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225 THE LEPRACAUN.
POULTRY Houses!
of lrlsh Manufacture and Reliable Quality.
Fattenlng Pens, coops, sitting Nests, Hurdles, scratching
sheds, Market Fowl Boxes, Egg Boxes. 8:0-
Superlor Finish and Material in Stock. Prompt Delivery.
Price Lists and Prints free from
GED. PERRY & $0., LtIl., Eainilen ROW, DUBLIN.
w A n TAYLOR
DUBLIN
BRUSHES.
1
MATTRESSES
and BASKETS
. Manufactured at . .
Richmond Institution for the Blind
Upper Sackville Street, Dublin.
THE THINKING MAN
-7; [ArniL, 1903,
GLEZES N’S
FOR . .
Old Bottled Wines.
Pure Pot-=Still Whisliies,
Superior High=Class Teas,
Irish Bacon and Hams.
JOHN GLEESON,
NOW FULLY QUALIFIED.
All doubts as to the selection of Mr. Asquith for the
Premiership are now happily set at rest, and ‘the only
objection to his fitness for the post of “Enipire Pilot” was
removed on March 16, when his chauffeur ices f1'm'd [our
pounds and costs by a London. magistrate for f’ll1'l()’l.l8 motoring.
39 NORTH CIRCULAR ROAD,
DUBLIN.
AN ENGLISH BULL.
Mr. Plowden, the police magistrate, wliose"‘Wall-like"
flashers of inerrinient on the bench are the delight of Lon-
don’s “great unwashed,” a. short time ago during the
iliearin I of a number of “asuffragette” cases, described one of
the la ies in question as “The Zf.eZl-Wetliei‘ of the flock.” At
ahilsl rate a cow may, with propriety, be termed “a female
u oc .” ‘
MANGLING MANGAN.
In an article on the Mangan Memorial, signed “U‘Breii-
nan,” in The Irish Independent of March 28, the following
“ hair-raiser ” appears :-
“One hundred years have rolled aside since
Clarence Mangan breathed his last in a lonely
ward of the Meatli Hospital, Dublin, fleeing
from a sad and tragic existence
‘for shelter to God
XV.l1o mated his soul with song.’
His death, like his life, was as bitter as the
-sorrows of Dark Roealeen.”
It is almost a pity to be compelled to puncture such 8.
beautiful exordium, but unfortunately for the new bio-
gI'a]T).llK there is on record a statement by the late Rev.
C. ’. Ieehan-who alleges he was one of the three men who
followed the poet’s remains to Glasnevin-that Jllangan
died at 10 p.m. on June 20, 1849. So much for the “hundred
years ” that “ have rolled.” Now, as to the pathetic state-
ment-“ His death, like his life, was as bitter as the sorrows
of ‘Dark Rosaleen,’ ” it will rank as a highly respectable
effort-of imagination, in the li ht of the following extracts
from a letter of Thomas O’Reil y, M.D., of St. Louis, writ-
ten on January 30, 189S:e“ There have been so many con-
flicting and untruthful accounts of the last sickness and
death of the Irish oet, James Clarence Mnngan, alter a
period of nearly hal? a. century, that I am called on now to
give the correct one.
“In that year I was chief clinical clerk in the Meatli
Hospital and Co. Dublin Infirmar , under Dr. Wm. Stokes,
Regius Professor of Ph sic in the ll)ubl.in University.
“On his admission e was placed in the public ward,
and subjected to the same treatment as an ordinary
patient,” but on recognisin the poet, “Dr. Stokes, at his
own personal expense, had im removed to a private room.
and supplied with every comfort and care. In addition to
the regu ar nurses of the hospital, there were details of the
most diligent students to watch and report any changes in
the patient’s condition, so that up to his death, which took
place about,-a week after admission, no effort was left
untried to prolong life, and no care was omitted to render his
last moments comfortable.”
The year 1903, the centenary of Mangan’s birth, produced
the melancholy spectacle of numerous poetasters and half-
baked pennysa-liners posing as lieaven-born critics of the‘
great singer, filling the air with their inane rubbish, and
deinoiistrating the fact, long ago pointed out by Standish‘
0’Grady, that Ireland has become songless, and has de-
generated into a land of wretched rhymers and worse
logrollers.
The poet’s best inonuiiient is in his songs- .
“ owe . . . . that on the stretclied forefinger of
Old Time shall shine for ever.”
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