The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-10-06

And every nook thou seekest hath welcome smilin &
Glide thou blessed river nor pause to thick OF mt
VINO Only In my longing heart can tread that track
Some grand Old irish castO locke frownins on the
oh, speak aloud bold river how 1 have wept with
To read of those past .g,,, ere all our glory did
And Wish Tor one short moment had been thero to
Such relic of the bySoae days upon thy bake fair
And IT, in rowing onward Thy GlAdsome waters b,und
where cottage homes are smilipg and cnildren
oh taink how and tranquil beneath tie loving
Rejoicing in some country home my life had elided
And g,,ieve little niu ute that can never be
happy, happy cottager upon thy banks fair Lee
Now. fare the well glad river peace smile upon tn
And still may may sunbeAms brighten where thy wild
Oft in pat weary city these blue waves leave behind
III think upon the pleasant paths where thy smooth
Oh but for one long Summer day to wander on with
And rove whereer thou rOvest, my own sweet river
From the notes with which Jealous
hands have furnished me the following
description must be transcribed textually,
if at all. cat this time [etat lsl she was
in my eyes, and think others would
agree with ME, singulsrly pretty and
attractive. A brunette in complexion,
with brilliant though varying color, her
beautiful dark eyes reflected every thought
tender or sparkling, thoughtful or
dreamy, according to her mood. Her
mingling of shyness and franknees and
she had most affectionate disposition,
with q vivid enthusiasm for everything
good and noble"
The "affectionate disposition" claimed
for her here is apparent in every fragment
of her letters which has been placed in our
hands, ard also in much of the poetry
which she published. In Mr.. Hayes's
copious and excellent collection of the
"Ballads of ireland" we have been struck
with the comparatively large number of
poems by MARY" which are placed in the
division called "ballads of the affections"
The simplicity and purity of these are such
as We might expect from so pure ard gen
tie heart; but we might hardly look for such
accuracy of diction, and such truthfulness
of taste in one so young, contributing to a
weekly political newspaper and surround
ed by Influences not the most severely
classic. just before the piece we have
last quoted, the Nation (Which its fair
young contributor used at this period TO
carry about in her pocket for constant re-
ference, "ss VIC were ALL" adds my inform
ant, "more or less Nation mad'") the
Nation of February 81, 1876, introduced
her little poem "My Owen" by long note
which ends thus elf there be anything in
Irish song more passionate, spontaneous,
or essentially native, we do pot know of
it. It has the gushing, bounding charac
ter which makes it's own music, and could |
not possibly be read tamely )" and we
think it is this piece which q later writer |
in the Nation, in reviewing the poems of
Francis Davis. the Belfast man, alone pre-
fers to his "NanHie" which we quoted in |
this magazine. (Vol. v. p. 72)
Proud of fond of you, olingipg near 30 you.
Light is my heart now know / am dear you
Glad is nv voice now. free 1t may sing for you
All the wild love which s burning within for you
Tell more. tell 1t over and
The tale of that which frat saw you my lover.
Now need never blush
At my hearts hottest gush.
The wife of my Own her heart may dIscoverl
Proud of 70 fond of you having all right In you,
9ui ttng all else through my love and delight in ycu
light is my step for it always may fly to you
;laSpod in your arms where sorrow reach to
Reading ii new love they shall teach to
Though wild and weak till now,
By that blessed marriage vow,
fore tn an the Wisest know heart shA preach to
IITv Fp,Ir |