St Patrick’s Day, Montreal, 1859

Montreal Gazette, 18 March 1859, page 2

St Patrick’s Day—Our fellow citizens of Irish origin, who yesterday assembled to honor the feast of their Patron Saint, had surely no complaints to make of the weather—a bright sun and a balmy west wind favored their national day, and drew on numbers to see the gallant display made by the Sons of Old Erin. Early yesterday morning the various national and religious societies assembled in front of the new St Patrick’s Hall in McGill Street, and, headed by the Prince’s Band, and Nos 4 and 5 Rifle Companies, proceeded through several of the thoroughfares to St Patrick’s Church, where an eloquent sermon was preached by Father Dowd. After Divine service, the procession reformed, and then made a detour through Griffintown, McGill Street, to St Patrick’s Hall, where speeches were delivered by the Mayor and B Devlin, Esq, after which the assembly dispersed, the militia companies proceeding to the armoury and there breaking up. In the evening, the St Patrick’s Society, and the Irish National and Literary Society held their annual dinners, which were very well attended.

A Large Parade is Now Predicted for St Patrick’s Day, Montreal, 1911

Montreal Daily Star, 15 March 1911, page 19

A LARGE PARADE IS NOW PREDICTED FOR ST PATRICK’S DAY

Archbishop Bruchesi will Probably Join Procession as it Passes Cathedral

From present indications the change in hour of the annual St Patrick’s Day parade, instead of reducing the number of people participating in it, appears to have the effect of increasing interest. At least, such is the opinion of the marshals, who have received reports from the various parochial and national organizations as to the numbers in which they will be able to muster. It is found that even the remote parishes of the district will be able to send large representations to the parade.
Neither will there be any difficulty in securing music, as already ten bands have been engaged. The indications are therefore entirely favorable to a larger and more representative procession than usual. In fact, a record turnout is looked for.
His Grace Archbishop Bruchesi will officiate pontifically at High Mass in St Patrick’s Church. He will be assisted at the throne by Very Rev Canon O’Meara, pastor of St Gabriel’s: Rev JE Donnelly, pastor of St Anthony’s and Rev Luke Callaghan DD pastor St Michael’s. the decons [sic] of the mass will be Rev ML Shea, pastor of St Aloysius; Rev Thomas F Heffernan, pastor of St Thomas Aquinas. The sermon will be preached by Rev Thomas F Burke, CSP of New York.
It is probably that His Grace the Archbishop will view the procession as it passes the Cathedral and will likely join in and proceed with to the church.

Poems in Honour of St Patrick’s Day, Montreal 1911

Montreal Daily Star, 17 March 1911, page 8

Poems in Honour of St Patrick’s Day

CORRYMEELA

Over here in England I’m helpin’ wi’ the hay,
An’ I wisht I was in Ireland the live-long day.
Weary on the English hay, an’ sorra take the wheat
Och! Corrymeels an’ the blue sky over it.

There a deep, dumb river flowin’ by beyont the heavy trees,
This livin’ air is moithered wi’ the hummin’ o’ the bees:
I wisht I’d hear the Claddagh burn go runnin’ through the heat
Past Corrymeela, wi’ the blue sky over it.

The people that’s in England is richer nor the Jews
There not the smallest young gossoon but thravels in his shoes!
I’d give the pipe between me teeth to see a barefut child,
Och! Corrymeala an’ the low south wind.

Here’s hands so full o’ money an’ hearts so full o’ care,
By the luck o’ love, I’d still go light for all I did go bare,
God save me, colleen dhas, I said; the girl she thought me wild,
Far Corrymeala, an’ the low south wind.

D’ye mind me now, the song at night is mortial hard to raise,
The girls are heavy goin’ here, the boys are ill to plase;
When one’st I’m out this workin’ hive, ‘tis I’ll be back again-
Ay, Corrymeala, in the same soft rain.

The smoke o’ smoke from one ould roof before an English town!
For a shaugh wid Andy Feelan here I’d give a silver crown,
For a curl o’ hair like Mollie’s ye’ll ask the like in vain,
Sweet Corrymeala, an’ the same soft rain.

Moira O’Neill

Poems in Honour of St Patrick’s Day, Montreal, 1911

Montreal Daily Star, 17 March 1911, page 8

 

Poems in Honour of St Patrick’s Day

 

 

THE EXILE OF ERIN

 

There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin

The day on his thin robe was heavy and chill,

For his country he sigh’d when at twilight repairing

To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill;

But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion,

For it rose o’er his own native Isle of the ocean,

Where soon, in the fire of his youthful emotion,

He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh

 

Oh, said is my fate! Said the heart-broken stranger,

The wild deer and wolf to a covert may flee;

But I have no refuge from famine and danger,

A home and a country remain not to me:

Ah! Never again in the green shady bowers

Where my forefathers liv’d shall I spend the sweet hours,

Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers,

And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go bragh.

 

Oh! Erin, my country, tho’ sad and forsaken,

In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore,

But, alas! In a far foreign land I awaken

And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more

Ah! Cruel fate! Wil though never replace me

In a mansion of peace where perils can chase me?

Ah! Never again shall my brothers embrace me!

They died to defend me or live to deplore!

 

Oh! Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood?

Sisters and sirs, did you weep for its fall?

Oh! Where is the mother that look’d on my childhood?

And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all?

Ah! My sad heart long abandon’d by pleasure,

Why didst though doat on a fast-fading treasure?

Tears like the rain-drop play fall without measure,

But recapture and beauty they cannot recall!

 

But yet, all its sad recollections, suppressing,

One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw,

Oh! Erin! An exile bequeaths his blessing!

Dear land of my forefathers, Erin go bragh!

Oh! Buried and cold, when heart stills its motion

Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean,

And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion

Oh! Erin, mavoureen! Erin go bragh!

 

                        Thos Campbell

 

LOYALTY

 

Whatever fate has stored for me,

I hold no greater pride on earth,

Than I bear an Irish name

And know I am of Irish birth!

 

                                    Annie Alley

                                    (Charlottetown, PEI)

 

BACK TO IRELAND

 

Oh, tell me, will I ever win to Ireland again,

Ashore from the far North-West?

Have we given al the rainbows, and green woods an’ rain

For the sun an; the snows of the West?

Them that goes to Ireland must travel night an’ day,

An’ them that goes to Ireland must sail across the say,

For the len’th of here to Ireland is half for the world away-

An’ you’ll lave your heart behind you in the West

Set your face for Ireland,

Kiss your friends in Ireland,

But lave your heart behind you in the West.

 

On a dim an’ shiny mornin’ the ship she comes to land,

Early on, early in the mornin’,

The silver wathers o’ the Foyle go slidin’ to the strand,\

Whisperin’ ye’re welcome in the mornin’

There’s darkness on the holy hills I know are close aroun’

But the stars are shinin’ up the sky, the stars are shinin’ down

They make a golden cross abouve, they make a golden crown,

An’ meself could tell ye why- in the mornin’

Sure an’ this is Ireland,

Thank God for Ireland

I’m coming back to Ireland the mornin’

                                    Moira O’Neill

 

A Serendipitous Archives Moment- Following an Obituary’s Trail, 2012

I had amassed a list of Montrealrelatives’ dates of death, and had decided to go on an obituary hunt. I felt that this was an excellent avenue of research to take, as obituaries have been known to say some interesting things. I grabbed the Montreal Star, Standard and Gazette for the relevant years, and sat down in front of a microfilm reader and started to read.

After a while, I had reached the date of death for my great-great grandfather, John Patrick Cuddy.  I was looking at the Montreal Star, the 13^th of January 1896 [p. 18] when I saw this:

Death of Mr Cuddy

Mr John P Cuddy, who was liberated from Longue Pointe Asylum a few weeks ago by order of the court, died at his late residence 153 Berri Street, yesterday.  He was sixty-five years of age, and was a large owner of property in the East end.

Oh wow!  Being a specialist of nineteenth centuryMontrealI knew immediately what the Longue Pointe Asylum was: the Roman Catholic run insane asylum.  Oh boy!  This was utterly amazing.  So what did I do?  Well I started reeling the microfilm back a few weeks to see what on earth the newspaper was talking about.

I found my answer on the 31^st of December 1895.  The headline screamed: “Mr Cuddy Not Insane.”  This was historical gold. There had been no hint of this in the family lore, no talk of insanity or court cases.  He was just an oil painting that hung on our dining room wall.

The article was full of court details, stating that he had been confined on the 11^th of September as a dangerous lunatic, and he petitioned the court for his freedom.  The article called the evidence conflicting, stating that Mr Cuddy was married with six children, and had been strict in the running of his household, and that it was from the violation of the house rules by his family that discord had occurred.  It then said that the “whole family had conspired together to shake off the paternal yoke, which weighed them.”  The judge decided that Mr Cuddy was not dangerous, but that “there was little hope that a harmonious life of the family to be restored, but that the proper remedy for the wife in such a case would be an action for separation.”  Tantalizing, very tantalizing.  I went back through the rest of the paper up to September when he was committed and found nothing else.  The Montreal Gazette also covered the result of the trial, and it read much the same as the text in the Star.

My next step was to go to the Archives Nationales de Québec a Montréal.  Here I knew from past experience were the court records.  I went to an archivist, and he was great, with his help and the use of a few finding aids, we were able to find the court records for JP Cuddy’s case.  So here is what happened.  According to the family and to William Hingston, the family doctor, [see: http://www.biographi.ca/009004-119.01-e.php?&id_nbr=6784 (10 May 2012)] John Patrick Cuddy had been a known drunk.  He seems not to have been a very nice person, and mean.  Things however seem to have specifically deteriorated five weeks prior when Mr Cuddy had some kind of seizure, suffered partial paralysis and could not speak for a while.  Dr Hingston attributed this to his intemperance (actually it sounds a lot like a stroke- but I am not a medical doctor). During the last years John Patrick Cuddy seems to have come to the idea that his family was poisoning him.  He behaved erratically, locking the doors before his children came home from work or events (they were all adult).  By September the 9^th, all of his children and his wife had moved out of the house, and gone to live with Mary Cuddy Hicks, one of JP’s married daughters.

What got JP Cuddy locked away happened the 9^th of September, when his wife Jane O’Sullivan returned to the family home with his brother James to retrieve some of her belongings.  He attacked his brother James with a set of shears.  The police were called, and he was arrested.  The family came together with Dr Hingston and Dr Thomas Brennan and motioned the court to have him incarcerated in Longue Pointe.  This involved a meeting together with the court and a series of depositions from family members stating that he was not of sound mind, and also a deposition from him stating he was.

In his deposition he said:

Q- Who are the members of the family who have lived with you?

A- I have a wife and seven children.

Q- Who drove them out of the house?

A- Themselves.

Q- Who has prepared your food?

A- Myself for the last twenty years.  I was always in dread they would take my life- my brother attempted to murder me about two weeks ago.

Q- What has been your wife’s conduct?

A- She has allowed herself to be twisted by her children.

By October JP Cuddy had gone to court to challenge his stay at Longue Pointe, and his wife’s control of his finances.  The court case is positively fascinating to read.  The interviewed most of his children (except my great-grandmother) and asked the oddest questions.  The main thrust of the questioning towards his daughters Mary, Theresa and Nora dealt with a trip toIrelandthat Theresa took with Mary and her husband a few years prior, and how it was paid for.  It is not clear who did pay for it, but most likely not her father.  I am still unsure as to why this was important.  The lawyers also asked about other trips made toIreland.  John Patrick had made many trips to hisIreland, the place of his birth over the years, and had brought his children with him on many of these journeys.

The children were also asked about his behaviour and life in the house.  His son Sarsfield talked about how his father would visit his room at night, and light matches to see his face, and then the matches would fall to his bed.  His daughter Nora stated that:

That day he came into my room and told me that he heard me and my brother plotting to murder him.  He frightened me terribly at the time because he seemed so excited; in fact I judged that he must be made the way he looked at me.  He said, “You have plotted to murder me and if you don’t get out of the house I will take your life.” At first he took hold of me by the shoulders and threw me onto the bed, but I got off again on the other side.  There is a writing desk in the corner of the room, and then he got me in the corner there, and said “if you don’t get out of here” and then he shivered.

Other testimony was given as to how he did business.  Mr Cuddy was a landlord and collected rents every month at around fifteen properties.  According to the newspapers his fortune was valued at around $150 000.  His son John Jr. gave testimony that the properties were in decline, and many tenants had failed to pay, or were not paying enough, and that some properties were vacant.  A lawyer he used for his property business, Allan Oughtred described him as litigious, and did not seem to like him greatly.  There was also some testimony as to a sum of money he may or may not have given my great-grandmother Margaret Corley, or as John Patrick said “Maggie.”  He said that she had “to compromise with her creditors.”  He accused his daughter Nora of giving it to his son John instead.

The most interesting testimony was from the family maid, eighteen year old Mary Ann Connelly.  Her testimony is the longest in the collection, and they grilled her a fair bit about life in the house.  I am thinking she was asked the most questions because she was considered an outsider in all of this, and thus a more impartial witness.  And she did witness some acts of violence, specifically when he threw a stone scraper at his son Sarsfield.  When asked what she thought was wrong with him, she said: “Sometimes, I knew he was drinking, then again he was not drinking at other times, and there was something wrong with him- even when he was not drinking.”

I am somewhat perplexed as to why with his family’s testimony and the testimony of two doctors who knew the family, including the very reputable Sir William Hingston (former mayor of Montreal) why the judge ruled in John Patrick’s favour.  He clearly was exhibiting anti-social and violent behaviour even by the norms of the day.  Thing is the doctor at the asylum stated he thought he was fine.  Then again, he was away from his family, the people he claimed were trying to kill him, so perhaps without these stressors he behaved.

My great grandmother’s family life seems to have been awful.  It is hard to imagine how she and her siblings lived, and dealt with this constant chaos and violence.  While the family was quite well off, and lived in a lovely house, in a good part of town, their father seems to have made the home a living hell.  My great-grandmother, her sister Mary Hicks and her brother James were able to escape this with marriage, and the creation of their own homes, but their single siblings Nora, Theresa, Sarsfield and John endured a longer time there.

I gave a presentation at the Institut de l’histoire de l’Amerique Francaise a few years ago about John Patrick Cuddy.  I was trying, with my presentation, to give an image of an Irish Catholic family that did not live in Griffintown, but in the city’s east end.  I get tired of seeing the Irish Catholic experience inMontreallimited to this one section of the city, when I know they lived in other areas, and not necessarily as enclaves.  Anyway I never mentioned the going to the asylum part, but rather concentrated on timing of immigration, education and marriage of children, work and where they lived.  I was approached by Thierry Nootens who said that he mentioned JPC in his book “Fous, prodigues et ivrognes.”  And I figured that he had done so, because of the topic, but no, he had dedicated many pages to JPC.  I went back to the book again, and there he was “John C.”  Oh my, he was one of the few people to challenge his incarceration, and win.  Most of the time, the courts supported the order to keep them in the asylum.

So there is the journey I took from looking up obituaries.  It was amazing!

Poem in Honour of St Patrick’s Day, 1911

 

Montreal Daily Star, 17 March 1911, page 8

Poem in Honour of St Patrick’s Day

Savoureen Deelish

Oh! The moment was sad when my love and I parted

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen age!

As I kiss’d off her tears I was nigh broken-hearted

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen age!

Wan was her cheek, which hung on my shoulder,

Damp was her hand, no marble was colder;

I felt that again I should never behold her,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

When the word of command put our nish into motion,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

I buckled on my knapsack to cross the wide ocean,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

Biskwere our troops, all roaring like thunder,

Pleas’d with the voyage, impatient for plunder,

My bosom with grief was almost torn asunder,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

Long I fought for my country, far, far, from my true love

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

All my pay and my booty, I hoarded for you! Love,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

Peace was proclaim’d, escap’d from the slaughter,

Landed at home, my sweet girl, I sought her,

But sorrow, alas, to the gold grave had brought her,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

George Coleman Jr

 

 

Irish Voters Assembly, Montreal 1834

La Minerve 14 Avril 1834, page 2

 

Assemblee des Irlandais de Montreal

 

A une assemblée des Irlandais tienne chez M McCabe, le 10 avril 1834, suivant avis publie dans le Vindicator et le Daily Advertiser, pour prendre en considération le discours prononcé par M Thos A Begly, au Tattersall, le Samedi précédent, et pour délibérer sur d’autres matières importantes.  John Turney, Écuyer, un des membres du Conseil du Ville fut appelé au fauteuil, Denis Muray, Écuyer, vice président, et T Hewitt nomme secrétaire.  Les résolutions suivantes furent proposées et adoptées a l’unanimité.

 

Résolu 1.  Que comme Irlandais, natifs d’un pays qui est celui qui a le plus souffert par la mal administration et le despotisme, nous ne pouvons jamais nous unir ni donner notre appui a un parti dominant pour opprimer notre pays d’adoption.

 

2.  Que les Irlandais de cette cite adhéreront strictement aux principes mis en avant par leur Grand Chef national Daniel O’Connell; et que comme il soutient la cause des opprimes sans distinction de pays, couleur ou religion, de même les irlandais doivent envahir tous préjugés étroits, et se montrer ses appuis zèles pour avancer la cause de la liberté partout ou la providence les engagera a se fixer.

3.  Que les habitants Irlandais de cette cite ne soutiendront aux prochaines élections que les candidats qui posséderont la confiance du peuple, et qui s’engageront a soutenir les libertés et les vrais intérêts du pays.

 

4. Que cette assemblée désapprouve et censure hautement le langage indécent qu’a tenu TA Begley a l’égard de l’Honorable LJ Papineau dans un discours qu’il a prononce au Tattersall le 5 avril courant, et de plus que cette assemblée désapprouve chacune et toutes les opinions y exprimées.

 

5. Que l’assertion de TA Begley que « M Papineau s’est servi des Irlandais comme instruments » doit être regardée comme une indigne et calomnieuse aspersion sur leur caractère national.

 

6. Que depuis l’année 1832, les Irlandais de cette cite n’ont point regarde TA Begley comme faisant parti du corps des Irlandais , vu son opposition décidée a l’élection de leur candidat favori, feu le Dr Tracey.

 

7. Qu’il soit forme un comite permanent de 40 membres donc 15 formeront un quorum, pour aviser et diriger les Irlandais par la suite, afin qu’ils ne soient point égarés par un petit nombre de personnes inter-sees qui ont dernièrement tente de déshonorer le pays de leur naissance par leurs efforts pour nuire a leur pays d’adoption.

 

8. Que ce comite, ou au moins de 20 de ses membres, s’assemblera de tems a autre, lors qu’il en sera requis par avis public, pour veiller aux intérêts des Irlandais en général, et qu’il soit nomme a la prochaine assemblée, un Président, un vice président et un secrétaire.

 

9. Que les signatures de 10 membres de cette société suffiront pour convoquer une assemblée publique pourra que telle réquisition ne soit point faite plus d’une fois par mois.

 

10. Que les procèdes de cette assemblée soient publies dans le Vindicator, la Minerve, et le Daily Advertiser qui sont les seuls journaux publies dans cette ville de qui nous poussions attendre justice.

 

John Turney, President

T Hewitt, Secretaire

 

 

Morley Crypt, Notre Dame des Neiges, Montreal

Family Graves

(2 images)

This is the Morley Crypt in Notre Dame des Neiges Cemetery in Montreal.  Are they related?  Yes, though most likely distantly.  The crypt, while large and quite extravagant, contains only four people.

Edward Morley buried 16/05/1887

John Morley buried 29/12/1888

Michael Morley buried 14/02/1900

Mary Cuddy buried 29/12/1891

 

The family was connected.  My great-great grandfather JP Cuddy worked for Morley for a time, then was a neighbour.   Michael Morley acted as godfather to my great-grandmother Margaret.  Mary Cuddy was most likely JP’s sister or cousin.

 

Irishmen working on the Beauharnois canal, 1842.

Montreal Transcript

4 August 1842

We have received a communication from “An Irishman” relative to the alleged refusal to employ Irishmen as labourers on the Beauharnois Canal, from —— we make the following extracts.  It would be well if particular cases had been stated and names given, so that inquiry might be made into a matter so deeply interesting to a large class of able and willing labourers:-

“Having heard from different individuals that Irishmen are refused employment on the Beauharnois Canal, I made some enquiries as to the accuracy of the reports, and have ascertained that such is unfortunately too true.  Yes, sir, my countrymen have been and are refused work, because they are Irishmen!  Canadians with good farms, residing in and near Beauharnois, have been employed, while poor Irish emigrants, with large families of half famishing children, are refused employment.  It is enough to make a person’s blood boil with indignation, to see the preference given to emigrants from other parts of Great Britain over Irishmen, merely because of their origin.”

St. Patrick’s Day, Montreal, 1880

This was the speech published in the Montreal Daily Star in 1880.  It contains some oddly phrased anti-semetic statements which are offensive.  You are hereby warned.  I do not hold these opinions!!!

That being said,  it is interesting to see how the speaker frames his Irish-Canadian identity vis-a-vis other identities in the Empire.

Montreal Daily Star, 18 March 1880, page 1

 

St. Patrick’s Day

Brilliant success of last night’s concert in Nordheimer’s Hall

 

The concert hall was crowded to its utmost capacity last evening, on the occasion of the annual entertainment of the St. Patrick’s Society.  The chair was take by Mr. FB McNamee.  There were also on the platform, JB Rolland, President of St. Jean Baptiste Society, JJ Arnton, President Irish Protestant Benevolent Society; W Wilson, St. Patrick’s National Society; B Emerson, St. Patrick’s Temperance Society; Thomas Robin, President Caledonian Society; JB Lane, YM & B Society; B Lane, St. Patrick’s Benevolent Society; Jno Quinn, St. Ann’s Temperance Society; Alderman Nelson, Thibault and others. 

 

After a few remarks by the chairman, the St. Ann’s School choir, led by James Carroll, sang “Let Erin Remember the Days of Old” in good style.

 

Mr. O’Donohue, the first orator of the evening, said he believed it to be out of the power of man to prevent Ireland one day being owned by her people.  He grieved sorely to know that at present she was suffering from want, while ships laden with food were daily leaving her shores for foreign ports.  Every nation in the world at the present time was doing more for Ireland’s assistance than England- the very country that caused her sufferings.  The word “agitation” which clung so tenaciously to Mr. Parnell, was a glorious term, and he was proud to see that gentleman’s efforts so well rewarded that even the subsidized press of England had to recognise him.  He deprecated the spending of $25,000,000 in bringing Catewayo a captive to England, decked in a cocked hat, and with a cane beneath his arm.  Another thing which caused Ireland pain was the fact that a Jew reigned over England, who folded his arms quietly and watched IrishW~~~ being blighted (hisses).  The poet rightly said:

A Bold peasantry, the country’s pride,

Once destroyed, can never be revived.”

(Loud cheers)  It was time to turn over a new leaf- to try and let the dead past bury the dead- to be Irishman more than in name.  He concluded by announcing that of all nationalities he preferred rather to belong to that poor down-trodden country than the most independent land in the world.

After the singing of “Katy’s Letter,” by Miss Harrington, which was concluded amid a burst of applause from all parts of the house, the choir boys gave, another selection of music in excellent style.

Mr. CJ Doherty, BCL, the next speaker, began by saying St. Patrick’s Day was one ever sacred to Irishmen throughout the world.  It recalled the dear old land to whose service O’Brien, Gratton, Curran and other patriots had devoted their labors for years, and for which Emmet yielded up his life.  Even in far-off countries they looked back to that fair land with pity and regret, while down deep in their hearts they murmured prayerfully, “Old Ireland, dear Ireland, God Bless her.” (applause)  Her music was full of tenderness it breathed with inspiration; her songs were spoken in every clime and by every tongue.  He extolled the exploits of Irishmen upon the battlefield, the wisdom they displayed in the council chamber, and their eloquence upon the public platform.  He wanted to see Ireland rescued for the Irish, and held by her sons, just as Canada belonged to the Canadians.  The statements freely circulated to the effect that Irishmen would be unable to govern their own country was a stigma cast upon them only by those who were prejudiced.  He strongly urged Irishmen to be good and true to each other, and to distinguish themselves; they would not be one whit less Irish for it, and would have the satisfaction of knowing they were assisting in bringing about the fulfillment of their most ardent hopes.

Several songs, &c., followed, after which “God Save Ireland” and the “National Anthem” brought the proceedings  to a close. 

A supper was afterwards partaken of by the officers and guests, in the St. Lawrence Hall.  Speeches, songs and toasts, occupied the balance of the evening.