The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1875-02-24
From the Christian Union.
MBLLsGAN'S GOSPEL.

~ From the Christian Union.
~ MULLsaAN's GOSPEL.
BIZ ANNIE HERBERT.
I've a rare bit Of news for you, Mary Ma
Ana truta, 'tis the strangest that ever was
known; -
You rememberI told you ,welvemonth
How a soul came from heaven to Poverty
Row. -
If an angeih had troubled the waters that
bore
Such little white craft to our turbulent
shore,
No mortal could tell; but that innocent
child,
Like . dove without wings, nesting
downy and tender,
With eyes vailing pictures of Paradise
splendor,
Came into the tenement crazy and wild,
And the hard life SO Diti1ess. roneh and de-
filed,
Over to Mulligan's.
1t is strange to our eyes, but perhaps you
A vine clasp its tendrils of delicate green
Round a desolate rock, or a lily grow white
With its roots in the tarn and its face in the
light; e~Sss.zss S5
Or when saSh an, storm wrap the sky in
A star shsHeiaoat nom the fold of cloud:
So this little one came-but it never seemed
right
There were children enough, Heaven
81 knows! In that Babel,
Cadets for the Tombs from the bold whis-
| key rabble,
Choked out from the love that is heavens
own light,
Rank sons of the soil, cropping out for a
5- Over to Mulligan's.
There was many u banquet in Mulligan
= Hall,
When the revelers feasted on nothing at
tQ ALL S i
And a king at the board giving knighthood
of pains, e8
| chains;
Tim held as law the most perfect in life
The strong tie that bonud him to Nora, his
cd wife; ski1saod 1S IA
But, blinded by drink, when his passion
ran high, a. frEa.ffseg
He beat her of course with a fury inhu-
@nman, n,H2Hss-ssssszsz
And she such a poor, patient bit OF a wo-
man! e.
Wen for her a soft voice answered low to
b her cries,oi sxJs 1850 ,y
And her sun neverse in the baby's blue
over to Mulligan's.
It was twelve months or more from the
time she was born, rs
AS sat at my window one sunshiny morn,
'tJist come over, ''the voice of Tim Mulligan
= said, 2d& e
"Ibelave in me sowl that me baby is dead,v
He had held q wild reveI late into the
night, - t.ss 81 fft5r
And the wee, frightened dove plumed her
pinions for flight;
This the man saw at last. with sndden
,"God forgive mey' he cried, ''sure she'd
avid the cursin' an drink when me lips
shud be prayin'!''
And the priest came and went, little
. dreaming that day q TetCt a
How the priesthood of angels was winning
h1-Eo Over to Mulligan's.
Then the sweetest, the saddest, the tender
est sight
Lay the child ld like q fair sculptured vision
of light,
Hands closed over daisies, fringed lids over
tears = gGJFTA N1
That never would fall through life's sor-
rowful years; z-
1Ah, mavourheen!" moaned Tim, ats for
iver I'll think
That the saints took yez home from the
divil of drink; -%ssa--
An mayhap--here he shivered decanter
"she viii see me up there wild the Mother
AM sind down the grace that from sin
liver frees usv,
SO the leaven that spread from one beauti-
full soul
Through that turmoil of misery 1eavened
the whole,
Over to Mulligans.
Now thing the most wonderful, Mary
Malone,
Ana trntll, tits the strangest that ever was
szkuOYn, AAZ E&
Mr.. Mulligan met me to-day on the street,
And he looks like a man from his head to
his feet;
Though his clothes are but coarse, they are
comely and trim,
And no man dares to say. ''Here's health
to you, Timr'
He will soon rent cottage and live like
the best, ~ -
And the gossips do say with wise lifting
of fingers,
tits alrfor sweet charity's sake that he
Fingers Hsa "A p
In the Row where Gods peace settled down
in his breast, 4sesss ssxs
When a soft, weary wing fiuttered home
from the nest
Over to Mulligan's.