The Sun.
London, England, 1838-08-28 00:00:00

GAELIC TRANSLATION.

The following vivid description of a thunder storm, suc-
ceeded by a calm, is taken from a Gaelic translation of
Montgomery's " Omnipresence of the Deity," by the Rev.
John Lees, Secretary to the Caledonian Asylum. We
fear few of our readers will understand it, but those few,
and even all who hear it read, will admire the force of
the language of " Old Gaul," and its wonderful powers in
snaking the sound an echo to the sense :
THUNDER STORM.
Stoirm thairneanaich! ard-fhileantachd nan neamb,
'Nuair tha na neoil air 'n reubadh garg o'm pramh,
CO nach do stad fo ghuth an osnaidh
'S nach d'mothaich 'n t-Uile-chumhachdach aig laimh ?
Cia duaichnidh 'n sealladh tha nis a' teannadh I
'N duilleach le cagal nadurra' crathadh,
Na h-uisgean maraon, caiteanadh le uamhain,
Gu'n deo gaoith tha bruith-theas air feadh 'n domhain ;
'S mu dheireadh 'n trim f bras uisg' gu tuiteam,
Le caithream bhoinn'laich air chraobh 's air fhasgadh,
Am feadh tha faoin sgleOdhean 's na speur dhisbhlaidh,—
A' coth'rachadh stoirm thairneanaich ' dluthadh I
Oh I bhi nis 'nam aonar air airde seamh,
Is an sealladh dorch, fo dhirth-bhrat nan neamh,
A' frlireadh stathrum nan neul lan' a' sracadh,
'M feadh tha dealanaich luath 's cian a' lasadh,—
Ag amharc uamha nan speur a' dortadh,
Na lasraichean teintein tha 'na 'm br4th' comhnuidh,
'Sa faicinn na saighdean Lein' laidh 'a 'g eiridh,
'Nan dian-shiubhal caithr'mach feadh na speuribh,—
N' t-anam,a'clisgeadh, 's mac-talla co-fhuaim,
Is Dia 'san Torrunn, criotbnachadh 'n dombain I
THE CALM.
Cluinn 1 tha glaodh nan gaoth air taladh gu tamh,
Is tonnan beaga bachlach a' ruith gu traidh,
'M feadh tha Nadur' dusgadh gu h-Or soilleir,
Mar Dhochas a' briseadh tro' ghruaim 'n eagail,—
'S an druchd air preasaibh gu geal paid'reanach,
Amhuil dcoir aoibhneis air suil na h-aildeachd,
Cia ncamhaidh 'nis cuairt smaointeachail 'g amharc,
'N caochladh seallAh eadar stoirm is samhchair 1
Air thus, a'Ghrian ' tighinn 's a gliniris loth-fhaicht'
Mar high' narach bhanail ri cleith a h-ailde,
'M feadh tha neoil dhorcha 's an iomaill soilleir,
Aon air aon ag aomadh do 'n ghorm aigeann,
Gus na laidh air aghaidh daithte nan speur,
Dealbhan neamhnuideach mar thonnaibh leabbte,
'N sin na tlath ghaoth' borbhanach le 'n co-sheirm ;
Plosgartaich 's fradht' mar dhilleachdain na stoirm ;
'Nis' deoghal nam blath, 's a nis da 'n crathadh,
No cuairteagach air uisg' nam four-lochan ;
Mar so fuair 'n doinionn bas ; is soilleir 's seam's,
Tha am bogha-braoin a' laidh thall air sliabh :
'S nis, 'nuair tha blath 's gaoth tait'neach le cheile,
'S an uile deal'sach le solas eibhinn,
Dhe I co 's urradh seasamh air 'n talamh
Gun Thus' mhoth'chadh measg solasaibh cho mOr ?

The following are the words of the original :
A thunder storm 1 the eloquence of heaven,
When every cloud is from its slumber riven,
Who bath not paused beneath its hollow groan,
And felt omnipotence around him thrown?
With what a gloom the ushering scene appears 1
The leaves are fluttering with instinctive fears,
The waters curling with a fellow dread,
A breezeless fervour round creation spread;
And, last, the heavy rain's reluctant shower,
With big drops patt'ring on the tree and bower,
While wizard shapes the low'ring sky deform—
And mark the coming of the thunder storm
Oh I now to be alone, on some still height,
When heaven's black curtains shadow all the sight,
And watch thte avvolln elood6 their bosoms clash,
While fleet and far the living lightnings flash,—
To mark the caverns of the sky disclose
The furnace flames that in their wombs repose,
And see the fiery arrows fall and rise,
In dizzy chase along the rattling skies—
flow stirs the spirit while the echoes roll,
And God, in thunder, rocks from pole to pole 1
THE CALM.
List ! now the cradled winds have hush'd their roar,
And infant waves curl pouting to the shore,
While Nature seems to wake up fresh and clear,
As Hope emerging from the gloom of fear,—
And the bright dew-bead on the bramble lies,
Like liquid rapture upon beauty's eyes,—
How heavenly 'tie to take the pensive range,
And mark 'tween storm 'sad calm the lovely change
First cornea the sun, unveiling half his face,
Like coy virgin, with reluctant grace,
While dark clouds, skirted with his slanting ray,
Roll, one by one, in azure depths away,
Till pearly shapes, like molten billows, lie
Along the tinted bosom of the sky :
Next, breezes murmur with harmonious charm,
Panting and wild, like orphans of the storm;
Now sipping flowers, now making blossoms shake,
Or weaving ripples on the grass-green lake ;
And thus the tempest dies ; and bright, and still,
The rainbow drops upon the d:slant hill;
And now, while bloom and breeze their charms unite;
And all is glowing with a fresh delight,
God ! who can tread upon the breathing ground,
Nor feel Thee present, where Thy smiles abound ?

Yesterday' Mr. Crosby, a respectable butcher of
Bermondsey-street, wa3 summoned before Aldermen Lucas
and Wilson on the Police Committee, for having allowed his
cart to stand in St. Paul'; Churchyard, thereby constituting a
nuisance to the shopkeepers in that vicinity. The vegetable
market of Newgate-market having been removed to Farring.
don by vote of Common Council, some of the inhabitants of
the neighbourhood th-tught the occasion a good one for peti
t;oning for an :Ibitemnt of ::hat sonic of the residents consi-
del ed to be a nuisance, arising from the crowding of carts, and
Alderman Wilson, the presiling iilatrate of the ward,
flirectel the owners of any found waiting in St. Paul's
Chuip':yard should be Furnmor.cd More hint. After some dis-
cussion, in which Altlyinan Wilson, Deputy Hicks, Under-
Shp:lff Wire, and Alderman Lucas took part, the Commlttee
came to the determination to adhere to the more con
course of altuwlvtg tl7; bkitcher to draw up their carts i St.
--I's Church-yard.

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THE SUN, LONDON, TUESDAY, AUGUST 28, 1838.