Ireland's Dawn Of Freedom

A glnnce at thy palsled industries, A peep down the pages of time, Reveal a true tele of thy suffering, Thy courage and patience sublime. Fain would Ilieht up the picture, But in vain, through those long, weary years, l've looked for oneWm on thy features That lingered unchased by thy tears. 'Tis a land of oppression and sorrow. A heil made bj tyranny's say, A field where the bravo and the holy Went down "mid the heat of the fray. But the clouds, that for ages have hovered, So gl-.omy and dark over thee, Are slowly 'though steadily breaking. And brighter and fairer you'll De. Thy dark day of sorrow is closing, The dawn of a brighter apppears, A gleam of t.hy f reedom is peeping From the jail where you ve languished for years 'Tis a voice erving out from the desert, A spirit tried sorely and weU, A fioul 'round whose radiauce nutter The pulse of a nation unquelled. Thy rlght to be master and mistress Of all that thou own and possess; Thy right to make happy andprosperous. Not wretehed, careworn and dist ressed ; Are rights that are truly Qod-given, And none fought more valliant anü true; Through centureiof blood thou haststriven Thy heaven-sealed claim to renew, A trying ordeal, but the shadows Of sorrow through which you have passed Will pale 'neath the bunlight of freedom And victory crown thee at last. Deir home of a thousand b ave héroes ; Sweet land where the harp 's dulcets strains Re-echoed in soul stirring anthems Mid prelates and princes of fame. Those days of thy gl ry sliall ever In rateful remembrance be Kept 'till time ani events shall remould Ihee A nation untrammelled and free. Then gladlv we lia.il freedom's carol, Xo anthem sounds sweeter to me. The key-note is home rule and you'll bave it, My own land, my cushla machree. Ann Arbor January 4, 1886. Masonic social and dance next Friday evening, at Masonic temple. There are many persons who do not stop to think that space in the columns of a newgpaper or journal is a commodity for sale the same as any other artiole of merchandise, and that the publisher, like the merclii'nt, makes his living by seiling at a profit, either to the subscriber to the paper in the shape of reading matter, or to the adveitiser who buys so much space for bis individual use. It would be regarded as the very quintessence of what is commonly cnlled "cheek" for a man to go into a store and ask the proprietor to give him a bag of flour or any other article without pay, yet the same thing íb done with impunity to the publisher of a newspaper.