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

BY special dis?enSatlon. met TO celebrate
Which is sacred to the Irish race in
heaven as on earth
AnG relax assiduous piety in tuneful irish
n,irth.
Long the bards had been arranging to
hold a grand Fels Cecil.
WHICH would wake celestial echoes ana
delight each heavenly soul
With Erin's classic music and sweet,
transcendant song
Not yet lost to those departed from
earthly scenes so long.
rhe committee on arrangements, ever
Comprised such souls as Oisin. Thomas
Davis. Brian Boru
O'Carolan and Talbot, Lord Edward ana
lyons. Hempson Katharine Hayes, who
sang sweet and pure.
No mortal Ger conceived a scene so elab-
crate and grand
AS that erected FOR the Feis by this de-
voted band.
TIL four provinces of Erin, her plains
and mountains. too,
With SURPRISING splendor reproduced IN
panoramic view.
';nthroned upon a flcecy cloud. irradiant
and bright.
Sat the venerable Patrick with st. Bridget
On his left the Lion of the Fold" the
faithful John McHale.
While around them stood the hierarchy.
the brightest OF the Gael.
'he committee had arranged to place ST.
Patrick in full view
Of the countless multitude OF souls VINO
on earth were ever true
To his teachings; SO with accurate and
able scenic skill
Ills throne was situated just above old
Tara's Hill.
In amphitheatral order was the multitude
And each soul occupied the spot from
whence in death it strayed;
In the center was the spacious stage, To-
Gated near Athlone,
While on the whole Il heavenly light IN
rich retulgence shone.
A silence deep and reverent o'erspread
that mighty band,
AS it saw st. Patrick stand erect. his
crczicf IN his hand,
With sublime appreciation of the homage
offered there,
then resumed his chair.
Pat Gilmore was selected by unanimous
desire
To conduct the music of the Feis and
guide the tuneful choir,
a task which found him fitted by his con-
And an honor we'll deserved by such a
champion of the race.
initial part appears;
It had not been enacted within eight
hundred years
Since the halcyon days of Brians court.
when harperS were in sway,
And wore gold circcts on their brows
and robes of coofs gay.
An ancient band of harpers was led upon
the stage,
IN quantity gorgeous costumes only known
in history's page;
With heads erect. their features ShOne
with intellectual light
Their demeanor fun suggestive of their
old-tmc Eardic might.
As Gilmore gave the signal their halps.
with sweet accord.
Rang out upon the heavenly air in pleas
ing, tuneful Chord
Their voices pitched in perfect key, first
low, then rising higher,
Perfected by long service in the great
ethereal choir.
rhcir songs, in purest Gaelic, told of an
cient Erin when
Twas the land of sanity scholars and Of
most gifted men:
When twas Europe's seat of learning
from which Patrick's light went
forth
TO cmblaze the pagan darkness which
prevailed throughout the North.
They sang the caoine, which oft has been
compared to the Lament
OF David over Jonathan" with bitter an
guish rent:
They sang of Erins holy men, her poets
and her bardS;
They sang il praise of Erins faith, which
! Patrick ever guards.
.fhe harpers now retired amid the plaud-
| its loud and long.
And Gilmore in stcntorian tones an
| nounced thed have song
| from that gifted Irish nightingale. adept
| in Irish lays.
The matchless queen of melody, the peer
less Katharine Hayes.
A vision of sweet loneliness and pure an
| EeNC grace,
Rich golden hair encrcling her classic
Irish face.
! AS she stood, Il picture. waiting there the
| welcome to subside.
| The beloved of that great multitude, its
heroine, its pride
| Her voice, superlatively sweet, her hear
| crs did enthrall:
Her tender cadence We're heard from
Kinsale to Donegal
She sang Believe Me-" "Paustheer
Fionn." The Last Rose" ant
"Shulc Agra"
| Which stirred her hearers to a grand
spontaneous hurrah.
And now appeared, with harp in hand,
venerable man,
With honry locks his sight restored
twas GEcat O'Carolan,
Che widest known and best beloved o
AZ tiIt llli>titl Uullu,
Which wrought that priceless treasure
the music of our land.
He struck his harp. the empyrean wa
filled with sweetest strains,
That VIII live while Ger Il Vestige of on
Celtic muse leuainS;
AS his fingers deity touched the string
/, his face with pleasure shoue.
Recalling pleasant memories of the tri
umpns he had won.
That GEM of initiative melndy .O'C-s~o
lanS Farewell"
He rendered with a pathos which II
harper could excel.
=. + AS, also. his "CoOcerto'' and Receipt 70
nt.in ca