The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-05-25

So gorys thrill is DER;
And hearts that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse more"
AS the Poets fine voice dwels on the words
I" No more,' and they die away like the sigh of
mourning soul, there is not dry eye in the
When the song is ended Lady Jersey through tears,
entreats him for another, and having grown bold
and Irish, he always did, matter in what COM
pany, when he sung the songs of Ireland he sings
When he who adores thee has left but the
OF his faults and his sorrows behind
Oh, say, wilt thou weep when they darken the fame,
OF life that for thee resigned?
Yes weep and however my foes may condemn,
Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For Heaven witness, though guilty to them,
have been but too faithful to thee.
with thee the dreams of my earliest love;
Every thought of my thine;
In my last humble prayer to the spirit above,
Thy shall be mingled with mine.
Oh hest are the 1o0AS and friends aoho shall liUe
The days Of thy glory to see;
But henert dearest blessing that Heaven gi0e,
Bhe pride Of Mus dying for Mee."
While the Poet has been singing this Ito the Eng
ish) exquisite love song, his soul has wandered to
the hills of Ireland; he remembers how he sung
and played those Irish airs in his college days,
to his schoolfellows Emmett and Russell, he re-
members how they did not live to their
try's glory, but enjoyed the next dearest blessing
of dying for her,-he sees his country torn and
bleeding, slave at the feet of her merciless OPP
pressor, and he is borne away, sobbing like child.
But let us return to "The Melodies, his own
and the worlds favorites. And, after all, what
right have to go beyond his works? We judge
of him as a Poet, then why criticise his private
no, e., lo1ox 1oJ.-
to themselves, to which the world can lay no claim,
and which should not be dragged from its privacy
when passing judgment on their public acts. With
Tom Moore, the Poet, then we have to do. And,
as such, he is an honor to his country and thing
of beauty and a joy forever" to all the world be-
sides. He stands high and alone among the Poets
of Ireland and foremost among the lyric singers
of all lands. So let say with old Christopher
North " Of all the singers that have warbled,
sung, verify the sweetest is Tom Moore"
Coming to the special edition of the Melodies
now before us, safely say that the illustra-
tions and printing are worthy of Moore, and more
than this cannot be said We look upon this work
national blessing, and one that, for the honor
of Irish literature, should receive the support of all
lovers of Ireland 1t is an Irish work all through
the illustrations being by Dan Maclise, the great
Corkman whom England loves to claim and honor
as her own. He is as Irish as Tom Moore but,
like him also, he has had to go to an English &C mar
ket to sell his wares SO has it been, so will it be-
until Ireland has a government of her own, to fos-
ter and protect genius, that now is often employed
by the enemy for her destruction This work will
be issued in ten monthly parts of 40 pages each
part. The buyer is not invited by q single engra-
UiO0 for fo, o,,1
song is beautifully illustrated, orinerpreted, by the
matchless pencil of Maclse. One Of thepublishers.
William Riches, Esq, has spent ten gears an en-