Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1905-03-16

3 IN HONOR OF ST. PATRICK 8


He played the grand old melodies in pur-
est irish strain.
AS he knew them here on earth, before
the harmonizing' stain
Dlstsured Celtic melody beyond remedy
A fact deplored. regretted by the poet.
Thomas Moore.
Next appeared before the multitude. a
harp clasped to his breast.
An ancient bard in brilliant, and his
80. toric costume dressed.
twas Lyons, famous in his day. but
never heard of more.
Except among the annals Of the Irish
music lore.
He it was who sought to cherish that
~, superior, Irish air
The Coulin.' with his gentle art to va
rate, not impair.
He played that gem of melody which
Haydn praised and sang,
And as he closed the plaudits loud
throughout the heavens rang.
Now Gilmore spoke. he promised that
great multitude a treat
That would rouse enthusiasm and would
ag1tate their feet.
He introduced two pipers all ready for
their work.
Pat Comedy from old Galway, and Gand-
sey from Cork.
Their harmony was perfect. by strict re-
hearsal gained.
Their brilliant execution learned on earth
was still maintained,
AS they played 1.-THE Woman Of the
!.6,a a,. Butchers ;, March" and
II Wish Never Saw You" and The
Reel Of Tyrell's Pass"
That audience vast was happy, it's pleas.
ures multiplied.
Its conduct not unseemly for occasion
justified
relaxation of the rules; from spiritual
sway,
To do honor to st. Patrick in the good
old Irish way.
AS the old familiar dance tunes fell upon
the Celtic ear.
The multitude responded with sympa
thetic cheer
The COrl: souls shouted Gandsey was a
piper uneXcelled,
And the Galway souls. undaunted, for Pat
Comedy yelled.
The pipers now retired and a harper took
their place.
Twas Hempson. thought by many TIE
last one Of his race;
This gifted bard and harper who from
Derry County halls,
Still retains his unique method of playing
with his nails.
Naught like his clean staccato was ever
heard on EARTH
Since he died, centenarian. of his kind
there's been a dearth
But his memory will be ever green his
talents recognized,
Although the strains he loved SO well are
now so little priced.
With honors from the multitude Dennis
HempSon now withdrew,
And Gilmore called Il hundred souls all
players. tried and true,
Who had toiled with him when in the
flesh to build up that great band
Which made Pat Gilmore's honored name
renowned in every land
When these faithful souls had been align.
ed and We're ready to begin
Gilmore circed. his baton. and the ole
familiar ring
OF "St. Patrick's Day was thunderet
forth and received with great ac.
claim.
The saint himself was seen to smile il
approval of the same.
They next played "Garryowen" and SUI
perb 20 Donnell Aboo."
The good old Wearing, Of the Green
and 1.-THE March of Brian Bo1u.",
And as a fitting climax to their brillian
repertoire.
They played that soothing melody" Mol,
BaWn Ashore
| Now Gilmore gave the order and hi
/ faithful band withdrew,
| And presently the shade of DR.. Petri
| came in view,
| The doctor came to speak a word for tn
| cause in which he gave
| The best years of his life the Irish mel
| Odies to save.
! He told that eager multitude of the move
| ment now on earth
| Which has revived our music in tn
| cradle of its birth
| And rescued from oblivion those sweet
| exquisite strains
!, That once resounded through the hall
| of Erin's ancient fanes.
He told of the unselfish men who fror
patriotic choice
| Were engaged in emulation of himself G
| Bunting, Joyce,
| How their labOrS are rewarded by tn
re-awakened love
| Manifested by the race on earth and i
| heaven there above.
| He eXtolled the names of Douglas Hyde
Yeats and st. Clair Boyd.
| Frank ONeill and Castletown, and Phai
who have enjoyed
| The fame of being leaders in the fgt
which he began,
| For the restoration OF the song and mt
| sic of our land.
The programme finished, Gilmore calle
in accents clear and fine
For the martyred souls or Allen, Lark
and O'Brien
TO lead the national anthem, and a hur
dred thousand score
| OF souls sang God Save Ireland as tWa
' never sung before.
| The FEELS was closed. the bards wei
| pleased the saint himself confesse
| 1t was the happieSt day he ever Spel
| among the blessed,
And the multitude of faithful souls d'
termined there to pay
| The same sweet, tuneful homage on eat
ST. Patrick's day.
| e. D,tr;cL,e \MOpdrols Faith