ST PATRICK'S DAY 1813[1]
A number
of the Sons of Erin assembled at the
house of Mr. Moss, near the Navy Yard
to celevrate the festival of their Patron
Saint; when Mr. Patrick Kain was
called to the Chair, and after partaking of an entertainment, the following toasts
were drank:
The day we celebrate - Many happy
returns os it to the Sons and Daughters of St. Patrick. _ Music
of St. Patrick's Day.
The United States of America - an asylum for
the oppressed - The true Sons of Erin will ever be foremost in supporting
the rights and avenging the wrongs of their adopted country.
The Army of the United States - May
their past misfortunes prove to be only the prelude to future success.
The Navy - It has in glorious victories gained by Hull, Decatur, Jones and
Bainbridge, proved to the world that "Fir"
is superior to English Oak.
The Republicans of South America -
Engaged in a good cause; may their efforts be crowned by success.
The Band of Irish Martyrs - Orr, Tone,
Fitzgerald, Emmett, and Co. Sad but
sweet the memory of departed worth.
The memory of James Napper Tandy - Brtain
can sacrifice her unnatural maxim at non-expatriation on the altar of necessity.[2]
Ireland - Fallen alas is its state,
degraded its condition! such are the effects of national disunion and religious
discord - let Americans learn wisdom from so awful an example.
The History of Ireland - The record of
English crimes, of English oppression and English avarice.
Our Countrymen of the Old Sod - May they
extirpate the spirit of animosity from among them and cultivate that love of
union which alone can effect their political salvation.
Columbia the land of our choice, because it
is the land of Liberty - Dear to us is that freedom we participate in, and
for its preservation Irishmen will cheerfully risque their all.
The President and Constituted authorities of
the United States - The Magistrates and Legislators of a free peopple
resolved to preserve their rights.
The Ocean - Impious is the thought that
a few proud Islanders shall monopolize the world's domain.
George Washington - His advice is good,
his example better - may the former be ever cherished, the latter followed.
Thomas Jefferson - A virtuous chief, whose
services cannot, will not be forgotten by a grateful people.
Hospitality - May Irishmen in America be
ever willing to impart its rights to the helpless stranger.
Our Countrymen throughout the United States -
Experiencing the blessings of Freedom, it would be unatural [sic] to find them
among our enemies.
The Fair Columbia - May their favors be
conferred on the friends of their country to the total exclusion of tories.[3]
[1] Daily
National Intelligencer; Date: 03-20-1813; Volume: I; Issue: 68; Page: [3];
Location: Washington (DC), District of Columbia
[2] James
Napper Tandy (1740 - 1803). [accessed March 20, 2013] http://www.irishfreedom.net/Fenian%20graves/Tandy,%20James%20Napper/Tandy,%20James%20Napper.htm
[3] Frank
Moore. 1876. The Diary of the Revolution: A Centennial Volume Embracing the
Current Events in Our Country's History from 1775 to 1781 as Described by
American, British, and Tory Cotemporaries; Compiled from the Journals,
Documents, Private Records Correspondence, Etc., of that Period Forming an
Interesting, Impartial, and Valuable Collection of Revolutionary Literature. J.
Burr.
A toast given
in celebration of the Surrender of General Burgoyne's Armny at Saratoga, ew
York in the Revolutionary War.
"May freedom peace and happiness be established
in America extend throughout the world: -
While scenes of transport
every breast inspire,
The muse too triumphs in her
kindling fire;
Blest in this bliss she lifts
a bolder wing,
Aids every wish and tunes the
harp to sing,
To their glad concert wakes
the accordant strain,
And mingles with the music of
the plain.
"Joy
to the bands!" her voice arose,
Who
charmed that veteran host of foes;
Who
bade Britain's glory fade,
And placed the wreath on fair Columbia's
head.
Hail the day and mark it
well,
When the scourge of freedom
fell,
When your dawning glory
shone;
Mark it freemen tis your own.
Now recount your toils with
pleasure,
View the strife and sum the
treasure,
Run the battles o'er again,
Sound the charge and sweep
the plain.
Here behold the foe pursuing,
How
he drives his headlong way,
Whelming
towns and realms in ruin,
Sure
to seize the distant prey.
Fear
and faithless as tribes adore him,
Join
the shout and yield him room;
Now
Albania fall before him,
Now rebellion learn your doom;
But dread Bemis to the skies
Bade the opposing stand and
rise,
And arms dispute the day,
On that proud height
You dared the fight,
Till welcome night
Concealed their flight,
And
swept the war away.
Hail the day and mark it well,
When the scourge of freedom
fell,
When your dawning glory
shone;
Mark it freemen 'tis your
own.
Again the well known hill
they try,
Again they fall, again they
fly,
Again you sweep the field,
Till
thundering batteries cease to roar,
They
give the fancied conquest o'er,
And trembling thousands yield,
Hail the day and
mark it well,
Then the pride of Britain
fell,
Then your dawning glory
shone;
Mark it heroes tis your own.
And
soon the rival day shall shine,
The
task great Washington be thine,
To
give it equal fame;
Another
vaunting host to thee,
Now
swell their pride now bend the knee,
To
crown thy finish'd name.
Then
every glad blessing thy country shall lend
When
her foes and her slaughter shall cease,
Shall
arise to the hero who bade her ascend
To
conquest to glory and peace. New York
Packet October 25, n.d."
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