The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-03-16

since by Mr.. Patrick Donshoe of Bostpn. The
authorship of this poem, is now thoroughly
established, and 80 is the authorship OF most |
of the ether splendid illusions appearing
anonymously in Mr., Hayes choice and vaina-
BILE collection. We trust that Mr. Donahoe IN |
issuing o new edition, will not fail to 1nrnish
the name Of the author in every possible case
It would be but simple jnstice to render creai'
TO whom credit il due. 1t would also prevent
such literary piracy and wrangling as hock |
ma tn Sieep,n ."Fallen." Beautiful SNOW,
and other celebrated fugitive pieces have
eugendered and evoked. The author OF tne
Cello TONGUE, Rev. Michael Mullen died in Chi
cago, April Oath, 1869, at the age OF thirey-tour
years. He was born in the picturesque l'''ie
town Of Loughrea, in the wild and ro"an''c
county of Galway, ireland. he was edaoa'eu
at st. Jarlath's College, Tuam, and Maynootn
College, Dublin. At Maynooth he was oraain-
cd ,riest. and in view of his shining abilities,
was imm ediateIy promoted to the Chair OF the
Professor of Theology. He filled this exalted
position for eleven years with distinguishes
ability and credit. His studious and sedehea-
~ habits, having undermined his constitution
he was compelled to resign. Change OF Gil
mate and scene were deemed necessary ZOE
him, so he came to America in 1854. After nis
arrival he entered the Catholic Seminary OF
Troy, as Professor of Mathematics and Moral
Philosophy, and remained abont year. lie
from Troy, proceeded to the College OF No1re
Dame, South Bend, Indiana, where he remain
ed about year. when his failing heaitn con'-
PEELED him to resign. From South oonu 10
went to Chicago aud faded slowly there; med
ica1 aid and endearment of friends, were not OF
mnch avail, for consumption knows no pity.
rfp,lr q patriot,
as we'll as priest. When in Ireland, be was
. constant contributor to the Dublin Nation,
and other periodicals. He was a scholar deep
" veraed in anc ,ent lore and in science and
branches of general information, his know
ledge was extraordinary
THE CELTIC TONGUE.
,.s;n. ii. fading like leaves upon the treesi
In murmnIing tone it's dying like the wall upon ''0
IT'S swiftly disappearing footprints on the shore
Where the B.rrow. and tho Erne' ana Loon o"i'S
Where the parting sunbeam kisses Loeb corrib in tho
And Ocean. like mother. clasps the Shannon to her
.rha1s%euaee of old Erip of her history and name
or her monarchs ana her heroes-her glory AND her
Tho sacred shrine where rested. thro sunshine and
,hs airE of h.r martyrs their bodies in the tomb
The time rousht shell, where murmurd miu e'n'"'
Th. secret Freedom nDna and in as s91a asi
ig. Snhng sa Of 70 nose who love
Tho o,den topgns is sinking like patriarch to rest
whose youth Sshed the 1yrian 'on our Irish coasts
Ere iSe Roman or the the Norman or the Dane
Had aEst ret Britain. Ger trampled heaps Of
Whose manhood the Druid rite at f0resttFee and
And savage tribes Britain round the hrnes of zer
And for generations witnessed all the glorie' of the
Since our Celtic warsongs round the sacred
The tensues that saw infancy ranked among the
And from their have risen those now spoken in
The eiores Of old Erin with her liberties have gore
Yet their ba'o hnger'd round her. while the Gaeiie
For her woe P %S5s va 81
Than ,s al p hss pillar towers 1t 00
Soon~very noon it's moving tones shall neer be heard
Der the Island dmly fading circle DER the ave
ding its sa's
The t V
And Irishmen were Irish STILL in language heart ane
Saxon Rival PEo,orSsd hn soon
sa1o" chain our rights and tongues alike doth h''s
Save where amid Connaught wilds and bills of Don
And Sy the shores Munster like the broad Atlantic
The oidsn language fingers yet and binds us to the
Thro' cold neglect tits dying now stranger on ou
No Lawrence hres the Celtic Chang round leagnere'
Athaeee - -,
songs TO the sea :, u .
All mage Tongue. that round us woveis spells 81
soft and detr
All! pleasant Tongue, whose murmurs were as music
to the earl =, -,
ALI glorions Tongue whose accents could each Celtic
heart nthrsii!
All! rushing Tongue, that sounded like the swoller
torrents tall !
Whose ecSoe in the battle thunder in its might
That Tongue which ohce in chefta ms hall P"urEe
AS entertain ser or old is silent there today
That Tongue shout dmayed the foe at Kong anr
Mullagbmsst tt 80
the Pasti
The Celtic Tongue is passing and stand coldlv by
Witnonta pang within the heart. within thu
without pulse for Freedom stirred, one effort made
The Language Of Fathers from dark ObliviOni
O. Erin vain your eHorts-your prayers for Freedom
Whit offered the language of the foe that olove
Be sure That tyrants with an art from darkness
Won i make the conquered nation slaves alike in ln,t
RuaSia's great Gar ne'or stood Poland.