This is a record of a meeting held in July 1848 on Slievenamon. 12-7-1848 From the Times. This morning intelligence reached town that Mr. Michael Doheny, who has been one of the most active missionaries of propagandism in the south of Ireland, and an energetic promoter of club organization, was arrested in Cashel yesterday, and committed, not without an attempt at rescue, to Nenagh Gaol, to abide his trial for felony at the present assizes. Mr. Doheny is a contributor to the Tribune newspaper, but it appears that it is for a speech delivered at Roscrea, in his capacity of emissary from the Irish Confederation, that he has been made amenable, and not for any of his contributions to the treason press of Dublin. 22-7-1848. After Mr. Doheny was bailed out, at Nenagh gaol, on Saturday evening, he announced his intention of attending a repeal meeting at Slievenamon, next day. The proceedings are thus described by the Limerick Reporter. About half past twelve, an immense cavalcade set out for the mountain of Slievenamon, next day. Besides a long line of cars, there were a great number of horsemen, and the roads and fields were black with people, such as could only be met with in Tipperary, fellows who could keep running the entire way, before the cars such a broiling day. A splendid band, handsomely dressed, found a place in the procession. Mr. Doheny was mounted on a charger, and wore the uniform of the '82 club. At every village and hamlet he was cheered and congratulated. Mr. Meagher, who was distinguished by a beautiful green cap, and was also mounted, shared the cheers of the peasantry. On reaching Fethard, an ancient castellated and walled town, the procession was augmented by large reinforcements. It is just half a century since a meeting was held on that mountain-in the year 1798. About five o'clock the chair was taken by James O'Donnell, Esq. Ballyboo. The chair was a hugh rock, on which were accommodated also the ladies and the members of the press. Beside it was another rock, the tribune from which the orators addressed the meeting. Among those conspicuous at the meeting, were the officers and committee of the John Mitchell Club, of Clonmel, who wore tri-colour rosettes in their coats. The Carrick-on-Suir Clubs were also represented. Though the numbers were greatly diminished by the fact of the rumour that the meeting was put off having gained ground, there could be not less than 10,000 or 12'000 fighting men there. It was also stated that the Rev. Dr. Burke, of Clonmel, advised the people against going to the meeting, when (a rather unusual thing, but significant of the times) one of the congregation replied that "he ought to be heading the people there". On the other hand, the Rev. Dr. Baldwin told the people to go there, and gave them his blessing. Immediately after the chair was taken. Mr. John Bailey read an address to Mr. Meagher and Mr. Doheny. Mr. Wright read an address from the Foig-a-Balagh Club of Mullinahone. This address stated that it was work, not words, the people wanted now, and that they would support Mr. Meagher and Mr. Doheny to the death (here again there were three lusty cheers given for a republic). Mr. Nash of Cahir, read an address from the Lord Edward Fitzgerald Club of that town, and Mr. Hannegan read an address from the Invincible Club of Kilcash. Mr. Doheny then mounted the rock, and was greeted with enthusiastic cheering. He said he was in gaol at that hour last night, 70 miles from the spot on which he now stood. They saw that he was there now thank God. That was no holiday meeting like '43 (cries of hear hear). The men who toiled up that hill would go to the cannon's mouth (cheers). When he saw the glorious scene before him and breathed the air of heaven 'neath the sun, and saw around him so many with whom he had spent his schoolboy days on those hills, and when he thought of the happy scenes of his boyhood and youth-when he saw a people around him to whom God had given the land to possess it, but man had denied them the gift of heaven-he was ready to shed the last drop of his blood in their noble cause. But there would be no blood shed. The English were not such fools as to attack the men he saw here today. He had travelled a few days ago 70 miles at the expense of her Majesty the Queen, and was accompanied all the way by the soldiery. He saw what they could do. There were lads there not sixteen years of age who had travelled twenty five miles to go to that meeting. The troops that escorted him could not walk seven miles on the level road without fainting. They could not mount this mountain. (loud cheers). It has been said that Cromwell was on this summit. He never came so high. He only came as far as Killavalla. They had come to the top, and what did they see. Fertility teeming for miles beyond miles where the eye cannot reach, and that glorious sun of heaven ripening it into food for man. God had said in the voice of the silent dew, 'That land is for you'. England said it was not. Whether would they obey England or God (hear, hear,). For his own part he had no hesitation in saying that he did not come there for repeal. A voice,---We must have a republic. Mr. Doheny did not want to talk of a republic or any other form of Government. He came there to carry out God's command, that the people in the sweat of their brow should eat bread and not starve. Enough had perished. They must never allow people to starve again. (loud cheers). If they had human hearts and human sympathies, they must shed their blood rather than that such another year should come. He would have to stand his trial on the 2nd August. Mr. Meagher had a longer day. The time was at hand when the harvest would be ripe for the sickle. If they were men they should know how to defend it. A Voice---Three cheers for John Mitchell, (here followed a scene of enthusiasm that baffles description.) Mr. Doheny continued---The sun has a prophetic light for him and this very evening, as he lies upon his pillow beyond the wave, it will soothe his spirit by telling him that there are men in Ireland yet, and that on a lofty mountain they are paying homage to their creator, and swear to him that his blessings will not be bestowed in vain. I have said before that the time for speech making is past, and the time for action has come. Let us swear to God that this year will not go by till Ireland is a free nation. Raise up your hands. (Here every hand of the vast assembly was raised up.) Mr. Doheny then concluded amidst protracted and vehement cheering. Mr. Meagher next ascended the tribune, wearing his green cap with a gold band, and a tri-colour sash, he was received with unbounded enthusiasm. When the applause subsided, he said, 'You have heard a true son of Irish soil, whose rugged virtues partake of the character of the Country. You have heard him say that I am to stand my trial at the next assizes, which will be the day after the fair. (laughter). If there is anyone to communicate the proceedings of this meeting to the Government, I thrust that they will find out that they made a great mistake in arresting me. (loud cheers, and 'You never shall follow Mitchell.' I am here not only to repent of nothing, but to dare them to do something worse (Loud cheers). When I threw myself into this movement, when I was barely yet of age, I felt that I lived in a land of slavery, and that if God gave me intellect, it ought to be employed for the Country. It was with this feeling I joined the cause of Ireland at a moment when every nation wished to see her flag unfurled on these hills. Forty-three passed away, but its vows have not passed away. I wish I had the eloquence of him who stirred up the Country. O'Connell, like all great men had his faults, but he had his virtues, and he had his victories. This I will say, that he preached a cause that we are bound to see out. He used to say, 'I may not see what I have laboured for'. I am an old man-my arm is withered; no epitaph of victory may mark my grave; but I see a young generation with redder blood in their veins, and they will do the work. (cheering). Therefore it is that I am ambitious to decorate these hills with the flag of my Country. Nor is it alone because I feel this obligation. A scourge came from God, which ought to have stirred you up into greater action. The potato was smitten; but our fields waved with golden grain. It was not for you. To your lips it was forbidden fruit. The ships came and bore it away, and when the prices rose, it came back, but not for the victims whose lips grew pale and quivered, and opened no more. Did I say they opened no more?. Yes, they did open in Heaven to accuse our rulers. Those lips, beautiful and fresh with the light of God, supplicated his throne, and he has blessed our cause. This fact is plain, that this land, which is yours by nature, and by Gods gift, is not yours by the law of the land. There were bayonets, therefore, between the people and their rightful God. Are you content that the harvest of this land, which you see, and to which your labour has imparted fruitfulness, should again be reaped for the stranger?. (Loud cries of No, No, and we never shall). Walking in this glorious scenery Cromwell said, 'Is not this land worth fighting for?'. (Cries of 'We would fight and die for it.). There always appeared to me a cloud on its brightest scenery, because it did not belong to its inhabitants-because our flag was not here. The flag of England waves over all your institutions. The famine came, and then their coercion laws. Then the gallant man, young and brave, with a wife and young children, who, if they were made of less heroic clay, would have caught him to their breast before he went forth to preach the Gospel, that a life of a peasant is worth the life of a Lord. That gospel went through the country, and you said it was the true one. Because he preached this they took him, threw him into a prison and banished him from his native land. There is a stain on the nation while he remains in Bermuda. He does not sleep, his feverish chafed spirit knows no rest. He is listening day by day to the sound of the waves, thinking that in these sounds will come his liberty and yours. Because he does not rest, you ought not to rest. He stood up before his Judges, and he said you have done your duty and I have done mine. Like the Roman youth who, standing before the tyrant, put his hand in the fire till it was burned, and said 'There are 300 to follow my example. I will promise for one, two, three--aye, for three hundred!.' He uttered that prophecy, and he is not deceived. Others have stepped into the breach, and Newgate will, hereafter, be dedicated in our history as the Temple of Liberty. Will you permit the country to be deprived of these men.?. I stand here upon the lofty summit of a country which, if we do not win for ourselves, we must win for those who come after us. You will mount higher than this, and face a burning sun. No man came here today that is not determined to brave the worse that foe can do. I have not come here today for the purpose of speech making, but to tell you the duties you owe yourselves and the prisoners. Hear the verses of a young and gallant patriot, whose grave ought not be forgotten amidst the dazzling lustre of the living. Of the men of Tipperary he said--- "You're free to share his scanty meal, His plighted word he'll never vary, In vain they tried with gold and steel, To shake the faith of Tipperary." You have given your word--you have plighted your faith. Then hear the other verse-- "Let Britain brag her motley rag, We lift the green more proud and airy, But mine the lot to bear that flag, And head the men of Tipperary." (Then the scene of cheers and enthusiasm that followed, of which it would be impossible to give any adequate idea, hats waved, shillelaghs flourished, and a true Tipperary cheer echoed for several minutes from hill to valley.) A splendid tri-colour was then unfurled, orange, green and white. It belonged to the Wolfe Tone Club of Waterford. "Mr. Doheny seized it, and, waving it in triumph, amidst vehement cheering, said--'When that flag is raised in the last struggle you will keep it free, nor ever allow it again to lie in the dust.' (Cheering and cries of---Why don't you mount a pike on it.) The meeting was then addressed by Mr. Wright, who eulogised Messrs. Doheny and Meagher; after which, it being then seven o'clock, the vast assemblage separated. Mr. Meagher proceeded with some friends to Carrick-on-Suir, where the people had been expecting him, and where the men of Waterford were to meet him. The Nenagh Guardian gives a report of another speech delivered by Mr. Doheny, in which he told his auditors to get ready to meet the English foe on their Irish soil, ere the produce of the present harvest should be drafted out of the country.

Great posting Mary. Could Doheny, Mitchell, Meagher or any of the others had any inclination (even the slightest) of how many years and how much blood would be shed before Ireland would finally shed the yoke of the oppressor? Carmen-Pittsburgh ----- Original Message ----- From: "Mary Heaphy" <tipwex@eircom.net> To: "Tipperary" <cotipperary@rootsweb.com>; "Tipperary IRL" <IRL-TIPPERARY-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Friday, February 15, 2008 7:24 PM Subject: [COTIPPERARY] July 1848 > This is a record of a meeting held in July 1848 on Slievenamon. > > 12-7-1848 From the Times. > > This morning intelligence reached town that Mr. Michael Doheny, who has > been > one of the most active missionaries of propagandism in the south of > Ireland, > and an energetic promoter of club organization, was arrested in Cashel > yesterday, and committed, not without an attempt at rescue, to Nenagh > Gaol, > to abide his trial for felony at the present assizes. Mr. Doheny is a > contributor to the Tribune newspaper, but it appears that it is for a > speech > delivered at Roscrea, in his capacity of emissary from the Irish > Confederation, that he has been made amenable, and not for any of his > contributions to the treason press of Dublin. > > 22-7-1848. > > After Mr. Doheny was bailed out, at Nenagh gaol, on Saturday evening, he > announced his intention of attending a repeal meeting at Slievenamon, next > day. The proceedings are thus described by the Limerick Reporter. > > About half past twelve, an immense cavalcade set out for the mountain of > Slievenamon, next day. Besides a long line of cars, there were a great > number of horsemen, and the roads and fields were black with people, such > as > could only be met with in Tipperary, fellows who could keep running the > entire way, before the cars such a broiling day. A splendid band, > handsomely > dressed, found a place in the procession. Mr. Doheny was mounted on a > charger, and wore the uniform of the '82 club. At every village and hamlet > he was cheered and congratulated. Mr. Meagher, who was distinguished by a > beautiful green cap, and was also mounted, shared the cheers of the > peasantry. On reaching Fethard, an ancient castellated and walled town, > the > procession was augmented by large reinforcements. > > It is just half a century since a meeting was held on that mountain-in the > year 1798. > > About five o'clock the chair was taken by James O'Donnell, Esq. Ballyboo. > The chair was a hugh rock, on which were accommodated also the ladies and > the members of the press. Beside it was another rock, the tribune from > which > the orators addressed the meeting. Among those conspicuous at the meeting, > were the officers and committee of the John Mitchell Club, of Clonmel, who > wore tri-colour rosettes in their coats. The Carrick-on-Suir Clubs were > also > represented. Though the numbers were greatly diminished by the fact of the > rumour that the meeting was put off having gained ground, there could be > not > less than 10,000 or 12'000 fighting men there. It was also stated that the > Rev. Dr. Burke, of Clonmel, advised the people against going to the > meeting, > when (a rather unusual thing, but significant of the times) one of the > congregation replied that "he ought to be heading the people there". On > the > other hand, the Rev. Dr. Baldwin told the people to go there, and gave > them > his blessing. Immediately after the chair was taken. > > Mr. John Bailey read an address to Mr. Meagher and Mr. Doheny. Mr. Wright > read an address from the Foig-a-Balagh Club of Mullinahone. This address > stated that it was work, not words, the people wanted now, and that they > would support Mr. Meagher and Mr. Doheny to the death (here again there > were > three lusty cheers given for a republic). Mr. Nash of Cahir, read an > address > from the Lord Edward Fitzgerald Club of that town, and Mr. Hannegan read > an > address from the Invincible Club of Kilcash. > > Mr. Doheny then mounted the rock, and was greeted with enthusiastic > cheering. He said he was in gaol at that hour last night, 70 miles from > the > spot on which he now stood. They saw that he was there now thank God. That > was no holiday meeting like '43 (cries of hear hear). The men who toiled > up > that hill would go to the cannon's mouth (cheers). > > When he saw the glorious scene before him and breathed the air of heaven > 'neath the sun, and saw around him so many with whom he had spent his > schoolboy days on those hills, and when he thought of the happy scenes of > his boyhood and youth-when he saw a people around him to whom God had > given > the land to possess it, but man had denied them the gift of heaven-he was > ready to shed the last drop of his blood in their noble cause. But there > would be no blood shed. The English were not such fools as to attack the > men > he saw here today. He had travelled a few days ago 70 miles at the expense > of her Majesty the Queen, and was accompanied all the way by the soldiery. > He saw what they could do. There were lads there not sixteen years of age > who had travelled twenty five miles to go to that meeting. The troops that > escorted him could not walk seven miles on the level road without > fainting. > They could not mount this mountain. (loud cheers). It has been said that > Cromwell was on this summit. He never came so high. He only came as far as > Killavalla. They had come to the top, and what did they see. Fertility > teeming for miles beyond miles where the eye cannot reach, and that > glorious > sun of heaven ripening it into food for man. God had said in the voice of > the silent dew, 'That land is for you'. England said it was not. Whether > would they obey England or God (hear, hear,). For his own part he had no > hesitation in saying that he did not come there for repeal. > > A voice,---We must have a republic. > > Mr. Doheny did not want to talk of a republic or any other form of > Government. He came there to carry out God's command, that the people in > the > sweat of their brow should eat bread and not starve. Enough had perished. > They must never allow people to starve again. (loud cheers). If they had > human hearts and human sympathies, they must shed their blood rather than > that such another year should come. He would have to stand his trial on > the > 2nd August. Mr. Meagher had a longer day. The time was at hand when the > harvest would be ripe for the sickle. If they were men they should know > how > to defend it. > > A Voice---Three cheers for John Mitchell, (here followed a scene of > enthusiasm that baffles description.) > > Mr. Doheny continued---The sun has a prophetic light for him and this very > evening, as he lies upon his pillow beyond the wave, it will soothe his > spirit by telling him that there are men in Ireland yet, and that on a > lofty > mountain they are paying homage to their creator, and swear to him that > his > blessings will not be bestowed in vain. I have said before that the time > for > speech making is past, and the time for action has come. Let us swear to > God > that this year will not go by till Ireland is a free nation. Raise up your > hands. (Here every hand of the vast assembly was raised up.) Mr. Doheny > then > concluded amidst protracted and vehement cheering. > > Mr. Meagher next ascended the tribune, wearing his green cap with a gold > band, and a tri-colour sash, he was received with unbounded enthusiasm. > When > the applause subsided, he said, 'You have heard a true son of Irish soil, > whose rugged virtues partake of the character of the Country. You have > heard > him say that I am to stand my trial at the next assizes, which will be the > day after the fair. (laughter). If there is anyone to communicate the > proceedings of this meeting to the Government, I thrust that they will > find > out that they made a great mistake in arresting me. (loud cheers, and 'You > never shall follow Mitchell.' I am here not only to repent of nothing, but > to dare them to do something worse (Loud cheers). When I threw myself into > this movement, when I was barely yet of age, I felt that I lived in a land > of slavery, and that if God gave me intellect, it ought to be employed for > the Country. It was with this feeling I joined the cause of Ireland at a > moment when every nation wished to see her flag unfurled on these hills. > Forty-three passed away, but its vows have not passed away. I wish I had > the > eloquence of him who stirred up the Country. O'Connell, like all great men > had his faults, but he had his virtues, and he had his victories. This I > will say, that he preached a cause that we are bound to see out. He used > to > say, 'I may not see what I have laboured for'. I am an old man-my arm is > withered; no epitaph of victory may mark my grave; but I see a young > generation with redder blood in their veins, and they will do the work. > (cheering). Therefore it is that I am ambitious to decorate these hills > with > the flag of my Country. Nor is it alone because I feel this obligation. A > scourge came from God, which ought to have stirred you up into greater > action. The potato was smitten; but our fields waved with golden grain. It > was not for you. To your lips it was forbidden fruit. The ships came and > bore it away, and when the prices rose, it came back, but not for the > victims whose lips grew pale and quivered, and opened no more. Did I say > they opened no more?. Yes, they did open in Heaven to accuse our rulers. > Those lips, beautiful and fresh with the light of God, supplicated his > throne, and he has blessed our cause. This fact is plain, that this land, > which is yours by nature, and by Gods gift, is not yours by the law of the > land. There were bayonets, therefore, between the people and their > rightful > God. Are you content that the harvest of this land, which you see, and to > which your labour has imparted fruitfulness, should again be reaped for > the > stranger?. (Loud cries of No, No, and we never shall). Walking in this > glorious scenery Cromwell said, 'Is not this land worth fighting for?'. > (Cries of 'We would fight and die for it.). > > There always appeared to me a cloud on its brightest scenery, because it > did > not belong to its inhabitants-because our flag was not here. The flag of > England waves over all your institutions. The famine came, and then their > coercion laws. Then the gallant man, young and brave, with a wife and > young > children, who, if they were made of less heroic clay, would have caught > him > to their breast before he went forth to preach the Gospel, that a life of > a > peasant is worth the life of a Lord. That gospel went through the country, > and you said it was the true one. Because he preached this they took him, > threw him into a prison and banished him from his native land. There is a > stain on the nation while he remains in Bermuda. He does not sleep, his > feverish chafed spirit knows no rest. He is listening day by day to the > sound of the waves, thinking that in these sounds will come his liberty > and > yours. Because he does not rest, you ought not to rest. He stood up before > his Judges, and he said you have done your duty and I have done mine. Like > the Roman youth who, standing before the tyrant, put his hand in the fire > till it was burned, and said 'There are 300 to follow my example. I will > promise for one, two, three--aye, for three hundred!.' He uttered that > prophecy, and he is not deceived. Others have stepped into the breach, and > Newgate will, hereafter, be dedicated in our history as the Temple of > Liberty. Will you permit the country to be deprived of these men.?. I > stand > here upon the lofty summit of a country which, if we do not win for > ourselves, we must win for those who come after us. You will mount higher > than this, and face a burning sun. No man came here today that is not > determined to brave the worse that foe can do. I have not come here today > for the purpose of speech making, but to tell you the duties you owe > yourselves and the prisoners. Hear the verses of a young and gallant > patriot, whose grave ought not be forgotten amidst the dazzling lustre of > the living. Of the men of Tipperary he said--- > > "You're free to share his scanty meal, > > His plighted word he'll never vary, > > In vain they tried with gold and steel, > > To shake the faith of Tipperary." > > You have given your word--you have plighted your faith. Then hear the > other > verse-- > > "Let Britain brag her motley rag, > > We lift the green more proud and airy, > > But mine the lot to bear that flag, > > And head the men of Tipperary." > > (Then the scene of cheers and enthusiasm that followed, of which it would > be > impossible to give any adequate idea, hats waved, shillelaghs flourished, > and a true Tipperary cheer echoed for several minutes from hill to > valley.) > > A splendid tri-colour was then unfurled, orange, green and white. It > belonged to the Wolfe Tone Club of Waterford. > > "Mr. Doheny seized it, and, waving it in triumph, amidst vehement > cheering, > said--'When that flag is raised in the last struggle you will keep it > free, > nor ever allow it again to lie in the dust.' (Cheering and cries of---Why > don't you mount a pike on it.) > > The meeting was then addressed by Mr. Wright, who eulogised Messrs. Doheny > and Meagher; after which, it being then seven o'clock, the vast assemblage > separated. > > Mr. Meagher proceeded with some friends to Carrick-on-Suir, where the > people > had been expecting him, and where the men of Waterford were to meet him. > > The Nenagh Guardian gives a report of another speech delivered by Mr. > Doheny, in which he told his auditors to get ready to meet the English foe > on their Irish soil, ere the produce of the present harvest should be > drafted out of the country. > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > COTIPPERARY-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message