"Dear, The Cup Of His Iniquity Was Full, The Day Of Vengeance Was
Come, And The Earth Could Hold Him No Longer," Said A Protestant To Me.
"It was bad for the people, whoever they were, that took vengeance out
of the hands of the Almighty, but many a poor creature he had sent out
of the world before he lay helpless at the mercy of his enemies," said
many an orthodox person to me.
One poor girl on that dreadful day
thanked God that the oppressor was laid low. Her mother evicted, had
died on the roadside exposed to the weather of the hills, her brother
went mad at the sight of misery he would almost have died to relieve but
could not, and is now in the asylum at Letterkenny. One can imagine with
what feeling this desolate girl lifted her hands when she heard of the
murder, and said, "I thank Thee, O Lord."
What kind of a system is it that produces such scenes, and such
feelings? It is a noticeable fact how many there are in the asylum in
Letterkenny whose madness they blame on the horrors of these evictions.
Wise legislation may find a remedy for these evils, but the memory of
them will never die out. It is graven on the mountains, it is stamped on
the valleys, it is recorded on the rocks forever.
ALONG A MOUNTAIN ROAD - WHY THE RENT WAS RAISED - TURNING FARMS INTO
PASTURES - ST. COLOMBKILL - IRISH HOSPITALITY - A NOTABLE BALLAD.
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