THE JAMES D. PHELAN 
 CELTIC COLLECTION 
 
BKIG ADIER- GENERAL 
 
 THOMAS FKANCIS 
 
 HIS POLITICAL AND MILITARY CAREER; 
 
 WITH SELECTIONS PROM 
 
 HIS SPEECHES AND WRITINGS. 
 
 CAPT. W. F. LYONS. 
 i \ 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 D. & J. SADLIER & CO., 31 BARCLAY STREET. 
 
 MONTREAL : 
 
 1669 NOTRE DAME ST. 
 
PHEUN 
 
 COPYRIGHTED 
 
 1886. 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
 TV yf EAGHER was a soldier before he girded on the 
 sword. He was a soldier in the cause of liberty 
 from the time when he stood upon the battlements of 
 Antwerp, as he described in that famous speech, 
 delivered in Dublin, July 28th, 1846, when he de 
 clined to stigmatize the sword, because " at its blow 
 3. giant nation started from the waters of the Atlantic, 
 and by its redeeming magic, and in the quivering of 
 its crimson light, the crippled Colony sprang into the 
 attitude of a proud Republic prosperous, limitless, 
 and invincible ! " The fortunes and the honor of the 
 brave men of his race who took up arms all the world 
 over, "in any good cause at all," were always dear 
 and near to his heart. 
 
 In sympathy with this feeling, therefore, I dedicate 
 this volume to 
 
 fa Jrisli ^otdier (Bwrprhw. 
 
 w. F. LYONS. 
 
 YORK, December, 1860. 
 
 802173 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Introduction 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 His early Career The Revolutionary Movement of 48. 9 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 Meagher s Social and Personal Character His Wit and 
 Courage 42 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 Convict Life in Van Dieman s Land Escape, and Ar 
 rival in America 64 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Meagher as a Soldier He raises and takes command 
 of the Irish Brigade 72 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 The Boston Speech at Music Hall 91 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 The General at the head of his Brigade Appointment 
 by President Lincoln, and Confirmation by the Sen 
 ateThe First Battle 125 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 The Brigade goes into Action with eclat Perils of the 
 Rear-guard Meagher in the thick of the Fight 158 
 
VI CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Battle of Chancellorsville Decimation of the 
 Brigade Meagher s Farewell 172 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 The Etowah Command Defence of Chattanooga 
 Recognition of Meagher s Services 186 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 His Career in Montana Territory Meagher appointed 
 Secretary and Acting Governor He fights the 
 Politicians Raising the Militia Journey to Fort 
 Benton His Death 192 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 Speech on the Transportation of Mitch el 213 
 
 Speech on American Benevolence Irish Gratitude. . . 225 
 Speech at the Mitchel Banquet in the Broadway The 
 atre, New York, January, 1854 230 
 
 Lectures in California 242 
 
 John Philpot Curran 267 
 
 Catholicism and Republicanism 273 
 
 Extracts from Holidays in Costa Rica 284 
 
 Meagher s Last Hours 351 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 WHY the life of Thomas Francis Meagher 
 should be written requires no explanation. The 
 career of a man who has made so interesting a 
 part of the history of twenty remarkable years, 
 who participated prominently in two revolu 
 tionary struggles a bloodless one in the Old 
 World, and a sanguinary one in the New whose 
 eloquence has thrilled two peoples by a fervor 
 not common to the orators of our time, but 
 almost peculiar to himself, and by a redundan 
 cy of classic beauty, both in thought and lan 
 guage, which distinguished his oratorical efforts 
 from those of any contemporary ; the career of 
 such a man should not be left to the mere mem 
 ory of his words and works. 
 
 Thousands who watched his course, from his 
 first entry into public life in the very flush and 
 exuberance of early manhood, down to the hour 
 of his death ; who saw with what self-sacrifice 
 
8 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 ho flung behind him the pleasures and honors of 
 a wealthy home, to share in the labors and dan 
 gers of the patriots then battling for the cause 
 of his country; and who remember how man 
 fully he faced all the buffets of ill-fortune which 
 followed the disasters of defeat, the solemnity 
 of condemnation to the scaffold, and the pen 
 alty of eternal exile : all these thousands living 
 in two hemispheres who loved him for the grand 
 chivalry which clothed him like the armor of a 
 knight, and the tenderness which permeated 
 every fibre of his genial nature, will, perchance, 
 appreciate this volume, however imperfectly its 
 pages may present the story of a remarkable, 
 and not fruitless life. 
 
 How it comes to pass that the author has un 
 dertaken the task can be briefly stated. It is, 
 with him, a work of love and duty. A tribute 
 to a friendship cemented in years gone by, and 
 enduring all days, even to the sorrowful end. 
 
BRIGADIER-GE&E&Al; 
 THOMAS FRANCIS 
 
 CHAPTEK I. 
 
 HIS EARLY CAREER THE REVOLUTIONARY MOVE 
 MENT OF 48. 
 
 " It is held 
 
 That valor is the chiefest virtue, and 
 Most dignifies the haver. If it be, 
 The man I speak of cannot in the world 
 Be singly counterpoised." 
 
 SHAKESPEARE S CORIOLANUS. 
 
 IN writing of the life, character, and genius 
 of Thomas Francis Meagher, we have to treat 
 of one whose name is familiar in two hemi 
 spheres. It has made part of the history of 
 Ireland and of America for the last twenty 
 years. In Ireland it has been associated with 
 events which characterized an epoch not rare 
 iii the story of that country, an epoch of rev- 
 
10 THOMAS FKANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 olution. What Lord Edward Fitzgerald was 
 to the period of 98, and Robert Emmet was to 
 the unfruitful though gallant movement of 1803, 
 Meagher was, in a great measure, to the revolu- 
 "iklftary attempt of : 1848. 
 
 . ^ Endowed with th.G , same gifts of youth, for- 
 r \ ? tei;; kn*d K bigWy -cultivated mind, he was not 
 deficient in the gallantry to lead, and the forti 
 tude to suffer, which were conspicuous qualities 
 in the character of Fitzgerald and Emmet. In 
 America he has not only been recognized as a 
 prominent representative of the genius, oratori 
 cal talent, and chivalry of his race, but he has 
 contributed much, by the brilliancy and effi 
 ciency of his services as a soldier, to maintain 
 the permanency of the Government. 
 
 Born in the city of Waterford, Ireland, on the 
 3d of August, 1823, he was placed, at the age of 
 
 11 years, under the care of the Jesuits, in their 
 famous college at Clongowes Wood, in the coun 
 ty of Kildare. Here his young mind received 
 the first impressions of classic lore, and of the 
 skill and power of oratory which afterwards 
 made him so distinguished, and of which, even 
 in those early days, he gave extraordinary evi 
 dence in his own school-orations. He left Clon 
 gowes College to complete his education at that 
 
IRELAND IN 48. 11 
 
 of Stoneyhurst in Lancashire, England, from 
 which, after an assiduous course of study, he 
 entered upon the world in 1843, with a reputa 
 tion for ripe scholarship and rare talents which 
 his future career in public life has permanently 
 established. The transition from the serenity 
 of collegiate life to the busy scenes of political 
 strife upon which the young student entered, 
 upon his return to Ireland in 1843, was as sud 
 den as that which the mariner, basking in the 
 luxurious calm of the Indian Ocean, experiences 
 when the fearful simoom sweeps down from the 
 coast, converting the placid sea into a boiling 
 caldron. The Repeal movement was then agi 
 tating the country. Every town and village 
 was in a ferment. O Connell, playing with the 
 passions of the people, which he controlled with 
 a potency equal to the wand of Prospero, had 
 constructed a gigantic organization upon the 
 hopes he inspired, which promised to the aspi 
 rations of the most enthusiastic a national life, 
 but which, after the incarceration of O Connell 
 in 1844, was only redeemed from the obloquy of 
 an ignominious collapse when the youthful vigor 
 of the country, which had been uncorrupted by 
 the hackneyed ways of the politicians, stepped 
 in, and declared that revolution, and not agita- 
 
12 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 tion, nationality and not "amelioration," was 
 what the country needed. In the band of these 
 true and earnest men who made this their Evan 
 gel, of whom John Mitchel, Thos. Davis, W. 
 Smith O Brien, Devin Reilly, Doheny, John 
 Martin, McManus, O Gorman, Dillon, were the 
 leading spirits, Meagher stood in its front 
 rajik. What need to repeat the story of 48 ? I 
 do not propose to do so here. The effort and 
 the failure are but too sadly familiar. It had 
 its heroes and its martyrs : the former could be 
 numbered by thousands ; the latter, who fell 
 directly under the bann of British " law" and 
 obtained a place in history, may be but few ; 
 but the exiles who staked and lost all, whose 
 chairs are vacant by the fireside at home, 
 whose family ties are dissevered, and the sun 
 of whose fortunes is overclouded, count by hun 
 dreds. Though their names may not be found 
 in the honored roll of patriot martyrs, their sac 
 rifices are none the less. 
 
 It was at this period that John Mitchel first 
 made the acquaintance of the " Young Tribune," 
 as people afterwards learned to call him. They 
 met in Dublin, after Meagher s return from his 
 English college, at the time when the marvel 
 lous effect of Thomas Davis genius was awak- 
 
IRELAND IN 48. 13 
 
 ening the land to a consciousness of the innate 
 power of the people, and recalling to mind the 
 traditions, the valorous deeds, and the civiliza 
 tion of ancient Ireland, in trenchant prose and 
 musical verse. When and where Meagher and 
 Mitchel met, John Mitchel tells in the columns 
 of his Irish Citizen, thus : 
 
 "It is difficult now, for those who did not 
 know Davis, to understand and appreciate the 
 influence which that most puissant and imperial 
 character exerted upon the young Irishmen of 
 his day. Meagher had never known him per 
 sonally, but had been inspired, possessed by 
 him. In speaking of Davis, his Lancashire ac 
 cent seemed to subside ; and I could perceive, 
 under the factitious intonations of Cockaigne, 
 the genuine roll of the melodious Munster 
 tongue. We became friends that evening. 
 
 " Next day he came to me at the Nation office, 
 in D Olier street : we walked out together, to 
 wards my house in Upper Leeson street ; 
 through College Green, Grafton street, Har- 
 court street ; and out almost into the country, 
 near Donnybrook. What talk! What elo 
 quence of talk was his ! how fresh, and clear, 
 and strong ! What wealth of imagination, and 
 
14 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 princely generosity of feeling ! To me it was 
 the revelation of a new and great nature, and I 
 revelled in it, plunged into it, as into a crystal 
 lake. He talked no " politics," no patriotism ; 
 indeed he seldom interlarded his discourse with 
 those topics ; but had much to say concerning 
 women and all that eternal trouble, also about 
 Stoneyhurst and his college days. We arrived 
 at my home, and he stayed to dinner. Before 
 he left he was a favorite with all our household, 
 and so remained until the last. 
 
 " Soon after, bound by his allegiance to the 
 memory of Davis, he fairly committed himself 
 to the party nicknamed Young Ireland ; and 
 that cost him, what we all know. But, young 
 Ireland, or old Ireland, he was always Irish, to 
 the very marrow." 
 
 Meagher s services in the national cause of 
 Ireland were compressed into the period of 
 a few years. It was the stormiest time in the 
 history of the country during all its struggles 
 against foreign domination, since the days of 
 the volunteers in 1782, when Grattan and Char- 
 lemont were the master spirits, and the revolu 
 tion of 1798, of which Wolfe Tone, and Fitz 
 gerald, and Emmet, Bond, Hamilton Eowan, 
 
IRELAND IN 48. 15 
 
 and the other leaders of the " United Irish 
 men" were the inspiration. 
 
 From 1845 to 1848 Meagher labored zealous 
 ly in conjunction with the other leaders of the 
 party upon which was at first somewhat sneer- 
 ingly bestowed, but of which it may feel justly 
 proud, the title of the " Young Ireland Party," 
 proud of its title because its young heart pre 
 sented itself as a barrier against the tide of po 
 litical corruption, place-hunting, and snivelling 
 " patriotism ;" and because it advocated the 
 only thing known in Irish politics that rose 
 above the genius of political tricksters : a na 
 tional sovereignty. Meagher s participation in 
 this struggle is already well known. The en 
 thusiasm which his fervent eloquence and per 
 sonal daring created in the people, contributed 
 perhaps more than any other agency to impart 
 vitality to a cause which was only unsuccessful 
 because it lacked the physical strength to com 
 pete with a power untrammelled by foreign wars 
 or diplomatic combinations, which might have 
 reduced its capacity to resist revolution within 
 its own borders. In the Summer of 1848 
 Meagher was captured, with arms in his hands, 
 in the county of Tipperary, while engaged in an 
 effort to array the peasantry against the au- 
 
16 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 thority of the British crown, after O Brien s 
 attempt at Ballingarry. He was tried for high 
 treason, in conjunction with Smith O Brien, 
 Terence Bellew McManus, and Patrick O Don- 
 oghue, at a special commission in Clonmel. He 
 was convicted, of course, and sentenced to be 
 hanged, drawn, and quartered, and his remains 
 to be placed at the disposal of her majesty the 
 Queen, to be dealt with according to her royal 
 pleasure. His speech on the passing of this 
 barbarous sentence will long be remembered for 
 its unflinching spirit, its calmness, dignity, and 
 splendid justification of the acts for which he 
 was condemned to suffer. It was as follows : 
 
 SPEECH IN THE DOCK AT CLONMEL. 
 
 " My Lords, it is my intention to say only a 
 few words. I desire that the last act of a pro 
 ceeding which has occupied so much of the 
 public time, shall be of short duration. Nor 
 have I the indelicate wish to close the dreary 
 ceremony of a State prosecution with a vain 
 display of words. Did I fear that hereafter 
 when I shall be no more, the country which I 
 have tried to serve, would think ill of me, I 
 might indeed avail myself of this solemn mo- 
 
IRELAND IN 48. 17 
 
 ment to vindicate my sentiments and my con 
 duct. But I have no such fear. The country 
 will judge of those sentiments and that conduct 
 in a light far different from that in which the 
 jury by which I have been convicted have 
 viewed them ; and, by the country, the sentence 
 which you, my Lords, are about to pronounce, 
 will be remembered only as the severe and sol 
 emn attestation of my rectitude and truth. 
 
 " Whatever be the language in which that 
 sentence be spoken, I know my fate will meet 
 with sympathy, and that my memory will be 
 honored. In speaking thus, accuse me not, my 
 Lords, of an indecorous presumption. To the 
 efforts I have made, in a just and noble cause, I 
 ascribe no vain importance, nor do I claim for 
 those efforts any high reward. But it so hap 
 pens, and it will ever happen so, that they who 
 have tried to serve their country, no matter 
 how weak the efforts may have been, are sure 
 to receive the thanks and blessings of its 
 people. 
 
 " With my country then I leave my memory 
 my sentiments my acts proudly feeling that 
 they require no vindication from rne this day. 
 A jury of rny countrymen, it is true, have found 
 me guilty of the crime of which I stood in- 
 
18 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 dieted. For this I entertain not the slightest 
 feeling of resentment towards them. Influ 
 enced, as they must have been, by the charge 
 of the Lord Chief Justice, they could have 
 found no other verdict. What of that charge ? 
 Any strong observations on it, I feel sincerely, 
 would ill befit the solemnity of the scene ; but, 
 earnestly beseech of you, my Lord, you who 
 preside on that bench, when the passions and 
 the prejudices of this hour have all past away, 
 to appeal to your conscience and ask of it, was 
 your charge, as it ought to have been, impar 
 tial, and indifferent between the subject and the 
 Crown ? 
 
 " My Lords, you may deem this language 
 unbecoming in me, and perhaps it might seal 
 my fate. But I am here to speak the truth, 
 whatever it may cost. I am here to regret 
 nothing I have done, to retract nothing I have 
 ever said. I am here to crave with no lying 
 lip, the life I consecrate to the liberty of my 
 country. Far from it ; even here here, where 
 the thief, the libertine, the murderer, have left 
 their foot-prints in the dust ; here on this spot, 
 where the shadows of death surround me, and 
 from which I see my early grave, in an un- 
 anointed soil open to receive me even here, 
 
IRELAND IN 48. 19 
 
 encircled by these terrors, the hope which has 
 beckoned me to the perilous sea upon which I 
 have been wrecked still consoles, animates, and 
 enraptures me. No, I do not despair of my old 
 country, her peace, her glory, her liberty ! For 
 that country I can do no more than bid her 
 hope. To lift this island up, to make her a 
 benefactor to humanity, instead of being the 
 meanest beggar in the world, to restore her to 
 her native power and her ancient constitution 
 this has been my ambition, and my ambition 
 has been my crime. Judged by the law of 
 England, I know this crime entails the penalty 
 of death ; but the history of Ireland explains 
 this crime, and justifies it. Judged by that his 
 tory I am no criminal, you (addressing Mr. 
 McManus) are no criminal, you (addressing 
 Mr. O Donohue) are no criminal : I deserve 
 no punishment, we deserve no punishment. 
 Judged by that history, the treason of which I 
 stand convicted loses all its guilt ; is sanctified 
 as a duty, will be ennobled as a sacrifice ! 
 
 " With these sentiments, my Lords, I await 
 the sentence of the Court. Having done what 
 I felt to be my duty having spoken what I felt 
 to be truth, as I have done on every other oc 
 casion of my short career, I now bid farewell to 
 
20 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 the country of my birth, my passion, and my 
 death, the country whose misfortunes have in 
 voked my sympathies whose factions I have 
 sought to still whose intellect I have prompted 
 to a lofty aim whose freedom has been my 
 fatal dream. I offer to that country, as a proof 
 of the love I bear her, the sincerity with which 
 I thought, and spoke, and struggled for free 
 dom, the life of a young heart, and with that 
 life all the hopes, the honor, the endearments of 
 a happy and an honorable home. Pronounce 
 then, my Lords, the sentence which the law di 
 rects I am prepared to hear it. I trust I shall 
 be prepared to meet its execution. I hope to 
 be able, with a pure heart, and perfect compo 
 sure, to appear before a higher tribunal a tri 
 bunal where a Judge of infinite goodness, as 
 well as of justice, will preside, and where, my 
 Lords, many many of the judgments of this 
 world will be reversed." 
 
 By special act of royal clemency, however, 
 the prisoners were released from the extreme 
 penalty, their punishment being commuted to 
 transportation for life to the convict settlement 
 at Van Dieman s Land. In the spring of 1852, 
 after nearly four years of penal exile, he made 
 
HIS AKRIVAL IN NEW YORK. 21 
 
 his escape, and landed in New York in the lat 
 ter part of May. He was welcomed with the 
 utmost enthusiasm by all classes. The corpora 
 tion presented him with a congratulatory ad 
 dress, through a joint committee of both boards, 
 at the Astor House, on the 10th of June, and 
 tendered him, on behalf of the metropolis, a 
 public reception. Meagher, on that occasion, 
 made a most dignified and modest reply, de 
 clining to accept any public entertainment in 
 his honor, but gratefully acknowledging the 
 sympathies expressed for him and the cause he 
 had espoused and for which he suffered. He 
 said : " Whilst my country remains in sorrow 
 and subjection, it would be indelicate of me to 
 participate in the festivities you propose. When 
 she lifts her head and nerves her arm for a 
 bolder struggle when she goes forth like Miri 
 am, with song and timbrel, to celebrate her 
 victory I too shall lift up my head, and join 
 in the hymn of freedom. Till then, the retire 
 ment I seek will best accord with the love I 
 bear her, and the sadness which her present 
 fate inspires. Nor do I forget the companions 
 of my exile. The freedom that has been re 
 stored to me is embittered by the recollection 
 of their captivity. My heart is with them at 
 
22 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 this hour, and shares the solitude in which they 
 dwell. Whilst they are in prison a shadow rests 
 upon my spirit, and the thoughts that otherwise 
 might be free throb heavily within me. It is 
 painful for me to speak. I should feel happy 
 in being permitted to be silent. For these rea 
 sons you will not feel displeased with me for 
 declining the honors you solicit me to accept." 
 
 While the disappointment of the public was 
 great, these noble words were received with pro 
 found admiration ; nor was there any hesitancy 
 in accepting them as evidence of a true, a 
 manly, and a magnanimous nature. 
 
 Meagher soon became distinguished as a 
 popular lecturer. His first subject was " Aus 
 tralia," and was a brilliant effort of elocution. 
 Other subjects followed, principally upon affairs 
 relating to Ireland her poets, orators, states 
 men, and men of letters until Meagher became 
 a favorite lecturer in every State and city in the 
 Union, where his voice was soon familiar to the 
 ear of his countrymen. As a public writer and 
 speaker, also, his reputation became very great. 
 In September, 1855, after studying with Judge 
 Emmet, he was admitted to the New York 
 bar, where he made at least one famous effort 
 in the United States Court, in the case of Fa- 
 
VISITS CENTRAL AMERICA. 23 
 
 bens and the other Nicaragua " filibusters." 
 He soon conceived the idea of undertaking an 
 expedition to Central America, for the purpose 
 of exploring that wild and luxuriant country, 
 much of the wealth of which was still unde 
 veloped, and through whose entangled forests 
 new pathways had to be cut to facilitate the 
 transit to the Pacific. Accordingly, accom 
 panied by Senor Eamon Paez, son of the late 
 venerable President of Venezuela, Meagher 
 started for Costa Rica, and made a most valu 
 able tour through that country, encountering 
 vast difficulties in traversing the hitherto un 
 trodden wilds, amidst which he discovered a 
 new line of transit, which may be one day made 
 available. On his return to this country, the 
 information he had thus acquired was commu 
 nicated to the public in a series of lectures ad 
 mirably illustrated in panoramic form, and was 
 subsequently published in a more permanent 
 shape in Harper s Magazine. Some of the 
 passages in these papers exhibit his brilliant 
 descriptive powers. 
 
 In 1853, Meagher published, from the press of 
 Kedfield, New York, a volume of his speeches 
 on " The Legislative Independence of Ireland." 
 This collection, together with its introduction, 
 
24 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 furnished to the American public the salient 
 points in his antecedent history, as well as the 
 motives which impelled him to his patriotic 
 career in his native country. The speeches 
 were the reflex of Meagher s mind in its youth 
 ful vigor, and we know of nothing which he has 
 since spoken or written that excels them in that 
 ornate language so peculiar to him, or that fer 
 vor which the inspiration of 48 only could sup 
 ply. In the poesy of words with which his 
 eloquence clothed every idea the fine pictorial 
 effect and rich coloring that adorned every 
 thing he said, Meagher probably had no model. 
 If he followed the style of Curran or Grattan 
 and he inclined most to the latter he invested 
 it with an originality of thought and expression 
 that made his glorious eloquence all his own. 
 
 In the " Preface" to this volume of speeches 
 Meagher not only gives the reason for publish 
 ing them, but the motives which brought them 
 into life. He says : 
 
 " The anxiety will not be censured which in 
 duces me to save from injury the proofs of an 
 interest early taken in the condition of my na 
 tive land. Nor will it be wholly ascribed to 
 vanity, if the hope escapes me that even yet 
 
PUBLICATION OF IS SPEECHES. 25 
 
 these words of mine may conduce to her ad 
 vantage. To some extent the speeches may be 
 considered out of date. The tone inspired by 
 a people in the attitude of resistance sounds 
 strangely upon the ear when the chorus which 
 hailed the coming of the contest has ceased and 
 the fire upon the altar has been extinguished. 
 
 " To revive in Ireland the spirit which, in the 
 summer of 1848, impetuously sought to clear a 
 way, with an armed hand, to the destiny that 
 lay beyond an intervening camp and throne, 
 may be for the time forbidden. But in the 
 pursuit of humbler blessings in the endurance 
 even of defeat, the vices which adversity en 
 genders or exasperates may be resisted hope, 
 activity, and courage be awakened all those 
 virtues be restored and nourished, which, in a 
 loftier mood, were loved so dearly for the 
 strength and ornament they bestowed. The 
 suppressions of sectarian feuds the blending 
 of the various races that have at different sea 
 sons been cast upon our soil, and have taken 
 root .therein the love of truth, liberality, and 
 labor the necessity of disinterestedness, in 
 tegrity, and fortitude amongst the people the 
 necessity of a high order of intellect, honor, 
 and propriety amongst our public men these 
 
26 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 were the lessons taught, these the virtues en 
 couraged and enforced when, breaking through 
 a corrupt system of politics, the young Democ 
 racy of Ireland claimed for their country the 
 rank and title which was hers by natural law, 
 by covenant, and prescription." 
 
 In the month of April, 1856, Meagher made his 
 first and only essay as a journalist. On the 9th 
 of that month he published the first number of 
 the " Irish News" in New York. In this enter 
 prise he was assisted by two worthy gentlemen, 
 Messrs. Eichard J. Lalor and Gerald R. Lalor, 
 who continued to publish the paper until its de 
 cline in July, 1860. For some time after the pa 
 per was started, John Savage was amongst its 
 most active contributors. Meagher himself 
 wrote much for the journal in its early days, fur 
 nishing many humorous reminiscences of his 
 Irish life, but not exhibiting in his other articles, 
 to any remarkable degree, that vigor of thought 
 and richness of language with which his lec 
 tures and speeches abounded. Journalism was, 
 in fact, not Meagher s best field of action, and 
 I think he had become convinced of that before 
 he abandoned it for the stormy life of the soldier 
 and the politician. 
 
IRISH FAMINE OF 1847. 27 
 
 There were many incidents in Meagher s life 
 in Ireland which seemed to identify his future 
 connection with the American Republic. One 
 of them had a peculiar significance. During 
 the height of the Irish famine of 1847, the ship 
 "Victor" from New York arrived in Dublin, 
 loaded with corn for the starving Irish. The 
 captain of the ship was entertained at a splen 
 did banquet in the Pillar-room of the Rotundo, 
 Dublin, over which the venerable Richard 
 O Gorman, now deceased, presided. Meagher, in 
 proposing the health of the ladies of America, 
 concluded his beautiful speech with these 
 words " Should the time come when Ireland 
 will have to make the choice, depend upon it, 
 Sir, she will prefer to be grateful to the Samari 
 tan rather than be loyal to the Levite." These 
 were prophetic words. The pledge they in 
 spired, Meagher kept to the death. On one oc 
 casion during the war he happened to meet the 
 captain of the " Victor." Meagher had then 
 fought his brigade all through the Peninsular 
 battles. Captain Clark was a lieutenant on one 
 of the gunboats. Their meeting was of the 
 heartiest kind. The captain recalled what 
 Meagher had said in the Pillar-room, and, 
 shaking him with both hands, exclaimed 
 
28 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 " General, you have nobly kept the promise you 
 then made." 
 
 During his visit to Central America, Meagher 
 made many friends among the most distin 
 guished men of that country ; and some of the 
 most enthusiastic congratulations upon his gal 
 lant conduct in the war were afterwards be 
 stowed by these gentlemen. 
 
 When the war in the South bro ke out, 
 Meagher entered, as we have seen, promptly 
 into the army of defence ; but he did not take 
 this course with undue precipitancy, as from 
 his ardent nature might be supposed. On the 
 contrary, it was not until his conscientious 
 judgment determined him that it was his duty, 
 that he took up arms on the side of the Gov 
 ernment. But, his resolution once formed, he 
 never for an instant wavered or grew cold. 
 Both morally and physically his support of the 
 Union was genuine and vigorous, such as any 
 patriot or soldier might stake his reputation 
 upon. When he returned after his resignation 
 of the command of the brigade, and with it his 
 commission, the enemies of the Administration 
 counted surely on his siding with them, partially 
 at all events, for it was the general opinion that 
 neither he nor his brigade had been justly treat- 
 
HIS BEARING AS A SOLDIER. 29 
 
 ed. They were grievously and bitterly disap 
 pointed. At the dinner given him in the Astor 
 House by a number of distinguished citizens, 
 June 25th, 1863, on which occasion a magnifi 
 cent gold medal was presented to him, he flung 
 his private vexations, whatever they may have 
 been, to the winds, and made one of his most 
 impassioned and splendid appeals in favor of 
 the National cause. It has been the positive 
 characteristic of Meagher never to give up 
 either a cause or a friend until he found the one 
 to be false and the other to be bad. So true did 
 Meagher prove himself to the National cause, 
 both in and out of the field, from first to last, 
 and all through the conflict, that President 
 Johnson, in a communication addressed to the 
 Adjutant-General, United States Army, setting 
 forth Meagher s claims to promotion, urged 
 them in the strongest language. 
 
 Meagher s bearing as a soldier, from begin 
 ning to end, was the subject of universal admi 
 ration, which was equally shared by the men he 
 commanded, the generals associated with him, 
 and even by the enemy, from whom many ac 
 knowledgments of his courage and daring ema 
 nated on several occasions. His devotion to 
 his men was unceasing. While observing all 
 
30 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 the rules of military discipline rigidly, as an 
 efficient commander should do, he was always 
 frank, joyous, and considerate with them ; care 
 ful of their wants when sick or wounded ; cheer 
 ing them by pleasant words and smiles on the 
 dreary march, and inspiring them in the hour of 
 battle by his example. It has been alleged 
 against the character of Meagher as a careful 
 general, that he often exposed his brigade to 
 unnecessary danger ; but it was never yet as 
 serted that during the whole period of his com 
 mand he ever took his men into a dangerous 
 place without being the first to go himself. As 
 Col. McGee said in his speech on the occasion 
 of the presentation of colors to the Sixty-Ninth 
 Regiment at Carrigniore, the residence of the 
 late Daniel Devlin, Manhattanville, in Decem 
 ber, 1863 : " The words of our general when 
 danger had to be faced were not, Go, boys, go/ 
 but Come, boys, follow me. Yet, as we have 
 stated, slanderous insinuations were bruited 
 abroad, such as those of Mr, Russell, of the Lon 
 don Times, and as substantially squelched, by 
 the denial of those who had the best opportu 
 nity of knowing their utter falsity. However it 
 may have been sought by jealousy or malice to 
 fasten upon Meagher charges of recklessness in 
 
INJURIOUS STORIES REBUKED. 31 
 
 time of danger and indifference to the safety 
 and comfort of the men under his command, 
 every such charge has been amply disproved 
 and repudiated by those best qualified to bear 
 testimony. When the general was appointed 
 to a command in the West under Gen. Stead- 
 man, the revered Principal of the St. Xavier s 
 Jesuit College, Sixteenth-street, New York, in 
 his letter of introduction to the Father Provin 
 cial at St. Louis, said of Meagher that "in all 
 the battles to which Gen. Meagher led his sol 
 diers, he acted as a true Christian gentleman, 
 with a truly Irish faith." On the eve of Gen. 
 Meagher J s departure for Montana to assume his 
 position as Secretary of that Territory by ap 
 pointment of President Johnson, in the month 
 of July, 18G5, the author had the satisfaction 
 of hearing another estimable clergyman say, in 
 taking leave of the general "You may take 
 this assurance with you, which I give from my 
 own knowledge, that every soldier of the Irish 
 Brigade speaks of you with the utmost affec 
 tion ; and that being so, you need not care who 
 speaks otherwise." If further evidence were 
 necessary to rebut the stories of the many gos 
 sips and unthinking people who weakly assailed 
 a gallant soldier s reputation, it can be found in 
 
32 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 the address presented to Gen. Meagher at the 
 headquarters of the Brigade by all its officers, 
 upon the occasion of his taking leave of them. 
 It was written by Col. James E. McGee, then 
 commanding the Sixty -Ninth, and is as fol 
 lows : 
 
 To BRIGADIER-GENERAL THOMAS F. MEAGHER, 
 
 Late commanding Irish Brigade. 
 
 The undersigned officers of the original regi 
 ments of the Irish Brigade, in the field, having 
 learned with deep regret that you have been 
 compelled, by reasons of paramount importance, 
 to tender your resignation as General of the 
 Brigade, and the Government having accepted 
 your resignation, you are about to separate 
 yourself from us, desire in this manner, as the 
 most emphatic and courteous, to express to you 
 the sorrow we personally feel at your departure, 
 and the sincere and heartfelt affection we en 
 tertain, and shall ever entertain, for you under 
 all circumstances and changes of time and 
 place. 
 
 We regard you, General, as the originator of 
 the Irish Brigade, in the service of the United 
 States ; we know that to your influence and 
 energy the success which it earned during its 
 
THE IRISH BRIGADE. 33 
 
 organization is mainly due ; we have seen you, 
 since it first took the field some eighteen 
 months since sharing its perils and hardships 
 on the battle-field and in the bivouac ; always 
 at your post, always inspiring your command 
 with that courage and devotedness which has 
 made the Brigade historical, and by word and 
 example cheering us on when fatigue and dan 
 gers beset our path ; and we would be ungrate 
 ful indeed did we forget that whatever glory 
 we have obtained in many a hard -fought field, 
 and whatever honor we may have been privi 
 leged to shed on the sacred land of our nativity, 
 that to you, General, is due, to a great extent, 
 our success and our triumphs. 
 
 In resigning the command of the remnant of 
 the Brigade, and going back to private life, in 
 obedience to the truest dictates of honor and 
 conscience, rest assured, General, that you take 
 with you the confidence and affection of every 
 man in our regiments, as well as the esteem 
 and love of the officers of your late command. 
 
 With this sincere assurance, we are, General, 
 your countrymen and companions in arms. 
 
 P. KELLY, JAMES SAUNDERS, 
 
 Col. 88th N. Y. Irish Brigade. Capt. 69th N. Y. 
 
 R C. BENTLY, JOHN SMITH, 
 
 Licut.-Col. Com d g 63d N. Y. Major S8tb. N. Y. 
 
THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGIIER. 
 
 JAMES E. McGEE, 
 
 Capt. Commanding 69th N. Y. 
 
 WM. J. NAGLE, 
 
 Capt. Coiumaiiding 88th N. Y. 
 
 RICHARD MORONEY, 
 
 Capt. G9th N. Y. 
 
 JOHN II. GLEESON, 
 
 Capt. 03d N. Y., Company B. 
 
 MAURICE W. WALL, 
 
 Capt. and A. A. A. G. Irish 
 
 Brigade. 
 
 THOMAS TWOHY, 
 
 Capt. 63d N. Y., Company I. 
 
 JOHN I. BLAKE, 
 
 Company B, 8bth N. Y. 
 
 ROBERT H. MILLION, 
 
 Capt. 69th N. Y. 
 
 GABUETT NAGLE, 
 
 Capt. 69th N. Y. 
 
 JOHN DWYEB, 
 Capt. 63d N. Y. 
 
 MICHAEL GALLAGHER, 
 
 Capt. 88th N. Y. 
 
 LAURENCE REYNOLDS, 
 
 Surgeon 6od N. Y. 
 
 F. REYNOLDS, 
 
 Surgeon 88th N. Y. 
 
 RICHARD POWELL, 
 
 Asst. Surgeon 88th N. Y. 
 
 JAMES J. PURCELL, 
 
 Asst. Surgeon 63d N. Y. 
 
 CIIAS. SMART, 
 
 Asst. Surgeon 63d N. Y. 
 
 RICHARD P. MOORE, 
 
 Capt. 63d N. Y., Company A. 
 
 JOHN C. FOLEY, 
 
 Adjt. 88th N. Y. 
 
 JOHN W. BYRON, 
 
 1st Lieut. 88th N. Y., Comp. E. 
 
 D. F. SULLIVAN, 
 
 1st Lieut. andB.Q.M. 69th N.Y. 
 
 JAMES I. McCoRMicK, 
 
 Lieut. Quar u-. God N. Y. 
 
 MILES MCDONALD, 
 
 1st Lieut, and Adjt. 63d N. Y. 
 
 P. J. CONDON, 
 
 Capt. 63d N. Y., Company G. 
 
 JOHN H. DONOVAN, 
 
 Capt. 69th N. Y. 
 
 JOHN J. HURLEY, 
 
 1st Lieut. 63d N.Y., Company I 
 
 EDW. B. CARROLL, 
 
 2d Lieut. 63d N.Y., Company B 
 
 JAMES GALLAGHER, 
 
 2d Lieut. 63d N.Y., Company F 
 
 JOHN RYAN, 
 
 1st Lieut. 63d N. Y., Comp. G. 
 
 MATTHEW HART, 
 
 2d Lieut. 63d N. Y., Comp. K. 
 
 BERNARD S. O NsiL, 
 
 1st Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 MATTHEW MURPHY, 
 
 1st Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 LUKE BRENNAN, 
 
 2d Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 ROBERT LAPIN, 
 
 2d Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 W. L. D. O GRADY, 
 
 2d Lieut. 88th N. Y. 
 
 P. J. O CONNOR, 
 1st Lieut. 63d N. Y. 
 
 EDWARD LEE, 
 
 1st Lieut. 63d N. Y, 
 
 PATRICK MAHER, 
 
 1st Lieut. 63d N. Y. 
 
 DAVID BURK, 
 
 Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 MARTIN SCULLY, 
 
 1st Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 RICHARD A. KELLY, 
 
 1st Lieut. 69th N. Y. 
 
 JOSEPH M. BURNS, 
 
 Lieut. 88th N. Y. 
 
 JAMES E. BYRNE, 
 
 Lieut. 88th N. Y. 
 
SPEECH IN IRVING HALL. 85 
 
 JOHN O NEIL, DOMINICK CONNOLLY, 
 
 Lieut. 88th N. Y. 2d Lieat. 63d N. Y. 
 
 WM. MCCLELLAND, JOHN J. SELLORS, 
 
 2d Lieut. 88th N.Y., Comp. Q. 2d Lieut. 63d N. Y, 
 
 JOHN MADIGAN, WILLIAM QUIRK, 
 
 Lieut. 88th N. Y. Capt. 63d N. Y. 
 
 JAMES I. SMITH, PATRICK CHAMBER, 
 
 1st Lieut, aud Adjt. 69th N, Y. 1st Lieut. 63d New York. 
 
 EDMUND B. NAQLE, PATRICK CALLAGHAN, 
 
 Lieut, 88th N. Y., Company D. 1st Lieut. 69th N.Y., Comp. <J. 
 
 PATRICK RYDER, P. M. HAVERTY, 
 
 Capt. 88th N. Y. Quarter-Master 88th N> Y. 
 
 At tlie banquet given to the returned veterans 
 of the Brigade in Irving Hall, January, 1864, 
 Gen. Meagher boldty appealed to his comrades, 
 demanding from them a denial of all these 
 charges. He said, (we quote from a daily pa 
 per) " Comrades ! officers, and privates of the 
 Irish Brigade, now that you are assembled to 
 gether publicly in this city, I call upon you to 
 answer me plainly, unreservedly, and honestly, 
 whether the charges which have been circulated 
 concerning me are true or false. It has been 
 said of me that I have on several occasions 
 wantonly and recklessly exposed the lives of my 
 men. Is this true or not ? [Cries of * No, no/ 
 in all parts of the house.] Have I ever brought 
 you into the face of danger except when ordered 
 there? [Kenewed cries of No. ] When I 
 brought you where danger was to be encoun- 
 
36 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 tered, was I not always tlie first in myself, and 
 wa>s I not always at your head ? [ Yes, yes, 
 and the most uproarious applause.] Having 
 brought you in, was I not the last out ? [ k Yes, 
 yes, yes, and a cry of first and last in the 
 danger, frqm one of the men.] I thank you for 
 this contradiction of the malicious falsehoods 
 which have been asserted against me, and I 
 hope that this answer of the Irish Brigade will 
 be sent not only over this land, but over to Eu 
 rope, where the enemies of this country have 
 many sympathizers and abettors." 
 
 That will suffice upon this subject. It is not 
 an agreeable task to have even to appear to en 
 ter upon a defence of a brave soldier, whose 
 laurels are the proudest aj3 well as the strongest 
 rebutting testimony to all charges or insinua 
 tions, but as matters of history I have chosen to 
 put these facts upon the record. 
 
 Meagher was the recipient during the war of 
 many well-deserved honors from the citizens of 
 New York. We have already seen that he was 
 entertained at the Astor House by a large num 
 ber of his friends and decorated with a magnifi 
 cent medal, a description of which will afford 
 some idea of the taste of design and skill of 
 execution displayed in its manufacture. It is 
 
MEDAL OF HONOR. 37 
 
 wrought in the finest gold and is about three 
 inches in diameter, the centre being formed by 
 a beautiful miniature of an ancient Irish Cross ; 
 in fact it is a perfect fac -simile of the old Cross 
 of Monasterboice, the tracery on the original 
 being faithfully represented on the gold. Round 
 the outside and bound with wreaths of Sham 
 rocks to the points of the Cross, is a scroll or 
 ribbon of gold, edged with enamel, and bearing 
 the motto of the general s family " In periculis 
 aiidacia et firmitas in ccelo" (Boldness in dan 
 gers and trust in Heaven.) Behind this appear 
 rays of glory emanating from the centre and 
 typifying the " Sunburst." The medal is sus 
 pended from a military " ribbon" red, white, 
 and blue, edged with green fastened by two 
 pins : the upper one bearing the words, " Irish 
 Brigade, U. S.;" the lower one is formed of a 
 bundle of ancient Irish skenes and sparths, bound 
 together by a wreath of laurel, which forms the 
 loop in which the ring of the medal is inserted. 
 On the ribbon are twelve clasps, each bearing 
 the name of one of the battles at which the 
 Irish Brigade was present, in the following or 
 der : " Yorktown, Fair Oaks, Games Mill, 
 Peach Orchard, Savage s Station, White Oak 
 Swamp, Glendale, Mai vein Hill, Antietam, 
 
38 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 Fredericksburg, Scott s Mills, Chancellorsville." 
 On the reverse of the medal is the inscription 
 " Gen. Meagher, from Citizens of New York, 
 June, 1863." 
 
 The officers of the Brigade also presented 
 him with a splendid gold medal with the Irish 
 harp resting on the American and Irish flags, 
 surrounded with a wreath of Shamrocks as a 
 token of their high appreciation and esteem. 
 The presentation was made at the residence of 
 Gen. Meagher, Fifth Avenue, by Col. Nugent, 
 in the presence of a large body of the officers 
 of the Brigade and a number of distinguished 
 citizens. The hospitalities of the city were ten 
 dered to him by the Common Council, through 
 a committee headed by Mayor Opdyke, at the 
 Astor House ; and on that occasion the " Kear 
 ney Cross," upon which was the inscription 
 " To Gen. Meagher, of the Irish Brigade, Kear 
 ney s friend and comrade of the Old Division." 
 The Cross was presented by Alderman Farley 
 on behalf of the Corporation. 
 
 When the Irish Brigade was more than deci 
 mated, after the series of battles which pre 
 ceded that of Chancellorsville, Meagher re 
 signed his command ; tendering his services to 
 the Government at the same time, in any other 
 
ME AG HER 8 SON. 80 
 
 capacity. He was soon after appointed to the 
 command of the military district of Etowah, 
 where he distinguished himself by the skill 
 with which he held Chattanooga secure from 
 the attacks of the enemy, with a small force, at 
 one of the most critical points of Gen. Sher 
 man s grand movement towards the Atlantic, of 
 which I shall speak hereafter. 
 
 Thomas Meagher, the father of the subject of 
 this memoir, was a wealthy retired merchant of 
 Waterford, which city he represented for some 
 time in the British Parliament. Here, too, 
 Meagher s son, the issue of his Australian mat 
 rimonial alliance, was born, under the roof of 
 his grandfather. Describing a visit to the quiet 
 old home in the Urbs Intacta, in company with 
 Meagher, during the 48 movement, John Mitch- 
 el refers to the boy, in these delicious terms : 
 
 "In those same sombre rooms," says Mitchel, 
 " surrounded by the same solemn environment, 
 there grows up at this moment another young 
 shoot of that old Tipperary stock, a youth now 
 of fifteen years, and with many subjects for 
 thoughtful musing, if he has a head for thought, 
 as is likely. Perhaps he occupies at this day 
 his father s little study, surrounded by his fa- 
 
40 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 ther s books, and haunted by his father s fame. 
 What reflections must have passed through that 
 youthful head, as the news used to arrive from 
 day to day of some desperate battle on the 
 Eappahannock or Chickahominy and of the 
 Green Flag of the Irish Brigade fronting the 
 red Confederate battle -flag (no unworthy 
 match). Did the boy see in thought his fa 
 ther s dark plume careering through the battle, 
 amidst the smoke and thunder, and the tempest 
 of crashing musketry and fierce shouts of the 
 onset ? Did the young heart swell with pride, 
 and hope, and a longing and craving to be riding 
 that moment by his father s side ?" 
 
 The loss of Meagher s mother, almost in his 
 infancy, was supplied by the maternal care of a 
 most pious and exemplary aunt, whose heart 
 was interwoven with the life of the boy. From 
 her care he passed to the charge of the Jesuit 
 institutions, where his education was completed. 
 His reverence for these institutions, and the 
 system practised there, never faded. Writing, 
 years after he left them, he says : 
 
 " All over the world the colleges of the Jes 
 uits are precisely alike. I have spent six years 
 
REVERENCE FOR THE JESUITS COLLEGES. 41 
 
 in Clongowes, their Irish college. I have spent 
 four years in Stonylmrst, their English college. 
 I have visited their college in Brussels, their 
 college in Namour; their college in George 
 town, in the District of Columbia ; visited their 
 college in Spriughill, a few miles from Mobile, 
 in the State of Alabama ; visited their college 
 in New Orleans, on the banks of the great Re 
 publican river of the Mississippi; and in each 
 and all, whether as an inmate or a visitor, the 
 prevailing identity in each and all, no matter 
 what the clime, what the government the pre 
 vailing identity has been to me not only very 
 perceptible, but singularly striking. Not only 
 singularly striking, but from the completeness 
 of its identity, suggestive of a grand belief 
 the belief that there is, or can be, with all the 
 strifes, vagaries, incongruities, or enmities of 
 the world, a code of moral excellence, gentle 
 ness, and beauty which may reconcile and blend 
 the diversities and antipathies which our com 
 mon nature, diseased by the fatal Fall, has 
 thrown out and multiplied malignantly." 
 
CHAPTER II. 
 
 MEAGIIER F SOCIAL AND PERSONAL CHARACTER- 
 HIS WIT AND COURAGE. 
 
 MEAOHER S nature overflowed with the spirit 
 of wit and humor. His wit was exquisite at 
 times, and his humor always irresistible, yet he 
 loved more to listen to wit mothers than to dis 
 play it himself. The pleasant, hearty, and al 
 most silent laughter with which he enjoyed a 
 happy joke, a quick repartee, or a brilliant 
 thought thrown off spontaneously by his com 
 panions, will not be easily forgotten by those 
 who shared with him the hours of sunshine 
 which formed a part of his life in that interreg 
 num in New York which existed between the 
 stormy passages of his political career in Ire 
 land, his penal exile in Australia, and his ad 
 vent upon a new bat tie -field as a soldier. Dur 
 ing that period it may be said that Meagher had 
 
HABITS OF INDUSTR 43 
 
 no well-defined purpose in life, except the grand 
 one which was born with him, to be something 
 great and useful in the world. While he en 
 joyed a comparative leisure in New York at this 
 time, he was never idle. His lectures, his pub 
 lic speeches, his short journalistic labors, his 
 Costa Rica pilgrimage, divided his thoughts 
 with great schemes for the future ; schemes 
 concerning which he was always hopeful, but 
 few of which, unhappily, were destined to reach 
 fruition. His law studies and his brief practice 
 at the bar, were yokes which he bore, not with 
 out a little fretting to be sure, yet with infinite 
 good-humor. He had the pluck to meet every 
 difficulty in the path that lay towards the fulfil 
 ment of his aspirations. He was rarely down 
 cast ; for indeed such good fortune as falls to 
 a man s lot from the love and approbation of 
 his friends was always present with him. The 
 creme dc la creme of New York society enter 
 tained him and courted him. He lived in that 
 atmosphere as well as in the affections of his 
 own people. He may have been, in a measure, 
 spoiled by it ; but I am not willing to give my 
 testimony to that fact. Meagher was a gentle 
 man an Irish gentleman and no flattery could 
 add to the consciousness which he already pos- 
 
44 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 sessed, that he represented, and was always 
 ready to represent that class the world over. 
 There was that innate material in him that 
 could neither absolutely bend to flattery, nor 
 submit to the approaches of vulgar familiarity. 
 Everything small and mean in official or in pri 
 vate life he detested ; and while he accepted, he 
 could smile at the ovations bestowed upon him. 
 Hence he had some enemies. And why not ? 
 What man wants to go to his grave without 
 placing on record his enemies as well as his 
 Mends? If one s friends can be noted down 
 amongst the good, and honest, and virtuous, 
 and manly in society, it makes little difference 
 where his enemies are placed. And this was 
 precisely the case with Meagher. Here, there 
 fore, I leave this branch of the subject. 
 
 There are many of his friends who remember 
 with what indifference he regarded such hostili 
 ty as came only from small and unworthy 
 minds ; how little he was affected by criticisms 
 that sprung from an ignoble source. Sensitive 
 as he always was to everything touching in the 
 most delicate fashion his honor and his name, 
 he could treat with good-natured contempt, ex 
 pressed in an easy, and sometimes in a jovial 
 way, attacks that even some of his friends re- 
 
HIS FEARLESSNESS. 45 
 
 garded as severe and unjust ; dismissing them 
 with a laughing but point-blank hit at the petty 
 slanderer. But with what trenchant force he 
 could defend himself when assailed from quar 
 ters worthy of his ire ! How boldly he could 
 meet an attack, whether it came from a mob or 
 a newspaper ! Mark his bearing in the turbu 
 lent scene at Belfast, when, in company with 
 Mitchel and Smith O Brien, he confronted the 
 burly butchers of Hercules-street. As joyous 
 as he was fearless in his bravery, he saw all the 
 fun of the thing, while he did not think much 
 about the danger. In Limerick, too, at the fa 
 mous banquet given to O Brien, Mitchel, and 
 himself, on the 29th of April, 1848, when a 
 senseless mob, instigated by an influence 
 which was powerful in proportion as it was re 
 garded as sacred, and coming from a reverend 
 source made an assault upon the building, 
 smashed the windows with stones, set fire to the 
 structure, without one chivalrous thought for 
 the safety of the hundreds of ladies who were 
 within. Here, in the midst of the tumult, 
 Meagher s calmness did not forsake him. While 
 O Brien, with his usual impetuous courage, went 
 out of doors into the midst of the surging and 
 howling mass, by whom it is shameful to re- 
 
46 THOMAS FEANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 cord he was grossly maltreated, hoping to cow 
 them by his boldness, Mitchel and Meagher re 
 mained within, awaiting the opportunity to say 
 what they had to say, and were not going to 
 leave without saying it. O Brien, Mitchel, and 
 Meagher had just been arrested on a charge of 
 sedition, and were then under bail to appear 
 before the Court of Queen s Bench at the ap 
 proaching term. When the tumult was stilled, 
 Meagher uttered this magnificent vindication of 
 sedition, than which few nobler words ever came 
 from his impassioned lips : 
 
 " The occurrences of this evening do not dis 
 hearten me. I am encouraged by your sympa 
 thy, and can, therefore, forgive the rudeness of 
 the rabble. 
 
 " Nor do I conceive that our cause is injured 
 by these manifestations , of ignorance and im 
 morality. The mists from the marshes obscure 
 the sun they do not taint, they do not extin 
 guish it. 
 
 "Enough of this. The wrongs and perils of 
 the country must exclude from our minds every 
 other subject of consideration, 
 t " From the summer of 1846 to the winter of 
 1848, the wing of an avenging angel swept our 
 
SPEECH AT LIMERICK. 47 
 
 soil and sky. The fruits of the earth died as 
 the shadow passed, and they who had nursed 
 them into life, read in the withered leaves that 
 they, too, should die ; and, dying, swell the red 
 catalogue of carnage in which the sins and 
 splendors of that empire of which we are the 
 prosecuted foes have been immortalized. And, 
 whilst death thus counted in his spoils by the 
 score, we, who should have stood up between 
 the destroyer and the doomed we, who should 
 have prayed together, marched together, fought 
 together, to save the people we were in arms 
 drilled and disciplined into factions striking 
 each other across the graves that each day 
 opened at our feet, instead of joining hands 
 above them, and snatching victory from death. 
 
 "The cry of famine was lost in the cry of 
 faction, and many a brave heart, flying from the 
 scene, bled as it looked back upon the riotous 
 profanation in which the worst passions of the 
 country were engaged. 
 
 " You know the rest you know the occur 
 rences of the last few weeks. At the very hour 
 when the feud was hottest, a voice from the 
 banks of the Seine summoned us to desist. 
 That voice has been obeyed we have trampled 
 upon the whims and prejudices that divided 
 
48 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 us and it is this event that explains the sedi 
 tion in which we glory. The sudden reconstruc 
 tion of the regenerative power which, in 1843, 
 menaced the integrity of the empire, and prom 
 ised liberty to this island, dictated the language 
 which has entitled us to the vengeance of the 
 minister and the confidence of the people. 
 
 " Nor this alone. It is not in the language of 
 the lawyer or the police magistrate that the 
 wrongs and aspirations of an oppressed nation 
 should be stated. For the pang with which it 
 writhes for the passion with which it heaves 
 for the chafed heart the burning brain the 
 quickening pulse the soaring soul there is a 
 language quite at variance with the grammar 
 and the syntax of a government. It is gener 
 ous, bold, and passionate. It often glows with 
 the fire of genius it sometimes thunders with 
 the spirit of the prophet. It is tainted with no 
 falsehood it is polished with no flattery. In 
 the desert on the mountain within the city 
 everywhere it has been spoken, throughout 
 all ages. It requires no teaching it is the in 
 herent and imperishable language of humanity. 
 Kings, soldiers, judges, hangmen, have pro 
 claimed it. In pools of blood they have sought 
 to cool and quench this fiery tongue. They 
 
SPEECH AT LIMERICK. . 49 
 
 have built the prison they have launched the 
 convict-ship they have planted the gallows 
 tree to warn it to be still. The sword, the 
 sceptre, the black mask, the guillotine all have 
 failed. Sedition wears the crown in Europe on 
 this day, and the scaffold, on which the poor 
 scribes of royalty had scrawled her death-sen 
 tence, is the throne upon which she receives the 
 homage of humanity, and guarantees its glory. 
 
 " Therefore it is, I do not blush for the crime 
 with which I have been charged. Therefore it 
 is, you have invited a traitorous triumvirate to 
 your ancient and gallant city, and have honored 
 them this evening. 
 
 " In doing so, you have taken your stand 
 against the government of England, and I know 
 of no spot in Ireland where a braver stand 
 should be made than here, by the waters of the 
 Shannon, where the sword of Sarsfield flashed. 
 Whilst that old Treaty stone, without the Tho- 
 mond gate, attests the courage and the honor of 
 your fathers, the nerve and faith of Limerick 
 shall never be mistrusted. 
 
 " No, there could be no coward born within 
 those walls, which, in their old age, instruct so 
 thrillingly the young hearts that gaze upon 
 them with reverence whispering to them, as 
 
50 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGIIER. 
 
 they do, memories that drive the blood, in boil 
 ing currents, through the veins telling those 
 young hearts, not to doubt, not to falter, not to 
 fear that in a sunnier hour the Wild Geese 
 shall yet return from France ! 
 
 " These sentiments are, no doubt, seditious, 
 and the expression of them may bring me with 
 in the provisions of this new felony bill the 
 bill, mind you, that is to strike the nation dumb. 
 
 " Yes, from this day out, you must lie down, 
 and eat your words! Yes, you you starved 
 wretch, lying naked in that ditch, with clenched 
 teeth and starting eye, gazing on the clouds 
 that redden with the flames in which your hovel 
 is consumed what matters it that the claw of 
 hunger is fastening in your heart what matters 
 it that the hot poison of the fever is shooting 
 through your brain what matters it that the 
 tooth of the lean dog is cutting through the 
 bone of that dead child, of which you were once 
 the guardian what matters it that the lips of 
 that spectre there, once the pride and beauty of 
 the village, when you wooed and won her as 
 your bride, are blackened with the blood of the 
 youngest to whom she has given birth what 
 matters it that the golden grain, which sprung 
 from the sweat you squandered on the soil, has 
 
SPEECH AT LIMERICK. 51 
 
 been torn from your grasp, and Heaven s first 
 decree to fallen man be contravened by human 
 law what matters it that you are thus pained 
 and stung thus lashed and maddened hush ! 
 beat back the passion that rushes from your 
 heart check the curse that gurgles in your 
 throat die ! die without a groan ! die with 
 out a struggle ! die without a cry ! for the 
 government which starves you, desires to live 
 in peace! 
 
 "Shall this be so? 
 
 " Shall the conquest of Ireland be this year 
 completed? Shall the spirit which has survived 
 the pains and penalties of centuries which has 
 never ceased to stir the heart of Ireland with 
 the hope of a better day which has defied the 
 sword of famine and the sword of law which 
 has lived through the desolation of the last 
 year, and kept the old flag flying, spite of the 
 storm which rent its folds what! shall this 
 spirit sink down at last tamed and crippled by 
 the blow with which it has been struck mut 
 tering no sentiment that is not loyal, legal, 
 slavish, and corrupt ? 
 
 " Why should I put this question ? 
 
 " Have I not been already answered by that 
 flash of arms, which purifies the air where the 
 
52 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 pestilence has been ? Have I not already 
 caught the quick beating of that heart, which 
 many men had said was cold and dull, and, in 
 its strong pulsation, have we not heard the rush 
 ing of that current, which, for a time, may over 
 flow the land overflow it, to fertilize, to restore, 
 and beautify ? 
 
 " The mind of Ireland no longer wavers. It 
 has acquired the faith, the constancy, the hero 
 ism of a predestined martyr. It foresees the 
 worst prepares for the worst. The cross as 
 in Milan glitters in the haze of battle, and 
 points to eternity ! 
 
 " We shall no longer seek for liberty in the 
 bye- ways. On the broad field, in front of the 
 foreign swords, the soul of this nation, grown 
 young and chivalrous again, shall clothe herself, 
 like the Angel of the Resurrection, in the white 
 robe, and point to the sepulchre that is void ; 
 or shall mount the scaffold that eminence on 
 which many a radiant transfiguration has taken 
 place and bequeath to the crowd below, a les 
 son for their instruction, and an idol for their 
 worship !" 
 
 Of a similar character as the scene of the 
 Limerick Banquet, though not as violent or as 
 
SCENE IN THE CORK THEATRE. 53 
 
 savage, was that which occurred in the Cork 
 theatre on the night of the 20th of September, 
 1847. The galleries were taken possession of 
 by a crowd, representing the " Old Ireland" 
 party, whose Shibboleth just then was " Who 
 killed O Connell ?" This crowd made but a trifle 
 of breaking down the doors when opposition to 
 their entrance was presented. They formed a 
 solid phalanx in the gallery, and seemed deter 
 mined that no speaker on that stage should be 
 heard. With considerable difficulty O Brien, 
 Meagher, and their friends obtained entrance 
 through the stage door, so dense was the brawl 
 ing mass outside. Denny Lane vainly at 
 tempted to obtain a hearing for the speakers. 
 Michael Joseph Barry, who was then popular 
 with his townsmen, was equally unsuccessful. 
 O Brien made a stubborn effort to get a hear 
 ing, in which he only partially succeeded, and 
 finally retired from the scene. He made his 
 speech, but it was imperfectly heard. When 
 Meagher advanced to the front of the stage, he 
 was received with a storm of yells from the 
 upper regions, mingled with cheers from the 
 pit and boxes, to which the ladies heartily 
 added their approbation of the young orator. 
 For five minutes he looked silently on the tu- 
 
1)4: THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 mult. Then, striking his clenched hand upon 
 the railing which was temporarily constructed 
 to prevent a rush of the crowd upon the stage, 
 he cried out "If I have to stand here until 
 to-morrow, you must hear what I have got to 
 say." The sound of his voice stayed the out 
 cries, and he proceeded to deliver an oration, 
 the peroration of which is perhaps one of the 
 most finished efforts, as well as the strongest 
 illustration of his power over the masses. The 
 writer remembers well the effect of that burst 
 of eloquence, for he stood by the orator s side. 
 It fell amongst those stormy elements like the 
 voice upon the waters, bidding them to be still. 
 Italy was at that time in the throes of an insur 
 rection. Pius the Ninth, then in the first year 
 of his pontificate, was planning measures of 
 political amnesty and amelioration. Meagher 
 seized upon the news to give effect to his 
 speech, which he did in the following splendid 
 language : 
 
 " Ah ! is there nothing, at this day, at this 
 very hour, to stir the blood within you ? Do 
 you not hear it ? Does it not ring through the 
 soul, and quiver through the brain? Beyond 
 
IN THE COEK THEATEE. 55 
 
 the Alps a trumpet calls the dead nations of 
 Europe from their shrouds ! 
 
 " Italy ! at whose tombs the poets of the 
 Christian world have knelt and received their 
 inspiration Italy ! amid the ruins of whose 
 forum the orators of the world have learned to 
 sway the souls of men, and guide them, like the 
 coursers of the sun, through all climes and sea 
 sons, changing darkness into light, and giving 
 heat to the coldest clay Italy ! from whose ra 
 diant skies the sculptor draws down the fire that 
 quickens the marble into life, and bids it take 
 those wondrous forms, which shall perish only 
 when the stars change into drops of blood, and 
 fall to earth Italy ! where religion, claiming the 
 noblest genius as her handmaid, has reared the 
 loftiest temples to the Divinity, and with a 
 pomp, which in the palaces of the Caesars never 
 shone, attracts the proudest children of the 
 )arth to the ceremonies of her immortal faith 
 Italy ! the beautiful, the brilliant, and the gift 
 ed Italy ! Italy is in arms ! 
 
 " Down for centuries, amid the dust of heroes 
 wasting silently away, she has started from her 
 swoon, for the vestal fire could not be extin 
 guished. Austria old, decrepit, haggard thief 
 
56 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 clotted with the costly blood of Poland 
 trembles as she sheathes her sword, and plays 
 the penitent within Ferrara s walls. 
 
 " Glory ! Glory ! to the citizens of Kome, pa 
 tricians and plebeians, who think that liberty is 
 worth a drop of blood, and will not stint the 
 treasure to befriend in other lands a sluggish, 
 false morality! 
 
 " Glory ! Glory ! to the maids and matrons of 
 Kome descendants of Cornelia inheritors of 
 the pride and loveliness of Nina di Kasseli 
 who, working scarfs of gold and purple for the 
 keenest marksmen, bid the chivalry of their 
 houses go forth and bring the vulture, shadow 
 ing their sunny skies, reeking to the earth ! 
 
 "Glory! Glory! to the High Priest, who, 
 within the circle of the Seven Hills whose 
 summits glitter with ten thousand virgin bayo 
 nets plants the banner of the Cross, and, in 
 that sign, commands the civic guard to strike 
 and conquer ! 
 
 " And what can Ireland do, to aid this bril 
 liant nation in her struggle ? In rags, in hun 
 ger, and in sickness sitting, like a widowed 
 queen, amid the shadows of her pillar towers 
 and the gray altars of a forgotten creed with 
 two millions of her sons and daughters lying 
 
IN THE CORK THEATRE. 57 
 
 slain and shroudless at her feet what can this 
 poor island do ? 
 
 " Weak, sorrowful, treasureless as she is, I be 
 lieve there are still a few rich drops within her 
 heart that she can spare. 
 
 " Perish the law that forbids her to give 
 more ! Perish the law that, having drained her 
 of her wealth, forbids her to be the boldest 
 spirit in the fight ! Perish the law which, in 
 the language of our young apostle our proph 
 et and our guide compels her sons to perish 
 in a climate soft as a mother s smile fruitful 
 as God s love ! Perish the law which, in the 
 language of one whose genius I admire, but 
 whose apostasy I shall never imitate, * converts 
 the island, which ought to be the most fortunate 
 in the world, into a receptacle of suffering and 
 degradation counteracting the magnificent ar 
 rangement of Providence frustrating the be 
 neficent designs of God. " 
 
 During the interval between his arrival in 
 New York and the breaking out of the war, 
 Meagher s mind was unembarrassed by the 
 graver thoughts which preceded and followed 
 these two epochs, and it was then that his fine 
 social qualities were best displayed. While 
 
58 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 reading law, and skimming over novels in 
 Judge Emmett s office ; while practising his 
 legal profession, with Malcolm Campbell, under 
 the title of Meagher and Campbell, in the third 
 story natty office in Ann-street, with Bartholo 
 mew O Connor, ex-judge and good fellow, for a 
 joint tenant; while laboring, or gossipping in 
 the editorial sanctum of the Irish News, in the 
 dingy little double room, partitioned off, and 
 well pasted over with maps and Irish illustra 
 tions, up a crooked stairs, he found time for an 
 occasional hour of social enjoyment, at which 
 times his heart would open to his friends, and 
 all the genial humor of his nature would pour 
 forth in a bubbling flood. Public entertain 
 ments, too, engrossed a portion of his leisure, 
 for his splendid eloquence was welcome every 
 where. He was the guest of every organized 
 society in the city ; but the " Friendly Sons of 
 St. Patrick" claimed him annually, first as a 
 guest, and afterwards as a member, until, in 
 1856, he could no longer wash down their Brit 
 ish loyalty, even with the very best champagne, 
 and, as about this time that sentiment was be 
 coming paramount to all national Irish feeling, 
 Meagher left the body, so far as to withdraw 
 his presence from its banquets in future. 
 
IN CLONMEL JAIL. 59 
 
 V 
 
 I have alluded to Meagher s infinite fund of 
 humor and light-heartedness. They never left 
 him in all the trying circumstances of his life ; 
 not even under the most trying of all, when he 
 had listened to the sentence to be hanged, 
 drawn, and quartered ! 
 
 A writer in the " Dublin Nation" describing 
 Meagher in his cell in Clonrnel jail, while under 
 sentence of death, says, " His wit, his genial 
 fun, his talents and accomplishments, even his 
 high health and spirits, were the inspirations 
 of his companions. 
 
 " There was no feverish glare in his gayety, 
 no strained effort. It was of that natural, 
 healthful sort, that infects others spontaneous 
 ly. Nothing in his person marked the captive 
 of romance, neither hollow cheeks, nor fur 
 rowed brow, nor neglected beard, nor ungar- 
 tered hose. The frank features had, from long 
 confinement, lost the florid complexion which 
 formerly had rather vulgarized them, and were 
 further improved by a shade more of thought- 
 fulness. But the bright smile lingered on the 
 lips, and he was still to be distinguished by a 
 certain fastidious neatness of person which, in 
 one of less intellect, would have degenerated 
 into dandyism. 
 
60 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 " Will you come and visit my cell, cried 
 Meagher, after he had played innumerable 
 games of ball, with all the ardor of a boy of 
 fifteen, until brow and bosom glowed with ani 
 mation. Yes, do, pray, show us how you man 
 age to disg uise the fetters, to drape your situ 
 ation, as the French would say, gayly replied 
 one of our party. We ascended a stone stair 
 case, the walls of which were so painfully white 
 they made one wink. The very cleanliness of 
 a jail has something cutting and icy about it. 
 At length Meagher called out, Halt, and we 
 found ourselves at the end of a long corridor, 
 which contained about twenty cells. At the 
 door of each hung an enormous iron padlock, 
 to secure the prisoners at night. That is mine, 
 said Meagher, pointing to the fourth or fifth in 
 the row. Was it magic, or a dream, or what ? 
 This a place of punishment ! Why, I never saw 
 anything so coquettish, so graceful, so fanciful, 
 so fairy-like as this tiny boudoir. Imagine a 
 little room, about the size of an ordinary pan 
 try, lighted from the top by a large skylight, 
 with bare whitewashed walls, neither fireplace 
 nor stove, and a cold stone floor. These were 
 the materials Meagher had to work on, and this 
 dreary spot, which would have struck a less 
 
IN CLONMEL JAIL. 61 
 
 brave heart with helpless despair, he had with 
 his own hands converted into a genuine expres 
 sion of the poetry which formed the basis of 
 his character and genius. 
 
 " A warm crimson cloth lined the walls, and 
 at once removed the fever-hospital look of the 
 place. Handsome French prints hung in rich 
 profusion, whose lively colors and fresh gildings 
 were fresh and animating. 
 
 " A pretty sofa bedstead completely filled the 
 farthest end of the cell. Bound three sides of 
 it were ranged well-stored book-shelves, just 
 within reach of his hand ; he thus lay nestled 
 in books, and in the long winter evenings, de 
 prived of fire, could still read comfortably. 
 Just over the foot of the bed, so that it was the 
 object his eye most constantly greeted, was 
 placed a magnificent crucifix carved in ivory 
 so much for the infidel. 
 
 " Here and there among the pictures hung 
 souvenirs or trophies he prized. A battered 
 hat of O Gorman s which had seen the hill 
 side ; an enormous pipe which had belonged 
 to Robert Blum, the Frankfort patriot ; a chaos 
 of netted purses, segar and watch cases, and 
 many other female tokens of interest in the 
 young rebel ; a bright warm carpet, a table, 
 
62 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 and two or three chairs, all of tasteful form- 
 completed the furniture. An exquisite propri 
 ety of cleanliness gave a singular look to this 
 pleasant spot. An atom of dust seemed never 
 to have rested on it. The snowy coverings of 
 the bed and dressing-table the vase of spring 
 flowers, so fresh and sparkling, which stood be 
 side his open book the gay pictures, many of 
 them beautiful female heads the newly bound 
 books all spoke of repose and order. It was 
 utterly impossible to imagine one s self in a con 
 demned cell ; and such is the influence of exter 
 nal things on the mind, that we were all talking 
 and laughing as merrily in ten minutes as if the 
 scenes at Clonmel, with Monaghan and Black- 
 burne as principal figures, had only happened 
 in a Christmas pantomime." 
 
 Thus was Meagher in prison with a doubtful, 
 although judicially pronounced fate before him. 
 The scaffold with all its horrors had no de 
 pressing influence upon him. He was as cheer 
 ful in the prison of the condemned, as he was 
 resolute in the dock. Having performed his 
 duty with fidelity to his country, he was willing 
 to accept all the responsibility be it death, 
 or be it perpetual banishment. It was but a 
 few days after the interview above described 
 
IN PRISON. 63 
 
 that the four condemned prisoners Meagher, 
 O Brien, McManus, and O Donoghue were 
 convened to Dublin under an escort of Dra 
 goons. They were hurried off from the Clon- 
 mel jail at three o clock in the morning, and 
 were far on their route before daylight. There 
 was a design planned, and partially prepared, 
 to effect a rescue ; but, through treachery on 
 the part of the prison chaplain, the purposes of 
 the " conspirators" were divulged to the Gov 
 ernment, and hence the prisoners were carried 
 off with great haste. It was stated, but I have 
 no authority to vouch for the statement, that 
 the clergyman referred to made a personal 
 visit to Dublin Castle to unburden himself of 
 the news, confidentially intrusted to him. At 
 all events, the facts were communicated to the 
 authorities, and several young men were ar 
 rested by the military at night, while holding 
 a secret (but premature) meeting in " the Wil 
 derness," a little glen outside the town of Clon- 
 mel. The writer, who was a participant in the 
 scheme, as representative from the Cork Coun 
 cil, was not one of the arrested, being in the 
 mountains holding converse with the Mulcahies, 
 three gallant and gigantic brothers, and other 
 stalwart Tipperary farmers, about that time. 
 
CHAPTEK III. 
 
 ARRIVAL IN AMERICA. 
 
 MEAGHER S life in Yan Dieman s Land was 
 not marked by much variety, if we except the 
 fact of his marriage, which occurred some time 
 before his escape. The district allotted to him, 
 under the privilege of his ticket-of-leave, was a 
 mountainous region in the highest point of 
 which there nestled a charming piece of water 
 called Lake Sorel, and upon the banks of this 
 stood the cottage in which he spent his convict 
 life, except when he was out on the mountain 
 with his gun and his dog, both of which the 
 " authorities" condescendingly permitted him to 
 own ; or traversing the mountain roads on his 
 fleet-footed horse, not a " two-forty" animal of 
 this day, but something better a natural crea 
 ture, with the breath of heaven in his nostrils. 
 No one who ever saw Meagher in the saddle 
 
SKETCHES FKOM THE " JAIL JOURNAL." 65 
 
 could fail to be struck by his masterly horse 
 manship. He looked ever like one of that 
 
 " Host which Jason might have led 
 On the plains of Thessaly !" 
 
 In his solitude at Lake Sorel he sometimes 
 luxuriated also in a little yachting, in the small 
 boat for which some loving memories of the 
 literature of 1848 suggested the name " Spe- 
 ranza." Sometimes, too, he would scamper off 
 into the convict semi-civilization of Hobart 
 Town, which lay within his district, and dash 
 into the merriment of a local election with all 
 the gusto, but less of the hearty earnestness, with 
 which he flung himself into the Galway election, 
 a few years before, when Antony OTlaherty 
 was running against the Castle nominee 
 then Attorney-General and now Chief-Justice 
 Monahan. The location of Meagher s " ticket- 
 of-leave" home in Van Dieman s Land, and 
 perhaps as much as it is necessary to give here, 
 in order to supply a picture of his mode and 
 habits of life, is furnished by the following 
 sketches from John Mitchel s " Jail Journal" 
 Describing the first interview with Meagher, 
 after their parting in the Green-street Court 
 house, in Dublin, Mitchel who, in company 
 
66 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 with his friend and fellow-prisoner, John Martin, 
 started from Bothwell to visit Meagher in his 
 high mountain home says in his Journal : 
 
 "It now began to grow dusk, for we had 
 been four hours and a half on the way ; and 
 the evening was fast growing dark, when we 
 heard the gallop of three horses, and a loud 
 laugh well known to me. We went to the door ; 
 and in a minute Meagher and O Doherty had 
 thrown themselves from their horses ; and as 
 we exchanged greeting I know not from what 
 impulse, whether from buoyancy of heart, or 
 bizarre perversity of feeling we all laughed till 
 the woods rung around ; laughed loud and long 
 and uproariously, till two teal rose startled from 
 the reeds on the lake shore, and flew screaming 
 to seek a quieter neighborhood. 
 
 " I suspect there was something hollow in that 
 laughter, though at the time it was hearty, vo 
 ciferous, and spontaneous. But even in laugh 
 ter the heart is sad ; and curses, or tears, just 
 then, might have become us better. 
 
 " Both these exiles looked fresh and vigor 
 ous. Kevin O Doherty I had scarcely ever met 
 before ; but he is a fine, erect, noble-looking 
 
ON THE MOUNTAIN. 67 
 
 young man, with a face well bronzed with air 
 and exercise." 
 
 At a later period Mitchel paid another visit 
 to his friend at Lake Sorel. This time Mrs. 
 Mitchel was with him. She had but recently 
 come with her children to share her husband s 
 exile. This is the way Mitchel describes their 
 meeting with Meagher on that occasion : 
 
 " We still ascended, the mountain becoming 
 wilder and steeper at every mile, until we were 
 full two thousand feet above the plain of Ross. 
 Here an opening among the trees gave us a 
 view over the low country we had left, wide, 
 arid, and parched in aspect, with ridge after 
 ridge of rugged-looking wooded hills stretching 
 far towards the Pacific eastward. High and 
 grim to the northeast towered the vast Ben Lo 
 mond ; and we could trace in the blue distance 
 that valley of Si. Paul s, where we had left 
 O Brien wandering on his lonely way. We were 
 now almost on the ridge where our track crossed 
 the summit of the western range ; we had dis 
 mounted, and I was leading the horse up the re 
 maining steep acclivity, when we suddenly saw 
 a man on the track above us ; he had a gun in 
 
68 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 his hand, on his head a cabbage-tree hat, and at 
 his feet an enormous dog. When he observed 
 us he sung out Coo, ee ! the cry with which 
 people in the bush make themselves heard at a 
 distance. (7oo, ee ! I shouted in reply ; when 
 down came bounding dog and man together. 
 The man was Meagher, who had walked four 
 miles from his cottage to meet us ! the dog was 
 Brian, a noble, shaggy greyhound, that be 
 longed to McManus, but of which Meagher had 
 now the charge. 
 
 " We continued our ascent merrily, and soon 
 knew though the forest was thick all around 
 us that we had reached the mountain-top, by 
 the fresh breeze that blew on our brows, from 
 the other side. 
 
 " And now how shall I describe the won 
 drous scene that breaks upon us here a sight to 
 be seen only in Tasmania, a land where not only 
 the native productions of the country, but the 
 very features of nature herself, seem formed on 
 a pattern the very reverse of every model, form, 
 and law, on which the structure of the rest of 
 the globe is put together; a land where the 
 mountain-tops are vast lakes, where the trees 
 strip of bark instead of leaves, and where the 
 cherry-stones grow on the outside of the cher- 
 
A MOUNTAIN LAKE. 69 
 
 ries. After climbing full two thousand feet we 
 stand at one moment on the brink of the steep 
 mountain, and behold the plain of Boss far be 
 low ; the next minute, instead of commencing 
 our descent into a valley on the opposite side, 
 we are on the edge of a great lake, stretching 
 at least seven miles to the opposite shore, held 
 in here by the mere summits of the mountain- 
 range, and brimming to the very lips of the cup 
 or crater that contains it. A cutting of twenty- 
 five feet in depth would, at this point, send its 
 waters plunging over the mountain, to form a 
 new river in the plains of Eoss. At another 
 part of its shore, to the northwest, a similar 
 canal would drain it into the Lake river, which 
 flows along the foot of the mountains on that 
 side. As it is, the only outlet is through Lake 
 Crescent and the Clyde ; and so it comes to 
 fertilize the vale of Bothwell, and bathe the 
 roots of our trees at Nant Cottage. 
 
 " We pass the Dog s-head promontory and 
 enter a rough, winding path cut among the 
 trees, which brings us to a quiet bay, or deep 
 curve of the lake, at the head of which, facing 
 one of the most glorious scenes of fairy-land, 
 with the clear waters rippling at his feet, and a 
 dense forest around and behind it, stands our 
 
70 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 friend s quiet cottage. A little wooden jetty 
 runs out some yards into the lake ; and at an 
 chor, near the end of the jetty, lies the "Spe- 
 ranza," a new boat built at Hobart Town, and 
 hauled up here through Bothwell, a distance of 
 seventy -five miles, by six bullocks. 
 
 " On the verandah we are welcomed by the 
 lady of this sylvan hermitage, give our horses 
 to Tom Egan to be taken care of, and spend a 
 pleasant hour, till dinner-time, sauntering on 
 the lake shore. After dinner a sail is proposed. 
 Jack is summoned, an old sailor kept here by 
 Meagher to navigate the boat ; the stern-sheets 
 are spread with opossum skins, rugs, and 
 shawls ; the American flag is run up, and we 
 sally forth, intending to visit the island, and seo 
 how the oats and potatoes are thriving. For 
 Meagher means to be a great farmer also ; and 
 has kept a man on the island several months, 
 ploughing, planting, and sowing. The after 
 noon, however, proves rough ; the wind is too 
 much ahead, and when a mile or two from the 
 shore we give up the trip to the island and put 
 the boat about. She stoops, almost gunwale 
 under, and goes flying .and staggering home. 
 The afternoon had become raw, and we enjoyed 
 the sight of the wood-fire illuminating the little 
 
HIS ESCAPE. 71 
 
 crimson parlor and the gayly-bound books that 
 loaded the shelves. Pleasant evening of course, 
 except when we spoke of Ireland, and the mis 
 erable debris of her puny agitators, which are 
 fast making the name of Irishman a word of 
 reproach all over the world." 
 
 And so Meagher passed his life in the Tas- 
 manian wilderness until, by the help of Provi 
 dence, and P. J. Smyth, and the New York 
 Iribh Directory, and, more than all perhaps, by 
 his own daring courage, after he resigned his 
 parole, defied the British jail authorities to 
 arrest him, intrusted himself to the bufferings 
 of a stormy sea in an open boat, braved the 
 desolation of an uninhabited island for some 
 hours, and, after much weary travail, reached 
 Pernambuco, and from thence finally landed in 
 NPW York, as we have already stated in a pre 
 vious chapter. 
 
CHAPTEE IV. 
 
 MEAGHER AS A SOLDIER HE RAISES AND TAKES 
 COMMAND OF THE IRISH BRIGADE. 
 
 THE first overt act of civil war in the United 
 States a war which endured from April, 1681, 
 to April, 1865, occurred on the 12th day of April, 
 1861, when a formal demand was made by Gen. 
 Beauregard, then commanding the Confederate 
 forces at Charleston, upon Maj. Anderson, of 
 the U. S. army, to surrender the federal strong 
 hold, Fort Sumter, and the property of the gen 
 eral government which it contained, into the 
 hands of the government recently established at 
 Montgomery, Ala., and claiming recognition a.<3 
 the government of the " Confederate States of 
 America." How the demand of the insurgent 
 general was met by Maj. Anderson, and the re 
 sult which followed in the terrific bombardment 
 of Sumter, from the forts at Moultrie, Sullivan s 
 Island, and Cummin gs Point, and its surrender 
 on the 13th, are known. It is not within ths 
 
PREPARATION FOR WAR. 73 
 
 province of this volume to dilate upon the 
 political causes which led to the civil war, the 
 preliminary acts of which called into existence 
 Meagher s Irish Brigade in the Army of the 
 Potomac, an organization which, by its valor in 
 the field, in its patient endurance on the march, 
 its invaluable labors in the fortifications, and 
 its promptness to participate heartily and un 
 flinchingly in every battle fought while it con 
 tinued disintegrated by the fearful losses sus 
 tained by the regiments composing it, have en 
 titled every* man who stood in its ranks to the 
 highest honor which a true soldier covets, and 
 to the lasting gratitude of the country which it 
 helped to preserve from a disaster the most de 
 plorable that could befall any country national 
 dissolution. 
 
 Previous to the attack on Fort Sumter, it was 
 a matter of some doubt whether the secession 
 of the Southern States would be resisted by 
 force of arms. In the latter end of March and 
 the early part of April great indecision was 
 said to prevail in the Cabinet councils, and it 
 was only on the 2d of the latter month that 
 orders were issued to put the army and navy of 
 the United States on a war footing. Even when 
 an expedition was fitted out in New York, con- 
 
74 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 sisting of eight vessels of war and transports, 
 with 26 guns and 1,380 men, it was still ru 
 mored that the object was to settle our claims 
 with Spain, and not to make any coercive de 
 monstration against the South. But with the 
 echo of the first gun at Sumter, all doubt as to the 
 course to be pursued was dispelled, and if any 
 hesitancy existed in the minds of Mr. Lincoln 
 or his Cabinet it vanished then. The concilia 
 tory policy of Gen. Scott to let our erring sis 
 ters depart in peace received no favor. The 
 whole people of the North rose as one man to 
 resent the insult offered to the National Flag. 
 Hence the call issued by the President on the 
 15th of April for 75,000 of the militia of all 
 the States, was answered with a unanimity with 
 which no appeal of a similar kind was ever re 
 ceived before. The quota of New York under 
 this call was about 13,000 men ; and they were 
 speedily furnished. In the Metropolis the most 
 ardent enthusiasm prevailed amongst all classes. 
 The ranks of the militia regiments were rapidly 
 filled up. Men of all professions and occupa 
 tions hurried forward to sustain the national 
 cause judges, lawyers, merchants, journalists, 
 men of all parties, all religious denominations, and 
 all nationalities. Foremost among them were 
 
THE SIXTY-NINTH REGIMENT. 75 
 
 to be found the citizens of Irish birth and extrac 
 tion, who almost en masse flung themselves into 
 the movement, which had set the heart of the 
 entire nation throbbing with patriotism. 
 
 The Sixty-Ninth Eegiment New York State 
 Militia, then commanded by Col. Michael Cor 
 coran, was among the first to respond to the 
 call. This regiment and its gallant colonel had 
 just made themselves famous by refusing to pa 
 rade in honor of the Prince of Wales on his 
 visit to New York, for which act Col. Corcoran 
 was subjected to the form of a Court Martial, 
 the proceedings of which were abandoned sub 
 sequently, public opinion strongly sustaining 
 him in the alleged violation of military rules. 
 The Sixty-Ninth was composed exclusively of 
 Irishmen, all of whom had experienced the ma 
 lignity of British rule in Ireland, and some of 
 them being political exiles from their native 
 country. Under these circumstances their re 
 fusal to participate in a fulsome ovation to the 
 representative of the British Crown, was hearti 
 ly sustained by the great majority of the peo 
 ple. While they thus declined the service de 
 manded of them in a street parade, on the llth 
 of October, I860, the Sixty-Ninth were among 
 the foremost in 1861 to proffer their services in 
 
70 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGIIER. 
 
 the field of battle in defence of the Constitution 
 and the flag of their country. The same spirit 
 which animated them permeated all classes of 
 Irish citizens. Although by conviction as by 
 tradition united to the party of the Democracy, 
 and politically opposed to the party then in 
 power, no factious opposition restrained the 
 Irish citizens from giving a generous support to 
 the Administration in its attempt to suppress 
 rebellion. In the ranks of nearly every regi 
 ment in the Federal army, but more especially 
 those raised in New York, citizens of Irish birth 
 were largely represented. 
 
 The services of the Sixty-Ninth being accept 
 ed the regiment left New York for Washington 
 on the 23d April, 1861. Barely was there wit 
 nessed such a scene of enthusiasm in the Me 
 tropolis as when this gallant regiment, number 
 ing a thousand rank and file, marched down 
 Broadway from their headquarters en route to 
 the National Capital, to participate in its de 
 fence. So great was the anxiety to join the 
 ranks that 3,000 men offered themselves, but by 
 orders from headquarters Col. Corcoran was 
 compelled to accept only the regulation number 
 of one thousand, which, with the officers and 
 band, made in all 1130 men. At that critical 
 
DEPARTURE OF THE SIXTY-NINTH. 77 
 
 period the departure of the Sixty-Ninth, as well 
 as the other militia regiments who started about 
 the same time, was an important event. From 
 an early hour in the morning immense crowds 
 of men, women, and children from all parts of 
 the city might be seen flocking into Broadway 
 until, as the day advanced, that highway was so 
 completely blocked up that neither omnibuses, 
 carriages, nor carts could find a passage-way. 
 Through the long weary hours of the day, un 
 der a sun almost as hot as that of July, this 
 dense crowd filled the side-walks. They had 
 come from Jersey City, Hoboken, Brooklyn, 
 "Williamsburg, and from localities all along the 
 Harlem railroad as far as Hartford, Connecti 
 cut, to witness the departure of the sturdy Six 
 ty-Ninth. The march from the headquarters in 
 Prince street, which took place rather late in 
 the day owing to the delay on the part of the 
 authorities in distributing arms to the men, was 
 a perfect ovation. The fire companies were 
 drawn up in line and saluted the heroes as they 
 passed. Several civic societies joined in the 
 procession. At Canal, Grand, and Cortlandt 
 streets the excitement was intense, and when 
 the steamer James Adger moved off from the 
 pier amid the plaudits of the multitude, the fir- 
 
78 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 ing of cannon, and the vessels at the docks dip 
 ping their flags in recognition of the valor and 
 self-sacrifice of the gallant fellows who so 
 promptly threw themselves into the front of 
 danger, the scene was equally sublime and ex 
 hilarating. Many were the thrilling scenes 
 enacted on that day which must have tried the 
 souls of the departing heroes ; the final grasp 
 of the hand from friendly bystanders as each 
 recognized an acquaintance in the column ; the 
 warmer salute of wife, and sister, and sweet 
 heart, who would occasionally burst through the 
 ranks to take a tearful and passionate farewell, 
 with a demonstrative eloquence of grief pecu 
 liar to the Irish female heart. When the James 
 Adger moved off from the pier amid the tumul 
 tuous plaudits of the assembled masses, there 
 was many a one in that vast crowd who had no 
 voice to speak her pride, or utter her lamenta 
 tion, but who might well have said, as she gazed 
 on the fast-fading deck of the vessel, 
 
 " So long 
 
 As lie could make me with his eye or ear 
 Distinguish him from others, he did keep 
 The deck, with glove, or hat, or handkerchief, 
 Still waving as the fits and stirs of his mind 
 Could best express how slow his soul sailed on 
 How swift his ship." 
 
ENTEliS THE AKMY. 79 
 
 We dwell upon the participation of the Sixty- 
 Ninth in the opening scenes of the war, because 
 in that regiment was in a measure to be found 
 the nucleus of the Irish Brigade, subsequently 
 commanded by Thomas Francis Meagher. It 
 was upon the officers and men who shared the 
 perils of the first three months campaign, and 
 acquitted themselves so splendidly at the first 
 battle of Bull Run, that Meagher depended for 
 the frame-work of that Brigade whose name 
 shall be ever memorable in American history. 
 And well was the Sixty-Ninth represented in 
 the new 7 organization by such men as Patrick 
 Kelly, James Cavanagh, James Kelly, Col. 
 Quinlan, Lieutenants Hart, Smith, McQuade, 
 Maxwell O Sullivan, and other officers who dis 
 tinguished themselves in the three months 
 campaign, and nearly all of whom subsequently 
 sealed their devotion to the Irish Brigade, and 
 the cause for which it was organized, with their 
 blood, and some of them with their lives. 
 
 It was at this juncture that Thomas Francis 
 Meagher entered the military profession, in 
 which he since performed such signal service to 
 the country, and won so much honor for his own 
 name as a soldier. Resolved not to remain be 
 hind those of his countrymen who in their ca- 
 
80 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 pacity as a portion of the State militia had 
 already gone forth to battle at the cry, then 
 hourly repeated, " Washington is in danger !" 
 Meagher raised a company of Zouaves for the 
 Sixty-Ninth, a band of dashing intelligent 
 young Irishmen, a hundred and forty-five 
 strong, and being chosen captain he proceeded 
 with them to join the regiment, then stationed 
 in the vicinity of Washington. 
 
 After the disastrous battle of Bull Run a 
 cloud overshadowed the National cause. The 
 enemies of the republic, both in the North and 
 South, were jubilant ; its friends, for a time, 
 disheartened. The monarchical element of Eu 
 rope exulted in the anticipated decay of our in 
 stitutions, and its statesmen pointed with scoff 
 ing fingers at what they, in their shallow phi 
 losophy, believed to be the failure of " the 
 experiment" of self-government. But the ines 
 timable prize of a great united nation, a gov 
 ernment and laws which protected alike those 
 born under the national flag and those who 
 voluntarily swore allegiance to it and thus 
 made the country their own, not by accident, but 
 by choice was not thus easily to be surren 
 dered. The clouds of fear and doubt soon 
 broke into a storm of patriotic inspiration. The 
 
PARTY PREDILECTIONS. 81 
 
 people, who were for the moment stricken with 
 the vain fear that the Union could not be held 
 together, because a few thousand untrained and 
 inexperienced troops, who had never been un 
 der fire, were defeated in the first shock of bat 
 tle, soon returned to their faith in the solidity 
 of the Republic, and resolved that its integrity 
 must be preserved at every sacrifice. Fresh 
 troops were raised almost spontaneously, and 
 preparations were made by the Government to 
 bring an effective army into the field. 
 
 Even upon the Irish mind, which was always 
 faithful to the flag, and from its natural tem 
 perament was never inclined to be despondent, 
 an impression of partial alienation was made 
 in this critical period. Party predilections and 
 prejudices for a time swayed it, and almost got 
 the better of it. Many of those with whom 
 Irish-American citizens were accustomed to act 
 in political life, entertained doubts of the capa 
 city of the Government to maintain the Union 
 unbroken. Some honestly questioned the wis 
 dom of enforcing an alliance which was obnox 
 ious to one of the parties interested ; and a few 
 held that there was no constitutional power ex 
 isting in the Government to compel the South 
 ern States to remain within the Union after 
 
82 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 they had declared by the voice of their legisla 
 tures and conventions to withdraw their con 
 sent to the original con.pact. It was at this 
 critical moment, and under these somewhat in 
 auspicious circumstances, that Meagher ap 
 pealed to his countrymen to form an Irish Bri 
 gade, which it was intended to place under the 
 command of Gen. James Shields, a soldier who 
 had already prominently established in his own 
 person the military reputation of his race. 
 "With this intention Meagher applied to the Sec 
 retary of War for authority to raise a brigade, 
 which he immediately received by telegram. 
 As an evidence of the vehemence with which 
 Meagher at this time conjured his countrymen 
 to join the ranks of the national army, I will 
 quote a few extracts from a speech delivered at 
 Jones Woods, at the festival for the benefit of 
 the widows and orphans of the soldiers of the 
 Sixty-Ninth who fell at the battle of Bull Run : 
 
 " Never, I repeat it, was there a cause more 
 sacred, nor one more just, nor one more urgent. 
 No cause more sacred, for it comprehends all 
 that has been considered most desirable, most 
 valuable, most ennobling to political society 
 and humanity at large. No cause more just, 
 
SPEECH AT JONES WOODS. 83 
 
 for it involves no scheme of conquest, or subju 
 gation, contemplated no disfranchisement of 
 the citizen, excluding the idea of provincialism 
 and inferiority, aiming only at restoration of 
 franchisee! powers and property, which were en 
 joyed by one people and one republic, and 
 which, to be the means of happiness, fortune, 
 ami renown to millions, must be exercised and 
 held in common under one code of national 
 laws, one flag, and one Executive. 
 
 " No cause more urgent, for intrigues, per 
 fidies, armed legions, the hatred and cupidity of 
 foreign courts assail it ; and every reverse with 
 which it is visited serves as a pretext for the 
 desertion of the coward, the misrepresentation 
 of the politician, whose nation is his pocket. 
 The proffered compromises of men who, in the 
 name of peace, would capitulate to treason and 
 accept dishonor ; encourage the designs of kings 
 and queens and knaves, to whom this great 
 commonwealth, with all its wondrous acquisi 
 tions and incalculable promise, has been, until 
 within the last few weeks, a source of envy, 
 vexation, alarm, and discomfiture, presenting as 
 it did nobler scenes of activity and progress 
 than their estates could show sheltering and 
 advancing the thousands whom their rods and 
 
84 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 bayonets had swept beyond the sea, and, like 
 the mighty genius of the ocean confronting the 
 ship of Yasco de Gama, uprising here to repel 
 the intrusion which would establish on the seas 
 and islands of the New World the crowned mo 
 nopolies and disabling domination of the Old. 
 "Will the Irishmen of New York stand by this 
 cause resolutely, heartily, with inexorable 
 fidelity, despite of all the sacrifices it may cost, 
 despite of all the dangers it may compel them, 
 despite of the bereavements and abiding gloom 
 it may bring on such homes as this day miss the 
 industry and love of the dead soldiers of the 
 Sixty-Ninth, but in some measure to console 
 and succor which the festivities of this day have 
 taken place ? For my part, I ask no Irishman 
 to do that which I myself am not prepared to 
 do. My heart, my arm, my life are pledged to 
 the national cause, and to the last it will be 
 my highest pride, as I conceive it to be my 
 holiest duty and obligation, to share its fortunes. 
 I care not to what party the Chief Magistrate 
 of the Republic has belonged. I care not upon 
 what plank or platform he may have been elect 
 ed. The platform disappears before the Con 
 stitution, under the injunction of the oath he 
 took on the steps of the Capitol the day of his 
 
ORGANIZES A BRIGADE. 
 
 85 
 
 inauguration. The party disappears in the 
 presence of the nation and as the Chief Ma 
 gistrate, duly elected and duly sworn, is bound 
 to protect and administer the national property 
 for the benefit of the nation, so should every 
 citizen concur with him in loyal and patriotic 
 action, discarding the mean persuasions and 
 maxims of the local politician and substitut 
 ing the national interests, the national efficien 
 cy, the national honor, for the selfishness, the 
 huckstering, or the vengeance of a party." 
 
 Meagher at once set to work to organize a 
 brigade. He authorized Col. Nugent to raise 
 the first regiment, to be known as the Sixty- 
 Ninth New York Volunteers, which the colonel 
 did most efficiently and with little delay. The 
 Zouaves, which served under Meagher in the 
 three months campaign, were called together 
 by their old commander, and from among them 
 he selected the officers of the Second Kegiment 
 of the Brigade. He then proceeded to organ 
 ize the batteries. Captain William Hogan, an 
 experienced artillery officer, who formerly com 
 manded the " Napper Tandy Light Artillery," 
 of Brooklyn, enlisted one battery, and took 
 command of it. Captain McMahon, who served 
 
8fi THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 as first lieutenant in the Sixty-Ninth militia, 
 enlisted men for the second battery, and also 
 took command of that organization. Enlist 
 ment went on briskly in New York. Men flocked 
 in crowds to the headquarters of the brigade at 
 No. 596 Broadway, above the Metropolitan Ho 
 tel, and were enrolled. The press of the city 
 was loud in its commendation of the patriotism 
 of the Irish citizens. At that time it is worthy 
 of note and highly honorable to the gallant fel 
 lows who then joined the service there was no 
 bounty offered by the State or the Government, 
 as at a subsequent period ; and that there was 
 not one of those who enlisted who could not 
 have earned at his ordinary civil occupation ten 
 times more than the scanty soldier s pay of 
 thirteen dollars a month. Yet they cheerfully 
 resigned everything home, comfort, and com 
 petence, to accept the hardships, discomforts, 
 and dangers of a soldier s life ; many of them 
 to meet the stern terrors of death in defence of 
 their country. There were busy scenes in that 
 long unfurnished room, where there was little, 
 one would suppose, either to attract or inspire. 
 A solitary chair, a few benches, a single desk, a 
 few placards on the walls announcing that men 
 would be received there for the Irish Brigade 
 
ORGANIZES A BRIGADE. 87 
 
 this was the extent of the furniture. Yet here, 
 with all its uninviting interior, was created that 
 historic brigade which so often turned the tide 
 of battle, and in so many bloody fields won an 
 imperishable renown. But there was a mind at 
 work in that room unprepossessing as it was 
 endowed with marvellous gifts to control by its 
 firmness, and to win by its genial instincts, to 
 draw towards itself all that was refined, manly, 
 and honest which came within the circle of its 
 wondrous fascination ; for Meagher was present 
 there day by day, attending to all the details of 
 the organization, until the brigade was sent to 
 Fort Schuyler. 
 
 The organization in New York being in a con 
 dition of progress which left no doubt of its suc 
 cess, Meagher proceeded to Boston, and at an 
 immense meeting held in the Music Hall, pre 
 sided over by Gov. Andrew, called upon his 
 countrymen to rally in defence of the Constitu 
 tion. In his speech on that occasion he aroused 
 the enthusiasm of the Boston people to the 
 highest pitch. The Boston Post, in speaking of 
 it, said : " His speech ere this has been read 
 by thousands, yet its effect upon his auditors 
 can only be guessed at. More argumentative 
 throughout than he is wont to be, he plainly told 
 
88 THOMAS FKANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 the Irish-American his duty at this crisis. * * 
 */*;* We are gratified that Col. Meagher 
 has received so solid and satisfactory an assu 
 rance of the interest the citizens of Boston take 
 in the new Irish Brigade, and of their desire to 
 see the gallant Shields in command of a body 
 of men of which he may feel proud." 
 
 The organization of the Twenty-eighth and 
 Twenty-ninth Massachusetts Regiments was the 
 result of Meagher s efforts in Boston. But 
 when their organization was nearly complete, 
 Gov. Andrew, breaking faith with Col. Meagher 
 and the gallant Irishmen who responded to his 
 appeals, took possession of these regiments for 
 a time, and they were therefore altogether sepa 
 rated from the Irish Brigade. True to the 
 mean and miserable instincts begot of igno 
 rance, and that ungenerous and stupid policy 
 which has controlled all his actions in regard to 
 citizens of foreign birth, Gov. Andrew endeav 
 ored to withhold these regiments from the Irish 
 Brigade, and appointed natives of Massachu 
 setts as their officers, to the exclusion of every 
 Irishman. Meagher, however, had afterwards 
 the satisfaction of having both regiments under 
 his command first the Twenty-ninth, and then 
 the Twenty-eighth. The Twenty-ninth, which 
 
COL. RICHARD BYRNES. 39 
 
 had become exclusively a Yankee regiment, 
 fought with the Irish Brigade all through the 
 Peninsular campaign from Fair Oaks to Harri 
 son s Landing, and subsequently at Antietam, 
 and fought so gallantly and assimilated so 
 heartily with the Brigade, that Meagher used to 
 say that they were " Irishmen in disguise." The 
 Twenty-eighth Massachusetts was substituted 
 for the Twenty -ninth a few days before the first 
 battle of Fredericksburg. The Twenty-eighth 
 had always preserved its Irish character and or 
 ganization. It carried the green colors, and at 
 the time it joined the Irish Brigade was com 
 manded by as splendid a specimen of an Irish 
 man and a soldier as ever served a friend or 
 confronted a battery, Col. Richard Byrnes. He 
 was formerly a sergeant in the regular United 
 States Cavalry, and was killed at Fredericks- 
 burg while in command of his regiment. A 
 more gallant or devoted officer never fell in the 
 ranks of battle. He was endowed with all the 
 social and sterling qualities which endear a man 
 most closely to his fellows. 
 
 While in Boston on this mission, Meagher 
 made a magnificent speech in the Music Hall 
 on the 23d of June, which was intended as an 
 ample explanation of the reasons whi^h induced 
 
90 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 him to enter the army on the side of the Gov 
 ernment. As a brilliant piece of imagery, re 
 markable also for its lofty sentiments, it has 
 never been excelled by the brilliant orator him 
 self. It is thus worthy of a place in full in this 
 volume, but I must reserve it for a new chapter 
 
CHAPTEE V. 
 
 THE BOSTON SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 
 
 ON the 23d of June, 1863, a vast crowd as 
 sembled at Music Hall, Boston, to hear an 
 appeal from Col. Meagher in behalf of the 
 Irish Brigade. , 
 
 Meagher commenced his speech by referring 
 to the many battle-fields on which the Irish sol 
 dier has distinguished himself in Europe and 
 the far East, claiming that his footprints have 
 been left in almost every camp, and on almost 
 every battle-field of modern times. " In most 
 of these quarrels which I have enumerated," he 
 said " in most of these causes to which I have 
 referred, it is not exaggeration for me to say, 
 that the Irish have distinguished themselves 
 pre-eminently. Some of these quarrels, and 
 some of these causes have been excellent, ex 
 emplary, unimpeachable ; others have been of 
 little, or no consequence ; others have been 
 
92 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 bad ; the last that I have mentioned has been 
 execrable. 
 
 " To build up the power of England, to estab 
 lish her ascendancy in every part of the world, 
 this I, for one, can never estimate as a cause 
 for which I would hand the laurel to a single 
 Irish soldier. But good or bad, weighty or 
 trivial, commendable or execrable, the valor of 
 the Irish soldier has been eminent and con 
 spicuous, though there may have been some 
 misgivings, and compunctious visitings 5 on the 
 part of those who fought, that the cause was 
 not all that they desired. But at last, having 
 traversed the world, and flashed his sword un 
 der every sky, the Irish soldier has here, upon 
 this continent, at this hour, a cause, the justice, 
 the sanctity, the grandeur of which can neither 
 be exaggerated nor impeached. 
 
 " What is that cause ? Is it the cause of the 
 Government, which, legitimately elected, the 
 expression of the popular will, should be im 
 plicitly, unequivocally, and absolutely obeyed ? 
 They who affront this Government, and they 
 who refuse to it allegiance, strike not at the 
 Government, but at the people. 
 
 " Who is at arms, and who strikes against this 
 Government ? The hot, violent, and inordinate 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 93 
 
 Southerner. And why? What charge of op 
 pression has he to base his armed resistance to 
 the Government upon ? What single grievance 
 is recorded upon his banner to justify his re 
 volt ? What inch of his territory was invaded 
 before his overt act of treason ? What single 
 guaranty for his State rights which the Consti 
 tution gives him, was in the slightest degree 
 violated or impaired? In vain in all their 
 speeches ; in vain in all their apologies for 
 their revolt ; in vain even in all their rhapso 
 dies, which their partisans here and elsewhere 
 pour forth, shall we look to find the least sub 
 stantial reason for that armed rebellion which 
 has convulsed the country. So far from having 
 been the wronged party, so far from having 
 been the party in subjection, the Southerner 
 has been the dominant party. For over five- 
 and-fifty years he has been the ruling party. 
 He has sat in the Presidential chair during that 
 period, extending over half a century, and more 
 than two-thirds the existence of this Kepublic. 
 But in this very fact we find the provocation, 
 or, at all events, the reason (if it is not a per 
 version of terms to use that word in this con 
 nection) for his revolt ; for so accustomed was 
 he to the luxuries of office, to the domination 
 
94 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 and power that it brought, that he could not 
 reconcile himself to the decision of the popular 
 will, which transferred the Executive power to 
 other hands. In other words, he substitutes 
 instead of the ballot-box, which has heretofore 
 been considered not only sacred and inviolable, 
 but conclusive he substitutes for the rule of 
 the ballot-box, the Mexican rule, which is the 
 rule of the bayonet and the cartridge-box. But 
 against the will of the majority of the people, 
 freely and constitutionally expressed as it was, 
 and announced emphatically, by one who, on 
 account of his private character and his high 
 intellectual attainments, I Avish to speak with 
 all due respect announced by John C. Breck- 
 inridge (who is now the boldest and most daunt 
 less apologist for the revolution) to be the fair 
 and conclusive expression of the popular will, 
 the Southerner rises up and declares, that rather 
 than submit to this decision, he will rend the 
 Commonwealth in twain ; and although the re 
 sult may be to doom him to political inferiority, 
 still his ambition is such, that he is almost 
 ready to exclaim with Lucifer, that he would 
 rather reign in hell, than serve in heaven. 
 
 " But, they say, * a man by the name of 
 Abraham Lincoln was elected. Well, was not 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 95 
 
 Abraham Lincoln qualified ? Was he not of 
 the proper age ? "Was not he perfectly white ? 
 Was his blood attainted ? Was there a curl in 
 his hair ? Physically, was there the slightest 
 incident which would have impaired or im 
 peached the validity of his election? Well, 
 no, he was elected on an obnoxious platform ! 
 What was that platform ? I really forget what 
 that platform was. No matter what it was, no 
 matter upon what platform the President may 
 have been elected ; no matter by what proces 
 sions of illuminated men his campaign may 
 have been conducted ; no matter what appeals 
 may have been made to what some gentlemen 
 may have considered an excess of humanitari- 
 anism, the moment he took the oath from 
 Chief Justice Taney to support the Constitu 
 tion of the United States, that moment the 
 platform disappeared from view, and we beheld 
 nothing but the Constitution. But whether this 
 was the case, or would have been the case, or 
 not, with an impetuosity characteristic of the 
 region in which they live, the Southerners gave 
 the President no opportunity either to make 
 good his oath, or to prove that in his estimation 
 the Chicago platform was superior to the Con 
 stitution of the United States. They advanced 
 4 
 
96 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 still further ; and, granting what I have sain 
 that the Constitution of the United States is 
 superior to any platform, however elaborated 
 or stringent, which a party ever constructed, 
 they point indignantly, and with some irascibil 
 ity, to the doing and saying of some political 
 writers and speakers in this latitude, and they 
 say Our favorite institutions have been vili 
 fied ; there has been Horace Greeley, in New 
 York, writing against us with all the gall which 
 his pen can distil ; and there has been Wendell 
 Phillips, still further North, venting his vicious 
 eloquence upon these institutions, and upon our 
 system of society and labor. Well, are South 
 ern sensibilities so exquisite that they cannot 
 stand the vilification of their institutions ? Does 
 abuse, however virulent and vicious it may be, 
 justify in any case revolution? What good, I 
 might ask with some humor and a good deal of 
 sense, what good are democratic institutions, if, 
 under those institutions philippics are not tol 
 erated ? Besides, might not we reciprocate (I 
 will not say recriminate) these accusations? 
 But I will only remind the South that their 
 speakers have been just as abusive of the North 
 as the Northern speakers have been abusive of 
 the South. 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 97 
 
 " In a word, we find that there is not one 
 substantial reason or pretext for this revolution. 
 If Wisconsin, in some of her State laws, has 
 been unfaithful or hostile to the South if Mas 
 sachusetts (I say it with all respect) has been 
 unfaithful or hostile in any of her State laws to 
 the South if Indiana or Illinois has been so 
 the Union, at all events, cannot be accused of 
 such hostility ; the Union has been faithful to 
 the South. So said the Emperor of Eussia the 
 other clay ; so say we here to-night ; and so will 
 impartial history inexorably decide. 
 
 " But here is war war amongst citizens 
 war amongst brothers war that brings destruc 
 tion into families that have been interwoven, 
 and States that have been almost identified by 
 commerce and by social relations with each oth 
 er. How unnatural this war ! How infamous ! 
 How horrible ! But who began it ? Does not 
 South Carolina stand this day in the presence 
 of all that blood which is rising up from the 
 fields and woods of Virginia, from the mountain 
 gorges of the Alleghanies, from the prairies of 
 Missouri does not South Carolina stand to-day, 
 as these red mists rise to Heaven, and feel con 
 science-smitten that it was she who commenced 
 this deadly fray ? 
 
98 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 " It is unnecessary for me to historically re 
 capitulate the incidents which step by step 
 each step quicker than the other have brought 
 the country to the terrible pass in which now 
 its honor is at stake, and its dearest interests 
 are imperilled. But the apologist of the South 
 erner, admitting all this, granting that the vio 
 lent South has been the first to strike the inter 
 necine blow, in paroxysm of sanctity exclaims, 
 But, let us have peace ! Peace ! Peace ! when 
 the ships bearing that flag which no foreign 
 enemy ever insulted without redress being de 
 manded and obtained, have been taken into 
 the rebel ports as prizes, or burned, or sunk ! 
 Peace ! when forts which would have been im 
 pregnable to any force but that of fraud have 
 been captured ! Peace ! when mints, which in 
 other countries would have had armed guards 
 at the doors to protect them from the suspected 
 people, have been invaded and our treasure 
 carried off! Peace! when our custom-houses 
 have been ransacked ! Peace ! when the inof 
 fensive messengers of commerce that Maine, 
 Massachusetts, New York, and Pennsylvania 
 have sent forth upon the seas, have been over 
 hauled, and their crews carried into port as 
 though they were pirates, instead of those who 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 99 
 
 laid violent hands on them ! The Government 
 that would counsel peace at such a moment, 
 under such circumstances, with such a load of 
 dishonor upon its head, with such a harvest of 
 insult to thresh out, such a Government would 
 indeed deserve to perish. 
 
 " But whence comes this cry of peace ? It 
 comes from conspirators at the North, in secret 
 league with the more honest and courageous re 
 cusants at the South. Who are they ? Nobody 
 will accuse me of unfairly aspersing the Demo 
 cratic party. On the two occasions when I had 
 the honor as a citizen of recording my vote in 
 a Presidential election it has been recorded for 
 the Democratic candidates. Upon all occa 
 sions I have been identified with that party, and 
 probably when we shall resume our former con 
 dition of peaceful strife (if it is not an Irishism 
 to make use of such a phrase) I shall vote as I 
 have hitherto done. But now I am no Demo 
 crat. Of me. at all events, it shall not be writ 
 ten upon my grave, should I fall in this cause, 
 as was written of an illustrious countryman of 
 mine He gave up to party what was meant 
 for mankind. 
 
 " Having said so much to dissipate any grow 
 ing impression that there might be that I am 
 
100 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 radically hostile to the Democratic part} 7 , or 
 that I have swerved away from it, I do not hes 
 itate to say that the conspirators of the North 
 are Democrats. The editors of the New York 
 Daily Neivs are Democrats, or profess to be so ; 
 so the editors of the New York Day Book, of the 
 Journal of Commerce, and also of the Freeman s 
 Appeal who, making his last appeal was 
 gratified by seclusion within the aqueous walls 
 of Fort Lafayette. And why this cry? Be 
 cause they see that the Government, prosecuting 
 this war with vigor and intrepidity, and sus 
 tained by earnest enthusiasm, and the liberal 
 resources, by the treasure and blood of the peo 
 ple, will maintain itself. Unable to grapple 
 with the great question of war or no war ; not 
 bold or frank enough to stand up without dis 
 guise, and claim that the Southerners are in the 
 right and the Northerners are in the wrong for 
 we must use these geographical distinctions in 
 speaking of this matter, though I shrink from 
 them with aversion these men come forward 
 with the word Peace on their lips, that so they 
 may deal a mortal blow on this Government 
 and its just rights. With them is the injunc 
 tion of Lady Macbeth 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 101 
 
 To beguile the hour, look like the hour 
 
 Bear welcome in your lip, your eye, your hand ; 
 
 Look like the flower, but be the serpent under it 
 
 " Not content, however, with this general ex 
 clamation of peace, which as a faaitn^al /consof- 
 quence they well know finds-an echo in almost 
 every generous and even every- Vi>Wtfi bvbo&fc 
 they address themselves especially to every 
 Irishman. They have a particular partiality 
 for us ; they have a most keen and affectionate 
 solicitude, lest we should commit ourselves, or 
 compromise ourselves ; should take any step 
 which might injure our position in the Common 
 wealth hereafter, and they bid us to remember, 
 first of all, that in the States of Connecticut 
 and Massachusetts, some few years ago, four or 
 five, it may be six, some Irish military compa 
 nies were disbanded. Of that act, you know that 
 here or not far from this place I did not hesitate 
 to pronounce my unqualified condemnation. It 
 was an act in violent contradiction to the spirit 
 of our American institutions and the American 
 Constitution ; and if it had been imitated in the 
 other States, it might perhaps have deprived the 
 Federal Government at this hour of the most 
 willing hearts and quickest arms that are now 
 engaged in maintaining the honor and suprema- 
 
102 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 cy of the national flag. But for my part, I 
 would consider that my allegiance to the United 
 States, to its Chief Magistracy, and to its flag, 
 was an equivocal and capricious allegiance if it 
 did not IVirgi^e oven such insults ; and if, for 
 getting .them, I did not with a generous enthu 
 siasm resent by a\more loyal adherence to the 
 Constitution the insult which was in contradic 
 tion of it. 
 
 "The impatient and intense alacrity with 
 which the adopted citizens of the United States, 
 German as well as Irish, have bounded into the 
 conflict, proves how unworthy and unjust, and 
 false and scandalous was this proscription. 
 Here at this hour I proclaim it in the centre of 
 that city where this insult was offered to the 
 Irish soldier Know-nothingism is dead. This 
 war, if it brought no other excellent and salu 
 tary fruits, brought with it this result, that the 
 Irish soldier will henceforth take his stand 
 proudly by the side of the native-born, and will 
 not fear to look him straight and sternly in the 
 face, and tell him that he has been equal to him 
 in his allegiance to the Constitution. But then, 
 on a par with such arguments and partaking of 
 their character, arguments have been addressed 
 personally to myself. These peace-makers, 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 103 
 
 these apostles of submission, these propagand 
 ists of national dishonor and national ruin ; 
 these meek and yet these mischievous gentle 
 men say to me, Oh, you were once a revolu 
 tionist, and why should you not be a revolu 
 tionist now? 
 
 " Now it is a most distressing thing if a gen 
 tleman appears once in a certain character, 
 that he is never to change that character, but 
 under all circumstances, in every climate, and 
 on every stage, is to be the same. If that were 
 so, you could not give me credit for versatility 
 of genius, to which, perhaps, I may lay claim, 
 because, having been a revolutionist in Ireland, 
 I am a conservative in America. And what I 
 say of myself, I say of hundreds and thousands 
 of my countrymen and of Germans and other 
 European nationalities as they were revolu 
 tionists in Europe, they are conservatives in 
 the United States. And the reason why, here 
 in the United States, under this Constitution, 
 under the working of its equal laws, under the 
 popular sanction, which industry, and intellect, 
 and all just claims and enterprises obtain, the 
 European revolutionist finds that security for 
 his individuality, and without surrendering 
 honor in the nation which he faced death to 
 4* 
 
104 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 acquire for himself, and his country across the 
 sea, is because here the dream, which was to 
 him a burning dream, by day as well as by 
 night, has been realized ; it is because here, 
 no wasting theories impeding which were bay 
 onets and dungeons, and ultimately scaffolds 
 disturb his heart or brain ; and in the consoli 
 dation of that republicanism to which he as 
 pired at home, he beheld all that his ambition 
 ascended to, all that his arm would strive for ; 
 it is because here the avenues to honor, to for 
 tune, to civic renown, and to political power, 
 which were inexorably closed to him by the 
 kings and queens of the Old World, have been 
 flung open to him by the genius of the Consti 
 tution, the angel of liberty which stands at the 
 gates of those avenues, not as the angel stood 
 at the gate of Paradise, with flaming sword, to 
 repel approach, but to invite all to enter, and 
 share the advantages which are beyond. 
 
 "As for the cause of Ireland, and for the 
 cause of the South, to these same apologists of 
 the South these peace-makers, these apostles 
 of submission, these propagandists of national 
 dishonor and ruin, when they ask me how it is 
 possible that while I contended for the inde 
 pendence of Ireland, I am opposed to tho inde- 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 105 
 
 pendence of the South, I answer this, and I 
 trust there is not a single Irishman here who 
 will gainsay it, had Ireland been under the 
 enjoyment of such privileges and such rights, 
 and such a guaranteed independence as South 
 Carolina enjoyed, I would not have been here 
 to-night, the scaffold would not have been 
 stained with one drop of martyr s blood, and 
 Ireland would have been spared many a gen 
 eration of martyrs and exiles. 
 
 " But not only by the apologists of the South, 
 but by Southern gentlemen themselves, by wri 
 ters, arguments similar to those which have 
 been mentioned, and yet more personal per 
 haps, have been addressed to me. It would 
 seem from statements which appeared in some 
 of the Southern papers, before the postal com 
 munication was cut off, as if I were under some 
 obligation to join the South and pledge to them 
 my sword. My friends know that I have a 
 somewhat retentive memory, and I have taxed 
 and vexed this memory to know by what means 
 I have incurred the slightest obligation to the 
 South, unless, indeed, it be this that one win 
 ter s day I took the steamer from New York 
 to Charleston, and there gratuitously delivered 
 a lecture which added eight hundred dollars to 
 
106 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 a fund for the erection of a monument to the 
 memory of Calhoun. 
 
 " Perhaps, indeed, that act of mine in attes 
 tation of my respect of the character and abili 
 ties of John C. Calhoun, imposed an additional 
 obligation on me, and I must also give up my 
 blood, whatever value there is in that. As the 
 South have distinguished themselves of late by 
 their financial transactions, I will not pretend 
 to differ from them on this question of finance, 
 but I am not prepared to draw my sword with 
 them. I shall only do so on one contingency, 
 and that is, when the South joins the North. 
 I have had, indeed, many true and devoted 
 friends in the South, and have spent many 
 pleasant days there. Some of my countrymen 
 had done me the honor, there, to enrol themselves 
 in a military company under my name ; but the 
 moment I organized a company in New York in 
 favor of the Government, they passed a series of 
 indignant resolutions, stating that, inasmuch as 
 I had proved recreant to the principles which 
 had endeared me to my fellow-countrymen and 
 the world, the name of the Meagher Guards 
 should be blotted out from the colors and the 
 books of the company, and that of the Emer 
 ald Light Guards be substituted therefor. The 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL, 107 
 
 Hibernian Benevolent Society of Charleston, 
 I saw by a paper, passed a resolution erasing 
 my name us an honorary member of the society, 
 which was the first intimation I had that such 
 a membership was conferred upon me. It must 
 have been very honorary, inasmuch as, on one 
 or two occasions, when in Charleston profes 
 sionally, I had to pay a considerable rent for the 
 use of their hall. I speak of these things in 
 perfect good-humor. I must add that no hos 
 pitality or honors which could be lavished upon 
 me would justify, on my part, even inactivity 
 where the Federal Government, stricken at by 
 Southern friends, was in peril. In such a case 
 my duty to the Government supersedes all other 
 considerations. 
 
 " Hence it is that I have appeared in arms 
 for the National Government ; and hence it is 
 that I have already and do now invoke my 
 countrymen to take up arms in the same right 
 eous cause. Will they not obey this invoca 
 tion ? Will they not press on and imitate their 
 gallant countrymen who recently, under the gal 
 lant Mulligan, with only nine hundred men sus 
 tained themselves for four days against four 
 thousand men, and surrendered at last because 
 for two days they had no water, and who there- 
 
108 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 by gave the most convincing proof of their 
 fidelity to their country. Ought we ou the 
 Eastern frontier to be less decided in our devo 
 tion to the country or less generous in our evi 
 dence of it ? 
 
 " I will not appeal to the gratitude of Irish 
 men in this invocation to arms. I will not re 
 mind them that when driven from their own 
 land, when their huts were pulled down or 
 burned above their heads, when turned out by 
 the roadside or into the ditches to die, when 
 broken in fortune, and when all hope was lost, 
 the Irishmen came here and had a new life in 
 fused into them, a fertile soil beneath their feet, 
 a favoring sunshine over their heads, and found 
 thousands to give them encouraging and sus 
 taining hands. 
 
 " I will not remind my countrymen of the 
 sympathy and substantial aid which the people 
 of America have given them in all their politi 
 cal struggles. I will not remind them of the 
 sympathies then eloquently and enthusiastically 
 expressed, what thousands upon thousands of 
 dollars they showered into the popular exche 
 quer, when, under the championship of a mighty 
 tribune, the great contest for Catholic rights 
 and the removal of Catholic disabilites was 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 109 
 
 raging. I will not remind them that while Bra 
 zil, Buenos Ayres, New Grenada, almost any 
 country with a favoring soil or climate is equal 
 ly open to them, this is the only country where 
 the Irish people can reconstruct themselves and 
 become a power. I will not remind them that 
 whilst at home no Irishman, however bold,, dare 
 speak in public the name of Robert Emmet, to 
 do that name the sacred honor which it de 
 serves ; here in America his last speech is to 
 be found in nearly all the school-books of the 
 common schools, so that the American boy may 
 be fired into patriotism by the recitation of his 
 words and the remembrance of his death. I 
 will not appeal even to your pride by pointing 
 to the houses you have built for the rich and 
 fashionable, to the lines of railroad you have 
 constructed, to the fields you have cultivated 
 and which fling forth their golden stores 
 through these iron arteries of railroads, and 
 these other arteries of canals, to sustain the ar 
 my at this moment on the Potomac. 
 
 " I will not appeal even to the pride of Irish 
 men in the contemplation of these great works, 
 and ask them if the country shall be dishonored 
 where such industry has been expended, and 
 such great works have been accomplished. 
 
110 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 " Neither shall I appeal to your resentments, 
 to your inveterate and unquenchable hatred of 
 England. I will not remind you that England 
 is with the South ; that even the anticipation of 
 that disastrous affair which occurred the other 
 day in Virginia was a matter of rejoicing to 
 her ; that all the articles of her leading papers 
 were such as to disparage the character, the re 
 sources, and the cause of the Federal Govern 
 ment. , 
 
 " I will not remind you that she sent here one 
 of the first novelists of the day to throw bril 
 liancy of fiction over the arms, and character, 
 and resources of the South, and with colors 
 equally fictitious, somewhat more lurid and dark 
 to obscure those of the North. Oh ! I hear 
 some of those idolaters of England exclaim, 
 who up to this crisis have had their temple of 
 worship in this region, for methinks between 
 the Music Hall and Exeter Hall there was a 
 railroad, not under ground, but over the ocean. 
 It is a fact that after all her denunciations and 
 horror of slavery England is for the South, 
 where slavery is in full blast, and against the 
 North, where it has been long extinct. Who 
 would believe it ? I would scarcely do so. Yet 
 perhaps it would not be difficult for me to be- 
 
SrEECH AT MUSIC HALL. Ill 
 
 lieve anything of England. Who would believe 
 that this beneficent apostle of public morals 
 and universal emancipation would have been 
 guilty of such tergiversation ? Not that Eng 
 land is influenced by a spirit of revenge ; not 
 that she remembers what was done at Cam 
 bridge when George Washington took com 
 mand of the revolutionary forces under the old 
 tree there ; not that she remembers New Or 
 leans, and that raw levies, which are now 
 the subject of so much criticism, met the flower 
 of her army and laid it low as the mower lays 
 down the grass with his scythe ; not that she 
 remembers on whose side the sympathies of the 
 American people were in the Russian war : not 
 at all. In spite of Shakspeare and Bacon, Eng 
 land is no sentimentalist, no poet, and no phi 
 losopher ; the sturdy old fellow in mahogany 
 tops is a practical man of business, a positive 
 and absolute Gradgrind, a man for hard facts, 
 and nothing else, who makes war only for con 
 siderations which lie deep in the bottom of his 
 capacious pocket ; and as he went into India in 
 search of diamonds and to open a very exten 
 sive market for his Brurnagen ware and calico 
 prints, and as he bayoneted the Chinese to 
 force opium down their throats, so now he en- 
 
112 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 courages, favors, and stimulates the South in 
 this revolution, and threatens to force the block 
 ade, because cotton is more precious to him 
 than political principle ; and he prefers this to 
 his own consistency and decency, and the obli 
 gations of good faith and good-will which he 
 owes to the nations with whom he has relations 
 of commerce and diplomacy. 
 
 " In view of all these circumstances, I shall 
 not remind you that every blow dealt against 
 the revolution at the South is a blow dealt 
 against the plots and schemes of England. I 
 strike a loftier strain. Paulo major a canemus. 
 Were the Irishman an outlaw here were he 
 divested of all rights of which he is now invest 
 ed had he 110 home even were he proscribed 
 and victimized by some political party in power ; 
 still would I invoke his arm this night, and in 
 sist that the cause which is now calling forth all 
 that is generous and chivalrous in Missouri, all 
 that now awakens the eagles of the Alleghanies 
 from their eyries, all that now arrays the youth 
 and manhood of the country along the banks of 
 the Potomac, is well worth fighting for, is well 
 worth dying for. Look ! look to that flag. This 
 day I stood on Bunker Hill, and, casting my eye 
 along the stately shaft I saw it there, with noth- 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 113 
 
 ing between it and God s own sun, and I thought 
 as those glorious hues reflected the favoring 
 sunshine that there burst from it memories 
 which would kindle the dullest into heroism. 
 Let no one, however practical he may be, how 
 ever sensible or sagacious he may be, sneer at a 
 nation s flag. A national flag is the most sa 
 cred thing that a nation can possess. Libra 
 ries, museums, exchequers, tombs, and statues 
 of great men all are inferior to it It is the 
 illuminated diploma of its authority ; it is the 
 imperishable epitomization of its history. As 
 I cast my eye along that shaft of granite, what 
 did I see there ? I saw Cornwallis deliver up 
 his sword. I saw the British troops evacuating 
 the city of New York. I saw George Washing 
 ton inaugurated as the first President of the 
 United States. I saw the lofty brow and gaunt 
 frame of Andrew Jackson. I saw the veterans 
 of the Peninsular war reeling before the fire of 
 Tennessee rifles in the swamps of Louisiana. I 
 saw the thunders and lightnings of Lake Erie, 
 when Perry commanded them to go forth and 
 sweep the friend of the South and the enemy of 
 the North from its waters. I saw the American 
 sailor pursuing his desolate and heroic way up 
 the interminable stream of the Amazon, dis- 
 
114: THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 closing a new world even within the New World, 
 to the industry and avarice of the age. I saw, 
 in the Bay of Smyrna, the hunted prey of Aus 
 tria rescued beneath the Stars and Stripes. I 
 saw the towers of Mexico and causeway over 
 which Cortez went. I saw those towers and 
 that causeway glistening in a glory greater than 
 even Cortez brought to Spain. I saw the 
 white bird floating, when the explorer stood 
 upon the shore of the land which the human eye 
 had never before seen mirrored. These and a 
 throng of other grand incidents passed like a 
 vision over those stars as I stood beneath them 
 this day. Oh, may that flag never incur another 
 disaster ! May the troops who carry it into ac 
 tion die where they receive the fatal fire, rather 
 than yield one inch of the soil over which it has 
 a right to float ! May the troops who carry it 
 into action henceforth have this motto written 
 upon its folds Death if you will, victory if 
 God will give it to us, but no defeat and no re 
 treat ! Oh, if this is not worth fighting for, if 
 that flag is not worth fighting for, if the country 
 which it typifies and over which it has a right 
 to expand its folds, if the principles which it 
 symbolizes if these are not worth fighting 
 for if the country which Mirabeau, with his 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 115 
 
 superb diction, spoke of glowingly even during 
 its infancy, which De Tocqueville recommended 
 with such calm wisdom and accurate philoso 
 phy to the acceptation and respect of the states 
 men of the Old World, which Burke, with the 
 magnificence of his mind, pictured in its devel 
 opment, even when there was but the seminal 
 principle, as he said himself, of its magnitude 
 upon the earth if this and these are not worth 
 fighting for infinitely better worth fighting for 
 than all the kings and queens, than all the Gib- 
 raltars and seraglios, than all the jungles arid 
 pagodas which Irishmen have fought for under 
 European flags, then I stand in the minority. 
 But it is not so. If in a minority I stand to 
 night, uttering these words and this invocation, 
 it is in a minority of twenty millions against 
 ten. This, too, I know that every Irishman this 
 side of Mason and Dixon s line is with me. If 
 there is one who is not, let him take the next 
 Galway steamer antt go home. And, I believe 
 this that he will not only have his expenses 
 paid, but something left in his pocket to enable 
 him to praise England when he gets there. 
 
 " Let me mention to you one incident, which 
 may be taken as an indication of the sterling 
 devotion of Irishmen, in this contest, to tho 
 
116 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 Government of which they are so proud. I 
 met an Irishman to-day who, by his steady hab 
 its, his quiet but persistent industry and atten 
 tion to his duties, has been enabled to put by 
 several thousand dollars, and he told me that, 
 not only because he had faith in the power of 
 the Federal Government, but because, even if 
 he had not such faith, it would be his duty to 
 support it when threatened, he would to-mor 
 row buy five thousand dollars worth of treas 
 ury notes. 
 
 " And here also I will remind you, that for 
 every Irishman south of Mason and Dixon s line 
 there are hundreds and thousands of Irishmen 
 north of it. Here upon these northern shores 
 does the Irish emigrant first touch the land of 
 which many an evening, gazing on the descend 
 ing sun, he has dreamed and thought it was a 
 land of glory. Here it is that his rights have 
 been restored. Here it is that the genius of 
 his race has displayed itself effectively, and has 
 been honorably compensated and crowned. 
 
 " Here was the scene of Fulton s triumph, and 
 here Thomas Emmet matured the honors he had 
 gathered in his own land. I cannot find in my 
 heart to disparage my countrymen down South ; 
 but here we Irishmen have the mercantile ac 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL. 117 
 
 tivity, the intellectual vigor, the professional 
 prowess, and here we Irishmen multitudinously 
 preponderate. Never mind the foolish cant 
 about Irishmen fighting against Irishmen. It 
 is not the first time they have done so. There 
 is nothing at all new in that feature of the case. 
 That argument has no weight at all with any 
 reader of Irish history, or any one personally 
 acquainted with Ireland. At Fontenoy they 
 crossed bayonets. 
 
 " In 98 brothers met brothers face to face and 
 foot to foot. In the American Kevolution, while 
 there was one gallant Fitzgerald riding side by 
 side with Washington, there was another charg 
 ing against him, and that was Lord Edward. 
 The thing to be ascertained is, the right cause. 
 That ascertained, stand by it; fight for it, 
 though your brother strike against you ; die for 
 it, though one half of your people curse you, 
 while the rest accord to your memories their 
 tears and grateful benedictions. We have the 
 right, for we have the Constitution, which has 
 come down to us unimpaired from the day it 
 was first formed. "We have the flag under which 
 this country has made such marvellous progress 
 and won such achievements. We have all that 
 constitute national guarantees, national honor, 
 
118 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 and national history. Then up, Irishmen ! up ! 
 Take the sword in hand ! Down to the banks 
 of the Potomac ! Let those who can, do so ; 
 and I believe I speak consistently with the 
 views of your esteemed Chief Magistrate, when 
 I say that every facility will be accorded those 
 Irishmen who wish to enlfst under the banner of 
 the State ; and I have no doubt that, somehow 
 or other indeed with every facility the Irish 
 men regimented together, carrying the green 
 flag with the Stars and Stripes and the State 
 arms, will one day find themselves in the Irish 
 Brigade under the command of General James 
 Shields. 
 
 " An Irishman never fights so well it is a 
 prejudice, and if not a laudable one, it is, at all 
 events, pardonable an Irishman never fights 
 so well as when he has an Irishman for his 
 comrade. An Irishman going into the field in 
 such a cause as this in any field, in any cause 
 has this as his strongest impulse, has this as 
 his choicest consolation, has this as his richest 
 reward in anticipation that his conduct, if it be 
 exemplary and courageous, will reflect honor 
 upon that land which he will see no more. He 
 therefore wishes that, should he fall, it may be 
 into the arms of one of his own faith and blood, 
 
SPEECH AT MUSIC HALL, 119 
 
 so that kindred lips may convey to his family 
 and relatives, and to all who care to hear of 
 him, and how he behaved on the fatal day, that 
 he died in a way worthy, not only of the cause 
 in which he fell, but of the country that gave 
 him birth. 
 
 " This is the explanation why Irishmen de 
 sire, earnestly and passionately desire, to be to 
 gether in the fight for the Stars and Stripes ; 
 and I am sure that there is not a native-born 
 citizen here, with doctrines however adverse to 
 this individualizing of nationalities, in the great 
 mass of American citizens, who will not confess 
 that it is a natural, a beautiful, a generous, and 
 a useful prejudice. 
 
 " The only apprehension which gives me any 
 anxiety is, that the Irish Brigade may arrive 
 even later than did their prototype at Fontenoy. 
 They were the last to come up then, but they 
 did the business. I am afraid that the business 
 will be over upon the Potomac before our Irish 
 Brigade arrives. I trust not I trust that we 
 shall, at all events, participate in the dangers 
 as well as in the honors of that conclusive 
 victory. 
 
 " It will indeed be a victory worthy of record, 
 not merely by such historians as Prescott, who 
 
120 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 wrote with so luminous a pen upon the imper 
 ishable page, but (if it be not profane to say so) 
 it will be a victory worthy to be recorded on the 
 pages of the Book of Life itself. 
 
 " The picture unfolds itself to me. The re 
 turning army with that banner ; the woods 
 man from Maine ; the raftsman from the Upper 
 Mississippi ; the farmer and mechanic from 
 New England ; all of them in their tattered 
 uniforms, and with their riddled flags ; and 
 amidst that crowd, the Green Flag of Ireland, 
 the laughing voices, the kindling eyes, the hearty 
 nature of those whose vitality is never greater, 
 whose intellect is never more vivid than when 
 danger threatens. Oh, may this picture, rough 
 ly and imperfectly sketched, be realized ; and 
 in the presence and high above the remnants 
 of this victorious army, bearing with them the 
 Ark of the American covenant, may the Na 
 tional Capital expand its grand and graceful 
 proportions, its dome perfected, the great image 
 of Liberty standing more erect, and stately, and 
 august, and adored than ever ; and high above 
 it, announcing victory over the wide world, and 
 an auspicious omen that there shall be victo 
 ries from henceforth of no less consequence 
 to the United States, the symbolic Eagle of 
 
FORT SCHUYLEB. 121 
 
 the Republic, soaring upward and upward to 
 the sun." 
 
 General Meagher had repeatedly expressed 
 to the author an earnest desire that the above 
 address should be preserved in a more perma 
 nent form than the columns of the newspapers 
 of the clay. By printing it in these pages, 
 therefore, I have but carried out the wishes of 
 the departed in a matter concerning which ho 
 felt very deeply. 
 
 From Boston Meagher proceeded to Phila 
 delphia, where he set on foot two more regi 
 ments, one of infantry, the other of cavalry. 
 Owing to circumstances beyond the control of 
 Gen. Meagher, and to the fact that the Irish 
 Brigade had gone through the entire of the 
 Peninsular campaign before these regiments 
 were prepared to take the field, neither of them 
 ever joined the Brigade for which they were 
 intended. 
 
 Meantime the New York regiments went into 
 camp at Fort Schuyler, on the East River. At 
 this picturesque point they passed several weeks 
 amid all the glories of a splendid Fall season, 
 and here Meagher was in his glory. The scenes 
 at the Fort were varied, full of the life-bustle 
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122 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEH. 
 
 and activity attendant upon a new military 
 organization. The Sundays were especially 
 brilliant, when the friends of the soldiers came 
 in hundreds from the city to visit them, and 
 witness the dress-parades which usually took 
 place on those days. The old gray walls of the 
 Fort gleamed in the brightness of the sun 
 shine ; ttie glacis crowded with anxious and 
 proud faces ; broad-breasted, firm-set, bright- 
 eyed soldiers drawn up in line outside the 
 fort; the blue waters sparkling in the un 
 broken sunlight of an Indian summer ; the 
 little revenue cutter reposing upon the unruffled 
 river just below the Fort ; white sails of pleas 
 ure boats flashing along ; the green shores of 
 Willett s Point opposite, with the white houses 
 and spires peeping up from the many tinted 
 foliage ; the inspiriting music of Dods worth s 
 band, which discoursed most eloquently from 
 within the fort ; the happy groups of visitors 
 who wandered to and fro in search of some be 
 loved friend or relative ; all these combined to 
 make a picture of the last Sunday of the Sixty- 
 Ninth at Fort Schuyler, which the memory of 
 those who witnessed it will not soon part with. 
 While the Brigade had its rendezvous at Fort 
 Schuyler, Meagher constantly visited it, when 
 
AT FAIR OAKS. 123 
 
 his labors at the recruiting office permitted. 
 He would devote his time during his sojourn 
 to supervising the discipline of the men. He 
 would speak bright and hopeful words to them 
 of the cause in which they had enlisted ; point 
 to the glorious flag that floated from the ram 
 parts, and tell them, in the eloquent language 
 he knew so well how to employ, that they must 
 sustain it in the fight with manly arms and 
 stout hearts, and bring it out of the storm of 
 battle without spot or stain of dishonor. How 
 thoroughly they imbibed his inspiration, and 
 how faithfully they obeyed his behests, the 
 record of many a terrible field attests. From 
 Fair Oaks to Chancellorsville, when the Irish 
 Brigade almost lost its identity, with its gallant 
 commander, the Stars and Stripes and the green 
 flag were borne in every fight, and came out 
 riddled with shot ; torn with shells ; ripped 
 oftentimes into shreds ; but they came out un 
 sullied. During the entire fiery ordeal to which 
 Meagher s Brigade was subjected, not a single 
 Green Flag fell into the hands of the enemy. 
 
 Above the busy crowd, while the lines were 
 forming, Gen. Meagher stood many a Sunday 
 upon the ramparts, surrounded by a host of 
 friends, with his beautiful and gifted wife be- 
 
124 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 side him nee Miss Elizabeth Townsend, to 
 whom he was married Nov. 14th, 1855, who 
 loved the Brigade no less than the Brigade 
 loved and honored her. Such were the scenes 
 presented at Fort Schuyler before the Brigade 
 broke camp, and hastened to participate in the 
 deadly strife in which they afterwards played 
 such a gallant part. It is proper to mention 
 here, that the organization of the Irish Brigade 
 was in a great measure facilitated by the cor 
 dial assistance rendered by several gentle 
 men of known worth and patriotism ; foremost 
 amongst them the late Daniel Devlin and Judge 
 Charles P. Daly. To their earnest co-opera 
 tion the Brigade was largely indebted, in con 
 junction with the indefatigable labors of Gen. 
 Meagher, for the efficient services it was enabled 
 to render in the field. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 THE GENERAL AT THE HEAD OF HIS BRIGADE 
 APPOINTMENT BY PRESIDENT LINCOLN, AND CON 
 FIRMATION BY THE SENATE THE FIRST BATTLE. 
 
 ON the 18th of November, 1861, Meagher left 
 for Washington with the first regiment of the 
 Brigade. The others soon followed. A splen 
 did set of colors were presented to each regi 
 ment at the residence of Archbishop Hughes, 
 on Madison Avenue, prior to their departure. 
 Meagher in his most eloquent style made an 
 swer for his command that the men would do 
 their duty faithfully. He made no hasty pledges. 
 
 The colors received on that day, with the 
 motto " No Retreat," were returned unsullied, 
 though torn and battle-stained. The motto in 
 scribed upon them received a magnificent veri 
 fication ; for, in the fiercest conflicts, and through 
 
126 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEH. 
 
 all peril and suffering, the men who fought un 
 der them never turned their backs upon the en 
 emy. Even throughout the harassing campaign 
 of the Peninsula they formed the rear-guard of 
 the Army of the Potomac, protecting it from 
 the repeated assaults of the foe. To them at 
 least each day brought victory, but "no re 
 treat !" 
 
 It is not out of place to state that General 
 Meagher did not raise the Irish Brigade with 
 the view to command it. All along he wished, 
 and, so far as he was concerned, intended that 
 General Shields should take command. Meagh 
 er was not only willing but determined to occu 
 py no other position than that of Aide on Gen 
 eral Shield s staff. Shields was at this time in 
 California. He was written to to come on to 
 Washington. But he had left California for 
 Mexico, and the Brigade was ready to take the 
 field without his having been heard from. Un 
 der these circumstances, Meagher yielded to 
 the earnest solicitations of the officers of the 
 Brigade, and consented to accept the command 
 of it, should the Brigadier-General s rank be 
 conferred upon him by the President, as it sub 
 sequently was on the 3d of February, and con 
 firmed by the Senate during the same month. 
 
LETTER OF CONGRATULATION. 127 
 
 Proud of his military success, at this moment, 
 and enjoying exuberant anticipations of the 
 career before him, he wrote the following letter 
 to the author : 
 
 " HEADQUARTERS IRISH BRIGADE, i 
 " SUMNER S DIVISION, Camp California, ) 
 
 "Feb. 21, 1862. 
 " MY DEAR LYONS : 
 
 " Of all the congratulatory letters which I 
 have received since my confirmation by the Sen 
 ate, not one was more welcome than yours. 
 Coming from a true friend of mine, and an earn 
 est friend of Ireland, I accept cordially your 
 happy salutations for myself and my Irish Bri 
 gade. Our actions in the future will not, I feel 
 confident, disappoint the brightest expectations 
 of our friends, of whom we count you one of 
 the worthiest and most estimable. 
 
 " Very sincerely, your friend, 
 " THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER, 
 
 " Brigadier-General U. S. V. 
 " Commanding the Irish Brigade, 
 " Army of the Potomac." 
 
 To follow the fortunes of the Irish Brigade is 
 no part of my task, except in so far as the sub 
 ject of this biography, in his character as a sol- 
 
128 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 dier, becomes individually conspicuous in the 
 many varied chapters which comprise its histo 
 ry. Meagher was, of course, the living presence 
 of the Brigade all through its career, from its 
 first encampment in the brushwood at Camp 
 California, to the fatal battle of Chancellors- 
 ville, where, like a dissolving vision, it melted 
 away into the shadow of death. The Brigade, 
 upon its arrival in Virginia, was soon ordered, 
 with its division, to Warrenton Junction. This 
 movement afforded Meagher an acceptable op 
 portunity for indulging in a description, in his 
 peculiar, light-hearted, graphic manner, full of 
 humor, but not by any means devoid of pathos. 
 " When we arrived at Warrenton Junction," 
 says Meagher, " orders were given to encamp, 
 and in five minutes the orders were carried out. 
 All we had to do was to stack arms, and throw 
 ourselves down in the mud. Let me tell you 
 what kind of a camp we had. There were no 
 tents, and this spared us the trouble to pitch 
 them. Our camping-ground was in a deep 
 wood of very tall, dark, bare pines. The sharp 
 winds of the winter had stripped them of their 
 leaves, and shivering and groaning in their na 
 kedness, they stood up there like the frozen 
 skeletons of so many Noah Claypoles that had 
 
IN CAMP. 129 
 
 been shaved, and whipped, and starved to death. 
 All day, through their wide open net-work of 
 leafless branches, you saw the watery clouds 
 sweep by in the leaden sky. All night, through 
 the same sort of gridiron overhead, you saw the 
 pale stars trembling in the darkness ; and now 
 and then you caught a glimpse of the sickly 
 moon, as she thrust her face through her cur 
 tains, and then, as if disgusted with the pros 
 pect, suddenly drew it back again. The red and 
 yellow leaves lay thick upon the ground. Were 
 it dry underneath, they would have made a de 
 lightful bed. As it was, they not only covered, 
 but were saturated with, the mud which wel 
 comed us, not to our gory beds, but to rheu 
 matic sheets. It was five inches only better 
 than a confirmed swamp we were ordered to 
 encamp in. There was little or no grumbling 
 about it, however. Indeed, it gave rise to more 
 jokes than moans. Picking your way through 
 the poor fellows as they lay there on the broad 
 of their backs in their blankets, with their toes 
 to the sky and their knapsacks and coffee-ket 
 tles under their heads, you d hear one of them 
 say 
 
 " * Sure, Peter, we might as well be in a bog. 
 
 " And then another 
 
130 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 " Oh, then, begorra, they might as well have 
 drowned us at once. 
 
 " Whilst a third would ejaculate 
 
 " * Well, one consolation, we ll all be in the 
 hospital to-morrow, and anyhow that s a thrifle 
 better than this. 
 
 " The officers were just as pleasantly situated 
 as the men though some of them contrived to 
 improve on the mud and the leaves. One of 
 them knocked a cracker-box asunder, and lay 
 ing the nice smooth even-edged pieces together, 
 so as to form a stretcher, had something else 
 than his blanket and braided blue overcoat be 
 tween him and the morass. Another of them 
 a gentleman of the most ingenious turn of mind 
 and wonderful research quietly slipped the 
 cushions out of an ambulance, to the dismay 
 of a most benevolent surgeon who came a little 
 too late to look them up for himself. 
 
 " General French had his head in a hen-coop. 
 General Richardson had his between the pro 
 truding roots, well up against the shelving 
 trunk, of a very big tree. . As for my headquar 
 ters nothing under the circumstances could 
 have been finer. Half a dozen pioneers from 
 one of the regiments cut a couple dozen of 
 strong tough stakes, eight or ten feet long, and 
 
IN CAMP. 131 
 
 planting tliem firmly in the bog in the form of 
 a circle, the diameter of which was fully twelve 
 feet, interlaced them closely and tightly with a 
 quantity of branches or twigs, which, when the 
 enclosure was complete, gave the structure the 
 appearance of a kish or basket of noble dimen 
 sions. Being tasteful as well as useful, however, 
 the pioneers were not content to leave the walls 
 of the stockade in all the cold simplicity of 
 wicker-work. So they hunted about the wood, 
 and finding a lot of dark-green bushes of some 
 kind or other, interweaved them with the wicker- 
 work, and thus gave the edifice a warm and 
 summer-like appearance. Although they were 
 Irishmen, the architects didn t forget to leave a 
 door-way. It was a beautiful door-way arched 
 and ample the arch being decorated with a 
 sheep s skull and horns a relic of the more 
 peaceful and plenteous times of old Virginia. Yet 
 the most important part was now to be done. 
 The flooring had to be laid. One can t hang 
 himself up as he does his coat on a wall, and go 
 to sleep in a dry quilt, however warm and sum 
 mer-like the wall may be. Twould be infinite 
 ly better to pull the wall down and fall to sleep 
 on it flat, than have it standing up there wall 
 ing in mud. A little way off from the camp 
 
132 THOMAS FEANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 was a barn, and in this barn was a short ladder 
 and a loose door that is, a door that wasn t on 
 hinges and looked as though it was going astray. 
 The poor pioneers thought it no harm to borrow 
 the ladder and door, without letting any one 
 know of it. So what with the short ladder, the 
 loose door, and three bags of oats, the sleeping 
 arrangements of the headquarters of the Irish 
 Brigade were as dry as a rock. Fortunately 
 they were on such a scale as to enable the lessee 
 to accommodate over a dozen. It would have 
 done the heart of the Sanitary Commission 
 good to have seen that dozen and over laid out 
 for the night, and answering in their deep slum 
 bers the music of the mules, and any astronom 
 ical observations they might choose to make. 
 There they lay without slats or stitch between 
 them on the ladder, on the door, on the bags of 
 oats ranged all round the beautiful rotunda 
 forming a vocal surbase to it with their sad 
 dle-bags serving as bolsters, and a crackling, 
 red-hot, huge, kitchen-like fire shooting up its 
 sparks and sending forth its incense in the cen 
 tre of the temple. The temple was the admira 
 tion, the wonder, the envy of surrounding quar 
 ters. General Richardson thought it altogether 
 too good for the times. General French, burn- 
 
FIRST BATTLE. 133 
 
 ing with poetic ecstasy, declared it was a Dru 
 id s grove. One of the regimental commissa 
 ries said it was just the place for his hard-tack 
 and vinegar ; whilst a demure hospital-steward, 
 putting in his head and sweeping the circle with 
 his spectacles, exclaimed * Oh ! what a nice 
 place that would be for my plasters and bot 
 tles ! " 
 
 The first battle in which the Irish Brigade 
 was engaged was at Fair Oaks, fought on June 
 1st, 1862. The battle of Seven Pines had been 
 raging, close by, all the previous day, and here 
 Meagher s best effort as a military historian 
 was displayed. The Brigade, then stationed 
 half a day s march from the battle-field, was 
 indulging in steeple-chases, and other camp 
 jovialities in true Irish fashion, while Gen. 
 Casey was fighting the confederate forces un 
 der Longstreet, Hill, Huger, and Smith, on the 
 William sburg road. Next morning the fight 
 was renewed at Fair Oaks, and the part played 
 by his command is thus described by Gen. 
 Meagher. Alluding to the festivities in camp, 
 the General writes 
 
 " In the midst of the preparations for this per- 
 
134 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 formance, the order came for the Brigade to 
 fall in. In half an hour the Brigade was on 
 the march. It was a cold and gloomy after 
 noon. The tremendous rain of the previous 
 night had flooded the low grounds on both 
 sides of the Chickahominy, whilst it had swol 
 len the river to such a volume that only one 
 bridge was found available for the passage of 
 the troops. French s brigade, which marched 
 on a line parallel to ours, was compelled to 
 wade, up to the middle, through the wide 
 spread waters, and the deep mud over which 
 they swept. After a little it was found impos 
 sible to bring the artillery along. 
 
 " Close on twelve o clock, the head of the 
 column reached the field where Sedgwick s 
 Division, rapidly coming up an hour or so be 
 fore sundown, had met and checked the enemy. 
 The night was the blackest night ever known. 
 Not a star was visible. One vast cloud filled 
 the sky, producing so dense a darkness you 
 would have thought it was through a coal-pit, 
 in the bowels of the earth, that we were march 
 ing. Here and there, however, you could catch 
 the yellow glimmering or at times the broad 
 and sudden flashes of the lanterns of the sur 
 geons, as they groped and stumbled over the 
 
SCENES ON THE BATTLE-FIELD. 135 
 
 field in search of the wounded. The saddest 
 moans were heard on every side. A dull, heavy, 
 woful murmur deepened the tramp of the regi 
 ments passing on through the darkness, over 
 the slain and dying. Now and then, a shot 
 from the pickets struck the ear ; and this was 
 sometimes quickly followed by a burst of mus 
 ketry in the woods to the right and front. Had 
 the sky been clear had the stars and moon 
 been glistening over it the scene, perhaps, 
 might have been dismaying. As it was, the 
 horrors of the battle-field were buried in the 
 depths of that impenetrable night, and the 
 wearied men of the Brigade lay down to rest, 
 upon the drenched and torn ground, in the 
 midst of the havoc of the day, hardly conscious 
 of the ghastly companions who slept among 
 them, bathed in blood. 
 
 " But the dawn revealed it all. Here was a 
 Georgian a tall, stout-limbed, broad-shoul 
 dered fellow lying on his face ; his head half- 
 buried in the mud ; his long thick brown hair 
 soaked and matted witu the rain and mire ; his 
 long white fingers grasping a broken musket; 
 his canteen and drab felt-hat flung a few feet 
 from him ; his haversack, with two or three 
 biscuits breaking through it, tossed over his 
 
136 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 back; and a course hempen shirt, all clotted 
 and starched with blood, sticking out from un 
 der his empty cartridge-box and gray jacket. 
 Not far from him was a dead horse ; his dis 
 tended eyeballs glaring in the pale light ; and 
 a thick crust of blood and foam edging the open 
 mouth that had grown stiff in the last writhirigs 
 of the poor brute s agony. Nearer to us, close 
 to a burned stump, lay one of our own artillery 
 men ; his bold handsome face black with sweat 
 and the smoke of battle ; his right leg torn off 
 by a shell above the knee ; his black hair flat 
 tened back and streaming from his forehead, as 
 though he had been shipwrecked and washed 
 ashore ; his brass-hilted short sword bent under 
 him ; and as he lay there upturned, cold and 
 rigid as though he were made of stone, he 
 seemed to be gazing, with the wild, fixed look 
 of an idiot, at the clouds floating through the 
 watery sky. 
 
 " The root of a withered and whitened oak 
 was the Headquarters of the Irish Brigade 
 this morning. Behind this root was a pile of 
 muskets ; some with bayonets fixed ; others 
 without lock or bayonet ; many of them bent 
 and twisted ; two or three of them coiled into 
 hoops, as though they were pliable as leaden 
 
FAIE OAKS. 137 
 
 water-pipes ; all more or less befouled and dam 
 aged. Blankets, too, were strewn everywhere 
 around. Knapsacks some of them torn open 
 others as tidily packed as they would be on an 
 inspection lay all about. Further down the 
 field, within a few hundred paces of the rail 
 road, a gun-carriage was upset, and had the 
 muzzle of its rifled piece sunk into a patch of 
 black swamp, thickly set with short green grass. 
 To the rear of the Headquarters a musket- 
 shot from it was an ambulance with one wheel 
 only, and a blood-smeared stretcher slipping 
 out of it behind, underneath the tarpaulin cur 
 tain. 
 
 " I was quietly and mournfully noticing these 
 and a hundred other evidences of the battle of 
 the previous day was, by the by, talking to 
 a young Irishman from South Carolina, whom 
 I found propped up against a mouldy old tree, 
 disabled by a musket-shot in the side, and man 
 fully suppressing the expression of his pain-- 
 when there broke from the lofty deep woods in 
 our front a deafening volley. Again and again 
 was it repeated. Then there was a like volley 
 from the woods on our right then from the 
 woods on the left and then a volley from the 
 entire front, sharp and crackling as a thunder- 
 
138 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 crash in the sudden outburst of a thunder 
 storm, but far more prolonged. 
 
 " Waking up from the profound silence and 
 darkness of the night, to their utter astonish 
 ment the enemy found us within pistol-range of 
 them ; nor were we less astonished at finding 
 them, without any intimation or warning what 
 ever, so close at hand. 
 
 " The Pamunkey and Richmond railroad ran 
 within five hundred paces of the Brigade line, 
 and almost parallel to it. Two miles to our 
 rear was the Chickahominy. Richardson s di 
 vision, of which mine was the 2d Brigade, oc 
 cupied in two lines a wide cornfield, the crop 
 on which had been thoroughly trampled out of 
 sight, nothing in the way of vegetation remain 
 ing above the soaked and trodden surface but 
 the blackened stumps of the pines that former 
 ly covered it. To the right were tall, beautiful, 
 noble woods : to the extreme left, the same. 
 Between the left of our line and the railroad 
 was a smaller wood. On the other side of the 
 railroad was a long thick belt of handsome 
 trees robust, straight, towering trees full of 
 glittering and rustling leaves the beams of the 
 dawning sun veiling them with transparent gold 
 not a breath of wind wakening them from 
 
FAIR OAKS. 139 
 
 their grand repose. This superb belt, however, 
 concealed an ugly swamp, and the perplexing 
 and almost impervious undergrowth with which 
 it was interwoven. Richmond was but four 
 miles distant from the colors of the Sixty-Ninth 
 New York Volunteers, the right of the Brigade. 
 One of the pioneers of the regiment formerly 
 a sailor an immense, shaggy, iron-built fellow, 
 with a tanned skin and a tempestuous eye, agile 
 and daring as a tiger darting up a towering 
 pine close to the railroad, saw the dome of the 
 Capitol flashing through the smoke of the city, 
 the church-spires, and shining fragments of the 
 bridges over the James river. 
 
 "The object of the enemy was to drive us 
 from the railroad, back to the Chickahominy, 
 and into it if possible. They had surprised 
 General Casey the day before, on the other side 
 of the railroad, and had nearly cut his Division 
 to pieces. Sedgwick, however, coming up rap 
 idly on the right, and Kearney on the left, the 
 enemy were promptly checked, and fell back for 
 the night. At daybreak he resumed the attack. 
 
 " A few minutes after the volley I have men 
 tioned, Howard s Brigade had crossed the rail 
 road and were blazing away at a Brigade of 
 Georgians in that magnificent forest in front of 
 
140 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 us, forcing and tearing their way through the 
 under-brush, through the swamp, over fallen 
 trees and mangled bodies, in the full blaze of a 
 blinding fire. French s Brigade followed. Our 
 turn came next. 
 
 " The Sixty-Ninth swept down to the railroad, 
 and reaching it, deployed into line of battle on 
 the track. This they did under a hurricane of 
 bullets. Once in line, however, they paid back 
 the compliments of the morning with the char 
 acteristic alacrity and heartiness of a genuine 
 Irish acknowledgment. The exchange of fer 
 vent salutations was kept up for an hour. The 
 chivalry of Virginia met its match in the chival 
 ry of Tipperary. 
 
 " In the mean time, the Eighty-Eighth New 
 York, piercing the small wood which, as I have 
 said, lay between the railroad and the left of 
 the Brigade, debouched from it into a pretty 
 deep cutting of the road, in which the regiment 
 threw itself into line of battle, as the Sixty- 
 Ninth had done a little higher up, and got to 
 work with a dazzling celerity. In front of the 
 cutting was an open space, some ten or twelve 
 acres in extent, forming a half-circle. A rail- 
 fence ran across it, a hundred paces from the 
 railroad. Here and there, behind the fence, 
 
FAIR OAKS. 141 
 
 were clumps of shrubbery and wild blackberry 
 bushes. The whole was girt by a cincture of 
 dark pines, closely set together, in the limbs of 
 which, hidden by the leaves and shadows of the 
 trees, were swarms of sharp-shooters ; whilst 
 the wood itself, and the clumps and bushes, 
 were alive with Eebels. Climbing the embank 
 ment of the cutting, so as to enable them to 
 rest their muskets and plant their colors on top 
 of it, the Eighty-Eighth threw their first fire in 
 one broad sheet of lightning into the fence and 
 wood. From both fence and wood came, an in 
 stant after, a scorching whirlwind, tearing and 
 ploughing up the grass and cornstalks in the 
 open space, and ripping the colors, as it made 
 them flap and beat against the flag-staffs. 
 
 " Close to where the colors were planted 
 stood a log-built cottage the property of a 
 lethargic German with pink eyes and yellow 
 hair and two or three auxiliary structures de 
 voted to pigs, chickens, and bees. These served 
 as an excellent cover for a company of the 
 Eighty-Eighth, detailed for special practice 
 against the sharp-shooters. 
 
 " On the opposite embankment there stood a 
 very dingy and battered little barn, abounding 
 in fleas and mice, and superabundantly carpet- 
 
142 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 ted with damp hay. This was appropriated as 
 the hospital of the regiment. The red flag was 
 displayed from the roof, and in a few minutes it 
 was the scene of much suffering, tenderness, de 
 votion, thought and love of home, heroic resig 
 nation, and calm bravery under the inexorable 
 hand of death. There, indeed, were to be seen 
 in many instances the sweetness, the cheerful 
 ness, the strength, the grandeur of character 
 which proved the fidelity of the private soldier 
 to his cause, the disinterestedness with which 
 he had pledged himself to it, the consciousness 
 of his having done well in the face of danger, 
 and leaving to his home and comrades a mem 
 ory which would brighten the sadness of those 
 who knew, loved, and honored him. There was 
 to be seen the good, kind, gentle priest of the 
 old and eternal Faith, calming the fevered brain 
 with words which at such moments express the 
 divinest melody, and gladdening the drooping 
 eye with visions that transform the bed of tor 
 ture into one of flowers, and the cloud of death 
 into a home of splendor. 
 
 " Driven back on the right by Sedgwick on 
 the centre by Richardson on the left by Kear 
 ney baffled, broken, routed at all three points 
 at the one and the same time at noon that day 
 
FAIR OAKS. 143 
 
 the Rebel forces were pursued by Hooker. Had 
 he been permitted, lie would have followed them 
 into Richmond. Kearney was mad for the pur 
 suit so was Suinner so were French and 
 Sedgwick so was every one of our officers and 
 soldiers. It was the instinct and passion of the 
 entire army. 
 
 " * Now that we ve got them on the run as a 
 Sergeant of the Eighty-Eighth knowingly ob 
 served the thing is to keep them running. 
 
 " It would have been the telling game to play. 
 Followed up briskly and with the determination 
 to win, the enemy would not have faced about 
 this side of Richmond. As it was, his retreat 
 could hardly have been more fearfully disor 
 dered. Thousands of muskets were flung away 
 cartridge-boxes, blankets, everything that 
 ever so slightly checked or slackened the rapid 
 ity of that wild flight for it was nothing short 
 of that were torn off, dropped on the road, or 
 whirled impatiently into the woods. General 
 Joe Johnston, who commanded the Rebel forces, 
 had been previously wounded, but the fact was 
 concealed from his men. But the impression 
 that he was still at their head had no effect. 
 The fragments of his army hurled themselves, 
 through the choking dust and blistering sun of 
 
144 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 that tumultuous hour, into the streets of the 
 Confederate capital ; and it was not until they 
 were well assured that the Federals had stacked 
 arms, instead of keeping the bayonet to their 
 heels, that they drew breath and bridle, and 
 came to their wits again. All this I have had 
 from a gentleman a South Carolinian by birth 
 who was in Richmond at the time ; and witness 
 ing the thorough disorder and dismay of the 
 Rebel forces, was utterly astonished at not find 
 ing the Federal columns in hot pursuit. 
 
 " Followed up with impetuosity that day, the 
 Army of Northern Virginia would have received 
 a staggering blow, the city of Richmond was 
 ours, General McClellan would have inaugurated 
 a reign of victory with an achievement of in 
 comparable advantage. Never shall I forget 
 the fierceness with which General Kearney used 
 to condemn arid curse this blunder never forget 
 how that quick, stormy, imperious eye of his 
 used to flash its lightnings, then cloud up and 
 darken, and then flash out again with a more 
 scathing fire never forget how that proud 
 frame of his used to swell with vehement vexa 
 tion, with a furious impatience, with a savage 
 resentment almost as he spoke of the oppor 
 tunity that was so heedlessly and blindly lost, 
 
FAIR OAKS. 
 
 and cast to the idle winds that day. A splendid 
 soldier, full of animation, full of electricity, full 
 of daring, he could not brook the caution which 
 satisfied itself with half a victory, and inflamed 
 with faith in the power of enthusiasm and rapid 
 action, chafed and beat the air with anger when 
 a tamer policy prevailed. 
 
 " As it was, however, the result of the battle 
 of Fair Oaks enabled General McClellan to es 
 tablish the left wing of his army behind in 
 trenched works within four miles of Richmond. 
 The right wing, under General Fitz-John Por 
 ter, extended the other side of the Chickahomi- 
 ny. Had General McDowell effected a junction 
 with Porter, the Federal lines would have 
 proved impenetrable, and the capture of Rich 
 mond would have inevitably closed the cam 
 paign of the Peninsula. 
 
 " The three weeks we spent behind those 
 intrenched works, were busy weeks. In the 
 woods, fronting and flanking us on the right, 
 the pickets were unremittingly engaged. At 
 tattoo and reveille the enemy s drums were punc 
 tually heard, beating as loudly and spiritedly as 
 our own. There were frequent alarms. During 
 the night, the crackling of firearms was inces 
 sant. At times generally in the afternoon a 
 
146 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 sudden dash of the enemy in considerable force, 
 would throw our pickets back upon their re 
 serves, and the reserves back upon the breast 
 works into the hideous abattis in front of them 
 a distorted mass and monstrous net-work of 
 tangled trees that had been levelled and flung 
 into the most bothering confusion by the west 
 ern axe-men of Eichardson s Division. 
 
 " One way or other, there was excitement 
 enough to counteract in a great measure the 
 vitiated atmosphere and water of the vile 
 swamp in which we lay intrenched. The camp 
 itself, in those calm beautiful days of June, was 
 ever and always a brilliant picture full of life 
 abounding in a variety of incidents, points of 
 interest, and all the striking coloring and group 
 ing of a military drama on the largest scale. 
 
 " There, on every side and close to us, were 
 those fatal woods, which seemed to follow us 
 wherever we went, and hem us in wherever we 
 pitched our tents. Here were the breastworks 
 in some places built of huge logs for the 
 most part of red earth stretching in zigzag 
 lines, from the railroad over towards the river, 
 with a deep ditch outside them. Between the 
 breast-works and the woods, the abattis, just 
 mentioned, covered the intervening ground with 
 
FAIR OAKS. 147 
 
 a wreck of splintered trunks and broken limbs, 
 and a torturing web and trap of stumps and 
 branches, as impervious and inextricable as an 
 Indian jungle. Here again, at salient angles of 
 those zigzag lines, were batteries of brass Na 
 poleons and brown Parrots in position, with 
 their ammunition stored in bomb-proof maga 
 zines, and the artillerymen grouped about them. 
 Within the lines, and all over a vast area, were 
 the long white streets of the camp, glistening in 
 the blue sunshine. Close to an interval of log- 
 built breast-work were the tents of the Sixty- 
 Ninth Pennsylvania a stubborn Irish regiment, 
 with its heart as big as its muscle proud as a 
 true chief of some old Celtic clan could be of 
 the Green Flag it carried, and sworn that foe, 
 as well as friend, should have to speak of it as 
 the symbol of a gallant race and do it honor. 
 Next to them was a solid German regiment, the 
 Seventh New York, with the gorgeous tri-color 
 of the Ehine flying at the Colonel s quarters 
 the band filling the dreamy air with the liveliest 
 eloquence of war the soldiers themselves rilling 
 it with the pungent incense of their brier-wood 
 pipes and meerschaums, or with the savory fumes 
 which curled upwards from the bubbling fry 
 ing-pan and kettle, sweetening the miasma of 
 
148 THOMAS FEANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 the swamp with the fragrance of pork and 
 onions. As one glanced at the colors displayed 
 at the headquarters of the different regiments, 
 and recognized in their splendid blazonry the 
 mottoes and insignia of the several States they 
 represented, as well as the mottoes and insignia 
 of the various nationalities that diversified the 
 character of the national army, he could not 
 but call to mind the noble lines in which John 
 Savage describes the glorious uprising of the 
 North in vindication of the national authority." 
 
 So much for Meagher s powers as a military 
 historian, but the opinion which he states as 
 having been shared equally with himself, by 
 General Kearney, and others, that a rapid pur 
 suit of the Confederates into Richmond, after 
 the battle of Fair Oaks, could have been suc 
 cessfully and easily accomplished, was not en 
 tertained by General McClellan ; for he says, in 
 his report, after describing the swollen condi 
 tion of the river, and the destruction of the 
 bridges " The only available means therefore 
 of uniting our forces at Fair Oaks, for an ad 
 vance on Richmond soon after the battle, was to 
 march the troops from Mechanicsville and 
 other points on the left banks of the Chicka- 
 
FAIR OAKS. 149 
 
 hominy down to Bottom s Bridge, and thence 
 over the Williamsburg road to the position near 
 Fair Oaks, a distance of about 23 miles. In the 
 condition of the roads at that time this march 
 could not have been made with artillery in less 
 than two days, by which time the enemy would 
 have been secure within his intrenchments 
 around Kichmond. In short, the idea of unit 
 ing the two wings of the army in time to make 
 a vigorous pursuit of the enemy with the pros 
 pect of overtaking him before he reached Kich 
 mond, only five miles distant from the field of 
 battle, is simply absurd, and was, I presume, 
 never seriously entertained by any one connect 
 ed with the Army of the Potomac. An ad 
 vance, involving the separation of the two wings 
 by the impassable Ohickahominy, would have 
 exposed each to defeat in detail. Therefore I 
 held the position already gained, and completed 
 our crossings as rapidly as possible." 
 
 After the battle of Fair Oaks, Gen. Meagher 
 had the gratification to receive the compliments 
 of General McClellan, and of the now famous 
 Spanish leader, General Prim, upon the valor of 
 his troops. It is told that when riding up the 
 railroad with General Heitzelman, General Prim 
 passed by the Sixty-Third and Eighty-Eighth 
 
150 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 regiments drawn up in line. General Meagher, 
 with some of the members of his staff, were in 
 front of the regiments. Struck with the stal 
 wart and muscular appearance of the men, as 
 well as with their military bearing, the old Cas- 
 tilian inquired through his aid-de-camp inter 
 preter, " What troops are these ?" The General 
 replied, " A portion of the Irish Brigade." The 
 Marshal s eye brightened, his olive complexion 
 could not hide the pride of the soldier at sight 
 of such fighting-material. In a dignified man 
 ner, characteristic of his race and nation, he 
 complimented the Brigade and its commander, 
 who replied that " Spain had reason to appre 
 ciate Irish valor ; that Spain and Ireland were 
 old friends from ancient times, and their sol 
 diers had often stood side by side together on 
 many a hard-fought field." The generals, ac 
 companied by their brilliant staffs and escort of 
 cavalry, galloped off amid the thundering cheers 
 of the Eighty -Eighth. In a conversation at the 
 Headquarters of the Army, after visiting the 
 troops, General Prim said " I don t wonder 
 that the Irish fight so well : their cheers are as 
 good as the bullets of other men." General 
 McClellan, accompanied by his staff, visited the 
 Corps of General Sumner. On coming to the 
 
BATTLE OF MECHANICSVILLE. 151 
 
 Brigade, lie was met by General Meaglier and 
 staff at the right of the line. On reaching the 
 left, after using the most complimentary terms 
 in reference to the men, he especially charged 
 General Meaglier to return, and thank the regi 
 ments for their gallant and steady conduct in 
 the action of the 1st of June at Fair Oaks. The 
 General conveyed the message to the Brigade, 
 adding that General McClellan also desired him 
 to say that when he called upon them again, 
 which he would do in case of need, he had the 
 fullest confidence that they would emulate the 
 brave efforts of that day. The trust thus so 
 confidingly reposed in the men of the Irish 
 Brigade was never violated. The approbation 
 which they won from the Commander-in-chief 
 in the first battle-field in which they " fleshed 
 their maiden swords," was also gallantly earned 
 in all the desperate conflicts which succeeded it. 
 
 The trying hours for Meagher and his Brigade 
 approached when the famous retreat of the 
 Army of the Potomac from the Peninsula was 
 decided upon ; for, as will be noticed, they had 
 to bear much of the fighting from White 
 House to Malvern Hill, in the battles whereof 
 I have now to speak. 
 
 The Battle of Mechanicsville had been fought 
 
152 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 on Thursday, the 26th of June, between 60,000 
 Confederate troops, under General E. E. Lee, 
 supported by Generals Stonewall Jackson, Long- 
 street, A. P. Hill, and Gustavus W. Smith, and 
 a force of 35,000 men of the national army un 
 der Fitz-John Porter and General McCall, who 
 held positions at Beaver Dam and Mechanics- 
 ville. The conflict began in -the afternoon and 
 only ended at nine at night, leaving the Confed 
 erate troops in position. Both sides were ex 
 hausted and slept that night upon their arms. 
 This was the first of the celebrated Seven days 
 battles. After this, commenced the retreat from 
 White House on the Pamunkey, at that time 
 the base of General McClellan s army, to Har 
 rison s Landing on the James River. In this 
 well-conducted movement, which will ever re 
 dound to the credit of all who shared in the 
 heroism, the patience, and the sufferings of the 
 retreating army, the Irish Brigade participa 
 ted from first to last. 
 
 The abandonment of White House, and the 
 destruction of all the stores that could not be 
 removed, immediately took place. Gen. Stone- 
 man with his cavalry and flying artillery, which 
 had just been called from his position, at Han 
 over Court House, when the retreat was deter- 
 
GAINES MILL. 153 
 
 mined on, was ordered to burn all the depots of 
 stores between the Pamunkey and the Chicka- 
 hominy, which he executed with great vigor, 
 much to the chagrin of the enemy. Colonel In- 
 galls, the quartermaster, sent nearly all the 
 stores to Savage s Station. On Friday morning, 
 the 27th, General McCall fell back on the 
 bridges crossing the Chickahominy, where he 
 was ordered to make a stand against the ap 
 proaching enemy, while the main body of the 
 army was commencing the retreat. The force 
 consisted of 30,000 troops, under Generals Fitz- 
 John Porter, Morrell, Sykes, Martindale, But- 
 terfield, and Griffin. The artillery consisted of 
 sixty pieces of cannon, which were posted on 
 the heights surrounding the position which oc 
 cupied a line of battle extending two miles from 
 the Chickahominy to Coal Harbor, Fitz-John 
 Porter commanding the whole force. General 
 Eeynolds, with his reserves, held the right ; at 
 Coal Harbor and in the rear were the troops of 
 General Seymour and General Cook. In the 
 neighborhood of the fight stood Games Mill, 
 from which this bloody and desperate engage 
 ment took the name it has since borne. In this 
 position, from early morning until near noon, 
 the national forces awaited the shock of battle, 
 
154 THOMAS FKANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 resisting, at the same time, the skirmishes of 
 the advancing enemy, who were moving in three 
 columns with an aggregate force of nearly 
 80,000. The first column marched on the line 
 of the Chickahominy ; another a short distance 
 inland, and the third advanced straight on our 
 right at Coal Harbor. 
 
 A little before 12 o clock the conflict opened 
 with the thunder of a hundred and twenty can 
 non on both sides, shaking the earth for miles 
 around. It was not long before the whole scene 
 of action was enveloped in smoke, and under 
 the mantle which shut out the light of a bright 
 summer day commenced the deadly struggle of 
 the contending hosts. Charge followed charge 
 on the part of the Confederates, desperate and 
 almost reckless in their fury, but they were met 
 by our troops with a stubborn front and repulsed 
 one after the other, with immense destruction 
 to the assailants. Large masses of men swayed 
 to and fro over the undulating ground, like the 
 surges of the sea illuminated by lightning ; 
 gleaming bayonets and flashes of musketry 
 being visible through the dense cloud that over 
 hung the scene. Now the cavalry come into 
 play ; for 20,000 Southern reserves come fresh 
 into action upon our flank, and our infantry are 
 
GAINES MILL. 155 
 
 getting exhausted, and what is worse, they are 
 running out of ammunition. The contest of 
 three to one is too much for them, with the 
 artillery matched nearly gun for gun. The 
 order for the Fifth regular cavalry to charge is 
 at length given. The French Prince de Join- 
 ville, and the Due de Chartres, and Comte de 
 Paris, were near the spot, and the former de 
 scribes the charge as a glorious sight, and a 
 terrible slaughter. It absolutely failed to re 
 trieve the ground the troops were evidently 
 losing fast. Every reserve we had was by this 
 time thrown into the field, while fresh troops of 
 the enemy came pouring in. Our lines were 
 wavering at different points, though they were 
 not yet broken. The round-shot and shell from 
 the batteries were tearing up the ground, so 
 that the contestants were carrying on the san 
 guinary conflict in an atmosphere of dust and 
 smoke, through which the confusion seemed 
 greater. At this juncture it became evident 
 that General Porter must be re-enforced, or his 
 little army of protection must fall before, the 
 superior numbers of the foe. Accordingly, 
 General McClellan ordered General Simmer, 
 whose corps was at Fair Oaks, to send up two 
 brigades to support Porter. Simmer selected 
 
156 THOMAS FKANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 the brigades of French and Meagher. They 
 started at double quick, making short time of 
 the five miles that lay between them and the 
 battle-field. The order was given at five o clock 
 in the afternoon. They reached the scene of 
 action soon after to find General Porter s troops 
 retiring stubbornly, though considerably broken 
 and disordered. General French being the 
 senior officer, commanded the two brigades. 
 Meagher led the Irish Brigade. Forcing their 
 way through the retreating masses of Porter s 
 command, they gained the crest of a hill, formed 
 into line, and with one wild shout, swept down 
 upon the enemy, then flushed with victory. 
 Through a storm of shot and bullets they went 
 on, on, to the very faces of the foe. The 
 shock was almost instantaneous. The enemy 
 made a momentary stand. They were wholly 
 unprepared for the impetuosity of the Irish 
 troops, and after a fierce struggle, the whole 
 force fell back, both infantry and artillery. The 
 retreating forces of General Porter began to 
 fall in in the rear of the victorious re-enforce 
 ments, and Meagher s Brigade stood, pant 
 ing and elated, between the army they had 
 saved and the enemy they had vanquished. 
 It was Fontenoy repeated ! 
 
GAINES MILL. 157 
 
 The whole description of the battle reminds 
 one of the lines of Southey : 
 
 " Then more fierce 
 
 The conflict grew ; the din of arms the yell 
 Of savage rage the shriek of agony 
 The groan of death, commingled in one sound 
 Of undistinguished horrors ; while the sun, 
 Retiring slow beneath the plain s far verge, 
 Shed o er the quiet hills his fading light." 
 
CHAPTEE VII. 
 
 THE BRIGADE GOES INTO ACTION WITH ECLAT 
 
 PERILS OF THE REAR-GUARD MEAGHER IN THE 
 
 THICK OF THE FIGHT. 
 
 WHEN the safety of Fitz-John Porter s army 
 was secured, French s and Meagher s brigades 
 were withdrawn, just at the dawn of day, but 
 not before the whole of Porter s army, includ 
 ing all the wounded, were transported across the 
 Chickahominy. General Meagher with his staff 
 were the last to cross the river. The retreat of 
 the Army of the Potomac was now fairly com 
 menced. The Irish Brigade had rejoined Sum- 
 ner s Corps. On the 29th General Sumner 
 broke camp at Fair Oaks, and took up a position 
 at Allen s farm, between Orchard and Savage s 
 stations. The enemy here made a furious at 
 tack on the right of General Sedgwick s divi 
 sion, but were repulsed. They next fell on the 
 
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 left of Eichardson s division, but were forced, 
 after some hard fighting, to retire in some dis 
 order. Three times they attacked, and each 
 time were repulsed. This fight is known in the 
 record of the Brigade as the Battle of Peach 
 Orchard. Next day General Franklin commu 
 nicated to General Sumner that the enemy were 
 advancing on Savage s Station, after crossing 
 the Chickahominy upon the bridges which they 
 had repaired. Sumner hurried up, and soon 
 after noon formed a junction with Franklin, 
 and, as senior officer, assumed command. The 
 troops under Sumner and Franklin were drawn 
 up in an open field to the left of the railroad, 
 the right extending down the road and the left 
 resting on the edge of the woods. Hancock s 
 brigade was in the woods on the right and front, 
 while the brigade of General Brooks held the 
 woods to the left. General Burns was on the 
 Williamsburg road, and it was here that the 
 enemy made the first attack, at four o clock in 
 the afternoon of an intensely hot day. The 
 fight soon became general along the line. Haz- 
 zard s, Pettit s, Osborne s, and Bramhall s bat 
 teries were briskly engaged. Here the Irish 
 Brigade especially distinguished itself. During 
 the battle the Eighty-Eighth, then commanded 
 
160 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 by Major James Quinlan, made a splendid 
 charge, which in a great measure turned the tide 
 of battle. Major Quinlan dashingly led the 
 charge in person, inflicting a stunning blow 
 upon the enemy at a critical point in the action. 
 General Richardson and General Burns com 
 plimented the Eighty-Eighth on their valor and 
 efficient services on the field. The battle raged 
 until between eight and nine o clock at night, 
 when, after an obstinate fight, the enemy were 
 driven from the field. 
 
 The battle of Savage s Station having thus 
 terminated successfully for the national army, 
 the retreat was continued across the White Oak 
 Swamp, in the direction of Harrison s Landing, 
 on the James River, which McClellan had se 
 lected as the new base. The retreat was not a 
 leisurely affair. It was a vigorous campaign. 
 Richardson s division, to which the Irish Bri 
 gade was attached, formed the rear-guard, and 
 therefore had to meet the enemy who was 
 pressing on the flank of the army in every 
 attack. The rain was falling in torrents when 
 the Brigade commenced its march through the 
 White Oak Swamp. By midnight, on the day 
 of the battle at Savage s Station, the troops 
 were on the road to White Oak Swamp bridge, 
 
WHITE OAK SWAMP. 161 
 
 which was reached by daylight. The Brigade 
 had been now five days in action : had during 
 that time but little food and no rest. General 
 McClellan states that the whole army was at 
 this time exhausted. How then must it have 
 fared with the rear-guard? Harassed by the 
 foe by day and by night, hungry and weary, 
 suffering from the scorching heat of the sun at 
 noontide, and the heavy rains at night, the 
 Brigade still went cheerily on, sustained by the 
 presence of its commander, who shared every 
 discomfort and braved every danger with his 
 men ; sustained, too, by the consciousness of 
 duty well performed, and not a little proud that, 
 despite all the hard work and the fearful risks 
 to which they were exposed, the post of honor 
 and of danger was assigned to them. 
 
 After the dreary night-march came the battle 
 of White Oak Swamp, which opened vigorously 
 about noon on the 30th by the enemy shelling 
 the divisions of Generals Eichardson and Smith, 
 and Naglee s brigade, at the White Oak bridge. 
 Generals Sumner, Heintzelrnan, McCall, Kear 
 ney, Franklin, Hooker, and Slocum were all 
 engaged in this action. Richardson s division 
 suffered severely. The principal attack was 
 made by the enemy under Longstreet and Hill, 
 
16 2 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 nearly 20,000 strong, on McCall s division, who 
 fought bravely for an hour, but were compelled 
 to fall back ; but Generals Sumner and Hooker 
 gallantly supported him. The enemy renewed 
 their attack on Kearney s left, but were repulsed 
 with heavy loss. About five o clock in the af 
 ternoon, Meagher s Brigade was ordered to 
 move up in quick time to Glendale, near Charles 
 City cross-roads, at which point the enemy were 
 pushing down in great force. As the Brigade 
 advanced at a run, General Sumner, who with 
 his staff was on the road, greeted them in pass 
 ing most cordially, saying" Boys, you go in to 
 save another day." The Brigade also received 
 a lusty cheer from the splendid regiment of Lin 
 coln Cavalry, commanded by Colonel McEey- 
 nolds, as the Irish troops swept past them, 
 going into the field. The battle of Glendale 
 was not finished until dark. It was but the 
 continuation of the conflict at White Oak 
 Swamp, and lasted without interruption for ten 
 hours of that eventful day. The Federal loss 
 was heavy, and Generals McCall, Burns, and 
 Brooks were wounded. The line of battle ex 
 tended two miles and a half. The struggle at 
 Glendale was the bloodiest conflict since the 
 day at Fair Oaks, and was continued into the 
 
MALVERN HILL. 163 
 
 darkness of night, but it ended by the enemy 
 being routed at all points and driven from the 
 field. A writer, describing the battle of Glen- 
 dale, says : " Meagher s Irish Brigade rendered 
 itself very conspicuous by the gallantry with 
 which it rushed, with cheers that made the wel 
 kin ring, upon the swarming Bebels." During 
 the passage of the army through White Oak 
 Swamp, which was at the same time a march 
 and a series of battles, the sun of a fiercely hot 
 June day beat down remorselessly upon the 
 heads of the men, many of whom flung away 
 coats and knapsacks, and not a few, who escaped 
 the effects of shot and shell, fell sun-struck by 
 the road-side. The dead and wounded were 
 compelled to be left behind. Every available 
 spot at Savage s Station was crowded with the 
 sick and wounded, where they had to be aban 
 doned. 
 
 On the first of July the last and most des 
 perate of the seven days battles was fought at 
 Malvern Hill. 
 
 The conduct of Meagher s Brigade at the 
 battle of Malvern Hill was superb. Three 
 times it went into action, and each time won the 
 applause of all who witnessed the gallant bear 
 ing of the men, and their General, who with his 
 
164 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 green plume dancing, and his sword flashing in 
 front of the line, went conspicuously into the 
 fight. On this occasion General Meagher had 
 one of his narrowest escapes from death which, 
 amid all the dangers and vicissitudes through 
 which he passed, most miraculously spared 
 him. A rifle-ball passed through the rim of 
 his hat, within quarter of an inch of his right 
 temple. Called up a third time during the bat 
 tle, the Brigade went in at the last moment, 
 when the fortunes of the day were in the bal 
 ance, and saved the left wing of the army from 
 being turned, at a period in the progress of the 
 battle when such a disaster might have been 
 irreparable. Their loss, as may be supposed, 
 was very heavy, both in men and officers. Lieu 
 tenant Beynolds of the Sixty-Ninth fell dead, 
 while Captain Leddy, and Captain O Donovan, 
 and Lieutenant Cahill were dangerously wound 
 ed. The horse of Major James Cavanagh of 
 the Sixty-Ninth was shot dead, pierced by sev 
 eral balls. 
 
 This was the last of the famous seven days 
 battles, in which Meagher showed his fine sol 
 dierly qualities. The Peninsula campaign was 
 concluded. The Army of the Potomac had 
 reached Harrison s Landing, and the next thing 
 
RECRUITING. 165 
 
 in order was a total change in the plan of attack 
 upon Richmond, and a change of commanders, 
 which, as events proved, resulted in disasters 
 that were only retrieved by the restoration of 
 General McClellan to the command and the su 
 perseding of General Pope. 
 
 The Federal army having been ordered to 
 withdraw from the Peninsula, General Meagher 
 visited New York in order to obtain recruits to 
 fill up his regiments. He was accompanied by 
 the gallant Lieutenant Temple Emmet of his 
 staff. He was warmly received in the city, but 
 found considerable difficulty in obtaining re 
 cruits, as were also the efforts of General D. E. 
 Sickles, who was engaged in a similar duty. 
 Several new regiments were then being raised 
 in the metropolis, and it was difficult to obtain 
 men for those in the field. Other circumstances 
 also militated against recruiting for the veteran 
 regiments. Meagher made several stirring ap 
 peals to his countrymen to join the standard of 
 the republic. He made a magnificent address 
 at the Armory of the Seventh Eegiment New 
 York National Guard. He was invited to the 
 theatres, where he was received with the great 
 est enthusiasm. On these occasions he an 
 nounced that he accepted the invitations with 
 
fi THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 tho hope of stimulating recruiting. His efforts, 
 however, met with little success. But while 
 their General was in New York endeavoring to 
 recruit their exhausted ranks, the Brigade, as 
 usual, was busy. The enemy still held an an 
 noying position, on Malvern Hill, and frequent 
 scouting parties were thrown out in that direc 
 tion, in many of which portions of the Brigade, 
 the Sixty-Third and Eighty-Eighth in particular, 
 played a conspicuous part. General Meagher 
 returned to Harrison s Landing only to find the 
 army on the eve of moving, and to direct the 
 retrograde march of his command through 
 Williamsburg and Yorktown back to Fortress 
 Monroe. 
 
 After this came the famous battle of Antie- 
 tam, in which Meagher s command played a 
 glorious part. In the preceding actions, at 
 Centreville and Manassas, the Brigade was not 
 engaged. But in the battle of Antietam it fought 
 gallantly, and made some terrible sacrifices. 
 
 How the action at Antietam commenced with 
 Kichardson s division, of which Meagher s was 
 the Second Brigade, General McClellan thus 
 relates : 
 
 " General Eichardson s division of the Second 
 
ANTIETAM. 167 
 
 corps, pressing the rear-guard of the enemy 
 with vigor, passed Boonsboro and Keedysville, 
 and came upon the main body of the enemy, 
 occupying in large force a strong position a fpw 
 miles beyond the latter place. 
 
 " It had been hoped to engage the enemy 
 during the 15th. Accordingly, instructions were 
 given that if the enemy were overtaken on the 
 march they should be attacked at once ; if found 
 in heavy force and in position, the corps in ad 
 vance should be placed in position for attack, 
 and await my arrival. On reaching the ad 
 vanced position of our troops, I found but two 
 divisions, Richardson s and Sykes s, in position ; 
 the other troops were halted in the road the 
 head of the column some distance in rear of 
 Richardson. 
 
 " The enemy occupied a strong position on 
 the heights, on the west side of Antietarn creek, 
 displaying a large force of infantry and cavalry, 
 with numerous batteries of artillery, which 
 opened on our columns as they appeared in 
 sight on the Keedysville road and Sharpsburg 
 turnpike, which fire was returned by Captain 
 Tidball s light battery, Second United States 
 artillery, and Pettit s battery, First New York 
 artillery. 
 
1G8 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 " The division of General Richardson, follow 
 ing close on the heels of the retreating foe, 
 halted and deployed near Antietam river, on 
 the right of the Sharpsburg road. General 
 Sykes, leading on the division of regulars on 
 the old Sharpsburg road, came up and deployed 
 to the left of General Richardson, on the left of 
 the road." 
 
 This was on the 16th of September. During 
 that afternoon and night Antietam creek was 
 crossed at several points, but not without terri 
 ble fighting. At daylight the battle was fairly be 
 gan by General Hooker s corps, who drove the 
 enemy from the open fields into the woods near 
 the Hagerstown and Sharpsburg turnpike. The 
 fighting soon spread over the whole line, and 
 the action became general. For several hours 
 the conflict raged. The loss of officers was be 
 coming serious. General Mansfield fell mortal 
 ly wounded. Generals Hooker, Sedgwick, Dana, 
 Crawford, and Hartsuff, were also wounded. 
 The enemy were being gradually forced back 
 into the woods. While the hottest portion of 
 the battle was on the right, General French was 
 making a diversion to the left, by order of Gen 
 eral Sumner. In this direction the enemy was 
 
ANTIETAM. 169 
 
 forced back almost to the crest of the hill, but 
 he was there posted in great strength in a sunk 
 en road or natural rifle-pit. In the rear were 
 strong bodies of the enemy drawn up in a corn 
 field. From the sunken road and the cornfield 
 our men had to take a terrific fire of musketry, 
 which they returned fiercely. Here the Irish 
 Brigade came most conspicuously into the fray. 
 
 " On the left of General French," says Gen 
 eral McClellan in his report, " General Eichard- 
 son s division was hotly engaged. Having 
 crossed the Antietam about 9.30 A. M., at the 
 ford crossed by the other divisions of Sumner s 
 corps, it moved on a line nearly parallel to the 
 Antietam, and formed in a ravine behind the 
 high grounds overlooking Koulette s house ; the 
 Second (Irish) Brigade, commanded by General 
 Meagher, on the right ; the Third brigade, com 
 manded by General Caldwell, on his left, ami 
 the brigade commanded by Colonel Brooks, 
 Fifty-Third Pennsylvania volunteers, in support. 
 As the division moved forward to take its posi 
 tion on the field, the enemy directed a fire of 
 artillery against it, but, owing to the irregulari 
 ties of the ground, did but little damage. 
 
 " Meagher s brigade, advancing steadily, soon 
 8 
 
170 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGIIEIl. 
 
 became engaged with the enemy. posted to the 
 left and in front of Koulette s house. It con 
 tinued to advance under a heavy fire nearly to 
 the crest of the hill overlooking Piper s house, 
 the enemy being posted in a continuation of the 
 sunken road and cornfield before referred to. 
 Here the brave Irish brigade opened upon the 
 enemy a terrific musketry fire. 
 
 " All of General Sumner s corps was now en 
 gaged : General Sedgwick on the right ; Gen 
 eral French in the centre, and General Richard 
 son on the left. The Irish brigade sustained 
 its well-earned reputation. After suffering ter 
 ribly in officers and men, and strewing the 
 ground with their enemies as they drove them 
 back, their ammunition nearly expended, and 
 their commander, General Meagher, disabled 
 by the fall of his horse shot under him, this bri 
 gade was ordered to give place to General Cald- 
 well s brigade, which advanced to a short dis 
 tance in its rear. The lines were passed by the 
 Irish brigade breaking by company to the rear, 
 and General Cald well s by company to the front, 
 as steady as on drill." 
 
 Severe indeed was the loss of the Brigade. 
 Captain John Kavanagh of the Sixty-Third 
 
ANTIETAM. 171 
 
 one of Smitli O Brien s companions at Bilin- 
 garry was shot dead at the head of his com 
 pany, while charging on -the concealed works of 
 the enemy behind a fence at the crest of the hill ; 
 and here fell many other gallant officers. 
 
 The battle of Antietam lasted fourteen hours. 
 Nearly two "hundred thousand men, and five 
 hundred pieces of artillery were engaged. The 
 shroud of night enveloped the struggling hosts. 
 The battle may be said to have been fought 
 upon the very threshold of the North, with 
 Pennsylvania, and indeed the National Capital 
 itself, almost at the mercy of the enemy. The 
 invasion was checked there ; for the Confederate 
 army retired south of the Potomac on the next 
 day, having lost severely in men and war mate 
 rial, from the time at which they occupied Fred 
 erick, the capital of Maryland, on the 7th of 
 September, to the defeat at Antietam on the 17th. 
 
 And so from battle-field to battle-field Meagher 
 led his troops, even to the deadly assault on the 
 bill at Fredericksburg, until the last fatal fight 
 at Chancellorsville, after which he had no longer 
 a brigade to command in the Army of the Po 
 tomac. Let me tell the story of this last grand 
 battle of the Irish Brigade. 
 
CHAPTEE Till. 
 
 THE BATTLE OF CHANCELLORSVILLE DECIMATION 
 OF THE BRIGADE HEAGIIER s FAREWELL. 
 
 THE battle of Chancellorsville, in which the 
 Irish Brigade played so conspicuous a part, 
 was fought on Sunday, the 3d of May, in the 
 vicinity of Mr. Chancellor s house. About 8 
 o clock in the morning the Brigade, which had 
 been marching for three days, through forests 
 and swamps, was ordered to the front to support 
 the Fifth Maine battery. Shot and shell were 
 tearing through the woods as the men advanced. 
 Meagher, who led the column, had several mi 
 raculous escapes. For two hours they main 
 tained their position in support of the battery, 
 which was placed in front of the woods, com 
 manding the plain towards Chancellorsville. It 
 was terribly exposed to the fire of the enemy, 
 but held its ground until all the horses and men 
 were either killed or wounded. Corporal Le- 
 
CHANCELLORSVILLE. 173 
 
 broke and one private, finding that they could 
 no longer work the guns, blew up the caissons. 
 The Irish Brigade, under the immediate direc 
 tion of General Meagher, then rushed to save 
 the guns. The men seized the ropes, and in the 
 midst of a terrific fusilade drew the guns into 
 the woods. Several of the gallant fellows were 
 shot down, but their comrades pursued the work 
 steadily until the battery was out of danger. It 
 was the fourth battalion of the Brigade, One 
 Hundred and Sixteenth Pennsylvania Volun 
 teers, assisted by several of the Sixty-Ninth 
 and Sixty-Third New York, under command of 
 Major St. Clair Mulholland, which accomplished 
 this important service. Had the battery fallen 
 into the hands of the enemy, it would have been 
 turned upon the Federal troops, and undoubt 
 edly have done terrible havoc upon their lines. 
 This was the second essential service which 
 Meagher s Brigade performed in this protracted 
 fight. On the previous day, when the Eleventh 
 Army Corps was endeavoring to hold a position 
 on the Gordonsville road, the assaults of the 
 enemy were so terrific that it broke in a panic, 
 and fell back pell-mell towards United States 
 Ford, General Howard doing his utmost, in 
 vain, to reorganize them. Meagher s Brigade 
 
174 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 intercepted the fugitives by throwing- a line 
 across the road and into the woods at Scott s 
 Mills. Finding their retreat cut off, they re 
 joined the army. 
 
 When the men of the Brigade had drawn the 
 guns of the Fifth Maine battery off the field, 
 General Hancock rode up to General Meagher, 
 and called out, " General Meagher, you com 
 mand the retreat !" In this action the Irish 
 Brigade numbered only five hundred and twenty 
 men. It had ere this time been reduced by 
 continual fighting to only half a regiment. In 
 this battle fell Captain John C. Lynch, of the 
 Sixty -Third New York Volunteers, a gallant offi 
 cer, a genial, social, and estimable gentleman. 
 While leaning against a tree in the woods, di 
 recting the fire of his company, he was struck 
 by a ball in the arm, but though seriously hurt, 
 he refused to leave his post. In a moment a 
 shell came hurtling along, and striking the brave 
 young officer in its course, literally dashed him 
 to pieces. The scabbard of his sword, bent 
 like a hook, was all that was left. His remains 
 were never recovered. 
 
 Chancellorsville was the last grand battle in 
 which the Brigade fought under its old com 
 mander. Keduced in numbers from its once 
 
HIS BRIGADE DECIMATED. 175 
 
 flourishing condition, it presented now not men 
 enough to comprise a regiment. From the first 
 moment that it became a component part of the 
 Army of the Potomac it shared every danger, 
 and participated in almost every conflict. No 
 portion of that grand army endured more hard 
 ships, or cheerfully made more sacrifices. There 
 was not a camp, however dismal and cheerless ; 
 not a march, however weary and painful ; not a 
 picket-line, however exposed ; not a turning 
 point on any battle-field, that the green flag was 
 not seen, that the steady tramp and the ringing 
 cheer was not heard, and the stalwart arm of 
 the Irish soldier was not felt with terrible effect. 
 More than decimated as it was after the battles 
 of Chancellorsville and Scott s Mills, its effi 
 ciency as a brigade was no longer possible, and 
 no one was more conscientiously convinced of 
 this than General Meagher himself. After the 
 heroic but destructive assault on the enemy s 
 batteries at Fredericksburg, which left his com 
 mand sadly reduced, he appealed to the War 
 Department for permission to withdraw his Bri 
 gade from active duty in the field for a brief 
 time, to enable the regiments to fill up their 
 thinned ranks ; but the Secretary of War gave 
 no heed to the request ; did not even condescend 
 
176 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 to reply to it, although the facts embraced in 
 General Meagher s statement were undoubtedly 
 well known to the War Department. 
 
 The operations of the Irish Brigade in the 
 battles on the Eappahannock were communi 
 cated to the author at the time, in the following 
 terms, in a letter from General Meagher : 
 
 " Four days previous to the main body of the 
 army crossing the Eappahannock, the Brigade 
 was occupied in guarding Bank s and the Uni 
 ted States Ford, the latter being seven miles 
 above the former, and the former four miles dis 
 tant from the camp of the Brigade. On the 
 night of the 29th, the regiments of the Brigade 
 at the United States Ford moved down to 
 Bank s Ford, and there rejoined the rest of my 
 command. Two hours later, the entire com 
 mand moved off to the Upper Ford, effecting a 
 march of nine miles in utter darkness, with 
 great alacrity and spirit ; arriving on the ground 
 where the rest of the army were bivouacked, 
 within a mile and a half of the Ford, at break 
 of day. That evening the Brigade crossed the 
 river. Four of the regiments (or rather four 
 of the poor little skeletons of regiments) com 
 posing the Brigade were ordered to take up a 
 
CHANCELLORSVILLE. 177 
 
 position two miles off the main road from the 
 Ford to Chancellorsville, and hold it firmly; 
 that position being on the extreme left of the 
 Federal line, and approached by an excellent 
 by-road leading from Fredericksburg. The 
 fifth regiment the Eighty-Eighth of the New 
 York Volunteers was detached by order of 
 Major-General Hancock, commanding the Di 
 vision, and proceeded to the front, where they 
 occupied a position until the morning of the 3d 
 of May, being stationed on the extreme left of 
 the front at Chancellorsville, in support of a 
 section of Thomas s battery (Fourth United 
 States Artillery), which commanded the main 
 road leading from Fredericksburg, through 
 Chancellorsville, to Gordonsville. On the even 
 ing of the 1st of May, the four regiments of my 
 Brigade were ordered to the right, and there 
 took up a strong position, under my immediate 
 command and instructions. My little force was 
 posted to the best advantage, and established 
 two guns of Pettit s famous rifled battery in po 
 sition. Whilst at this point (and it was a most 
 important one, and vital to be held because it 
 commanded the main road to the Ford and 
 Chancellorsville, and in the hands of the enemy 
 would have been fatal to our army) the Brigade 
 
178 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 rendered the most valuable service in driving 
 back the torrent of fugitives from the Eleventh 
 Corps, whom the sudden onslaught and terrific 
 musketry of the enemy had routed, and com 
 pletely struck them with panic. About 8 o clock 
 the following morning, May the 3d, orders were 
 received to march my command at once to the 
 front, which was effected promptly and with the 
 greatest enthusiasm the little Brigade passing 
 with a truly soldierly step and dash through 
 long lines and masses of troops drawn up on 
 either side of the road leading to the front. 
 Taking up a position, in line of battle, a few 
 paces to the rear of the large brick house at 
 Chancellorsville, which had been until a few 
 minutes before General Hooker s headquarters, 
 the Brigade was exposed for two hours and a 
 half to a most galling fire of rifle-balls, canis 
 ter, shrapnel, and shell. Nevertheless, without 
 swerving an inch, they held their ground, until 
 General Hancock, riding past from the front, 
 where he had bravely stood until the enemy s 
 infantry were but a few hundred paces from 
 him, ordered me to form my command at once 
 in column and bring up the rear. This was 
 steadily and fearlessly done, the Eighty- 
 Eighth New York Volunteers, under Colonel 
 
HOLDING THEIR GROUND. 179 
 
 Patrick Kelly, being the very last regiment of 
 the Federal army to leave the front. They had 
 only done so ten minutes before the enemy s 
 infantry dashed over our breast-works and took 
 possession with tremendous cheering. Previous 
 to the Irish Brigade bringing up the retreat, 
 a considerable portion of it chiefly the One 
 Hundred and Sixteenth Pennsylvania Volun 
 teers, under Major St. Clair Mulholland were 
 engaged in hauling off the abandoned guns of 
 the Fifth Maine battery, which had been utterly 
 destroyed, within ten minutes after it had taken 
 position at the front, by the terrific fire of the 
 enemy s artillery. Three of the Eighty-Eighth 
 mounted the horses attached to one of the pieces 
 (the gunners and drivers having all been killed 
 or desperately wounded), and rattled off with it 
 in glorious style. 
 
 "For the two days and nights intervening 
 between this disastrous morning and that of the 
 6th of May (the morning the army recrossed 
 the Rappahannock), the Irish Brigade, along 
 with the other brigades of Hancock s Division, 
 was right in front on the new line of defence, 
 and held their ground, under the incessant fire 
 of the enemy s sharp-shooters and pickets most 
 nobly." 
 
180 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 In the position which the Brigade was placed 
 after the battle of Chancellorsville, General 
 Meagher resolved to tender his resignation as 
 commander of the remnant left to him, which 
 he did in the following words : 
 
 " HEADQUARTERS IRISH BRIGADE, 
 "HANCOCK S DIVISION, COUCH S CORPS, 
 
 " Army of the Potomac, May 8th, 1863- 
 
 " MAJOR JOHN HANCOCK, ASSIST. ADJ T GEN L. 
 
 " I beg most respectfully to tender you, and 
 through you to the proper authorities, my re 
 signation as Brigadier-General commanding 
 what was once known as the Irish Brigade. 
 Tli at Brigade no longer exists. The assault on 
 the enemy s works on the 13th December last 
 reduced it to something less than a minimum 
 regiment of infantry. For several weeks it re 
 mained in this exhausted condition. Brave fel 
 lows from the convalescent camp and from the 
 sick-beds at home gradually re-enforced this 
 handful of devoted men. Nevertheless, it failed 
 to reach the strength and proportions of any 
 thing like an effective regiment. 
 
 " These facts I represented, as clearly and 
 forcibly as it was in my power to do, in a memo 
 rial to the Secretary of War ; in which memo- 
 
MEAGHER S RESIGNATION. 181 
 
 rial I prayed that a brigade which had rendered 
 such service, and incurred such distressing 
 losses, should be temporarily relieved from duty 
 in the field, so as to give it time and opportu 
 nity in some measure to renew itself. 
 
 " The memorial was in vain. It never even 
 was acknowledged. The depression caused by 
 this ungenerous and inconsiderate treatment of 
 a gallant remnant of a brigade that had never 
 once failed to do its duty most liberally and he 
 roically, almost unfitted me to remain in com 
 mand. True, however, to those who had been 
 true to me true to a position which I consid 
 ered sacred under the circumstances I re 
 mained with what was left of my brigade; and 
 though feeling that it was to a sacrifice rather 
 than to a victory that we were going, I accom 
 panied them, and led them through all the op 
 erations required of them at Scott s Mills and 
 Chancellorsville beyond the Rappahannock. 
 
 " A mere handful of my command did its 
 duty at those positions with a fidelity and reso 
 lution which won for it the admiration of the 
 army. It would be my greatest happiness, as 
 it would surely be ray highest honor, to remain 
 in the companionship and charge of such men ; 
 
182 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEK. 
 
 but to do so any longer would be to perpetuate 
 a public deception, in which the hard-won hon 
 ors of good soldiers, and in them the military 
 reputation of a brave old race, would inevitably 
 be involved and compromised. I cannot be a 
 party to this wrong. My heart, my conscience, 
 my pride, all that is truthful, manful, sincere, 
 and just within me forbid it. 
 
 " In tendering my resignation, however, as 
 the Brigadier-General in command of this poor 
 vestige and relic of the Irish Brigade, I beg 
 sincerely to assure you that my services, in any 
 capacity that can prove useful, are freely at the 
 summons and disposition of the Government of 
 the United States. That Government, and 
 the cause, and the liberty, the noble memories, 
 and the future it represents, are entitled, un 
 questionably and unequivocally, to the life of 
 every citizen who has sworn allegiance to it, and 
 partaken of its grand protection. But while I 
 offer my own life to sustain this good Govern 
 ment, I feel it to be my first duty to do nothing 
 that will wantonly imperil the lives of others, or, 
 what would be still more grievous and irrepara 
 ble, inflict sorrow and humiliation upon a race, 
 who, having lost almost everything else, find in 
 their character ior courage and loyalty an in- 
 
THE PARTING. 183 
 
 valuable gift, which I, for one, will not be so 
 vain or selfish as to endanger. 
 
 " I have the honor to be most respectfully 
 and truly yours, 
 
 " THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB, 
 
 " B.igadier-General Commanding." 
 
 On the 14th of May, General Meagher s re 
 signation was officially accepted. In his with 
 drawal from the honors and emoluments of his 
 command the grand old passion for the dignity 
 of his race asserted its supremacy over all other 
 sentiments, save that of averting the wanton 
 slaughter of his brave soldiers. 
 
 It may be imagined how keenly the resigna 
 tion of General Meagher was felt by the men 
 he had so long been associated with in scenes 
 of honor and of danger who arrayed them 
 selves under the war-worn flags 
 
 " Few, and faint, but fearless still !" 
 
 Though no longer Meagher s Irish Brigade, 
 the fragment of the original organization had 
 still some work to do, and they lost none of 
 their old prestige on the battle-fields that suc 
 ceeded Chancellorsville. 
 
 Colonel Patrick Kelly, of the Eighty -Eighth, 
 
184 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 assumed command of the Brigade, as senior 
 officer, after General Meagher s resignation was 
 officially announced. On the same day, the 
 officers of the Sixty-Ninth, Sixty-Third, and 
 Eighty-Eighth made application for the con 
 solidation of the few men they commanded into 
 one regiment. Alas ! there was not a full regi 
 ment left of the once glorious Brigade. Captain 
 W. J. Nagle, of the Eighty-Eighth, writing from 
 the camp near Falmouth, on the 18th of May, 
 1863, to a New York journal, says :" The Irish 
 Brigade has ceased to exist. The resignation 
 of our beloved chief, General Meagher, has 
 been accepted, and with him go our hearts, our 
 hopes, and our aspirations. The history of the 
 Irish Brigade in the United States Army is 
 closed !" 
 
 The parting of the General and his comrades 
 was sorrowful and affecting. It was more than 
 this it was sublime. The Commander who 
 shared equal risks and endured equal privations 
 with the humblest soldier in the ranks, when 
 necessity demanded it ; who had cheered the 
 weary column on the march ; enjoyed and in 
 spired the pleasures of many an encampment ; 
 who had confronted danger on the battle-field, 
 the foremost amongst those who never knew 
 
"GOD BLESS YOU." 185 
 
 fear, and who trusted to his leadership, was 
 compelled by a sense of duty, from which there 
 was no appeal, to sever the ties of long associ 
 ation and companionship, which mutual danger 
 and mutual suffering had rendered sacred. We 
 cannot be surprised, then, that tears rolled down 
 veteran cheeks in that column which received 
 the farewell of its chieftain ; that a sad and 
 solemn "God bless you" in broken voices 
 accompanied the kindly grasp of the hand 
 which General Meagher gave to every man in 
 the line. 
 
CHAPTEB IX. 
 
 THE ETOWAH COMMAND DEFENCE OF CHATTANOO 
 GA RECOGNITION OF MEAGHER s SERVICES. 
 
 THE Government was not long in accepting 
 Meagher s proffered services in a new scene, 
 from the battle-fields of Virginia. When in No 
 vember, 1864, Major-General Steadrnan joined 
 the forces of General Thomas at Nashville, the 
 command of the Etowah District was transfer 
 red to Acting Major-General Meagher. The 
 headquarters were then at Chattanooga. The 
 district was quite an extensive one, and com 
 prised nearly three hundred miles of railroad, 
 and fully two hundred miles of river communi 
 cation ; all of which the new commandant had 
 to protect with a force of 12,000 infantry, two 
 hundred guns, on the forts and in the field, and 
 three regiments of cavalry. In this position he 
 was isolated from other portions of the Federal 
 
THE ETOWAH COMMAND. 187 
 
 army, and had to depend entirely upon his 
 own resources. Here came into play Meagher s 
 capacity for meeting emergencies, a capacity 
 which was never wanting when self-reliance and 
 resolute action were the most effective weapons. 
 As he calmed the passions of the crowd in the 
 streets of his native Waterford at a moment 
 when one word from his lips would perchance 
 have precipitated an act of useless bloodshed ; 
 or when he marched defiantly, in company with 
 Devin Keill} 7 and his other colleagues, through 
 the mass of armed police in the streets of Dub 
 lin, at | time when the Viceregal Government 
 would have been only too glad to provoke a col 
 lision with the populace ; or as he calmly stood 
 face to face with ignominious death in Clonmel 
 Court House ; so did he meet the responsibili 
 ty of the Etowah command. He had no army 
 to back him. His district was fairly overrun by 
 guerrillas, with whom he sometimes dealt with 
 the full severity of martial law. He had to 
 furnish supplies to General Steadman through 
 an unprotected country, which he did promptly 
 as fast as they were needed ; and thus, for seven 
 weeks he held that part of Tennessee, until, on 
 the 7th of January, 1865, General Steadman 
 returned to relieve him Meagher then being 
 
188 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 ordered to join the army of General Sherman, 
 on its famous march to the sea. But Meagher 
 did not participate in that expedition, and was 
 therefore spared the horrors from which his gen 
 erous nature would have shrunk with as much 
 revolt as from the desolation in Ireland which 
 he was compelled to witness years before, in 
 1847, and which tinged even his most genial 
 moods with sadness. 
 
 Before his departure from Chattanooga, Gen 
 eral Steadman tendered to General Meagher a 
 full recognition of his services in these words : 
 
 " HEADQUARTERS, DISTRICT OF THE ETOWAH, ) 
 " Chattanooga, Jan. 12, 1865. $ 
 
 " MY DEAR GENERAL 
 
 " As you are about leaving this Department 
 with your command, to take part in the pro 
 jected campaign of General Sherman, I beg 
 leave to express to you my profound regret that 
 the fortunes of war call you from this Depart 
 ment. Your administration of the affairs of the 
 District of the Etowah, while communications 
 were interrupted, and your command isolated 
 by the presence of Hood s army before Nash 
 ville, as well as your splendid success in pro 
 tecting the railroad and telegraph to Knoxville 
 
GEN. STEADMAN S LETTER. 189 
 
 and Dalton, the steamboat transportation on 
 the Tennessee river, the public property ex 
 posed to capture by the enemy s cavalry, and 
 the harmony and good order maintained by you 
 throughout the District, during the trying pe 
 riod in which all these responsibilities devolved 
 upon you, have given me much satisfaction, and 
 secured for you the confidence and esteem of 
 the Major- General commanding the Depart 
 ment, as well as the officers of the entire com 
 mand. 
 
 " All deeply regret the necessity which takes 
 you from us ; but the hope that 3^011 may be 
 pleasantly situated, and have a command wor 
 thy of your splendid abilities, reconciles us to 
 the separation. 
 
 " I am, General, with esteem, your friend, 
 " JAMES B. STEADMAN, 
 
 " Major-General Commanding. 
 " BRIG. GEN. T. F. MEAGHER, 
 
 " Com. Prov l Div., Army of the Tennessee." 
 
 General Meagher s response was of course 
 characteristic, and rich in glowing language. 
 For example, in alluding to the good-will of the 
 citizens of Chattanooga, and the civil officials 
 of the Department, he says : 
 
190 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEE. 
 
 " The former proved, with the liveliest good- 
 humor and enthusiasm in their spontaneous ac 
 ceptance of the proposition of a civic guard, 
 and all the obligations and penalties attached 
 to it, their readiness to fall in with the regularly 
 organized garrison, and fight to the death, side 
 by side with their enlisted brothers, at a mo 
 ment s notice, should the daring of the enemy 
 of the American flag, its honor, and its glory, 
 have summoned them to the defence of Chatta 
 nooga, and the vindication of the heroic memo 
 ries that crown the mountains that guard it, and 
 render sacred, as well as notable for all time, the 
 waters that chaunt without ceasing whether 
 wildly in the storm, or solemnly in the beautiful 
 calm night, or lovingly in the sunshine, in the 
 midst of green leaves and the perfumes of the 
 summer the eternal lyrics of the dead and liv 
 ing conquerors to whom they owe their fame." 
 
 And much more he said in the same strain ; 
 speaking all the while modestly of himself, but 
 sparing no gallant words of praise for those 
 who served under him. This was his wont 
 throughout his whole military career. He left 
 his own praise, his valor, his devotion, to be re 
 corded by those who loved him; but for his 
 
MEAGHER S RESPONSE. 191 
 
 men and officers he reserved the right to speak 
 himself, and this he did in his official reports, 
 and in his public and private correspondence, 
 most lavishly. His fresh, hearty, frank nature 
 did not change with time or exile. From boy 
 hood until death, it was the same rare jewel 
 which sparkled so brightly in the dual crown of 
 the hero and the martyr which pressed his fore 
 head almost before the fulness of manhood was 
 upon him. 
 
CHAPTEK X. 
 
 HIS CAKEER IN MONTANA TERRITORY MEAGHER 
 
 APPOINTED SECRETARY AND ACTING GOVERNOR 
 
 HE FIGHTS THE POLITICIANS RAISING THE MI 
 LITIA JOURNEY TO FORT BENTON HIS DEATH. 
 
 MEAGHEB S career as a soldier ended with, his 
 brilliant services in the command of the Etowah 
 district. The President, Andrew Johnson, re 
 cognizing his merits, and acknowledging the 
 obligations of the Government, tendered him 
 the Secretaryship of the Territory of Montana, 
 which he cheerfully accepted. Life in this new, 
 wild, grand territory, with its unsettled popula 
 tion, the possible dangers attaching to the posi 
 tion, the fresh developments in mineral re 
 sources which the territory then promised, and 
 which it has since realized, all these were 
 charms irresistible to Meagher. The unavoid 
 able absence from the territory of the Governor, 
 Hon. Sydney Edgerton, the interregnum pend- 
 
LETTER FROM HIS SON. 193 
 
 ing the appointment of Green Clay Smith, ne 
 cessarily imposed upon the new Secretary the 
 duties of Acting Governor, and from his induc 
 tion to office until the sad close, he held that 
 position. 
 
 Previous to ids starting for the West, Meagher 
 was passing some days at the delightful resi 
 dence of the late Daniel Devlin in Manhattan- 
 ville. Dating a note from this place on Sept. 
 22d, 1864, he urged me to come there and see 
 him, saying " Do come, and bring any true 
 friend (or two) of mine along with you, you can 
 find. It may be the last time (God only knows) 
 that you shall see me, for I go to a fierce and 
 frightful region of gorillas !" But I did see him 
 later than that, for owing to delays in the Fiske 
 expedition he did not depart until the following 
 summer. The last interview was at his resi 
 dence in East Twenty-third street, when I 
 grasped his hand at what proved to be a final 
 parting. There was no sadness on either side, 
 because the veil was not lifted from the dismal 
 future, nor could we penetrate its mists. Nei 
 ther dreamed that it was a last meeting. 
 Meagher, indeed, was particularly joyous that 
 day. I found him leaning against the mantel 
 piece, perusing a letter which he had just re- 
 
194 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 ceived from his boy in Waterforcl, a fine photo 
 graph of whom was before him ; looking in 
 almost every lineament a counterpart of his 
 gallant father. He was laughing at the pleas 
 ant and loving things the lad had written, and 
 handed me the letter, with a proud allusion to 
 the manliness of its style. As this youth was 
 born in Ireland, of course Meagher had never 
 looked upon his face. He lived only upon the 
 memories of his childish correspondence, and 
 such delineations as this one, furnished by the 
 hand of art. 
 
 On his westward journey the impression 
 seemed to grow upon him that he would never 
 return, though his subsequent correspondence 
 was more hopeful. Writing to me from St. 
 Paul s, Minnesota, on the 27th of July, 1865, 
 while en route to Montana, he says, in reference 
 to a work relating to the " Irish Brigade," on 
 which the present writer was then engaged 
 
 " Now that I am on the eve of starting on what 
 may be a dangerous expedition (for the Indi 
 ans, we understand, along the route are fiend 
 ishly ferocious), and I may not live to vindicate 
 myself, I am justified, I think, in entreating of 
 you, as one of the very truest friends I have 
 
ARRIVAL AT VIRGINIA CITY. 195 
 
 known in America, that you have full justice 
 done me. Apart from this consideration, I de 
 sire that this little monument, at least, will be 
 dedicated to the memory of our brave boys, and 
 that in the permanent commemoration of their 
 generous and heroic services to the nation, an 
 argument shall be planted deep and irrefutably 
 in the history of the times against those who 
 hereafter, in social or public life, may be dis 
 posed to disparage our race, or assail it in a 
 prescriptive spirit. 
 
 " Very affectionately yours, 
 
 "T. F. MEAGHEE." 
 
 The reputation of his " brave boys" never 
 seemed to pass from his thoughts ! The heroic 
 record of " our race" must not be disparaged, if 
 sword or pen can shield it from tarnish ! This 
 latter idea was the passion a-nd purpose of all 
 his later years. He wrought it into practical 
 life on the field of battle. He preached it, in 
 words of rare and fiery eloquence, from every 
 rostrum. He dreamed of it, and clung to it, as 
 his words just quoted show, during his distant 
 journeyings on the path to those new scenes and 
 duties from which he never returned. 
 
 His arrival at Virginia City, the present seat 
 
196 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 of government in Montana, he announces in 
 this hurried and exuberant fashion, after being 
 three months on the tedious route from the Mis 
 sissippi to the interior : 
 
 " VIRGINIA CITY, > 
 
 " MONTANA TERRITORY, Oct. 6, 1865. ) 
 
 " MY DEAR LYONS 
 
 " The enclosed slips from our local paper 
 the * Montana Post will inform you of my ar 
 rival at my destination at last, and my being 
 Acting Governor of the richest territory of the 
 Union. I want you, like a good fellow, to have 
 this announced in the Herald / and, if you can, 
 it would gratify me to have the extracts tran 
 scribed. I have not time to write anything more 
 to you just now will do so, however, before long. 
 
 " Believe me, with truest regards, 
 
 " Most cordially your friend, 
 
 " T. F. MEAGHER." 
 
 Of course he had no time to write more just 
 then ; for were not the duties of state falling 
 thick upon him, and the politicians and place- 
 hunters hemming him in with a cordon of greedy 
 applications ? But he did write afterwards to 
 all his friends pleasant and cheerful letters, 
 enough to keep the territorial post-offices busy. 
 
DIFFICULTIES OVERCOME. 197 
 
 With fidelity to his trust, and in strict accord 
 ance with the political opinions he conscien 
 tiously entertained, those duties were performed. 
 He had difficulties to overcome which to a man 
 of less firmness might have proved insurmount 
 able. The Territory of Montana, young as it 
 was, was not exempt from the dire mischief of 
 partisanship. The papers, on heralding his ap 
 proach in words of enthusiastic praise, did not 
 fail to drop a hint about " hireling agitators and 
 selfish politicians" whose influence he would 
 have to combat. All these he had to meet and 
 grapple with on the very threshold of his ca 
 reer, in September, 1865. For the matter of 
 that, his whole Governorship embraced a con 
 stant struggle, bravely and persistently con 
 ducted with all Meagher s known courage and 
 undaunted obstinacy, for the recognition of pop 
 ular rights, and his own authority to defend 
 them. He had a subtle party to contend with ; 
 a party that showed in their bitter opposition 
 to his manly, honest policy, the disappointment 
 they felt on finding in the new Governor a man 
 who, though he was a " soldier of the Union," 
 was not a slave to faction, and could not be 
 moulded to their purposes ; nor could his fine 
 spirit be dragged through the muddy channels 
 
198 TEOMAG FRANCIS MEA JHEJJ. 
 
 of partisanship. The politicians could not get 
 hold of him, and so the radical portion of them 
 set to work to secretly abuse him, and intrigue 
 against the measures he proposed for the good 
 government of the Territory. Meagher s polit 
 ical opinions at this time cannot be better ex 
 pressed than in his own words, contained in a 
 letter written to a Democratic Convention in 
 Montana. He says : 
 
 " As a Democrat I took the field as a Dem 
 ocrat went through the war : the war over, I am 
 precisely the same I was when it broke out. 
 The Democratic party, from the day of its foun 
 dation to this hour, was essentially the party of 
 the Union, the party of national aims, civil and 
 religious liberty Americanism in its broadest, 
 loftiest, grandest signification. Satisfied of this, 
 I could belong to no other party. Belonging to 
 it, I feel that I belong to the nation, to its great 
 traditions, and that patriotism which saw in the 
 Constitution and the well-defined government 
 of the States, peace, honor, and prosperity for 
 the nation throughout its length and breadth. 
 There are few people who can forget, though 
 there may be many who will deny, the delight 
 with which the Democratic support, given to 
 
FIRST OFFICIAL ACTION. 199 
 
 the Republican Administration from the outset 
 to the close of the civil war, was acknowledged 
 by the partisans of the Administration. With 
 out that support, it was admitted, and by none 
 more readily than by the President and his 
 Cabinet, that the war for the Union must prove 
 a failure." 
 
 The first official action of the Acting Gover 
 nor, for the purpose of voting supplies for the 
 expenses of the Government, was to call togeth 
 er the Legislature. His constitutional right to 
 do so was disputed, and indeed he at first doubt 
 ed it himself, but on consideration, like Andrew 
 Jackson, Governor Meagher " took the respon 
 sibility," called the Legislature to assemble, and 
 defended his course afterwards very ably in his 
 Message, and in a speech delivered at the Dem 
 ocratic Convention in Helena, February 21st, 
 1866. The details of this part of his official 
 career would be tedious. It is enough to know, 
 and for those who knew and loved him, to feel 
 proud of, that his official career was character 
 ized by great firmness and discretion, and a 
 personal boldness which was the distinguishing 
 feature of his whole gallant and stormy life. 
 The attacks by the Indians upon the residents 
 
200 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHEB. 
 
 of Fort Benton, on the Upper Missouri, com 
 pelled him to call for volunteers, as there was 
 no militia in the territory. As he said himself 
 with his usual good-humor, which was never 
 suppressed, even in moments of difficulty or 
 danger, " I am Commander-in-Chief, not of an 
 invincible, but of an invisible militia." It was 
 in procuring the armament for these volunteers, 
 who responded cheerfully to his call, that the 
 circumstances occurred which led to his death, 
 a lamentable event, of which with poignant 
 sorrow I shall have to speak hereafter. 
 
 Beset as he was by the Republican politicians 
 who sought to rule the Territory, and hoped to 
 control him, Meagher was unyielding in his de 
 sign to govern for the people, and in favor of 
 their interests, despite what he called the " ma 
 lignant hostility of the more conspicuous and 
 dictatorial of the Republican party." Accord 
 ing to the means at his command, and the time 
 allotted to him, he succeeded in doing this to 
 the fullest of his expectations. Charges were 
 laid against him by his political enemies touch 
 ing his " loyalty," that he was not unfriendly to 
 the South which the bigots expected he would 
 be and somewhat favored the interests of 
 Southern men in the Territory of Montana. To 
 
SPEECH AT HELENA. 201 
 
 these inuendoes (for they never extended be 
 yond that wretched class of slander) Meagher 
 answered with this noble declaration of his sen 
 timents, clothed in that beauty of language 
 which, like the silvery tongues of angels, flowed 
 as freely from his lips as mountain streams bub 
 ble forth in spring-time when loosed from the 
 frosty chains of winter. This is what he said 
 in his speech at Helena, on the 21st of Febru 
 ary, 1866 : 
 
 " On the battle-field, which they had heroi 
 cally held for four tempestuous years, the sol 
 diers of the South had lowered their colors 
 and sheathed their swords. The spirit in which 
 they had surrendered, as well as the spirit with 
 which they fought, entitled them to respect, 
 honorable consideration, and the frank confi 
 dence of their adversaries, and the generosity 
 of the colossal power to which they had been 
 forced to capitulate. These were no new senti 
 ments of his. A few days after the assault on 
 Fredericksburg, December, 1862, at a public en 
 tertainment in the city of New York, he pro 
 posed, The heroism of both parties united 
 they could whip the world. What he had said 
 and done during the war, the same was he now 
 
202 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 prepared to repeat, should another rebellion be 
 set on foot, and the Eepublic be declared in 
 danger. But the war over, he, for one, would 
 not have planted thorns in the graves where the 
 olive had taken root. Here, at all events, here 
 among the great mountains of the New World, 
 no echoes should be awakened save those that 
 proclaimed truthful and glorious peace, the 
 everlasting brotherhood of those who had been 
 foes upon the battle-field, the triumphant reign 
 of industry, and another pillar and crown of 
 gold to the nation that had been restored. In 
 the Divine sacrament of forgiveness, love, and 
 patriotism, let them dedicate, with an irrevoca 
 ble pledge, that beautiful and superb domain of 
 theirs, to the growth of a stalwart Democracy, 
 the consolidation of liberty with law, the vindi 
 cation of the Republic against the malevolence 
 of faction, nationality against sectionalism, an 
 enlightened civilization, religion without puri- 
 tanism, and loyalty without humiliation." 
 
 And thus it was that Meagher talked to the 
 people of Montana with all his ardent fiery elo 
 quence, in public halls, and conventions, and 
 through the columns of every available news 
 paper, just as he talked in Ireland "twenty 
 
HIS WIFE. 203 
 
 golden years ago," when lie had a "cause" to 
 advocate which gave force and action to every 
 fibre of his heart and brain. There was really 
 no " cause" in Montana except the assertion of 
 manhood in opposition to political intrigue, and 
 we may be sure that in Meagher s hands that 
 cause was well taken care of. 
 
 For a long time before the close of his career 
 General Meagher contemplated resigning his 
 official position. He began to weary of the un 
 productive labors of public office, and in sooth 
 he had good reason ; for his services and sacri 
 fices, though graciously acknowledged, were not 
 abundantly repaid. With what exuberant joy- 
 ousness he wrote to me announcing the arrival 
 of his wife at Fort Benton although with a 
 weary journey over the plains still before her 
 when she was on her way to rejoin him in his 
 new home beyond the Eocky Mountains ; and 
 what a new life he pictured for himself in the 
 future, when, as he said, strengthened by her 
 presence, the burden of his public duties would 
 be lightened, while they continued, and the 
 prospect of carving out a fortune for himself, 
 which was just opening up, would be all the 
 brighter because she was there to cheer and 
 encourage him ! But Fate had willed a different 
 
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 204 THOMAS FKANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 termination to his new hopes and prospects. 
 While still in harness, before his resignation 
 could be accepted, the Indian troubles, and the 
 necessity of raising and arming militia to pro 
 tect the settlers, compelled him to undertake the 
 arduous duty which led to his death. He had 
 travelled thirty miles in the saddle, under a 
 scorching July sun, after superintending the ar 
 rival of arms and munitions for the equipment 
 of the militia. He reached Fort Benton in the 
 evening of July the 1st, 1867, wearied out from 
 several days labors. There being no accommo 
 dation at the post, he took up his quarters in a 
 state-room on board the old battered Missouri 
 steamer G. A. Thompson, which was lying at 
 the levee, preparatory to making her trip down 
 the river. Tired as he was he undertook to 
 write to some friends before retiring one of 
 whom, at least, Richard O Gorman, received 
 the epistle addressed to him. The state-room 
 was on the upper deck, and the guards in front 
 of the door were broken by a previous accident. 
 Between nine and ten o clock he left his room. 
 The night was dark. Obscurity partially en 
 veloped the boat. There was a coil of rope on 
 the verge of the deck, over which he stumbled, 
 throwing him off his balance, and while grasp- 
 
HIS DEATH. 205 
 
 ing vainly for the guard, which was not there, 
 he fell into the dark, rushing river, then flow 
 ing towards its destination in the mighty Mis 
 sissippi at a rate of nearly ten miles an hour. 
 He struck the guard of the lower deck in his 
 descent, which probably disabled him, as the 
 men on the boat declared that he uttered a fear 
 ful groan before they heard the splash which 
 announced the accident. Gallant swimming for 
 life and he battled bravely for it availed 
 nothing. The efforts of willing hearts and 
 hands could bring no succor. His calls for aid 
 were promptly responded to. For a few brief 
 moments all was activity, on the deck and on 
 the shore, and with such light as a few lanterns 
 could throw upon the turgid waters, the strug 
 gling form of the gallant soldier, the polished 
 orator, the fiery, ardent patriot, beloved by 
 friends and honored even by foes, was seen, and 
 was swept forever from the sight of man. 
 
 Consternation and grief followed the an 
 nouncement of this calamity as the news spread 
 throughout the country. Those who remem 
 bered Meagher in his early years, and watched 
 the development of his rich and rare mind, 
 through all the vicissitudes of an extraordinary 
 
206 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 and eventful life, recalled the words of Byron 
 on the death of Richard Brinsley Sheridan : 
 
 " E en as the tenderness that hour distils, 
 When summer s day declines along the hills ; 
 So feels the fulness of the heart and eyes, 
 When all of Genius that can perish dies." 
 
 A magnificent Requiem High Mass was cel 
 ebrated at the Church of St. Francis Xavier, 
 Sixteenth street, New York, on the 14th of Au 
 gust, for the repose of the soul of the departed 
 General, under the auspices of his brother offi 
 cers of the Irish Brigade. On the same even 
 ing, Richard O Gorman delivered a eulogy on 
 the character of the deceased at Cooper Insti 
 tute, in which, after detailing the circumstances 
 of Meagher s death, as above related, he closed 
 with the following touching peroration : 
 
 " So he died. Would that he had died on 
 the battle-field, I think I hear some friend say. 
 Would that he had fallen there, with the flag he 
 loved waving over him, and the shout of tri 
 umph ringing in his ears ; would that his grave 
 were on some Irish hillside, with the green turf 
 above him. No; God knows best how, and 
 
A EULOGY. 207 
 
 where, and when we are to die. His will be 
 done. But Meagher has bequeathed his mem 
 ory to us, to guard it, and save it from evil 
 tongues, that might not respect the majesty of 
 death. What matter to him now whether men 
 praise or blame? The whole world s censure 
 could not hurt him now. But for us, the friends 
 who are left behind ; for you, his companions 
 in arms ; for me, who was the friend of his 
 youth, and who have loved him ever ; for the 
 sake of those who are nearer and dearer to him, 
 of whose grief I cannot bring myself to speak 
 of his father, his brother, of his son, on whose 
 face he never looked ; for the sake, more than 
 all, of that noble lady whose endearing love was 
 the pride and blessing of his life ; for all this 
 we do honor to his memory, and strive to weave, 
 as it were, this poor chaplet of flowers over his 
 grave. His faults lie gently on him. For he 
 had faults, as all of us have. But he had vir 
 tues too, in whose light his errors were unseen 
 and forgotten. In his youth he loved the land 
 of his birth, and freely gave all he had to give, 
 even his life, to save her and do her honor. He 
 never forgot her. He never said a word that 
 was not meant to help her and raise her. Some 
 
208 THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 
 things he did say from time to time, which I did 
 not agree with, that seemed to me hasty, pas 
 sionate, unjust. When men speak much and 
 often, they cannot help sometimes speaking 
 wrong. But he said always what he thought ; 
 he never uttered a word that was unmanly or 
 untrue to the cause that was darling to his youth. 
 In Ireland, in America, he invited no man to 
 danger that he was not ready to share. Never 
 forget this : he gave all, lost all, for the land of 
 his birth. He risked all for the land of his 
 adoption, was her true and loyal soldier, and in 
 the end died in her service. For these things, 
 either in Ireland or America, he will not soon 
 be forgotten, and the grateful instinct of two 
 people will do him justice and cherish his mem 
 ory in the heart of hearts. If it be, as we of 
 the ancient faith are taught to believe, that the 
 highest heavens are joined to this earth by a 
 mystic chain of sympathy, of which the links 
 are prayers and blessings which ascend and 
 descend y keeping ever the sacred communion 
 eternal and unbroken if thus fervent prayer on 
 earth can reach the throne of God, the friend 
 of my youth can never be forgotten there. His 
 battle of life is fought. His work is done ; his 
 
HIS GENEROSITY. 209 
 
 hour of repose is come, and love can utter no 
 fonder aspiration than that which was chanted 
 in the sad ceremonies of this morning. May 
 he rest in peace. Amen ! 
 
 There are few men in our day but still there 
 are a few whose lives were more varied by re 
 markable incidents, more checkered, more twist 
 ed and tortured by the whirlpools of fate than 
 was that of Meagher, and yet he bore himself 
 gallantly through it all. Not always prosper 
 ous in worldly things, yet he treated adversity 
 with a disdainful pride, even at the moment 
 when his unselfishness inspired him to give, 
 while prudence might have whispered him to 
 retain. But he knew little of prudence in these 
 matters. Generosity mastered him always. 
 The brilliancy of his wit, the love of all that 
 was gallant and noble, and his detestation of 
 all that was ignoble in human nature, that con 
 stantly pervaded his social life, those who have 
 shared his companionship will not forget. The 
 fresh bright memory of these attributes will re 
 main, with the recollection of his joyous laugh, 
 the flash of his deep blue eyes, sometimes 
 sparkling with merriment, oftentimes intensified 
 by some passionate thought, and not uufre- 
 
210 THOMAS FKANC1S MEAGHEB. 
 
 quently clouded with a shadow of compassion 
 ate regret, for Meagher never heard of sorrow 
 or want in one of his race, that his heart did 
 not respond, no matter what the condition of 
 his exchequer might be. 
 
 To those who knew him I leave these thoughts 
 to be hoarded in the corners of their memory. 
 To the readers of these pages I submit the 
 story of one in whom genius and gallantry com 
 bined to make a notable, a loveable, and an 
 enduring character, which will not be obliter 
 ated from the records of future history. 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 ALTHOUGH, in the text of this volume, many 
 of Meagher s most characteristic speeches, and 
 occasional fragments from his writings, were 
 necessarily interwoven to complete the story of 
 his life, and give it a consecutive form, there 
 remains much of what he has spoken and writ 
 ten that should be embalmed in the memory of 
 his countrymen. While it would be impossible 
 to embody in these pages all the splendid efforts 
 he has left behind him, most of which have 
 already been printed from time to time, often 
 imperfectly, in the columns of newspapers, 
 which are read and forgotten there are yet 
 numerous selectioos which should properly find 
 a permanent place here. They might perchance 
 be more wisely chosen, but the intention is to 
 reproduce a few illustrations of Meagher s ear- 
 
212 APPENDIX. 
 
 Her oratorical efforts, when his genius illumi 
 nated the pathway upon which his young man 
 hood was leading him to heroism and to mar 
 tyrdom ; illustrations, also, of his more mature 
 thoughts, and his almost unaltered method of 
 expressing them, when at a later period he 
 spoke and wrote in America. 
 
 It is proper here for the author to acknowl 
 edge the kind interest which many friends 
 have taken in the progress of his labor, by 
 placing manuscripts and documents at his dis 
 posal. To my friend John Savage, who was, 
 perhaps, Meagher s closest associate in social 
 life for many years, and who was his editorial 
 colleague when the Irish Neivs was established, 
 I am indebted for some valuable material care 
 fully preserved since its publication in 1849. 
 There are others whose voluntary kindness 
 should not be forgotten ; among them Mr. John 
 McCrone of Washington, Mr. John T. Doran of 
 St. Louis, and Mr. George Mellen of New York. 
 
 With these prefatory remarks, the following 
 selections from Meagher s speeches and writings 
 are submitted to the reader. 
 
SPEECH 
 
 ON THE TRANSPORTATION OF MITCHEL. 
 
 1848. 
 
 CITIZENS OF DUBLIN Since we last assembled 
 in this Hall, an event has occurred which de 
 cides our fate. 
 
 We are no longer masters of our lives. They 
 belong to our country to liberty to vengeance. 
 Upon the walls of Newgate a fettered hand has 
 inscribed this destiny. We shall be the martyrs 
 or the rulers of a revolution. 
 
 " One, two, three ay, hundreds shall follow 
 me !" exclaimed the noble citizen who was sen 
 tenced to exile and immortality upon the morn 
 ing of the 29th of May. 
 
 Such was his prophecy, and his children will 
 live to say it has been fulfilled. 
 
 Let no man mistrust these words. Whilst I 
 speak them, I am fully sensible of the obliga 
 tion they impose. It is an obligation from 
 
214 APPENDIX. 
 
 which there is no exemption but through in 
 famy. 
 
 Claiming your trust, however, I well know 
 the feelings that prevail amongst you doubt 
 depression shame. Doubt, as to the truth of 
 those whose advice restrained your daring. De 
 pression, inspired by the loss of the ablest and 
 the boldest man amongst us. Shame, excited 
 by the ease, the insolence, the impunity with 
 which he was hurried in chains from the island 
 to whose service he had sacrificed all that he 
 had on earth all that made life dear, and hon 
 orable, and glorious to him his home, his ge 
 nius, and his liberty. 
 
 In those feelings of depression and shame I 
 deeply share ; and from the mistrust with which 
 some of you, at least, may regard the members 
 of the late Council, I shall not hold myself ex 
 empt. If they are to blame, so am I. Between 
 the hearts of the people and the bayonets of the 
 government, I took my stand, with the members 
 of the Council, and warned back the precipitate 
 devotion which scoffed at prudence as a crime. 
 I am here toe answer for that act. If you be 
 lieve it to have been the act of a dastard, treat 
 me with no delicacy treat me with no respect. 
 
APPENDIX. 215 
 
 Vindicate your courage in the impeachment of 
 the coward. The necessities and perils of the 
 cause forbid the interchange of courtesies. Ci 
 vilities are out of place in the whirl and tumult 
 of the tempest. 
 
 Do not fear that the forfeiture of your confi 
 dence will induce in me the renunciation of the 
 cause. In the ranks by the side of the poor 
 est mechanic I shall proudly act, under any 
 executive you may decree. Summon the intel 
 lect and heroism of the democracy, from the 
 workshop, the field, the garret bind the brow 
 of labor with the crown of sovereignty place 
 the sceptre in the rough and blistered hand 
 and, to the death, I shall be the subject and the 
 soldier of the plebeian king ! 
 
 The address of the Council to the people of 
 Ireland the address signed by William Smith 
 O Brien bears witness to your determination. 
 It states that thousands of Confederates had 
 pledged themselves that John Mitchel should 
 not leave these shores but through their blood. 
 We were bound to make this statement bound 
 in justice to you bound in honor to the coun 
 try. Whatever odium may flow from that scene 
 of victorkms defiance, in which the government 
 
216 APPENDIX. 
 
 played its part without a stammer or a check, 
 none falls on you. You would have fought, had 
 we not seized your hands, and bound them. 
 
 Let no foul tongue, then, spit its sarcasms 
 upon the people. They were ready for the 
 sacrifice ; and had the word been given, the 
 stars would burn this night above a thousand 
 crimsoned graves. The guilt is ours let the 
 sarcasm fall upon our heads. 
 
 We told you in the Clubs, four days previous 
 to the trial, the reasons that compelled us to 
 oppose the project of a rescue. The concentra 
 tion of 10,000 troops upon the city the incom 
 plete organization of the people the insuffi 
 ciency of food, in case of a sustained resistance 
 the uncertainty as to how far the country dis 
 tricts were prepared to support us these were 
 the chief reasons that forced us into an antago 
 nism with your generosity, your devotion, your 
 intrepidity. Night after night we visited the 
 Clubs, to know your sentiments, your determi 
 nation and to the course we instructed you to 
 adopt, you gave, at length, a reluctant sanction. 
 
 Now, I do not think it would be candid in me 
 to conceal the fact, that the day subsequent to 
 the arrest of John Mitchel, I gave expression to 
 sentiments having a tendency quite opposite to 
 
APPENDIX. 21 
 
 the advice I have mentioned. At a meeting of 
 the Grattan Club, I said that the Confederation 
 ought to come to the resolution to resist by 
 force the transportation of John Mitchel, and 
 if the worst befell us, the ship that carried him 
 away should sail upon a sea of blood. 
 
 I said this, and I shall not now conceal it. I 
 said this, and I shall not shrink from the re 
 proach of having acted otherwise. 
 
 Upon consideration, I became convinced they 
 were sentiments which, if acted upon, would 
 associate my name with the ruin of the cause. 
 I felt it my duty, therefore, to retract them 
 not to disown, but to condemn them not to 
 shrink from the responsibility which the avowal 
 of them might entail, but to avert the disaster 
 which the enforcement of them would insure. 
 
 You have now heard all I have to say on that 
 point, and with a conscience happy in the 
 thought that it has concealed nothing, I shall 
 exultingly look forward to an event the shadow 
 of which already encompasses us for the vin 
 dication of my conduct, and the attestation of 
 iny truth. 
 
 Call me coward call me renegade. I will 
 accept these titles as the penalties which a fidel 
 ity to my convictions has imposed. It will be 
 
2i APPENDIX. 
 
 so for a short time only. To the end, I see the 
 path I have been ordained to walk, and upon 
 the grave which closes in that path, I can read 
 no coward s epitaph. 
 
 Bitterly, indeed, might the wife and children 
 of our illustrious friend lament the loss they 
 have sustained, if his example failed to excite 
 amongst us that defiant spirit which, in spite of 
 pains and penalties, will boldly soar to freedom, 
 and from the dust, where it has fretted for a 
 time, return in rapturous flight to the source 
 from whence it came. Not till then not till 
 the cowardice of the country has been made 
 manifest let there be tears and mourning round 
 that hearth, of which the pride and chivalry 
 have passed away. 
 
 I said, that in the depression which his loss 
 inspired, I deeply shared. I should not have 
 said so. I feel no depression. His example 
 his fortitude his courage forbid the feeling. 
 All that was perishable in him his flesh and 
 blood are in the keeping of the privileged fel 
 ons who won his liberty with their loaded dice. 
 But his genius, his truth, his heroism to what 
 penal settlement have these immortal influences 
 been condemned ? 
 
 Oh ! to have checked the evil promptly to 
 
APPENDIX. 219 
 
 have secured their crown and government 
 against him and his teachings to have done 
 their treacherous business well they should 
 have read his mission and his power in the star 
 which presided at his birth, and have stabbed 
 him in his cradle. They seized him thirty years 
 too late they seized him when his stead} 7 hand 
 had lit the sacred fire, and the flame had passed 
 from soul to soul. 
 
 Who speaks of depression, then ? 
 
 Banish it ! Let not the banners droop let 
 not the battalions reel when the young chief 
 is down ! 
 
 You have to avenge that fall. Until that fall 
 shall have been avenged, a sin blackens the soul 
 of the nation, and repels from our cause the 
 sympathies of every gallant people. 
 
 For one, I am pledged to follow him. Once 
 again they shall have to pack their jury-box 
 once again, exhibit to the world the frauds and 
 mockeries the tricks and perjuries upon 
 which their power is based. In this island, the 
 English never never, shall have rest. The 
 work, begun by the Norman, never shall be 
 completed. 
 
 Generation transmits to generation the holy 
 passion which pants for liberty which frets 
 
220 APPENDIX. 
 
 against oppression. From the blood which 
 drenched the scaffolds of 1798, the " felons" of 
 this year have sprung. 
 
 Should their blood flow peace, and loyalty, 
 and debasement may here, for a time, resume 
 their reign the snows of a winter, the flowers 
 of a summer, may clothe the proscribed graves 
 but from those graves there shall hereafter be 
 an armed resurrection. 
 
 Peace, loyalty, and debasement, forsooth ! A 
 stagnant society breeding in its bosom slimy, 
 sluggish things, which to the surface make their 
 way by stealth, and there, for a season, creep, 
 cringe, and glitter in the glare of a provincial 
 royalty ! Peace, loyalty, and debasement ! A 
 mass of pauperism shovelled off the land, 
 stocked in fever-sheds and poor-houses, shipped 
 to Canadian swamps rags, and pestilence, and 
 vermin ! Behold the rule of England and in 
 that rule, behold humanity dethroned, and 
 Providence blasphemed ! 
 
 To keep up this abomination, they enact their 
 laws of felony. To sweep away the abomina 
 tion, we must break through their laws. 
 
 Should the laws fail, they will hedge in the 
 abomination with their bayonets and their gib 
 bets. These, too, shall give way before the tor- 
 
APPENDIX. 221 
 
 rent of fire which gathers in the soul of the 
 people. The question so long debated debated, 
 years ago, on fields of blood debated latterly 
 in a venal senate, amid the jeers and yells of 
 faction the question, as to who shall be the 
 owners of this island, must be this year deter 
 mined. The end is at hand, and so, unite and 
 arm ! 
 
 A truce to cheers to speeches to banquets 
 to " important resolutions" that resolve noth 
 ing, and " magnificent displays," that are little 
 else than preposterous deceptions. Ascertain 
 your resources in each locality consolidate, ar 
 range them substitute defined action for drift- 
 less passion and, in the intelligent distribution 
 and disciplined exercise of your powers, let the 
 mind of the country manifest its purpose, and 
 give permanent effect to its ambition. 
 
 In carrying out this plan, the country shall 
 have the services of the leading members of the 
 Council, and from this great task the organi 
 zation of the country we shall not desist, until 
 it has been thoroughly accomplished. When it 
 is accomplished, the country shall resume its 
 freedom and its sovereignty. To the work, 
 then, with high hope and impassioned vigor ! 
 
 There is a black ship upon the southern sea 
 
222 APPENDIX. 
 
 this night. Far from his own, old land far 
 from the sea, and soil, and sky, which, standing 
 here, he used to claim for you with all the pride 
 of a true Irish prince far from that circle of 
 fresh, young hearts, in whose light, and joyous- 
 ness, and warmth his own drank in each even 
 ing new life and vigor far from that young 
 wife, in whose heart the kind hand of Heaven 
 has kindled a gentle heroism sustained by 
 which she looks with serenity and pride upon 
 her widowed house, and in the children that 
 girdle her with beauty, beholds but the inherit 
 ors of a name which, to their last breath, will 
 secure to them the love, the honor, the blessing 
 of their country far from these scenes and joys, 
 clothed and fettered as a felon, he is borne to 
 an island, whereon the rich, and brilliant, and 
 rapacious power of which he was the foe, has 
 doomed him to a dark existence. That sentence 
 must be reversed reversed by the decree of a 
 nation, arrayed in arms and in glory ! 
 
 Till then, in the love of the country, let the 
 wife and children of the illustrious exile be 
 shielded from adversity. 
 
 True when he stood before the judge, and 
 with the voice and bearing of a Koman, told 
 him, that three hundred were prepared to follow 
 
APPENDIX. 223 
 
 him true it is, that, at that moment, he spoke 
 not of his home and children he thought only 
 of his country and, to the honor of her sons, 
 bequeathed the cause for which he was con 
 demned to suffer. But in that one thought, all 
 other thoughts were embraced. Girt by the 
 arms and banners of a free people, he saw his 
 home secure his wife joyous his children 
 prosperous and ennobled. 
 
 This was the thought which forbade his heart 
 to blench when he left these shores this the 
 thought which calls up to-night, as he sleeps 
 within that prison-ship, dreams full of light and 
 rapturous joy this the thought which will 
 lighten the drudgery, and reconcile his proud 
 heart to the odious conditions of his exile. 
 
 Think ! oh, think ! of that exile the hopes, 
 the longings, which will grow each day more 
 anxious and impatient ! 
 
 Think! oh, think! of how, with throbbing 
 heart and kindling eye, he will look out across 
 the waters that imprison him, searching in the 
 eastern sky for the flag that will announce to 
 him his liberty, and the triumph of sedition ! 
 
 Think ! oh, think ! of that day, when thou 
 sands and tens of thousands will rush down to 
 the water s edge, as a distant gun proclaims his 
 
224 APPENDIX. 
 
 return mark the ship as it dashes through the 
 waves and nears the shore behold him stand 
 ing there upon the deck the same calm, intre 
 pid, noble heart his clear, quick eye runs 
 along the shore, and fills with the light which 
 flashes from the bayonets of the people a mo 
 ment s pause ! and then amid the roar of can 
 non, the fluttering of a thousand flags, the 
 pealing of the cathedral bells the triumphant 
 felon sets his foot once more upon his native 
 soil hailed, and blessed, and worshipped as 
 the first citizen of our free and sovereign state ! 
 
SPEECH 
 
 ON AMERICAN BENEVOLENCE IRISH 
 GRATITUDE. 
 
 ME. CHAIRMAN AND GENTLEMEN I almost hes 
 itate to thank you for the high honor you have 
 conferred upon nie, in requesting me to speak 
 to the health of the Ladies of America, for, in 
 doing so, you have imposed upon me a very se 
 rious task. This I sincerely feel. 
 
 Not, indeed, that this toast is suggestive of 
 no inspiring incidents, but that the character of 
 this assembly is such as to induce the fear, that 
 I may clash with the opinions of some who are 
 present here this evening, in giving full expres 
 sion to the feelings which the sentiment inspires. 
 
 In this assembly, every political school has its 
 teachers every creed has its adherents and I 
 may safely say, that this banquet is the tribute 
 of united Ireland to the representative of Amer 
 ican benevolence. 
 
226 APPENDIX. 
 
 Being such, I am at once reminded of the 
 dinner which took place after the battle of Sar 
 atoga, at which Gates and Burgoyne the rival 
 soldiers sat together. 
 
 Strange scene ! Ireland, the beaten and the 
 bankrupt, entertains America, the victorious and 
 the prosperous ! 
 
 Stranger still ! The flag of the Victor deco 
 rates this hall decorates our harbor not, in 
 deed, in triumph, but in sympathy not to com 
 memorate the defeat, but to predict the resur 
 rection, of a fallen people ! 
 
 One thing is certain we are sincere upon 
 this occasion. There is truth in this compli 
 ment. For the first time in her career, Ireland 
 has reason to be grateful to a foreign power. 
 
 Foreign power, sir ! Why should I designate 
 that country a "foreign power," which has 
 proved itself our sister country ? 
 
 England, they sometimes say, is our sister 
 country. We deny the relationship we dis 
 card it. We claim America as our sister, and 
 claiming her as such, we have assembled here 
 this night. 
 
 Should a stranger, viewing this brilliant 
 scene, inquire of me, why it is that, amid the 
 desolation of this day whilst famine is in the 
 
APPENDIX. 227 
 
 land whilst the hearse plumes darken the sum 
 mer scenery of the island whilst death sows 
 his harvest, and the earth teems not with the 
 seeds of life, but with the seeds of corruption 
 should he inquire of me, why it is, that, amid 
 this desolation, we hold high festival, hang out 
 our banners, and thus carouse I should reply, 
 " Sir, the citizens of Dublin have met to pay a 
 compliment to a plain citizen of America, which 
 they would not pay no, not for all the gold in 
 Yenice to the minister of England." 
 
 Pursuing his inquiries, should he ask, why is 
 this? I should reply, " Sir, there is a country 
 lying beneath that crimson canopy on which we 
 gaze in these bright evenings a country exult 
 ing in a vigorous and victorious youth a coun 
 try with which we are incorporated by no Union 
 Act a country from which we are separated, 
 not by a little channel, but by a mighty ocean 
 and this distant country, finding that our island, 
 after an affiliation for centuries with the most 
 opulent kingdom on earth, has been plunged 
 into the deepest excesses of destitution and 
 disease and believing that those fine ships 
 which, a few years since, were the avenging an 
 gels of freedom, and guarded its domain with a 
 sword of fire, might be intrusted with a kindlier 
 
228 APPENDIX. 
 
 mission, and be the messengers of life as they 
 had been the messengers of death guided not 
 by the principles of political economy, but im 
 pelled by the holiest passions of humanity 
 this young nation has come to our rescue, and 
 thus we behold the eagle which, by the banks 
 of the Delaware, scared away the spoiler from 
 its offspring we behold this eagle speeding 
 across the wave, to chase from the shores of Old 
 Dunleary the vulture of the Famine. 
 
 Sir, it is not that this is an assembly in which 
 all religious sects and political schools associate 
 it is not that this is a festive occasion in 
 which we forget our differences, and mingle our 
 sympathies for a common country it is not for 
 these reasons that this assembly is so pleasing 
 to me. 
 
 I do not urge my opinions upon any one. I 
 speak them freely, it is true, but I trust without 
 offence. But I tell you, gentlemen, this assem 
 bly is pleasing to me, because it is instructive. 
 
 Sir, in the presence of the American citizens, 
 we are reminded by what means a nation may 
 cease to be poor, and how it may become great. 
 In the presence of the American citizens, we 
 are taught, that a nation achieving its liberty 
 acquires the power that enables it to be a 
 
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 benefactor to the distressed communities of tho 
 earth. 
 
 If the right of taxation had not been legally 
 disputed in the village of Lexington if the 
 Stamp Act had not been constitutionally re 
 pealed on the plains of Saratoga America 
 would not now possess the wealth out of which 
 she relieves the indigence of Ireland. 
 
 The toast, moreover, to which you have in 
 vited me to speak, dictates a noble lesson to 
 this country. The ladies of America refused to 
 wear English manufacture. The ladies of 
 America refused to drink the tea that came 
 taxed from England. If you honor these illus 
 trious ladies, imitate their virtue, and be their 
 rivals in heroic citizenship. 
 
 If their example be imitated here, I think the 
 day will come when the Irish flag will be hailed 
 in the port of Boston. But if, in the vicissi 
 tudes to which all nations are exposed, danger 
 should fall upon the great Eepublic, and if the 
 choice be made to us to desert or befriend the 
 land of Washington and Franklin, I, for one, 
 will prefer to be grateful to the Samaritan, 
 rather than be loyal to the Levite. 
 
SPEECH 
 
 AT THE MITCHEL BANQUET IN THE 
 BROADWAY THEATRE, NEW YORK, 
 JANUARY, 1854. 
 
 I WAS one evening on the Ohio an evening 
 I shall not easily forget. The river had been 
 swollen with recent rains. The current was 
 passing quickly, but with the placidity which 
 reminded one of the old proverb, that " smooth 
 water runs deep." It was early in May. The 
 sky was pale. Thin clouds, with softened out 
 line and mingling gently with one another, were 
 moving towards the north. There was some 
 thing in the air which, if not vivifying if not 
 genial was quieting. It was such an evening 
 that good hearts might have been touched with 
 great tenderness, if not with mournfulness. 
 Not with the mournfulness which comes from 
 anguish and pervades our nature as if with the 
 faint pulsation of a subsiding struggle, but with 
 that mournfulness which accompanies the recol- 
 
APPENDIX. 231 
 
 lection of home, and is tempered and sweetened, 
 and lit up with the love of old scenes and faces, 
 and the hope of seeing them once more. From 
 the various incidents that were going on in the 
 boat about rne, and the varying features of the 
 scene through which we were gliding, I turned 
 to one object, which, far more forcibly than the 
 rest, attracted my attention. It was a sycamore 
 tree a noble-looking tree noble in its propor 
 tions, noble in its profusion, noble in its promise. 
 And the birds were in it, on its topmost branch 
 es, striking out their light wings, and uttering 
 their quick notes of joy. Oh ! with what a 
 sweet trill came forth the liquid song from that 
 waving, sparkling foliage ; and how confident 
 it made the looker-on, that the tree from which 
 it gushed in a hundred mingling streams would 
 stand, and flourish, and put forth its beauty, and 
 rejoice in the fragrant breath of the summer, 
 and stoutly defy the shock of the winter for 
 many years to come ! It was a dream. I 
 looked downwards the roots were stripped. 
 The earth had been loosened from them, and 
 they glistened like bones whitened, as they 
 were, with the water which tumbled through 
 them, and about them, and over them. One 
 hold alone it seemed to have. But the sleep- 
 
232 APPENDIX. 
 
 less element was busy upon that. Even whilst 
 I looked, the mould slipped in flakes from the 
 solitary stay which held the tree erect. And 
 there it stood full of vigor, full of beauty, full 
 of festive life, full of promise, with the grave, 
 perhaps a fathom deep, opened at its feet. The 
 next flood and the last link must give ! And 
 down must come that lord of the forest, with 
 all his honors, with all his strength, with all his 
 mirth ; and the remorseless river shall toss him 
 to the thick slime, and then fling him up again, 
 tearing his tangled finery, and bruising and 
 breaking his proud limbs until, two thousand 
 miles below, on some stagnant swamp, tired of 
 the dead prey, the wild pursuer, chafed and 
 foaming from the chase, shall cast a shapeless 
 log ashore. " Such shall be the fate," I said, 
 "of the European kings!" It is now summer 
 with them. The sunbeams gild the domes in 
 their palaces. The helmets, with the crimson 
 manes, burn along those white lines, within 
 which legions, countless as those of Xerxes, are 
 encamped. Prayers are going on in a pavilion 
 on the field. It is the camp near Olmutz. The 
 golden lamps, and cross, and vases of the vo 
 tive altar, fill the air, like the branch of Aver- 
 nus, with a yellow lustre ; and the silver trum- 
 
APPENDIX. 233 
 
 pets, sounding the thanksgiving, flash their 
 shadows on the purple curtains of the chapel. 
 Elsewhere I believe in Paris bridal feasts are 
 going on ; old cathedrals shake from vault to 
 belfry with swelling organs, and surging choirs, 
 and rolling drums, and clanging chimes ; and 
 the sun, streaming through the painted win 
 dows, mingles its rays with the perfumed smoke 
 of thuribles, and the colored haze of embroi 
 dered copes and chasubles, and pennons of silk, 
 and flowers fresh with luscious fragrance. Beau 
 ty is clustered there in snowy vesture ; and the 
 princes and warriors of the cities, bearded and 
 plumed, are harnessed for the field ; and there 
 are senators, and councillors of state, and grand 
 almoners, and doctors of the law, and ministers 
 of police, and other functionaries, assembled 
 there likewise, in holiday costume. The market 
 places, and the public squares, and all the pub 
 lic offices, are decked out with floral wreaths, 
 and painted shields and pendent flags. And 
 there are gay processions through the streets ; 
 and market choruses ; and barges with carved 
 and gilded prows, and silken awnings fringed 
 and tasselled richly, and all laden with revelry, 
 gliding up and down the river. The sun goes 
 down, yet the sky is bright brighter than at 
 
234 APPENDIX. 
 
 noon. There is a broad avenue, walled on 
 either side and arched with fire. There are 
 fountains of fire, pillars of fire, temples of fire 
 " temples of immortality" they call them- 
 arches of fire, pyramids of fire. The fable of 
 the Phoenix is more than realized. Above that 
 mass and maze of flame, an eagle, feathered 
 with flames, spreads his gigantic wings, and 
 mounts and expands, until tower, and dome, and 
 obelisk are spanned. Visions of Arabian nights 
 visit the earth again. The wealth and wonders 
 of Nineveh are disentombed. The festival costs 
 one million six hundred thousand francs. All 
 done to order. It is summer with the kings. 
 Aye ! summer with the kings. Bright leaves 
 upon the tree, and life and song amongst them ; 
 but death is at the root. The next flood, and 
 the proud lord of the forest shall be uprooted, 
 and the waters shall tear him away, and when 
 they have stripped him of his finery, they shall 
 fling him in upon the swamp to rot. Such 
 shall be the fate of the European kings Eu 
 ropean aristocrats European despotisms. Who 
 will lament it ? Who would avert it ? Let us 
 see them, and what they have to say. They 
 will lament it, and they would strive to avert it 
 who say that " order is to be maintained." As- 
 
APPENDIX. 235 
 
 cribing, thereby, to absolutism the credit of 
 preserving order, and to republicanism imputing 
 the iniquity of its violation. To republicanism 
 imputing its violation! For as the word "or 
 der" with them does signify, in truth, the con 
 servation of aristocratic and egotistic power, in 
 like manner the word " republicanism" is used 
 by them to denote the subversion of society, 
 morality, the arts of peace, all the precepts of 
 religion, all the excellences, proprieties, and 
 felicities of life. Order ! Republicanism ! They 
 use the one to expound their paradise they 
 use the other to express the confusion, dark 
 ness, and agonies of the abyss. " Even so," 
 said they in the Convention, " did the Tarquins 
 call the Senate of Rome an assembly of brig 
 ands. Even so did the vassals of Porsenna 
 regard Scsevola as a madman. Thus, according 
 to the manifestoes of Xerxes, did Aristides 
 plunder the treasury of Greece. Thus did Oc- 
 tavius and Antony ordain with their hands 
 full of spoils and dyed with blood that they 
 alone should be deemed clement alone just 
 alone virtuous." 
 
 To resume Order must be maintained ! Ab 
 solutism is order. Republicanism is chaos. So 
 says the dictionary, published by royal appro- 
 
236 APPENDIX. 
 
 bation, at Paris and Vienna the corrected edi 
 tion, with a new preface, by a late prisoner at 
 Ham. It is compiled from the Greek version of 
 the Bible, the original being for many years in 
 the possession of the devout schismatic of Rus 
 sia. Order must be maintained ! The streets 
 swept with lancers in white cloaks. The press 
 set to work in manacles. The key of the public 
 treasury given to a desperate spendthrift. The 
 men who will not break their oaths must be 
 shipped off to swamps teeming with pestilence. 
 The men who will not surrender the charter 
 they have sworn to defend, must be lashed to 
 gether and shot down in bales. A swarm of 
 spies must be let loose, like locusts, through the 
 land. There must be a thief, with a note-book, 
 commissioned to every house. The national 
 sovereignty was not inviolable. Neither shall 
 the household gods, with their traditional sanc 
 tities, love-gifts, and worship. Menace, terrify, 
 paralyze the people, and, with a soldier at the 
 ballot-box, call upon them to exercise the fran 
 chise. Legitimize infamy. Proscribe posteri 
 ty. Pronounce that it shall be born dumb. 
 Erect a throne on the suffrage of seven millions. 
 Boast that it is erected by the people ; and 
 then, to prove your magnanimous submission to 
 
APPENDIX. 237 
 
 the national will how dutifully you respect, 
 how profoundly you reverence, how sincerely 
 you regard it as the source of all legitimate au 
 thority declare that it shall speak, that it shall 
 act no more. 
 
 Nominate the inheritors to the throne. Cir 
 cumscribe, arrest, annihilate the power to which 
 you refer your crown and sceptre, by willing, 
 declaring, and enacting that the gorgeous fur 
 niture, title, and trappings shall be irrevocable, 
 and to your furthest heirs transmissible. Do 
 this. Do it boldly. Do it without pause. Do 
 it without scruple. Doit without mercy for the 
 living, without any decency for the dead heed 
 less of the past, indifferent to the future de 
 spite the oath that binds you reckless of the 
 God who watches you ! Do it ! Do it with the 
 hardened heart and the savage arm ! Do it ! 
 Order must be maintained ! Order ! There is 
 order in the hospital ; there is order in the poor- 
 house ; there is order in the jail. Order ! There 
 is order in the mine, where men, and women, 
 and children drudge like cattle where the 
 breath of morning never comes, and the sun 
 shall never shine. Order ! There is order in 
 the vaults, where the dead have been stored, 
 and the terrible silence is broken only by the 
 
238 APPENDIX. 
 
 scrambling of the vermin, or the thick moisture 
 trickling down the arches on the coffin-lids and 
 pavement. Order ! There is order in the des 
 ert, where no brown brook tumbles, and no ver 
 dure drinks the dew at sunset. Out upon such 
 order. It is insensibility, decay, desolation. It 
 is sterility stagnation death. Life is to be a 
 labor life is to be a struggle life is to be a 
 warfare. Such the necessity of man such the 
 ordination of Providence. In the material 
 world in that world which men call inanimate 
 the operation of this law to the least thought 
 ful is ever visible. Behold the forest ! it never 
 slumbers ; each day chronicles within it a fresh 
 growth. Behold the sea ! it is in motion ever ; 
 if it ebbs, it flows again, replenishing the waste 
 from which for an interval it retired. And thus 
 it is, and has been, and must be, with the vitality 
 of nations ever active, recuperative, progres 
 sive. Such the law. Where this law is in force 
 there is health and beauty, and great glory, and 
 vast advantages. Where the law is checked, 
 there is decrepitude, decay, bitterness, imbecili 
 ty, corruption. Look to Austria look to Amer 
 ica. Look to Italy look to America. Look to 
 Eussia, with her territory, traditions, fanati 
 cisms, millions. Place her beside America. 
 
APPENDIX. 239 
 
 "Who will have the temerity to say she stands 
 the competition ? And why ? Because the vi 
 tality of the one is the vitality of freedom. Be 
 cause the vitality of the other is no more than 
 that with which an enormous mechanism may 
 be cunningly endowed. The one is the original 
 soul ; the other but the temporary impulse. I 
 shall not go into history to substantiate these 
 views. When a nation is free, the nation is ac 
 tive, adventurous, occupied with great projects, 
 competent to achieve great ends. When a na 
 tion is enslaved, she is spiritless, inert, and 
 sluggish ; is stirred by no proud conception ; 
 her strength enervated, she is unequal to an in 
 dustrious career. The most prosperous days 
 which nations have enjoyed have been those in 
 which their freedom was most conspicuous. 
 More than this : the consciousness of freedom 
 endued them with a vigor which not only re 
 pelled but appalled their enemies. Prussia, 
 when it was less than Portugal in population, 
 encountered successfully the greatest of the Eu 
 ropean powers. Holland, with an area of a few 
 thousand square miles only, and resources in 
 proportion, bore up against the empire of Spain 
 when Spain had at her command the mines of 
 the New World and the chivalry of the Old. 
 
240 APPENDIX. 
 
 Switzerland, without a colony, without an ally, 
 without a gun upon the seas, stands secure in 
 the midst of foes a citadel of freedom impreg 
 nable as the Alps. Carthage reckoned more 
 years than the Macedonian States ; Venice had 
 a longer pedigree than kingly France. 
 
 Where, in such a condition of life, are the 
 activities of the mind, the grand passions of the 
 heart, the adventurous purposes of the soul? 
 Where, as we find them here, are the noble 
 sympathies which link one nation to another 
 link them together in adversity, in victory, in 
 affluence, in ruin, in martyrdom, in conquest? 
 Where the expansive fire of intellect, which, 
 fed by the sages and poets, by the sculptors and 
 painters and statesmen of the old republics, 
 mounts to meet the beams of the sun, and, made 
 glorious by the contact, distributes and commu 
 nicates itself to other lands dispelling the 
 shades of night, and quickening the spirits of 
 those that are in captivity, and the darkness of 
 bondage ? Where, as we find it here, is the in 
 trepid spirit which penetrates, reclaims, and 
 populates the wilderness ; by which the valley 
 is filled, and every mountain and hill brought 
 low, and the crooked is made straight, and the 
 rough ways made smooth ; before which the 
 
APPENDIX. 241 
 
 reptile and the wild-man recede ; in whose 
 breath the golden grain multiplies ; where the 
 hawk, and the sour .weed, and the bittern have 
 been ; at whose touch cities, wealthier than 
 those the gates of which were of bronze, spring 
 up ; at whose mandates fleets whiten the wil 
 derness of ocean, bury the harpoon in the snows 
 of the north ; gather the fruits and shells of the 
 coral islands, outstrip in capacity and speed the 
 ships of the oldest commonwealths, knock at 
 the gates of the Amazon and demand admit 
 tance, through regions of untold wealth, to the 
 rampart of the Andes ; threaten the wooden 
 walls of Austria, and from the muzzle of their 
 murderous gun rescues the forlorn worshipper 
 of freedom ; and, at last, consummate the mag 
 nificent design of the Genoese breaking the 
 mystic seal which has so long shut out the world 
 from that empire which, we are told, is fragrant 
 with the camphor, the cedar, and the laurel 
 than which China has not been so inscrutable 
 nor India more opulent, nor Athens better 
 skilled in the gentler sciences and arts ? 
 11 
 
LECTURES IN CALIFORNIA. 
 
 : 5 \ 
 
 ON the 24tli of January, 1864, Meagher de 
 livered the following splendid and learned lec 
 ture in the Music Hall at San Francisco : 
 
 " Previous to my entering on that course of 
 lectures which I propose delivering in your city, 
 a few introductory words may not be out of 
 season. I am the more inclined to speak them, 
 since the welcome you have given me has been 
 so cordial, and the interest evinced in my regard 
 has been so earnest. 
 
 " To the coldest stranger, such words might 
 be spoken with propriety and effect. Where 
 there are more friends than strangers round 
 me, the propriety of my doing so becomes the 
 more obvious ; and the effect, I anticipate, will 
 be to knit more closely those ties which your 
 hospitable spirit has so brightly woven, and 
 
APPENDIX. 243 
 
 which, like golden chords vibrating with genial 
 melodies in a social circle, unite us at this mo 
 ment. 
 
 " Of that course of events to which my pres 
 ence here this evening may be in the main as 
 cribed, by most people in this Republic the 
 narrative has been read. On this account, it is 
 unnecessary for me to recite it here. Besides, 
 it is in great part a gloomy one, and the recital 
 of it would be more likely to excite painful than 
 pleasurable emotions. Let it be a sealed book, 
 until some glowing hand, pulsating with a de 
 light almost delirious, shall open it to write 
 therein, and at the foot of the last page, the 
 imperishable word of FREEDOM ! 
 
 "In connection with it, however, let it suffice 
 for me to say, that, with others who shared a 
 common hope, calamity, and peril, I have been 
 cast from a wreck upon these shores, and here, 
 in this broad domain consecrated unto liberty 
 with all the rites and sacrifices of a holy war, 
 have I set down my household gods, and laid in 
 hope the foundations of my future home. 
 
 " It could not be expected that, from out of 
 such vicissitudes ; having had to conspire 
 against, to confront, and take issue with a for 
 midable government ; having had to undergo, 
 
244 APPENDIX. 
 
 for four years, a dull, a deadening, an exhaust 
 ing isolation from all the scenes, pursuits, and 
 duties of society ; having had to beat through 
 the waves and winds of the two great oceans, 
 and, through strange climes and visions, to gain 
 this upper world, and clasp old friends, and 
 breathe the vivifying air once more ; it could 
 not be expected that from out of such vicissi 
 tudes I could emerge in a condition anywise 
 more prosperous than that in which most men 
 find themselves at last, who have been cast 
 adrift on the sea of life, and been made the 
 sport of fortune. "Which being so, nothing re 
 mained for me but to set to work, and, so far as 
 my brains could creditably serve me, to do the 
 best. 
 
 " Hence I made up, with what materials my 
 experience had gathered, and my memory re 
 tained, and with what workmanship it was in 
 my capacity to bestow upon them, a box of tri 
 fling wares, and brought them with me into the 
 country, there to sell them to the best advan 
 tage. This is the whole truth, and nothing but 
 the truth. 
 
 " Hence it is that I am here this night, in the 
 land that is sown with gold ; a land which in 
 my dreams I often thought might have been 
 
APPENDIX. 245 
 
 once the site of cities like those of Tyre, and 
 Nineveh, and Tarsus ; cities whose people were 
 clothed in purple, and whose temples were in 
 laid with the cedar, the amethyst, and pearl ; 
 and that, having been buried, and the rugged 
 growth of centuries having covered them, and 
 their remains having slept for generations in 
 desolation, you were conducted here, and were 
 busy disinterring the fragments of palatial pil 
 lars, and broken sceptres, and the diadems of 
 kings, and pieces of glittering armor, and pieces 
 of chariots that had flashed in the sun through 
 crowded streets, and cymbals that had sounded, 
 and sacred fountains that had played their sil 
 ver showers, and chalices that had shone 
 through the dusky silence of majestic shrines 
 dreamt often that you were busy disinterring 
 here the vestiges of a gorgeous creation, which 
 a deluge of fire had sunk in shapeless ruin and 
 inscrutable oblivion. 
 
 " But even if the necessity of my disposing of 
 these wares these lectures had been less ur 
 gent, I do not think that it would have been 
 less pardonable in me to make whatever use 
 which, to a just extent were possible, of the 
 faculties I may possess through the goodness 
 of Heaven, and which, inconsiderable as they 
 
246 APPENDIX. 
 
 may be, were given, as all things on this earth 
 are given, to promote some useful purpose. 
 
 " In this Republic, no man is idle. Labor is 
 the conspicuous order, instinct, passion of the 
 day. Everywhere throughout this immense 
 community; everywhere upon this prodigious 
 territory, within which so many families, races, 
 nationalities, under a generous system of laws, 
 are indissolubly blended everywhere an irre 
 pressible vitality is evident. 
 
 " In the forests of Maine, where the white 
 flakes of the winter cling so long to the limbs 
 of the pine, and the snow so long buries the 
 green hope of the spring, and the breath of the 
 North, even when summer has come, ripples the 
 brown lake and river, and chafes the red lips of 
 the fruit, and saddens the song that would other 
 wise hail with an exquisite ecstasy the birth of 
 the flowers even there that quick vitality is 
 evident. 
 
 " In the lowlands of Louisiana, where death 
 accumulates his poison at the root of the sugar 
 cane, and the waters of the Mississippi devas 
 tate, in sudden inundations, the rich fields for 
 miles, and the homesteads of the farmer, and 
 the gardens of the planter, and the hot sun, 
 
APPENDIX. 247 
 
 whilst it generates those luscious clusters of 
 vine and foliage, deadens our whole being with 
 so deep a languor there, too, that vitality is 
 evident. 
 
 " In every quarter no matter what the soil, 
 no matter what the climate, no matter what the 
 discouragement may be a vigorous and ex- 
 haustless industry is visible. What it has 
 achieved, need not be here described. "What it 
 is yet destined to achieve, I shall not venture to 
 predict. Let that devolve upon one of the 
 statesmen of the commonwealth to do. 
 
 " For me, it is enough to say, that, sharing in 
 some degree this active spirit ; inhaling it, as I 
 do, the free air which lifts the folds of your in 
 violable flag ; strengthened, exhilarated, stimu 
 lated by it, as I am by that consciousness of 
 freedom, which touches, penetrates, gladdens, 
 vivifies, endows with courage, and with a robust 
 manhood invests, all those who settle here, and 
 to citizenship aspire ; I have long since resolved 
 to throw myself amongst the laborers ; and de 
 voting myself to the business for which I felt 
 myself best fitted, to contribute my portion to 
 that aggregate of enterprises and resufts, which, 
 even in her infancy, encompasses this empire 
 
248 APPENDIX. 
 
 with so much opulence, and brings her out so 
 prominently before the jealous audience of her 
 contemporaries. 
 
 " It matters little, if it matters anything, 
 what his influence may be the man who idles 
 here is regarded as an outcast. In other coun 
 tries in countries where a territorial aristocra 
 cy preponderate, and the working-classes con 
 stitute little more than a servile power, by which 
 the state is nourished, but which the state 
 ignores; in such-like countries a man may wash 
 his hands in costly kalydors, and from the dust 
 and scars of labor, keep them, without reproof, 
 immaculate. But here such exemptions, such 
 conceits, such royalties, are at a discount. 
 Here Labor is Nobility here Democracy is 
 sovereignty. 
 
 " It is not the social aspect, but the intrinsic 
 worth, which here obtains. It is not the con 
 dition of life, but the integrity and zeal with 
 which life is made conducive to high ends, that 
 here invite respect, win honor, command obedi 
 ence. It is the brain, and not the head-piece 
 which covers it, that attracts and governs. It 
 is the heart, and not the vest, the blouse, the 
 flowing robe which hides it, that girdles itself 
 with praises and with benedictions. It is not 
 
APPENDIX. 2 49 
 
 the gilding nor the drapery ; nor yet its posi 
 tion in the temple, the saloon, the senate-house, 
 which gather the multitude to the statue of the 
 noted citizen ; kindle them into rapture as they 
 gaze upon it ; and evoke, in presence of it, their 
 anthems, their love, and reverence. It is the 
 memory of good deeds done, clinging like a 
 perfume to it ; the achievements of which it is 
 the monument ; the immortal spirit which 
 speaks from the marble, and plays in subtle 
 sunlight on the consecrated brow. Behold 
 here the spirit which actuates the Republic ; 
 which through every portion of it distributes an 
 activity so healthful, so adventurous, so intre 
 pid ; which into such magnitude develops its 
 proportions ; and, even before they have been 
 matured, illuminates its features with so bold a 
 beauty ! 
 
 " This activity, of which I have spoken, takes 
 different shapes; manifests itself in various 
 ways ; in a variety of results makes itself more 
 or less conspicuously known ; susceptible of 
 positive interpretation ; worthy, in most in 
 stances, of the most creditable and joyful re 
 cognition. 
 
 " Some men build ships, which outstrip the 
 swiftest messengers of the old world ; and 
 
250 APPENDIX. 
 
 through, the lightnings, and the waves, and the 
 winds ; and from islands sparkling with colored 
 shells and fragrant with the gourd and bread 
 fruit ; or from coasts inlaid with ivory and em 
 balmed with spices, but girt with deadly vapor; 
 or from colossal cities whose age is made 
 glorious with the traditions of the past and the 
 conquests of modern science ; guide their home 
 ward flight to these shores bearing in their 
 broad bosoms burdens richer than the Spanish 
 galleon or the Venetian argosy, in the plenitude 
 of their prowess, ever before. These are the 
 merchants of the Republic ! 
 
 " Other men, axe in hand, cut their way 
 through forests, where the tread of human foot 
 never before has startled the reptile from his 
 sleep amongst the thick shrubs and the dead 
 and matted branches, and where unknown birds 
 have for ages built their dusky nests in the 
 depths of the impenetrable darkness ; and these 
 brave men level the gaunt pillars of the forest, 
 and let in upon the stagnant soil the vivifying 
 light, and the sweet dews that trickle from the 
 stars ; and they breast the river, from which 
 none save the red-man and his wild kindred of 
 the plain and thicket have drunk before ; and 
 from crag to crag they climb, until they scare 
 
APPENDIX. 251 
 
 the eagle from the topmost peak ; and from 
 thence look down and out, far and wide, into a 
 land of promise, through the shadowy valleys 
 and glittering plains of which, deep waters, as 
 they roll, reflect the clouds of a milder sky, and 
 the dim coast-line of which, in the haze through 
 which they look, sparkles with the rising and 
 falling waves of an ocean they call the great 
 Pacific. These are the pioneers of the Re 
 public ! 
 
 " Other men, again, spread their tents in 
 pleasant places, where the rough work has been 
 done before them ; the ground cleared ; the 
 swamp drained ; the scrub thinned ; the rock 
 uprooted ; the ponderous trunk laid low ; and 
 there they feed the fresh earth with the yellow 
 seed, and bid it conceive and bring forth fruit a 
 hundred- fold ; and there they plant and dress 
 the vine ; and there they set down the hive, and 
 with liquid violet, and thyme, and saffron-cups, 
 invite the bees to swarm ; and the green marsh 
 es, and soft slopes, and the shaded hills are fra 
 grant with the breath and musical with the bells 
 of gentle ramblers. Behold the simple children 
 of the Republic ! Men like those who dwelt 
 amongst the Arcadian oaks, or drank the nectar 
 of Hymettus, or fed on herbs amongst the 
 
252 APPENDIX. 
 
 rough fleeces on the summits of Lycseus, or 
 those who, near the plains of Enna, dyed the 
 fountain with the blood of oxen, and lit their 
 torches in honor of the daughter of Yesta ! 
 
 " To those who betake themselves to the 
 study of the laws and constitution of the Re 
 public ; who, through patient search and vigil 
 long, make themselves familiar with the history 
 of the country, expert in estimating its re 
 sources, calculating its expansive force, and 
 predicting what the progress, the acquisition, 
 the future of the commonwealth will be to such 
 men, I need not, in this place, at this time, 
 allude. It is known, wherever the name of 
 America has been syllabled, that such men, in 
 goodly profusion, have been here that such 
 men still exist, improve, and multiply. The old 
 world, in her darkest hours, has been consoled, 
 enlightened, and encouraged by them. Her 
 young sons have heard their precepts, and been 
 instructed. They have heard their instigations, 
 and in the struggle for the right have been in 
 cited. They have caught their lofty intonations, 
 and even in defeat have been inspired. From 
 their captivity and ruins, the children of Europe 
 have beheld the glory of these names mingling 
 with the effulgence which mounted from the 
 
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 prosperous cities in which your great orators 
 and statesmen dwelt, and though sinking under 
 the most galling calamities which all that is 
 most remorseless in human nature can inflict 
 they, through their prison bars beholding it, 
 have been upheld by the sight of the growing 
 constellation in the western sky ; and yet, and 
 yet again ! their faith in the redemption of hu 
 manity has been sustained. A little while, and 
 I may revert to them ; for their labors and their 
 triumphs illustrate the theme on which, this 
 evening, I have thought it fitting I should 
 speak. 
 
 " But there is another class of workmen in 
 the Republic, to whom it is proper I should 
 make an immediate reference ; for, without being 
 guilty of much conceit, I may rank myself 
 amongst them ; and, in speaking of them, I 
 explain my own purpose and position. These 
 are the public lecturers. 
 
 " Chateaubriand, writing in his Memoirs of his 
 visit to America, when George Washington was 
 President, and lived in Philadelphia, in a small 
 house with all the simplicity of an ancient 
 Roman, and where he showed the distinguished 
 French nobleman a key taken from the Bastile, 
 Chateaubriand, writing about this visit of his, 
 
254 APPENDIX. 
 
 and mentioning these incidents, observes, that 
 * strangers need not look in the United States 
 for that which especially distinguishes man from 
 the other beings in creation, and which consti 
 tutes his highest glory, and the ornament of his 
 days. The American (he continues) has substi- 
 tuded the practical art for intellectual culture. 
 Thrown from different causes upon a desert soil, 
 agriculture and commerce have necessarily en 
 gaged his whole attention. Before cultivating 
 the taste (he concludes), it was necessary to pro 
 vide sustenance for the body ; before planting 
 trees, it was necessary to cut them down, in 
 order to clear the ground for tillage. 
 
 " Whether the accuracy of these remarks may 
 be confirmed or disputed, it is, just now, beside 
 the question to inquire. In any case, I do not 
 consider myself competent to determine. But 
 whatever may have been the progress of 
 America in the higher departments of intel 
 lectual culture at the period to which M. de 
 Chateaubriand refers there can be no second 
 opinion regarding the success of the Eepublic, 
 in those same departments during the last half- 
 century. 
 
 "That success has been rapid, regular, brilliant. 
 In a little time it has covered a great space. 
 
APPENDIX. 255 
 
 With few hands to rear it, the imperishable 
 monument of the mind has ascended, until now 
 the light which plays upon the summit is visible 
 from the furthest shore. 
 
 " Some great orator of the Republic might here 
 enumerate the names which, in characters of in 
 effable splendor, are registered upon that shaft. 
 It would be a theme for such a tongue as that 
 which has grown cold in the clay of Marshfield. 
 In a tone not less lofty, perhaps, than that in 
 which, as he stood at the base of that mighty 
 obelisk on Bunker Hill, he called forth the first 
 martyrs of the Revolution and placed an immor 
 tal crown on the bleeding head of each, might 
 he, if breathing on the earth this day, enume 
 rate the scholars, who in the varied walks of 
 learning profane and sacred eloquence, the 
 more subtle sciences, the study of mechanics, 
 in the pulpit, on the stage, searching the 
 heavens for the story of the planets, or master 
 ing the law and method of the winds have 
 conquered for the Republic a glory not less 
 luminous than that which consecrates the torn 
 and withered relics of her wars, plays upon the 
 white wings of her commerce, and compensates 
 her sons as they explore the wilderness and sub 
 jugate the wildness of nature. 
 
256 APPENDIX. 
 
 " Chateaubriand beheld the Republic, when, 
 like the suckling of Alcmena, it had killed the 
 serpents in its cradle. Before he died, the 
 strong child had sprung into the noblest atti 
 tude and proportions. He had achieved the 
 measure of the twelve labors. 
 
 " He had not only strangled a lion, terrible 
 as the Nemean : he had freed from the multi 
 plied plagues swamps not less deadly than 
 those of Lerna ; he had tamed the savage chil 
 dren that swept the boundless plain fiery, 
 swift, and sanguinary as the steeds of Dioinedes. 
 In coming here here to those yellow sands 
 he had made himself master of a treasure more 
 costly than the golden fruitage of the Hesper- 
 ides. But like another divinity of the ancient 
 times, he rests in his winged chariot, now that 
 all these victories have been accomplished, 
 graspipg a burning torch it is the torch of 
 Liberty ! and on his forehead wearing a re 
 splendent star the Hyperion star of Genius! 
 So stands the Republic at this day ! Citizens ! 
 behold your country in the plenitude of her 
 glory ! 
 
 " In the presence of history, I shall not assert 
 that the achievements of the Republic in the 
 fields of literature and science transcend those 
 
APPENDIX. 257 
 
 that are set down to the credit of older nations. 
 On this subject I shall not offend the good 
 sense of the community with any inordinate 
 assumption. I shall not say that the Kepublic 
 has done more through the cultivated intellect 
 of her sons and daughters, than England has 
 done more than Spain has done more than 
 Italy has accomplished more than old Ger 
 many, with her deep thought, her intense logic, 
 her high-toned sympathies, and the prodigious 
 resources of her language, has with such stately 
 grandeur and serenity achieved. 
 
 " These countries, all of them, have gray 
 hairs. The green garlands that bind them have 
 been the growth of many a prosperous summer. 
 The pedestals on which the veteran monarchs 
 stand have been the workmanship of genera 
 tions. But the elders have listened to the 
 youngest of the nations. Their hearts have 
 been stirred with the fresh harmonies of the 
 voice speaking to them from the shores of the 
 New World. Their faces have shone with the 
 light which fell upon them from that column, 
 glowing with great names and memories, of 
 which we have just spoken. 
 
 " There is Cooper, whose tales of the red-men, 
 
258 APPENDIX. 
 
 and the pioneers, and the soldiers of the Ee vo 
 lution, and the seamen who dashed your flag in 
 through the rocks and breakers of the English 
 coast, and cut it out again as gallantly, have 
 been read as widely as the border lyrics and 
 romances of the Laird of Abbotsforcl. There 
 is the faithful memorialist of Kip Van Winkle 
 the kindly chronicler of the legends of the 
 Sleepy Hollow the historian of Columbus 
 the author of Astoria whose utterances, in a 
 common language, are as sweet as those of 
 Goldsmith, and whose pictures of the Alhambra 
 are glowing with the colors and sombre with the 
 shadows of the adventures, the times, and 
 architecture they perpetuate. There is Pres- 
 cott, Bancroft, Bryant, Emerson a multitudi 
 nous litany of bright names ! 
 
 "But it is not possible to enumerate them 
 all. The range of my excursion is too limited 
 for me to light upon all those flowers, all those 
 trees, all those mountains, which springing, 
 blossoming, towering into the azure light, have 
 diversified the face of your broad histor} , 
 beautified its aspect, drunk the ambrosial dews, 
 caught the resplendent hues, and over seas, and 
 streams, and islands, and crowded cities, and 
 colossal continents, have diffused the tints, 
 
APPENDIX. 259 
 
 the perfumes, the quickening influences of a 
 higher, a purer, a more effulgent, a diviner 
 region. 
 
 " I am not speaking in detail ; am not speak 
 ing with the analytical minuteness of a botanist ; 
 with the categorical consecutiveness of an ap 
 praiser. I have been impressed with the grand 
 spectacle of the intellect of the country dis 
 closing itself amply, vividly, in a multiplicity of 
 forms, in a profusion of beauties, in the midst 
 of uncongenial circumstances in what might 
 be considered a primitive, or, at all events, a 
 transition state of society in the midst of great 
 solicitudes, enterprises, haste and tumult and 
 I give to you but the shadowy outline of the 
 great impression wrought upon my mind. It 
 would take a consummate artist to fill up the de 
 tails and impart the colors. 
 
 " But nobly as the intellect of this country 
 has made itself known in the higher ranges of 
 art and knowledge, and widely diffused as the 
 popular intelligence appears to be, yet, from the 
 rugged, vehement, absorbing labors in which 
 the people throughout the States are for the 
 most part engaged, the observations of M. de 
 Chateaubriand may, without any disparagement 
 to the Republic, be still considered, in some 
 
260 APPENDIX. 
 
 degree, correct and applicable. The practicable 
 pursuits, as they are generally termed and 
 understood, do supersede the intellectual cul 
 ture. It is no calumny to say so. Neither does 
 it convey an ignominious imputation. The 
 same is true of all new countries. 
 
 "It was true of Rome, when the walls of 
 Home were walls of mud, and long after the 
 summit of the Aventine was crowned with the 
 regal castle. It was true of Athens for many 
 years before her last hero sacrificed himself, to 
 realize for his country the promise of the oracle, 
 and the citizens were governed by leaders of 
 their own election. It is true of that nation, 
 which, in the lifetime of the youngest of us, has 
 been baptized in the same waters that wash 
 your sands, and which, endowed as you have 
 been, even from the moment of her birth wears a 
 golden circle, set with five stars, upon her infant 
 brow. 
 
 " Before cultivating the taste it is necessary 
 to provide for the sustenance of the body. Be 
 fore we plant the trees, writes the great French 
 man, it is necessary to cut them down in order 
 to clear the ground for tillage. When the 
 strong foundations have been set, when the 
 main walls have been raised, we may lift the 
 
APPENDIX. 261 
 
 fluted pillars of the portico, and crown the 
 structure with the frescoed architrave. First 
 accumulate the means ; then dispense and ap 
 propriate. The wagon first then the carriage. 
 The leather leggings first then, if you like, the 
 newest fashions. This is the law of progress ; 
 this the safe instinct of nations : this the prac 
 tical lesson of all history. Chateaubriand is 
 right ! 
 
 " But again, deeply as the people throughout 
 the States are immersed in business in trade, 
 agriculture, mechanism, commerce and slight 
 ly as they are enabled to addict themselves to 
 the higher occupations of the mind, there is 
 amongst them a keen appetite, an intense avid 
 ity for intellectual pleasures. Hence it is you 
 find every one in the railway-car or steamboat, 
 with the newspaper, the monthly magazine, the 
 cheap edition of the latest novel ; hence it is 
 that public speaking is so much in vogue ; hence 
 it is that this profession of public lecturing pre 
 vails to so great an extent. When the people 
 have little or no time to read for themselves, they 
 come for an hour or so to hear read out the 
 notes of those who have had the time to read, 
 and whose tastes addict them, as their faculties 
 adapt them, specially to that pursuit. 
 
262 APPENDIX. 
 
 " It was thus, perhaps, that the system of pe 
 riodical reviews arose. People who could not 
 afford, so far as either time or money were con 
 cerned, to make themselves familiar with an 
 cient, recent, or contemporaneous literature 
 with past or passing events with tlie ruins of 
 antiquity, or the discoveries, in various fields, 
 which enrich the present day found it feasible 
 and profitable to hear what men, endowed with 
 libraries and leisure, had to say, in a few pages, 
 upon such subjects. The writer in the review 
 collected, arranged, set forth in a striking light 
 and form the principal materials, excellences, or 
 defects of works, which, to be read, studied, an 
 alyzed by people generally, would entail great 
 expense, and demand from them a larger ex 
 emption from other occupations than they might 
 with facility afford. 
 
 " The lecturer differs from the reviewer in 
 this only the one prints the results of his re 
 searches the other speaks them out. The one 
 communicates himself to the public through the 
 eyes the other through the ears. It would 
 not be delicate, neither would it be easy for me 
 to determine which of the two is the better 
 mode of supplying information. Let me com 
 promise the matter since it is the age of com- 
 
APPENDIX. 263 
 
 promises and say, it is well for us to be in the 
 possession of both facilities. 
 
 " This brings me to what may not be inappro 
 priately styled the programme of my business ; 
 for I do not this evening enter upon any one 
 particular subject of the series I propose to lec 
 ture on ; but having spoken so far respecting 
 the capacity in which I here appear ; having 
 alluded to the circumstances in which my visit 
 to your city may be said, though somewhat re 
 motely, to have originated, and the circum 
 stances of the country which have legitimatized 
 the duties I have undertaken to perform ; it re 
 mains for me to indicate the events and person 
 ages, which, to the best of my knowledge and 
 ability, I desire to illustrate, and the spirit in 
 which I shall regard them. 
 
 " It is my intention, then, to give a few lec 
 tures on the lives, times, and characters of the 
 Irish orators Grattan, Curran, O Connell, 
 Shiel, and Sheridan. 
 
 " These lectures will not be criticisms I do 
 not feel myself authorized to criticize such men. 
 Conscious that I am, by many degrees, the in 
 ferior of the least of them, it would be an in 
 decorous presumption on my part to sit in 
 judgment and pronounce upon them. Had I, 
 
264 APPENDIX. 
 
 in the cause of liberty, services like theirs to 
 point to ; victories such as they achieved proud 
 ly to recount ; honors such as they won to show ; 
 even did I lack the ability to search and eluci 
 date their nature and their genius, I might be 
 pardoned the vain attempt. 
 
 " Sincerely speaking, then, I promise little. 
 Each of the proposed lectures will be confined 
 within the natural boundaries of a simple nar 
 rative. Here and there, however, reflections 
 may grow out of them, and expand beyond the 
 narrow limits. Here and there, perhaps, hopes 
 may spring up, sorrows may arise, conjectures 
 may escape, and thus the field may be diversi 
 fied, and the atmosphere about it changed and 
 colored. 
 
 " But I come to speak of those whose memo 
 ries are the inalienable inheritance of my poor 
 country, and in the possession of which even 
 though she sits in desolation in tattered weeds, 1 
 and though * sharp misery has worn her to the 
 bones a radiant pride tinges her pale cheek, 
 and over her aching head rays of inextinguish 
 able glory congregate. I come to speak of those 
 who, with the beauty, the intrepidity, the pow 
 er of the intellect that dwelt within them, res 
 cued the country of my birth from the ob scurity 
 
APPENDIX:. 265 
 
 and inanition to which the laws of evil men had 
 doomed her, and which, having conquered for 
 her intervals of felicity and freedom, left her 
 with a history to which the coldest or the haugh 
 tiest of her sons will revert with love and pride, 
 and on which the bitterest of her calumniators 
 cannot meditate without respect. 
 
 "It is well that the story of such men should 
 be simply told. Their grand proportions need 
 no cunning drapery. It would be worse than 
 useless to gild the glowing marble. Like the 
 statues in Evadne, each has a noble history ; and 
 dead though they be, in their presence virtue 
 grows strong, heroism kindles in the weakest, 
 and the guilty stand abashed. 
 
 " There is an old man with stooped shoul 
 ders, long thin arms, the sparest figure, haggard 
 face, lips firmly set, and an eye with the search 
 ing glance of an eagle that is Henry Grat- 
 tan! 
 
 " What of him ? He had a great cause a 
 great opportunity, a great genius. The inde 
 pendence of Ireland the cause. The embar 
 rassment of England with her colonies the 
 opportunity. With the magnitude of botn, his 
 genius was commensurate. He was equal to 
 his friends as he himself said of his great 
 
266 APPENDIX. 
 
 rival. Harry Flood and was more than equal 
 to his foes. When he spoke, the infirmities and 
 deformities of man disappeared in a blaze of 
 glory. His eloquence was more than human. 
 It was a combination of cloud, whirlwind, and 
 flame. Nothing could resist it nothing could 
 approach it. It conquered all or distanced all. 
 Like the archangel of Raphael, it was winged 
 as well as armed. His intellect was most noble. 
 His heart was not less divinely moulded. Never 
 before did so much gentleness, so much benig 
 nity, so much sweetness, so much courage, so 
 much force, unite in one poor frame. The 
 brightest event of Irish history, is the great 
 event of that great man s life. If it is the 
 brightest, let us refer it to his genius, his spirit, 
 his ambition. His love of country was intense. 
 He never would be satisfied so long as the 
 meanest cottager in Ireland had a link of the 
 British chain clanking to his rags. Thus he 
 spoke, moving the declaration of independence. 
 The last time he appeared in the Irish Parlia 
 ment was at midnight. He had come from a 
 sick-bed. They gave him leave to sit whilst he 
 addressed the House. For a moment for a 
 moment his agony forsook him. Men beheld 
 before their eyes a sublime transfiguration. I 
 
APPENDIX. 267 
 
 rose, said lie, with the rising fortunes of my 
 country I am willing to die with her expiring 
 liberties. Had he been at that hour inspired 
 with the republicanism of Wolfe Tone, his ca 
 reer and glory would have been complete. 
 
 JOHN PHILPOT CUKEAN. 
 
 Immediately succeeding the previous lecture 
 Meagher delivered another in the same Hall, 
 on Curran, of which the following is a synopsis. 
 
 "Ruins, blossoms, sterility, vegetation, storms, 
 silence, vitality, desolate repose such the his 
 tory of Ireland such the character of the 
 people by whom that history has been written. 
 Of that character John Philpot Curran is the 
 fullest and truest expression. His endowments 
 were many, and were great. His gentleness, 
 exquisite sensibility, deep mournfulness a 
 mournfulness which no festivity, no triumph, 
 could ever thoroughly dispel his noble elo 
 quence, heroism, honesty all in him were lov 
 able and great. Then the circumstances in 
 which we find him so often, win us to him, and 
 make us love him. Look at him in London, 
 
268 APPENDIX. 
 
 where, as Harry Grattan had done before him, 
 he is eating his way to the bar. There he is, 
 without a friend without one affectionate soul 
 (the poor little fellow piteousl} r ejaculated) in 
 whom he could take friendly refuge from the 
 rigors of his destiny. What could one so sen 
 sitive, so miserable, so lonely, do ? Is not the 
 road to fame and fortune too steep, too bleak, 
 too rough, for that poor outcast child? "We 
 shall see, by and by. Yet, as if he hadn t 
 enough on his own account to trouble him, 
 look how lovingly he shares the sorrows of the 
 poor French doctor, who had just lost his wife, 
 and was nursing a little orphan on his knee. 
 For himself, he cares not that he is a beggar ! 
 But, for that poor father for that poor sickly 
 child oh ! how the heart of the poor Irish lad 
 beats, and how fondly he wishes he had some 
 thing, he had plenty, he had a fortune for them! 
 Surely, thus he meditates and moralizes, for 
 such a purpose it is not sinful to wish for riches. 
 This sensibility accompanies him all through 
 life, and so does that mournfulness and dejection 
 of spirit. He tells Grattan, one day, it is his 
 wish to go to Spain and borrow a beard, and 
 turn monk. Then Charles Phillips shows him 
 to us in the decline of life, wandering about his 
 
APPENDIX. 269 
 
 beautiful grounds at midnight, hopeless, weary, 
 and sick at heart. And then, again, Thomas 
 David pictures him weighed down by grief, in 
 sickness and utter desolation of spirit, weeping 
 over the fate of Ireland, beside the grave of his 
 little daughter. A deep tone of sadness vibrates 
 through all his life through all his words. His 
 flowers seem to have sprung from the soil 
 where the dead are sleeping. His liveliest 
 songs come out from the sad foliage of the yew 
 and cypress. 
 
 " Yet through all, and over all, there shines 
 the light and is heard the voice of a genius 
 most divine. Here Mr. Meagher alluded to the 
 scenes and incidents of his birth, ascribing 
 most of his grand picturesque traits to their 
 influence. He was born in a town called New 
 market, in the parish of Clonfert,. in the barony 
 of Dahallo, in the county of Cork, in the 
 province of Munster, in the kingdom of Ireland. 
 There were babbling brooks, and moory uplands, 
 and large lonely mountains, and ruins of 
 castles, and ruins of chapels, all about where he 
 was born ; and his mother was stored with 
 grand old traditions, and legends, and wild 
 stories stories of outlaw, and hero, and saint, 
 and rapparee, and fairy. No wonder, then, that 
 
270 APPENDIX. 
 
 * 
 
 through the golden atmosphere of his genius, 
 there was ever floating that pale mist, and that 
 there were black and stormy clouds amongst the 
 crimson, and violet, and purple masses, when 
 the sunset came. But that sadness of his was 
 lit up, ever and anon, with mirth and drollery. 
 He jokes about his poverty jokes about not 
 having a shilling in his pocket jokes about his 
 seven shirts (all his wardrobe !) and writes to 
 his mother to say he * wants only five more to 
 make up the dozen jokes about having a 
 family for whom he had no dinner, and a land 
 lady for whom he had no rent. That Irish 
 heart! That heart, proof against the worst 
 disasters, conflicts the most worrying, defeats 
 the most dismaying ! Which, not only, as 
 Whiteside says, carries our people over fields of 
 peril, and sustains them in their poverty and 
 persecution, but sweetens the cup of misery 
 they have, from father to son, been doomed to 
 drink. The lecturer then gave a minute and a 
 most amusing description of the famous Monks 
 of the Screw a convivial club (composed of 
 the best and noblest spirits of the time), of 
 which John Philpot Curran was the worthy 
 Prior. At the table of the Monastery, in Kevin 
 street, in the city of Dublin, he showed the 
 
APPENDIX. 271 
 
 assembled brotherhood in their skull-caps, drab 
 cloth gowns, hempen girdles, and the blessed 
 spoon and cork-screw dangling by their sides. 
 Dean Kirwan, Chief Justice Burke, Hutchinson, 
 (Provost of the University of Dublin), Henry 
 Gnittan, Lord Avonmore (Chief Baron of the 
 Exchequer), and many more of the brightest 
 and loftiest intellects of the period, belonged to 
 the grotesque and jovial order. But Curran 
 was the master spirit. They did right to conse 
 crate him Abbot of the order and ruler of the 
 feast. His profuse, exuberant, exhaustless wit 
 qualified him for the post. Of that wit the 
 whole world has heard. Every one, in fact, has 
 a specimen of it, and wears it in a locket, as it 
 were, of Wicklow gold set in Irish diamonds, as 
 a charm against the heartache and the blue 
 devils, though their name were legion. Mr. 
 Meagher, however, repeated a number of the 
 Lumorsome sayings of Curran, and several 
 humorsome anecdotes told of the great orator, 
 saying in reference to him and his rich, racy 
 wit, that the darkest river will ripple and laugh, 
 and sparkle sometimes ay ! even when it is 
 nearing the fathomless solitude in which it dis 
 appears forever ! But Curran had something 
 more than wit ; something more than genius ; 
 
272 APPENDIX. 
 
 something more than a genial, generous, loving 
 nature. He had an unconquerable, defiant 
 courage. For the crown, the bench, the castle, 
 the yeomanry for all the auxiliaries and ap 
 pliances of the tyranny of the clay lie had a 
 spirit that could confront, repel, and defy. For 
 the wealthiest, boldest, most desperate criminal 
 of them, he had a blow which made them reel, 
 and the mark of which they bore with them to 
 the grave. 
 
 "The lecturer here entered into a most 
 graphic and effective picture of the times those 
 that immediately succeeded 1798. Dublin 
 (said Mr. Meagher) under Cornwallis, suppress 
 ing an insurrection, was a sight more terrible 
 than Paris, under Kobespierre, completing a 
 revolution. Curran s conduct and bearing, all 
 through those terrible times, was most noble. 
 Lord Clarendon hinted to him that he might 
 lose his silk gown (which he wore as one of the 
 king s counsel) for daring to appear in defence 
 of the United Irishmen. Well, replied 
 Curran, his Majesty may take the silk, but he 
 will have to leave the stuff behind. Ireland 
 should never forget Curran. He was true to 
 her to the last. The night the Irish Parliament 
 was dissolved, he was standing, wrapped up in a 
 
APPENDIX. 273 
 
 large cloak, close to one of the great pillars of 
 the portico. One of the United Irishmen was 
 passing near him ; Curran seized him by the 
 arm, and looking him wildly and fiercely in the 
 face, asked him, Where are now your 300,000 
 armed men ? The echo of the voice has not 
 yet died in Ireland!" 
 
 CATHOLICISM AND EEPUBLICANISM. 
 
 UPON the question of the compatibility of 
 the Roman Catholic faith with the principles of 
 Republicanism, Meagher took occasion to ex 
 press his views in a lecture delivered in San 
 Francisco in 1854, during the course which he 
 had then entered upon. 
 
 On this occasion he said : 
 
 " There are some men not to be argued with. 
 For there are some men who cashier honesty as 
 a folly, and addict themselves incorrigibly to 
 the subtleties of logic and the ambiguities of 
 language. They speak of religion, when in 
 their inmost hearts they mean despotism. 
 They speak of insubordination, * turbulence, 
 12* 
 
274 APPENDIX. 
 
 * licentiousness, when it is the sagacious spirit 
 of liberty which interrogates them, disputes 
 their position, and advances to dislodge them. 
 They speak of Atheism, when it is the * Truth 
 operating through the intellect which confronts 
 them, and the awakened dupes cry aloud that 
 they see no sanctity in servitude, no virtue with 
 out manhood, no humanity without intelligence, 
 no worship of living creatures without a convic 
 tion of their worth. With such men I shall not 
 argue ; with such men argument is impractica 
 ble ; with such men, the world over, it is their 
 nature obstinately to reject the Right, as it is 
 their interest cunningly to coalesce with and 
 conspicuously represent the Wrong. They 
 move in another orbit. Their motion for all 
 time is determined their destiny immutable. 
 Farewell to Lucifer ! But there are some few 
 honest men who will say, that religion with 
 1 republicanism is incompatible. With them I 
 desire to speak. The rectitude of their hearts 
 will reject the sophistry of the schools. Over 
 their cherished prejudices their honest intelli 
 gence will predominate. Once stationed in pres 
 ence of the truth, they will recognize it with 
 gladness, and publish it without trepidation. 
 And who are these honest men who say that 
 
APPENDIX. 275 
 
 religion with republicanism is incompatible? 
 For the most part, they come from the country 
 in which I had my birth ; they profess the reli 
 gious faith I myself profess. They are Irish 
 men and they are Eoman Catholics. Their 
 doctrine of incompatibility the incompatibility 
 of religion with republicanism or republicanism 
 with religion applies for the time being exclu 
 sively to Europe applies to Italy, Germany, 
 Sicily, France. From any application to this 
 country it is scrupulously and I believe, in the 
 majority of instances, it is heartily excluded. 
 
 "As to Ireland, I know not if the proposition 
 to which I allude has any peremptory reference. 
 If not, it is well. If otherwise if the l au 
 thorities upon such matters do not design re 
 publicanism for Ireland, but contemplate some 
 shapeless scheme of independence some 
 scheme which shall disturb and not remodel 
 shall be nothing more than a vague expression 
 of restless aspirations shall be nothing more 
 than a waste and demolition active with noth 
 ing but disorder, and defined only so far as ruin 
 can be accounted a definition. If so, permit 
 me in refutation of this difficulty on the score of 
 religion, to plead for republicanism in Ireland. 
 In a Avord, let me include rny country in the sis- 
 
276 APPENDIX. 
 
 terhood of Europe, and, pleading for one, let 
 me plead for all. In doing so, it will be borne 
 in mind, that when I speak of religion I refer 
 specially to Koman Catholicity for it has been 
 in the name of Eoinan Catholicity alone that 
 objections, on the score of religion, to the repub 
 licanism of Europe has been urged. What 
 then are these objections ? Is religion safe only 
 under the shadow of the bayonets ? Is the 
 mitre unsafe without the crown above it ? Is 
 the cross in danger unless the gibbet of the 
 malefactor looms beside it? Must the cathe 
 dral have a camp, and the crozier be crossed or 
 quartered with the sword? Is this the doc 
 trine? This what the Bible tells us? This 
 what history teaches what faith inspires? 
 Is the caricature of the Duke of York (Com 
 mander-in-chief and Bishop Osnaburg) an ori 
 ginal by one of the oldest masters ? Is religion 
 to be a mere master of the ceremonies to the 
 military ball ? Dependent on the providence 
 of a Prince in peril when the people are 
 supreme guaranteed only when a vagabond 
 leaps upon the evacuated throne? Such was 
 not the teaching such was not the experience 
 of the first expounders of the Gospel. The 
 Captain of the Temple and the Sadducees, and 
 
APPENDIX. 277 
 
 Gamaliel, and the Doctors of the Law were 
 against them ; yet it came to pass that many 
 heard, and thousands were converted, though 
 Herod sat upon a throne in royal apparel and 
 made an oration to them. Is the patronage of 
 the sceptre required ? Such was not the teach 
 ing such was not the experience of the children 
 of the Fishermen. They were driven to the 
 dwellings of the dead underneath the palaces 
 of the emperors driven where the funeral 
 torches were quenched in vapor. But there was 
 one torch which could not be extinguished it 
 was lit when the sun darkened over Calvary ! 
 The circus flowed with blood, but the immortal 
 spirit walked the red surge and foam, and led 
 the sinking to eternal rest. Is, then, the patron 
 age of the sceptre required ? Such was not the 
 teaching such was not the experience of our 
 heroic fathers. They were hunted as the wild 
 fox was hunted. The cave was their cathedral. 
 The crucifix on the rude chief ever admonished 
 them of the penalty which awaited them. But 
 the seed took root amongst the stones and 
 thorns it sprung beneath the axe and blos 
 somed in the blast. Is, then, the patronage of 
 the sceptre needed? Essential, is it, to the 
 stability of the Church against which, it was 
 
278 APPENDIX. 
 
 promised, the gates of Hell should not prevail 
 But it is well to have the Church and State in 
 corporated ! Is this the proposition ? If so, 
 we protest against any such identification. We 
 forbid the banns. We do so out of our rever 
 ence for religion we do so from our jealous 
 watchfulness of freedom. I speak in the full 
 spirit of the Constitution to which, upon the 
 Gospel, I have pledged irrevocably my alle 
 giance ; which Constitution, in the first article 
 of Amendments, declares that Congress shall 
 make no law respecting an establishment of re 
 ligion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof. 
 I speak in the broad spirit of the Signers of the 
 Declaration, and in concurrence with the ex 
 pressed sentiments of the Koman Catholic, Car 
 roll, of Carrollton. A friend of mine, Mr. Sam 
 uel Pierce, of Troy, in the State of New York, 
 sent me, a few days previous to my leaving for 
 this city, the copy of a letter written in 1827, by 
 this memorable patriot. The letter is addressed 
 to the Rev. John Stanford, Chaplain of the Hu 
 mane and Criminal Institutions in the city of 
 New York. It is as follows : 
 
APPENDIX. 279 
 
 " DONGHORAGEN, Oct. 9th, 1827. 
 
 " REVEREND AND DEAR SIR : 
 
 " * I was yesterday favored with your friendly 
 letter of the 10th past, and the discourses on 
 the opening of the House of Eefuge, and on 
 the death of Jefferson and Adams. The former 
 I have not yet read. With the latter I am high 
 ly pleased, and I sincerely thank you for your 
 pious wishes for my happiness in the life to come. 
 
 " Your sentiments on religious liberty coin 
 cide entirely with mine. To obtain religious as 
 well as civil liberty, I entered zealously into the 
 revolution, and observing the Christian religion 
 divided into many sects, I founded the hope 
 that no one would be so predominant as to be 
 come the religion of the State. That hope was 
 thus early entertained, because all of them 
 joined in the same cause with few exceptions of 
 individuals. God grant that this religious lib 
 erty may be preserved in these States to the 
 end of time, and that all believing in the reli 
 gion of Christ may practise the leading princi 
 ple of Charity, the basis of every virtue. 
 
 " I remain, with great respect, Reverend Sir, 
 your most humble servant, 
 
 " CHARLES CARROLL, of Carrollton, 
 
 " * In the 91st year of his age. 
 
280 APPENDIX. 
 
 " Glorious old man ! Even to the setting oi 
 the sun, faithful to the principles which gave 
 splendor to the morning of his life. Closing 
 that letter, and having noted down the number 
 of his days, well might he have exclaimed, I 
 have been faithful to the lessons of my youth, 
 and in my old age have not departed from them/ 
 In the full spirit, then, of your noble Constitu 
 tion, and in hearty concurrence with the words 
 I have now quoted, I set my face against an 
 alliance of Church and State here and else 
 where now and for all time. I protest against 
 it for Belgium, if Belgium so wills it. I protest 
 against it for Ireland, if Ireland so wills it. I 
 protest against it for Rome, if Rome so wills it. 
 Is this to be an infidel? To maintain for these 
 countries that religion is best served when dis 
 encumbered by temporalities and unconnected 
 with the State is this to claim for these coun 
 tries an exemption from the practices taught, 
 the duties and responsibilities imposed by the 
 testament of Christ? If this doctrine of the 
 voluntary system of thorough disconnection 
 of Church from State, and State from Church 
 be good and orthodox in Ireland, why not in 
 France? If good and orthodox in America, 
 why not in Italy ? why not in Rome ? I speak 
 
APPENDIX. 281 
 
 it plainly, so that there may be no mistake 
 about it. I am opposed to the exercise in po 
 litical affairs of any and every clerical influence 
 whatsoever ; and to the eradication of that in 
 fluence whenever it does operate in the secular 
 organization of this or any other common 
 wealth, I would heartily contribute my stron 
 gest efforts. Speaking in this spirit eager as I 
 am to see these good principles carried out to 
 their fullest extent, and in every instance eager 
 to see religion disencumbered of its temporali 
 ties and politics (by which I mean the science 
 and practice of Government) relieved from ec 
 clesiastical control speaking in this spirit, I 
 raise my voice for the Republicanism of Rome. 
 If the majority of the Roman citizens declare 
 for a Republic, I pronounce emphatically for 
 the deposition of the temporal power of the 
 Pope. Let the Forum be rebuilt let the Sen 
 ate and the Roman people resume their ancient 
 rule ! Let the city of the Gracchi put on once 
 more the civic crown ! Who upbraids me with 
 apostasy in thus inciting exclamation in the war 
 of freedom ? Who ejaculates it is unholy ? 
 Does it involve a recantation of the faith in 
 which I was baptized ? Involve a repudiation 
 of the teachings of the Fathers? Denial ol 
 
282 APPENDIX. 
 
 the Sacraments? Irreverence of the Ceremo 
 nies? Infidelity Impiety Apostasy? What 
 is it ? If it be a crime, let us have a definition 
 if it be a crime, let us have an exposition of 
 it the law, the logic, and the evidence. If it 
 be a crime, I am guilty through excess of igno 
 rance for neither in creed, nor gospel, nor the 
 Fathers, have I discovered the verse, chapter, 
 note, article, or passage, which forbids me, as a 
 Roman Catholic, to claim for Home what it is 
 lawful and highly righteous and creditable in me 
 to claim for Sicily, for Sydney, for Mexico, or 
 Moscow. Here, in this instance and at this day, I 
 stand prepared to resist the temporal power of the 
 Pope as strongly as it is more than probable I 
 would have done had I lived in the days of Adri 
 an the Fourth, when, according to Augustine 
 Thierry and others, his Holiness commissioned 
 the Plantagenet to enter the kingdom of Ire 
 land, and there procure payment to the blessed 
 Apostle Peter, of the annual tribute of one 
 penny for each house. Yes ! I raise my voice 
 for the freedom of Rome for its disenthrall- 
 ment from that executive and policy which all 
 intelligent and honest men concur in stigmatiz 
 ing as most ruinous ruinous to the activity, 
 the morality, the manhood, the attitude of the 
 
APPENDIX. 283 
 
 people and the most powerful repudiation of 
 which is to be found in these wise and beneficent 
 reforms which Pius the Ninth, on his accession 
 to the pontifical throne, deemed it salutary and 
 expedient to introduce. Yes ! I raise my voice 
 for the freedom of Rome for its resurrection 
 from that decrepitude, that debasement, that 
 ignominious inactivity, that debilitating repose, 
 in which the noble city is held down by those 
 fratricides of France, who with Liberty, Equal 
 ity, and Fraternity on their Tri-color, slew that 
 younger brother of Republicanism, the smoke 
 from whose altar was just ascending. Yes ! I 
 raise my voice for the freedom of Rome for its 
 inauguration amongst those fortunate commu 
 nities of the earth, which, proceeding upon the 
 simple precepts of republicanism, exhibit upon 
 the broadest scale the capacities with which our 
 being is endowed, and without any of the pa 
 geantry or mysticism which encircle royal estates, 
 contribute, by their marvellous achievements in 
 civilization, industrial art, and commerce, to the 
 splendor of history and the happiness of hu 
 manity." 
 
EXTRACTS FROM 
 
 HOLIDAYS IN COSTA RICA, 
 
 BY THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER. 
 [From Harper s Magazine.] 
 
 ENTRANCE TO COSTA RICA. 
 
 THE principal entrance at present into Costa 
 Eica is from the Pacific, at Punt a Arenas, in the 
 Gulf of Nicoya. The Columbus, a deliberate 
 old barque through which a screw has been 
 thrust, brought us, early in March, 1858, from 
 Panama to Punta Arenas in less than three 
 days. 
 
 The trip was delightful. The coast-range 
 of Veragua, the northernmost province of 
 New Granada, was within sight often within 
 stone s- throw the whole of the way. There 
 were the mountains of the promontory of 
 Azuero, glowing through the blue haze all day 
 long. There were the rocks of Los Frailes 
 
APPENDIX. 285 
 
 gray rocks belted with sparkling breakers, in 
 and out, and wide over the spray of which 
 thousands of sea-birds sported flashing in the 
 sunset. There were the stars when the sun was 
 gone the white beach gleaming beyond the 
 line of purpled waters and here and there the 
 fire of some lone hut in the forest high above 
 the coast. At all times the sea was smooth 
 smooth as a lake in summer in the midst of 
 warm wooded hills and at noon it was won- 
 drously beautiful and luminous ; so luminous 
 that, looking down into its depths, one might 
 have been wooed to fancy it had a floor of 
 diamonds, and that the pink and yellow sea- 
 flowers, loosened and floating upwards from it, 
 bubbling as they rose, were made of the finest 
 gold. 
 
 As for the company on board, ever so many 
 nationalities, professions, phases of life and 
 destinies, were comprehended in it. St. George 
 had his champion in Mr. Perry an affable, in 
 telligent, high-spirited young Englishman, who 
 had just been gazetted to the British Vice- 
 Consulate at Eealejo, Nicaragua, and was on 
 his way to Guatemala to receive his instructions 
 from Mr. Wyke, the Consul-General. The 
 Eagles of Napoleon were sentinelled by a vehe- 
 
286 APPENDIX. 
 
 ment Frenchman a short, hardy, wiry, flexible, 
 swarthy fellow, in nankeen trowsers, glazed 
 pumps, and Panama hat who kept perpetually 
 gliding up and down the deck, emphasizing his 
 opinions on music, politics, and commerce to a 
 lanky German with a pale mustache, who, as 
 though he were condemned to it, limped the 
 planks beside him. 
 
 This Frenchman was singularly active, adven 
 turous, daring. He began life as a fisherman. 
 From his cradle on one of the terraces of Brest, 
 he was cast adrift into the fogs of Newfound 
 land, and there blossomed into manhood on 
 grog and codfish. Slipping away from the 
 Banks, he took to the world at large. He had 
 been everywhere been to the Antipodes 
 been to the Poles. With frogs and crocodiles, 
 snake-charmers and ballet-girls, icebergs and 
 palm-groves, he was equally familiar. Five 
 years ago he found himself in the town of David, 
 in the province of Veragua, two hundred miles 
 above Panama ; and there, falling in love with 
 a radiant Indian girl, whom he married at sight, 
 concluded to settle. Since then it has fzuvd 
 well with him. 
 
 His was, in truth, a golden wedding. It 
 brought him herds, plantations, ships, vast 
 
APPENDIX. 287 
 
 plains and forests. Some will have it that he is 
 in secret possession of certain gold mines a 
 veritable El Dorado in the mountains of the 
 Isthmus. The day previous to our leaving it 
 he arrived in Panama, fresh and lithe, after a 
 ride from David of eighteen days through the 
 wildest region. Eaging rivers, too deep to ford, 
 oftentimes broke his path. Into these, his 
 clothes bundled up in a turban on his head, he 
 had to plunge, and, battling across them, take 
 his mule in tow. He was bound for San Jose, 
 the capital of Costa Kica, as we ourselves 
 were. 
 
 Venezuela was somewhat disparagingly repre 
 sented by a tough and squalid merchant doing 
 business in Panama. Importing silk-stuffs 
 and wines, sardines and prunes, he is largely 
 concerned in the pearl-fisheries of the Isla del 
 Key, and the other islands off the coast. His 
 heart is as close as an oyster, and his face as 
 expressionless and coarse as the shell. Guate 
 mala was more fortunate. Senor Larraonda 
 appeared for her. His figure and complexion 
 do injustice to his liberality and graciousness. 
 He is a tall, parched, sallow-faced gentleman, 
 with a patch of gray whisker under each ear, 
 and the fingers of a skeleton ; but those fingers 
 
288 APPENDIX. 
 
 have clutched many a broad doubloon. A 
 sugar-planter on the princeliest scale, his estate 
 has yielded him $200,000 every season for the 
 last four years. 
 
 Close to the wheel-house, immediately after 
 breakfast every morning, two priests invariably 
 took their seats. Both were from Spain. The 
 one was a Catalonian, the other an Aragonese. 
 The Catalonian was a Capuchin. The Ara 
 gonese was a Jesuit. The Jesuit was the more 
 remarkable of the two. 
 
 He had a freckled face, a blood-shot eye, red 
 beard and whiskers, a faded velvet skull-cap, 
 threadbare soutaine, and plain steel buckles in 
 his sprawling shoes. But underneath that 
 threadbare gown we are told there throbbed a 
 zealous heart. Underneath that faded velvet 
 skull-cap there glowed a fertile brain. The 
 Jesuit was learned, eloquent, and pious. A 
 profound Divine, a commanding Orator, an 
 adventurous Soldier of the Cross, he, too, had 
 seen most of the world. He had been to 
 China, the Philippine Islands, Paraguay, Brazil. 
 There was more than one on board whom his 
 history had reached. His labors, his sacred 
 rhetoric, his heroism in all those lands, had 
 made him famous. 
 
APPENDIX. 289 
 
 The morning of the third day out from Pana 
 ma, the Gulf of Nicoya opened to admit us. 
 Away to the left, Cape Blanco, the eastern pier 
 of this great gate-way, glimmered through the 
 mist. Away to the right, the volcano of Herra- 
 dnra, with the brown island of Cano sleeping in 
 its shadow, stood as a watch-tower at the 
 entrance. Farther up the Gulf, as the mist 
 thinned off, the loftier mountains came forth and 
 shone above the waters. There was the dome 
 of San Pablo, with masses of white cloud rest 
 ing on it. There was the peak of the Aguacate 
 quivering in the sun. Beyond, and high above 
 them all, were the mountains of Dota, blending 
 as though they were vapors only with the 
 deepening glory of the sky. All along the 
 opposite shore, clusters of little islands the 
 Nigrites, San Lucas, and Pan Sucre scrubby, 
 barren islands, the roots of which are rich in 
 pearls one by one peeped out and twinkled. 
 In the mean while the breeze freshened and 
 grew r warm ; and the sea, broken into little 
 hillocks, lisped and throbbed around us. At 
 noon it was thronged and bustling. We were 
 at our destination. * * 
 
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290 APPENDIX. 
 
 THE FOEESTS. 
 
 The evening of the day following our arrival 
 from Panama we set out for the mountains. An 
 hour of brisk galloping, along the beach which 
 connects the town of Punta Arenas with the 
 main land, brought us to Chacarita, an outpost 
 of the Custom-house at the Garita. It is here 
 that all foreign goods, destined for any point 
 between the port and the Garita, are subjected 
 to inspection, are weighed, and paid for. The 
 outpost consists of a spacious hut, built of bam 
 boo and wild sugar-cane, a banana-patch, and 
 a poultry-yard. In the smoky interior of the 
 hut, as we rode up to it, an Inspector of Cus 
 toms, with a stump of a puro between his placid 
 lips, serenely oscillated in his shirt-sleeves in 
 his hammock of agave straw. Having satisfied 
 him that the blue California blankets strapped 
 to our saddles contained a change of linen 
 only, the calm Inspector, without rising from 
 his hammock, with a gentle wave of his discol 
 ored hand, signified that we were at liberty to 
 proceed. A moment after we were in the heart 
 of the forest. 
 
 Here, in all its varieties, we had the palm 
 the prince of the vegetable kingdom as Linnaeus 
 
APPENDIX. 291 
 
 has called it ever waving those plume-like 
 branches which recall so many scenes of Scrip 
 tural beauty, festivity, and triumph so many 
 scenes of hopefulness and succor in the desert 
 and of life in the midst of death and which, 
 as many a carving and vivid painting on sacred 
 walls attest, grew to be, in the red epochs of 
 Christianity, the emblem of Martyrdom for the 
 Faith. Here was the ceiba, or the silk-cotton 
 tree, the shaft of which swells to such a girth 
 that the largest canoes are hewn out of it, while 
 Sir Amy as Leigh, the romantic buccaneer, li 
 kens it to a light-house, so smooth and round 
 and towering is it. Myriads of singing-birds 
 build their nests in it, while from the topmost 
 branches, to which they have climbed in search 
 of light and air, the rose and }~ellow and red big- 
 nonias in luxuriant tresses and festoons uncoil 
 themselves. Here was the matapalo, or wild fig- 
 tree, spreading out its long, tender, flexible stems 
 over the surrounding trees in quest of some tem 
 porary support, and having found it, and grown 
 strong enough to sustain itself, turning upon and 
 killing its protector in its serpent-like embraces. 
 Here, too, were several species of the acacia, such 
 as the guanacaste and saman, the delicate feath 
 ery foliage of which was interwoven and blended 
 
292 APPENDIX. 
 
 with the orange-blossoms and the large lanceo- 
 lated leaves of the cincona. And then we had 
 the parasitical cactuses in endless varieties, with 
 their pink and violet and cream-colored flowers, 
 clustering the moss-covered columns of the for 
 est, and flooding the golden air with the richest 
 fragrance. A deep, solemn, beauteous, yet ma 
 jestic forest one of the vast cathedrals of Na 
 ture one fashioned of materials, living, efflores 
 cent, fruitful, imperishable imperishable, since 
 they perpetually renew themselves to which 
 the gold of the Sacramento is but as the dust 
 of the road, and the marbles of Carrara are but 
 the types of death one down through the com 
 plex aisles of which, as through no stained win 
 dow, however wonderful its magic, the light of 
 Heaven, colored with a thousand intermediate 
 hues by day and by night, and for all time, with 
 an ever-varying infinitude of splendor, plays 
 one studded with pillars, spanned with arches, 
 such as neither Zwirner of Cologne nor Angelo 
 of Rome, with all their genius, with all their 
 power, with all the resources of which, with the 
 patronage of kings and pontiffs, they were the 
 masters, could rear, elaborate, nor so much as 
 in their divinest dreams devise ! 
 
 In the midst of all this winding through the 
 
APPENDIX. 293 
 
 mazes of this superb labyrinth hundreds of 
 carts, in the months of February and March, 
 move down. The noble oxen have their fore 
 heads shaded with the broad shining leaves of 
 the pavel. They come from Cartago, from San 
 Jose, from the great plantation of Pacifica, in 
 the valley of the Tiribi, in the shadow of the 
 mountains of San Miguel from the plateaux be- 
 yond the ruins of Ujarras, and overlooking the 
 cataracts of the wild Berbis descend four 
 thousand feet into this forest, and so wend their 
 way to Punta Arenas, at which port with the 
 exception of a few bags which find their way to 
 the Serapiqui, and thence to the Atlantic the 
 entire coffee crop of Costa Rica is shipped to 
 
 Europe and the United States. 
 
 # * # * # 
 
 TO SAN JOSE. 
 
 An hour after dawn we were in our saddles, 
 on the high road to San Jose once more. 
 
 Having passed the Puente de las Damas a 
 bridge of massive masonry, spanning with a 
 single arch, at an aching height, the black waters 
 of the Jesus Maria, which here reel on through 
 a chasm, from the crevices in the mighty walls 
 of which the glossiest laurels and other shrubs 
 spring forth in sparkling clusters and having 
 
294 APPENDIX. 
 
 ambled or galloped all the morning through the 
 forest, we came at last to the venta, or road-side 
 inn, of San Mateo. Anselmo, our guide, was 
 there before us, for we had loitered at the farm 
 of Las Kamadas to have a chat with a gipsy 
 group at breakfast under a magnificent guapa- 
 nol, the thickly-leaved limbs of which on every 
 side extended full forty feet above the camping- 
 ground. 
 
 Anselmo was a silent boy of Indian blood. 
 His broad face, deeply punctured with the small 
 pox, was the color of a ripe walnut, while the 
 expression of it was meditative and morose. He 
 wore white check trowsers, a brown scapular, 
 and a pink check shirt. His bare heels displayed 
 a pair of spurs the rowels of which were the 
 size and shape of a star-fish. Sauntering along 
 equally insensible to the dust, the beauty, the 
 red mud, or the straining steepness of the road 
 with one of our fowling-pieces slung behind 
 him, and some few necessary articles of toilet 
 tied up in a coffee-bag before him Anselmo, 
 dispensing with stockings, held on with his toes 
 to the stirrups. The most of the way he kept 
 in the rear. The pilot of the party, he sat in the 
 stern and steered from behind. It is the custom 
 
APPENDIX. 295 
 
 of the country. The guide is seldom in advance 
 often out of sight never within hail. 
 
 Under the dome-like mangos under the cool 
 est and darkest of them Anselmo relieved the 
 mules of their girths and cruppers, and gave 
 them water, corn, and sacate. The room in 
 which we breakfasted, floored with baked clay 
 clay done to brittle crust was wainscoted 
 with cedar. This sounds fine. But cedar is 
 cheap in Costa Hica, and in such houses as the 
 venta of San Mateo displays no polish. The 
 breakfast consisted of fresh eggs, fresh bullock s 
 tongue, a cup of sour coffee, a saucerful of ja- 
 cotes or hog-plums, and the usual amount of 
 tortillas, the ubiquitous slap-jacks of South and 
 Central America. We were joined at table by 
 an officer of the Costa Eican army. He was on 
 his way from Nicaragua to San Jose with dis 
 patches to his Government; the San Carlos 
 one of the steamboats taken from the Filibus 
 ters, and flying the Costa Rican flag on Lake 
 Nicaragua having thumped ashore and there 
 stuck fast. He had come by the Guanacaste 
 road, and to this point had been eight days in 
 the saddle. He was a modest, intelligent, deli 
 cately-whiskered, mild, fair-faced gentleman, 
 
296 APPENDIX. 
 
 Eminently gallant, too, for he had fought at 
 Rivas, at Masaya, at San Jorge all through 
 the war in Nicaragua and at its close had 
 been honored with the command of the troops 
 on board the steamboat which had just been 
 wrecked. Over his right shoulder was slung a 
 broad green worsted belt. To this a tin canteen 
 was hooked. Underneath the belt was his blue 
 frock-coat. The coat stood in need of a good 
 scouring. His sword, jingling in a steel scab 
 bard at his heels, would have been all the bright 
 er for a little sweet-oil and brick-dust. Having 
 hastened with his breakfast and lit his puro, he 
 mounted his white mule with the gay grandeur 
 of a cavalier, gracefully lifted his drab sombrero, 
 dashed through the gatewa}^, and disappeared 
 up the mountain. Up the mountain ! For the 
 shadow of the Aguacate was upon us. High as 
 we were amidst the mangos on the ridge of San 
 Mateo, this noble mountain stood, four thousand 
 feet erect, between us and the sun. 
 
 Haughty, opulent, superb ravines and val 
 leys, two thousand feet in depth, are, to its glow 
 ing, but dim crevices at its foot, while the forest 
 we have spoken of that between Chacarita and 
 the Barranca seems no more than a quiet shrub 
 bery, blossoming and sleeping in a silvered mist ! 
 
APPENDIX. 297 
 
 Haughty, opulent, superb it is an enormous 
 mass of gold and silver " the very dust which 
 our horses spurned with their hoofs," so John 
 L. Stephens writes, " contains that treasure for 
 which man forsakes kindred, home, and country." 
 It has made the fortune of more than one bold 
 speculator ; has made millionaires of such men 
 as Espinac of Cartago, and Montealegre of San 
 Jose ; still, still invites the capitalists of this and 
 other countries ; and to the invincible hand of 
 science knocking at its portals, and with the in 
 fallible torch, that has already divulged so many 
 of the mysteries of nature, penetrating its re 
 cesses, promises an exhaustless issue of incal 
 culable worth ! Haughty, opulent, superb 
 from base to summit it is an aggregation of most 
 of the riches, the wonders, the terrors, the sweet 
 ness, and the glory of the earth ! 
 
 The tropical summer and the spring of the 
 temperate zone equally divide the imperial 
 mountain, and reign there perpetually the one 
 below, the other above. Each has its attendant 
 flowers, trees, birds, reptiles ; each its own wild 
 offspring; each its appropriate harmonies and 
 treasures. The white eagle makes it its home ; 
 the wild coffee fills it with its soft exquisite per 
 fume ; the cedars crowning it vibrate with the 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 merry peal of the bell-bird ; monkeys in legions 
 swing themselves down upon the wild cacao to 
 which its warmer slopes give birth ; serpents, 
 such as the sabanera, twenty and thirty feet in 
 length, glisten through the gloom of its thickets ; 
 the sleek tiger enjoys the dumb security its vine- 
 woven fastnesses afford ; humming-birds in mil 
 lions " those fragments of the rainbow," as Au- 
 dubon has called them flash and whirr through 
 the foliage ; while the King of the Vultures, with 
 his gorgeous black and orange-colored crest an 
 acknowledged chief among the greediest pirates 
 of the dead owns his oaken palace there, and 
 soars above them all ! 
 
 Midway up this mountain, at a point called 
 desmonte, looking suddenly back over the road 
 we had come, there broke upon us a vision of 
 indescribable peacefulness and grandeur. The 
 Gulf of Nicoya a silver cord stretched along 
 the horizon seemed to pulsate with an unheard 
 melody ; while the ships we had left at Punta 
 Arenas looked as though they were sea-birds 
 clinging to it. Between the Gulf and the prom 
 ontory of Nicoya, a white unbroken range of 
 clouds extended. Beyond this range were the 
 dark purple mountains of the promontory. It 
 was the funeral procession overlooking the bridal 
 
APPENDIX. 299 
 
 train. To the left, the mountains, which up to 
 this had walled in the road, suddenly gave way, 
 and a vast ravine abruptly opened. Across the 
 head of this ravine rose a wall of yellowish- 
 brown barren hills ; and beyond and far above 
 them again, flinging off the white clouds which 
 floated between it and the sun the crown of 
 glory it aspired to at a height of 11,500 feet 
 above the sea, towered the volcano of San Pablo ! 
 This noble feature was never absent from the 
 scene. As we entered the Gulf of Nicoya at the 
 dawn of day, there it was, hailing us in tones 
 of thunder, a Cyclopean warder at the gate. All 
 day long, ankle-deep in blistering sand, or gasp 
 ing in some rude veranda, we looked up to it 
 from Punta Arenas that stifled city of a burn 
 ing plain and we sighed for the winds and the 
 rain that have long since cooled its fiery head, 
 for it is an extinct volcano. Hardly had we left 
 the red-tiled roofs, the little orange-groves, the 
 palm-trees, and sweet huertas of Esparza a mile 
 behind, when, out of the midst of the morning, 
 there came forth that ever-wakeful sentinel of 
 the night, beautiful and mighty as when the 
 darkness closed around him. All along the road 
 to San Mateo, and far beyond it, we turned from 
 the fences of eritliryna, interlaced with cactus 
 
300 APPENDIX. 
 
 and wild pineapple, and the sugar-fields and 
 pasture grounds they enclose, and from the several 
 incidents and varying features of the road ; from 
 ox-teams burdened with coffee, as we had seen 
 them in the forest the evening previous ; from 
 spacious farm-houses with whitewashed walls 
 and broad piazzas ; from loving couples snugly 
 seated on the one tough saddle, the calmllero hold 
 ing the senorita before him on the pommel, a far 
 pleasanter arrangement than that prevailing in 
 older countries when the pillion was in fashion ; 
 from droves of drowsy mules, laden with cacao in 
 ox-hide bags, coming up from Nicaragua, whisk 
 ing their tails and jingling their bells as they 
 plodded before their masters, whose salute, as we 
 rode past them, was gracious and most winning ; 
 from black-eyed groups at breakfast under some 
 lofty carob, the black iron pot sending up its 
 fragrant steam of boiling beans, the unyoked 
 oxen munching the tops of sugar-canes outside 
 the domestic circle, and scurvy dogs, at detached 
 posts beyond the camp, showing their teeth, 
 and snarling at the foreigners as they rode by ; 
 from the tall rustic cross, planted on the spot 
 where some deed of blood had been done, some 
 criminal had been shot, or some one had sud 
 denly dropped dead ; from these, the several 
 
APPENDIX. 301 
 
 incidents, and these, the varying features of the 
 road, many and many a time, all along to San 
 Mateo, and far beyond it, we turned to gaze 
 upon San Pablo. And here at this point called 
 Desmonte from this commanding height with 
 this vast ravine below us, in which the Catskill 
 might be buried, and with the intermediate 
 range of lowlier mountains opening wide, so as 
 to disclose it in its magnitude and the absolut 
 ism of its glory, San Pablo the eternal sentinel 
 of the Republic overwhelmed all rivalry, and 
 with a supreme sublimity usurped the conquered 
 scene ! 
 
 INTRODUCTIONS. 
 
 The letters of introduction we brought to the 
 President, the Bishop of San Jose, the Minister 
 of State, and other notable citizens of Costa 
 Rica, obtained an unmolested passage for our 
 luggage. It was on the road, miles behind us, 
 jolting and smashing along in the rear of two 
 ponderous bullocks ; but whenever it arrived, the 
 Commandant at the Garita in the pleasantest 
 accents assured us the formality of an inspec 
 tion would be dispensed with. It was due to 
 literature and science, he said, that the luggage 
 of gentlemen devoted to the pursuit of knowl- 
 
302 APPENDIX. 
 
 edge should be exempt from the formalities to 
 which Westphalian hams and such gross articles 
 were subject. Moreover, it was due to the son 
 of the illustrious General Paez. This he added 
 with the most gallant courtesy, lifting his hat 
 and bowing, his cavalry sword sliding away in 
 the dust behind him as he did so. He did 
 more. He was hospitable as he was gallant. 
 Stepping into the Custom-house he brought 
 out a bottle of cogniac, a tumbler, and a cork 
 screw. Without dismounting, we drank his 
 health and prosperity to Costa Kica. Then it 
 was his turn, and he drank ours, ejaculating 
 a sentiment in honor of Venezuela. Two or 
 three minutes more of pleasant gossip with 
 him ; about the game in the neighborhood of 
 the Garita, for he was a sporting character ; 
 about the Filibusters, for he fought in Kivas, 
 the llth of April, 1856, and thought it glorious 
 fun ; about his fighting-cocks, for he had an 
 army of them ; two or three minutes more of 
 this tete-a-tete, a warm shake hands and the final 
 adios, and up the road we started, leaving the 
 Eio Grande hoarsely roaring in its jagged bed. 
 The deep chasm the sunset-colored walls over 
 topping the black waters, the long procession 
 of carts, and mules, and oxen, descending and 
 
APPENDIX. 303 
 
 winding up the opposing cliffs, the groups of 
 soldiers and carreteros at the bridge, the bridge 
 itself, the masses of foliage and blossoms re 
 lieving the cold hard face of rock, and soften 
 ing with their shadows the staring wildness of 
 the abyss all this was forgotten, when, strik 
 ing the level ground above the river, a vast am 
 phitheatre opened suddenly, boldly, magnifi 
 cently before us. 
 
 Before us were the Plains of Carmen. To 
 the right were the Codilleras and the volcanic 
 heights of Barba and Irazu. To the left wers. 
 the mountains of Santa Anna and San Miguel. 
 Breadth, loftiness, infinitude ; no paltry sign of 
 human life to blot the scene ; the sun in its full 
 ness ; the pulsation through the warm earth of 
 distant waters ; the rumblings of the thunder in 
 a sky where not an angry speck was visible ; 
 wonder, homage, ecstasies ; it seemed, indeed, 
 as if we had been disenthralled from the Old 
 World by some glorious magic, and were on the 
 threshold, within sight, in the enjoyment of a 
 new existence ! 
 
 But what of that vast amphitheatre, over 
 shadowed, and with these immutable sublimi 
 ties environed ? It was once the bed of an im 
 mense lake. Suddenly set free by some violent 
 
304 APPENDIX. 
 
 volcanic shock, the waters of the lake exhausted 
 themselves through a rent which now forms the 
 channel and outlet of the Rio Grande. Enor 
 mous rocks of calcined porphyry, protruding 
 through the soil and blackening it far and wide, 
 are the testimonies of this convulsion. The 
 Plains of Carmen, the lower portion of the am 
 phitheatre, exhibit a loose dark loam intermixed 
 with quantities of volcanic detritus. To this 
 day they have been used as grazing grounds 
 only. With a proper system of irrigation and 
 such a system, fed by the plenteous rains which 
 fall during the months of June, July, August, 
 September, and October, could be easily, cheaply, 
 and extensively carried out and with, of course, 
 the necessary cultivation, they would yield the 
 sugar-cane, Indian corn, tapioca, and other trop 
 ical productions in extraordinary abundance. 
 Thus where we have, for the most part, an idle 
 and inanimate wilderness at present, a popula 
 tion of 100,000 in addition to the actual popu 
 lation of the country, computed at something 
 over 130,000 might in this one section alone, 
 be prosperously sustained. Elsewhere all over 
 the country, from Lake Nicaragua to the fron 
 tier of New Granada whole nations, such as 
 Portugal and Holland, would find the amplest 
 
APPENDIX . 305 
 
 room and the best of living. The public un 
 appropriated lands, in the northern part of the 
 Republic alone, according to Senor Astaburi- 
 aga, amount to millions of acres. 
 
 THE CAPITAL OF COSTA RICA. 
 
 Sun-burned, coated with dust, sweltering a 
 little and somewhat chafed, in our red flannel 
 shirts and overall boots, both the one and the 
 other rumpled and wrinkled, decidedly the worse 
 for the wear, but nevertheless in the brightest 
 good-humor returning with smiles, and some 
 times with winks, the inquisitive glances which 
 from door-ways and iron-barred windows sig 
 nalled our coming between two and three 
 o clock in the afternoon we rode into San Jose, 
 the capital of the Republic of Costa Rica. 
 
 Jogging past the Artillery Barracks at the 
 rickety gate of which there stood a sentinel in 
 soiled linen, with sandals of untanned ox-hide 
 strapped to his heels and toes then past the 
 Palace of the Government, concerning which, 
 and the other notable buildings and institutions 
 of San Jose, we shall say a word or two in an 
 other chapter of our Holidays we dismounted 
 at the door of the Hotel de Costa Rica. Ascend- 
 
30G APPENDIX. 
 
 ing the staircase as leisurely and gracefully as our 
 big boots and spurs would permit, we leaned 
 over the banister at the first landing, and wished 
 good-bye to Anselmo. At sundown that myste 
 rious creature set out for Punta Arenas, back the 
 road which Nisus and Euryalus had come, with 
 the three mules struggling behind him, the last 
 being tied by the nose to the tail of the next 
 one, and that one again being made fast in the 
 same way to the other before him. 
 
 Viewing it from the pretty balcony of the 
 room into which we were shown by an amiable 
 fat boy from Heidelberg, whose name was 
 Charlemagne, the capital of Costa Rica appeared 
 to be a compact little city, cross-barred with 
 narrow streets, roofed with red tiles. There 
 were flag-staffs and belfries too, and tufts of 
 shining green foliage breaking through those 
 red tiles breaking through them here and 
 there, and everywhere and beyond and above 
 them, but quite close to us it seemed, were the 
 mountains of San Miguel brown steeps cloven 
 into valleys, and throwing out other heights, 
 abrupt and black, in the deep shadow of which 
 the smoke of the burning forest rolled up slow 
 ly and with a fleecy whiteness, and all over the 
 
APPENDIX. 307 
 
 slopes of which the fields of sugar-cane fairly 
 glittered, their verdure was so vivid. 
 
 May Heaven be with it the bright, young, 
 brave city of the Central Andes the silent but 
 industrious, the modest but prosperous, the 
 inoffensive but undismayed metropolis of the 
 Switzerland of the Tropics ! 
 
 Radiantly reposing there, with the palm-trees 
 fanning it the mangos shadowing its little court 
 yards the snow-white and snow-like blossoms 
 of the coffee-tree, the glossy, smooth, rich foli 
 age of the guaydba and sweet lemon, the orange 
 and banana breaking through the waste of red 
 tiles, and filling the serene air with perfume 
 herds of cattle, the finest in the world, grazing 
 in the paddocks or pot re ros without the suburbs, 
 or with a grand docility toiling through its 
 streets, carrying to the market-place the pro 
 duce of the peasant, or to his home conveying 
 back such accessories to his comfort as the ships 
 from England, Hamburg, Guatemala, and 
 France import, or such as the Panama railroad 
 from more ingenious workshops, for some time 
 past, has hurried up each one at his business, 
 none idle, none too conceited to trade or work 
 an independent spirit, aiming at an independ- 
 
308 APPENDIX. 
 
 ent livelihood, animating all the machinery 
 of the Government working steadily, and for its 
 ordained ends, with a commensurate success, 
 though not, perhaps, with the high pressure and 
 expansion which Democrats of infinite views, as 
 some of us are, might with an impetuous rhetor 
 ic advise a growing desire for a closer inter 
 course with the world, dissipating its fears and 
 prejudices, quickening its intelligence, ennobling 
 its counsels, and opening out, as the proposed 
 new road to the Serapiqui will do, even through 
 the wilderness where no white foot until this 
 day has been, new channels for the enterprise, 
 the resources, and the credit of the country 
 the National Flag, which through the vanishing 
 ranks of no despicable adversaries has been vic 
 toriously borne, flying from the Barracks and 
 the Palace of the Government, kindling in every 
 native heart a just pride and a fearless patriot 
 ism with all this before us, how could we do 
 otherwise than invoke for that brave little city 
 of the Central Andes as I do now and ever 
 shall the sympathies of the American people 
 and the shield of Providence ? 
 
 Oh! may that Providence typified by the 
 vast mountain of Irazu which overshadows it, 
 and which has long since quenched its fires and 
 
APPENDIX. 309 
 
 become a glory instead of a terror to the scene 
 protect it to the end of time ; and safe amidst 
 the everlasting hills prosperous and inviolable 
 through many an improving epoch may it 
 teach the lesson, that nations may be great 
 great in honest industry, great in the goodness 
 of domestic life, great in the less ostentatious 
 arts of peace, great in patriotism, great in hero 
 ism, great in being the living illustration of this 
 inspiring lesson though no navy rides the sea 
 for them, and their territory be small ! 
 
 LIFE IN SAN JOSE. 
 
 The Police are picturesque. A little after 
 sunset, they are mustered in the Plaza and told 
 off for duty. With a carbine slung across the 
 shoulder, a short brass-hilted sword and car 
 touche-box, a torn straw hat, and an old blanket, 
 full of holes, as a uniform, they patrol the silent 
 city until daybreak, calling the hours, whistling 
 the alert every half-hour, and, as their dreary 
 vigils terminate, offering up the oracion del sereno 
 Ave Maria Purissima I in the most dismal 
 recitative. 
 
 They are faithful creatures, however, those 
 ragged Policemen of San Jose. They are duti- 
 
310 APPENDIX. 
 
 ful, vigilant, and brave, though a stranger now 
 and then may come across one of them snoring 
 on the steps of a door-way, as we did occasion 
 ally in our surveys of the city by moonlight. 
 The first time this occurred to us, the poor fel 
 low was bundled up under the heel of an enor 
 mous boot, the original of which stands eight 
 feet high in Chatham-street. The copy, at the 
 corner of the Calle de la PueUa in San Jose, 
 was furnished by an accomplished Filibuster to 
 Mons. Eugenie, the French boot-maker, whose 
 portentous sign it is. The artist was a prisoner 
 of war. But even so, in captivity and defeat 
 he proclaimed his principles. He stuck a spur 
 with an immense rowel into the heel of the gi 
 gantic boot, and gave three cheers for General 
 Walker and the Lone Star ! 
 
 But there is no need of the Police none 
 whatever. Costa Rica is the most temperate and 
 peaceful of countries, and San Jose is the most 
 temperate and peaceful of cities. One might be 
 provoked into saying it was stupidly well- 
 behaved and insipidly sensible. The chiffonnier 
 would have little to do there. The lawyer from 
 the vicinity of the Tombs would fare no better. 
 The entire rascality of the exemplary place is 
 not worth an affidavit. Cock-fighting is the 
 
APPENDIX. 311 
 
 only dissipation the people indulge in, and that 
 on Feasts of Obligation and Sundays exclu 
 sively. 
 
 Being one of the Institutions of the country, 
 it would have never done for Don Kamon and 
 Don Francisco to have overlooked or shunned 
 the Cock-pit. Martyrs to the love of knowledge, 
 they visited it with the purest motives, urged by 
 a curiosity as disinterested as that which might 
 have tempted a perfect stranger an ancient 
 Briton for instance to drop into the Homan 
 amphitheatre in the days of the Thracian prize 
 fights. 
 
 Passing a rude door-way, they came upon an 
 elderly gentleman with a rusty mustache. He 
 was sitting in a chair scooped out of a block of 
 mahogany, and held in his left hand a pack of 
 small printed cards, the tickets of admission to 
 the rascally arena. Having paid him two rials, 
 he drew aside a torn pink calico curtain, and 
 with a gracious entren ustedes Senores, bowed, 
 stroked his mustache, and resumed his col 
 lection of rials. A second after, the Martyrs 
 found themselves in a windy wooden building, 
 which seemed to them, for all the world, like a 
 cow-shed that had been converted into some 
 thing resembling a circus. 
 
312 APPENDIX. 
 
 It was Whitsunday. The place was crowded. 
 All classes of society were represented there. 
 The merchant and the peddler Colonels with 
 blazing epaulets and half-naked privates doc 
 tors, lawyers, Government clerks, fathers of 
 families, genteel gentlemen with ample waist 
 coats and gray heads, youths of eighteen and 
 less =-the latter peppered with the spiciest pert- 
 aess, and boiling all over with a maddening 
 avidity for pesos and cuartas. 
 
 The benches of the theatre rise one above 
 another, forming a square, within which, on the 
 inoist clay floor, enclosed by a slight wooden 
 barrier eighteen inches high, is the fatal ring. 
 In a nook to the right of the pink calico curtain, 
 stands a small table, upon which the knives, the 
 twine for fastening them, the stone and oil for 
 sharpening them, the fine-toothed saw for cut 
 ting the gaffs, and all the other exquisite odds 
 and ends, devised for the deadly equipment of 
 the gladiators, are laid out. The knives used in 
 this butchery are sharp as lancets, and curved 
 like cimeters. While the lists are being 
 arranged, and the armorers are busy lacing 
 on the gyves and weapons of the combat 
 ants, and many an ounce of precious metal 
 is risked on their chances of life and death, the 
 
APPENDIX. 313 
 
 gladiators pertinaciously keep crowing with all 
 their might, and in the glossiest feather saucily 
 strut about the ring as far as their hempen 
 garters will permit them. 
 
 Don Ramon and his friend remarked, the mo 
 ment they entered, that the betting was high 
 and brisk. Gold pieces changed hands with a 
 dazzling rapidity. The Costa Ricans are pro 
 verbial for their economy and caution. Outside 
 the Cock-pit they never spend a medio not so 
 much as half a dime if they can help it. In 
 side this ch armed circle, they are the most prod 
 igal of spendthrifts. One sallow lad particularly 
 struck them. He had neither shoes nor stock 
 ings not so much as a scrap of raw ox-hide to 
 the sole of his foot. But had every pimple on 
 his face been a ruby and his face was a nursery 
 of pimples he could not have been more bold 
 and lavish with his purse. It came, however, to 
 a crisis with him. Stretching across Don 
 Ramon to take the bet of another infatuated 
 sportsman in broad-cloth and embroidered 
 linen, he staked a fistful of gold on a red cock 
 of the most seductive points and perfectly irre 
 sistible spunk. It was all he had in the world. 
 There was a fluttering of cropped wings, a shak 
 ing of scarlet crests, a cross-fire of murderous 
 14 
 
314 APPENDIX. 
 
 glances, a sudden spring, a bitter tussei, fuss 
 and feathers, a pool of blood, and the fistful of 
 gold all that the sallow-skinned pimple-faced 
 prodigal had in the world was gone ! 
 
 A ruthless, senseless, ignoble game, it is fast 
 going out of fashion. There was a time, and 
 that not more than five or six years ago, when 
 the President and the whole of his Cabinet were 
 to be seen in the Cock-pit. But it is seldom, if 
 ever, that a distinguished politician, much less a 
 statesman, even on the eve of an election, is 
 discovered there now. Neither the mind, nor 
 the manhood, nor the heart of the people will 
 suffer when it has been utterly abolished. 
 
 The morning after our arrival, we called on 
 the Bishop of San Jose. His residence is an 
 humble one. Two workmen, tip-toe on ladders, 
 were repairing the plaster over the door-way 
 just as we reached it. Stepping across a perfect 
 morass of mortar, we entered the zaguan. An 
 aged gentleman softly approached us before we 
 had time to call the Portero and send in our 
 cards. 
 
 Tall, thin, sharp-featured, with a yellowish 
 brown skin and long spare fingers, his eye was 
 keen, his step firm, his voice distinct and full. 
 He wore a pectoral gold cross and purple silk 
 
APPENDIX. 315 
 
 cassock. The latter had a waterish look. The 
 purple had been diluted into pink. A velvet 
 cap of the same weak color in great measure 
 concealed his hair, which was short, and flat, 
 and seemed as though it had been dashed with 
 damp white pepper. It was the venerable An- 
 selmo Lorente, the Bishop of San Jose. 
 
 A door stood open on the left of the zaguan. 
 The Bishop pointed to it. He did so with a 
 sweet smile and graciousness. Bowing to him 
 respectfully, we passed into a dull saloon. 
 
 The walls were covered with a winterish pa 
 per, and would have been woefully bare were it 
 not for three paintings which hung from the 
 slim cornice opposite the windows looking into 
 the street. One of these paintings a likeness 
 of Pius the Ninth was really a treasure. A 
 superb souvenir of Rome, it had all the softness, 
 the calmness, the exquisite minuteness of finish 
 which, characterize the works of Carlo Dolce. 
 The likeness ef Anselmo Lorente looked raw 
 and miserable beside it. The third painting 
 represented the ascension of a devout Prelate 
 in full pontificals from the grave. ]?or so glar 
 ing an outrage on canvas, it would have been 
 a just chastisement had the Painter gone down 
 while the Prelate went up. 
 
316 APPENDIX. 
 
 Between the two windows facing these paint 
 ings, there stood a table of dark mahogany. It 
 was covered with faded red moreen, books, 
 pieces of sealing-wax, quills, and papers. An 
 arm-chair stood behind the table. Behind the 
 arm-chair there stood a screen, and from this 
 a canopy projected. Arm-chair, screen, and 
 canopy, everything was covered with faded red 
 moreen. There was neither carpeting nor mat 
 ting on the floor. The boards, however, were 
 warmly coated with dust, the accumulation of 
 months of domestic repose. 
 
 Having read the letters we had handed him 
 on entering, the Bishop rose from the sofa a 
 sad piece of furniture it was and cordially 
 welcomed us to San Jose. The cordiality of 
 the welcome was tempered with dignity. It was 
 the subdued cordiality of age. 
 
 Just then there was a tap at the door. The 
 Bishop was called out for a moment. During 
 his absence, a monk of the Eeformed Order of 
 St. Francis entered the room. He was from 
 Quito. Heavily clothed in a drab gown and 
 cloak, drab hood and trowsers, all cut out of a 
 wool and cotton mixture manufactured in the 
 Andes of Ecuador, with his cropped head, a 
 face the color of pale butter, and a pair of dark- 
 
APPENDIX. 317 
 
 blue spectacles behind which his large black 
 eyes rolled incessantly he was, in truth, a 
 strange apparition. The Archbishop of Ecua 
 dor being dead, and the Archbishop of Panama 
 being absent from that city on a visitation of 
 his diocese, the pious brother of St. Francis had 
 journeyed to Costa Rica to be ordained. 
 
 The Bishop, resuming his seat on the sofa, 
 presented his case of cigarettos it was a dainty 
 little case made of colored straw and invited 
 us to smoke. The holy hobgoblin from Quito 
 taking the media from the table, where it lay 
 coiled up in the inkstand, succeeded, after a 
 number of failures, in striking a light. Where 
 upon he knelt and extended the media to the 
 Bishop. The Bishop having lit his cigar etto, the 
 good monk kissed the episcopal ring, and rising 
 with a profound obeisance, solemnly extin 
 guished the fire. Shortly after, having silently 
 glared at us through his purple spectacles, he 
 bent the knee again, kissed the episcopal ring 
 once more, and with head cast down, tucking 
 his drab gown about him, retreated with a con 
 fused modesty from the room. 
 
 In the midst of fragrant clouds, Senor Lo- 
 rente pleasantly conversed with us. He spoke 
 about the country, its drawbacks, its resources 
 
318 APPENDIX. 
 
 and its prospects, and in a few bright sentences, 
 enunciated with considerable animation, gave 
 us the principal points of its political history. 
 
 It was a deep source of regret to him that the 
 churches of San Jose contained little to interest 
 the stranger. They had no works of art, no 
 paintings, no sculpture, and very few ornaments. 
 The few they possessed were of the humblest 
 description. The Spaniards had concentrated 
 in Guatemala the entire wealth of the Central 
 American church, and, up to this, Costa Rica 
 had been too poor to enrich her altars. In 
 Cartago, however, there were some old and val 
 uable paintings, two or three fine images, 
 shrines, reliquaries, and vestments of costly 
 material and curious workmanship. From the 
 churches, Senor Lorente passed to the Indians 
 of the country. His statements and surmises 
 relative to the Guatusos of the valley of Frio 
 a race living absolutely secluded and permitting 
 no stranger whatever to set foot within their 
 mysterious domain were deeply interesting. 
 Every syllable he let fall upon this subject was 
 eagerly caught up. 
 
 In the end, he referred us to the History of 
 Guatemala by the Archbishop, Francisco de 
 Paula Garcia Pelaez. There was a learned and 
 
APPENDIX. 319 
 
 profound chapter in it devoted to the Guatusos. 
 We should read it. He would give us a copy 
 of the work. It would be a pledge to us of his 
 regard, and of his anxiety to aid us in our laud 
 able researches. He was delighted to find we 
 had been educated by the Jesuits. They were 
 the nobility, the flower, the chivalry of the 
 Church. Her bravest soldiers, they had been 
 her subliniest martyrs. Wherever they were, 
 there was civilization, erudition, eloquence, a 
 disciplined society, an elevated faith, and the 
 loftiest example of magnanimity. It would be 
 well for Costa Rica were they established in 
 the country. But there was an ignorant preju 
 dice against them, and his efforts to obtain ad 
 mission and a recognized standing for them in 
 the Republic, had proved unavailing so far. 
 
 As we rose to take leave, the Bishop opened 
 the door leading into the zaguan, and calling to 
 a young student who was reading in the piazza 
 of the court-yard, desired him to take the His 
 tory of Guatemala from the library, and accom 
 pany us with it to the Hotel. We begged him 
 not to trouble the young student. We could 
 easily take the books ourselves. But the gra 
 cious good Bishop would have his own way. 
 His consideration for us was relentless. ABC! 
 
320 APPENDIX. 
 
 so, we returned to our quarters, followed by the 
 History of Guatemala, in three volumes, and a 
 modest youth in a clerical cloak, and a brown 
 felt hat of the California pattern. 
 
 HOLY WEEK. 
 
 When evening came, the procession which 
 commemorates the interment of Christ, moved 
 slowly and darkly from the great door-way of 
 the Cathedral, and, descending, into the Plaza, 
 entered and passed through the adjoining 
 streets. The aceras or side-walks of these 
 streets were planted with wild canes, round 
 which the leaves of the palm and wreaths of 
 flowers were woven, the carriage-way being 
 strewn with the seimpreviva, the finer branches 
 of the uruca, and the wondrous and beauteous 
 manitas of the guarumo. Curtains of white 
 muslin, festooned with crape or ribbons of black 
 silk and satin, overhung the balconies of the 
 houses along the line of the procession, and at 
 the intersection of the streets were catafalques 
 covered with black embroidered cloth, strewn 
 with flowers, laden with fruit, and luminous 
 with colored lamps and cups of silver. The 
 pioneers of the procession were Brothers of 
 
APPENDIX. 321 
 
 Charity Los Hermanos de la Caridad clothed 
 in long white woollen garments, shapeless and 
 loose as bed-gowns, with white or checkered 
 cotton handkerchiefs, tied with a pig-tail knot, 
 about their heads. These Brothers carried the 
 various insignia of the Crucifixion. The two 
 first balanced a pair of green ladders upon their 
 shoulders. One bore a crown of thorns on a 
 breakfast- tray, another a sponge in a stained 
 napkin, the third an iron hammer and three 
 nails. Then came a swarm of boys with extin 
 guished candles. After them, three young men 
 in ecclesiastical costume appeared, the one in 
 the middle bearing a tall slender silver crucifix 
 the crucifix being shrouded in black velvet 
 the other two holding aloft the thinnest candle 
 sticks, the yellow tapers in which burned with 
 an ashy flame, melting excessively as they feebly 
 gleamed. Close behind the candlesticks and 
 crucifix there walked four priests abreast, each 
 one in soutaine, black cap and surplice. There 
 was a black hood drawn over the black cap, 
 while a black train, the dorsal development of 
 the hood, streamed along the leaf-strewn pave 
 ment a yard or two behind. They were the 
 heralds of a large black silk banner which, had 
 a red cross blazoned on it, and was borne erect 
 
322 APPENDIX. 
 
 by a sickly gentleman in deep mourning. Then 
 came another swarm of boys, clearing the road 
 for a full-length figure of St. John the Evangel 
 ist, which in a complete suit of variegated vest 
 ments, and with the right hand pressed upon 
 the region of the heart, was shouldered along 
 by four young gentlemen, all bare-headed and 
 in full evening dress. A figure of Mary Mag 
 dalene followed that of the Evangelist. It was 
 radiant with robes of white satin and luxuriant 
 tresses of black hair, and the noble beauty of 
 the face was heightened by an expression of in 
 tense contrition. As works of art, these figures 
 are more than admirable. They are exquisite 
 and wonderful. Guatemala, where they have 
 been wrought, has reason to be proud of them. 
 But one, loftier far and statelier than those 
 preceding it, approached. Lifted bayonets were 
 gleaming to the right and left of it, thuribles 
 were rolling up their fragrant clouds around it, 
 pretty children in white frocks, and fresh as rose 
 buds, were throwing flowers in front of it all 
 over the leafy pavement. It was the Mater Do- 
 lorosa. Sumptuously robed, the costliest lace 
 and purple velvet, pearls of the largest size, 
 opals and other precious stones, were lavished 
 on it. From the queenly head there issued rays 
 
APPENDIX. 323 
 
 of silver which flashed as though they were 
 spears of crystal. The black velvet train, de 
 scending from the figure, was borne by a priest. 
 Behind him, carrying long wax candles, were 
 many of the first ladies of the city, all dressed 
 in black silk or satin, their heads concealed in 
 rich mantillas, and these, too, black as funeral 
 palls could be. Some of them were young, ten 
 derly graceful, and of a pearly beauteousness. 
 The matrons, though slim and parched, were 
 dignified and saintly. 
 
 All this, however, was but the prelude to the 
 absorbing feature of the pageant. This was an 
 immense sarcophagus of glass, upheld by some 
 twenty of the most respectable citizens of San 
 Jose, whose step had all the emphasis and gran 
 deur of practised soldiers. Acolytes bearing 
 inverted torches, and smoking censers, and 
 palm-branches covered with crape, went before, 
 flanked, and followed it. And as it was borne 
 along, the spectators at the door-ways, in the 
 balconies, at the windows, on the side-walks, 
 uncovered their heads and knelt. Within the 
 transparent tomb were folds of the finest linen 
 snowy folds strewn with roses a face stream- 
 iug with blood, a crown of thorns, and the out- 
 lino of a prostrate image. The image was that 
 
324 APPENDIX. 
 
 of The Crucified of Calvary. As it passed, 110 
 one spoke. There was not a whisper even. The 
 swelling and subsiding music of the military 
 band heading the column of troops with which, 
 colors furled and arms reversed, the procession 
 closed alone disturbed, at that solemn moment, 
 the peacefulness of San Jose. 
 
 A few hours later there was a very different 
 scene. It was the dawn of Easter Sunday. The 
 clouds lay full and low upon the mountains. 
 San Miguel was a pile of clouds. The dark 
 green base of Irazu alone was visible. The 
 plantations and potreros were overwhelmed with 
 clouds. It was a chaos of clouds all round. 
 Nothing else was distinguishable. Nothing 
 unless, indeed, the lamp at the corner of the 
 Calle del Artilleria, the light from which sput 
 tered through tha thick smoke with which the 
 glass was blurred. But in the midst of this 
 chaos of clouds, the bells of the Cathedral, the 
 Mercedas and the Carmen, suddenly broke loose. 
 Briskly, wildly, violently they rang out ! Again 
 and again rang out ! Again and again, until 
 the riotous air seemed to flash with the strokes ! 
 Again and again, until the drowsy earth seemed 
 to reel and quiver ! 
 
 Then came the rumbling of drums, and tlio 
 
APPENDIX. 3 25 
 
 shrill chorusing of fighting-cocks, and the yelp 
 ing of dogs, and the moaning of the cattle in the 
 suburbs. In less than twenty minutes every 
 house in San Jose was pouring out its inmates 
 pouring them out in ponchas and mantillas, in 
 shawls, velvet-collared cloaks and shirt-sleeves 
 down upon the Plaza. And there as the 
 clouds lifted, and the mountains began to show 
 themselves, and the sun streamed over the 
 broken crest of Irazu a startling spectacle 
 broke upon the view. 
 
 The Plaza was full of people. The spacious 
 esplanade and steps of the Cathedral were 
 thronged to overflowing. The balconies and 
 windows of the houses overlooking the Plaza 
 the balconies and windows of the houses con 
 verging on the Plaza all sparkled and rustled 
 with spectators. Every one was excited every 
 one was chattering every one was smoking 
 every one was laughing every one was on tip 
 toe every one was impatient, fidgety, and nerv 
 ous. There was something in the wind ! 
 
 High above the crowd in the centre of the 
 Plaza rwere four lines of gleaming steel. The 
 troops had formed a hollow square, and within 
 this square, overtopping the lifted bayonets by 
 twenty feet at least, there stood a monstrous 
 
325 APPENDIX. 
 
 gibbet. Fastened together with thongs of raw 
 hide and pieces of old rope, the limbs of this 
 gibbet were gaunt and ghastly enough to scare 
 the boldest malefactor. From the cross-beam, 
 there dangled a foul bundle of old clothes. 
 There was a red night-cap a yellow flannel 
 waistcoat, striped with black, the arms out 
 stretched a pair of torn brown breeches and 
 musty boots, the latter crumpled at the toes and 
 woefully wasted at the heels. Night-cap, boots, 
 and waistcoat all were stuffed with Roman can 
 dles, squibs, and crackers, while the breeches 
 were burdened with a bomb-shell made of the 
 toughest pasteboard and swollen with combusti 
 bles. It was the effigy of Judas Iscariot ! 
 There in the dewy dawn, with the faint soft 
 light of the Easter morn playing on the night 
 cap, in the full strained view of thousands the 
 similacrum of the traitor dangled, slowly turning, 
 half-way round at times, as a puff from the 
 mountains strayed against and elbowed it igno- 
 miniously aside. 
 
 The trumpet having sounded, a barefooted 
 Corporal stepped from the ranks. Erect, emo 
 tionless, with cold solemnity he approached the 
 gibbet, carrying a long spare sugar-cane, at the 
 
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 end of which was a tuft of lighted tow. As he 
 neared the gibbet, the hubbub of the multitude 
 subsided. A profound calm set in. The boys 
 themselves the gamins of San Jose frenzied 
 with fun and mischief as they were huddled 
 together and held their breath a moment. Step 
 by step, gravely measuring his way, the Cor 
 poral still kept on, until at last he came ab 
 ruptly to a halt right under the cross-beam. 
 The sugar-cane was lifted. It touched the left 
 heel of the scoundrel overhead. In the twink 
 ling of an eye, there was a terrific explosion ! 
 The boot flew in shreds flames leapM from the 
 stomach the bomb-shell burst and split the 
 brown breeches into a shower of rags and soot 
 rockets whizzed from the ribs the out 
 stretched arms vanished from their sockets in a 
 gust of sulphur the red night-cap shot up clean 
 out of sight, and, a few seconds after, plopped 
 down in cinders over the sign -board of the 
 Restaurant, next door to the Barracks : all this 
 in less than two minutes, amidst the crashing of 
 drums, the excruciating screams of the boys, the 
 crowing of cocks and the yelping of dogs, the 
 tittering of the modest signoritas and signoras, 
 the gabbling of parrots, a tempestuous flight of 
 
328 APPENDIX. 
 
 stones, and the Lootings, maldicioncs, and up 
 roarious merriment of soldiers and civilians, 
 priests, paupers, and patricians. 
 
 When the smoke cleared off, the back-bone 
 was all that remained of the exploded ruffian. 
 And that being of iron continued to dangle 
 at the end of the rope until the gibbet was low 
 ered. In half an hour, the Plaza had resumed 
 its decorum, loneliness, and silence. 
 
 THE CITY OF CARTAGO. 
 
 Dull and desolate as it habitually is, there are 
 two days out of the seven, when Cartago wakes 
 up. There is Sunday, when the Church-bells 
 prove to distraction the metal they re made of, 
 and the Senoras and Senoritas, with their grace 
 ful draperies of black and colored shawls, glide 
 to and from the churches, and the militia of the 
 District parade and drill all the forenoon in the 
 Plaza, and the most reputable people, the Judi 
 ciary included, indulge in lotteries, vingt-un, and 
 draughts, in the widest and longest room of the 
 Hotel, whenever any such institution contributes 
 to the conveniences, the -cheap dissipation, and, 
 as in the case of Don Carlos, to the ups and 
 downs, the brandy-smashes and bankruptcies, 
 
APPENDIX. 329 
 
 the convulsions and woes of Cartago. On Sun 
 day evenings, moreover, the Band of the little 
 garrison performs in front of the house in which 
 the Governor of the Province resides. But the 
 Thursdays are livelier, though, in the absence 
 of the Band and the Bells, a native might say 
 they were somewhat less musical. Thursdays 
 are market-days in Cartago. 
 
 The Plaza the massive white towers of the 
 Parochial Church on one side substantial one- 
 storied houses, with projecting roofs and bowed- 
 windows, on the other the Cuartd and Gover 
 nor s Audience-Hall in front, all glistening with 
 whitewash, and close behind them, the volcano 
 of Irazu, the sun flashing from its cloven fore 
 head, and the snowy clouds gathering round it, 
 as the Sicilian flocks crowded to the Cyclops 
 these are the outlines of the picture. It is a 
 vivid blending of most of the contrasts of Trop 
 ical life with the majesty of nature. 
 
 The streets leading into the Plaza are thronged 
 thronged with carts and oxen, with mules and 
 muleteers, with soldiers and wandering minstrels 
 thronged with booths and beggars, and with 
 cripples who imploringly work out a fortune 
 with their distorted bones. In the Plaza we have 
 innumerable articles for sale, and, pictorially 
 
330 APPENDIX. 
 
 viewed, the gayest of groups. We have rain 
 bow-colored silk-woven shawls from Guatemala, 
 blankets, and brigand-like jackets with super 
 fluous bright buttons and fringes. We have the 
 cacao-nut in ox-hide bags, which barelegged 
 sinewy fellows have carried up all the way from 
 Matina, and drinking-cups, carved out of the 
 Calabash-fruit with an exquisite nicety of touch 
 and an elaborate richness of design. At other 
 stalls we have English printed-calicoes, bareges, 
 penknives, crockery-ware, scissors, smoothing- 
 irons, scythes, and razors. From the United 
 States, I m sorry to say, we have little or noth 
 ing. There are, to be sure, some American 
 drillings. But that, for the present, with a few 
 coils or sticks of Virginia tobacco, is all we have 
 in the market. Cartago herself contributes hats 
 soft hats made of the fibre of the Century- 
 plant and gold-work, such as chains and arm 
 lets, love-knots and votive baskets, the latter 
 with the most tempting delicacy constructed 
 and redundant with pearls roseate, plump, 
 lustrous pearls from the Gulf of Nicoya. Then, 
 of course, we have oranges, cocoa-nuts, sweet 
 corn, bananas, zapotes, sweet lemons, and grana- 
 dittos, the most liquid and refreshing of fruits, 
 edible palm-tops, which make the most piquant 
 
APPENDIX. 331 
 
 and delicious of salads, blackberries, the blackest 
 and juciest that ever purpled one s lips, and 
 potatoes as mealy and toothsome as any Irish 
 mouth could desire. 
 
 As for the groups and detached figures 
 filling up, though dispersed, through the pic 
 ture there are senoras richly dressed, cooling 
 their bare and glossy heads with the airiest 
 sun-shades, accompanied by their criadas, who 
 carry on their plump shining arms baskets 
 for the purchase their mistresses make. At 
 times you come across a German housewife, 
 with leg-of-mutton sleeves and Leghorn bonnet. 
 The mestizos the women of the country in very 
 loose low-necked dresses of white or colored 
 calico, with bare arms and feet, sit behind their 
 serones of fruit and vegetables, behind their 
 blocks of cheese and chancaca, the coarse brown 
 sugar of the country, or behind a double row of 
 bottles choked with guarapo, the fermented 
 juice of the sugar-cane, and with accents as 
 liquid and refreshing as the guarapo, and with 
 a shy gracefulness if the passer-by happens to 
 be a stranger, expatiate upon the merits of their 
 merchandise, and press their varied commodities 
 for sale. 
 
 Besides their very loose and low-necked 
 
332 APPENDIX. 
 
 dresses of white or colored calico, these win 
 some merchants sport the prettiest pert little 
 hats, some made of straw, others of black, 
 brown, or slate-colored felt. Most of them 
 mount cockades of blue or red silk, and all of 
 them fly, as though they were Kecruiting-Ser- 
 geants, the most bewitching bright ribbons. 
 They are perfect heart-breakers those pert lit 
 tle hats and, to settle the business, the young 
 women of Costa Bica are decidedly handsome. 
 Their figures are full and round, their features 
 regularly cut, their eyebrows richly pencilled, 
 and the well-developed head is set upon a neck 
 which displays to the best advantage the pretty 
 string of beads which few of them dispense with. 
 Their complexion, generally speaking, suggests 
 a conserve of cream and roses. The pure ex 
 hilarating air of the mountains, in the valleys 
 and up the slopes of which two-thirds of the 
 Costa Eican people have their homes, tones 
 down the carnation richness of the Spanish 
 blood, chastens, and with a pearly hue suffuses 
 it. There are, to be sure, some brown, and 
 yellowish, and bronzed, and mottled faces to be 
 met with, and some cases of goitre, but not 
 enough to contradict what I have said, and 
 make it the exception instead of the rule. The 
 
APPENDIX. 333 
 
 old women, however, even those approximating 
 the climax of forty an age, which in these 
 more temperate regions of ours serves only to 
 mature the coloring and give dignity to tiie 
 stature of womanhood are the reverse of what 
 they were in their youth. They are octogena 
 rians at forty. 
 
 To what this premature overcasting of so 
 much beauteousness and light may be owing, I 
 leave the professors of ethnology, as well as the 
 professors of pathology and the chemistry of 
 common life, to determine. For my part, I own 
 up to a vulgar impression, that if there were 
 considerable less vegetables and esculent roots 
 eaten, and considerable more of the poultry, 
 the mutton, and good beef of the country con 
 sumed, the case would be different. 
 
 But however that be, it is time for us to wish 
 good-bye to the Senoras and the Senoritas, 
 which, be they young or old, blooming or faded, 
 it becomes us respectfully to do. This done, to 
 the barefooted soldiers, with muskets and fixed 
 bayonets patrolling the market-place, let us 
 give the salute. To the careteros and arrieros, 
 to the teamsters and mule-drivers, mingling 
 with their mothers, their wives, their pretty 
 daughters and handsome sweethearts, let us 
 
334 APPENDIX. 
 
 bid the national adios adios Senores ! Last of 
 all, to the venerable Deacon of the Diocese 
 a very old and feeble man in faded red si.k 
 soutaine, with a pocket handkerchief of the 
 largest size coiled about his head underneath 
 his umbrageous hat, for the day is hot, though 
 the clouds are mustering fast on Irazu to the 
 Deacon of the Diocese, as he wheezes along, 
 and with his gold-knobbed stick shuffles through 
 the crowd, receiving as he passes, from bent 
 and uncovered heads, the edifying homage of 
 the young and old, let us, too, with reverence 
 for gray hairs and aged limbs, and for the filial 
 love with which he is entitled the Father of his 
 People, incline the head and for the scene 
 from which we now depart, heartily let us wish 
 many and many a recurrence, each succeeding 
 one still happier than the one preceding, in the 
 market-place of old Cartago ! 
 
 THE VOLCANO OF IRAZU. 
 
 It was three o clock in the afternoon, April 
 the 23d, 1858, that, mounted on two strong 
 knowledgeable mules, with the necessary amount 
 of blankets and baskets, we set out from the 
 Hotel de Irazu to the Volcan de Irazu. To our 
 
APPENDIX. 335 
 
 first stopping-place, the road, though rough and 
 broken by huge boulders and fragments of lava- 
 stone, and crisp, quick, bright streams which 
 crossed it, was a gradual ascent. It was an un 
 interesting country, however, we passed through. 
 There were corn-fields, potato-fields, grazing- 
 grounds, and, here and there, a stunted tree by 
 the road-side, but that was all. Yet it mat 
 tered little. For the sky was blue and speck- 
 less, and the air was fresh and bracing, and 
 our mules were nimble and spontaneously pro 
 gressive, and our hearts were light. That es 
 pecially of Don Kamon was so, for he had that 
 day heard of the uprising of the people of Vene 
 zuela, and the recall from banishment of his 
 beloved and aged father ; and his old school 
 fellow participated in his proud joy, and the 
 two, that glorious sweet evening, ascended the 
 volcano of Irazu, as though they themselves 
 were laurelled heroes making a triumphal march. 
 The cattle-farm of Cerado belongs to Nicom- 
 edes Sae ns, a wealthy young Costa Eican, who 
 is at this moment, I believe, completing his 
 education in an Athenian city of the United 
 States. At a height of 1500 feet, it overlooks 
 the dismantled white towers and emerald valley 
 of Cartago. The sea is 7,000 feet below. The 
 
336 APPENDIX. 
 
 greater part of it, though nominally a cattle-farm, 
 is under cultivation, and yields the finest po 
 tatoes, peaches, and quinces, in abundance. 
 From the keen wind which frequently sweeps 
 down from the cone of the volcano, it is sheltered 
 by a broad belt of Alpine oak encino it is called 
 and the guarumo, which closely resembles the 
 Mexican arbol das las manitas, the leaf of which, 
 representing the human hand, has been for 
 generations an object of religious veneration 
 with the natives and peasantry of Mexico. This 
 belt is the haunt of tigers, and there are snakes 
 without end or measure there, those especially 
 of the toboba species, which, though excessively 
 venomous below, the mountaineers persist in 
 saying are innocuous in these colder regions. 
 
 The house itself, like most of the farm-houses 
 of the country, is built of canes and cedar 
 posts, stuccoed outside with mud, and thatched 
 with plantain-leaves and corn-husks. A numer 
 ous family occupies it three daughters, two 
 brothers, a father and mother. One of the 
 daughters is a young widow, whose husband 
 was killed in the campaign against the Fili 
 busters. Her sisters, Manuela and Kafaela, are 
 modest, pretty, white-skinned, black-eyed girls, 
 blushing, smiling, bright-minded, and industri- 
 
APPENDIX. 337 
 
 ous. Manuela wears a rosary of gold round her 
 little neck. The sons are lithe, picturesquely- 
 featured, unobstrusive, active and hard-work 
 ing as their sisters are. The mother is gracious, 
 pious, motherly, and wrinkled, sedulous in her 
 attentions to strangers, and proud as a Spartan 
 dame of the son who was slain in battle. 
 
 The father is a man whom Salvator Kosa 
 should have painted. His name is Benito. 
 Benito is a wny, tall, hardy fellow, with a long, 
 curved, quick-scenting nose, and round full eyes 
 which roll incessantly, and flash at intervals. 
 Night and day, blazing or freezing, his neck, 
 and arms, and chest are bare. A loose coarse 
 flannel shirt, striped like the skin of a tiger, a 
 tattered straw-hat, and blue cotton trowsers, 
 one leg of which is tightly rolled up to the knee 
 while the other dangles in fringes, is the only 
 covering he wears. He is the perfection the 
 Bayard ! of a mountaineer. He knows every 
 rock, every tree, every bird, every root, every 
 beast, every shrub and flower, every reptile, 
 every dead and living thing that Irazu has 
 borne, or still gives birth to. Intelligent in the 
 highest degree, his brain is as quick as his 
 foot, and that has the elasticity of the deer and 
 the glancing speed of the arrow. For years he 
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338 APPENDIX. 
 
 lias trackel the tiger through the oaks that 
 shelter the potrero of Cerado, and elsewhere 
 have root in the rude breast of Irazu, and has 
 wet the lava with the blood of the prowler. 
 Hence he is known as the Tiger-hunter. Far 
 and wide that is his recognized title. 
 
 Two o clock, in the morning having had a cup 
 of delicious chocolate made for us by Manuela 
 and Rafaela, the Rose and Blanche of our wan 
 dering story we left the house at Cerado. A 
 few paces plunged us into the heart of the forest. 
 It was pitch-dark. There was nothing to light 
 us but the lamp of the Tiger-hunter. For an 
 hour and more, it seemed as though we were 
 making our way through a subterranean pas 
 sage. There was the precarious glimmering of 
 the blurred lamp there were the foot-falls of 
 the mules there was the rustling of the leaves 
 and the crackling of the branches as we brushed 
 or struck against them there was at times, far 
 apart, the cry or whistle of some solitary bird. 
 Had sheeted skeletons, grinning and glaring, 
 come upon us, we should not have been sur 
 prised. Moving up so long through this flicker 
 ing darkness, we had come to regard ourselves as 
 spectres or outlaws of the earth, and any kin 
 dred apparition, instead of striking us with dis- 
 
APPENDIX. 339 
 
 may, would have been welcomed with a wild and 
 lawless sympathy. When we least dreamed of 
 it, however, the forest opened tore asunder as 
 it were and through the light of the mellowed 
 moon, we looked down toward the valley out of 
 which we had come. Clouds were over it. 
 They were white clouds clouds of the purest 
 fleece and swan-down, one would think and the 
 light of the mellowed moon, pouring down upon 
 them, made them look like crystal hills veined 
 with gold, rising from an unfathomable lake. 
 
 But it was the vision of a moment only. The 
 forest closed upon us as suddenly as it had 
 opened, and there we were, for another hour or 
 more, through the same low, dark, narrow pas 
 sage as before, stumbling over stones, striking 
 against branches, crouching lest we might be 
 swept off and out of our saddles, coming every 
 now and then to a halt, and leaving the patient 
 mules to their sure instinct. And, finally, the 
 branches growing thicker and spreading them 
 selves lower down the path narrowing the 
 bare and brawny roots tripping us up at every 
 step the stirrup-leathers catching in the thorny 
 undergrowth, the arbutus-briers and yellow- 
 leafed composita interwoven with fern and dwarf 
 laurel forced, at last, to dismount and drag the 
 
340 APPENDIX. 
 
 mules after us in the end, scaling a perpendicu 
 lar ladder a thousand feet high, the rungs of 
 which were fallen trees, deep ruts, shelving 
 stones and rocks there we were, another hour 
 or more, toiling and aching in the dense dark 
 ness Benito, the Tiger-hunter, with his quiver 
 ing blurred lamp, phantom-like, leading the way. 
 
 A second time, suddenly emerging from the 
 forest, in which we left the blackness of the 
 night imprisoned, there broke the light of 
 morning over us on the bleak dumb ridge of 
 Irazu ! 
 
 Below us were the dismantled white towers 
 and emerald valley of Cartago below us were 
 the seven hills and gardens of Paraiso below 
 us were the three rivers, the ancient Indian vil 
 lage, and the sloping forests of Orosi below us 
 were the mountains of the Agua Caliente and 
 the nobler Candellaria beyond us, and above, 
 was the supreme Andean Chain itself. But 
 neither dismantled white tower, nor emerald 
 valley, nor river, nor forest, nor ancient Indian 
 village, nor mountain, nor Andean Chain itself 
 was visible. From the silent, cold, desolate 
 height on which we stood, nothing was to be 
 seen but a wilderness of the whitest clouds 
 nothing was to be seen but an illimitable frozen 
 
APPENDIX. 341 
 
 sea, through which, as the sun ascended, the 
 isolated peaks, and then the surging ridges of 
 the loftier mountains, one by one, as though 
 they were newly-discovered cliffs and islands, 
 rose up and glittered. And then as we breath 
 lessly gazed upon it, and our eyes filled up with 
 dazzling tears, and we sank upon the ashes sub 
 dued by fatigue, and from sharp cold and over 
 straining were incapable of speech, and well-nigh 
 were deprived of vision over this frozen sea 
 there floated an enormous purple cloud streaked 
 with crimson. A dismasted war-ship, it seemed 
 to us, drifting through fields of ice and icebergs 
 into the Antarctic solitudes. After all our 
 climbing after all our groping in the dark 
 after all our stumbling over stones and roots 
 after all our scrambling through thick-set oaks, 
 fern, dwarf-laurel and arbutus-briers after all 
 our ups and downs, fears and superstitions, per 
 vading shadows and sudden lights, swimming 
 eyes and reeling brains behold our goal and 
 recompense in the crater of Irazu ! 
 
 Exhausted with its convulsions, it yawns there 
 calmly, though coldly and dismally, in the pure 
 sweet light of the morning, the Gladiator in 
 Repose ! 
 
 Standing with folded arms on the brink of 
 
342 APPENDIX. 
 
 that abyss, what is the thought that overwhelms 
 and subjugates the mind ? It is that of terrific 
 strength entranced in solitude. Standing there, 
 you feel as though you had been spirited from 
 the living world, and were in the presence of 
 a creation which, thousands of years ago, had 
 been lost, and which it had been reserved for 
 you to find, or which, glowing for the first time 
 with the breath of the Creator, was not yet 
 perfect, and had still to be divulged. 
 
 It grows brighter and warmer, however, and 
 the sensations and fancies the vision first ex 
 cited, having, like a wild throbbing sea, gone 
 down, you become reconciled to and familiar 
 with the place at home, in fact, though fright 
 fully out of the way and wrapping your blue 
 or red California blanket about you, for there s 
 nothing in this miserable world comparable to 
 it when one s up in the clouds you commence 
 to take outlines and notes. Don Ramon and 
 Don Francisco, steadying themselves a little, at 
 tempted to do so. But, first of all, they found 
 they had to take something. 
 
 What is Something ? 
 
 It depends on tastes and is controlled by 
 circumstances. Under these conditions, it may 
 be Cogniac or Monongahela, brown Sherry, 
 
APPENDIX. 343 
 
 Apple-Jack, Jersey-Lightning, Bourbon, or Ca- 
 tawba. With us it was old Scotch whisky. 
 And that old Scotch whisky, at that moment, 
 was to us what the amrita the Drink of Im 
 mortality administered by the Mystic Sisters 
 was to the warriors of the Sanscrit Mythology. 
 Invigorated and enlivened by it, what was it we 
 pencilled off and noted down ? Why this that 
 we were in the crater of Irazu, which had so 
 horribly disgorged itself in 1723, and had ever 
 since kept grumbling to the disquietude and dis 
 may of thousands that the crater was an am 
 phitheatre with broken walls, 7,500 feet in cir 
 cumference, throwing up a cone of ashes and 
 rapilli, 1000 feet in height that the floor on 
 which we stood had exploded, or caved in, to 
 the depth of 50 fathoms that in the lower 
 floor, loose and shelving as it was, there were 
 four openings, out of one of which came puffs of 
 sulphurous smoke that we had been warned 
 not to descend, for though the descent was easy, 
 the ascent, owing to the shifting lava-sand, 
 was exhausting in the extreme, if it was not 
 fatally impracticable that in the last eruption, 
 that of 1841, the flood of lava had rushed 
 over a precipice of 2,000 feet, had spent itself 
 in the densely-wooded wilderness to the North, 
 
344 APPENDIX. 
 
 and thus spared the city and the valley 
 of Cartago, sprinkling, instead of deluging, the 
 latter in its ravenous ebullition this is what 
 we pencilled off and noted down. Had the 
 weather been clearer, in one glance w r e might 
 have seen the two great oceans, the Atlantic and 
 Pacific. This is the crowning recompense of 
 the ascent of Irazu. But John L. Stephens was 
 more fortunate, and he has left us, in his clear 
 and vivid words, the impression of what he 
 saw and felt, when, as we did, he stood on the 
 ridge, and looked out, wide over the remote 
 world from the crater of Irazu. 
 
 THE LAST DAYS. 
 
 Crossing the valley of Uj arras, we visited the 
 coffee-plantation of Dr. George Guirey, of Phil 
 adelphia, where we met with a cordial hospital 
 ity, encountered another colony of monkeys, 
 who furiously evinced on our heads their aver 
 sion to foreigners, visited the Falls of the Berbis 
 grander still than those of the Macho, the 
 torrent, leaping from the abrupt ledge above, 
 being but a misty speck in the chasm, five hun 
 dred feet below and where we ate, drank, talked 
 preposterous politics, shouted the Marse.ittaise, 
 
APPENDIX. 345 
 
 spread ourselves on Manifest Destiny and ox 
 hides, smoked, drank again, and finally fell off 
 to sleep to the roar of the Heventazon. 
 
 Starting from the Doctor s at sunrise, we 
 travelled for miles with Pedro over a narrow 
 quagmire running along the face of the moun 
 tains of Cervantes. Gigantic laurels, arbores 
 cent ferns, oaks and cedars, wild fig-trees of 
 enormous girth, overspread the soaking path, 
 entangled or towered above it, while, here and 
 there, streams gurgled across it, tumbling into 
 the precipice we overlooked, the profound 
 silence, at times, being broken only by the shrill 
 clarion-notes of the wild turkey, the nervous 
 springing of the deer through the thickets, the 
 booming of the wild peacock, the creaking of 
 the trapiche, crushing the sugar-cane in some 
 lonesome clearing in the forest, the cavernous 
 voices of the howling monkeys, or the rumbling 
 of distant thunder. As the day brightened, we 
 entered the sugar-plantation of Naranjo, one of 
 the finest in the country, and breakfasted there 
 on oranges, plucking the fruit from the tree, 
 without dismounting from our mules. This 
 over, away we went, down a break-neck hill, the 
 vegetation growing ranker and the air more 
 sultry, until, at last, looking up from the valley 
 
34G APPENDIX. 
 
 into which we had descended, we beheld the 
 volcano of Turrialba the volcano of the White 
 Tower with its vast pillar of smoke and fire, 
 belted with an impervious forest of palm remote, 
 mysterious, awe-inspiring, inaccessible it is said 
 looming against the sky ! 
 
 That volcano is a terror to the people the 
 burning agony of it is incessant no human 
 foot has scaled it none have dared the exploit 
 and the poor Indian, with his clouded brain 
 growing darker and stormier with the belief, 
 tells you that the Great Fiend dwells there, and 
 that they are lost who venture to ascend. The 
 dense primeval forest, the ravines and chasms, 
 the vast fields of lava, the perpendicular bare 
 smooth rock, springing up several feet from 
 them to the lips of the surging crater, all which 
 are clearly visible from below, these are what 
 to this day have rendered it fearful and inscru 
 table. 
 
 Three weeks after our ride to the valley of 
 Turrialba, I had crossed the Cordilleras, and, 
 having descended the road -to La Muelle, and 
 thence floated down the Serapiqui and San 
 Juan in a bungo to Grey town, I was on board 
 the Jamestown, U. S. sloop-of-war, the guest of 
 
APPENDIX. 347 
 
 her genial and accomplished Captain. Don 
 Ramon had returned to Panama by the route 
 we had come. 
 
 Looking back towards the mountains, among 
 which we had spent these pleasant Holidays, I 
 saw the volcano of the White Tower, high in 
 the heavens, burning in the gray light of the 
 dawn, in another world it seemed to me, so re 
 mote and isolated was it. That it was unknown 
 as though it belonged in reality to another 
 world, millions of miles away, and that they, 
 who lived nearest to it, were those who most 
 feared to tempt the solitude which invests it, 
 and that it stands there, to this hour, in its un- 
 violated grandeur, exciting, while it repels, the 
 curiosity and hardihood of those who would add 
 it as another trophy to the conquests of Sci 
 ence and the audacity of the Age, I could not 
 help feeling sad and abashed to think. But, 
 when my thoughts reverted to the country of 
 which the Flag above me was the glowing type, 
 and when the exploits of her explorers at the 
 same time recurred to me, and her pioneers and 
 fleets crowded upon my vision, the conviction 
 arose within me, that the day will come when 
 the gold of the Estrella shall return to light, 
 
348 APPENDIX. 
 
 and the secrets of the valley of the Frio shall 
 be made known, and Tursialba shall be scaled. 
 In that pillar of smoke by day in that pillar of 
 flame by night I read the sublime promise of 
 confirmed liberty to the land, wealth, and power, 
 instead of comparative insignificance and hum 
 ble fortunes, the wilderness a garden, arid for 
 mankind, going up there from the ends of the 
 earth to the high places thereof, a purer happi 
 ness, a statelier altitude, and a brighter aspect. 
 
 Inwardly to behold this vision, and boldly to 
 disclose it, no gift of prophecy, no hazardous 
 philosophy, deducing its predictions from the 
 laws of science or the analysis of human prog 
 ress, not even that spirit of poetry, which some 
 times gives to the illiterate the wisdom of the 
 philosopher and to the profane the infallibility 
 of the prophet, is wanting. From the great 
 Book of Nature, which is open to all, which all 
 can read, and from which the humblest mind 
 seldom fails to derive lessons of high hopeful 
 ness and expansive forethought, for the land of 
 the vanished Aztec I predict an unexampled 
 renovation. 
 
 A permanent barrier to the encroachments of 
 the two great seas, and gradually rising from 
 
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 their level in a series of ample terraces, each 
 exhibiting its peculiar forms of animal and vege 
 table life, each its peculiar soil and climate, 
 each its adaptability for some special physical 
 condition, thus, step by step, developing the 
 whole phenomena of creation, until, as in Costa 
 Eica, at a height varying from three to four 
 and six thousand feet, it rolls off into extensive 
 plateaus or table- lands, divided by parallel and 
 intersecting chains of mountains, crowned with 
 fortresses like that of Turrialba, and pouring 
 down, on their errands of health and fruitful- 
 ness, waters that never fail, Central America 
 presents, in the language of Senor Astaburuaga, 
 to the lover of nature, to the man of science, to 
 the agriculturist, to those who prefer the pas 
 toral cares, to those who covet the precious 
 metals, to the merchant, the most ambitious 
 and insatiable, as, indeed, to the industrious 
 and adventurous of every denomination, a field 
 of incomparable novelty and exhaustless wealth. 
 In a word, the forests, the rivers, the mines, the 
 valleys with which it abounds all teeming and 
 overflowing with the treasures of nature con 
 stitute it in itself a New World, which, in the 
 partial obscurity that encompasses it, seems to 
 
350 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 have been reserved, by a Providence of infinite 
 views, for future generations, and for an exhibi 
 tion of happiness and glory which shall trans 
 cend the fortunes and achievements of this day, 
 justly prized and applauded as they are. 
 
MEAGHER S LAST HOUES. 
 
 [THE following is an authentic account of the 
 closing hours of General Meagher s life, and the 
 manner of his death, kindly furnished by Mr. 
 John T. Doran, of St. Louis, who at the time of 
 the unfortunate occurrence was pilot of the 
 steamer G. A. Thompson, lying at Fort Benton, 
 which the author acknowledges with thanks :] 
 
 " ST. Louis, Dec. 16, 1869. 
 " CAPTAIN "W. F. LYONS : 
 
 " DEAR SIR A very severe illness has com 
 pelled me to defer an answer to your letter, but 
 realizing the importance of your request, I reply 
 at my earliest convenience, though my health 
 compels me to call the pen of a friend to my as 
 sistance. I will endeavor to communicate with 
 out elaboration the circumstances of General 
 Meagher s death, believing that I am conver 
 sant with all the facts, as I was with him con- 
 
352 APPENDIX. 
 
 stantly on the day of the sad occurrence, and 
 was the last man that spoke to him on earth. 
 
 " In the spring of 1866 I was pilot on the 
 steamer Ontario, bound for Fort Benton. 
 Among the passengers was Mrs. Gen. Meagher, 
 on her way to join her husband in the mountain 
 country. My position on the boat placed in 
 my power many opportunities of extending 
 trifling courtesies to her ; and knowing the high 
 esteem in which her husband was held by the 
 country, and being acquainted with his previous 
 history, I endeavored, as far as lay in my power, 
 to obviate the weariness of the long and tedious 
 voyage. General Meagher attached undue im 
 portance to this, and ever after, though it would 
 be presumption for me to say that we w T ere 
 friends, yet I had much reason to believe that 
 he ever entertained the kindliest feeling towards 
 me. So much by way of preface, which is not 
 altogether unnecessary, as it partially explains 
 the subsequent events. 
 
 " The following year I became pilot of the 
 steamer G. A. Thompson, which left St. Louis 
 in the early part of April, and arrived at Fort 
 Benton June 29th, 1867." On our arrival in port 
 we found there the steamers Guidon and Amelia 
 Poe, about one hundred yards apart from each 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 353 
 
 other, and we anchored between the two, about 
 equal distance from each. Shortly after land 
 ing I went up to the upper boat (Amelia Poe), 
 and while fishing from her lower deck I saw a 
 troop of about twelve horsemen riding into 
 town. I afterwards discovered that they were 
 General Meagher and staff. Wearying soon of 
 the piscatorial sport, I went to the provision 
 store of J. G. Baker, and in aback room of the 
 establishment I discovered General Meagher 
 reading a paper. Looking up and immediately 
 recognizing me, he greeted me most warmly, 
 and both seating ourselves, we engaged in a long 
 conversation. 
 
 " He informed me that on his road into Ben- 
 ton he was very sick, at Sun River, for six days 
 that the object of his present visit was to 
 procure arms and equipments for a regiment he 
 had already raised to fight against the Indians ; 
 and learning that the required articles were not 
 there but at Camp Cook, 120 miles below, he ex 
 pressed his determination to proceed to the 
 aforesaid place the next day. He also spoke in 
 the most tender and affectionate terms of his 
 wife, residing at Helena, saying that in their 
 mountain home they were as happy as two 
 thrushes in a bush. Finally, dinner-time com- 
 
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 ing on, and learning that he was stopping at 
 no particular place, I invited him down to the 
 boat to dine, an invitation which he accepted. 
 After dinner we walked through the town, and 
 meeting numerous friends, we were invited on 
 several occasions to partake of the hospitalities 
 always urgently extended to strangers in this 
 section of the country ; and on each instance the 
 General politely but firmly refused to accede to 
 their request, saying that his experience at Sun 
 Kiver Lad given him a distaste for such amuse 
 ment. Thus, in walking and talking, we spent 
 the afternoon, and towards evening wended our 
 way to the boat (Thompson) to take tea. The 
 sun had just begun to go down as we took our 
 chairs out on the guards of the boat, and as the 
 weather was very pleasant, we lit our cigars and 
 commenced reading. I lent the General a book 
 I had brought from the States ; it was the Col 
 legians, by Gerald Griffin. He seemed to pe 
 ruse it with great attention for about half an 
 hour, when, suddenly closing it, he turned to me 
 and said very excitedly, * Johnny, they threaten 
 my life in that town ! As I passed I heard 
 some men say, " There he goes." I endeavored 
 to persuade him that his fears were utterly 
 groundless, as indeed they were, for there was 
 
APPENDIX. 355 , 
 
 not one man in the Territory who did not love \ 
 him. He then asked me if I was armed, and 
 on my assuring him that I was, he desired to 
 see my pistols. I immediately produced two 
 navy revolvers (every one is armed in that coun 
 try) ; and he seeing that they were loaded and 
 capped, handed them back to me.* Perceiving 
 that he was wearied and nervous, I persuaded 
 him to retire to his berth. By this time it was 
 pitch-dark, the hour being about half-past nine. 
 He begged me not to leave him ; but on my as 
 suring him that it would be only for a few mo 
 ments, and I would return and occupy the upper 
 berth, he retired. I fixed the clothes about 
 him, locked the door of the state-room, and 
 went down on the lower deck. Now the lock 
 on the door leading into the cabin was very de 
 fective, but I did not mind it much as I intended 
 to return without delay. I had been on the 
 lower deck but a short time when I heard a 
 splash in the dark waters below, immediately 
 followed by the cry of man overboard. I 
 rushed towards the water, and the engineer sa 
 luted me with, Johnny, it s your friend. To 
 
 * During his conflict with the politicians Meagher had 
 been frequently threatened. 
 
350 APPENDIX. 
 
 have jumped in would not only have been use 
 less but almost certain death, as the river there 
 was about twelve feet deep, and with a current 
 rushing at the rate of nine miles an hour ; and 
 furthermore, it was so dark that no object could 
 be discerned. Accompanied by several others 
 I ran down on the shore towards the Guidon, 
 which lay fifty yards below ; in the mean time 
 hearing two agonizing cries from the man, the 
 first one very short, the last prolonged, and of 
 the most heart-rending description. We rushed 
 into the wheel of the steamer and lowered our 
 selves hip-deep in the water, clinging with our 
 hands to the wheel, while others threw out 
 ropes and boards, but all of no avail. The next 
 day cannons were fired, the river dragged, and 
 the shores and islands searched, but all to no 
 purpose. 
 
 " The river below is dotted with innumerable 
 small islands, of different and various areas, the 
 activity of hostile Indians preventing us from 
 exploring the ones farthest down ; and no doubt 
 the body of the gallant but unfortunate Gen 
 eral was washed ashore on one of them, for 
 though I wrote descriptive letters to all the 
 forts below, I never heard any tidings of it. 
 
 " These, Captain, are the particulars of Gen. 
 
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 357 
 
 Meagher s death, of which I know more proba 
 bly than any one else. Hoping that they may 
 be of some little service to you, 
 
 " I am, yours respectfully, 
 
 "JOHN T. DOKAJ*. 
 
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