The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-08-29
The Poets and Orators of Ireland.
COLONEL STUART TAYLOR, SAN FRAN
CISCO.

Epnobled sorely by their own genius
wing no thanks TO the blazonry of the her
las college for worldly titles-descended
om no long line of pompous ancestry
bout the middle of the eighteenth CEN
ary a group of intellectual giants burst in
4 blaze of light upon her soil to gladden.
Ireland. To offer their greatne 80 our BON
sst tribute, we are clustered together In this
loom to- night, and althougH t.rse walls
have echoed to the plaudits we have palo
70 the great dead and the great living,
&urely to no nobler souls have we rendered
homage and if we seek to marry our
Braiaes to their memories, / trust no dis
Senting voice will forbid the bapns. Let
he now merely glance at the several div.
ssions of my subject. First, the Poets Of
Ireland. Where can we find a sweeter
arpist than genial, hayward, glorious
TOM MooREf
tenderer, nobler soul than that pathetic
Fainter of peasant life, that real lover OF
nature in ali her moods-Oiiver Goldsmith :
h writer's of soDgs more humorous and
! Duching than Samuel Lover and the jovial
Rroutf Do you seek for Towering elo-
bat kindle good thoughts in yoG-for
lords that burn and dazzle with their
brightness-for the very witchery of wit,
parking and playing about you in many
oloEed wreaths of flannel Where will
Rou find it in moro glorious gsrb than in
The speeches Of those very men whose fame
BE are to celebrate tO-nightf Then do
ou blame me, gentlemen, If have chosen
o ask for that country who was the mo-
2her of these illustrious sons some recog-
ition at our hands--who, though e'pil-
prs of her old greatness may be shaken
nd the shamrock forget to blossom as OF
I'd, though her harp hangs mute upon her
Kali j.. 4, rvfe ~
Der gardens, " sand filled up her palaces
Ind seaweed o'ergrown her walls OF revel.
IT," still stands as that Ireland who gave
he world q Moore, Sheridan, and 8
Burkea
There lie Tom Moore, the bard of bard'
H old Erin-Tom Moore, who thought In
music as men think in prose, whose beat
ng blood Was running song. When. Moore
ut up the literature of Ireland with the
torch of his genius, titled poet arosedr
England to make HE country men wonder
TOO. The two were contemporaries anC
rienda. But the light that played arount
aoore's verses-teDder, glancing, aud bril-
lant--was in no danger, of being exiting
pushed even in the cullen glare of Lore
oyTon's genius. An, aurora borealis Nigh
we'll think of being put out by an erup
ION Of Mount Vesuvins. As planets, theJ
eTe as different as Mercury and Saturn
thelr rising was at the same time the!
lever moved in the same ORB, or met o.
oesea In the "wide, painless way" of fancy
So,; invention. The gay and the happy
aoilze the 1rishman on his pedestal o
any smiles or transient teare. The severe
verse OF the Englishmau is enshrined Ia tn
oreast Of those whose gaiety has beeI
turned to gall-from whom happiness ha
neo IKE dream. "It seemed" as com
Sne who knew him. and loved him vel
5 ss TOLD ne Of Moore, 4" as If his airy spirit
LAY from the sun, continually futteret
WIN fond aspiration to regain that nativ
;OuTee Of light and heat" His Parnassu
40 q blooming Eden. r. ,..
TOT rare, rolIicking, stirring songs ant
tS.L wit, go seek the pages of old Fa
n neE Frout, who "belonged to a class O
Tut Itais now quite gone out Of Irish exia
C Sase like the elk and the wolf dog" On
~ sae most serious and most beautiful
BELLS Of Shandon" which asa specime
melodious versifcation, it is unqualled
+n or real fun and the hearEiest laughter
Pn rn over the pages of the o'Dohert
ttp eTs by glorious Father Maginn. Bu
e;s allusiOn to Father Prout and DR.. Ma
snn drifts MS into In.
THE WITS OVERLAND " b
SsSbject so vast cannot cone With it an
81 nave no intention of entrenchina O
~ e rlghts of the gentlemen who are yC
ntertain you, and on account of vi