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And lastly I would ask the Americans who are disposed to be 

 harsh to especially Irishmen, to pause in their uncharitable course 

 long enough to reflect that they themselves have been highly favored 

 by our common Father — yea, more than all others — that the unpol- 

 ished accent and astuteness which offend are at once the result of 

 persecution and the effort of native, indestructible, independence to 

 assert itself, and that a doubt of being able to hold their own with- 

 out persecution of persons less favored every way is unworthy of 

 American manhood, and that the wonder is not that many Irishmen 

 may be rugged and uncouth, but that all of them are not soulless 

 savages, as most others would have become if similarly trodden 

 down ! 



(To he continued.) 



BARGING ON THE KILLS. 



BY G. D. SPARKS. 



It was on Monday night we said, 



That according to our sweet wills ; 

 We all should hasten and go 



Barging on the Kills. 



The stars and the moon shone bright 



As we left the boat house all trills 

 From the men who saw us go 



Barging on the Kills. 



"All, what a night it is!" 



Said a girl with a glance that kills. 

 "Yes," came the answer, "might we always go 



Barging on the Kills. 



And so thro' the moonlit waters bright 

 Our merry party with nothing that chills, 



Went, rowed by our oarsmen true, 

 Barging on the Kills. 



And the brightest remembrances will be 



When winter sees us busy with ledger and quills, 



Of the hours so pleasant we spent, 

 Barging on the Kills. 



