By LORD ASHBOURNE

[NOTE.--This chapter was written by Lord Ashbourne in French, because

he is so strong an Irishman that he objects to write in English. The

translation has been made by the Editors.]

To those of us who are interested in the future of our country there

is at this very moment presented a really serious problem. The

political struggle of the last century has been so intense that many

of our people have come to have none but a political solution in

view. For them the whole question is one of politics, and they will

continue to believe that Ireland will have found salvation the moment

we get Home Rule or something like it. Such an attitude seems natural

enough when we remember what our people have suffered in the past.

Nevertheless, on a little reflection, this error--for error it is,

and an enormous one, too--will be quickly dissipated. In the first

place, the political struggle of today is only the continuation of a

conflict which has lasted seven hundred years, and in point of fact

we have a right to be proud that after so many trials there still

remains to us anything of our national inheritance. We find ourselves

indeed on the battlefield somewhat seriously bruised, but we can

console ourselves with the thought that our opponent is in equally

doleful case, that he is beginning to suffer from a fatal weariness,

and that he is anxious to make peace with us.

In order to place the present political situation in its true light

and to take into account its comparatively limited importance, we

must not lose sight of the fundamental fact that what Home Rule

connotes is rather a tender of peace on the part of Ireland than a

gift which England presents us of her own free will. In fact, our

neighbor across the Channel has as much interest as ourselves, and

perhaps even more, in bringing the struggle to an end. Through us,

England has already lost much prestige, and that famous British

Constitution, which in times past everyone admired while trying in

vain to imitate it, has lost caste considerably. I am not now

speaking of the danger which an Ireland discontented, and even

hostile, and having nothing to lose, would constitute for England in

case of war. It is especially from our neighbor's point of view that

we can cry up Home Rule or any other solution that will bring peace.

But let us leave to Great Britain the task of getting out of trouble

as best she may. On our side, what shall we say of it?

In our conflict with the English we are not wearied; rather are we

hardened for the fray. We have acquired the habit of fighting, and

many of us can now scarcely regulate our conduct in a manner suitable

to a state of peace with England. Nevertheless, as I have already

said, we have not emerged unscathed from this war of the centuries.

National sentiment remains with us, no doubt, and our traditions are

not wholly lost, especially among the country people of the West. But

our commerce is almost ruined and the national language is no longer

spoken throughout the greater part of the country. It is true that a

continuation of the hitherto existing state of war cannot do us much

more harm; that for purposes of mere destruction all the advantages

are on our side; and that on the other hand we can begin a

reconstruction at home without waiting for a treaty of peace to be

signed. But we have some things to do for which a home government

would be useful to us, and further, in the absence of such a

government, it would be difficult to imagine what means could be

employed to turn the people away from their too exclusive absorption

in Anglo-Irish politics.

It is, then, from a practical point of view that we wish for peace.

But, we may lawfully ask, will not this peace bring with it a special

danger, against which we ought to take precautions? As a matter of

fact, there is such a danger, and it lies in the fact that the people

have been to so great an extent obsessed by the political struggle

that they run the risk, once their end is attained, of collapsing and

of losing interest in the national question. Let us not forget that

that question is to save our language and our civilization; without

that, it is all over with our nationality. Let us endeavor to turn

our parliament to account in order to work seriously on the

reconstruction of our national life, and it is certain that Ireland

will find therein her salvation.

We can, therefore, take advantage either of England's prolonged

resistance or of peace. If England decides to continue the contest,

she will suffer more from it than we. Her empire, her institutions,

her safety, will be more and more impaired, while, as for us, there

will result a strong growth in patriotism and in anti-British

bitterness. What we have to do, right now, is to take our bearings in

such a way that, no matter what happens to England, our own future

shall be assured. We can do it if we wish it: the question is, shall

we wish it?

Here it may be objected, _Cui bono_ The English language is quite

enough for us. We have it now and we speak it, sometimes, even better

than the English people themselves. We are proud of using the same

language as Sheridan, Burke, and Grattan used. Such an opinion has

its modicum of truth, though less now than a hundred years ago.

Formerly there was in Ireland, and especially around Dublin, a little

colony of Anglo-Irish. The members of this colony spoke a very pure

and classic English, and this fact is largely responsible for the

place which Ireland at one time held in English literature. But

during the last century the remains of this colony have been swamped

beneath a flood of half-Anglicized people, of Irishmen from the

country districts, who were formerly excluded, and who brought with

them such a mixture of expressions and of phonetic tendencies derived

from the Gaelic that the language of Grattan, Sheridan, and Burke has

well-nigh gone out of existence. The reason of this is that since the

date of Catholic emancipation, most careers are open to everybody.

The result has been that the newly enfranchised majority has

ultimately absorbed the minority, and that the atmosphere of culture,

of which we have just spoken, has disappeared. We thus reach an

Ireland which, in a sense, has neither culture nor language, a

country in which the Gaelic spoken by a people humiliated and deeply

demoralized by an anti-Catholic legislation, which was both savage

and degrading, tended to coalesce with an English already condemned

to death. It is from the moment when the Catholics had finally

triumphed over persecution that we must date the beginning of that

political struggle with which we are familiar, a struggle which has

resulted in absorbing all the energies of a great part of the

population. That is why this tremendous problem presents itself to

us, at the very time when we should be justified in feeling ourselves

elated by triumph because of our victories in parliament. And let not

England rejoice too much at our dilemma. If we are doomed to die, she

will die with us, for before disappearing we shall prove to be a

great destructive force, and out of the ruins of the British power we

shall raise such a monument that future generations will know what it

costs to murder a nation.

But, if possible, we must live and let live. The elements of

reconstruction are always at hand. Anglo-Irish culture is indeed

dead, but Gaelic culture is only seriously sick, and on that side

there is always room for hope. Sooth to say, its sickness consists

above all in the fact that the Irish language is no longer spoken in

a great part of the country. But, on the other hand, where it is

preserved, that same language is spoken in all its purity. By going

there to find it all Ireland will gradually become Gaelic.

But, it will be objected, what a loss of time and energy! If it is a

question of languages, why not learn one of the more useful ones? To

this we may reply that, while English deforms the mouth and makes it

incapable of pronouncing any language which is not spoken from the

tip of the lips, Gaelic, on the contrary, so exercises the organs of

speech that it renders easy the acquisition and the practice of most

European idioms. Let us add, by way of example, that French, which is

usually difficult for strangers, is much more within the compass of

Irishmen who speak Irish, no less because of certain linguistic

customs than from the original relationship between the two

languages.

This remark brings us to another objection which is often lodged

against our movement. It is urged that Ireland is already isolated

enough, and that by making it a Gaelic-speaking nation, we shall make

that state of affairs still worse. English, say the objectors, is

spoken more or less everywhere, while Gaelic will never be able to

claim the position of a quasi-universal language. To this line of

reasoning it might be answered, for one thing, that no one can tell

how far Gaelic will go, in case our movement is a success, and that

many a language formerly "universal" is today as dead as a door-nail.

But we must look at the question from another point of view. John

Bull's language is spread everywhere, while he himself retains the

most exclusive insularity. He travels to every land and there finds

his own language and his own customs. Now it goes without saying that

from this very universalization his language is corrupted and becomes

vulgarized. The idiom of Shakespeare and Milton gives place gradually

to the idiom of the seaports. Furthermore, far from isolating us,

Gaelic will tend to put us in touch with the civilization of the

West. As a people Anglicised, and badly Anglicised at that, we share,

and even exaggerate, the faults which I have just described. It is

Anglo-Saxon speech which isolates us, and we wish on this ground to

break with it and to hold out our hand to our brothers of the

continent.

But, it may be said, what a pity to dig yet another abyss between

Ireland and Great Britain, for it is with the latter that our

geographical position will always link us for common defense. For,

while it is true that history does not show us a single case of an

empire which has not sooner or later fallen to pieces, nevertheless,

whatever happens, the two islands will be necessarily forced to

co-operate for the common good. Well, let us take it that things will

so fall out, and let us suppose an Anglicised Ireland called upon to

face such a situation. It would be a revolutionary Ireland, a

restless Ireland, an Ireland seeking vaguely for revenge on someone,

deprived of really national character, and, in a general way,

suspecting England of responsibility for the disappearance from our

country of everything that constitutes the idea of nationality. And

let us remark that we are no longer living in those good old times

when entire nations allowed themselves to be absorbed by their

conquerors. The art of printing has changed all that. Today a

"suppressed" nation is one that will sooner or later have its

revenge. Thus let us suppose that we are destined to make political

peace with England and to enter of our own accord into a

Hiberno-Britannic confederation. From our point of view, what would

be the result of that arrangement? The result would be strange. Here

again, as in the case of Home Rule, it is rather we who offer

advantages to England than she who offers them to us. Only, in this

latter case, the result depends on ourselves alone. If we die, it

will be because we have wished it. Our language is not dead; on the

contrary, although not widely spread, it is in itself much more alive

than English, which as a literary language is in full decay. We may

congratulate ourselves that our idiom is intact. Our civilization is

old, but it has not yet lived its full life. If we wish, the future

is ours. And let us truly believe that that is worth while, for the

race which has produced epics like those of Ossian and all that

magnificent literature which has been preserved for us through the

ages, the race that gave to Europe that great impulse of missionary

activity which is associated with the names of Columcille, Brendan,

Columbanus, and Gall, not to mention men like the famous Scotus

Erigena--that race is certainly called upon to play an important part

in the modern world. But--let us repeat it--it must have the wish.

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