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We should have been glad to have ready acquainted with all the details of concluded this notice of Mr. Town. the trial heis going to read; passages are send's book with praise, but it is not quoted from counsel's speeches, and possible, in any point of view, to be from judges' charges; and then, in his satisfied with his account of Smith narrative of the trial itself, these pas. O'Brien's trial. This is the only Irish sages are omitted because they have trial in the volume. In the second appeared in the introduction. The volume of the work is the trial of value of such a book, were such a book O'Connell for conspiracy, which is, in prepared with the care it deserves, many respects, much more ably exe- would be very great. Still, much, cuted. We cannot give high praise to though not all we could wish, bas these volumes. It is not always pos- been done by, Mr. Townsend. The sible to make out a clear account of book is not without its value; and the what actually passed in court, from desirableness of having the story—at Mr. Townsend's narrative, and that least--of these remarkable trials, prenarrative is very confusedly distribu- served in some record less perishable ted between what he calls ós introduc- than the newspaper, and more easily tions” to each trial, and the abstract of accessible than the law-report, is not the trial itself. In his “introductions,” unlikely to secure for these volumes

is naturally led into disquisitions, extensive circulation and popularity. in which he assumes his reader to be al.


The voice of Nature, in her changeful moods,

Breathes o'er the solemn waters as they llow;
And 'mnid the wavings of the ancient woods,

Murmurers, now filled with joy, now sad and low.
Thou gentle Poet, she hath tuned thy mind

To deep accordance with the harmony
That floats above the mountain summits tice,

A concert of Creation on the wind.
And thiv calin strains are breathed as tho' the Dove

And Nightingale had given thee for thy flower
The soul of music and the heart of love;

For with a holy tranquillizing power,
They fall upon the spirit, like a gleam

Of quiet starlight on a troubled stream.

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Tly life wiis erer freshened by the streams

Of Knowledge blent witi Beauty, and thy soul
Did mirror then the starlight of its kireans,

As in soft glory they were wont in voll.
And in thy dying lour, as Israel's being

Longed for a draught from that pure well, whose flow
Had been like music to his youthful life;

So was the spirit yearning for the spring
Of living waters--but their current low

Ebbed from thy soul, by feverish pain controlled.
And when at length, 'mid toil and fervent strite,

The glorious tide of inspiration rolled;
Once thy lips-like him on Judal's sod,

Thou poured'st it forth-an offering to thy God!


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A NEAT little volume, with this title, Dermod O'Curnan, the son of a has been lately published by O'Daly, farmer, was born about, or a little beof Dublin, containing specimens of fore, 1740, in the county of Cork, but the indigenous poetry (principally resided, after he grew up, in the songs) of Munster, both in the verna- parish of Modelligo, county of Watercular and in an English dress, and ac- ford. Young O'Curnan was pecucompanied by the music to which they liarly gifted by nature; he had a were set. of the translations it is finely formed person ; a strikingly sufficient to say they are Clarence handisome face; a lively disposition; Mangan's-of course excellent: he en- agreeable manners ; deep and ardent tered into the spirit of Irish verse with feelings, and considerable abilities a facility that is surprising, when we and was, from his early youth, a poet. remember that (to use the words of the Unhappily he fell in love with a pretty preface) "he was totally unacquainted peasant girl, a native of Modelligo with the original language, and made (the “ Mary" of his poems), who was his versions of Gaelic poetry from lite- proud of the attachment of a young ral translations, furnished to him by man so much superior to her usual Irish scholars."

associates, and encouraged, perhaps In O'Daly's pretty little book the reciprocated, his love. But she saw Munsterman hails, as familiar words, that other girls were anxious to attract the names of his old acquaintances, his attentions at their dances and rusAndrew M'Grath, the merry pedlar tic recreations; and, inspired by the (or merrymonger, as commonly called); demon of jealousy, she repaired to one Timothy O'Sullivan, the pious; Denis of those old crones of whom formerly M‘Namara, the foxy; William O'Hef- there were too many, who professed fernan, the blind; John O'Tuomy, to deal in charms, spells, and philtres, the merry; Father William English, and purchased from her a potion said and others; but he asks, “where is to be of virtue to keep her lover con, Dermod O'Curnan?-why has all men- stant to herself. This she contrived tion of him been omitted?”—yet he to mingle in his drink at some convi. deserved a niche in that miniature vial meeting; the mischievous comtemple of the Momonian muse, as well pound attacked his brain, and the unfrom the interest attached to his tra- fortunate Dermod became incurably gical story, as from the intrinsic merit deranged. His whole temperament of his poetry, which is elegiac in its changed; he lost his vivacity, and begenius, and often terse and antithetical came melancholy, moody, and unsoin style, and evinces a mind of much na- cial, but retained his poetic talent ; tural refinement. We have never met and though aware of the fatal injury with any of O'Curnan's poems, trans- inflicted on him by his Mary, he lated or printed; and though we have still remembered his passion, which seen some of them in MS. among the seemed to gather intensity from his peasantry, in the county of Waterford, madness. But now he had become an we believe they are chiefly preserved object of terror and dislike to her, by oral tradition. O'Curnan seems and she repelled him harshly whenever to have been unknown to Edward he approached her, as he often did, to O'Reilly, who does not allude to him complain of his shattered health and in his

Chronological Account of his troubled brain, of which he was nearly Four Hundred Irish Writers;" quite sensible. Her cold and disdain, therefore a short account of the ill. ful manner augmented his malady, and fated bard may not be superfluous. he wandered about the solitary parts

The Poets and Poetry of Munster: a Selection of Irish Songs by the Poets of the last Century, with Poetical Translations by the late James Clarence Mangan, now for the first time published. With the Original Music, and Biographical Sketches of the Authors. By John O'Daly, Editor of “ Reliques of Irish Jacobite Poetry," &c. Dublin : John O'Daly.

of Modelligo, a wretched being, ragged, he became conscious of the nature and barefooted, sallow, sickly, with scarcely the consequences of his act, and rushed a trace of his former beauty left; but from the house to conceal himself. still frequently composing poems on The dismay of Mary's family, at his love and his despair, which he finding her headless corpse, on their could be induced by kindness to repeat return from chapel, may be conceived. to his friends, by whom they were On searching for the murderer, the committed to memory.

track of the madman was easily disAt length he disappeared for some covered; he was found lying hid time, and was supposed to have left among the standing corn in a neighthat part of the country.

But one

bouring field; the blood on his hands Sunday morning, in the latter end of and clothes bore witness against him, summer, while all the rural popula. but none such was needed; he contion was at Mass, he suddenly entered fessed all that had passed with suffi. the cottage of his scornful love, near cient coherency, and was conveyed to Farnane Bridge. It happened that prison. The fate of O'Curnan was the she had remained at home alone, and reverse of that of Sophocles: when was employed cutting brambles with a the Greek poet was charged with de. bill-hook, to feel the fire on which the rangement, his verses were accepted potatoes were boiling for dinner. Im- by the judges of the case as a proof of inediately on O’Curnan's entrance he his sanity; O'Curnan's, on the conbegan to speak to her of his enduring trary, furnished to his jury a strong attachment, and to entreat her pity; presumption of his lunacy, which being but instead of trying to soothe and established by evidence as to his haamuse the maniac till some one should bits, and their cause, the “Nad Poet" come in, it appears that she foolishly was acquitted of wilful murder, but irritated him by contemptuous expres. was confined for life as a dangerous sions, and especially by taunting him maniac. The tragedy we have related with his infirmity. Knowing himself occurred about eighty-seven years ago. to have been in this respect her vic- After O'Curnan had lost his reason, tim, he became infuriated beyond the chancing one day to meet the object usual pitch of his delirium--and, in a of his unfortunate attachment, wild paroxysm of frenzy, snatching up complained to her of illness ; she the billhook, he severed her head from asked him, “What ailed him-- what her body. Remarkable retribution ! Wits his sickness?" In reply to which, she fell a sacrifice to the madness that he poured forth a poem which he she had occasioned by her own super

afterwards recited to persons who comstition and jealousy: No sooner was mitted it to writing. A manuscript the fatal deed done, and O'Curnan's copy was given to us by a country fury appeased by the blood of the schoolmaster who taught Irish; and murdered woman, than the feeble from that we make the following light of such reason as he commonly translation direct from the vernaretained dawned again upon his mind; cular:


Thou art my pain, my Mary:-pining ever,

Thus hast thou left me since I've thought on thee :
From all my friends more gladly would I sever,

Than from thy presence still an outcast be.
I taste no food_long nights I'm sleepless lying ;

Sobs heave my bosom; rest and peace are tied :
If to my strong love still thy love denying,

In one short month thou’lt find me with the dead.

Where is the cure to stay my health's perdition ?

She only has it-she who wrought my harm : 'Tis not in sea or land, herb or physician

'Tis with youth's blossom, 'tis with beauty's charm.
I know not heat from cold, nor night from morrow,

Nor the tame hen from cuckoo of the dell ;
My friends I know not-but to soothe my sorrow,

If thou wouldst come, my heart would know thee well.

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Love, my free gift, 'tis that has caus'd my anguish :

Love without stain, dishonour, or design;
For her, the fair, the pearly-tooth’d, I languish ;

Ah, woe is me! I may not call her mine.
Would that in some deep glen we two-We only-

Secluded dwelt, from all the world away ;
With timid pleadings, in her bower so lonely,

I'd woo her fondly all the summer day.
Give me, my Mary, once thy lips' soft pressure :

But once—and raise me to thyself from death :
Else bid them come my narrow grave to measure,

Where lurks the beetle the rank grass beneath.
From my thin cheek the hue of health has vanish'd ;

My life's not life—my voice not voice, but air :
Joy, hope, the music of my spirit banish'd ;

Love's slave I mourn, in bondage to despair. This poem is very characteristic: never before had they witnessed so the complaints it expresses are symp- affecting, because natural, an tomatic of derangement; the loss of Ophelia. As the difference between sleep and appetite; the failure of re- the sane and the insane actress's recollection and discernment, yet the presentation of the distracted maiden, consciousness of his state, the know. so is the difference between the song ledge that his beloved was “ she who of a really frenzied poet and that of wrought his harm;" the hopelessness him who only assumes the character of of cure, unless the antidote should a maniac at the moment of writing. proceed from her, as did the bane ; The song of Eamonn-na-chnoic, or and then the touching allusion to his Ned of the Hills, the celebrated freeheart's memory, that would recognise booter, is given in O’Daly's book; but her, though it forgot all else.

the version differs so much from that In the mad songs written by some which we have been accustomed to hear, persons, in the character of maniacs that we venture to give a translation (such as Robert Herrick's

• Mad from our own familiar Irish copy, be. Maid's Song,”

cause it is so much more characteristic

of the outlaw. Ned of the Hills, * Good-morrow to the day so fair," &c.,) properly Edmund O'Ryan," of the

county Tipperary, sprung from an and even in Shakespeare's, if we may ancient and once wealthy family, the venture to say so, there is a studied O'Ryans of Kilnelongurty, but ruined wildness, an artificial incoherence. But by the confiscations that followed in the lay of the real maniac, the evi. the civil wars. To a well-born man dences of his malady come

thus rendered destitute, who could simply, so unaffectedly, that we cannot not dig, and was ashamed to beg, but feel it is nature, not art. It re- it often appeared that no alternative minds us of the anecdote of the actress for existence remained but that of a who had formerly been celebrated as freebooting career, which he persuaded Ophelia, but who was obliged to leave himself into believing a just retribu. the stage in consequence of mental tion-a spoiling of the spoilers. To derangement. Having accidentally this idea, and to the losses the outlaw learned that Hamlet was to be per- had sustained by forfeiture, a strong formed one night at a neighbouring allusion is made in the Irish song in theatre, she eluded her guardian, our possession (said by tradition to escaped from the house, and stealing have been written by Edmund O'Ryan to the place of performance, concealed himself), but which is not to be found herself till the mad scene; then spring- in O'Daly's copy. The song, it will ing on the stage before she could be be observed, takes the form of a dia. anticipated, she went through her once logue between the outlaw and his love; favorite part with a truth and feeling we have preserved the metre as nearly that melted all the audience to tears;



as we could :

* He was born in the latter part of the 17th century.


my side,

" Who calls me without ? whose voice is so shrill ?

Whose hand at my closed door is beating ?" “My pearl of delight, 'tis thy Ned of the Hill,

Whose heart longs to bear thee his greeting.”
6 Oh, friend of my soul! steal in here and hide,

Thou’rt drown'd in this pitiless weather ;
Take thee dry garments, sit down

We'll watch through the long hours together."
“I gaze on the light in thy soft blue eye,

Dear girl of the ringletty tresses ;
And my thoughts they urge ine with thee to fly

To the wild wood's dewy recesses.
There the grass is most green, the birds most sweet,

On the yew-tree the cuckoo sits ever;
Deep in the hawthorns our fragrant retreat,

Where death could discover us never.

Long is the night, and my heart is devoid

Of warmth, as the wintry sun's gleaming:
I'm a plundered man, anul my home 's destroy'il ;

But a deed I must do that's beseeming.
“ Then with thee will I go, my faithful love!

To the lone haunted Dun* repairing ;
With thee through all Munster I'll glailly rove,

Though its size be the halff of Erin."

“ Dear little Mora! though wedding with me

Will bring shame to the maid I cherish,
Yet ne'er shall they say I abandon thee;

In the ocean I'd rather perish.
Thou shalt be the tender bride of my heart,

For 'twould break to leave thee behind me :
But ah! when I think how loving thou art,

'Mid the poorest in Ireland I find me.” There are, in our Irish version, many love which he could but so ill requite. touches characteristic of the outlaw, There is one - Edmund of the Hills," which are not in the Gælic copy printed as from the Irish, by Lady Morgan by O'Daly, such as the proposed (when Miss Owensor), from what ori. watchfulness, as if to guard against ginal we know not: it has one or two surprise (in the first stanza)—the allu- ideas


and sion to his wrongs, and the deed of O'Daly's ; but is simply a love song, befitting vengeance that he meditated; without a single touch of distinctive the faithful readiness of his mistress to character; and might as well be the leave her home and wander with him lay of the most peaceable and orderly throughout Munster, even harbouring man in the community, even of a jus. for security in places reputed to be tice of the quorum himself, as of an haunted; the allusion to the reproach outlaw. she would incur by becoming the wife The story of Edmund O'Ryan, or of a bandit; and his own sensibility Ned of the Hills, is that of many of to his impoverished state, rendered the Irish outlaws in the olden times. more acute when he thought of that Scions of proud and honourable fami



* Literally, Dun na n-gealt, the Dun of the wild sylvan beings, or satyrs. There is a Gleann na n-gealt in Kerry.

| Literally, Munster, a province, and the half of Ireland;" alluding to the division of Ireland into two lialves, between Con of the Hundred Battles, and Eugene More, alias Mogha Muadhat; the southern half, Munster, which then included Leinster, being called Leath Mogha, Mogh's half; the rest was Leath Choinn, Con's half.

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