The evening world., 1911-03-17

submit. 90 raising his hand 20 heaven
he swore, 4 long ~ | have breath
In my bod ] will ucvcr leave ,nis
mountain unless my PRAYER Is heard.
FOR the IRISH arc a queer people, willing
only the best and highest, but often
doing wrong. and no one bat myself
could understayi them" and so the
angel vanished.
His Faith Prevailed.
ThLn God sent blackblrds that pecked
at the stern old saint. beating him vita
their WINS, shricking discordRntly and
blotting out the very light OF heaven
with their numbers: but Patrick prayed
the harder. Then came beautiful white
birds that sought 90 scduce him from
his prayers by their melodious songs,
swceter than tho sound OF the silver
bells ~ Trina nog. but closing his
ears he cried aioud 10 prayer.
After that came storm and clouds,
and tho wind blew and howlcl and
whistlcd around him, and slcct and
snow and rain beat against his unshei-
tered body and sought to drive him
from the mountain top. hut he only
lay Nat upon the rocky ground and
declared more firmly: Never will !
leave until | gain my prayer"
And lastly the sun shone out nercely.
unrclentlngly. s~corchinply. with all the
burning glow OF the tropics. but he felt
not It's heat for the fire OF patriotism
within his soul. Then came the angel
once more and. bowling low In vcnera-
ton. answered "Oh. Patrick. great Is
| thy love and fnlthl 1t has overcome
tho word OF the Lord and YOU sinai
Judge the Irish IN the last day"
Sometimes there arc F%eiseanra in tho
n~eighboriug towns. and prizes are given
| for literature. oratory, music, art, dane
ing and cottage industries, lace. weav'
Ing, discriminating. woodwork, metal
work. every imaginable art craft. II u
no wonder these decorative art cen
tres are springing into strong life, FOL
there is the hereditary Instinct hiddef
away since the DAYS when Irish hands
illuminated the most beautiful books II
the world. the Book Of Kolls, the Book
OF Durrow and the rest, and Irish metal
workers produced such masterpieces a.
the Tara brooch. the Ardagh chalicc
the cross OF Cong and the shrine OF 81
Patrlck's bell. They say beautiful sur
r%ound!ncs produce "A love OF beauty, 81
that may account FOR u artistic sens'
being 50 strongly developed.
Those Who have visited ireland ca
have some idea Of our fair land. bu
unless you have lived In 1t. visited cac'
part OF it. seen IL In all its vnryini
moods. you cannot know tho wonder o
It's beauty. Were you to stand SOM
morning on the shore OF Galway ans
see the sun come UP over the sleepin.
town. watch the gradual change In tn
sky from palest gray TO crimson an'
gold. sec the reflection on the huge era.
granite rocks fllttipg up through tn
bright green grass. see the golden but
tercups. spotlcss daisies and scarle
peoples opening mp under the kisses o
the sun, and then look toward the Sc
to sec again all the glory and splendo
OF the sky roflected-thcn you woul
begin to understand color and harmon
ana contrast.
Beauties CT The Sea.
Were you to spend the day lust look
Ing out to sea, as the fishermen d,
you would see an infinite variety. Whe
, the boats put out you would note IN
strange graceful shape OF the Cladac
nshing smack, with rounded, swcllir
bow, Ike the breast Of the sea gull
II sits on the waves, the heautlf
brown OF the sails, almost red whel
they catch the CLINT OF the sun: the e.
: qu!s''e sweep ~ the sea gllls wings