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"STABAT MATER"
An Admirable Translation Of the Old
Latin HYmn.

The Rev. George Alexander Crooke
ID. D., ID. c. L.. Of Dublin, but fo
many years a resident OF this city
has recently made translation o
the celebra ed hymn 'Sta6dt Mater
which, for preservation Of the orlglna
rythm and ideas, is unequalled by any
that we have seen.
We quote the first verse OF tn
original hymn, that such OF our read
ers vs. may not remember the measure
may see it. All the stanzas are il
the same meter, and an examination
of the translation by DR.. Crooke viii
show that be has preserved through
out tile same pure scansion-so thai
the EngIisL trans alton may be sung
TO the music OF the Latin hymn. A
few years ago Dr. Crooke favo.e .ee
our literary world with al exquisite
translation of the Diss Le, and, had
he done nothing else, these two hymns
worId place his name bigh in the
ranks as an appreciaLlve aid learned
classicisl. ......... ..... ....
The following is DR. Crooke's trans,
Iatiop Of the Stubut Mater: = ( p" i
Sad. the mother kept her station
BY the cross in tribulation, s.:.~.. ,..
While er son hung there on high;
Through her cheerless soul bemoaning,
Rent with grief, and inly groaning,
Pierced the sword of agony.
o how sad, and sorrow-laden, .....
Was that peerless, blessed maiden,
Mother of Gods only Son |.aGs
Pangs-none sorer! then swept DER her,
An"uish tore her, as before her Z
Suffering hung her precious One!
Who, unmoved by tenderest feeling,
Could behold her struggling-reel:ng
Meath her weight of sorrow sore?
Who could view, unsympathizing,
That fond mother agonizing
With the child her bosom bore? ,
For the sins of her own nation
She beheld Him all oblation,
And with scourges bruised and torn
Him, once in her bosom lying, o.,
She beheld in torments dying,
All forsaken and forlorn. .....
Mother fountain Of affection,
Fill me with deep detection, s....
That my tears with thine may flow;
Make my heart be ever glowing
With the love to Jesus owing,
That his favor 1 may know.
Holy mother! this boon grant thou,
In nv heart the wounds implant thou,
Deeply of the Crucified;
For me wailing, He bore mailing,
Ruthless railing, dread impaling,
So, with me His pangs divide.
Let nv sorrow, true and thorough,
Blend with thine, till my last morrow,
For His sad life's fearful close; g;..
BY the Cross I'd join thy station,
Freely share thy desolation-. ".s
= All thy sorrows-all thy woes.
Maiden! ofeall maidens glorious,
May these pleadings be victorious!
,Makeme to lament with thee;' :,-2.'.r
In my vision, with precision, az ..s.-
Keep my Saviour's mournful mission,
Wounds, and death, and agony.
Let His painful wounding smite me,
Let the daily Cross delight me,
81 All for love to thy dear Son;
Fired with raptures, from thee taken,
Then I'd stand, that day, unshaken,
When the Judgment is begun.
Let my Saviour's cross and passion
Be my stay and preservation,
BY the comforts of his grace; r.-.-
When the grave shall ope its portal,
Grant then to my soul immortal
In Gods Paradise place!
The first stanza of the Latin version
reads as follows: ..5 ...
Stabat mater dolorosa, .....,.
Juxta crucem lacrymosa, ',,'
&C.,. DUN pendebat filius; .:..,.
Cujus apimam gemenCem,
Contristatam ct dolentem,
Pertransivit gladius. 3. =,