Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-02-05

There N an old qu0tnln among the
| Irish pc0sontry, he origin of which. for
the spirit of usistyc prophecy lt COM
| toine might fairly br attributed 10 the
| proyideut genius of one of the characters
to which h reads;
While Ireland is our ireland
N0ul have foroycrmwe
The hououph aud the corrug
Beside the cabin door
Tho bocouch was the wandering min
Ftrrl and story-tollrr of ireland lie had
Keen scent Cor every spot whore goninlity
and generosity hourishcd: but poverty.
oppression and sorrow have long ago
withdrawn the scant cheer that once
gave him place
The bocough IN gone. But the other
one, the corrag. who requires mo- rnimcnt,
food or housing, remains within the
shadow Of the Irish cabin door
Throughout COnunmura, mud particu-
lnry In former tramp down from the
BnlliudoOn district 20 Cloghmoro and
the sea. ! saw one Of these silent, dried
up old fellows troubling In the wind by
the door of every Int on cabin passed.
ia my fancy each one took ON n soper-
ate individuality and seeming. This one
stood there defiant. as If reppllnnt Of
your approach. Tint one had snucy
air az II to infinite That fine, right"
hlHclthorn WIS cOurenlcd about his per-
son. Another seemed dccropit aud weary
from silent vigil ONT there Voc the bitter
mountain wind Another was bent and
lcnuing ns though IL could stand there no
louger. Another seemed 90 boc0n The
pa-ser ~ enter, or 30 hint with weary
gesture that You keep upon your way
And many very many stood bowed and
sndlv attentive as ~ listening ~ reyorenf
s0lemnity 10 endless tales of want aud
woe That come in HOPELESS tones from The
hnlt-Wnrved souls within
The corrng r. but tan bundle Of
limbs or Olsrrs set before the door tD
break the hurt Of the savage mountain
blasts. "thc Onld man of the branches
the peasant call Il: but one sometimes
feels thHi ihg ingenRto tyuihed pro-
tpctOr Of the Irish cabin was the only
object in nlia" Of human That ever got
thus near the man neglected Gud-fOr-
aken pcnsantry Of this mtifully con.
ditoued land.
To my mind n scene IN early morning
on Grand cnnll IN Venice. Is far more in.
tercHiug than one IN The early evening
when the faded arst0crAcY Of the city
are moving about with apparent lgtlcss-
ness 10 their private black g0ndolas, deco
rated with their owners c0ats-Of-nTng
propelled by private gondoliers IN ridi-
'NNNH NNhfINifHr ~ NN IANNlAh VI NifN NUN ANIlNi
iu general ~ wholly AMI Extensively d
show object 10 opeD-mOuibed strangers
lu the very curly morning while the
gray s yet upon The wnter. and the
gurgling Of The tides NJ Ike the chucklmg
Of night imps Ia the dark retreats Of
the lowest arches and angles. then Il n
that the oldest and most fascinating
professions pass and rpnss away down
there Ia the shadows beneath your win
dow
scores Of little, long burgess loaded
with vegetables from the fat, outlying
islands are on their way 10 the market
az the RialtO. The sails nrc red. with
blue tips aud yellow center pieces, aud
most grOtesque figures OF MadOnuas are
painted somewhere on their gaudlly-
colOred storms. These bargea are pro
PEELED by poles IN The hands Of men ia
purple. pink, blue and orange garments.
and very often a bareheaded peasant
woman rs piled In with the vegetables.
Here and there a Handnlo, a lighter and
more graceful bark than the gondola.
darts BY II y rOwed hy two men. with
iassled caps Ike the Biscayan fishermen.
a halt dozen goats ARE lied head aud TAN