The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1906-04-14
suppress the stuff. The voice would be

stif1ed.
Let us now consider langan's
poetry. On this subject l can almost
talk personally, for it seems to me that
writer's of verse were very poorly paid
in those days. D. ]. O'Donoghue, 1,
very competent authority, in his admir-
able Life of Mangan," says to the ef-
fest that McGlashan, Il canny Scot,
who ran the Dublin University Maya
zine, paid Mangan about is Cd when
the rates We're something around five
present time are n trit'e better Oft
know q few of them who can turn out
reams of matter on the slightest prov
ocation-and somehow make it pay.
Mr.. T. NJ Healy, member for Ugan-
da, and incidentally for Louth about
three years ago, referred in the Brit
back of Dark Ros;leen.' The menu
bers raised their eye glasses. and said:
"Ha, ha! \ new joke, don't you know!
Just like Healy"
About two weeks later the London
Times discovered the secret. and with
it's customary density. said: We are
Informed that Mr. Healy's speech on
Dark Rosalcen' referred to some allie
gorical poem by Thomas Davis. We
-
is a pretty sample of British Journals
ism.
Dark Rosalccn" is Il symphony in
rainbows, one of the most haunting
poems ever written in the English lam
suage. Then there is the Lament for
the Princes OF Tyrone and Tyrconnell,"
commencing, 30! woman of the pierre
ing wall" one of the finest Irish melo-
dies eXtant. 1t is from the Gaelic of
MacWard, and reviews in passionate
strains the Flight of the Earls' and
their death and burial in Rome. There
is Il delightful vein of symbOlistic slr-
-.asm in the Woman of Three Cows"
which certainly refers to England but
ManganS symbolism is sane-not
like the present followers of the deca-
dent school. "A Vision of Connaught
in the Thirteenth Century, Il weird,
gloomy production. is decidedly Man.
ganesIue. st. Patrck's Hymn Before
Tara" O'Husscy's lode to the Ma
s,uire." are both masterpieces of poetic
art. And yet ManSan didn't know Il
word of Gaelic John O'Daly. Eugene
O'Cary ana DR.. Pctrc supplied him
with TRANSACTIONS.
Besides the admirable work of John
Mitchell. there are also volumes of
Miss Louise Inogen Quincy and d. j.
ODonoghue--both trclesS workers in
the cause of Irish literature. There is
also an essay by the late Lionel John
son which will stand among the clas-
sizes. In it he says. among other
things: But not Il faint shadow of
MnhappinesS dims the radiance of his
Dark Rosalccn.' its adoring flashing
laughing rapture of patriotic passion
1t is among the great lyrics of tho
world, one of the fairest and tiercest
in its perfection of imagery and
rhythm; it is chivalry of IL nations
faith struck on II sudden int" the inn
mortality of music"
When AIangan made spectral voy-
ages on the nlounlit seas of German
mysticism he discovered for use the
choicest gems of rcuton song. Schiller's
Diver" and Lay of the Bell were
rendered by him with remarkable lidcl-
ity. Goethe thland, Kernrr, Ludwig.
Teck Rueckert. Won Lcdlitz are only
a. few of the others he translated and
incidentally improved upon.
And when his imagination took him
to the Orient we are indebted to him
for such exquisite gems as The Time
and "kar,man." In reference to the
last named poem. may state that
some years ago | met james Ryder
Randall, author of that Noble Southern
classic. My Maryland" at the home
of Prof Nicholas Crouch. the author
Of kathleen Mavournccn. in Hnlti-
more. | asked Mr.. Randall how lie
happened to write the famous lyric
and he said: II WAS professor Of IL col
lege in New Orleans in 1862, the year
came to New orleans was reading
John Mitchcrs edition Of Mangan ana
had got as far as 'K;raman.' Then
the thought struck me- and Mary
land was the result"
1t has been !, cause Of literary dis
cusSion for many years as to whether
Manyan should not supcrcc,lc Moore as
the national poet nf ireland. Let it not
be forgotten that Moore has done mag
niicent work. was u master Of styl,
and technique. as an English lyric
singer he did not have an equal, hu!
as Haslett said. he had the misfortune
of tuning the Irish harp into Il hant
organ. No one will deny the uuain
SOrrowful sweetness of Loves Youn.
Dream" the exquisite wichcry Of OF
in the Silly Night" rs we'll as sucl
masterpieces of lyric verse as Oh