your mountains go
To feel the scourge of foreign fever,
Swear to serve the faithless foe
Who lures you from your land for ever,
Swear henceforth its tools to be
To slaughter trained by ceaseless drilling,
Honour, home, and liberty
Abandoned for a Saxon shilling.
Go--to find 'mid crime and toil
The doom to which such guilt is hurried,
Go--to leave on Indian soil
Your bones to bleach, accursed, unburied,
Go--to crush the just and brave
Whose wrongs with wrath the world are filling,
Go--to slay each brother slave,
Or spurn the blood-stained Saxon Shilling.
Irish hearts! why should you bleed,
To swell the tide of English glory?
Aiding despots in their need,
Who've changed our green so oft to gory?
None save those who wish to see
The noblest killed, the meanest killing,
And true hearts severed from the free,
Will take again the Saxon Shilling.

The British soldier is the meanest killing the noblest. The poet's
name is Buggy. All this is very surprising. Painted by Paddy Mr. John
Bull, J.P., will hardly recognise himself. Throughout the Nationalist
literature he is represented as a liar, a coward, a bully, a
hypocrite, a tyrant, and a robber. If he now consented to be made the
instrument of persons whose ascertained opinions exactly harmonise
with those enunciated above, the epithets of Fool and Idiot will
doubtless be added to the list. And in this instance the evil speakers
would be quite right. _Quod demonstrandum est._

Killygordon, July 29th.

No. 55.--A TRULY PATRIOTIC PRIEST.

The rhythmical rocking of the little engine of the West Donegal line
running across from Killygordon seemed to say ceaselessly--

Here's a health to ye, Father O'Flynn,
Slainthe (health), and slainthe, and slainthe agin--
Powerfullest pracher, an' tinderest tacher,
An' kindliest crature in ould Donegal!

Father O'Flynn must have been like a priest I met on Sunday, a
Loyalist and a Conservative. Priests of the old school are becoming
scarcer and scarcer every year, but one or two still exist. They do
not "get on." It is understood that their political attitude forbids
promotion. A priest who confesses to a respect for the Queen is not
likely to be acceptable to the multitude. A priest who believes that
the British laws are just and equitable, and that things would be
better remaining as they a