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| PARNELL'S MEMORIAL CAR.- The Irish are not by nature a gloomy, misanthropic or grief-borrowing people. Indeed, their natural disposition is gay and lively. They sorrow profoundly, but they recover their cheerfulness rapidly, and in no race is the bump of hopefulness, both as regards this world and the one to come, more generously developed. A solemn, "lonesome," grewsome person, be the same male or female, is not popular in Ireland, or with the Irish anywhere. They have no use for "walking funerals." But, in the case of Parnell everything contributed to make the hapless nation morbidly sad. His brief, bright and phenomenally successful political career; his sturdy patriotism, organizing genius and dauntless courage in the face of the hereditary enemy; his fatal mis-step and sudden, tragical fall-all these circumstances combined to cast a gloom on the spirits of his people, when death smote him down, and they felt that they had, as a majority, judged him too harshly, and by abandoning their gallant chief to "the Saxon wolves howling for his destruction," unwittingly played into the hands of crafty England, with ther "non-conformost conscience." The memorial car shown above blossoms with woe. Every flower that adorns it springs from a thorn in Ireland's heart. Over Parnell's bier the tears of his country are congealed to mourning wreaths: And there is trophy, banner and plume, And the pomp of death, with its darkest gloom, Killeevy, O Killeevy! O'ershadows the Irish chieftain's tomb By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy. |
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