The Sun.
London, England, 1858-08-28 00:00:00

with' the great tenor ; but it was so warmly taken up by the
enti re corps that it is now their common property, as each
has contributed in some shape to work out his idea. The
folli)vving is the cantata :

GLI ITALIANI AGLI IRLANDESI ADDIO.
CORO.
Viva Pirlanda, libera d grande,
Viva i 1 tuo cidlo, viva it tuo suol
Povunque it raggio, del sol si spande,
Dovunque it vento, agita it vol.
Assisa in grembo della tempesta,
Come guerriera, pronto a pugnar,
Chini gentile, la bella testa,
Come fanciulla, ch'esce dal mar.
TERZETTO.
Addio ridente, piaggia Irlandese,
Addio fratelli, tigli del mar,
Sia benedetto, l'uom the n'appresse,
La vostra sponda a salutar.
I.7ltimi glad, lontan lontano,
Come un perduto, solingo for,
Ma benck6 flglia, dell' ocaano,
Nutri potenti, vita ad =cr.
Coro—Viva l'lrlanda, &c.
SOLO.
Triste si triste, d l'abbandono,
Come un' accent°, nol puo ridir,
Partir ci d forza, v' offriamo in dono,
En mesto vale, ed un sospir.
Ma allor the lunge, su questa cara
Terra it pensiero, ritornera,
Una segreta, lagrima, amara.
Sul mesto ciglio, ci spuntera.
Il mesto labbro, dira un addio,
L'eco per l'aere, lo ridira,
Come una prece, rivolta a Dio,
L'onda dei pelaghi vel porters.
Coro—Viva Irlanda, &c.
THE FAREWELL OF THE ITALIANS TO IRELAND.
CHORUS.
Mill to thee, Erin, ever free and great!
Hail to thy changeful skies, thy fertile land!
Far as the sun extends its generous heat;
Far as the winds their rapid wings expand !
Set 'mid the stormy seas that gird thee round,
A warrior maid thou seem'st, secure and free;
Or liftest up thy fair head—ocean crowned—
Rising in beauty from thy parent sea.
TERZETTO.
Kind friends, farewell— adieu each friendly spot,
Farewell ycur beauteous mountains, shores, and bays.
Happy the hour—and ne'er may be forgot—
When these flrst broke upon our wondering gaze!
Thee from our Italy far realms remove,
Thou seem'st to us some lonely flow'r on earth,
Radient with life, and warmth, and love,
Albeit the cold waves may have given thee birth.
Chorus—Hail to thee, Erin, &C.

SOLO.
Glad—Oh, how glad, is still the hour we meet !
Sad—Oh, how sad the hour we needs must part
The fond farewell I fain would oft repeat—
The word is lost 'mid sighs that rend my heart
And oft, when distant seas between us roll,
Back to this loved land will my thoughts return,
Regretful memory fill my longing soul,
And on my eyelids the mute tear-drop burn!
My lips, when far, will falter forth—" Farewell,"
Back by the breeze its echo will be given ;
The waves that part us back my thoughts will tell,
As angels waft the unspoke prayer to Heaven !
Chorus—Hail to thee, Erin, &c.

THE POTATO BLIGHT.

The following distressing reference to the reappearance of
this virulent disease in the potato appears in the Cork Exa-
inzper :—A correspondent in whom we have most implicit
reliance informs us that a virulent rot has appeared in the
potato crop all along the coast from Kinsale harbour west-
ward to Clonakilty. The stalks had continued green to
within a few days ago, the yield had been most abundant,
and the quality excellent beyond that of the crop of every
year since 1844. Nevertheless, our informant states, the de-
struction has been so enormous as to amount in some in-
stances to three-fourths of the whole. We must add, how-
ever, that from almost every other quarter the accounts we
receive are decidedly of the most favourable character. But
the south and west coast have been always the most suscep-
tible to the influences of the disease.
ADDRESS TO CARDINAL WISEMAN.
An address was presented to Cardinal Wiseman by the
Town Commissioners of Ballinasloe. The Cardinl ex-
pressed his delight at the reception he had met with, and
the erection of their present beautiful church. It was one
worthy of the worship of God, whose special providence
would never be removed from them. It might be that when
they had completed the erection of the tower and steeple be
would have the gratification of meeting them again. 319n-
signor Talbot said—" Circumstances prevented my coming
to Ireland for many years. I deeply regret that I did not
come among you before this. When I see the feeling of
faith, of devotion, of piety, of religion, which you testify in
every state—when I see the devotion that you pay the suc-
cessor of St. Peter, the vicar of Jesus Christ, I feel more
deeply still that regret at my long absence from among you.
I accept the office imposed upon me by his Eminence with
gratitude. When I return to the Holy Sec, to the Eternal
Vatican, and kneel at the foot of the Holy Pontiff, I will tell
him what I have here seen—of the faith and devotion mani-
fested towards him, fully as great as that evinced for him in
his own dominions. I accompanied his Heliness on his recent
visit through his own dominions, and there indeed did I see
the multitudes come and kneel at his holy feet, and kiss the
hem of his garment; but their devotion was for himself—
they had him before them ; but here it is in Ms represeuta-
tire that he is honoured."

EXCITEMENT IN DUN3IANWAY.
The Cork Constitution says :—" This town has been the
scene of most unusual excitement for the last few days, in
consequence of a bowling match which was to take place
between two persons—a Protestant and a Roman Catholic.
The fact probably of their being of different belief caused
the excitement to be much more than otherwise. The
match came off on Monday, but was not finished when
the day closed. Thousands were collected to witness it, and
afterwards a feeling was manifested not at all creditable to
the actors. One of the parties—the Roman Catholic—was
taken on the shoulders of some men and paraded through
the town till a late hour last night, followed by immense
crowds, cheering tremendously and waving green boughs,
and shouting occa.ionally, ' Here's a Papist,' Hurrah for
a Papist,' and such other expressions. However, the Pro-
testant party showed more good sense than to notice it.
The constabulary were all under arms, and patrolled the
streets until the excitement was somewhat subdued. On
Tuesday the feeling again got vent, and while I write
the shouting through the streets is most annoying. It is
but right to mention that none of the respectable Roman
Catholic inhabitants connected themselves with the affair."
, DR. PALL CULLEN AND THE POOR-LAW C031311S-