| Show A TOAST from sandy hook to the golden gate from ocean to ocean your uncle sams hibernian citizens this day ex hau ethis supply ot all hail to tho memory of eliat immortal frenchman tho blessed st patrick 1 it is fourteen bince hie feet trod the hilla of antrim as prisoner slave and shepherd boy tending alie an uncouth master after a servitude of seven years lie effected ilia escape hie entry into the priesthood coon followed fired with religious enthusiasm enthus iam lie returned then but a youth to the land of hi captivity the remainder of his life was spent among tho irish people proclaiming tho divine truths of the scriptures teaching the essentials of wholesome political government and engaging in innumerable works of mercy st patrick was to erin what xavier was to the indie he ie eaid have baptized with his own hands over persona and to leavo founded as many churches as are days in the year ireland never had any snakes nor as to that matter any woodchucks wood chucka nor nor alligators we are disposed to think that the story of his banishment of the had its origin in tir alcoholic p imagination of a jag cured abrain just is graduate of dwight might attribute to dr keeley tho expulsion from illinois of tie pterodactyl and the plea ioia urus though thy effort preeminently pre eminently st Patrick there has heen developed a glorious race without alie race alic galaxy of the worlds heroes would be dim indeed from the time of brian boru to that of the duke of wellington great irish names have elied lueter on the pages of history and of romance not alone were these names those of men illustrious on the field of battle Theroa trum lias been adorned by bourke and sheridan and oconnell no more worthy brow alian eliat of moore or of goldsmith has worn the laurels of the poet the of thia peoples oppression at last seems breaking for them a splendid sun is about to rise betokening day of gladness and of freedom all this makes thee cheery in eliy heavenly home dear old st patrick the dai will put their haada together and laugh above thy ashes may thy memory bo always a green as tho turf of sea girt ireland 1 may grateful thoughts of thy boblo deeds and of eliy belf flics live in the hearts of men as long a our good ball earth goob ing down the aisles of time |
