The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-12-26
IRISH CHARACTER SKETCHES.

was ali about the CRATE speeches an
poems ov Irelands patriots" ana
Pegs gray eyes lit up with pleasure
and delight as she handed her gifts To
Jenny, saying as she did SO:
Jimmy, yen rinimber me in yer
prayers All me, how often, how very
often in digging human clay we fail 10
find the gold. And the children, too,
| loved Jenny. After school hours uney
played near his chair, for they knew
| how dearly he loved their company,
and how lonely he felt without their
! presence. When they disputed, as
children do over their tops or marbles,
| they referred the disputed point 10
Jenny, and whatever decision he gave
was their law 1t is the oath of June.
/ the feast day of St. John. and the
night of the bonfires in Ireland. The
people of the village are all gathered
at the market cross just before tne
postofflce. The faggOtS are ready anc
Jim Scully applies the match amidst u
chorus of joyous cries from the chill
dren, and there, in the rudy glare OF
the fire, ] see Jenny DAILY seated
upon his chair, the king of that glac
throng. Phil Mcguire, the tailor, is
called upon to make q speech, and
from beginning to end it is wildly re-
bellious, teeming, you know, with tina.
harmless rebellion which would draw
a smile from the most serious-mindec.
The end of Pills speech, as the end OF
all his speeches, was the following
lines from the poet Casey:
'Oh. then tell me, Shawn O'Farren,
Why you hurry so;
Hush, ma bouchal hush and listen,
And his cheeks were all aglow,
1 bear orders from the captain,
Won rpaHV u1IiolC and soon
For the pixies must be together
At the rising of the MOON"
AS Phil comes to the last lines, Jim
Scully could not subdue his patriotism
any Longer. Selling long stick from
the fire, he shoulders it, musket form,
and with
For the pixies must be together
At the rising of the moon"
he marched quickstep over to where
Ryan. the peeler. was standing. See
ing Jim advance. Ryan retreated
little, but Jim treasured him with
''Yeh needn't retrate, Ryan, for I'm
not charging now, as I'm not on the
warpath as yit, bud Place God whln
the day comes. begob, I'll give yeh the
first prod. I'm only giving the young
generation lesson in rivolushuns."
After PhiIs speech and Jim's lesson
in drill, the old schoolmaster would be
heard to say, with an uplifting of his
hand to impose silence:
Nov Jenny Daily will give US I.
song"
AS I sit here tonight under the
shadow of Utahs mountains. the osc
village, the old people, the blazing
bonfire and, oh, especially poor little
Jenny DAILY. with his large eyes shin
ing in the ruddy light and his mellow
Ii WV,
idly before my mind, and my heart
yearns for those old scenes and faces,
but now
Gone are the heads of the silvery
hair,
And the young that were have brow
of care;
Changed are the haunts where the
children played,
Naught looks the same save the mes,
we made"
And Jenny Days song. All! 1 ca.
never forget it, and I well remember
with what soul and fervor that dear
little cripple boy sang those lines
Say. Pilgrim wilt thou bring me
From that far off shore a sign,
Let it be some token telling
OF the dear old land once mine
A shell from the shore of Ireland
Is dearer far to me
Than all the mines of the Rhineland
Or the art of Italy,
And Jimmy DAILY is gone. He sleeps
his last long sleep beneath the ola
yew tree. and above his grave is a
wooden cross. and upon it is engraved
the words
Jimmy Daily.
We loved him in life: let us not for
get him in death.
1t Is evening. An old woman hobbies
into the graveyard and makes her way
to Jimmy's grave. 1t is Peg the
Barge. In her hand she carries a Jan:
pot full of primroses. and reverentNy
she places her tribute to the dead o..
Jimmy's grave. She loved him in life, |
and she does not forget him in death. |
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