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THE IRISH HEART.—Quick and strong in its generous impulses, firm in its attachments, sound to the core.
DANIEL O'CONNELL.—Athens boasted of a Solon, an Aristides, and a Demosthenes, but Ireland beholds all their great qualities combined in her favorite Son.
JUSTICE TO IRELAND.—A domestic Legislature alone can confer it; to expect It from a London Parliament is an idle dream, and we Irishmen, on this side of the water, hope that full restitution will be made for past Injustice.
THE DAUGHTERS OF IRELAND, entrenched within the fortress of paternal affection: May they neve? surrender the citadel of their hearts, except to those who wield the arms of sincere love, chastened by morality and temperance.
THE LADIES.—With assiduity we court their smiles; with sorrow we receive their frowns; but smiling or frowning, we love them.
HIBERNIA.—Steeped In her own tears, she never can get up:—soaking in whisky, she must go down;—but bathing in "coult wather" she will get on "swimmingly."
THE MEMORY OF GEN. THOMAS FRANCIS MEAGHER—a martyr to the cause of American liberty: May his blood constitute an enduring cement of friendship between the land of his birth and the land of his adaption.
THE HARP OF IRELAND.—He Is no true son of Erin whose heart does not respond to the inspiration of its numbers.
IRELAND AND AMERICA.—May the former soon be as free as the latter, and may the latter never forget that Irishmen were Instrumental In securing the liberty they now enjoy.
ANDREW JACKSON, EX-PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.— The son of Irish parents; in retiring from office, we may Justly say in the words of the poet—
"An honest man's the noblest work of God."
THE DESCENDANTS OF IRISHMEN.—May they never forget the respect which they owe to the land which contains the ashes of their fathers.
THE HEART OF AN IRISHMAN.—A living monument of kind and generous feelings—while the hand of Charity guides the stream, may the hand of Wealth yield a perpetual supply.
IRISHMEN.—The love of liberty will burn in their bosoms as long as their bright Isle Is washed by the ocean.
THE EMERALD ISLE.—May her sons and daughters resemble a field of potatoes in fuii bloom, beautiful to look upon; and when called on to assist the distressed, may they, like the roots, prove a real blessing to the poor.
HORTICULTURAL EXPERIMENTS.—May the tree of freedom soon be planted in Ireland, and may John Bull find it as difficult to uproot It as he found it here.
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