The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1879-05-29
all. Moore's own words best describe his own
singing:
Sweet voice Of comfort twas like the stealing
Oi summer wind thfO some wreathed shell
Each secret winding each inmust feeling
Oi all my soul echoed To Its spell
Twas whispered hilu-twas sunshine spOkenl
I'd live years of grief md pain
To have my long sleep pi sorrow broken
BY such benign blessed sounds again.

Each secret winding each INN 1T feeling
Twas Whispered 6Sim-iwa. sunshine spokeni
To have MY long sleep OF sorrow broken
BY such benign, blessed sounds again
There is more that l would say to you II time
would tell you how Moore's Melodies" are
Irish now. not in thought and sentiment alone.
but in the language; how venerable prelate.
than for scholarship and erudition-Archbisho
McHae-has translated " The Melodies" into
Irish verse, and now at last Ireland can claim
them as all her own.
Something should be said too. Of Moore him
self. apart from his works-ot the spotless in;
teRrity Of his character-of the purity. and
charm. and grace OF his domestic lfe-of the
fast and faithful friendships that gathered
around him. us bees cluster about the flower.
/ cannot-thc warning eye OF our President is
more, and shall have done. A.,
In Duhlin-in MoOres own native city-thev
keep splendid festival in his honor to-day:
There ireland will speak out Of the fulness q
whose song first taught the nations that she
was beautiful. There millions of voices Will
swell hymn OF praise resounding nnd rever-
bcrating from end to end OF the island-trom
whore the fairy lakes sleep under the soft skies
Of the south. 10 where the Giants Causeway
filings back the surges Of the Northern Sea.
Here in New Nork-the empire city Of this con-
tinent-the free city OF tho world here. IN this
and women moi ali irish nor even of irish de-
scent. but of many races. nations creeds. ante
cedents. homes. and habits of thought who
have brought JOY to their hearts.
For them. too, his songs have been sung. He
,be ySneI sSet meoy Sp ~ liz
every sentiment ennobling every Impulse.
teaching men to be more Just more generous,
more tolerant, more iorgiNing; moving them 10
tears that never enfreble. and TO laughter that
never degrades. A soul so large. a sympathy
80 genial. an influence 80 universal. belong not
to one country nor TO one race nor to one time.
True genius lives for all the world and forever
fountain bright and clear, from which men.
fl..fa NM hs4ur faI ~ Ffa-
freshment and hope. Wherever men armed for
justice and the right. stand face 70 face with IN.
veterate wrong. in the songs OF Moore they Will
find their cry nt battle and their pnan oitriumph.
In his melodies. true love will breathe ITS ten.
derness and devotion. and even fhith Itself ma
The world may be weak and iglse and sinful
yet even in its worst degradation. i looks
up with reverence to what is noble. just,
and true-nothing that Is not noble just and
| true can stand the test OF time In that awful
| tribunal. whore the good and III which men DO IN
life is truly weighed THE judgment has been pro-
nounced that sets the seal of eternity on the
fame Of Tom Moore The wreath is woven,
| the wreath OF song his own hands have twinrd.
| Tenderly we set It on his marble brow. There
| let N rest until another century shall nave
rolled by. Then other men shall Eatner i0r III II
more splendid, but with love not more warm
than ours-with chorus and song-with every
| will pay such tribute as New York-which will
| be then the imperial city Of all the worll-can
pay to the undimmed. undiminished glory OF
| Tom Moore.
The musical gem Of the evening followed in
| Miss Mamie Conrons singing OF 'Tis the Last
Rose Of summer" She rendered the beautiful
| ballad with such sweetness OF expression and
| purity Of tone that positive enthusiasm WAS
awakened. and the house fairly trembled with
| applause. in which even the orchestra and
| chorus Joined. The full orchestra and chorus
| gave " Believe me. II all those endraring
young charms; after which, MI; John SAVAGE
read poem which concluded with the following
| verses:
Humanity be..e. the poets
| For sweet. subtle blessings received;
That poet like Moore has hNsA
when love and integrity blending
| VIII be cireled the name of Tom Moore.
| while the fame OF the hero and martyr
| whl live. freedoms rights In insure. ,,
| In the words ami devotion OF Moore
Hence. proudly. with his exiled kindred here.
Bsneath no , monsTeh mar ana , 15o's , $ ne ss,e %
| OF freedoms hope. the true. the bold. the brave.
Then followed Mr.. oNeiil Russell's recitation
| In the Irish tongue OF On, where's the slave
| SO lowly." and then proceedings were brought
| to a close by the full chorus and orchestra per
forming Sound the loud timbre DER Egypt's
The unwilling Of the bronze bust Of Thomas
Moore. erected by the 81. Patrck's Society OF
Brooklyn. attracted thousands to Prospect Park
yesterday afternoon. The bust resting on q
pedestal near the shelter cottage ana the pedes
triHn concourse. close To ths lake. was Vcilrd ub
the Stars and Stripes and the green tlhg OF Erin
at the opening of the exercises. There were
seats for several thousand persons about IT,
Mr.. Thomas Kinsea the Pres dent Of the So
clety. presided. and with him on the stand were
Mayor Howell Purk Commissioner Stranuhan
Comptroller Stenmetz and other on "as. The
widow a Thomas Francis Meagher and the
widow OF John Mitchel were among the ltdir.
on the platform. Conterno's Band furnished
the music Of the melodies, and jules L.yy, daz
zling with ue,lals, played " Kathleen Mavour
neen " and The Last Rose Of summer The
Friendship Quartet, Messrs. y. Doyle +. Mac
Auliffe, II. Kennedy and W; Young; sung The
Harp that Once Through Taras Halls" Mr.
Thomas hinsella made the presentation speech
The sculptor. Mr.. John Druddy. then drew
string that pulled apart the flags covering The
bust, and as they fell 10 the ground the sun
light streamed down upon the bright Celtic face
OF the poet, beaming with humor and lntellec
is said To ba a faithful likeness based upon
blending OF the portraits OF Moore by Macs'
and Sir Thomas Lawrence. From the astraga
mould around the pedestal drops polished
granite tablet containing the single wore
Moore" Beneath this, resting upon th,
| mouldings. is a bronze device which contains IL
n harmonious cluster the ancient harp. draped
a rising sun. spray OF laurel and palm, sew
eral books. an inkstand ana pen, ana laml
with n burning flame resting against a roll o
manuscript partly unfolded SO as to disclose
the following lines:
| Though glory be gone and though hope fade away
| Thy name, loved Enn, shall live In his song.
On the base OF the monument is the following
Erected by the 81 Patrick Society OF the city Of Brook
Nn 70 commemorate The centennial niVersary ni IN
Kay % is7o '' ''''''' ''' Wv ''''
Mr.. j. s. T. Stranahan. President OF the Parl
Commission, arcrrpted the bust In an address
Mr. Andrew Mclean read an original ode
which was enth astically received The ora
tor OF the day, MIR. Charles W. Brooke in
graceful speech des rlbed Thomas Moore'5 in
huence upon the times in which he lived.
pot pourri OF Irish and American airs close
the programme. In the evening there was
dinner given by the ST. Patrick's Society in tn
Mansion House.
In Newark the celebration was in the Oper
House. Geo. b. Jenkuson. the President of tn
Moore Centenary Association made an address
some OF Moore's melodies were sung and al
ode by Denis Florence MacCarthy was read.
COUNTING ELECTORAL IOTES.