The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1879-06-12

have lightened the labor of the hardy
Swiss mountaineer. They are sung by
the muleteers of Spain, They cheer the
Canadian fishermen. Their melody
glides into the heart of the gondoliers OF
Venice. They are heard in the palace
of the prince as we'll as in the cabin Of
the peasant. The venerable and beloved
Archbishop McHale, whom O'Connell
aptly termed "the Lion of the fold OF
Judah" has translated many of them
into Irish. My honored friend, Father
Croghan, informs me, land he is excel
lent authority that some of Moore's
melodies in Irish fall upon the ear as
sweetly and soothingly as did the music
of the harp of David to the troubled
breast of Saul, while the martial airs re-
sound as stirring ard inspiring as the old
rebel yell which he heard in Virginia, OF
the ringing battle shout of the famous
"Connaught Rangers"
cannot conclude these crude, imper-
feet and disjointed utterances without
making brief allusion to the inner life Of
our poet and patriot. He was a dutiful
son, and his generosity was fully COM
mensurate with his means. Around the
domestic circle his virtues shone pre-
eminent. The molten wealth, the lava
of gold and gems of his poetry, have
elected the admiration of the world but
what is far more precious, more worthy
of commendation, grauder, nobler, bet
ter, he was fond, faithful and affection
ate husband. His home was the seat oi
contentment and happiness. The very
air of his dwelling was redolent of piety
and love, and vocal with the soft and
enchanting melody of "the bosom friend
dearer than ALL" She was ever young
and fair in his sight; her eyes to him
we're brighter than the stars of which he
sung; her smile outrivalled the splendor
of the Oriental sky. His household gods
were more precious than the worlds ap-
plause.
Thomas Moore fills an honored niche
in Fame's proud temple. His poems will
continue to melt the heart with their
warmth of coloring and their tender and
impassioned sentiments as long as the
tints of the flowers attract the eye, while
the brilliancy of the stars enkindles the
fancy, or the beauties of the landscape
enrapture the vision. His memory will
be cherished in every true Irish heart,
and his melodies will cause every Irish
heart to vibrate with lofty and generous
emotions. May each succeeding ami
versary find his admiring countrymen
celebrating with enthusiasm the birthday
of "The poet of all circles and the idol
of his own"
At the close of this address, which its
needless to say was delivered in most
eloquent and impressive style, and which
was frequently interrupted with rounds
of hearty applause, the Rev. G. j. Crog-
han called the attention of the audience
to the fact that there was OH the stage q
gentleman who was born in the same
county and on the same day of the year
with Tom Moore, and who was personally
acquainted with the great poet. He al
luded to Mr.. George Addison, who was
thereupon called upon by the crowd, and
who responded briefly, giving some OF
his recollections of Moore.
This ended the ceremonies, and left
the crowd at leisure to stroll around the
Park and see the sights. The days pro-
gramme was carried out without single
mishap, and to the entire satisfaction Of
all who were fortunate enough to be
present.