LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 014 442 467 F 220 . 168 C6 Copy 1 The Lost Tribes of the Irish in the South AN ADDRESS BY IRVIN S. COBB AT THE ANNUAL DINNER OF THE AMERICAN IRISH HISTORICAL SOCIETY, WALDORF-ASTORIA HOTEL, JANUARY 6, 1917. Office of Edward H. Daly, Secretary-General, 52 Wall Street. NEW YORK 19 17 \ J(cZC(o A/^^Uv^j^^A ^ppp^'' THE LOST TRIBES OF THE IRISH IN THE SOUTH. The after-dinner address of Mr. Irvin S. Cobb of Kentucky — so well known throughout the length and breadth of the land as an American of Americans and writer of vivid stories of American life, throbbing with pathos, alive with infec- tious humor, keen observation and dramatic force ; as a war correspondent and picturer of the naked horrors of war ; as a lecturer and general publicist — will be hailed with interest and pleasure everywhere. The American Irish Historical So- ciety does itself the honor of issuing the address in this form in advance of its appearance in the Quarterly Review of the Society, that it may be more widely known and the facts it sets forth more widely grasped. It treats its subject — the Irish share in the early upbuilding of the Southern States — in a masterly way, in direct line with the Society's motto, "To make better known the Irish chapter in American history." Editors are cordially invited to reproduce the address in whole or in part. JOSEPH I. C. CLARKE, President-General, American-Irish Historical Society. New York, January, 1917. MR. COBB'S ADDRESS. Mr. President, and Ladies and Gen- tlemen : 1 am speaking but the plain trutli when I tell you tnat I would rather be here to-night facing an assemblage of men and women of Irish blood and Irish breeding than in any other banquet hall on eartn. For i am one who is Irish and didn't know it; but now that I do know it, I am prouder of that fact than of any other thing on earth except that I am an American citizen. I wonder if it ever occurred to you, what differences are to be found in many a country and in almost any country, between the temperaments and the spir- its and the customs of those who live in the north of it and those who live in the south of it? To tl:e north, to Prussia, the German Empire has always looked for its great scientists and its great mathematicians and its propound- ers and expounders of a certain cool and analytical philosophy ; but it was to the south, to Bavaria and to Saxony, that Germany had to turn for its poets and its story-tellers. It was the north of France that pro- duced and yet produces those men who have harnessed the forces of nature, who have made the earth tremble to the pulse-beat of their factories, who took the ore from the earth and the coal from the hillsides, and with them v/rought out the great steel industries of that country; but it was out of the south of France that there came its marvelous fiction writers and minstrel-bards, its greatest poets and its greatest dream- ers; and out of that same south once upon a tim.e there came, too, a fiery out- pouring of shock-headed men and women who wore wooden shoes on their feet and red caps on their heads and who marched to the words of a song which has become the fighting song of every nation, craving liberty and daring to march and to die for it — the "Mar- seillaise Hymn." (Applause.) The names of the Poid M lanaise and the Lombards and the Venetians of northern Italy are synonymous with frugality in domestic affairs and energy in commercial pursuits, but it is down in the tip of the toe of the Latin boot that we find the Italian who loves tue liardest and sings die, loudest and fignts for the very love of the iightmg. The north of Ireland, as we all know, has fathered the great bus.ncss men ol that little island, and the great manu- facturers and the great tlieologians, many of tliem ; and, regretful lo say, it has also produced a spawn of hur. an beings who, in the face of the fact t..at in every other land where men have equal opportunities, the Irishman has won his way to the front and has h^eld his own with prince and potenlate, yet cling to thie theory th.at in Ireland, of all the spots of the world, the Irish- man is not capable of governing hmi- self. But it was to the south of Ire- land, and it is to the south of Ireland to-day. tjiat one must turn to find the dreamer and the writer, th.e idealist and the poet. It is to the south of Ireland also that one must turn to seek for a people whose literature and whose tra- ditions are saddened by the memory of the wrongs they have withstood and the persecutions they liave endured and still endure, and yet whose spirits and whose characters are uplifted and sanctified by that happy optimism which seems every- where on this footstool to be the heri- tage of the true southerner. (Applause.) In a m^easure these same things are true of our own country. The north excels in business, but the soutli leads in romance. The north opens wide the door of opportunity to every man who comes to its borders with willing liands and eager brain, and commands him to get busy. The south opens a door, too, but it is the door of hospitality, and it bids the stranger enter in, not so m.uch for what he can give, but for what he can take in the way of welcome. I think there is a reason, aside from topography and geography and climate and environ- ment, for tliese differences between the common divisions of our great country. And I am going to come lo that reason in a minute. As a boy, down soutli, there were two songs that stirred me as no other songs could^one was a song that I loved and one a song that I hated, and one of these songs was the hattle hymn of the south, "Dixieland," and the other was "Marching Through Georgia." But once upon a time when I was half-grown, a wandering piper came to the town where I lived, a man who spoke witli a brogue and played with one. And he car- ried under his arm a wierd contraption wliich to me seemed to be a compound of two fishing poles stuck in a hot-water bottle, and he snuggled it to his breast and it squawked out its ecstasy, and then he played on it a tune called "Garry- owen." And as he played it, I found that my toes tingled inside my shoes, and my heart throbbed as I thought it could only throb to the air of "Dixie." And I took counsel with myself and I said, "Why is it that I who call myseli a pure Anglo-Saxon should be thrilled by an Irish air?" So I set out to de- termine the reason for it. And this is the kind of Anglo-Saxon I found out I was : My mother was of the strain, the breed of Black Dotiglas of Scotland, as Scotch as haggis, and rebels, all of them, descendants of men who followed the fortunes of Bonnie Prince Charles, and her mother lived in a county in North Carolina, one of five counties where up to 1820, Gaelic was not only the language of the people in the street, but was the official language of the courts. It was in that selfsame part of North Carolina that there lived some of the men who, nearly a year before our Declaration of Independence was drawn up, wrote and signed the Meck- lenburg Declaration, which was the first battle-cry raised for American independ- ence. On the other side, I found, by investigation, that my father's line ran back straight and unbroken to a thatched cottage on the green side of a hill in the Wicklow Mountains, and his people likewise had some kinsmen in Galway, and some in Dublin with whom, fol- lowing the quaint custom of their land, they were accustomed to take tea and fight afterwards. (Applause and laugh- ter.) I found I had a collateral ances- tor who was out with tlie pikes in the '98 and lie was taken prisoner and tried for high crimes and misdemeanors against the Britisli Government, and was sentenced to be hanged by the neck un- til he was dead and might God have mercy on his soul ! And lie was hanged by the neck imtil he was dead, and I am sure God did have mercy on his soul. for that soul of his went marching on, transmitting to his people, of whom I am proud to be one, the desire to rebel against oppression and tyranny. (Ap- plause.) I had three great grandfathers, two of them Irish and one of them Scotcli, who were Revolutionary soldiers, and I had a father who was a Confed- erate soldier. And of these facts, too, I am quite proud, for I find that my strain, being Irish, is always intent either on trying to run the government or trying to pull it down. You Irish-descended people of the Northern States are proud of Shields, the son of an Irish emigrant, who, if my memory serves me aright, helped to direct the destinies of three Amer- ican commonwealths and was United States Senator from all three. But I like to think of another Irishman, Mat- thew Lyon by name, the son of an hum- ble Wicklow peasant, who was sold as a slave to the New England plantations because he, an Episcopalian, dared to raise his voice and his arm in defense of the rights of his Catholic neighbors and kinsmen in the Count}' of Wick- low ; and he bought his freedom with a black bull, which, according to family tradition, he first stole, and he became a United States Senator from Vermont, and cast the vote, against the wishes of his constituents, which made Thomas Jefiferson President of this country over Aaron Burr and by so doing altered the entire cotirse of our country's history; and while he was in jail in a town in Vermont for his attacks on the odious alien and sedition laws, he issued a chal- lenge for a duel to the President of the United States, and being released, he moved down to Kentucky and became a Congressman ; and later, having quar- reled with all his neighbors there, he moved on to Arkansas and was named as Arkansas' first territorial delegate to Washington, and he might have moved still further west and might have filled still more offices had he not in the full- ness of his maturity, when he was sev- enty years young, been thrown from a mule and had liis neck broken. I like to think of Matthew Lyon and his ca- reer because he, also, was an ancestor of mine. (Applause and laughter.) W^ell, as I said a bit ago, I set out to trace my Irish ancestry. In that un- dertaking I found a ready helper in a distant kinsman who was not carried away by the fetish that the south was all Anglo-Saxon, whatever that is ; and he worked me early and late on family records. Indeed, he worked me so hard that sometimes I think 1 might have likened my position to that of a colored brotlier in a little town in my state who was the only member of his race at the local election who voted the Democratic ticket. It was felt that such loyalty should be rewarded, so the incoming administration created a Department ot Street Clean. ng — an institution hitherto unknown in that community — to consist of a boss or foreman, and a staff. Quite naturall}' the job of foreman went to a white man, but upon the worthy colored person was conferred the honor of be- ing the Stafif. Now, he held to the theory, common even among those of the more enlightened races, that a politi- cal off.ce meant much honor and much pay but mighty little work. Neverthe- less, as a matter of form he carried a shovel with him on the morning when he reported for service. But the white man who was to serve over him had very different ideas regarding the obli- gation owing to the municipality. No sooner had the darkey cleaned up one pile of debris than the foreman would find another and yet another for him to wrestle with. It was four o'clock in the afternoon before the darkey so much as straightened his back or wiped the sweat- off his brow or blew on the new-formed blisters in the palms of his hands. Finally he said : "Boss, ain't you got nuthin' to do but jes' to think up things fur me to do?" "Yes," the white man said ; "that's all my job — just to keep you busy.'' The darky said : "Well, sub, in that case you will be pleased to know you ain't goin' to be workin' to-morrow." (Laughter.) But I kept on working and I discov- ered a lot of things about the lost tribes of the Irish in the south. Tlie State of Kentucky from which I hail lias been called the cradle of the Anglo-Saxon race in America, and it has been said that the mountaineers of that state, with their feuds and their Elizabethan, Chau- cerian methods of speech represent the purest strains of English blood to be found to-day on this continent. Now, then, let us see if that is true. I have looked into that matter and I tell you that fifty per cent, at least, of the dwell- ers of the mountains of the South and notalily of Kentucky and Virginia arc the lineal descendants of runaway inden- ture men, Irisli rebels mainly, from the Virginia plantations. I know a moun- tain county in Kentucky of which half of the population bear one of three names. They are either Mayos, or Pat- ricks, or Powers. And I once heard an orator stand up before an audience of those Mayos and Powers and Pat- ricks and congratulate them on their pure English descent, and they believed it! (Laughter.) I wish you would pardon me once more for referring to my line of ances- try, for it is testimony to prove my claim. On my father's side 1 am de- scended from a group of men who went from New England to Kentucky and the names of these men were Lyon and Cobb, which is a Danish corruption of O'Connor, and Machen, and Clendenin, and O'Hara, and Glenn, which is a cor- ruption of Glynn. What a hot bunch of Anglo-Saxons! (Laughter.) The Congressional District in which I was born and where I used to live has thirteen counties in it. Listen to the names of these thirteen counties ; Marshall, Calloway, Graves, McCracken, Lyon, Livingston, Caldwell, Trigg, Crit- tenden, Ballard, Hickman, Fulton, Car- lise — thirteen counties and all but two of them have Irish names. What is true of my own section of Kentucky is true of the rest of the States. Daniel Boone has been called the first explorer of Kentucky and it has been said he was of English de- scent. Both of those statements are wrong. Daniel Boone was not the first explorer of Kentucky. The first man to explore Kentucky was an Irishman by the name of John Finley. But be- fore him was still another Irishman by the name of McBride — James McBride. He lingers in state history as a shadowy figure, but I like to think of him as a red-haired chap witli a rifle in one hand and possibly a demijohn in the other, coming out through the trackless wilder- ness alone and landing from his canoe on what was afterwards to be known as the Dark and Bloody ground. Aside from his name, it is proven that he was an Irishman by the legendary circum- stances that immediately after coming ashore he carved his name in deep and enduring letters in the bark of the lar- gest beech tree of the forest, and claimed all of the land that lay within his vision as his own, and shot an Indian or two and went on his way rejoicing. As for Daniel Boone, the great pathfinder, he really was descended from the line of Buhun, which is Norman-Irish, and his mother was a Morgan, and his wife was a Bryan, and his father was an Irish Catholic. 'i'tic records show that nearly three- fourths of that dauntless little band wno under the leadership of George Rogers Clark, an Irishman, waded through the floods to take Vincennes and tiiereby won all the great northwest territory away from the British and gave to the American colonies what to-day is the richest part of the United States, wiiere Irishmen — not Scotch-Irish,, nor English- Irish, but plain Irish-Irish men who were rebels and patriots by instinct and born adventurers by reason of the blood which ran in their veins. The first settlement of English-speak- ing Catholics beyond the Allegheny Mountains was not located in the north but in the south, and in my own State of Kentucky at that. It endures to-day, after having given to this country one of its greatest and most scholarly churchmen, Bishop Spaulding. (Ap- plause.) The children of tl:e pioneers of Kentucky, almost without exception, learned their first lessons in log cabins under the teachings of that strange but gifted race of men, the wandering Irish schoolmasters, who founded the old field schools of the South and to whom the South is largely indebted for the seeds of its culture. Irishmen from Kentucky, Virginia, Pennsylvania and Maryland bore the brunt of the western campaigns in 1812 against the Britisli. Irishmen from Kentucky fell thick at the disastrous battles of the Thames, and the Raison, and their Irish bones to-day rest in that ground sanctifying it and making of it an American shrine of patriotism. It was the hand of a Kentucky Irishman, Colonel Richard Johnson, afterwards Vice-President of the United States, that slew the great Tecumseh. A good share of the Kentucky and Tennessee rifle- men who at New Orleans stood behind Andy Jackson's cotton bale breastworks, mowing down Packcnham's Peninsular Veterans and making their red coats redder still with the life blood of those invaders, were Irishmen, real Irishmen. They proved their Irish lineage by the fact that they fell out and quarreled with Old Hickory, because he denied them all the credit for winning the fight, and he quarreled back, for he was by way of being an Irishman himself. (Laughter and applause.) It was a Kentucky Irishman, Dr. Ephraim McDowell, who performed the first operation for ovariotomy — per- formed it on a kitchen table with a mad husband standing over him with a drawn revolver, threatening to shoot him if his wife died under the knife. But he went ahead and it was a successful operation, and it has brought relief and life and sanity to millions of women all over the world. It was a Kentucky Irish- man and a soldier, Theodore O'Hara, who penned perhaps the most beautiful lyric poem, and certainly the sweetest tribute to the brave in our language, th.c immortal "Bivouac of the Dead." It was another Kentucky Irishman, the saintly poet-priest. Father Ryan, whose hand wrote those two fondest poems in memory of the Lost Cause, "The Con- quered Banner" and "The Sword of Robert E. Lee." In the Civil War it was a Kentuckian of Scotch and Irish descent who led the North— Abraham Lincoln — and _ it was another Kentuckian of mingled Irish and Scotch blood — Jefferson Davis — who was President of the Confederacy. The historian Collins said the five greatest lawyers Kentucky ever produced were Barry, Rowan, Haggin, Brecken- ridge, and Bledsoe — four Irish names and one Indian name — and yet these five have been called Anglo-Saxons, too. What is true of Kentucky is to a greater or less degree true of the rest of the South. It was an Irish Virginian, Patrick Henry, who sounded the first keynote of the American Revolution, and who at the risk of his life, by his words paved the way for the Declara- tion of Independence. The South Caro- lina Irishman, John C. Calhoun, first raised the slogan of Nullification, and it was another Irishman, Andrew Jackson of Tennessee, who swore by the Eternal to hang him higher than Haman if he carried out his plan. To-night you have heard a tribute, and a deserved one, to little Phil Sheridan of the North, but I want to couple his name with that of a Southern Irishman, the son of an Irish refugee, Pat Cle- burne of Arkansas, one of the most gal- lant leaders tliat the Civil War produced. (Applause.) Pat Cleburne died on one of the bloodiest battlefields of Christen- dom in his stocking feet because as he rode into battle that morning he saw one of his Irish boys from Little Rock tramping barefooted over the frozen furrows of a wintry cornfield and leaving tracks of blood behind him. So he drew off his boots and bade the soldier put them on, and fifteen minutes later he went to his God in his stocking feet. Raleigh laid down his coat before Good Queen Bess, and has been immor- talized for his cliivalry, but 1 think a more courtly deed was that of the gal- lant Irishman, Pat Cleburne. For one was kowtowing before royalty and the other had in his heart only thoughtful- ness and humanity for the common man afoot. Sam Houston, the first President of the Lone Star State, was a Tennessee Irishman, Irish through and through, and the present President of the United States, a Southerner also, is half Irish. One of the most distinguished members of the Supreme Court in recent years was a Kentucky Irishman, John M. Har- lan, and to-day two of the men who sit on that tribunal are Irishmen — White of Louisiana, the distinguished and hon- ored Chief Justice, and McReynolds of Tennessee. (Voice) How about McKenna? Mr. Cobb : He is not a Southerner, I regret to say. I suppose I could go on for hours, if your patience held out — and my throat- — telling of the achieve- ments of Irishmen, and of the imperish- able records that Irishmen have left on the history of that part of the Union from which I came, but to call the roll of the great men who have done great things and won achievement and fame south of Mason's and Dixon's line since there was such a line, would be almost like running through the parish regis- ters of the counties of Ireland, both north and south. Indeed, in my opinion, it is not altogether topography or geog- raphy or climate that has made the South what it is, and given it those dis- tinguishing characteristics which adorn it. The soft speech of the Southerner; his warm heart, and his hot head, his readiness to begin a fight, and to for- give Iiis opponent afterwards ; his ven- eration for women's chastity and his love for the ideals of his native land — all these are heritages of his Irish an- cestry, transmitted to him tli rough two generations. The North has put her heroes on a pension, but the South has put hers on a pedestal. There is not a Southern hamlet of any size to-day that has not reared a bronze or marl)le or granite n-'onument to its own defenders in the Civil War. and there is scarce a Southern home where at the knees of tlie mother the children are not taught to revere the memories and remember the deeds of Lee and Jackson and For- rest, the Tennessee Irishman, and Mor- gan, the Kentucky Irishman, and Wash- ington, and Light Horse Harry Lee, and Francis Marion, the Irish Swamp I* ox of the Carolinas. I believe as firmly as I believe anything on earth that for that veneration, for that love of heroism and for that joying in the ideals of its soil, tlie South is indebted mainly to the Irish lilood that courses through the veins of its sons and of its daughters. No, ladies and gentlemen, the lost Irish tribes of the South are not lost; they are not lost any more than the "wild geese" that flew across the Chan- nel from Ireland were lost. They are not lost any more than the McMahons who went to France, or the O'Donnells who went to Spain, or the Simon Boli- vars and the O'Higgins wlio went to South America, or the O'Farrells and the O'Briens who went to Cuba. For their Irish blood is of the strain that cannot be extinguished and it lives to- day, thank God, in the attributes and the habits and the customs and the tra- ditions of the South.ern people. Most of all it lives in one of their common char- acteristics, which, I think, in conclusion, may possibly be best suggested by the telling of a story that I heard some time ago, of an Irishman in Mobile. As the story goes, this Irishm>an on Sunday heard a clergjman preach on the Judg- ment Day. The priest told of the hour wlien the trumpet s'nall blow and all peo- ples of all climes and all ages shall be gathered before the Seat of God to be judged according to their deeds done in the flesh. After the sermon he sought out the pastor and he said, "Father, I want to ask you a few questions touch- ing on what you preached about to-day. Do you really think that on the Judg- ment Day everybody will be there ?" The priest said : "That is my under- standing." "Will Cain and Abel be there?" "Undoubtedly." "And David and Goliath — will they both be there?" "That is my information and belief." "And Brian Boru and Oliver Cromwell will be there?" "Assuredlv they will be present." "And the 'A. O. H.'s and A. P. A.'s?" "I am quite positive they will all be tliere together." "Father," said the parishioner, "there'll be damn little judgin' done the first day !" (Applause and laughter.) LIBRPRY OF CONGRESS 014 442 467 LIBRARY OF CONGREJ 014 442 467 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 014 442 467