The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-04-10

QueaChea, IKE OConnell, MS reudluS
to Irish earth, but it took twenty years
to comply with his last wishes. In
1882 Glasnevin Cemetery was opened,
and five years later Curran's ashes
the Oldest in the cenetery-were borne
in public procession to their second
and finsl tomb.
Denis Florence MacCarthy is one of
those kings of song who rule us from
their urns. He was the translator of
the Spanish poet, Chalderon's works,
and an intimate friend Of Longfellow,
who died a fortnight before him. He
wrote the centenary odes of O'Connell
and Thomas Moore-"the poet of all
circles, the idol of his own" He lived
to see a prisor-the prison where
O'Connell and his colleagues were in
arcerated-transform into bar
racks. Richard Bridewell with it's in
scription: Cease to do evil, learn to
do WE'LL" Of which MacCarthy sung,
has become Wellins ton Barracks. The
treadlnill has given place to the tramp
of soldier, and "Arma virumque
cano" might substitute the de-
leted warning. A bust of "the
Poet of May" MacCarthy's ia
vorite month-adorns the City Hall,
Dublin, whose bay and beauties capti-
waited his song Re was among the
brilliant bend who wrote for the ma
tion'' in the 'Fcrtics of the last CEN
fury.
Johr. Cornelius G'Callaghan, COL
league Of MacCarthys on the "Nation"
wandered over Europe to find materi-
ais for his History of the Irish Bril-
gade in the service of France" and
other European countries. His grave
lies in the site Of The old mortuary
chapel, Glasnevin, Under monument
as modest as th,t Of his friend, Mac
Carthy, close by, whom he survived a
year, dying in 1885. O'Callaghan's
Green Book" was peg on which
the Government of the day tried to
hang case to convict O'Connell on
the elastic law CT conspiracy, though
O'Callaghan him.elf was exempt from
prosecution. He was waiting for the
writ but it never came. His journey
to France 10 search the libraries for
tidings of the wild Geese" was a Ia
Dor Of love in which Irishmen before
him had wished to win renown.
Gilbert, the historian of Dublin, re-
poses here, and mis- epitaph is written
on his country mind: "His life was
devoted to Ireland ir the research TO,
truth in her history, and the defence
of the Catholic faith-her light in dark
est days."
The great Caltic scholars John
O'Donovan, editor of the Annals of
the -Four Masters" and Eugene O'Cur-
ry, author of "Tne Manners and Gus
toms Of the Ancient Irish Race" have
found sepulchres here. 1.-THE most en-
inent sculptor in Europe" as O'Connell
termed John Hogan, has broken
white slab bearing his name in the
"Old Circle" wi ere his eulogistss re-
mains lay for twenty years. James
Duffy, the publisher. lies among the
authors he gave tc history. pray
FOR him o reader, for he deserved we'll
of religion and country true
man to Ireland, ne merits your pray.
ers."
James Clarence Mangan, the weird
poet who fits across the AS period, and
at intervals disappears from view to
hide his identity in some obscure and
dismal attic in Dublin has more visi.
tors to his tomb than he had patrons
when living.
The great graveyard is, in truth, a
silent but solemn witness to Faith and
Father1and. and their Milesian defend
ers. In every section of it we find some
representative with a name indigenous
Of its place of brigham O'Neill from
the north, an O'Brien from the south
| DOy1e lIOlu iL0'nSC6T, n wi ulrenQln
from behind the Shannon.
Religion and immortality appeal
here direct to the heart as you pass
along beneath the arches struck from
the plant yew trees. Around, the
symbol Of mans redemption FREEDOM
mates The Cross CABS the monuments
and loftily surnlounts the Round Tow.
err, symbolic Of civilized pagan
past which it abs o, bed and sanctified
The dead sleep beneath it's saving in,
fluence till the dawn of the Judgment
Day.
1.-THE Celtic Cross raise DER me,
And the ivy round it Irvine;
1t will tell to the land that bore me
That the ancient Faith was mine"
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