects in England and Wales, ac-
cording to official returns. are in number about 160,000, of whom
about a fifth are in gaol, and the other four-fifths at large, pur-
suing their nefarious avocations. Upon the most moderate cal-
culation, each criminal preys upon society to the extent of £75
a year, and thus the 138 000 at large may be estimated to cost
the public in the shape of plunder about £l0,000,000. But to
this are to be added the charges for police, prosecutions. pri-
sons, &c., making nearly two millions and a half more, and a
total in round numbers of fully £12'.500.000. The thieves thus
cost them more than the navy, nearly twice as much as the land
forces, and more than twice as much as the poor, nxtorting from
them a revenue equal to a fourth part of the contributions to the
support of the State. If we could see the charge in the shape
of a rate, the thieves’ rate for England and ‘Wales would be
about 12s. Gd. 9. head for man, woman, and child. A thief is
supported by every 120 of us. The male criminals are to the
female in the proportion of two to one. but a much larger pro-
portion of the females are at large. Under sixteen years of age
there are upwards of 12,000 males, and half as many females,
to recruit the felonious ranks.

B IR TH.
L.in::i.\'—-On.Sunday, the 12th_ 1_1l_t., at her residence, in Smith
street, Brooklyn, East Divis:on, the lady of J. J. Larkin,

   

Esq., M.D., of a son.

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CORRESPONDENCE.
DR. (}AHILL—IRISH EJIIGRA TION--A VOICE FROM
THE GREEN M0 UNICAINS.

MON rPll.I.IER, V'r., Feb. 13, 1860.

Enrrons PH(E!\‘IX: Dear Sirs—I am glad to see that there is
one paper at least that fearlessly contradicts the erroneous
statements of supposed Irish leaders: such as Smith O’Brien and
Dr. Cahill. It is cheering to see that the Irish mind is aroused
on this subject of emigration and nationality; and very natural,
for Dr. Cahill has written letters from America, to the Irish
people in Ireland, which surprises every Irishman, every lover
of that down-trodden land, our beloved Ireland; surprises us,
because of the inaccuracy of his statement; i-urprises us, because
we believe, as a natural consequence, they will prove most dis-
astrous to the people, (if not counteracted in time.) and also
detrimental to the cause and country we love so dearly. And
why? because the tenant farmers, laboring classes and me-
chanics are the “hope of the country.” It is they who hold, with
a death-like grasp, a grasp for life or death, which from genera-
tion to generation, they never would relinquish! Should they
now, after seven hundied years of bloody warfare against those
same classes, and persecutors, resigning the brightening hope
when the morn begins to dawn, and the long, long night of
despondency and despotism are vanished—I opine not, oh no;
for never, since the days of Emmet, were the hopes of Irelund’s
regeneration so brilliant, so clear, so near a reality! Why, then,
should we not feel a dagger at our hearts, when any man. or set
of men. attempt to draw a. cloud over our bright and glorious
hopes, and overturn the foundations of our national strength.

I have always been a steadfast advocate of Dr. Cahill’s name.
With pride I read his philipics of “J ove;” with disappointment
and mystiflcation I read his letter now! The reason is obvious-—
the elevation of my country is mv cherished and unyielding
hope; not that I wish the Doctor ill; no, no; but because I be-
lieve with the majority of lrishmeu in America, who now thank
God that our country must be rid of the plunderers, the galling
yoke, the Saxon robber. Consequently, when I read such letters
from such a man as Dr. Cahill, from whom we expected some-
thing better, it grieves my heart with pain——I feel bound, as a
duty to that land of sorrow, to say a word of refutation. When
I hear of an influential man advocating emigration from his
native land, for the purpose of making the people worse. and
does so knowingly.‘I may well exclaim: “In the name of my
country, save me from my friends!”

I will not now accuse the Dr. of betraying his country, or her
people, but if he continues to write such erroneous statements,
and not contradict what he has said, most certainly I would do
so. Now is a time, when our most sacred religious rights are
denied ; when the Pope himself is threatened with expulsion,
and a curtailment of his legal rights. He appeals for justice,
but in vain. Irish brigades are wanted, and “promised to
the Pope.” yet Dr. Cahill encourages emigration.

Oh, let the “bone and sinew” of Erin alone; let the “hope of
Ireland” form brigades ; nay, tell them, encourage them to do so;
encourage them to hold fast to that which is good—tlieir conn-
try—and stand firmly by its green hills; invoke the God of bat-
tles. and die, if necessary, by striking the fatal blow at the heart
of the arch-conspirators, the respoiisii-le ones, for the present
troubles of the Pope—the English Government. Better to die,
Dr., far better, battling for the freedom of our country, than to
come to this land of America, and work on railroads, or enter
factories. perhaps never to come out, but be crushed beneath
their ruins. encircled by devouring flames (resembling hell it-
self‘ from which there is no redemption; oh, yes, far better:

The time has come, when our people will not be duped, and any
man, no matter who is, who takes upon himself the responsibility
of aiding or doing the work of our enemies, will meet the fate
he justly deserves, and be shuned by a people who are striding
on to freedom

In the name of justice, then, I protest against such letters.
such statements, of the “ only czccreclitml source of information”
from this country, and warn our people at home to be careful.
and remain where they can live “degraded, ignorant Irishmen.”

1f the Dr., or any other man. don’t think well of aiding us, all
we ask of them is, to let us alone, let the country alone, let the
people alone ; don’t mislead them, they will do the right thing
without the assistance of cowards knaves, or slaves: this is all
we ask. If such men don’t want to openly betray us, let them
not seek our confidence, and then desert us, and discourage the
timid.

I hope that the name of Dr. Cahill will not be placed in the
category of Ireland‘s enemies: he has done a good deal ; there is
hope for him yet ; let him but retract, and the wounded Irish
heart of America will forgive. True to old Ireland, I remain,
fraterually yours, Smavnsauox.

"—c"

CAUTION T0 IRISIIMEN INTENDING T0 EJIIGRATE.

Bosrov, Feb. 6, 1860.

To THE EDITOR or run DUBLIN IRISHMAN-——DEAR SIR: Before
this reaches you, you will be in possession of the most false
statements that ever ear hath heard or eye hath seen; and that,
too, from the pen of the Rev. Dr. Cahill, in his second letter
from America. He first addresses the small tenant farmers, the
tradesmen, and laboring classes in Ireland; and in so doing.
writes from a first-class hotel, and describes the grandeur of said
hotel in detail, and the rate of board therein, inside of whose
walls probably not one of whom he addresses would ever enter.
He likewise says that all the shopping places are called streets,
and the private residences called avenues. Nowil call upon the
Dr., as he meets everybody and sees everything, as he says him-
self-—-he surely must know this one thing-—to tell his beloved
fellow-countrymen how many ry‘ their kindred re.s"de in these
avenues I fear the doctor will be able to give but very poor
satisfaction on this point to those whom he would dupe to leave
their homes. I would advise the doctor to remember the old
saying, look before you leap; and in so doing, to look down into
the cellars, and up into the attics four or fiv’e stories high, and
then he may be able to give a more accurate account ofhow his
beloved fellow-countrymen are situated on this side of the At-
lantic. I am very much mistaken in the doctor, if he would
like very well to be doubling himself, going up a dark and nar-
row staircase;.but without doing this he never can send a cor-
rect account to his beloved fellow-countrymen. Let him paya
visit to the Five Points, to Water and Cherry streets. and to
several others still worse, and" then he may be able to describe
the Irish residences in New York: and the same will tell for
every other great city in this great republic. Let him take a
promenade along the wharves, as no doubt he has done. but let
him have the honesty to confess the many he has seen there out
of employment, and able-bodied men at that. I say he caught
them there by the thousand who would be very glad and thank-
ful to him if he could show or tell them where they could earn
thirty shillings of English money a week at either the brush.
the shovel, the pick or the hod; and yet he asserts that there is
employment for ten times the number there is in Ireland: and
that is not all, he gives the scale of wages, and in round figures
too. Now he either wilfully states a falsehood, or is wofully
mistaken; but mistaken he cannot be, as he says he speaks from
facts. He says that tradesmen are employed by the month,
with support tailors excepted. That is false, and notoriously
so. The fact is that mostly every one of his beloved at this side
openly declares that he is putting forth the -most barefaced mistae-
ments that ever the moat malicious enemy of our race penned.
Nhey cannot be for a good purpose as far as his beloved are con-
cerned, and surely they are not, for what everybody says can’t
but be true: and this is what they do say. that his letters are
full of treachery, and that he is a traitor. But the Dr. says that he
is a national agent: so says everybody else also, buta British one
at that. He says that no one shall be believed henceforth but
him concicrning how the Irish are situated in this country. It
reminds me of the man being thrown overboard as dead, and be
crying out “me not dead at all;” and be getting for answer, “did
hr: know better than the doctor;” of cour e why should he, as life
did not concern him as much as the burthen of him did the
doctor. Now I really think that the doctor’s beloved fellow-
countrymeu are as a burthen, or rather as a terror to him and
his aristocratic friends, and that it matters very little to him in
what manner he can induce them to leave their home; for.;to
force them by wholesale would, I believe, be a dangerous tllléflg
at present. Ah! litttle does the doctor care for the hardships
to be endured fr om the moment they leave their native land
before they reach here, many of whom would never; set foot-on
dry land again; but no matter, then they would be out: of

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the way. He knows but very little how his beloved are treated
on board an emigrant ship, carrying from four to nine hundred
passengers He should see himself there in a storm, and I war-
rant the doctor would wish to be bavk in Ireland. He should
see married and single all huddled together. for the space of six
or eight weeks with but one common place for cooking. Often
I have seen many of them go without a bit of food for 24 hours
and more, as thousands can testify. The Dr. did not experience this
certainly. be came in a first class steamer as a first-class cabin
passenger, no doubt, and when he landed, put up at a first-class
hotel. and first-class he meant to be, even if it were a first-class
liar, but ho 1 how different it would be with his beloved fellow.
countrymen when they would land, the majority of them home.
less, frieiidless, pennyless, for mind, the Dr. says they would re-
quire friends to receive them when they would land; and, in-
deed. I say so too. Many a man and woman thinks at their
leaving home, that they have nothing to do, but the moment
they land. to walk right into a friend’s house, and from that
into a good paying and comfortable employment, but too often
they find that such is not the case, and that. to their grief the
ever lefttheir native and. Many a man and woman. afterlandy.
ing here have to wander hundreds of miles away from friends
and neighbors in search of employment. many of whom will not
see a Catholic chapel from one end of the ‘year to the other
Now, it is often the case that men and women. after workin .
hard for it, is cheated out of their wages, and while earning 1%
treated with the utmost contempt. Ma y a heart-reudino (.31.:
could be told of this haven of refuge as the Dr. would ]m;e his’,
beloved fellow-countrymen believe it to be ; but in truth it of-
ten proves to be the Wreckers beacon. Now. it is quite plain
that the Dr. is found out, and that he is no more nor less than 3,
British agent ; that he is the wolfin sheep’s clothing, th(.,.e is no
doubt. He says it is his office to select a home for his distressed
countrymen. Now, the Dr. does not mean all he says: surely
not; for where. on 3od’s earth, could an Irishman be ILl0I‘a at
home than in his native land. and his own land. by all law hu.
man and divine, except that British law. of which ’
fond, that he. at one time, not very long ago, told his; bpyoved
fellow-coimlrymen that if occasion required. they should sell
their clothes to support that infernal law, a bloodir-1' code than
which never disgraced either the pagan or the chri.slian world a.
law that directly consigned millions of his bl‘]()V0d 1,, f,,m;Sh’ed
and coffiniess graves, and that. too, in the memorv of every man
alive. Oh ! does he mean to make us love thatlaw ' it would
be far easier for him to make us believe that lie, at,one time
wifnvsserl a naval engageineiit in the starry firniamenfs. But if he
insists on loving British law, he should cease to address Irish-
men as his beloved. For my pavt. I would advice them if cc-
casion required, they should sell them to buy rifles and pikes
to ovt-rtbrow for ever that robber law—-and I think it wou]d be
more his duty foo--— and to make laws of their own. Now what
the Dr. says to be the truth. the whole truth. and nothing but
the truth. concerning the Irish here, I say is as true as the won-
derful adventures of Baron lliuuchausen. and I put him to the
test; let him get the signature of Archbishop Hughes, of New
York, to what he asserts, and then I have done with him for a
while.

However, in the name of God and your country counsel all of
whom he addresses 90 remain at home, and to make it their
home, by a good subsoiliug, and clearing out both branch
and root of these poisonous weeds, that have long smothered
our dearest of plants and fairest of flowers. In my opinion the
best implements to clear those obnoxious weeds would be the
pike and rifle. for. until they smell strong of powder, and feel
the smart of pointed steel, they can never be properly rooted or
routed. OaL_

TIIE NEIV GOVEBNOII OF CALIFORNIA.
BRooKLrN, Feb. l9, 60.

EDITOR or THE PnrnNix.—l\Iany of your readers will be glad
to learn that Ml‘. John Downey, the present GOVt:l‘l1OI‘ ofCa1i-
fornia, is a native of Ireland. From his earliest boyhood he
evinced a studious disposition, coupled with a stronrr intellectu.
al mind. He was born in f.‘-astlesampson, within 3, Few miles of
Athlone ; and when thirteen or fourteen years of awe. emigrated
to this country with his mother and SlSlPl‘S. Thczijylarrived in
Baltimore, Maryland; and under the auspices of the Roman
Catholic Bishop of that city, founded a seminary, called St. M a-
ry’s_Institute.,_in Bryautown, Charles County ——the number of
pupils attending which, at the present moment, is scarcely
equalled by any other seminary in the Union. Shortly after ar-
riving in Baltimore, he was apprenticed to an apothecary ' and
when his apprenticeship was served, he started for Califolnia
Here his gentlemanly and courteous conduct, and above all his;
unflinching advocacy of the rights of the people, brourrht ’him
into notoriety, and as a proof of their esteem for his aclive ser-
vices. they elected him State Senator. I

At the last election he was the successful candidate for Lieuten-
ant Governor ; but the Governor elect, the night previous to his
inauguration. having been elected United States Senator-_ in
place of Mr. Broderick, Mr. Downey became and has been duly

T. B. G.

IVATERLOO AND VINEGAR HILL.

John Mitchel, writiugto the Dublin Irishman, from Paris, on
the 25th January, furnishes the following graphic sketch. The
gallant old soldier is Colonel Byrne, a near relative of our friend
Captain Oliver Byrne :——- '

Many a stately old mililaire is to be seen in the streets of Paris
with white moustache and the small red 7-osaee on his breast 
but there is one amongst these war-worn ancients whom I wish
I could bring vividly before the eyes of your readers, for a rea-
son which will present-ly appear. Walking on some of these
bright winter days along the avenueof the Champs Elysees you
may see a tall figure, the splendid ruin of a soldier d’eli*e : hear-
ing himself still erect under the weight of eighty winters. Aged
as he is, the impression which his aspect gives you is not that
of a feeble venerableness. The grey eye is keen and proud: the
thin face bronzed and worn by war and weather, and the whole
bearing of that antique Roman head, give the idea. not of de-
criptitude, but of a certain dashing gallantry. The features are
very fine and delicately cut, with the undefineable thoroughbred
look, mobile and plastic to every impulse of feeling, of merri-
ment, resentment, benignant kindliness, as they could have been
even in the flush of his golden youth. For in truth he is of those
rare beings who never grow old: and though he should fill up
his century of years, he will not be venerable. You perceive
that he has the cross of an Ofiicer of the Legion of Honor’ and
twined with the rosette of that order is the chocolate-colored
ribbon of the St. Helena Medal—a decoration which our Anglo-
Saxon brethren do not admire. An old oflicer, then. of Napoleon
le Grand. His rank is that of chizfde-batnllion, equivalent to
that of Colonel in the British service ; and for all present pur-
poses it will do well enough to call him Colonel X-——. He has
marched over half Europe, and stood full often at the head of
his regiment on “the rough edge of battle 2” served in Spain, in
Germany, in Italy, in Greece. and at Flushing against the
Walcheren expedition ; so thatl suppose he has well won his
decorations and appointments.

In all this is nothing extraordinary. Five hundred French
oflicers, now living. have done all this; and walk when so in-
clined, in the Champs Elysees-—fine old heroes. too, with fire still
glowing under the grey ashes that strew their heads, and a spirit
full of fight yet. in any "stirring cause——sucli as the cause you
and I wot of Nevotheless if you knew all, you would gaze still
more earnestly on the face of Colonel X - , than on that of
any of his compecrs : for in truth be is the last link that con-
nects our enligh cued (but rather shabby) generation with yet
older and more terrible scenes than those in which he won his
crosses. Other and earlier memories cloud at times his clear
grey eyes; and through and beyond the battle smoke and thunder
of all Napoleouise fields, he has a vision of the pikemeu of New
Ross, and hears the fierce hurrah of Oulart Hill. That is to say,
this Colonel X —-— , before he served under Napoleon the First,
served under Father John Murphy. He was but a youngster of
eighteen, when two of his uncles, gentlemen of Wexford County,
were shot down in cold blood at _tliv..-ir own doors by a detach-
ment of the “Ancient Britoii.s”——lesl; they might have been per-
haps implicated in the Unltwl Irish Society. or would. could, or
should be thereafter irnplicated. Bands of tin.-peasaiitry, whose
house-shad been burned down. were ranging the hills, and at

1:. ugth, in dl‘,Sp(‘.I‘:ltl:lll, iiuclcr Father Murphy and the tall young-
ster, now Colonel k—--, they went to meet the Wexford militia

the Dr. is so .