3' 3 PRICE SIXPENCE PIGHERAHOIIillST 341.5 = 583f Vu '^5?'^' ■Si--.- '■ yl .<*^-»v .i v-,^i*ft3":^ EMILE PICHE (CANADIAN PRIEST) C ^ .w*"s,*-...»^ •5^:«;is • ??^R.i!^'^'P5'' , ■■'•^' raartWiMifiiilUd M.H, GiuL * Son DUBUN lit •■■■.^'- r»' .-■.i--;' .v^n. r 3 05 •i'Vt t ,•*•*•- ■-tfiflft^ ■iff-' FOKEKrNErv A N I > N A 1^ I O N A L T S T hv \: Ml L \: ricJiK ('.VNA!>I.\.\ I'RlK.vr • « * • » . . • I • t ••. f . • • • * •t * • • r. « • • M. 11. G I 1. L A X I) S N O'CONNKIJ. SIKKEI' 1868 * 9 « « « • * a • ., • • • • M. M. r.lf.I AM) SOV, rUI.NTKRs, Dnui.v. AN 18S7 CIIKISTMAS I'.OX OF A NOT WF.I.COMK V,\T SK-MFTfANl' KIND, K) IIJK! AND's MOST (rN)l'.Kl,OVr.l) \NI) l.\ KK-TO-l»l>KEMKMlil.IlKl) AUTIiril JAMES BALFOUR. FOliEIONER AND NATIONALIST. A :\rYSTHIlTr)T^S FACT. TnK so-called ivranuy <»f the National lican-uo doos not reach 11-, ; tho natural hatred between political parties was never in existence in our hearts ; the prejudices of bigotry never darken our minds. We can roam tliroufi:h In^land's green fields without think- ing of our ])lundered properly, our departed glory. We do not see, lying at our I'eet, the remains of our ances- tors' castles, the graves of our beloved evicted friends. We can dieam of America, Australia, without a tear to .shed over our exiled brothers. Nevertheless, strange to say, in the midst of a poor, struggling population, surrounded by ]M.wcrful wealth, and by (?) peoplo whose help \vould be so useful towards our own welfare, we have become Nationalists. Is the air poisoned in .spite of the savoury exhalations from so many Orange tribunes? Has that " double dose" (u original sin peculiar to the Irish race been inoculated into our veins during night ? How is it that the famous irdmiMvi, Paniei/isin and Crinu, sent to cure us, did not stop the dreadful eifect of these unknown poisons ? How is it that the wealth and intelligence of Ulster have not enraptured our minds ? Would it be possible that in a country of laiv and order we have hecoma felons ? Moreover, for my part, I was born in a Canadian town. imdor the i)rot(>c(inn of the IJn'tisli ;land, to thank l[8. In the month of Tune, 1S82, I was on board the "Thomas Dugdale," bound for Belfast. I met a Uelfastman, u Protestant, speaking perfect French. Was he Monsieur do ? I cannot tell. "You arc j^oiut; to In 'land y" .said ho, with tlu- most :ist()iiish(»d intonation. " Yes, sir." " Wt'U, iir Hfivez roils prt'< ijue fottf y '"^f h ! ilu-se people must bo some of your Catholics!" When with Catholics I was surprised to hoar no accusa- tions against the Protestants as a body. Very often I heard them prai.s(> their separated brethren, and oven mention some of their kind acts wit - ;;ho greatest gratitude. Sometimes 1 followed the Protcstatit clerjjvnum i?oin<' throuirhtho Cathcdic quarter; I never heard a word against lilni, tliough I can hardly pass through the Orange streets of Lurgan without hearing the Pope sent to hell. These preliminary intercourses with my new countrymen, eDlicrlitciiod me greatly on their moral dispositions towards one another. I) lit, the following; facts that T shall narrate, showed me on which side was thi^ trutli. * •» * THE LITTLE CIIILDHEN. "VVe have often read in the loyalist papers, of little children bein<>: attacked bv a Catholic mob; of little chil- dren being- shiiightercd by the Nationalists ; of little chil- dren being fired at by Morley's murderers. God bless these little children ! But this is my experience of the little children of Ulster, experience repeated many times in the same month, sometimes under my own eyes. When the rank and Hie of the Orange party wish a fight, they send the terrible little children ahead. These innocent lambs rush to the top of a street, or a field (ray own, for instance i, they throw stones, curse the Pope to hell, and rouse the party feelings of the neighbourhood. As a rule, then, some passers by, or hearers, retaliate, and the little children disa]:)pear. But they return soon with more than seven devils more wicked and older than themselves ; they renew their insults, but are beaten back by the increasing force of the other party. Then the big brothers and friends, who are in ambush at a short distance, rush to the rescue of their "wee" neighbours. The police come at ianf, the Catholics are taken prisoners for having maliciously wounded " the little children." They are brought before the magistrates, A\'hen the big brothers swear that they were only defending their little brothers, and the whole party of Catholics is sent to Armagh jail for two months. 9 The next day we road in t he papers of the horrible outrage perpetrated by the reiiiaus on some innocent kimbs. From these *' Little Children," deliver us, (.) Lord! The cleverness of lliese people is wonderful. A month ago, when a dreadful drought and a score ling sun were in- tense, ten youngsters from the Orange quarter took a fancy to set on fire the hedge of my held. Seeing the smoke, I walked towards it, acc^oiupanied by a small fox-terrier, who has the double -nistake of never burking or biting. But the children soon saw mo, and all ran awav. The dog deliglited to be free, ran after tlif hirdsfii/inrj from the hedge. 1 made for llie bens, letting the dog enjoy himself. Seeing me coming along, tlio mothers and sisters of the culprits appeared on the scene, aud a little child in petticoats lying in the grass started up with pitiful cries running into his mother's arms. Meanwhile the dog had found me out. I was received with a perfect storm of imprecations by the maddened crowd. " 1 will have vou smnmoued," exclaimed the mother of the crying baby. " llow dare ^''ou, you o/d (I beg your pardon, ma'am), rascal, send your dog after my child. See, he is in tits now ! " " Yes," re-echoed the motley crew, " a summons for the popish priest. We have all seen him sending his dog after your wee infant — the poor thing." The other children Avere far away in tlie distance out of pursuit. I was beaten, I confess, and like the French king, I went back again up the hill under the tire of Mrs. Brannigan <^ Co. 10 AVhat a good thinf^ for the Unionist papers if the next day tluy could Luvc headed their leading article : Criei, Condkt of a Catholic Prikst ! An Infant Workied jjy his Dog ! ! Shocking ! !! * * * THE ruLICE ADMINISTRATION. There is no government in Ireland except the government of the Police. It claims infallibility. As a body, the Irish Constabulary are a fine set of men, and if they were not the government but simply the helpers of ixfair f/oi'eniment, nobody would find fault with them. But at the present stage of affairs, they sec or do not see, arrest or do not arrest, according to tho fancy, or direction, or polic}- of Dublin Castle, which is nothing else than a secret police organization. Without going any further in my thcor , I shall bring forward the following facts : The first year of my residence in Ireland I was passing before one of the barracks of my little town, and I met a group of factory girls, who, when they saw me, began to use their vocabulary of insults against priests and the Pope. A policeman who was at the door heard them, and saw them coming along. VTe were bound to meet at the barrack door. But he turned his head and walked in, so that before tlie very gate of "law " and *' order," they send t Pope to warm Quarters. I " Of course this was iny first year in Ireland, and in those [ days I thought that forbearance was the cure for these offences. I Another time a similar offence having been committed by young men, the sergeant asked me i"*.' it were my intention to prosecute them. But when a landlord and a Protestant clergyman are in- suited, they are not asked if they wish to prosecute, but every exertion, every move is made by the police authorities tliem- selves, and nothing is left undone to find out the culprits. Towards the end of September, LSH'i, on a Friday after- noon, the windows of my bedroom were smashed, and very large pellets scattered all over the room. Though strange indeed was the occurrenc(\ I first took a very lenient yiew of the case and said nothing about it. The following week a similar outrage was committed, and I thought wise to mention it to the police of Ulster, where /aw and order are the brightest gems of the English crown. I think right to add that b(nng yet a stranger in the town, I never had meddled with any political topic. The investigation was an easy one. The pellets had been fired in a straight line, and there was no possibility of that being done, on account of the disposition of the back buildings, imless from the window of a large store facing my room. A special inspector came and declared the same thing. Pellets of the same nature were found in the store, the owner of the shop sells arms and ammunition, and has under his care a certain number of clerks. At first the police manifested the greatest indignation at the dastardly outrage, there even was talk of applying the famous Crimes Act to the town. 12 But day after 'lay their feelings cooled down. At last the extraordinary inspector came with his special report. " It is a sad affair," said he, " but it would be better not to publish it ; retaliation always follows these acts, and innocent people suffer from it ^loreover, the outrage does not seem to me so great now. It may have been an air gun. I believe so myself. Won't you say so?" " Well no, sir." If this had been done in the South on a Bible reader, all England would hear about it. The gentleman seemed a little annoyed, and after a few words, left, never to come back. Mr. Biggar brouglit my ease before Parliament, the Chief- secretary gave him the answer of the extraordinary police investigator, and all was over. The Luryan Times referring to the case, called it "a mysterious occurrence," in an article which seemed to say that perhaps we had perpetrated the mischief ourselves, and the thing remained a mj'stery. The fact that it remained a mystery is for me the i/ii/sterious occurrence. Sunmier in Ulster is eventful in mysteries. Every July and August bring their own record. I shall never forget the comical scene I witnessed the l'3th of July, 1884. The 12th of July passed olf quietly. As a rule, noiv since public opinion is anrikened, Orangemen do not desecrate that day with their usual rowdyism. But the following days are the worst. We had two hundred policemen to keep the peace. The whole thirteenth tliey patrolled the Catholic district, V6 but left very freely the Orange quarter in the hands of the mob. Many Catholic young men and young girls were grossly insulted in those streets, and party feeling ran very high. Meanwhile, the spirits were running down the throats of Her Majesty's forces. At four o'clock I saw many of them as unsteady as their government. llv six o'clock vevv few men were fit for a iudicious and ])rudent service. ]\[ore than one disgraceful skirmishing had taken place with "the little chihlren." At eii^ht o'clock an order came to clear the streets. A charge was made on the Orangemen, who retreated into their own (quarters and very wisely were left there. The Catholics, who had already retired into their district, wei-e, n(^v(n"theless, charged with batons, and ordered to go inside their houses. This was too much. The young people refused to comply witli tlu^ requesl ; they charged the police ; a regular shower of stones cut the shaky pillars of irnr and order. The infuriatt^d policemen forced their way into the houses, and batoned the inhabitants. Nevertheless, they were repulsed. One of them, in his state of intoxication, made for tlie pump of the street, believing it was a Fenian, seized the handle and shouted at the top of his voice, " Move on ! move on!" The pump turned disloyal and refused to go. The policeman struck it with his baton, but the pump was poisoned by Nationalism and didn't move on. 14 Suddenly a " iiiystoriou.s occurroiice struck tlic policonmii on the back of the head and told him to movo down. And down he wont. So two liundrcd policemen sent to protect everybody had protested nobody. — Mysterious occurrence number two. Last year, 1SS6, we had a grand display after the throwing out of Gladstone's bill. Everyone expected disturbances on the night of the divi- sion, no matter what way the division would go. IFowever, not a soldier, not an extra policeman was sent, out of the enormous forces watching over Ireland, to protect life and property. It was an tinticipated fact that the bill would be defeated, and extensive preparations had been made by the loyalists. At last, at tlie dead of night, the news reached Lurgan. Dang, ring the bells; bang, volleys follow volleys; the whistling rockets tly through the air, and a mob of "little children," armed with revolvers, sticks, and stones, smash the windows of the Catholic houses. AVhile they vvore operating on ray premises, a voice shouted : " Stop breaking his glass ; he got £12 damages for the last wrecking." And I was spared more niotici/. J .later on the shutters of a Catholic shop were wrenched from their frames, and carried to the bonfire. Then the "little children'' danced as lied Indians round the flames, yelling and gesticulating, disappointed for having no victim to roast. The policemen were not to be seen. Mysterious occurrence immber three. The 15th of August of the same year I gave an excursion to Warrcnpoint to our school children. On our way we were asked by the lookers-on at the slutioiis if we were GrcvA or Orant/c ; but when thev s!iw nie in tlie train, tlioy luid no more doubts on tlie Frniftnism of our tri]). Returninfr home we were reeoived at many stations (Tanderagee, Scarva, I'ortadown) with showers of stones. On tlie platform of Tanderaj^ee station, a well-dressed yonng man, facing ray carriage window, gazed at mv with a devilish look, and seizing a lemonade bottle from liis jieckel hred it at me with all his miglit. llai»[)ily he missed his aim, and the missile was smashed to pieces on the door. Tic ran away at once ; the policeman on the platform, to whom 1 shouted, came too late, and the culprit disappeared. The following train, by which we wei-e lather expected to come back, was fired at with a bullet, which nearly killed a young American actress, Minnie J'almer. The morning papers narrated those outrages, but nothing- was tried by the authorities to find out these would-be mur- derers, and law and order prevailed. ^lysterious occurrence imniber four. The 1st of March, the year of giace, 1S87, another more mysterious affair took place in T.urgan, It is ciistomar}' for the Catholic band to walk through the town on that evening. The Episcopalian church stands in the middle of a square mostly inhabited by Catliolics, and the few Protestants who reside in it do not interfere with any demonstration. lint from the hmes of the Orange quarter rush a crowd of ferocious characters, "little children," waiting for the Catholic band, and reatly to break their heads. The natural duty of the policemen should be to keep these fellows back, and let the Catholic band return peacefully to its district, by rounding the Episcopalian church. 16 Nothiiip^ of llic sort. The ordinary duty of the Lurgan police is to break tlie heads of the unfortunate bandsmen, in order to prevent the Orangemen from doing so. So on the 1st of :Nrare]i, 18S7, ihey fulfilled that jmm/iii duty with their usual z(>al and vijjour. Tin- bandsmen and the Catholic party retired to their houses. The pi'incipal street <»f that, locality was empty ; but it appears that some foolish young- men fired a gnu from a back yard. At onc(^ four or live policemen ran for their rifles, and fired down tlie emptv street. But they had not the common sense t<^ tire in the middle of the street. One charge of pellets went through the windows of one of the most peace- ful inhabitants of the street, nearly killing him at his loom ; another charge sliot a young nuirried woman, ^^■ho was just opening her door ; anotluT slu)t pierced the wrist of a little girl who was at the corner of another sti-eet. No inquiry was held into that sad affair ; no ajiology or indemnity given to the wounded. Though, worse than at MitchelstoAvn, there was not even a crowd to fire at. AVhy did the jjolice fire, then ? A mysterious occurrence number five. Ireland is a land of mystery. * * * THE UNIONISTS' PREJUDICES. Two of the great objections raised against the clergy of Ireland are that they do not belong to the landlord class, 17 1111(1 thiit Irisli priests do not moot tho landlord on friendly terms — T moan landlords that are Unionists. These two objections are, moreover, generally, though not nniversally trne, and the direct answer to them is to explain irli;/ pficsfs do not like to meet iritli thesr hitul- /ortlii. For my part, fortunately or uni'ortunately, I belong to the landlord class, mv father, before rotirinif from business having been a large property owner and a miller. Before old age obliged hiin to retire from social responsi- bilities, he had been many times mayor of his district, justice of the peace, and prefect of the magistrates of his county. Moreover, on account of his business connexions, he was u warm admirer of England, and 1 remember his delight when for the first time he heard me say in bad English : " Good morning." kSo I had no prejudices against the landlords of any party. 1 was trained to believe in their infallible honestv, and I must confess that at home I never saw a case for a quarrel between farmers and landlords. Many times in England, and sometimes in Ireland, I had occasion to meet and to dine witli Irish Unionist landlords, and non-Lmdlords. All that I h(»ard from them about tlie poor, benighted Irish would have turned me against them, if not for my ministry amongst the poor. IJut living amongst the masses, I also had full opportunity to study them, and 1 must confess that they have won their case in my heart. So my knowledge of Ireland being combined with the knowledge of the shameful ways, slanders, and calumnies of the Unionist class, like the Irish priest. I have lost every desire of meeting these gentlemen ; though the first advice I received from one of them was — Mix in no politics ; do not 2 18 iinitMt(> your tVlIow-priests, and you will receive every sup- port from us.'' By Unionists I do not mouu rrotestants or r)rang(>m('ii : Init tlioao who ut the present time try every meuns to prevent " Homo Rule." The natural kindness and good nuniners, generosity and uprightness that I have seen in the Protestants of the North, make me holieve that if it were not for the prejudices and slanders tliat some of tlio Tory party are circulating amongst them, bigotry and Toryism would die out in Ulster. Let us go to the facts. Three years ago, in England, I had the pleasure of beiufr for a few days the guest of a very kind, hospitable lady, v.']i(' swore by the London Times. One day we began to talk of Ireland. " These Irish are very queer," said she, ** they are just like the Jews; if ycu wish I will show you a *littli Irish.' " She was telling me that, the same way a showman 8peak> of his little monkey or pet kangaroo. " Yes, these little Irish cannot work much " (I knou many of them working fifteen hours a day for nine shillings a week ); "but they can be trained by degrees. They hMV( lazy, drunken parents, you know." (Well, the masses a?< drunk in the streets, and the classes in their beds — this i^ the difference.) We went down stairs to see the "littlt Irish." We found her on her knees scrubbing as hard as she could. " Kate, here is a gentleman from Ireland wishing to set vou. Kate was a brave young girl of seventeen, fair complexion, and lovely blue eyes. ** That's my little Irish," went on the lady ; " her father 19 is in juil for (liunkeiiiu'ss, hor iiiothor in Homowhere in Ire- laud. AVhut a pity tluy have hucIi bad parents." All this was Haid to me before tlie child on her knees. The poor tiling blushed convulsively, tears flittered in her eyes, but didn't run on her warm cheeks ; she looked at me half ashamed, half sad, with that humble resignation of the poor and the weak. I must confess that, taken by surprise by this brutal scene, unprepared for that careless, colci-blooded insult to the dearest feelings of that poor soul I hardly eould say to her two or three kind words, and I walked out in a cold fit of anger. Well, now, let me tell to Lady X that she may give a new hat, an old bracelet, a petticoat to that servant of hers, she may increase her wages; but the day that Kate will throw all these gifts in her venerable face I shall not call Kate ungrateful, because Lady X will never give back to this poor Irish girl what she robbed from her — self-respect. In March, LS81, I was on board the Bothnia, in Queens- town harbour. I met on deck an English gentleman, wear- ing gold spectacles. "That's Ireland," said he to me ; " a cursed people lives there." "Will vou not land and see the town for a minute?" said I. "Never, they are dirty creatures; shooting landlords behind hedges, they are not worth a visit." " Were you ever in Ireland y " Xo, sir," said he, " and never will." " Why, then, do you hate so much these poor Irishmen?" He looked angry at me, " Foreigners will never understand the hate of an Englishman for the Irish," and he walked away. 20 Tho rest of the vo3'ao;o ho flirti'd away with t..e young ladies, Kn;4;lish or Iriali. T supposi' that ucconlin^ to his notions of tho Irish nation, tlio mnt ouhj arc un uccursod laee. liusl ^fay in London I paid a visit to an Irish Catholic landlord, a delVatcd candidate of the last olc(!tions. The reception was kind and lionicly, we discnsscd politics, and useless to sav, that ho was not a ironic Iiulcr. N<'vcrthclcss, wo parted on {;^ood terms, and ho promised me a visit for tho next day. '^\w follo\vin<^ morning I received no visit, but a letter. This epistle from tho Irish landlord was tolling mo more solemnly still his ;orro\v to 8ce mo going back to Franco lllled with the revolutionaiy spirit which prevails now in Ireland, lie complained very hard of the scandals ho had witnessed for fifty years in tho (!^atholic Church of his dear country. II(^ called the actual Ifomo Rule movement in Ireland "the cry of Lucifer! * iwn Herrktin.'* ^' And this tragical letter ended in the following comical way: " Ileforo s[)eaking to your friends in Franco, I dare to beg you to seek advice on tho subject (y/fi'.s//oy< Irhindaisr), from ]Mr. X and M. I'abbe Z." Mr. X is a young blind Ihiglish- niau who resides in Franco since his childhood ; ho never was in Ireland, and during summer tho Irish hnidlord pays him some kind visits. M. I'abb*! is a French priest who can hardly speak English, never reads an Irish or English paper, was once twenty-four hours in London, and was honoured sometimes by tho visit of the same Irish landlord. So this good man was sending me to his two pupils, with strict advice not to open my lips on tho Irish question without their learned permission. 21 [t happens then tlmt T form tho resolution to writo my pum])lilL't, Ponr r Irlandc, witliout the sanction of Mr. W scholars. !5ut the rrciicli book, Chez PddJy, hud iilreudy convinced me of tho Unionist hypocrisy. Let UH sny u few words on this production of Monsieur le JJaron de Mandut Grancev. » # * MONSIEUR LE liAllON DE CHEZ PADDY. M(msi(Mir de Mandut Orancey is an able writer, he posi^osses tluit Parisian wit and brilliant iina<^ination which please so much in boudoirs und di-awinp^rooms. No wonder that his book is dedicated to the r'omte>se de Flanders, When I had the pleasure of meeting the Haron two years ago ho had not yet made his flying;- visit to Ireland, But I can say tliut his book was already finished so far as the ideas arc concerned ; but it wanted yet u local colour, otherwise even I'^renchmen would not believe it. So M. de Gruucey went to Ireland. My intention here is not to repeat any refutation of his book, but simply to show how he wrote it. I tirst give a plan of his travels through the Emerald Island, and the conclusion of his agrarian investigation. That plan is followed by a map of a journey in France on the same principles. The Baron will forgive me, I hope, if I do not mention the two or three public-houses where he stopped on his way. If he is not pleatsed with my map of France, he can ask Mark Twain for u better one. 22 JOrRNEY OF THE PAIIOX THllOUGH ICELAND . Ireland is a country of hogs and rocks and lakes. IS'o wonder there is a starving population in it.—" Chez Paddij." Sij)iopsis of chapter the third. 23 JOmiNEY OF A FOREIGXER THROUGH ERAXCE. France is a fine country for turf, the vine docs not grow in it, and the beer is bad. — Vindex. 24 In the preface of his English edition, the Baron tries to make iis believe that the study of agriculture brought him to Ireland. He seems to have some special theories on land. " I have been to seek in Ireland the confirmation of these theories." Of course ! " Confirmation," as he says, not the study. He would even have the Irish soil turned upside-down to make it suit his theory — so it seems by the preface. But strange to say, if you read over the contents of the book, there is not a word about agriculture in the whole of it, and if you open the volume you read about every- thing except what is mentioned in the English preface. The book ends with a page on the origin of haricot- mutton so much for agriculture ! Now, let us say a few words on the accuracy of the facts. In page 37 the Baron narrates the following story: — " Irish Priests." " Some of them allow their enthusiasm to attain extraordin- ary diuiensions. I was dining, quite recently, with one of my relations ; eight or ten persons were present, and one of them, an Irish parish priest, was telling us something about the present state of his country. Very intelligent and full of lacy humour, he related a number of anecdotes illustrative of the prevalent state of feeling, each droller than the last, and above all full of local colour. He particularly impressed upon us the sympathy of the clergy for the Land League. " The other day," said he, " one of my colleagues was playing billiards with his vicar, when a message was brought 25 to him that a man wanted to confess to liim in the vestry. He immediatol)'- went, took liis place in the confessional, and the man commenced the enumeration of his sins. " * My l^'athcr,' said he, ' I confess that three months ago I shot a man and killed him.' " * Oh, oh ! ' thought tlie priest, ' this is a serious matter.' " He still held the billiard chalk in his hand, and with it made a mark on his left sleeve. " ' Go on, my sou,' he said aloud. " ' That is not all,' stammered the man. ' Two days later I shot Paddy Ryan But I only wounded him.' " The priest made a second mark on his sleeve, and re- peated with a sigh : " ' Go on, my son.' " ' Since that I have shot at Corney O'Sullivan, and then at Tim U'Flagherty, and then again at Timothy O'Hagan ' " The priest sprung up in his arm-chair. " ' Good heavens, ni}^ son ! but what had all these men done to you that, you wished to hurry them into eternity r^ Who were they?' "• ' Oh, my Father ! tl^y were all baililf s or tax-collectors. " ' Idiot ! ' growled the })ric!st, furiously rubbing his sleeve. ' Why didn't you say so before, instead of letting me spoil my best cassock ? ' " This story was much relished by the lay guests at dinner. It was less appreciated by the ecclesiastics present. It is, however, unnecessary to add that it was related as a good joke ; but at the same time, we quite understood that the joke was intended to give the key to the present state of feeling amongst many of the Irish priests. Weil, now, M. de Grancey knew very well that I narrated 26 to him that story, and he gives me the credit of being intelli - gent — many thanks. But to give novelty to that joke, which is us old in Ireland as the round towers, he manufactured the details that you have read, and that I must contradict now : 1 . This funny joke was narrated to him in Paris, not in Ireland. 2. I am not an Irishman. o. I am not a Parish Priest. 4. I have no curate. 0. IIo mentions a billiard table ; I never said a v/ord about it ; but of course he wanted to explain whei'c the dialk came fro)ii. 0. lie gives a long enumeration of proper names. I never did so. 7. He draws the conclusion at the end that we are lenient towards murderers, though (here is no actuality in that story of three hundred 3'eurs ago. He forgot to put his cartoon of the priest and confessional in his English edition. Why ? Somebody, I suppose, told him it would not take here. Anticlerical cartoons suit in Paris only. No, but every means is good to these gentlemen. In your American edition, M. le Baron, please put a revolver in the hand of the priest. Now for story No. II., page 141 : " ' Let me understand,' said I to Mr. Trench, as soon as we were a little way from the cottage. ' "Will you explain to me how you can ask £3 rent from those unfortunate people for less than an acre of very bad land, and for the right of valueless pasturage, that is absolutely visionary, for you see the state of his two cows ? ' 27 " ' Allow ine to wait a few monieiits before ausweriiig your questions,' lie replied " We are now at Derryji^arill', since there is a Derrygurllf. On the rig'ht side of the road standi a horrible house of dry stones, from which an old woman came out, very dry too, and not less tattered than those whom we had just left. (Jn 8eein:>- her, Trench abruptly leaned hack in the carriage. 8he rushed towards us, crying in a whining voice : " 'Just a penny, your honour ! xVud may the Blessed A'^ir- gin he with your honour,' *' 'Amen,' growled Trencli, suddenly showing himself like a devil springing from a holy-water vase. " The okl woman drew back thunderstruck. " ' Tell me, then, Mrs. Fiimigan ; will you please tell me who authorised you to settle under-tenants on your land ? ' " 'Holy Virgin ! Mother of God ! ' said Mrs. Finnigan, stupefied. Then, at once assuming an amiable exprc^ssion : " 'Eh ! is it good Mr. Trench ? May God protect him ! He's a si"rht to cure sore eves. And I took him for a tourist ! ' " ' I see that,' continued Trench, ' and you are not ashamed to beg, although, to ray knowledge, you have £500 in the bank at Kenmare P Rut you have not answered my ques- tion. Who is this under-tenant that you have settled on your land ? ' " ' Oh, Mr. Trench ! To accuse us of under-letting our land. Holy Mother of God ! Never ! It is only a poor man who asked leave to settle there ; now we can't turn him ofE; and then, taking pity upon him, we engaged him as caretaker, and we are only paid for the land he occupies by his work upon ours, or upon the roads, because my husband has undertaken the care of the roads. Your honour, the poor must help each other, your honour ! ' 26 " 'All ! Just so. I see how it is,' said Trench. ' Drive on, Dick.' Then turning- towards nie : "'Now do you understand. You heard that impudent hussy exphiin in a few words the system of under-tenants, which is one of the worst jdagues in Ireland, and for which they account us responsible. Finnigan, her husband, rents a farm of ninety acres ; he also has the right of pasturage on the mountains. As far as I recollect, he pays a rent of £lo or £20 a year. You sec that it is pretty moderate ; and the proof that it is not let too dearly is that ho has made large savings, in spite of the bad years that we have passed througli. Ho is an active, intelligent man, but horribly avaricious. You saw the house he lives in ; he would not improve it for anything in the world, because his wife and children never fail to ask alms from passing tourists, and he considers that it is especially desirable to arouse their pity. "Now, without saying a word to us, he under-lets the land. You have just seen one of his tenants ; perhaps he has three or four others hidden in dijfferent corners ; and you have heard the money he demands from them. His rents are never in arrear ; they are even paid in advance, because he is careful to have tbem paid by the man's work. " ' You must remember that this arrangement is strictly forbidden ; first by the lease, and afterwards by the law. To avoid difficulties, the unfortunate man is reported as his landlord's servant. He can, therefore, at any moment be turned out of the house that he has built himself. " ' What can be done in the matter ? 1 could certainly get rid of him by ejectment. But I should have to summons him, then obtain a company of soldiers, receive stones and mud from the whole population ; risk a fight, in which one or two men may be killed ; and then be called a tyrant by the newspapers. From time to time, when the abuse gets 29 loo flaf2^rant, I mako an example, but as u rule I close my 1 )» eves. Very good. V>nt lion- that we know the Dtoihis opirandi of ^r. \v Baron in the composition ol' his book, I will tell you wliat is trui- in tliis wonderful storv. First, that old woman does not exist ; she is not born Vfl, except like Minerva, in the brains of the French Jupiter, How was she conceived there ? By the following- operation : When M. de Grancey impiired from his friend h'nv such a rent was possible, Trench answered, "Allow me to wait a few moments." Whv so 't Is it because from all eternity the Almi^'htv had created old l*eg',uy to answer for ^fr. Trench to the query of jils French gu(\st i^ * Is it because it had been decided r/A (ffcrno that she would stand that morning on the road to save Mr. Trench from his puzzle ? S Is it because ]\[r. Trench, by a supernatural A'ision, as an- other Ezechiel, knew that Peggy would bo there, and looking round said : Wait a minute Y Xo, ce. tuinly not. I I shall tell you how the whole thing happened. I M. de Grancey had a good dinner with Mr. Trench ; the Ihiron, surprised at the high rents paid by the tenants for their miserable hovels, wanted to know why: then Trencii gave him the theory of the under-tenant — and that's all. S But of course this would not do in a Parisian book ; it would have nothing smart in it for the " boudoirs." So M. Ic Baron, after dinner, walked back to his sumptuous room, and under the feverish influence of his meal, created Peggy as a nice way to illustrate the agent's excuse, fe God blessyour old woman, M. le Baron.please give her a farm oil your estate, and inuy ^Ir. Troncli have mercy on her soul. A last story from ■M. cle ^landat Grancey's book, page 157: "After dinner we went to Mr. Trench's study to smoke. I sat down l)y a small table on which stood a candlestick, and placed my cott'ee by it. " ' Excuse me, dear sir,' said one of the guests, addressing nie, half laughing, half serious, * but you are wrong to sit there. You see, if anyone fired at us tlirough the window you might be hurt. There, allow me to move your chair a little. Now you are safe. And besides, hanging on tlio wall witliin reach of your hand you have a loaded revolver ft •' und a tomahawk — both excellent weapons. Try the edge of the tomahawk. Look, too, on the mantelpiece, there is a bowie knife ; some people prefer a bowie knife, but I like the tomahawk best, and this one is extremely sharp.' " 1 effusively thanked this amiable gentleman. The con- versation became general, and the guests discussed weapons. Each drc>w a revolver from his pocket and warmly defended his own theories. They all agreed that Mr. Trench's revolver was too small. lie was sitting about five or six paces from me on the other side of the chimney " ' Ah ! ' said they, * you may be the best shot in the coun- trj, but you are wrong to use such a short weapon, it cannot be relied on ; you would miss a man at ten paces.' " ' You say that I could not be sure of my aim,' cried Mr. Trench ; ' you shall see.' "Instantly I heard a frightful noise, in which I distin- guished three reports, a sound of broken glass, and then I felt on my back and head a succession of tiny pricks, as though all the archers of Lilliput were shooting at me. Thinking it was a Fenian attack I sprang to the tomahawk, seized the revolver in the other hand, and, entrenched behind the arm-chair, I awaited events. 31 " It was only 'Mv. Trench who liad tired at the candle witliin a foot of mv head. The first two bullets had siir)i)lv broken the sconce, the last had cut the candle in two, and one of the balls had struck a box of -^teol j ens that had been placed on a wliat-iiot ; the pens luid flown into the air, and some had fallen into my collar and had produced the prickinfj^." M. le IJaron, stop that, please. There is a man standing before you with a loaded revolver, you know, you see it. He says he is to tire, you hear it. lie fires three shots over your head, and you believe that the shots are fired from behind you — from some neij^hbourin^ fields — by some Moonlighters! ! M. le Baron ! M. le Baron I You, a French officer. You, the pride of the French navy. You behind an arm-chair with the tomahawk in one hand, the revolver in the otlier. Oh, if the Countess of Flanders had seen vou in that state. No, no, sir, the only excuse I see for making a fool of yourself in adrawingroom is indicated in your last sentence — " I was then shownto a capital room, where I slept in an excellent bed. ' You wanted rest hadly that night. So you wrote your book, " Chez Paddy." — Please send it to Flanders. Dear Monsieur le Baron, let me tell you with Madam Angot, quoted by yourself, but with a slight modification : " Ce u'etait la peine, Noil pas la peine aasurement, De quitter pour deux mois le boudoir de Friedlaud." (Residence of M. de (iruncey.) I must confess that this double-dealing, this narration of the same old accusations, showed me more where the truth of the Irish question lay, than any book I read. Let us study now two of the most important questions cuu- 32 cerriinp' ITomt' liulo — Profesfftnt A'^cetidcnri/ (did Cdtlinlir Axccndcncif. * ♦ ♦ riiOTESTANT ASrENDKN^Y. It is all very well for you (.'utliolies of every nation to ask Iloiac^ Halo for TreUuul ; but wo. Protestants, wo know very well thai Homo Rule moans Ilomt; Ilulo, and wo shall die rathor tlian to submit to it. Such aro the sermons from the Orange halls ot Ulster. "AVo will never submit, never surrender our ascendency to the fancy of an unruly, dislo3'al majority. Ai'o wo not the woaltli and thoiiitoUig-ence of the country:' " ATe will light fur our rights, and by the glories of J)erry, by the victory of the Boyne. by the glorious, pious and iniiuoilal memory, wo Avill stand as our forefathers stood and make the IJritish Empire tremble with the powerful cry of * No surrender ! ' " Open the windows, please. 80 you will tight for Ascendency ? But do you not know tliat there are two sorts of as- cendency Y The lawful one and the unlawful one. The unlawful ascendency is the offspring of unjust spoliation, of oppression, of corrupt practice, of bribery, of partial protection, of slander and calumny. That ascendency requires no brains, no work but iitiyltl. That ascendency, you have. It is the result of three hundred years of misgovornment. It is hereditary in your families. You should be ashamed of it ; it is the price of blood, it has the mark of Cain, it cries vengeance, and you should thank the dispensation of Divine providence which is to wash your hands from that stain ; because that ascendency ir<^me Rule may take from you. Yes, you will lose the privilege of doing nothing and being rewarded for it ; you M'ill be obliged to make yourself worthy and fit before taking official appointments. 33 You will h!iv(> to fjivo to TathoHcs tlic «ame facilities of HUCcosH, of protoction, of {ulTiiinistratiftii. lUit Ilomc Rule or Home Rulo will novor take away from you tho nspondoncy of your works, of your virtue, of your talents, of your relip^ion. And what else do you want ? Tn hyprono days you luivc tried to (juench the flame of seienee in the liearts* of our children, you have tried to hury tlie Irish nation in the boduce you to the second place ? Then you admit how unjust, liow unwise, liow cruel il was for you to reduce us to that inferior rank, wlien God and nature had given us the first. Then you plead guilty of crime. Seeing how impossible it is for you to maintainyour ascendency by just means, you must keep it up by the protection of the (Jastle instructed by you. Ijet it be then well understood that Home Rule will take nothing sacred, nothing just, nothing fair, from your bauds. It will leave you the field opened for any lawful progress. If you fear yet, your anxiety must come from a guilty conscience, or fear of work. 3 34 For years Ireland Imd been tor you u laiul ol' milk and honey, and it turns now to be a land of fair and noble slrug-^les. by fair and noble means, and if you refuse the gauntl(3t it isasi^^n of distrust in your boasted wealth and intelli^nnice. It is a sijrn tliat you feel the duty too great, the liglit nf the day too brijrht, the eye of justice too clear, and willinijly vou would |)lunfit of the whole human race. * * CATTTOLTC ASCENDENCY. "While Protestants are trembling for their property and salvation if left in the hands of ihv CathoUcs, let us say that TFomo Tlulc will be a greater danger for the Catholic faith tlian the Protestant religion, though T sincerely believe that such danger will be overcome. Learned Tn(>n know very well that our religion urges more prayers, more fasts, more sacrifices, more penances, more sacraments, than any other creed. Till now, through oppression and tyranny, our faith, so sublime, so unchangeable, so rigid for humaii nature, has re- mained glorious, strong, and pure. The grace of Grod has played the principal })art in that wonderful perseverance of the Irish nation in the faith of St. Patrick. But it cannot be denied that the cruelty, thein justici- of their Protestant rulers have increased the love of Irishmen for the altars that English administration wanted to destroy. Well, the day Home Rule is granted, the Protestant will cease to be a foe, he will become a friend, a warm friend ; the Protestant temples, now the towers of a persecut- iiif? t'tu'iny, will * 'ho tlio liouso of In's CUu] ; the piirsnii. iiMNV tlic Ho-ciillta .ui'r-:i{jont of the Hritisli (Jrown, will hv- eomc llu' ri{^ht miiiistor of liisown (Icnomiiuition. Tlicii the eany crtrd, fiiith witliouf too many works, the coiinnoii siiyin<^ tliat all reli<>ions ar(> {?oo(l, tlio heliof in Christ, no inatlor how, when, and hy what iia-aiis, all theso l*i'o1(>staii( notions now <'oniin will last, ruling three millions of Irishmen ; but this supreme ruling over Catholics will not encroach over the consciences of separated brethren. This is what we mean by Catholic ascendency ; this is what we expect from Home Pule. Why blame us for aiming at it ? Why rank our priests amongst juurderers because they work for it ? Catholic ascendency in a Catholic country is a naiiiyal fad : but Protestant ascendency in a Catholic country can be but a i)iirach' or an ixji stick. 36 Well, wc do not believe in such a miracle, history proTos the injustice. Ijet me narrate to you the following fact, as an illustration of the foolish notions which pervade so many minds in Ulster : I was in a railway carriage with a fine, learned gentleman, going to Derry. After two or three sentences about the weather, he saidtonie: "I see you are a foreigner." "Yes, sir." " What do you think about our Irish ?" '' They are an extraordinary people." (The gentleman smiled.) " Are they not queer ?" " Yes, sir." (Another smile of delight.) " What do you think of your fellow-priests in Ireland?" " They are extraordinary, indeed." " Are they not an awful lot ? " " Well, they are not as many other priests that I know." " They fire an awful lot of politicians. Maynooth does all that. You were never in Maynooth ?" " No, sir." "Well, it is in Maynooth that they are trained to dis- loyalty — we can have no peace with them." " Js that so?" " Tell mo, sir, what do you find so extraordinary in them?" It was time to confess the faith. " Well, sir," said I, " the Irish people are an extraordinary race, and the Irish clergy an extraordinary class, because contrary to the Continental style they intend to keep their rights and fight for them. They are extraordinary because rather than let their poor people be starved and evicted, they work to protect them. Those Irish bishops are very extra- ordinary because they do not trust only in pastoral letters to 37 rescue their children from oppression. Yes, sir, they are a queer lot, but of the right sort." The gentleman looked at me with a most disgusted coun- tenance. " Are you an Irishman ?" said he. " No, sir." " Well, your grandmother was one." Poor woman ! Very soon, I hope, all England will belike my grandmother. * * * LET US LIVE HAPPY TOGETHER. '* The country is in a dreadful state ; agitation has de- stroyed this land of ours. Why not love one another as Christians ? " Such is the talk of the refined Orangemen. Well, well. But to live happy together means mutual concession, mutual forbearance, and this is just what these gentlemen are refusing us these years. You have heard the story of the two bears : It is said that Bomewliere in Ireland there was a family famous in the neigli- bourhood for its perpetual quarrels. Friends and priests had tried every means to pacify those parties, but without success. One morning a woman from that town met a friend of hers, and exclaimed : " Do you know the great news ? " " No ; what is it ?" " The Flannigans have made peace together, and Mrs. Flannigan had no black eye this morning." " What has happened ; tell me, my dear Mrs. Brannigan." "Two becu'H have come to reside in the house." " Two bears ! Good gracious, what do you mean ? " ** Yes, two bears. Bear and Forbear ! " 38 So in Ireland, we have not lived happy together, because the Catholic Bear was alone, and the Orange Forbear could not exist with their oath " of exterminating the Catholics." If a Catholic servant applied for a situation a little better than dish-washer, she could not be received. If a Catholic gentleman tried to be elected Poor Law Guardian in a Pro- testant neighbourhood, he vras beaten back because he was a Papist. If the large portion of Catholics in the North en- deavoured to put up a Town Councillor of their own, they had all the Orange lodges to fight. Of course it would be all right if these poor, benighted Catholics would drink the health of King William and to Hell with the Pope; but then it would be too much of the " bear " altogether. No mistake, then, they would live happy together witli you, rewarded during this life and praised after their death ; but their situation would be similar to the fate of a young man caught by thieves that have plundered his house and killed his parents, who through fear, weakness and interest, would become one of them, and live happily with the mur- derers of his family. But if they refuse to bear these outrageous conditions of surrender, if they try to labour for those who are opi)ressed and boycotted for years, then they cannot live happy together with you. As a rule the insults that we are obliged to stand to live happy together with you, are not very clever, they are rather of the brutal kind, as, for instance, the attack on Father Maginnis, O.P., of Newry ; but sometimes the demon of bigotry can have a wit of his own. I remember, two years ago, on the 12th of July, my sacer- dotal ministry brought; me to the workhouse, situated in the Orange quarter of my town. 39 Oil ray way back I met an Orange band, followed by all the "little children." Till I reached the head of the procession " Not a drum was heard,*' but then the band struck up, " We'll kick thePope before us." We lived happy together that day, because I didn't mani- fest any ill feelings, and a stranger would have exclaimed : " See how priests are respected in Ulster, even en the 12th of July." Nevertheless, the tittering mob enjoyed the whole performance. And do you mean to say that it is always at such price that we must buy from you the pleasure of living happily together:' If so, you are right to despise us because we cease then to be worthy of respect. Yes, go to the root of every out-break, revolution, you will find out at the bottom of it this fundamental crime, " that one party has tried to be happy at the expense of the other." So much for the Fronch Revolution, the War of Tiidepoiid- ence, the Canadian Rebellion in '37, the North- West Rebel- lion in '71, the shooting of the landlords in Kerry. The expense of happiness must be paid by both parties. To try to do otherwise is an injustice, and brings the otlior party to despair. Such are my impressions after five years of residence in Ireland. No party has influenced me except through its good or bad deeds. The Unionist party has disgusted me, no matter how good the pai ty may be. No matter how well dressed are the ladies of the Primrose-League. While I am writing the last lines of this pamphlet, I think of a grave on the St. Laurence shore, near the Victoria Bridge, Montreal. 40 There, the remains of six thousand Irishmen are buried. Six thousand human creatures expelled from Ireland by famine and eviction. Six thousand noble beings the victims of a bloody ad ministration. The stone of granite, erected on their bones, is no colder than the hand, no harder than the heart of the rulers who perpetrated that deed of iniquity. They were brought there like cattle, in infeoted ships, and thrown on the green banks of the St. Lawrence, as manure for the land. They lie under the blue sky of my country, a monument of shame to the English Government, and their blood cries for vengeance against Great Britain. England has scattered all over the world the hecatombs of her injustice towards Ireland. But, as the voice of the ^Umighty bade the prophet Ezechiol speak to the dry bones in the valley of death : "Ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord : Behold I will send spirit into you and you shall live. And they lived, and they stood up . lon their feet an exceeding great army." So the voice of tlie immortal leaders will send a new life in the bones of the Irish nation crushed to death, they will come from every shore with a new strength, new sinews and power, with a heart and a will ; they will stand before Eng- land an exceeding great armij, and England will learn at last the injustice of her ways. " And God will make them one nation in the land, on the mountain of Israel, and one king shall be king over all them, and they shall no more be two nations, neither shall they be divided any more into two kingdoms {EzeeJnel, ch. 37, v. 23). Yes, Home Rule is Union. And we will live happy together. GOD SAVE IRELAND! POUR L'IRLANDE! ,r i-i imm at t{re IJrtsfj. 1\I, l'abbe Pighe, un pretre Canadien, otabli depuis quelques annees en Irlando, a voulu se faire I'interprete de cette triatease et de cette indig- nation. 11 a done 6crit, en reponse a Chez Paddy, un volume intituli5 Pour i'lrlande, et ce travail est eu beaucoup de points uue rofutation ocrasante dea theories de M. de Mandat-Cirancey et des faits avaucu:^ pai lui. Le ton de cette rdplique est un peu vif, et qui ne lo compreiidiait : M. I'abbo Pichd pent toucher du doigt les misere!), mai.s aussi les (lualite- de ce peuple, que M. de Mandat-Grancey a voulu ridiculiser plutot que " raconter " aux lecteurs fran^ais. II vit lui-meme au milieu de la province orangiste d'Ulster, et il sait bien ce que les catholiques d'lvlande ont eu et ont encore a soufErir au milieu des victoires du parti national Irlandais, dontle triomphe definitif parait aujourd'hui inevitable, menie en Angleterre. — lievue LiMraire Univers, Paris. Pour l'Irlaxdk.— Sous ce titre significatif, un pictre Canadien, M. Emile Picbo, vient de publier une intdressante etude sur ce malh.nireux pavs, que les Anglais continuent a appeler rile-Soonr, par ironie, sans doute, car ils ne latraitentguere fraternellement.-X« P«^ne, Pans, 26 Aout, 1887. Un pretre Canadien-frau9ai8, M. Picbe, vient, dans une brochure inti- tulee • Pour I'lrlande (l),de r.5pondre aux accusations lancees centre les irlandais, par des faits qui sont la condamnation du systeme suivi par les Anglais dans Tile soeur.— Xfl Croix, Paris, 23 Aout, 1887. Pour L'iRLANDE.-Emile Piche-(.I. Mer.ch.) Ceci est un plaidoyer chaleureux en favour de I'lrlande, ecrit par unpi etre Canadien en reponse a un volume recent intitule: Chez Paddy. L'auteur de PourUrande en veut beaucoup a l'auteur de Chez Paddy a cause de certaines p.aisanterie.- caricatures. , , , • II expose en trois lignes, d'allieurs, ce que desire I'lrlande qu on ku accorde: I'independance legislative et la solution de la crise agraire aa moynedel'acbat des propridt^s par le gonvernement Anglais II a des accents r^ellement eloquents quand il depeint I'effroyable tableau des 2 so iiff ranees iiifliir6es H I'lrlande par I'Augleterre. — Le Matin, Paris, 15 A out, 18S7. I'oua l'Iklaxdk — (J. Mersch, 22, place Denefert-Kochereau. in-8" de 111 paf,'es), par Eniile Piclie, protre Canadien. M. I'abbe Piclie y demontre la cruelle situation faite aux Irlandnis depuis leur reunion u I'Angleterrn et plus specinlement depuis cinquante ans. — Journal des debats, Paris, 22 Aout, 1887. Pour l-Thlande. — par Emile Piclie, protre Canadien ; un vol. in-S", chez J. !Mersch. Etahli depuis cinq ans dans le comte d'Arniagli, I'auteur s'est penetrc des souffrances subies par le peuple Irlandais et des rigueurs i nqualifiablos auxquclles il est en butte de la part des oppresseurs Anglais. Aussi vient-il de publier ce livre pour repondre a une publication anterieure qu'il qualitie de (mauvaise action.) — Le Teleyraj^he, Paris, 26 Aout, 1887. Dans le courant de I'hiver dernier, le Correspondanf, revue bi-raensuelle de France, publiait sous le titre : Chez Paddi/, le recit d'un voyage en Irlande d'un touriste francjais, M. le Baron de Mandat-Grancey. C'est la reponse a ce recit de voyage trop souvent fanlaisiste et raensonger, que M Emile Piche adresse aux homnies serienx qui veulent connaitre la con- dition vraie du peuple, Irlandais, telle que le gouvernement nefaste de I'Angleterre I'a foite. M. Emile Piche est en Irlande depuis cinq ans, et son livre t(5moigne de la connaissance serieuse qu'il a des epreuves et des persecutions dont souffre le peuple Irlandais. Ce livre est une these en regie en faveur de I'indopendance legislative de I'lrlande et de la solution de la crise agraire au moyen de I'achat defj propridtes par le gouvernement Anglais. Nous croyons que M. Emile Piche est le premier Canadien-fran(;ais qui ait consacr6 uu livre de pol<^5mique a la defense de la cause Irlandaise telle que la comprennent Gladstone, Parnell, Davitt et les autres. Oe livre offre tous les renseigneraents desirables pour I't^tude des questions Irian- daises ; il contient des statistiques precieuses quant au fonctionnement de radministration Anglaise en Irlande et quant a I'etat de misere et de deuuraent des tenanciers Irlandais. — La Minerve, Montreal. M. Piche a fail, sorame toute, une etude serieuse de la question Irland- daise. Sea bons sentiments pour sa nouvelle patrie Font bien inspire. Sou livre ne sera pas sans profit pour I'lrlande. Ses amis du Canada I'en fdlicitent. II importe que les Canadieus, que tous les amis de la justice et de I'hunianite s'instruisent des questions de ce genre. On se fera done un devoir et un plalsir d'acheter ce volume. (1) F. A. B. P.S. — Une lettre de I'etranger nous apprend que I'ouvrage de M. 3 Pich6 se vend beaucoup u Paris. — Une autre correspondance nous apprend que Tautour n rei^u une lettre de ftjlicitation de la part de M. Gladatoue. L'Etiidiant Jolictfe, Canada. CoNTRE KT POUR i/Irlanoe. — Noua pubHons en reproduction, Hur la premiere p-ifife, une mufrnifique et sincere appreciation d'un excellent dcrivuin Franc^ais, M. Nemaurs Godie, sur le livre de Mens. I'abbtS Piclitj, pretre Canadino, residant eu Irlande. Pour 1' Irlande, tel est le titre de Pouvra^^e du savant abbe, qui refute admirablement les fausses theories et le3 erreurs du jugenient ([ui fourmillent dans le volume qui a publie Mons. le baron de Mandat- Grancey sur I'lrlande et ayant pour titre Paddy. — L'Efendard, Montreal, o Octobre, 1887. In thus summarising the arguments of Father Piclie, we are conscious how far we have been from doing full justice to the power and eloquence with which Father Piche has pleaded "For Ireland." His book i-* a serious, earnest, impassioned vindication of a people whom he has learned to love during his residence amongst them, and to whom he feels attached by the bonds of the ancient friendship that existed between France and Ireland. The work is replete with information on the Irish question, and in style, method, and value it is directly the opposite of the silly jest-book to whose sneers and profane jocularity it is a complete reply. — The Nation, Dublin, 10th September, 1887. Father Piche's book, which makes its appearance at a very opportune time, is well worth careful perusal, bristles with irrefutable facts, and is weighty with solid and convincing argument. He has done yeoman service to the cause he so ably and warmly pleads, and we trust his pamphlet will have a large circulation, particularly in France, where it will educate French public opinion on the Irish question. — Catholic Times^ Liverpool 20th August, 1887. But we may leave the Baron in the hands of Father Piche, who pursues him, lash in hand, to whip him through France, Canada, and the United States. Father Piche speaks with the authority of a five years' residence in Ireland, and with a knowledge of the Irish question which not many Irish- men could rival. Fortunately, Father Piche's able *'E6pon«efi Chez Paddy," is published in French, and can be read by the nation whom the Baron seeks to prejivdicet ^gTiJnst'tfie^ Iyi^ jl^ppiei jOur country owes Father Piclie a debt (5f gratrfudfe fof«&is«proi«pbaft^'.vigoi5aLi5 castigation of a malignant libeljei.-AC/V?r(:e<5?*irt/rt?i//,vI>XibJfn. ; . • ...••■ I have not sought' lo'britijr^u't tiie poir.fs'w.hiob. ihe Canadian priest has scored against the French Baron — one of the best of these is that M. de GranceyM " horrible story nbout the Irish clergy c mdoniiij; murder " is ii cock-and-lniU histoire pour rive, as old as the hills, of which the sub- Htance was actually told by the priest to tlie Baron; and which the latter dressed up and gave out as a truthful narrative. I have tried to show the general scope of the book, of which the summing up is: There is no Government in Ireland, the Baron is (juite right there. We want one ; and fince we are Chez Paddy let us have the government that he desires uud not another. — Liberal Home-Ruler, liondon, 17th September, 1887. P'ather PiclnVs style is uniformly clear, argunjcntative, and piquant, rising in the closing paragraphs to finished eloquence. In publishing this work, Father Picho has enhanced the service which he conferred upon Irish Nationalists by his recent lecture in Paris before the elile of tliat city. Gratitude is due to him in the circumstances, and we heartily wish him all the success which his disinterested undertaking so eminently deserves. As the Baron de Mandat Grancey's work has been translated into English we may express the hope that Father Picho's answer may soon assume a similar prominence. — Morniny Neics, Belfast. Such are some of the truths by which the priest, in earnest, tries to answer the baron in jest. They are not such pretty reading as M. de Mandat-Grancey's passage about kissing the lasses, or that in which he satisfies the necessity of saying something about agriculture in Ireland by describing an Englishman's manner of angling in Irish waters (the local genius apparently succeeded in getting a bull from a Frenchman) ; hut, they should be enough, they should serve. — IVeekhf Reijister, London, 3rd September, 1SS7. We question whether the Baron's work was worthy the attention of sucli a master of polemics as Father Picho shows himself to be. The author's style is most attractive, and his French admirably simple, so that we islanders, so deficient, as a rule, in linguistic accomplishments, can read it with ease. Altogether, it is a book which will repay perusal, and we almost forgive the Baron de Mandat-Grancey for his presumption, seeing that it has called forth this masterly reply. — Catholic Press, London, 2tid Oct., 1887. This is the work that Father Piche has thoroughly well done. He does not rely on stories and the tittle-tattle of the pinchbeck thing called society in Ireland ; lie givQS his facts, his referencas, his quotations, and reasons like a log>ci.tii."ii\9teft4 .cf fr)lfowi'jig t^hp tTfva4)le set by the author of Chez Pnddi/.,^Tve«lnfin'«'s/vurn'nl,"25^Jh l?oVenrb*er; 1887.