The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-08-09

Mitchell writes, some few of Mangan's
translattons have never. perhaps.
been exceeded for strength, sweetness.
clearness and beauty of finish. Take,
for illustration. the last part Of shil-
ler's immortal poem-The Destiny Of
The Bell.
And this hencesprward be its duty,
For which twas framed at first in
beauty; So. =
High DER this world Of lowly labor
In Heavens blue concave let it rise,
And hence aloft, the thunder's neigh
In commerce with the starry skies.
There let it chorus with the story
OF the Respondent planetsphere,
Which nightly hymns its Makers
glory.
And guides the garland-crowned
Be all its powers devoted only
To things eternal and sublime,
AS hour by hour it tracks the lonely
And forward winging fight Of Time!
To destiny an echo lending.
But never doomed itself to feel,
Forever be it found attending
Each change of Lies revolving
wheel:
And as its tone, when tolling loudest,
Dies on the listeners ear away.
So let it teach that all that's proudest
In human might must thus decay!
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Or note the exquisite sweetness of
the Spanish ballad, 1.-THE Mariners
Bride" as it appears in English garb:
Look, mother! the mariners rowing
His galley across the tide;
I'll go where the mariners going,
And be the mariners bride!
saw him one day through the wicket,
opened the gate and we met
AS bird in the fowler's net,
Was I caught in my own green
thicket. 10
o, mother, my tears are flowing,
I've lost my maidening pride
Ill go If the mariners going,
And be the mariners bride!
This love the tyrant evinces,
Alas! an omnipotent might,
He darkens the mind like Night.
He treads on the necks of Princess!
o mother, my bosom is glowing,
I'll go whatever betide,
I'll go where the mariners going,
And be the mariners bride!
Yes. mother! the spoiler has reft me
OF reason and self-control;
Gone, gone is my wretched soul,
And only my body is left me!
The winds. o mother, are blowing.
The ocean lis bright and wide;
I'll go wlssrs 1.-The r1ariner.s going, .
And be tie mariners bride.
| How shall we classify Mangan
How will posterity rank him? AS
star differeth from star in glory, sc
one poet differs from another. Any
attempt to assign him his proper place
In English literature must take into
account his best work chosen from a
rich and varied field. And his best
work, we hasten to say, enrolls him
| among the sweetest of lyric poets
| Side by side, with Keats and Burns
and Coleridge and Poe and Thomp-
son. he rightfully belongs in virtue OF
the exquisite quality of his verse;
that quality which genius alone can
supply, whether it be expressed in
strength or in beauty or in matchlesa
| art or artifice of the schools, has united
him with that immortal company
whose song is the perennial gladness
Of the lyric world.
James Clarence Mangan lived and
died a Catholic, although his wayward
career did not permit him to practice
his religion as he should have done
The worst that may be said of hin,
is that he grew careless, Indifferent
cold; as many others suffering from
similar reverses Of fortune have for
gotten their dutyin a similar way.
| But the presence of death recalled
him to his senses; and. as Father
Meehan relates. "his end was pious
and edifying; while I was reading ia
him the Catholic penitential hymns
his gentle spirit passed away
Mangan was buried in Glasnevin
among Ireland's storied dead. There
Is not stone to mark his grave. AS
suredlv he did not coVet monuments