The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-05-26


Mavourneen.
Her throne is pure gold but not fit
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Mavourneen.
Slaves every mon ent throng her feet,
With eager eyes appraised to meet
Each least desire OF hers, most sweet
MAvourneen.
"Bnt oh. she wears the plairest gown.
Her dear head neer crowned a crown,
orly my heart makes her reuown-
MavOurneen.
And her gold throne spoke about,
is only built of love without
ANY Pos0ibIe flaw Throughout
my thoughts are born in chains, they move
All round and round her in one groove,
Living to wait on her lSysm %nson-n..,
a "But it's an out -and-ou love song" cried
Ellen, when she had finished reading.
"And what else would it BET What else
is worth puttingiinto music and giving her to
~ don't know what Lesbia will think of it
though-this line about the poorest gown-it's
verp pretty, but will she like it -
II can't take it out; it's just that gives the
touch of pathos and makes the verses above
the common. It's the one grain of real poetry
in the whole thing, for it came warm and true
out of my heart. was thinking of her as she
l,oked last night, when that little rascal. Bob
Maynard, threw q handful of wet sand over
her -dress.-She stood still, looking at the
stains, with her red lip up, and the big tears
darling of the world, that she is! Mavour-
neen p!
"Oh Connor Ccnnor, 1 do believe you will
talk yourself into being actually in love with
her at last, and you know in reality it's all
make-believe and talk-words, words, words"
81 know nothing of the kind; how can you
judge? Every man meets hia fate some time"
mani But you are boy"
And Babette is baby; 80 we are well
matched. Come, give me an envelope. l don't
say that have quite the brass to give these
anouy mously by post, and she can make out
whom they come from if she pleases.
You won't, really~
"Whos to hinder me7"
81 will. / won't allow any such nonsense
to go out of the house. / won't have you
make such a fool of yourself" cried Pelham,
turning from the window with a very red. in
dgnanJ face, which, during all the preyious
conversation, he had been trying to bring into
sufficient order to expose to Connor's quizzing
eyes
gotten you were in the room," cried Connor.
" You wonld not have had the luck to hear my
verses, l can tell you. if had remem bered
your existence five minutes ago but since you
have heard, what objection does your wisdom
find to them 7"
Give the letter to me; it shan't go. AS said
before, won't let you make oonfou nded
fool of yourself, and insult Miss Maynard"
"Insult Miss Maynard That's a good Joke,
when she asked me to write the verses herself,
and is expecting them this minute-the darl-
ingw, ,
your friend 7"
my dear Pelham. don't see anything to be
so very angry about. Connor drew her on
certainly, but Lesbia did drop hint about
wishing to have some verses written on pur-
pose for herself-I heard it,"
well, have often been told that women
are envious of each other, and speak i'll of
their dearest friends behind their backs. and
now I believe it,"
"Easy, Pelham, easy. Abuse me as much as
you like, and welcome-Pll take it kindly !;
but don't fall foul of Ellen, if you please. The
notion of her needing to be envio1s and jeaI.
ous of little Lesbis Maynard beats everything
for absnrdity."
gold thrones and chains. What a confounded
humbQg you are !"
Connor laughed aloud. "Well, no one will
accuse You of being that same. You have as
friends as the biggest hypoorite in the world
would need to prove his sincerity BY"
81 did not insult you-nothiDg of the kind !;
but Pm in earnest that those verses don't 90 to
Miss Maynard"
"Oh, i can be in earnest too, if you like !;
but just look here. Pelham! We are not
we found out once before that it did not an
swer for us wo to interfere with each other.
We made mess of it when it was only q
question of a dog between us, and young
lady is much more awkward subject to dis
agree about"
"And indeed, Pelham, you are taking it
great deal too seriously" put in Ellen, eagerly.
Don't you know that Conuor is always writ
ing verses to young ladies, and never sending
them Why he has written poems on every
one of the seven Miss O'Roones of Ballyo wen !;
and as to the Dublin young ladies of his ac-
quaintance, you should see what he finds to say
and sing about them"
mo, he shall not see" cried Connor, taking
up his writing. g.cass, and deliberately placing
the sheet from which Ellen had read in an in.
side pocket already we'll stuffed with MSS.
"It's like shaking red rag before mad BULLS
eyes to show scrap of poetry to Pelham. Let
him subside, poor fellow; we've poked him up
enough for one day, and he begins to look dan
gerous. Hullo there's the postman coming up
the street. shall run down and intercept my
share of his budget. L always hate letters ex-
cept on rainy day, and then there's some uee
| in them. If | find q billet dour from the
| youngest Miss O'Roone, Pelham shant read it,"
(To be continued.)
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