The Irish standard., 1907-03-16
A Place Not Only Of Political Memories,
Sad and Stirring, But Of Soft and
Tender Natural Beauty.
Brief Mention of Some of Those Whose
Remains Repose in This Resting
Spot of the Immortals.

votion inspired in the girl by his aims,
as we'll as by his endearing qualities,
that torture and Imprisonment could
not wiring from her any evidence
against him. In later life she was 4
common washerwoman; and, as her
epitaph also tells, ''lived in obscurity
and poverty and so died." aged seventy.
in 1851
What dreadful, morbid place, as n
rule. is a city graveyard! Death is. in
deed, robed in terrors in some GENE.
teries. They suggest the appalling
feeling that to be buried in the midst
OF their hideous wilderness of ghastly
tombstones is to be forgotten and lost
for all time. Glasevin Cemetery has
no such dreadful gloom. It is a place
not only Of political memories, sad and
stirring. but of soft and tender natural
beauty. Its wonderful variety Of trees
and bushes is q rare delight. It's quiet
groves are sanctuaries for all the song
BIRDS On a. kindly Irish spring or
summer day there is no more bright
and pleasant spot for idle wandering,
or in serious mood to put aside the
little and idle cares Of the day and
buried there, one feels. is to assume
Immortality. Surely fitting resting
place for poet; and here is the grave.
simple and humble, Of Ireland's great
est bard. James Clarence Mangan, to
whom a deathless fame is indeed, as
sured. In life no thought that he
would be remembered in the hearts Of
his countrymen ever frightened the
dark reflections on the future of this
poor devil of a. scrivener. In his dread.
full poem, "The Nameless One," he has
written his own epitaph. "He bides
in caImness the silent morrow that no
ray lights
Him grant grave to, ye plying noble,
Deep in your bosoms. there let him
dwell!
He, to. had tears for all souls In
trouble
Here. and in hell.
His life has been we'll summed up in
a. sentence by John Mitchell, There
wore two Mangans: one well-known to
the Muses.. the other to the police; ono
scared through the empyrean and
sought the stars, the other lay too
o ten in the cutters Of Peter street
and Bride street." He died Of cholera,
in one OF Dublin's public hospitals, in
1S49, aged forty-six years; and might
have been laid in a pauper's grave had
not some one, named Plunkett, given
room to the poets remains in his fam
lily burial place. Mangan's political
verse gives varying advice to his coun-
trymen, which each accepts according
to his mood and temperament. In
"Consolation and Counsel" he breaches
education:
knowledge is power not powder.
| That man strikes
A blow for Ireland worth hundred
guns
Who trains one reasoner. Smash your
heads on pixies,
! And form the heads Of men, my
sons.''
In "a Highway of Freedom he ex.
claims "'Tis deeds not words that I
| weigh"-deeds being physical blows
and adds
"Your swords, your guns. alone can
To freedoms course a highway!"
| Death is not only the great leveller;
it is also the great peacemaker. "The
Right Honorable James H. Monahan,
Chief Justice of the Common Pleas"
The line is conspicuous on mortuary
chapel. Monahan as Attorney-General
conducted the prosecutions arising out
of the Rising of 1s4S. William Smith