The Irish standard., 1915-11-13

search Of silhouettes and attitudes of
the common people that are sculp-
tors joy! Assuredly that grand
boulevard of the South Mall has the
richest color, human and material, in
all the town.
And some day soon, when Parnell
place and the quay around to Patrick
street will have been planted with
trees, the "Pentagon" Walk will be
as free a circle as any city can
boast. For Cork is a city that seems
to beg for trees, so many rare vistas
has she for patches of foliage. From
many warehouse window, indeed,
one can catch idyllic glimpses of
Montenotte or the Douglas heights,
and one street view on entering the
town is almost unique, for coming
into King street, on the way from
the Dublin train the varicOlOred
houses are suddenly crowned, on a
summer day, with wealth of golden
corn, fine symbol of peace and
plenty in the rich harvest fields about
| Fair Hill that, f0reshortened, seems
| to rise sheer out Of the turmoil of
the city street, and going down Pat
rick street if you look from the
Victoria Hotel along Academy street
you will see above the roofs of the
warehouses behind the Art School, a
new vision and another symbol, for
clear against the sky, the statue OF
the Blessed Virgin seems to rise al
most for flight off the portico of the
Dominican Church, invisible itself be
hind the intervening buildings. 1t is
startling vision, but one such as the
haphazard town teens with at man.
points. 1t was from that statue tha
huge line of signal flags was ru1
out over the quay and right across
the Lee to the business town Ions
ago VIII n the relics of Blessed Thad
deus were brought in triumph from
Italy.
Il What message or inspiration flew
down the banners 1 do not now re
member, but, viewed from Patrick
Bridge, when my imagination wal
} unspoiled, l used, that day, to real
into 1t a glittering call run out from
Paradise to the people of my pagean
, town. That night, too, Cork was ;
fluorescent place. myriads of candles
making the windows dance, rockets
burning tiara-wise about the spires
great bonfires blazing pearl-stone
on the hills, and the streets all dia
mond lights in the valley below. No
the Boulevard Anspach on fete-night
in Brussels old glory-days, nor tn
lantern games of Venice under ;
magical moon, nor Saragossa in ;
!. torch tattoo ever achieved the au
thentic glamour that was over m
Lee that might of all nights in til
: year." ...
s And for lowered farewell t
: Cork let us go along the Mardyk
to this new Fitzgerald Park Their
t below the Italian garden slopes c
t Sundays Well. For here is the hear
= Of Already! A seraphic path alon
j, the river bank, with file of flower
royalty keeping the route for you q
: either side, and the gentle tree
t brooding down to the waters edge fo
j tales of old romance new-come frol
8 fountained Gougane Barra. And sue
j. gardens as have hint of Como or
i Lugano in their coloring that the glo'
e Of them enters your heart and warm
0 it anew for Ireland. The protagoni.
of two generations of city life VIII
s has given the place such gardens a
d these that bear his name deserves
8 bust and tablet below it to tell tn
e deed. For those who loved him c
}, loathed him can now unite. He ha
l. left them in the park thing {
e beauty, and that is, indeed, for tn
j. citizens "a Joy for ever" ID. l.. Ke
4 leher, in Freeman's Journal.