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VOL. XVEEE i nan te
aha (THE SHAN VAN. yocmnT,-
e : (Erom the Dublin Nation") ©
“ Our friend of the Taur Taster bas asked us to supply the true version ofthe
Saay Var:Vounr. There are many, but tho beat is ae follow
| stot
The French are on the Say!" ‘
Ba te ‘shaa ‘Yan Vout.
~The Foench ae oa hs Bay
“ ¢ Fronch are on the Sar?" :
Theyil boners by the break of day, | Lov
¢ Aad the Orange will dec
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an Van Voeke.
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Bey Says the Shan Va Voont” i
\ Where shall we hare ur carp MM
the ‘Shan Yan Yocnt
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Bay es 2 Veu Veoh.
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Po | What color shall eal ws Ya28
ys he Shae Van Vocht. 219
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Bat our own immortat green ! dive stiaee tou,
Says the Shan Van Voor! Oy
“2 shat ria the be ree? .
Sipe the Bhau Van Yost.
Bball Erin the f bag ‘
Saye the Bhaw Van Vookte) vols 0) 9
oe all be free, Or tite !
At Ager plant the laurel tree,
: “Antari iverty ,
“ ‘Saye the Shan Van Vocht.. *
tione on the secon
Ghaaged to “Phe
and often with, va
e Say,” in verse ove,
rye “
ite there,
the Shan Vi “yoent,’
$ The kat terse too cuiudend in feeble jit sometimes r
Yer Erin shall be free,
Fro he sea, |
od Lor
Se grey
Betow ia the ett version ofall, introducing a8 it doe us motto, Now
or never—now and for ever; 2” whi n was on “the flag wo Wag over ¢ Dublin le
ducing the residence of the iri rt bere in 1689 aa (See Mr, O'Call:
is Boon, preface; p- x
Wolfs Tone pete tha phrase at the close
fF address tothe people of Irela HL ds 2
i
Memoirs, 295, Washington Edi-
Yes, Green Brin of the sea -
Shail "now or meter” oye ak
<>. 4 Now andfu ever tree
Says esha Yan Vockt,, ont
10 discover the best
“THOMAS ; noone!"
at antlers
ke.’
© [Captain Rock, 245. °
ru Surely,” he anwered, ‘ “Moors most lok lees»
aad heard the Voluntee: inb
cok, just as be look
then | AL al
ind has painted Con-
Lawrence's comic daub pre-
ad green edition, as O'C.
be round contradictory eyes, project-
}d not see him swinging his eye-giass’”)
“the
and yet they Isola
it the wrinkled an
ah,
ith ‘every t ik,
cintehed- a sider eye-fid, and something “hike 8 seer movement of
if they saw, and m
the head and neck, eonfirus one’s first impression,
How faveh sof i the ele d,
Cxpdet that smooth, firm check and ebin ino wild «be Moore i
fad te have been in his young dase and one who has talked, thought,
Studied, and |
Xt fall, almost swelling look about the
rnc of mins and so is the single swee| ood bis
B5 | et somehow and aowehere there ought re e
“But,” said our fi who appe: agre co with
edevil’s name, sand you putthe fittle hig into
e The Matton at
» Because he isan Iishman, of whose genius Iretand is proud,
and fur whose eeivices'shé iy grateful ;” and we showed him
where we had written, on a proof of the portrait, Byron's lines
NEW-YORK, SATURDAY, DECEMBER
c
mrable—* ve Torde are a thousand the spirit in
bel hall try to of
Oars
Benth pomertul’and wll prevatl..,
from the “ Avatdr of Brunswick; his revenge,” as ke says,
“for Moore having attacked ‘his Neapolitan Carbonari.....»..,
“4 If aught save oblivion could quench for an hour, « y4-,') 1°
oy My comempt for a people, so servile, yet sure— ' ;.[
Which, tho’ trod like the worm, will not turn upon power;
Tia the glory of Grattan and genius of Moore.", . : 1
1d what of that?" rejoined our-friend + Byron himself
said that Tommy Joves a lords’, No doubt be pravsed she lords |
and the lord, a8 in gratitude bound, praised Tommy ;” and forth.
with he jumped up.an ren. out, vawilling to Viste 10 eulogy or
defence of. Moore. sul a vetialy
“Ande hou, ht wey taking up ‘the “ Melodies”—
Sean this be forgeuen? No; these songs are no longeras they |
were, popular only in the drawing-rooms of Europe and, Ame-
rica ;.they are gradually Decoming kaown to the middle classes
in Ireland, and the Irish translation bids fair to reach the mind
of our peasantry. It. may be fauli of excellence i in them; but
Moore's songs bear translation, They not only have appeared
in every European language, but they supplied the Poles with
theif, most popular revolutionary and national songs during the
last war—the highest honor ever shown to a lyrist—for Tyreus,
the Atheoian schou!master, gompored his Spartan songs in the
Sparvan camp.
« Why have the critics taken’ fo “disparaging Moore?” Parily
because he was over-praised. . Even the latest favorable review
of him is an extravagant and vulgar eulogy—a barrel-organ
hymn ‘to his praise. "Men are tired of hearing him called the
bard; and though we can trace the same mind (if not the same
pen) from Bolster’s “ Cork’ Quarterly,” though the j f
** Fraser,” and the solemner censure of * Blackwood," yet we
every day meet men uninfluenced by these wang who ques-
tion Moore’ 8 claims to gen
t ont at this conse and exclusive praise, but ex-
and those not the best of tissonge,
bas helped out thie secon ‘os to bis power in humbler circles,
Moore's pur: ave been served, but his fame h
from the law ¢ of copyright. ‘There is no edition accessible tothe
penple of a part of Moore’s works, except a few of the * Me.
Jodi ihe * Melotlies"" were meant to be sung, and
fut of print and enormously dear... Yet, we be-
i
cessive fam’
met
edition of the earlier “* Melodies.”.. When she rest of Moore's
poems aad the music of the ** Melodies" are to be bad, his fame
will be ae reat as ever.
Gar patrio
all-out Irish ; and seem to think they have some right to cora-
plain of bim,
‘Now, fair play is a jewe' 1.
was, and what he has done.
| He was the son of a shopkeeper in Aungier-street—was one
fortunate eaough | to write verses as soon as he could scribble
without “a copy”—shared in private theairicals at ten years old
entered college at thiteen (when the bill of "93 fret admitted
Cathotics to the University); and, in the seme yeor,-sent amo=
rous thymes ta the Anthologia Hibernica, and gave in his eal-
lege exercises in English verse, instead of prose Latin like his
bors, "Thus he went through all the hazards of Preco-
and, no doubt, @|
“Lett us remember wha Moore
uffered for it
‘With gr reat social
aad received, ‘through the Moiras
(as a boy), into the beet society ot dissipated Dublia—might, vot
a life fritered away in indulgence, and a genius exercised only
in boudoir pedantry, have been looked for? But Moore had
also known better thin;
“ Tremember,” be mays, * being taken by my father (in 1792)
to ove'of the dinners given in honor of the Revolution, ead.sit-
ting on the knee of the chairman, while the following toast went
¢ breezes from France fan ype
_|emhusieticlly round —* May th
possessed his intimacy, if not his friendship.
must have greaily influenced him. He. used sometim
ore, “ait by me” when playing the Irish nira from Bunting$
“and T remember-one day hisstarting up as from
I had jost Sinishe! playing that apirited lune called the Red
Fox,” and exclaiming, “* Ob, that V were at the head of twenty
thousand men marching to than air!
Edward Eudson, Moore's dearest friend, was ‘imprisoned asa
United Irishman, and from a sketch on the walle of his cell the
poe! took the thought of his song, **”Tis believed that this harp.”
ore’ was cross-questioned by Clare at the famous college
visitation of es and he held his owa manfally against the im-
Perious inguisito ito. .
Amonj the passions 3 of the rebeltion—an incf pient ‘contributor
to the prras—the auditor of Grattan, and the intimare of Emmet
—he learned a lesson of patriotism which time may have ua+
setiled, but which misfortune increased, and prosperity could not
jestroy.
© The ebild is futher of the man,"
poured into his boyhou, M wre's cup of life has been composes,
Luxury, aristocratic elegance, and wit, curt round a solid: and
ospiring parrioisiy Tike light clouds round a mountain, or 8 lady's
pledge in a knight's helmet. Fancy and fally diptheir branches
and their brambles i into the stream of his strongest passions. . In
tbe background of many of bis triumphs, bis faults are seen fly-
ing—flying, but s
But we must write about Moore, not mimic him, He early
own
and of these elements here
2, too, are intolerant wilh Moore, because ve is not an
nd the Hari
+ (842. ae Ot ..NO. 49. |
commenced a translation of * Anacreon,” and, in search of m
terials, used to f-equent Marsh's Library (at St. Patrick's Can
thedral). » He was often shut in there afier the library hours,
aod there laid the foundation of his varied and * out-of-the-way”
learain,
Q He entered the Middle Temple in 1799, being ia his nine-*
enth year, and immediately published the ** Anacreon.” Ia
conseycenee of this, and of Lord Moira‘s introduction, be re-
ceived some slight civilities (and no more) from that selfish vaga-
bond, George Prince of Wales; and this promised to ruin him, '
by the attractive and dissipated society to whict it gave him a
passport, . Yet there (agin his Dublin circle) he met men whose
wildest indulgences were full of thought and fancy—the mad-
ness of fallen angels—ihe revels of Olympian gods. Sheridan’
j and Fox were among the revellers. '
Yet, in another way it seriously injered him, by connecting.
him so much with England, Living in the land of the oppres-
and the company of aristocrats, Moore weakened the fire of
| bs passions ani corrupted ne taste. ; Lansdowne House lured
m from the people, Stopperton Cottage, Somersetshire,
wes anodd abode for ihe siaieea bard. e never think of the
author of the “* Melodies"—the passionate and fanciful Irishman,
caged in by the adulation and formality of his present life—with-
ut recalling ne wild starling shut up, and calling ut in taught .
words, but real feellng—* Tcan't get out,” can't get our,
said the starling. ue
Phis = Brieves us
& at Moore’s life—'tis that a tera m man—h
ue ‘prose, with but one considerable exception (his Lite or
Byron”), belong to the Irish people—the ‘ Lives of Sheridan
and Fitzgerald, "his “ Captain Rock,” his * Travels ofan Trish © “
Gent Memo,” and his * History of Ireland.” ‘
‘The “ Life of Sheridan” may be weak; and the history is |
cold, feeble and English—a grief ta his friende—a gratification to;
the haters of Ireland; but the "Life of Fitzgerald” is a patriot’s ~
Captain Rock” is the wisest,
attempt ever made to interest
the e honor, humanity, the imagination, and good humor of the op- |
pressor, io the cause of the wronged, without ia the least compro-
mising the pride and honor of the oppressed.
ung no sentiment eave love. Nor let any
n verses far inferior end much less )
bat let us be just.
decorons, Catullus, ‘Apacteom, and otbers have floated down-to 4
us, Yet we confess that, among the clustering loveliness, the.
joint grace, and the unriva'led playfulness of the poems to Julia +
ea, we lack the prin ot passionate love of Burns, and of :
that rece of: Scomtish bards of
teelts and if his irony be for
is keen ps Volisire’
Telos
"* Moore willows .
his future fame a a poet. It ia of this time Sheri
are true—"* No man puts 60 muc heart in his fancy as”,
Tom M oore—bis soul seems as if it particle of fire sepa: +
rated from the suo, and wa always uttering to get back to the»
source of light and heat."” .
No man’ has hazarded severer crbicieras on himself than
Moore. | For instance, the prose of * Lalla Rookh” has the
moat plausib|
rious book—
melody. Motel "Tiphiostone, Burne—no bad judges—speak
of its sceura
in history, maoners, poenerys end en as
On
erfec and | that jt truly represents c
ing, the intense admiration with which it ie viewed. by all Per
sians and Todians acquainved with it (snd ney are nat a few),
is the best Prout “The Vale af Cashm
“ n Garden
he Guebre
an
rior to Spe inser.
8 painted by Salvator Rosa; and if ever there was a pure lover,’
a galJant, faithful, and devoted chie! patriot to glori
and shed,an example from the light of bis funeral pile, it is Hated,
the Persia And, reader, if you doubt that Moore is a poe!
and of the highest order, take up tbat ecene where the prayer i:
prayed that redeems ibe Peri.
recollect seeing an eecentric sign of enthusiasm for,
loore—it waa a sketch (in which, if there were vulgarity,
Greeks, who hung a balance in the sky, and Milton he, .
weighed the fate of Jebovah’s fue in it, were vulgar), where the
“ Epicurean” wae piciured weighing down all Byron's—en ex~
(ravagant and undeserved praise; and yet the Epicurean” is
a sweet story, full of indulgence and religion, faith and self-will,
the characteristic of generous mind ne publication of * Al-
ciphron,” a bad versificaian of. it, the “Epicurean,”
and gave occasion 10 the ablest critique ever writea on Moore,”
that in the “ Citizen
As alyrist, Mcore belongs to the classical school; Archilocus, +
Horace, and Catullus, influenced his tasie and restrained bis
wers. He is aniong the first of his school, aad, #! least, equal
to bis models." It may be that he and they are icferior to the
parrative lyrists, the old ballad writers ; aud it is cervain that he,
a8 not habitually equalled Burns and Beraager. But is it nothy,
ing to have writteo some songs equal to their best, and even,
the bulk of bis melodies, to
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3
in bg inferior only to them ? Where,
does joy sparkle more wildly-daring than io his “To Ladies*
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