The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-07-13

Notwithstanding The apartments which he occupied at the
Paais Royal have long been shut up but recently
opened for the accommodation of the young Queen of Poru
GAL who visiting her sister Cotlde the wife of Prince
Napoleon In cutting the door through the WALL make
connection between the sisters rooms picture is said by
the correspondent have been discovered of which the
chronicles speak, but which has long been missing
Itsupposed have been painted Immediately after Egate
rupture with the court and displays the secret hatred and
desire of inspired by the supposed slight he had
endured at the hands of Marie Antonee Round ban
quoting table seated number of headess figures recog
nzabe those of the royal family by their attire
and insignia of rank In the of the picture he piled
up the stiff bleeding streaming heads-that of poor Marie
Antonette most conspicuous of all Egae himself cover
ing them with royal MANTLE and smile of satisfaction is
his counenance while Sanson the executoner standing
by counting the heads and writing down the number in
book The sight of this horrible picture
shocked Cotilde that she had take journey for her
health and has been absent from all the court festivals
THE VOICE OF THE SEA.
heard or seemed to hear the Gliding Sea
Say Pilgrim, why SO late and so slow to come?
Am not always here thy Summer home
Is not my voice thy music, morn and eve? ..8
My breath thy heathful climate in the heats,
My touch thy antidote my bay thy bath
Was ever building like my terraces?
Was ever couch magnificent mine?
Lie on the warm rock-ledges and there learn
little hut sufhces like town.
make your scuptured architecture vain,
Vain beside mine. I drive my wedges home
And carve the coastwise mountain into caves.
Lo here is Rome, and Nineveh, and Thebes
Karnak and Pyramid and Giants Stairs,
Hafpiled or prostrate and my newest slab
Older than all thy race.
Behold the Sea.
The opane, the plentiful and strong,
Yet beautiful as is the in june
Fresh as the rcklng rainbow of July;
Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,
Purger of earth, and medicine of men;
Creating sweet climate by my breath,
Washing out harms and griefs from memory,
And, in my mathematic ebb and fow M
Giving hint of that which changes not.
Rich are the sea-gods who gives gifts but they?
They grope the for pearls, but more than pearls:
They pluck Force thence, and give it to the WISE
For every is wealth to Dedalus.
Wealth to the cunning artist who can work f.at
This matchless strength. Where shall we find,
g. 0 waves!
A load your Atlas shoulders cannot lift?
with my hammer pounding evemore
The rocky coast, smite Andes into dust,
Strewng my Bead and, in another age, e
Rebuild continent of better
Then unbar the doors; my paths lead out
The exodus of nations | dispense
Men to all shores that front the hoary MAN,
/, too, have arts and sorceries;
Illusion dwells forever with the
~ know what spells are laid Leave me to deal
With credulous and imaginative man;
For though he scoop my water in his PALM
A few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.
Planting strange fruits and sunshine the shore,
make coast auring, some lone isle,
To distant men, who must go there or die.
y s EMERSON.
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