The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1899-05-27
Mel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita,
etc.,

Mel mezzo del cammin di nostra Vita
ETC.,
Then he exclaimed is not that beauti-
full? But Dante is so difficult can
make no hand of it without translator
by me- He urges me to read Burton's
Anatomy Of Melancholy.':. We are
likely to have long passage. But had
we come back by the crack boat from
New York we would have lost the last
few days about Boston and would not
have made acquaintance with Father c"
Ninth Day. Our conversations with
Father c. continue. He is brimful OF
stories, anecdotes, and relations. He
talked OF his early days. His father,
born in 1860, was the first Catholic
permitted to open shop in the main
street of Clonmel without payment OF
intrusion money Lord Edward Fitz-
gerald stopped at their house upon one
OF his visits to the South. In 1898 naught
but Mrs. Cuddihy's presence OF mind
saved his fathers life. Their house was
being searched by soldiers. AS they
were rummagng trunk she caught
sight OF a letter of Lord Edwards. She
let the lid fall as if by accident. This
extinguished the candle, and before it
was relighted she managed to snatch
and conceal the letter. Yet his father
was imprisoned year on suspicion, and
his business was for the time ruined.
He hummed an old Irish song, 'Paistccn
Fionn,' which he tells me to learn. Our
tastes on many subjects are wonderfully
alike, and endless topics for conversa-
ton come up.... Burke was profound
thinker and great nlan-and OF the
Irish Catholic blood!. -. The Italians
have taken the place OF the Irish laborers
in the United States. The Irish, in spite
OF the curse OF drink, have gone up
| higher-just as American girls are now
going to clerk-work and typc-writing
and leaving schoo-tcaching, as too
onerous, to the Irish girls. The Italian
emigrants are a nice, quiet set OF people
He spoke of some book. Father w.,
fellow passenger: When we go back
| must get a loan OF it from you Fa-
tker c.: No, you won't. Some scoun-
drcl borrowed a valuable book
lately from me and stole it,
1t was a Latin book three
hundred years old, and l used to find
matter for sermons in it, As we
spoke OF the bad weather his face lighted
up and he asked, DO you know that
beautiful poem OF Mrs Heman's, "The
Summer will come, will come, will
?"-but,' and he lowered his voice,
shall we come with it?' AS we grow
old and stand on the verge of really old
age, which we may be fatcd never to
tread, we doubtless become more and
more interested in bright elders such as
Father Cuddihy."
Caroline Terrace, Cork, Next Day
"At 7 last evening we sighted Cape
Clear. The sun went down. 1t was a
fresh, delightful moonlight. We sat with
Father c. in the deck cabin TO enjoy a
last conversation. We talked of Ireland,
and he quoted the words of an Italian
concerning his own country as applica-
bic, y era tn men bella piu forte
Then the view OF the coast led to his
bringing up The Isles OF Greece and
those other lines OF Byron, Know ye the
land where the cypress and myrtle?
1t is said that Byron stole those
from Goethe's 'Knowest thou the land?
One OF us repeated the opening lines OF
'kennst du das land?' And he went on: ::
That is another fine German poem,
"Was ist des Deutschcn Vaterland?"'
and he went over the thoughts suggested
by it. 1t was lingeringly we broke up,
just as by rockets we were signalling to
the Telegraph Station"
Here, says Mr.. Webb, end the notes
concerning Father Cuddihy in my diary.
Doubtless many fuller notices have ap-
peared; but this one may here be suf-
ficient.