Morning journal and courier., 1883-10-24

fields through all the moods of a coqustttsh sea-misted climate, in hours of sunshine, in hours Of pelting rain, in days of insidious neuralgia fog His rent was so high that he just made ends meet If hs had let the soil go to waste and put in bank the money he expended in it's improvement, he would have been saRacious man. For when the 'bed years, 1877, '78 and '79, came in cruel suc- cession, he could not obtain for his lessened crops enough money to pay his rent. Then the Irizh landlord announced to the stunned tenant that the farm had risen in marketable value In consequence of his improvements !; that his rent would thereafter be very much higher, and that if he did not pay he would be thrown of the farm, out of the house, with wife and babes, rocfess, penniless, on the highway.
 made dear by the labor of his hands, the sweat of his brow, and the occupancy of his children-could he part with 1t and go out, like g banished malefactor? But out he went. The power of the British empire, upon which the sun never goes down, was summoned from the barracks around Bantry Bay bailiffs, constahl $, crowbars and guns Overawed trembling Mick McGrath, and out he went
 McGrath could not gee his wife and babes lie down to sleep on the ditches with the crows for nightly visitors to their stony pill lows and, with noble sense of just proprie- torship in the house his hands and labor had built, twice he took them back, tore off the sjectment papers, shiyered the bolts and thrust Eis family again under the shelter of their own rooftree Twice again came the majesty Of the British empire in Ireland and thrust them out. It required some bravery for pleasant and industrious man to defy, sinele-handed, without as much as gun, the army and navy of Her Majesty. But the army and navy of Her Majesty routed Mick McGrath and his wife and little ones, and, with their home behind them, empty, and with the work-house before them full, they went out at last.
 But no work-house would suit McGrath even though he were homeless. He had heard of their horrors and would have none of them. He went down into the ripp1ing bay, where he had boat in which many a Sunday he had piled the oars or trimmed the tannin- stained sail He set it's bottom firmly up against ditch on Q high, green knoll; he brought rushes and matched it he cut b0ughs and interlaced them for front; he made wicket door {; he cut little opening for chimney hole; he covered the floor with nly-stems and ferns, and that boat, for more than two years, has been the home of Michael McGrath and his wife and four chil- dren. He divided it decently into two rooms, and, with landscape, one of the most love- ly on earth to look out upon, with the fish tn the bay to oatoh for food and to sell, with incomprehensible ingenuity, the family there have lived, breaking ro law, keeping on kind ly terms with every one.
 But fortnight ago brave Mick MoGrath fell ill. To-day he is dead, of typhoid fever, the dispenssry doctor said. Of course it was famine fever. The man who raised 50 many crops to feed others died at last of the sf- fects of prolonged want. s5
 The MozoIogae of Death. Mis calI me not Men have n1iscsled ma much Have given harsh names and hassher thoughts to me, Resiled and eviiy treated me,
 Built me strange temples as an unknown Ged; Then called me idol, devil, uncIeAn thing, And to rude tnsu1s bowed my godhead down. Miscall me not for men have masred my form. And in the earth-born grossnese of their thought Thsn fear to look on that themselves have made Miscall me not ye know not what am, But ye shall see me face to face, and know. I take all sorrows from the sorrowful And teach the joyful what it is to joy; gather in my land-locked harbor's clasp The shattered vesasls of 6 vexed world And even the tiniest ripple upon Life
 When osher leechcraft fails the breakikg brain, I. only, owa the aaodyno to still
 It's eddtss into vtsionless reposs. The face, distorted with lifes latest pADg smooth. in passing, with an aRgel-wing; Ard from beneath the quiet eyejids steal The hidden glory of the eyss to give
 Belle mo not the plaques that walk the earth, The wasting pain, ths sudden agoDy,
 Famine an war, and pestilence, and all The terrors that have darkened round ny name Yex while taSry. Yanish when1 comes at 1nstantIy mett1nG into perftct Eeacs. As at his word, whose master spirit aa1, The troubled waters slept on Galilee.
 When withdraw the veil that hides my face. So melt I, with look, the iron bends
 Of the souls gaoier, hard Mortality.
 Gently-ao gently-nke 8 tired child,
 Will unfold thee but thou cSnst Lot look Upon my face, and stay. In the busy haunts Of human life in the temple and the street. And when the blood ruEs fullest in ths veins Unseen, undreaned of, am often by,
 Divided from the giant in his strength But by the thickness of this missy veil. Tsnder am, not cruel when take
 The shape nncst hard to human eyes, and pluck The little baby blr Esom yet 1blown,
 'Iis but to graft 1t 6 kiudlier stem,
 And leaping OCT the perilouz years of g'owth, Uuswept of sorrow, and unscashed of wrong, Clothe it at once with rich maturity.
 Tis thas give soul to memory
 For ro1nd the folEes of the bad throw
 Ths mantle of a kind forgstfulness:
 While, canonized in dear Ioves calendar, I sanctify the good forevermore.
 AIisoal1 ms not nay generous fulluesu lendS Home to the onnelegs to the friendlesI, fRi.nds To the starved babe, the mothers tender breast; Wealth to ths poor, and to the restless-rest.
 HERMAN c, MERIvALR,