The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1879-10-06
visit. but when he reached the trysting place he
found it surrounded by ambushed toes. The skies
grew dark. the lightning flashed about him as ne
rode ut his enemies until

visit. but when he reached the trysting place he
found it surrounded by ambushed foes. The skies
grew dark. the lightning flashed about him as he
rode at his enemies until
lie seemed villa bright thing from heaven arrayed'
smote them smote the thunder, till afraid
ihey cowed before HIM.
Then a wind around him and between
A&S grew II STRENGTH and seoargsd the eepses green
In haanted forests where no foot has been,
TAI I'M 'r blew around IN circles and up.ore
Shaking them wild beast sha~ es his preyl
Cuhullin rode back to his cave again to doubt
whether or not Blauid were false and treacherous.
but was soothed and comforted by the minstrel's
song and went home. and after time took COM
mand OF the allied princes, who, weary Of wooing
Blsuid. made up feet and army to besiege her
father in his magic castle. The description this
stronghold inevitably provokes comparison with
Tennysons palace of Art" and Poe's picture of the
radiant palace that reared its head in oden time
long ago. DIR. Joyce has steered middle course
between the accurate delineation OF the Engshman
and the suggestive but underlined sketch of the
American. and carefully describes the twelve faces
bright which the castle displays to the woods each
face having the figure of month upon it; but for
the rest he says:-
High towering DER these wondrous imageries
Shot up world Of giided dome and vans,
That run vt full moon through amadman s brain;
And could you through its crystal galleries
And golden halls and bowcrs hear fitting strain,
One long drawn dream of glory none could tell
Wouio hoid you many Nh hour beneath ITS speill
The siege lasted for several days. but at last the
castle was captured by the aid Of magic spear
borne by Prince Curoi who used it on condition
that the loveest jewel the fortress should be his
When the spoil was distributed he chose Blauid as
the lovelest jewel and bore her away. Cuhuilin
ad HON md rnad hiu locS in and
silence until the lamentations Of his people called
him forth to say great wolf that ravaged the land
After killing the beast he had vision in which he
saw Blauid lamentiny her hard fate. whereupon he
instantly set forth to challenge Prince Curoi who
conquered him. bound him and ''reft him Of his
yellow locks of light" Blauid forced to ac-
company her husband from the field. but went. re-
minding Cuhulln that
Love is cunning and revenge is strong
The lovers did not meet again for months. and
when they once more stood face to face it was to
plot Curoi's death, which at last mplshcd
by treachcry and then Blauid aud Cuhullin were
united Ferkertre. the minstrel. grieved deeply for
his master. and went forth alone lamentng. but II
CHANGED that in time he became minstrel to the
King OF Eman. and saw Bauid once more. He had
half thought that he loved her in the days when he
soothed her with his music in Prince Curoi's court
oAN
one day while at hunting feast he clutched her in
his arms, sprang Q cliff and into the sea with
her. or Prince Cuhulin nothing moro is said. The
death OF Blsuid ends the book.
''Blauid" is better than "Deirdre in moro ways
than 1t is evenly sustained; its metre is
less monotonous and more agreeable; it contains q
great many songs Of widely differing character. and
therefore gives better idea of DR.. Joyce's great
ability in versifcation than could be derived from
"Deirdre, and the parts of the story better ad
justed to each other than those Of the authors
earlier work; but the public is q capricious crea
ture, and may refuse to look with favor on "Blaud
simply because it is a second poem and not Arst.
In the proem the author says:-
thou. to come. though yet perchance unborn,
Ny country's Poet. prince of bards su blime
Mongst those who in the futures cleaning morn
Will make great music, in thy manhood's prime
And day Of fame remember me. and climb
My Hill OF Rest. and take thy musing way
Unto the place of tOmbs, and with sweet rhyme
Stand thou beside my headstonc lone and gray
And strike thy sounding harp, and sing no little lay
In this bloom of Fancy mayst thou find
Heroes and heroines from the dusky haze;
or Ed I've called, and limned them heart and mind
As best could In all their thoughts and ways
OF love and and IL II win thy praise
And thy approving smile ask no moro
Than this, TO add ono green lear to the bays
In learning and In song my country wore
When all was dark, save her, in days of yoroi