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News York, September, 184s.
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We Desa’, Bay —
Pst have presumed to ‘offer you the followings in
boxer of the deep grati(ude’ feel for your es
Kindness to me, and if you consider if worthy of a nook
inyour patriotic sheet, which I-certainly very tnuch
doubt, I can only say that J shall be ineffably happy.
{ Ivis a maiden effort, of necessity faulty, and the pre-
sumptive hope of seeing it occupy a place in your invalu-
able columns, unquestionably argues no lack of
on the part of its author, who has nothing to plead in ex-
fenuation, save the motives by which he.is pee Bat
troula it haply meet your approbation, and d-
Jy disposed to favour me wit ccasional Taenion I
may possibly be able oe “offer” something less’ unworthy
your eceptance: Hin
«brass?
> ood
aes YE boeszs
as we Miu Bor the “Truth Teter.
| Dear Erin, my Colintry! awake from thy lumbers, ,
The sunlight of liberty beims on thee now, |
‘Vara resound to thy Harp's magie. numbers,
| Which often of yore lit thé warriors brow. |
"stand forth in the might of thy warrior- millions,
|* And shake feom thy limbs the vile bonds of the slave,
‘And thunder in th’ ears of proud Tyranny’s minions, . >
| Thy war cry Oar rights, or'the gloom-of the grave.
Tam, si oi ‘giatefully, ©
J
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Remember the fields where thy Greea Banier floated,
| lapride o'er the fall of thy foemen of y
Remember, ‘and oh ! Jet the memory cheer thee,
*{ Toone giant ‘struggle for Freedom azuin, .
The glory of him who taught tyrants to fear thes‘.
| Anderimsond Clontarf with the gore of the Dane’. t
2 !
From far o'er th Atlantig, its wild
rsting in shunder the shout of the Free,
lhe voice of thy sons.whom the tyrant drove seep
And homeless to wander from friendship and thes, 2
ta a beavon the wayworn exiles ditected;
To homes ‘wheré no tyrant their comforts can mar,
a breathe where its ilght is reflected, . . .
| The far-lashing blaze of Columbia’s bright star.
illows ‘sweeping,
‘Then rouse thee dear Exia, thy slave days.are number‘,
The Genius of Freedom sends forth:the decrees»:
From her throne of thes s stars” and the chains which en-
umber’ ure
Thy limbs ‘rough all ages'of red, cruelty,
are buisting, and bigh soaring Hore spreads her pinio
The Goal of- our Freedom distinc
Tothe vantage, brave spirits, ha! Bot thy minions * .
OF blood are tow erou hing anon anon wel be fee,
a Mts: : Cane’ : Curtain ‘Lectures,
433. CAUDLE RETU! ATIVE LAND. “e unsta -
Ly oF CAUBLE, WI ane os REZUSED ‘To SMUGGLE a FEW
THINGS’ FOR HER. ae .
2 it isn’t often thai [ask yo to d anything for me,
be Cre, goodness Kaows! sid when Ido; aways
fused Mot, L anybody. but your, on
es husband aboard the pet could
as eft tos Bh for
ould you put in your hat’ for me ; a
Was folled in Jace, and I don't know, what,
‘Cal What.do “you want wi
e to something now.
when T had a took yes, an
wie a one a sroman 'S mi) she
05 im. “af ray
ant ny thal “T know very well what
are say naw, you u'd have. been vglted Yo smuggle
we Miss Prettyma: kings become her. You
iiss Preity ie was in the moow ?~ Not, you, Mr.
that’s only your ae eur hypocrisy. “S n
too she'd be fr thie m on a ne. the
r her beingin it, T Know. “hod w
House olicers hae atm
You ete ahouty Sal ie flushed
Ege i Treally eas amugler. So Tan had
mee witht? It wasn't the part “ta urban 1
wink, to fidget in that way, and show it,. Yon court
‘And. you tall yourself ie person of
ie of the lords of the creation! !
Couldn't help it
But [ may do all I can to save the mote
Ways my reward. anes 3, Hr. Caudl nt shall sw
Feat desl, dics me ch? 1 shan't mia you!.T ‘know
“yo rd want to stop it out of the house-al-
2 No: t's nothing to vi
tm to buy so inany things, “Tie money was my own.
“
aukle,
has nothing ‘of the
Caudle ;
Cale
Detson
tig)
‘he Castor
ite
your fin
was to
PS shart go to sleep.
sooner
sleep in t
atte al
These much Sr at in that, to
doubt now you could listen’ to’ Miss Prettyma
don't care, T will 5
think, {hat she shout be on the jetty when thé boat
in, +
pith a
What t things T could have steed “about *em $ I'm | liter
chdother og ‘0 say nothin
canters. did’
fear comebod ys should ‘yreake me,
you cal
who Ii!
they
you d Gowt thin it worth yar while.
conjuror, youare, Caudle.
laughing at a Oh, you little re oe auch a
a!
simmggle whether opot, “Hoi?
attch ten yar of ihe best black velvet
asinfubwoman!
tdoehen the officers walked. round and Found yout It
was a
ing, {.( What do you call it
Well, and if twas yours frst thats nothing’to
No 5-L
alwayé the
n’t. *
What awe Ta veer all? ‘Pye told you—you shall
kuow. Yes, T know you'd been fined & hundred
pounds if tier pearched’ ine |
Id
pif ruth bs pomertul any well, prevatl.
NEW-YORK, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 1845.
do with
we its
Ns only
av mt seced it out
s who's des;
the puddings
ised.
chnl as if he chine y
that the. Nognan,
under the Gaelic ge nas
fresh e 1Op.
equally part
ne lady ‘wives who've: properly thought of, “If
ruin you, Caudle, then you'd think Soinething of, ate Nusionalty ot Swit an
i They saw that
Tvs very’ well for you whose ne
in bed, than you're fast .as.a church; but I’ cai
It’s my mind keeps me awake. A nd,
bard I can’t
i !
erry ware in ie Pale, they he
ein Dublin, and London opinions
He 1do fel eo happy to: nigh i ver
thoug! T can't think in silence £ | 10 A lowe
be’ sure! P've''no | the mmindsot those
man—-oh, I | in. College-green.
Jt was a little more than ‘odd, T
who saw in it nothing
‘hey had. nut erred i
5.
speak.
he amos
she'd been looking for you all
* i ugh for
“clscope, Pye no doubt—she’s bold e
‘Aud then how she sneered and eigelel w
fat Td a got? Tike her impu-
Burl know
Could they,,.2y an acgumulation of Ei Boglis
trigh ian have got Bossession “of a
could sgon, have distress
thete lav, whom 1
Far healthier, with al its tlelects. was
e dear girls veh me. who saw.in Scotland a perfect mode!
my innocent Sinden “cou,
jopked, the betters, but
ich as any, and far
=)
e than most
4 tionalists, but who regarded politeal independen
us. Al angerous dream, | Vuknowingly they fostered it, .
day. elvet, and silk sto ockings, writings, pleir patronage, their talke was of Ireland; yet it
of the tumbler and de- | haré®Gctured to them that the ideal would fow into
look as if I wanted a divection, for
That's another of what
; but you should keep ’em 'for' those
Fear or
arevolution.
your joke
ke is our destiny. Our dut
ins,
ining—in fact, they are growing coufluen
but [ never meant Such nat tionality as merits a good man’
‘wouldn't smuggle-—ol nol a true man’s .ambition—sucl
You're quite a
hati What am
clever hea.
I knew what
‘col made you
when Pou were
jour great oughacat, and if{ didn't
nder the linia:
ee how innocent you look-
ould say you
I {ality, as would
name Unstone is becoming undest
tain and rej the, races of relang,
‘eltic, it ‘net nat be Saxon—it rust be
hom law, °o) ee sof Westin’
lightning genius ‘acl, the placid
sanach, the tarsal insight of the
ors acbich shall exhibit in combinutio
an of all, and which shall .e
ment, Cauile, to see yon. min romittic, its religious, its
Asiandel inch shy of \ practical fendecies fin nally, an
ich for
lat ha!
We ell, now’ Pll tell y
Appy moi
qwife? I couldn't care mu if 1 didn’t | shall know and rule by. the might aud
prove, that by trnsing you with ‘en ans velvet. yield tothe aropuice "of none—these ai
ut I don’t at you ma) vei everything | such a pationalit
aa but tha | beau English novel, that I've forgot the
But, what have these’ hig to do. wi
Poetry of Irelan
ey q
on elements Would’ disappear
acks of ehivary under a
longed to p Btypogvownan, that “he. hated ‘the Normal
snd lerday 3” yet
they had not proveked by thelr
the potares of Maclige and Burton, the ancient music, as
of the politcal ns.
that they, with their dread of agitauon, w
uietly assume'
ad Gi
the ‘Government, van ln
ol he eer rail extended to the island-—that ‘Donesal
ard the English
in” Dublin~they
mistook Ireland ‘ona olon ¥y, wronged, and great enongh
form of nationhood was before
buta parliament
in judging, for
t tried to estimate the ‘moral elements and ten-
i ssa and
ern
od dicey fone by
ad-
ministration, or disgusied by their dullness.
the idea of those
a
longed for
t we are beginning to see what we are, and what
arises where out Knowledge be
The sleet of [rish nationality are n
vent incur Tainds.
el
could stand
ty ai
against internal faction and foreign inteifue, tieh nation-
make the Iristshearth baney and the Triste
con-
" Temust not he
Trish.” he Bre.
and
‘wens f the
a te ions
equally express our
forensic, and its
© gov cements ye
right of all; yet
re component of
ith’ the. « Ballad
result
name of. , And if they didn’ttake it out of my hand, a juc is the
cut it to, bite like so much dog’s-meat ne rig of the elements wehave Panel it is compounded of all;
nso seldom buy a book! No: U didn’t and never was there a book fitter to advance that jerfect
bow it ‘served me right... If you can buy the same ‘books nationality to, which, eland beg ins to aspire.
in F ance for four snilings that people here have the im- |countty is without national poetry, proves its hy less
pudence to ask more a for~—well if they do | dullness or its utter provinealem. National poetry. 1
steal it that’s their atlai, not o ous,
Ow time int up?
shall sav i
‘Your home's the et place with you:
the very flowering of the 7
its healit, the greatest excellen
dy is balsam t hi is the play!
tod, rijens ito the companion of his
his sents t the
chai aracleis ite most
passions in the language most
ey
Asif there was uny-
ok to steal
w, Caudle, wi hen are you going home? wi hat ?
hat’s noting | to do with ii
reek “slo ging. mayn’t do that
‘Tiviog. But you're stich a man !
sure I don’t
get a wink of a night, thinking what may happen. Three | US magoifiel, ad ennobles our hea
fies last week ; anny one might as well have been at | Country, 7 countrymen—binds us
our house as not. they migitn't? Well, you know condense ‘and gem-like tory. t the tu
what I mean—but you're such a mai aspiration aces uB in tra
I'm sure, too,
But there’s no keeping you out of the libraries,
You're
nice example to set to. your chiliven, rafling a
for Fre
nat the worst ; you n
Yes; ‘eel case; that under myn nose you reve ‘e Mics
Pretty
sents 7
case!
is such
se | dr
+} on its: is back at She battom of the c
Ciosepe
ome
Caudle
“W
know that onthe Sturday, we were once again shipped
on boa
e
f and thi is
the meaning of Irish Nationality
me, dazzled by: visions of Pesan «
pretent
‘rithout the old
‘ou where I get the money | they w a
Barrett's castle on his ‘oareh to Kinsale and heard it it bee
onder
ST Know T I shal feel ill: with anxiety if I stop he: oe
body Jeft in the house but ‘Mrs
action, prompts our, invention, sheds a gu
power of luxury round our homes, is th
y of our minds axong all n
ossessing the powers and elemer
nationality, we owne ces of a
n the combination and, joint develope
we find a pledge and a help to that of Uh
t.-Dufly maps but three main forces
contribute to at Irish ballad poetry.
rst consists of the gaelic ballad.
weve had quite enough of this place.
Caudie,
"t th Bink its a
you d
Bat sats
etting quite a gambler. And Udon’
neh clocks; and I don’t :know. ehat,
ever win ‘anythi ng,
ig. Oh,
ig fora
"an to ich a a cre: rate
ler whenev
e pre-
A ‘needle.
t she hasa needle in her’ hi
as "that, too.
Nev
And sh
It was only last night’ that 1
a skeleton, and the canary stil
that
Closepes. ntingsequally. their " yagueness and
lavish times, ertheless rem
mide and, upper lasses gen
astu Pi
at quite
know, Cau-
&
2
ese
a
5
a5
s
do ‘against "em 2—An
owl go
on Saturday? Oar dexr—home?
x of the Guel f
On Katorday, e Gael Sor
«Witha
quainted with, i
faults, are cmtncnaly tio liish,
made by persons to whom one of
familiar. Many o} m were ©
vose. translations, and are mere En; “ish
a tinge of colour or character
9 having abun
Hat Lanswered” says Candle, «T forget ; but I
rd the Red Rover.
(Row THE NaTION.]
* Ballad Poetry: of Ireland, '
slow we have all been in coming to understand Trish ec
facilit
the English
tional to study. the foreign fongue with t
splendor and the | to master its’ metrical” reso and
ions of paige, “and Wo the passions'and to- | weighty language well they ha
mined ‘0 tea in the nineteenth | hun: ig heavi yron d
s they might ne in the y
They forgot the. bnelish Pale, the Ulster Settie- “ke Stu's
a ihe fiitered colonizatio as,
kingdom with the old names and old language,
quarre As, was! is hope : 3 and though
as he passed
armour on the §
mens¥e have received in this
ted highly. But “tl would
fs manner, it
manifest
would not
*
nankind and to ail ti
Ties see
be. languages was not
of the country.
YY Sgond Irish scholars, are bald and literals the
lars of the last century. were 100
ate
Encumbering, and not arming them.”
If it wert ust to estimate otir bardic poetry by the speci-
Bre reatest evidence of
beauty... Its melo-
fellow a child.
manhood, consoles
most dramatic events, the largest
impressive, scenes, and the deepest
rte
t shows
to the ae by its
ature mples
ravel, tres us in
ace beyond the
fe recognized, en-
ats ot. a glorio us
nal poetry.
ait “of nthe latter,
ormer. *
whieh unequally
Tree to the vee
hemence and tendencies of the Celtic people, and repre-
pxtravagenee during
in locke
and from the, peasant.
e than half of iiands i ia ‘an unknown Jai
y rhy pmens—lew
age.
ine
few exespions sal the translations we are ac-
ndanc
eof minor
m to haye
versified from
h poems, without
hi
fication,
Tanguage. The
exclusively na:
he care e
the flexible and
i bot Jearned to wield,
Shepherd boy,
would not be ra-
ly be most unjust.
Noble ‘and touching, and, often cule and Profound I
4 tet » NO, 3i.
though which ho translation could entirely spot jphine
through the poverty of the style, and vindicate
ter on the on iginals. Like the costly arms and‘ Ornaments
oun iu our bogs they are substantial witnesses ofa di
‘ine! ; and their credit is uo more diminished
by the. rubbish i be which they chance to be found than ihe
authenticity of the ancient forzues and skians by their
edinent in the mud, * When the entire colection of our
Irish Perey—Jamnes Hardimadi~-shall n given
a pablie (nd soon may such a one come) that ‘can relish
em in their native dress, they will be gntitled to un-
disputed precedence in our national minstrel
About a dozen of the ballads in the volume > are derived
ng tianslated from the Irish. It is only in this way that
Clarence Magnan me te ich ve Du iy does just
onor) contributes to this volum ur trans.
Jations by ime: biting eminently hs perfect nuastery of
ersilication—his inflexibility of p:
ssion, from the Joneli-
est grief to the m: ae humor ‘One of ‘these, «The La.
ment for O'Connell and O'Donnell is the strongest, though *
it will not he the most popular ba Had in he ws sarork
cannot but quote the first three of its many stai
O Woman of the Piefcing. Wail,” ee,
yho moure st st ger yon mound se, . .
and
Woatd God thonten among the Gal
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: Weep thu
“eT were long before, around a
In green ‘reontellone could ftfad ‘
This *Fonelines
¥ mBoitehe’s banners waves.
Suck grief ‘a6 tbine could never have Pined
. ‘ompanionless. .f
‘Beside the wave in Donegal . ve,
4 eA rene or fair - Dromore, :
i .
Or where the sunny wathrs all. / t%
1 at Assaroe, neat Exes shore, a “eae
¢ i8 coul pul jot be. . “e
On Derry’s plain .
"Toroushovt ‘Atmag hed
—--— tn olden years, 2+ -
No day could pass but woman's grief
| Woitld rain upon the buria ground”
’ resh floods of tears
5 Ohyno, from Shannon, Boyne, and Suir, a yeh
Prom high Dueluces eae walls,
Would dock aicke both ich and bins
me wall would He from Cruchar ‘shalls t
ara hi i
| | And Some would come foi Berrow-side,
And any a maid would leave her home <->
y the Mourne and Te tocome « <>;
2 ‘o swell thy strains! ae)
' Callanan’sand Ferguson, translations, not ‘so daring
ly versifid. are simplerane more Trish in as
ylustrat ive this, ‘re quote Calas 3 Bove
. “Oo SAY, MY “BROWN DRIMIN a" .
- A dacobrre’ RELIG—oy y. "3." CaLLANAN. .
«A Drimin doan dilis no sioda né mbo. >
[Drimin is rite name of @ cow, by which’ Ireland
The fiv En’,
ip here allegorical denoted.
he five kingdoms—Muns
1
y Brown Drimins ‘thou silk of the kin
0
Wi her “ where are thy song ones last hope o of thy line?
T and too long is the slumber they ta
At the ‘ou call of freedom why dont they = wake ?
My etcong ones have fallen from the bright oe of day, !
Ail darkly they sleep in their dwelling of ,
Phe ear fot a es, .
And since Lewis no aid givessI cannot a
Ob! where art thou Lovie? ? our reyes are on thee—
Are thy lofty ngth rer the sea?
In freedom’s. last strife if youl heen ree qua
No morn ere shall break on the night of the’ Gael.
But should the King’s sem now bereft of his si; ight,
proud in his strengta for his country to 0 ight! :
e lavas on the trees will new people ai
And | deep from their mountains snout Back to 1 my eri
“
When the Prince, now an exile, shall come for his own, :
The isles of his father, his rights and bis thro .
My people in battle the Saxon shall m
*| And kick them before like old shoes tom their feet. 1
Oer mountains and valleys they'l ‘press on their Prout
The five ends of sball ring to thei :
My sons all united ‘eh all
When the faint-hearted Saxon they" ve chased far aw: ay.
Most indeed, of Callan! “csncoessfal ballads are trans.
ations, and well entitled h t he passionately _
prays for—a minstrel of ‘freon a to come to his
grave,
“And plant a wild wreath from ac banks of the river,
the heart and the harp that are sleeping for ever.”
oe are wrong in speaking of Mr. Ferguson's trans, °
lions in npecisely the sume way. His « Wicklow War