Posts Tagged ‘Ireland’

St. Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2012

Image from the Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892

ST. PATRICK’S DAY.

St. Patrick came, St. Patrick went,
And a — wae us;
We’ve lost a Saint that Heaven sent
To guard o’er us.
And when our isle will see him back,
No one dare say;
But a star o’er an Irish shack
Will shine some day.
So rise again, ye marble halls,
And wake ye ancient voice,
And sound again that Irish harp
That made our hearts rejoice.
And let our hornmen to the hills,
Our heralds o’er the sea;
To spread the news that he has come
To set auld Ireland free!

St. Patrick kind and Mary queen
Let them approach!
With all our fairies drest in green,
Drawing their coach;
And a white winged escort of doves
Fanning the air.
Oh! light is the crown of our loves
That they will wear.
So mount ye lords and ladies fair,
On chargers white as snow,
And ride ye to your Irish halls —
Your rights of long ago —
And if our hornmen ne’er return,
In Heaven then they’ll be,
To spread the news that he has come,
And set auld Ireland free!

MASTER EMERY,
416 Eighth street, Oakland, Cal.

Oakland Tribune (Oakland, California) Mar 16, 1906

My Land – Ireland

March 16, 2012

She is rich and rare land;
Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land!
She is a dear and rare land —
This native land of mine.

No men than hers are braver —
Her women’s hearts ne’er waver;
I’d freely die to save her
And think my lot divine.

She’s not a dull or cold land —
No! she’s a warm and bold land;
Oh, she’s a true and old land —
This native land of mine.

Could beauty ever guard her,
And virture still reward her,
No foe could cross her border,
No friend within it pine.

Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land!
Oh, she’s a true and rare land!
Yes, she’s a rare and fair land —
This native land of mine.

–Thomas Davis.

Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892

An Irish Ghost Story

March 16, 2012

An Irish Ghost Story.

[St. James Gazette.]

A remarkable case was heard on Saturday in Dublin. Mr. Waldron, a solicitor’s clerk, sued his next-door neighbor, who was a mate in the merchant service, named Kiernan, to recover £500 damages for injuries done to his house by, as he alleged, the defendant and his family. Kiernan denied the charges, and asserted that Waldron’s house was haunted, and that the acts complained of were done by spirits or some person in plaintiff’s place.

Evidence for the plaintiff was to the effect that every night, from August to January, his hall-door was continually being knocked at, and his windows broken with stones, which came from the direction of the defendant’s premises. Mrs. Waldron swore that one night she saw one of the panes of glass in the window cut through with a diamond, and a white hand inserted through the hole so made in the glass. She caught up a billbook and aimed a blow at the hand, cutting one of the fingers completely off; the hand was then withdrawn, but on her examining the place she could find neither the finger nor any traces of blood.

On another occasion the servant, hearing mysterious knockings, fell down with fright, upsetting a pail of water over herself. Mr. Waldron armed himself with a rifle and revolver, and brought a detective into the house, while several policemen watched outside. They, however, could find nothing.

Kiernan’s family, on being accused of causing the noises, denied it, suggested it was the work of ghosts, and advised the Waldrons to send for a Roman Catholic clergyman to rid the house of its terrors. A police constable swore that one evening he saw Waldron’s servant kicking the door with her heels at about the time the rapping usually commenced. Chief Justice Morris said the affair suggested the performances of the Davenport Brothers or Maskelyne and Cook. It was quite inexplicable from the absence of motive, and remained shrouded in the mysterious uncertainty of the man with the Iron mask, the authorship of the Junius Letters, or Why Anderson Left Dycer’s.

The jury found for the defendant.

Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas) Mar 23, 1885

Innisfail

March 15, 2012

INNISFAIL.

[This poem was written by Michael Davitt in Portland prison.]

In England’s felon garb we’re clad, and by her vengeance bound;
Her concentrated hate we’ve had — her justice never found.
Her laws, accurs’d, have done their worst; in vain they still assail
To crush the hearts that beat for thee, our own loved Innisfail.

Nor can the dungeon’s deepest gloom but make us love thee more;
We’d brave the terrors of the tomb to keep the oath we swore.
In chains or free, to live for thee, and never once to quail
Before the foe that wrought such woe to our loved Innisfail.

From Irish mothers’ hearts has flowed this sacred love of thee,
And Erin’s daughters’ cheeks have glowed that love in deeds to see;
A coward born fair lips will scorn, while joyously they hail
The hearts that beat for love of thee, our own loved Innisfail.

Then let our jailers scowl and roar when cheerful looks we wear;
The patriot’s God that we adore will shield us from despair.
Fair bosoms rise and love drawn sighs by mountain, stream and vale,
And day and night in prayers unite for us and Innisfail.

Here, chained beneath the tyrant’s hand, by martyrs’ blood we swear
To Freedom and to Fatherland we still allegiance bear;
Nor felon’s fate nor England’s hate nor hellish-fashioned jail
Shall stay this hand to wield a brand one day for Innisfail.

Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892

Robert Cochran Barclay: Minnesota Pioneer

January 22, 2010

Robert Barclay, County Pioneer, Dies at Huron

Funeral Services to Be Conducted at Stockton Thursday.

Stockton, Minn. — (Special to The Republican Herald)– Funeral services for Robert Cochran Barclay, one of Winona county’s pioneers, who died May 24 at 8:30 p.m. at the home of his daughter, Mrs. W.H. Buck, Huron, S.D., will be conducted Thursday at 2:30 p.m. at the Stockton Methodist church. The Rev. R.J. Potter of the McKinley Methodist church, Winona, will officiate. Burial will be in the Stockton cemetery. The Veterans of Foreign Wars will have charge at the grave. The body is to arrive at Lewiston tomorrow.

Mr. Barclay who was 92 years old, had been ill since February 1. Death was due to the infirmities of age.

He was born at Clarion, near Pittsburgh, Pa., January 6, 1844, and was a member of one of the last of the old pioneer families of Winona county, having come to Minnesota territory in July 1854. Winona was then a small town located near where the steamboats landed. V. Simpson had a large warehouse and A.B. Smith a hotel where the Barclays stayed a few days while waiting for the ox teams to come for them.

Indian Village Near Elba.

There was quite a large settlement at Minnesota City at that time and also a large Indian village of more than 500 teepees at Elba where there were Winnebago Indians. There were no towns at Stockton, Lewiston, Utica or St. Charles. Mr. Barclay’s father, Arthur Barclay and his wife, Lilly Hineman Barclay, came to the United States from Raphoe county, Donegal, Ireland, in 1833. They worked in the coal mines near Pittsburgh for a few years and then came west by river, down the Ohio and up the Mississippi to Dubuque, Iowa. There Barclay left his wife and smaller children while he and his two older sons joined a party of men which included Robert Crooks, John Bole and Alec McCully, who had heard about Minnesota.

These men bought land at $1.25 an acre from the government and built their homes in Elba township. The Barclays built the first house in Elba township, and as the other men were not married they lived there until the spring planting was done. Mr. Barclay sent for his family at that time and they came in July, 1854, by steamboat and from Winona by oxen to Knopp’s Creek up Gilmore Valley where trees had been cut to let the teams through to the open prairie.

Recalled Big Catch.

Mr. Barclay often spoke of the groves of trees, large oak trees, flowers, birds and wild game. He often recalled catching three brook trout July 4, 1855, in the Whitewater which weighed nine pounds.

In there first years there, the nearest grist mill was at Decorah, Iowa, and they drove there with their first wheat to be ground into flour. There was a good road most of the way, the road going near the present site of Chatfield. There were eight children in the family, two girls and six boys. When the civil war started one son was in the United States army and two other sons enlisted. Then Robert ran away from home and enlisted. He was brought home twice by his father who finally consented and he joined the same company in which his brothers were enlisted.

Image from the back cover of Brackett’s Battalion: Minnesota Cavalry in the Civil War and Dakota War by Kurt Bergemann.

They were in the four companies of cavalry, known as Brackett’s battalion of the Minnesota Volunteer Cavalry. In 1864, the battalion was called back to Minnesota to defend the frontier from the depredations of the Sioux Indians. The battalion was mustered out of service May 16, 1866, at Fort Snelling, and had the distinction of having seen the longest service of any volunteer organization in the Civil war.

Last Survivor.

Mr. Barclay was the last survivor of the battalion. After the war, he returned to his father’s farm and worked there until he married Madoliene O’Callaghan of Stockton, June 17, 1875. She died April 2, 1935, at Huron. They bought a farm near Stockton and lived there until 1893, when they moved to Winona to reside. They moved to Huron in 1920.

Mr. Barclay was a member of the Masonic lodge for 61 years, a member of the Killpatric post, G.A.R., and had been a member of the John Ball post, Winona. Survivors are four children, Thomas H. Barclay, Jacksonville, Fla., and Hugh C., Robert M., and Mrs. Buck, Huron, and five grandchildren, Gladys Farrell, Merle Barclay, Harold Barclay, Richard Barclay and Cloyd Buck.

Winona Republican-Herald – May 26, 1936

Tom Crimmons Still Does his Daily Dozen

January 22, 2009
Tom Crimmons 1938

Tom Crimmons 1938

“Tom” Crimmons, 100, Tells His Reasons for Long Life
(Excerpt from article about 2 old residents)

NEBRASKA may have its off moments of heat and drouth and grasshoppers, but it seems a likely center for longevity…

Mr. Crimmons, born in County Cork, Ireland, found barren prairie when he went to Holt county, with herds of buffalo and other wild game an ordinary sight on the present Atkinson location. White settlers were few; hostile bands of Indians added to the troubles of the scattered settlers.

Born when Martin Van Buren was president of the United States, which was pretty much of an unknown land, Mr. Crimmons has an alert mind; reads with a glass, keeping abreast of current events; has had little dental work done; is erect in carriage. His hearing is somewhat impaired and he walks with a cane, due to a very serious accident.

Does Daily Dozen.
Early risers in Atkinson see Mr. Crimmons doing his daily dozen, lusty wood chopping. Only a few days before his birthday, he felled a huge dry cottonwood, although he admitted it was a bit hot for hewing to the line. His favorite relaxation is to sit in his porch rocker with his newspaper, to smoke. Mr. Crimmons and his brother-in-law, Thomas Hanrahann, who went to the county in 1880, live together, do all the household tasks and make a very good job of them.

Mr. Crimmons served four years in the Irish militia and worked on the Queenstown docks. At the age of thirty-one, in March, 1869, he came to this country, obtained employment on the Salem, Mass., docks, shouldering loads of 300 pounds and more with the greatest of ease. After eight years, he took up residence five miles from Atkinson, where his brother had preceded him by two years.

Haystacker and John Deere Tractor 1929

Haystacker and John Deere Tractor 1929

Years ago, the fork of a haystacker fell on Mr. Crimmons, breaking both legs and arms and mangling and crushing his hands. It was believed that if he did live, he would be a total invalid. He eventually laughed at all the dire prophecies. When he was eighty-eight, Mr. Crimmons had a severe illness, and again his life was despaired of. Again he laughed. He has not had a serious illness since that time.

In early days he was personally acquainted with many interesting pioneer characters. He was well acquainted with Doc Middleton, notorious Nebraska outlaw. When asked what he thought of Middleton, he replied: “I knew him well … regardless of what folks say he never robbed or harmed the poor settlers of this territory. He was a good man … but he traveled with a tough gang.”

A Nebraska Dugout

A Nebraska Dugout

Mr. Crimmons built the first shack in Long Pine and lived later in a dugout on the townsite of the present Bassett.

No special celebration was held for the birthday, but the following Tuesday Mr. Crimmons’ sister-in-law, Mrs. John Crimmons, and Mrs. Joe Corrigan, were present at a birthday dinner. Several old friends called during the day.

The Nebraska State Journal (Lincoln, Nebraska) Aug 7,  1938