The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-06-03

ton at the tyranny under which his
countrymen were groaning. Between
1889 and 1916 appeared his History OF
Ireland" Regarding this performance,
which was Moore's last work, one of his
biographers said:
Moore attempted to write history
OF Ireland. He was as untitled by nature
and habits for the black-letter plodding
OF historian as he was for the drudgery
of lawyer; both walks are almost the
opposite those which he loved to
tread. He visited ireland with the in
tention to study some ancient Irish man
uscripts in the Royal Academy There
.he met, in the midst OF the ancient
books, O'Curry, the distinguished Irish
scholar. Moore, without making
himself known, surveyed O'Curry-
looked into the books and manuscripts.
He remarked: The men who wrote
those books were no FOOLS O'Curry ex-
planned their nature Moore shook his
head and replied: I never should have
attempted to write the history OF Ire
land And so Moore, from that day,
dropped writing Irish history, and so his
attempt is an unfinished fragment"
In 1841 Moore collected and published
his "Poetical Works" in ten volumes.
His latter days were elnbittered by the
death OF the last OF his children. In his
own diary, edited by Lord John Rus
sell, we find this entry, March, 1886:
"The last of my five children is gone,
and we are left desolate and alone, not
single relative have 1 in this world" His
father died in 1926; his mother, in 1852;
his sister Nell, in 1886; his son Tom died
in Algiers, an officer in the French serv-
ice, in 1916; his second son, Russell, in
1912, on returning from India, lieu-
tenant in the British army; his three
daughters died young in Brompton,
London. Mrs. Moore survived her hus-
band some years, and was paid the re-
duced pension of one hundred pounds
year by the government, and she also
had the interest OF three thousand
pounds, the sum paid by the Longmans
for the Memoirs and Journal of the
poet, edited by Lord Russell.
His spirit ebbed slowly away. Two
years and two months Thomas Moore
may be said to have lain on his death
bed, dying all that weary time, his mind
almost obliterated, reservations to rea-
son being only occasional. His disease
was softening of the brain-the very
thing which brought down O'Connell
twenty years before what his robust
frame would promise him of active life.
Sometimes he recognized his wife Bessy.
Seldom did he remember any of his
own sweet melodies. His loving wife
never for an hour throughout his illness
left his chamber He died on Feb. e.,
1852. His last words were Lean upon
God, Bessy; God is love, God is Lowell"
At the good round age OF 70 years
Thomas Moore's spirit quilted its mortal
case, and winged its way to spheres
which, beyond most of the lay writers
of his age, he seemed to comprehend
with provision that appears in numer-
Gus parts of his writings
Let it be inscribed on his tomb" says
MIR. S. C. Hall, chat ever, amid priva-
tions and temptations, the allurements of
grandeur and the suggestions of poverty,
he preserved his seli-rcspect, bequeath-
ing no property but leaving no debts;
having had no testimonial OF acknowl-
edgment or reward, seeking none, nay,
avoiding any. Making millions his debt
ors for intense delight, never trucking
to power-proud, and rightly proud of
his self-attained position; but neither
scorning nor sighting the humble root
from which he sprang-a good son, a
good husband, a good father, good
lrishn1an, peace be. to his spirit in the
spheres of heavenw