
(150 Years Ago Today)
"It may be in your recreation that I sent you a statement last May, which you published in your newspaper, of my early potatoes being diseased. It was the first public notice of the appearance of the disease in this district, and many of our neighbours were incredulous on the subject, and disregarded the warning. I am sorry to be obliged to have the same story to tell again this year.
"The fatal spots have again appeared within the last few days on my early crop, which have now attained their full height, and are nearly fit to dig. They are unmistakenly infected with the potato murrain of the two last years, and about a fortnight earlier than they were last year. Whether the same is to be the fate of the general crop, sown and sowing this year, no man can say, but it looks bad." --King's County Chronicle.
After the last reduction of the labourers, when they were paid up and dismissed, having no other resource, and also to avoid the shame of not paying their debts, they left the place, and came into the city. The poor of the district are now deprived of an active friend in the same clergyman, who lies in fever caught in the discharge of this clerical duties.
He is one of the small farmer class, a class which has suffered more than any other during the present awful visitation, as holding a few acres of ground disqualified it from receiving any aid from a Relief Committee, or employment under the Board of Works. Poor Galway held about twelve acres of healthy land, called a "reagh," from George Crofts, Esq., Streamhill; and though never in good circumstances, used always to pay his rent, and has, I understand, even now some crops in the ground.
The Rev. Mr. Somerville, whose exertions in the cause of charity have been beyond any praise which the writer can bestow, but which have been duly appreciated by those who have benefitted by them, on hearing of the distress of Galway's family, immediately sent a supply of provisions, and will take care that they shall not be driven to the same necessity again.
The unfortunate man whose horse was killed, is of the same class as Galway, and his principal means of support, this time back was ploughing for hire.
Both parties live in the Manor of Donoraile; but in justice to Lord Donoraile, it is fair to state, that he is paid for the whole Townland of Streamhill, comprising (mountain included) about 1,800 acres, only £14 per annum.
Galway has been sent to Gaol.
The Workhouse is filled beyond what prudence would suggest as safe to the health of the inmate, or that of the city. At most, it can shelter but a few hundreds more-- while every lane in the city has its hundreds of starving poor-- while every parish in the city swarms with THOUSANDS of destitute men, women, and children.
What, then, is to be done? Are the citizens of Cork, who can appear at a public meeting, to protest against giving relief to their fellow-citizens, because they are poor-- because they are wasting away-- because they are helpless, and at the mercy of the rich? Can it be possible that any man will publicly come forward, and oppose the only species of relief that can save thousands from death by starvation? Or; if they oppose Out-door Relief, what relief are they to substitute for it?-- What is their plan?-- who is to put it forth?
We write in haste; and shall, in the absence of fuller information as to the intended opposition, refer the reader to the emphatic observations of Dr. LYONS at yesterday's meeting of the Health Committee.
The miseries which these people suffer are brought upon themselves, for they have no business to leave their country without at least a sufficient quantity of food to feed them while making the passage. --New York Sun
Stupid carelessness seems to pervade many small farmers, or culpable apathy, expecting their more intelligent neighbours, or the government to assist them, and make up for their want of energy. This will not do-- God expects every man to do his duty.
It was his anxious hope that he might be allowed to reach Rome, the centre of the Catholic World, and kneel at the feet of the PONTIFF who now fills the Chair of PETER. But that hope was frustrated by fate; and in the city of Genoa-- far, far away from the home of his affections, and the theatre of his glory, the LIBERATOR expired.
This is a sad and terrible announcement for this afflicted country, torn as it is by dissension, and decimated by famine and pestilence. O'CONNELL dead! --the only man to whom all turned with a feeling approaching hope, in the midst of national distress and national despair. He dead! --the only man who could right the sadly-tossed vessel, or infuse life and energy into the despairing crew. . .
| Fever Hospital | 208 | Vacancies | 37 |
| North Infirmary | 120 | Do. | 0 |
| Cat's Fort | 111 | Do. | 3 |
| Total in Hospital | 568 | Total Vacancies | 44 |
Number of Patients admitted on Books of Cork Dispensary, 200; of which number there were recommended to Fever Hospital, 79.
The additional Fever Sheds, now being erected in the Barrack Street and Cork Fever hospitals, will be completed this day or to-morrow, by which further accomodation will be given to nearly 150 patients.