The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1892-02-06

! MlCCheI6 r1SlDlo organs; tne Joko Adu
need be genuine and quick that reused
his laugh, and when he did laugh, what
laugh it was Rather might it have
been termed savage but more enjoy
able chuckle than any conventional form
of guffaw, laugh all to himself, after
the fashion of the Red Indians. When
he frowned under the penthouse of his
brows, there was an awful brooding
electric force. One could divine that it
would soon leap from cloud blackness to
burning, activity in his charged and
murky mood of passion.
s'THE STYLE is THE MAN."
am shy to essay observations, least
of all critical observations, on Mitchel's
literary style--it would be the merest
impertinence on my part-and, besides,
the best way TO frame an opinion on a
great writer is not to take it cut and dry
from self-appointed connoisseurs, who
may be incompetent or envious, but to
search it out in his volumes. There aSe
tea-tasters and wine tasters; but it should
not be forgotten there are such things as
prelates-and they vary. On some the
most aromatic flavor would be lost.
Like the dlssipated car-driver, they relish
only the whiskey that clutches them by
the throat as it goes down and fierily as
serts itself. In studying Mitchell at the
fountain head, the result will we'll repay
the trouble. TO my Judgment, he was
the greatest Irish master Of style that
ever penned sentence-lucent as LuciA
fer, the morning star: incisive as aqua
fortis; strong and crushing as a steam
roller; trenchant as Carlyle, without his
pIaguy affectation of double barreled
TeutonesQue neologisms; glowing as
Macaulay, without his, in the end, mere
tricious monotony of gaud-treacle in
thick layers, fireworks where every arti-
fee is an elaborated Catherine wheel;
plain and direct as Cobbett, minus the
vu2garity; poet not needing the aid nor
tied by the trammels of verse; painter
who could create effects as striking and
permanent with his pen and ink as others
with brushes multiplied and a whole
chrouatic compost OF pigments, top
dressed by costliest copal. A young
Irish-AustraIian, Deniney, who was called
to the other world before he had time to
achieve the reputation he was equal to
in this, understood Mitchell, and he CON-
pared the denunciations of Junius to his
as lemonade, and inferior lemonade too,
to arrack; the thunder Of the Times to
his as weak rum and water to Russian
quass,
THE KEY TO HIS CHARACTER.
He was very conscientious in compost
tion. Before he wrote on any subject,
even those of such an ephemeral class as
formed the material of a bi-weekly cor
respondence for New York journal, he
looked at it from every side, thought it
out, consulted authorities at the Impe-
rial library and elsewhere, and then sat
down and invested it with an originality
and subtlety lin the better sense) all
his own. He had a holy horror OF the
facile. stereotyped newspaper press. He
was no boulevardic chronicler, no snap
per-up of unconsidered trihes. To him
presswork of the Thibet praying-machine
order, rolled out in unending, unvarying
tape, must have been utter drudgery.
It was putting mettled steed to tug at
the weary round of q milI-wheel. But it
had to be done for bread, and thus the
talents were spent, almost frittered, on
the topics of an hour. which might and
should have been busy making precious
and enduring additions to literature.
Politics ravished him from the fond
beckonings of the Pierides. The gain to
Irish politics of Mitchers association
with it is in the example Of an uncom-
promising love of country and fierce
sincerity; but on the other hand the loss
to Irish literature, because of it, is incal-
culable. Still some of his books remain
as lasting and most solid testimonies to
his genius, such as ''The Last Conquest
OF Ireland (Perhaps)," 1.-THE Jail Jour
nal,'' and the peerless monograph on
Mangan His continuation of the Abbe
Macgeoghegan's "History OF Ireland +
too, is ..magnumopus,' clear, yigorious,
true, and compendious without being
Eskimping.
huntington (who has been scooped by
the races, Tilted by his best girl, and left
out OF his uncle's will all in one day
There is at least one soft resting place
for methe river. l...5 81
Officer Kerrigan Oi wouldn't go il On
that side o tn dock, young Teller. It's
Jam ffnn u Haveratraw brick scows.