The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-11-30

conveying
the idea of being tough and wy than of strong phys
cal development His complexion is dark approaching to
black, but he has nothing of the negro about him. His
features altogether those of European HIS head Is
well formed and his hair arranged in large palts extend
ing back from the forehead The forehead is hh and tends
to be prominent His eve black full of fire. quick and
piercing His has little of the Roman about it, being
slightly arched and pointed His mouth is perfect and the
smile, which during the conversation continually played
upon it. exceedingly agreeable may say fascinating
lie has very little moustache or beard Ills manner was
peculiarly pleasant gracious and polite and his
eral expression when his features at rest
of intelligence and benevolence On the whole the physi
ognomst would find trace of fierce passion in the
lightning glance of his eyes, watched for the keen shot of
light coming from them at times and reflected upon what he
could be capable Of but they did strike eacherous
eyes, felt that he could savagely under irritation
Il Journey through AbySSlnd.
THE BAsoUEs-The following legend less remarkable for
high poetic color than simple truth, opens with the return of
Vascons from foray Moorish territory. During
their absence something has not been quite in the
home of of the knights, and Biscay is all grief shame
and tears The warriors reach the traditional oak Malata
which borders the province In 1908 the French burned
Guenica and feled the oak Malata which giant
when Ferdinand Isabella beneath spreading branches
preserve intact the ancient Fueros of the province
the operation being performed by Charles the Fifth
again 1926 The following the opening lines of "The
Lady of Morumendi''
They come, the dashing surf breaks stormashed
shore,
Their foam-fecked seeds all painting with pressing
before;
Each warrior clad in coat of MAIL each head in helm Of
STEEL
The river they ride reflects each armed from breast
heel
They come and in the midst there rides youth of gallant
mien,
Proud Amboto crowned with mist by early sunlight seen
With eye fast fixed upon the mountain side he notes the
Shouts Maata, the sainted oak that shadows Biscays
liberty,
Salute him with hottest love- vascon does his brde
Anon each sword from scabbard es each eye lights up
with pride;
With accord they shout that name dear Vacon
The breeze which the whispering leaves seems to sigh
its part.
But OH in vain Ezquera looks his dark eyes pierce the
gloom
"What, welcome Bscays sons Is that Vascon's
doom?
Andra Mari del Axpe speak what this silence deep?
What happens on our mountain home Is Biscay dead in
sleep?
Aldaz, Viilela what it that not one our coming
greetsw
All silent each with hanging head his fierce look
Why do ye still in silence ride? Where are the men
alarms?
Where they who ate their idle bread while braved wars
alarms?
My heart will break with weight of grief for Gods sake
speak my friends
Hath brothers all turned renegades Each silent for
ward bends;
Not ares speak, their eyes all tears Ezouerras fame
fires
Is this the way the Vascons greet the Vascon sres
Suffered shameless rout that hath weaved
wreaths
Better than contempt like this better thousand deaths
Where my kim my friends my faithful vassas where?
sharew
No watchfre CLEANS from rocky hight sound of shep-
herds flute;
The Irrinz sumbers in their throats the Vasca Tbas
mute!
No echoes mid the mountains shout bright eyes welcome
glance;
So they ride past Malata whose leaves in the sunbeam
dance
They pass the reedy grazing land where Titan rocks once
hurled;
Long shadows fall on Udala, the end of Vascon world
They wind around his rocky base they ford the brawng
streams
Through brier and brake Ezquera rides lost in bitter
dreams.
Anon amid the rocky waste they reach wooded GLADE
voice is heard in solemn chant issue from the Shade
F. w. c.
The RACES OF MANHND.-In deciding upon relationship
and anes between races Professor Huxley considers first