The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1876-12-17


the weather and the landscape, the sharpness
of late Autumn, the life and sweetness Q
Spring. Here Ia passage taken at random
from the pages:
Calm Au,uun died. and in that garden fair
The last flowers wit hersd in tho treacherous air.
The httle.streem with mournful murmurs rolled,
Dd sns tree doed their robes Of bronze and gold
A3a a the s Susas lands lay DAMP and
shso1xS ss1f as heard
The bittern, from the Fat isies Of the mere,
Ss S Ssss rn tSa Is%Ss
0r 0r mighty whirr of multitudinous wings
s3 pt rooks ss, and noisy ssarlings spreading Ger
and sometimes. too the rntiHn winds would come
4, n the m forlorn grove. or with dead sound
And roar amid the gaps of distant Hills,
And the thich rain would pour and swell the rls
Co 6 rivers and the rivers into seas,
PORN mid the bowers Of some more GENIAL CLINE,
= md make a mimic Summer for a time.
And here is another, showing the u pion OF
CURE painting and landscape, of which the
bet is 30 fond:
this calm day, beneath the wildwood tree
stream p sped % oas nth isS s3er.gIsamiGs % fall
rom underneath fair Deirdres garden wall
ReS nosdsss OF ths fa' Msy
Eeside the pool that spread like azure glass
sss @ Wing
he 5lIs 5ases 6TIOoPSg Ger ats slender STEM
midst the fragrant grass And bright as they
proud head 's slg bred green saeis he SaTs eeS
Ammed round with pearls, whence flowed his raven
lustro1s food of love looks smooth and long
Ryer Us his i 6IATDy shoTlders % broad and Strong
Pf crimson woof and fringe of woven gold
And from it. essp pisbsy cisn Ses hgD&
i.. ita long sheath that; like serpents scale,
N his strong hip an ancient dirk he wore,
hat at on his ecabbard the brave sembance bore
(lanrau Har nd
sson ifS ,bs Se SlGd
Ehe sun snil-d on him, tightening ali the glade
Eith golden ashes and blue glimmerings
/ rom cloak and arms and badric's studs and rings.
The poem is singularly equal in its merit,
tnere are no poor places u il, and none of sur
passing brIliiancy or power. Perhaps this is
fair specimep of the style. Naisi ightiug
or the possession of the Fomorian galleys,
ghlch no needs, bat has 10 right to, is getting
Ehe worst of it, and the story goes on in this
Fsy:
Asa captain brave
Eaisi now here now here Mis- battle led. "''o
md with high word and deed their valor fed
JLhSgk ing, though the gradual rising de
UttTd =, S1 iutl many eorss and isr was dyed
The tramp OF great host drawing pear
9Iwn the wild isle there fell and through the gloom
sehihd it waving then a savage roar
IF joy arose that shook the island shore
Eagle GTesS Tale 56e sns se KING KING
f9y ni,dS erIsd s1GiTiing; gIi 3 then sudden nd trace
\ \, t6e ne Eom0rian NOR king as down he came
darts fell tehiold thick the fatal hour
the right wing strong Ardan turned his back sHO
moment; ON the centie Nalsie shout
< ,e$ S1n hSNrI @ IN vain by his retreating rout
Anil fs Sss 3a Ell fee oet G,tTsTd 9o .s fray
tnng to the PaiIsade full Atubborniy
d now as Nasi TUNED the risioS seA
3lied d inward wave by wave and %, ~ r,oi.,
pped at his mail-shirt, and full SOcn tmSia aosd
warriors arm pit bi2n. and stopped their II Ght.
he hat,
see his loved ones, sudden overhead
5S " Of and shed
h~ art the darkness, on the hillooR's crown.
3ldinG her child alot in her despair
d terror. that hIs little ey.s might see
light & iilGnined them then g; came trailing fast
ross the sound still cleaning, and was S gone;
in that heeling moment even as one
!ast some elCone light amid tho trees anu 'N''
nGng new courage, NAisi's soul took fire
h ruin Of the battle his keen gaze
hopeful rs that sudden moonlight blaze
Ashed on the sound, and showed amid the wreck
Wy scStn TinG'torn nom rs, some great gsileyS deck
o SiS startled foes rang through the gloom
iauSng shout: his warriors Turned;
at last the prize was won. Deirdre herself
pure and noble character; beautiful as
o!eh or Venus, bnt true, sweet, unaffected,
Ning no man but Naisi, her husband, living
MIN and their baby, and dying when he dies
canse she was his only, and could never be
.. 1hls deep, Intense sentiment Is not
eLt upon you are made to feel it by it's in
SiDs THSe upon Deirdre's life; the author ex-
Do no sentiment, analyses no emotion, deals
OerS Suotleties of psychology or morals; but
nd and women are human, are alive, and
ra ieauer knows all the love and devotion,
~ ~ n nopes and fears, that make mp their
sn.ioa Inc ianlt of the poem is an excess of its
Ssnnan one wearies little of is musical
= y S,p ano longs for o change in the mea- /
tougu place even, where one may break 1
SIui SuH rest moment from matching to the 6
pSS'dhng pS music. Then the pictures are too
ness 'STl M one is q little oppressed by their I
Z, sou1 3hese faults would nos be felt if the f
S he e looked looked at separately; if the music 6
bnt ioiiio"ed for only on chapter at O +
alton III Ghe story will not permit that de- !
overs 10 arS reading; one cannot leave Deirdre,
The au sdventures till the last word is s
artist eutn0r % certainly has rare gifts as t
kedy ia + "uu story-teller; still more, his b
EI9o is Sonching without being heart. e
Eai tescbihiS IHu MS verse is not burdened with f
snffePingn ffiu,ng g. OF with diagnoses of passion a
e sTa snree e wonders of the world at Dres. L
49, now huR aecumnlatea in vsst