The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-09-01
A Number of Writers Who Are
Winning Literary Fame in
England.
TALENT THAT is RECOGNIZED
Their Versatility Displayed in All
of the Leading London
Papers.

CelSlc twilight; Men, women, dnOuls
and Fairies" has the poetic impress.
Modern ireland, says Maurice Francis
Egan, has group of exquisite poets,
among whom Mr.. Yeats and Katharine
lyman MRS. Hankenson), are the best
known on this side OF the Atlantic. There
are others, among them Mr.. William P.
Coyne, who has been too long silent, that
owe much to the constant encourage
ment of Father Mathew Russell. The
daily press Of London is manned by
brilliant Irishmen who cannot keep their
poetry out of their prose. For instance,
some of the best leaders written to-day
are those in the Speaker by Mr.. William
P, Gill, formerly editor of tbs Catholic
World, and YET no one,-even when the
subject is intensel " Edglish, could
doubt that they were written by Celt;-
the fire, the hight and shade sre poetical-
ly Celtic.
The talents of Mr.. Yeats and Misc
lyman have been recognized in England;
otherwise they would not at present be
in position to reach the large and ad
miring audiences they have The Irish
at home, unfortunately, do not buy Irish
books, and the prophet living in ireland
who publishes book is we'll content if
his countrymen borrow it. And this is 9
compliment they pay mostly to their
compatriots who have won an English
reputation. e
Mr.. Yeats, however, has won his place,
though it is to be remarked that this
place is more often in the Scottish Ma
tional Observer than in any publication
of his own country. ''The Celtic Twi-
light" macmillan 6 Co., is a gem full
of the subdued Celtic & ow,-a moon
stone with the silver of the moon, shining
and disappearing in it. Mr.. Yeats does
not pose as critic of the pathetic folk
| lore of the Irish peasants. He doee not
thrust his tongue into his cheek or wink,
after the manner of the late William
Carleton; he is aympathetically respect
full and he even has matter-of-fact sim
plicity which is an agreeable relief from
the superior person.
| Mr.. Yeats shows how full of poetry the
Celtic folklore is. Here We find the key
to Mangan's mood when he wrote "Dark
Rosaleen" and it is born upon us that
the fine st poets of Ireland are inarticu-
late, and like it's best blood, found among
the people,. The priests-Mr. Yeats
thanks heaven for lido net hate the
fairies with Puritan ferceness; they have
even found them kind of hypothetical
explanation for them, which, however, is
not to be taken de fide. The Irish
spirits, even in the dhames are n t t"dark;; ;"
they are frolicsome, or sad as with a
longing for the lost Paradise; the lep
| rechaun is jolly and sensible, and any
body that has ever known banshee will
testify that, though her wall is melan-
oholy, her Intentions are honorable. Mr..
Donogue; let Mr. Yeats tell the
story his own way:
"A short while ago, they say, two fai-
ries, little creatures, one like man and
one like young woman, came to farm
er's house, and spent the night sweep.
ing the hearth and setting all tidy. The
next night they came again, and while
the farmer wac away, brought all the
furniture up stairs into one room. and
having arranged it around the room for
the greater grandeur, it seems, they be-
gan to dance. They danced on and on
and days and days went by, and all the
country side came to look at them, but
still their feet never tired. The farmer
did not dare to live at home the while;
and after three months he made up his
mind to stand it no more, and went and
told them that the priest was coming.
The little creatures when they heard
this went back to their own country, and
there their JOY shall last as long as the
rushes are brown, and that is until God
shall burn up the earth with kiss.
The priest shakes his head when the
peasants OF the Rosses and Drumcliff,
blessed by the great st. Columbkille,
| tell Of the White Lady. She passed 9
man and her dress touched him. "He
I fell down and was dead three days" J"
Who can disbelieve the story Of the three
IO'Byrnes and the lost treasure. The
third q 'Byrne is probably still alive near
SLEEVE League. The third OBxrne be
ilieyes that he will some dry find the gold