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Go pour the tide of war along, And climb tlie rugged steep of fame. Yet, yet forgive a maiden's fear. Whilst valour's toilsome paths 3'ou prove Oh ! sometimes wipe the pensive tear. And sweetly think of mo and love. On Erin's sod you drew your breath. From her you caught the patriot glow. Whose children spurn the thoughts of death. And foremost meet the daring foe ; Yet whilst with pride you scorn to fly, Or from the brow of battle move ; Oh ! sometimes breathe Ihe tender sigh. And dearly think ol me and love. Should Fate your early fall decree. Far, far from Erin's parent shore. Where ne'er my doating eyes might see Those looks of manly beauty more ; To heav'n should rise the fervent pra3^er. To meet in lasting bliss above ; Within my breast the wound I'd bear. And meekly die for j-ou and love. IRISH WAR SONG. Bright sun, before whose glorious ray. Our Pagan fathers bent the knee; "Whose pillar altars yet can say, When time was yonng our sirea were free— Who seest how fallen their oflfspring be — Our matrons' tears — pur patriot's gore ; We swear before high Heaven and thee. The Saxon holds us slaves no more ! Our Sunburst on the Roman foe Flash'd vengeance once in foreign field — On Clontarf's plnn lay scathed low What power the Sea-kings fierce could wield Bein Bnrb might say whose cloven shield 'Neath bloo.ly hoofs was trampled o'er ; And by these memories high, we yield , Our linabs to Saxon chains no more ! The lairseach wild, whose trembling string Had long the " song of sorrow" spoke. Shall bid the wild Rosg-Cata sing The curse and crime of Saxon yoke. And, by each heart his bondage broke — Each exile's sigh on distant shore — Each martyr 'nealh the headraans stroke^ The Saxon holds us slaves no more I Send the loud war-cry o'er the main — Your Sunburst to the breezes spread ; That slognn rends the heaven in twain — The earth reels back beneath 3-our tread, Ye Saxon despots, hear, and dread — Your march o'er patriot hearts is o'er — That shout hath told — that tramp hath said, Our country s sons are slaves no more I 5 liAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH O'NEIL. Time— loth Nov., 1649. Scene— Ormond's Gamp, County "Waterford. Speakers -a Veteran of Owen O'Neil's clan, and one of the horse- men just arrived with an account of his death. •• Did they dare, did they dare to slay Owen Eoe O'Neil !" •* Yes, tliey slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel." * May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow ! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Owen Eoe ! Though it break my heart to hear, say again the bitt«r words." "From Derry, against Cromwell, be marched to measure swords ; But the weapon of tbo Saxon met bim on bis way, And be died at Cloc TJactair. upon Saint Leonard's Day." '• Wail, wail ye for The Mighty One ! Wail, wail y© for the Dead ; Qitench the hearth, and bold tbe breath— with ashes strew the head. How tenderly we loved him ! How deeply we deplore ! Holy Saviour ! but to think we shall never see him more- Sagestin the council was be, kindest in tbe hall, Sure we never won a battle— 'Twas Owen won tliem all. Had he lived— bad be lived— our dear country bad been free; But he's dead, but he's dead, and 'tis slaves we'll ever he. O'Farrell and Clanricarde, Preston and Hed Hugh, Audley and MacMabon— ye are valiant, wise, and true ; But— what are ye all to -our darling who is gone ? The Rudder of our SLip was he, our Castle's corner-stone ! Wail, wail him tbrongb the Island ! Weep, weep for our pride ! Would that on the battle-field our gallant chief tad died! ' Weep the Victor of Beinu Burh— t\'eep bim, yonng men and old ; Weep for him, ye women— ^our Beautiful lies cold! We thought you woiud not die-we were sure you would not go. And leave us in our utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow- Sheep without a shepherd, when tbo snow shuts ont the sky: Oh! why did you leave us, Owen ? Why did you die ! Soft as woman's was your voice, O'Neil ! bright was your eye Oh : why did you leave us. Owen ? why did you die ? Tour troubles are all over, you're at rest with God on high ; ^^ But we're slaves, and we're orphans, Owen ! why did you die ? THE PRICE or PREEDOM. Man of Ireland — heir of sorrow — "- Wronged, insulted, scorned, oppressed— "Wilt thou never see that morrow When thy weary heart may rest ? Lift thine eyes, thou outraged creature ; Nay, look up, ior Man tliosi art — Man in form, in frame, and feature — Wliy not act man's godiike part ? Think, reflect, inquire, examine, Is't for this God gave you birth — With the spectre look ol famine, Thus to creep along the earth ? Does this world contain no treasures Fit for thee, as Man, to wear ? — Does lliis life abound in pleasures, And thou askest not to share ? Look ! the nations are awaking — Every chain that bound them burst. At the crystal fountain slaking With parched lips their fever thirst 1 Ignorance, the demon, fleeing. Leaves unlocked the fount they sii) — Wilt thou not, thou wretched being, Stoop and cool thy burning lip ? History^s lessons, if thou'lt read 'em, All proclaim this truth to thee ; Knowledge is the price of freedom- Know thyself, und thou art free ! [1] PBIC^ i*BEEDOM.— [Concluded. Know, oh Man! tliy proud vocation- Stand erect, with calm, clear brow — Happy, happy! were our nation If thou hadst that knowledge now I Know thy wretched, sad condition — Know the ills that keep thee so — Knowledge is the sole physician — Thou wert healed if thou didst know! Those who crush, and scorn, and slight thee~> Those to whom you once would kneel-i> Were the foremost then to right thee, If thou felt as thou shouldst feel I Kot as beggars lowly bending — Kot in sighs, and groans, and tears — But a voice of thunder sending Through thy tvrant brother's ear»' Tell him he is not thy master — Tell him of man's common lot — Feel life has but one disaster — To be a slave, and know it not I If thou knew what knowledge giveth^* It thou knew how blest is he Who in Freedom's presence liveth, Thou wouldst die, or else be free ! Round about he looks in gladness — Joys in heaven, and earth, and sea— Scarcely heaves a sigh of sadness. Save in thoughts of such as thee I P] THE UNION How (lid they pass the Union ? By perjury and fraud ; By slaves, who sold for place or gold Their country and their God ; By all the savage acts that yet Have followed England's track: The pitchcap and the bayonet, The gibbet and the rack And thus was passed the Union By Pitt and Castlereagh : Could Satan send for such an end More worthy tools than they ? How thrive we by the Union ? Look round your native land I 111 ruined trade and wealth decayed See slavery's surest brand ; Our glory as a nation gone — Our sulwtanee drained away — A. wretched province trampled on. Is all we've left to-day. Then curse with me the Union, That juggle foul and base, The baneful root that bore such fruit Of ruin and disgrace. And shall it last, this Union, To frrind and waste us so? O e,r hill and lea, from sea to sea. All Ireland thunders, No ! Eight million neckS are stiff to bow — . We know our njight as men— "We conquered once before, and now - "We'll conquer once iifrain ;' And rend the cursed Union, And fling it to the wind— And Ireland's laws and Ireland's cause, Alone our hearts shall bind 1 % OTJKSELVES ALONE. The work that should to-day be wrought Defer not till to-morrow ; The help that should -within be sought, Scorn from without to borrow. Old maxims these— yet stout and true — Tliey speak in trumpet tone; To do at once what is to do, And trust ourselves alone. Too long our Irish hearts we schooled In patient hope to bide ; By dreams of English justice fooled. And English loilgnes that lied* That hour of weak delusion's past The empty dream has flown ; Our hope and strength, we find at last, la in ourselves alone. Aye ! bitter hate, or cold neglect, Or lukewarm love at best ; Is all we've found, or can expect, "We aliens of the wc-st. ITo fri- nd beyond her own green shore, Can Erin truly own ; Yet stronger is her trust, therefore, In her brave sons alone. Kenieinber when our lot was worse- Sunk, trampled to the dust; 'Twas long our weakness and our curse, In stranger aid to trust. And if at length, we proudly trod On bigot laws o'erthrown ; Who won that struggle ? Under God, Ourselves — ourselves alone. Oh, let its memory be enshrined In Ireland's heart forever ; It proves a banded people's mind Must win in just endeavor. It shows how wicked to despair. How weak to idly groan — ^j^ If ills at others' hands ye bear, TLie cure is in your own. , 3oTl .jxjn etli ill The foolish wovd "impossible." At once, tor aye disdain; _ cOl 3'lil Liod 1 No power can bar a people's will , , _ A people's riirht to gain. J 'i« ,2ajli:d-l 11973. Be bold, united, firmly set, , . ,, Nor flincli in word or tone— OU 3lJCl— OVlVdl ^bM We'll be a glorious nation yet. Redeemed— erect—alone, STANZAS. By Thomas Fuulomg. (Supposed to be written on the night that the Act of Legislatire Uuiou became the law of the land. J Oh ! Ireland, my country — the hour Of thy pride and thy splendor hath pass'd ; And the chain that was spurned in the moment ol power. Hangs heavy around thee at last. There are marks in the late of each clime— Tliere aic turns in tlie fortunes of men. But the changes of realms, or the chances of time. Can never lestore tUee again. Thou art chain'd to Ihe wheel of the foe, By links that the world shall not sever. With thy tyrant, thro* stoi-m and thro' calm thou Shalt go. And thy sentence is bondage forever. Thou art doom'd for the thankless to toil, Thou art left lor the proud to disdain , And the blood of thy sons, and the wealth of thy soul, Shall be wasted and wasted in vain. Thy riches with taunts shall be taken. Thy valor with coldness repaid. And of millions who see thee thus sunk and foi*8:iken, Not one shall stand forth in thine aid. In the nations thy place is left void. Thou art lost in the list of the free. Even realms, by the plague of the earthquake destroy'd, May revive — but no hope is for thee. 11 THE IBISH MOTHER*S LAStENT. Tm kneeling by your grave, aroon t the rm their plumage toasM, A flash of liiihtiiing o'er them cross'd, And all again was gloom." 20 MAN'S MISSION. Human lives are silent teaching — Be they earnest, raikl, and true- Noble deeds are noblest preaching From the consecrated few. Poet-Priests their anthems singing. Hero swords on corslet ringing, When Truth's banner is unfurled Youthful preachers, genius-gifted, Pouring forth their souls uplifted. Till their preaching slira the world. Each must work as God has given Hero hand and poet soul — ■ Work is duty while \ye live in • This weird world of sin and dole. Gentle spirits lowly kneeling. Lift their white hands up appealing To the Throne of Heaven s King- Strongest natures, cu'minating. In great actions incarnating What another can but s'.ng. Pure and meek-eyed as an angel. We must strive — must agonise ; We must preach the saint's evangel Ere we claim the saintly prize- Work for a'l — for worlc is holy — We fu-fil our mission polely When, like Heavou's arch above. Blend our souls in one emblazon. And the social diapason Sounds the perfect chord of love. [1] MAN'S MISSION.~[CoNCLUDED. Liife is combat, life is striving, Such our destiny below — Like a scythed chariot driving Throui^h an onward pressing foe. Deepest sorrow, scorn and trial Will but teach us self-denial ; Like the Alchemists of old. Pass the ore througix cleansing fire. If our spirits would aspire To be God's refined gold. "We are struggling in the morning With the spirit of the night. But we trample on it scorning — Lo 1 the eastern sky is bright. We must watch. The day is breaking Soon like Memnon's slatiid waking With the sunrise into sound, Wc shall raise our voice to Heaven, Chant a hymn for conquest given, Seize the palm, nor heed the wound. We must bend our thought to earnest, Would we strike the Idols down; With a purpose of the sternest Take the Cross and wait the Crown. Sufferings human life can hallow, Sufferings lead to God's Valhalla — Meekly bear, but nobly try. Like a man with soft tears flowing. Like a God with conquest glowing, So to love, and work, and die 1 in A PICTURE OF MXmSTERr Let the Pilgrim of Beauty roam on as he mny, Prom the snows of the north to the regions of wine, "Wbat space can unfold in tbe light of the day, In glories more varied, sweet province, than thine I Where the sun that at morn scatters fire on the crest Of the giant-browed Galtees, rounds southward, and takes A golden farewell ere he sinks to his nest In the arbutus bowers of the legended lakes. Hero grey castles moulder like dreams of the past. 'Mid the sunshine of morn and tbe dews of the clime > Here round towers, haunted with shadows, still last On the evening inland, like dials of Time. Streams freshen the meadows by forests of green. By moss covered Abbeys, all ruined and hare, Whose lone chancel casements at twilight are seen Like skeleton hands pointed heavenward in prayer. Here rise the great hills from the pasturing plains — Here goUlens the cornland by village and lea — Here rolls tiie broad Shannon, enriched with the rains. By the turrets of Limerick, swift to the sea. Ah ! once by those waters great argosies cast From their broad vans at sunset, a heroic gloom: Ah ! once by tbose mquldering battlements, past The dusky browed Spaniard in armour and plume. The pageant is o'er, but the blood tliat enshades The peasant's rich cheek from that fountain is drawn, And glows in the dewy-dark eyes of her maids, Like the sunned Guadelquiver's first ripple at dsiwn. Here feasted tht- chiefs by the castles broad fire, And swelled the wild song of the wandering guest, 'Till the memoried music he struck from his lyre. Stirred the sword in the scabbard, the heart iu the breast. Here oft as the battle day gloomed o'er the flood. Their fierce cheers gave note of the enemy's flight, As t ey marched by the turi-ets of Desmond's wild wood. With their reddened spears raised iu the evening light. But lo ! while we muse in the light of thy streams, That sparkle in fresh diamond dances anigh. The souls of thy clime, like a splendor in dreams. Descend in a radiant train from the sky. Floals up from the Shannon a shadowy blast, Were great Brian's Kincora lies ruined and lone. [1] 23 A PICTURE OF MXJNSTER.— [Concluded. And a phantom looks down from the cloads of the pa»t. And monrnfully sighs on the years that are gone- When discord lay dead as bis steel-shiniuf^ hand "Waved the terror-struck fleets of the North-men away; "When Peace crowned Victory shone in the land Like a warrior's plume on a mid-summer day. Unde years, hut ennobled hy battle and toil, Proud years, that still rise o'er the ages at rest, Like turrets that look o'er a fertilized soil, As they moulder in mist on the skirt of the west. And mark, after long barren ages of gloom, A new light burns broad on eternity's wing, And G rattan strides proudly by Liberty's tomb, "^ "With the tongue of a prophet, the brain of a king : Great chieftain of Freedom, prond Erin's alone, "Whose soul like a thunder-cloud born in the blue, Could shako to its centre, the foreigner's throne. While it nurtured the sweet native green with its dew. "Who treads by his side o'er the pui-ple belled Loath, With wild scattered hair o'er that forehead so wan. "Whence flashes the upturned eye from its sheath. With a glance like the brown-hooded falcon's at dawn ? Ah ! rich native Fancy, thy flame never lit Such splendors as swarmed from our Curran's bright brain Scintillant as spar, to the sparkle of wit, Yet soft as the blossom enriched with the rain. Orphan Isle of the Ocean ! how bright is thy »way, Though sadly thou sit'st by the western wave, When the song of thy Moore charms the world on its way, When the brain of thy Burke rules the age from Lis grave. Ah! -when shall thy Genius arise with the power To guide thy old storms o'er a fertilized mould, Pile them high in the west in tranquility's hour, And magic their gloom to a glory of gold, Pespalr not— though shadowed bj' memory long. Great spirits shall guard thee like planets of flame, And armored by heaven, prolific and strong. With the youth of eternity toil for thy fame? Yea, nurtured to life by the aun of thy clime, New heroes shall pace where thy Glories have trod, And Voices, yet hushed in the silence of Time, Boll up with thine old living echoes to Qod. A NEW YBAK'S SONG. My conntrymen. awake ! arise ! Our -work begins anew. Tour mingled voices rend tlie skies, Your hearts are firm and true; Tou've bravely marched and nobly met Onr little green isle through ; But. oh ! my friends, there's something yet For Irishiueu to do ! As long as Erin hears the clink Of base ignoble chains— As long as one detested link Of foreign rule remains — As long as of our rightfai debt One smallest fraction's due, So long, my frien s, there's something^ yet For Irishmen to do ! Too long we've borne the servile j^oke — Too long the slavish chain — Too long in feeble accents spoke, And ever spoke in vain — Our wealth has filled the spoiler's net, And gorg'd tlie Saxon crew ; But oh! my friends, we'll teach, them yet What Irishmen can do. The olive branch ii in our hands. The white flag floats above ; Peace —peace pervades our myriad bands, And prond forgiving love! But, oh, Jet notour foes forget We're men as Christians, too. Prepared to do for Ireland yet What Irishmen should do. There's not a man of all our land Our country now can spare, The strong man witii his sinewy hand, The weak man with his prayer. No whining tone of mere regret, Youug Trisli bards, for yu ; But let your songs teach Trolaud yet What Irishmen should do. And wliereso'er that duty Tead, There— there your post should be, The coward slave is never freed,- The brave alone ar^ free. Oh. Freedom, firmly fixed ate set Our longing eves on you ; And though we'dio for Ireland jret, So Irishmen should do- 2- « «■ GREEN PLU^IES TO GREY JACKETS, By Private Mli.ES O'Eeillt. Aiu :— " The TVeaiing of the Green." Ring it out- from every steeple, • ., Call the claus from every fold,; We're a (lemocvatic people, Ami our faUli we ineau lo hokl. "We're for mercy to the bealeu foe, For brothers We have been ; A iid what'oppressioa is Ave know, All we who Wear the Greeu. Ays! what oppression is we know. All we wiio Wear the Gieeu— In onr very bones wliat it is we know, We boys' who Wear the Green ! "We have felt it in our Sireland, With its whip onr backs aio scored ; ; ' ,Of jbe South we'll make no Ireland, Scourged witli famine and the sword, 'Tis true they tried the rebel frame But punished they have been ; And I rather think we've done the same, All we who Wear the Green. We onrselves have done the very same. All we who Wear the Green; And we hope again to do the same, We boys who Wear the Green ! O. Manhood's proudest duty, Is to fight for Manhood's faith ; And true courage has a beauty. That not eveii crime can scathe. Into cliaos they plunged headward, boys. Their guilt we do not screen ; But onr Emmet and Lord Edward, boys. Did likewise for the Green ! Aye ! Hugh O'Neil and Owen lloe, Were rebels for the Green, — "Wolfe Tone, and great Lord Edward, D0J8, Did likewise for the Green ! And the day is not far distant When our equal boast sh:,ll be ; That our country's crown is glistened With our Hancock, Grant and Leo. By Stonewall Jackson's front of flame, "And Siierraan swift and keen ; And Meagher, who led on to fame Us boys who Wear the Green! Tom Meagher, whose brigade of fame All wore the plumes of Green, And Sheridan, whose deathless name Proclaims he Wears the Green ! So " Mercy" be the countersign And ""Cfnion " the parole ; While the bugles ring along our line And the drums for battle roll. And the cry shuU swell from every mouth And on onr flags be seen ; " We're for mercy to the beaten South, We beaten of the Green." We've a fellow-feeling for the South, We Rebels of the Green ; For the boys who wore the Grey down Soutn, We boys "who Wore the Green ! OUR COURSE, "We look'd for guidance to the blind f We sued for counsel to the dunibf Fling the vain lancy to the wind — Their iiour is past, and ours is come; They gave, in that propitious hour. Nor khidly look, nor gracious tone, But lieaven has not denied us power, To (10 their duty and our own. Ami is it true, that tyrants throw Their shafts among us, steeped in gall; And every arrow, swift or slow, Points foremost still, ascent or fall — Still sure to wound us, tho' the aim Seem taen remotely, or amiss ? And men with spirits feel no shame To brook so dark a doom as this. Alas 1 the nobles of the land. Are like our long-deserted halls, No living voices, clear and grand, Respond when loe or freedom calls; But ever and anon ascends. Low moaning, when the tempest rolls; A tone, that desolation lends. Some crevice of their ruined souls. So be it— yet shall we prolong. Our prayers, when deeds would serve our need ; Or wait for woes, the swift and stro!»g, Can ward by strength or 'scape by speed, The vilest of the vile ot earth. Were nobler than our proud array, If, snffejing bondage from our birth. We will not burst it when we may. And has the bondage not been borne Till all our softer nature fled — Till tryanny's dark tide had worn, Down to the stubborn rock its bed, [1] 27 OUR COURSE.— [Concluded. But if the current cold and deep, That channel through all time retah), At worst, by heaven ! it shall not sweep, Unruffled o'er our liearts again. Up lor the land — 'tis ours — 'tis ours — The proud man's sympathies are all. Like silvery clouds, whose faithless showers, Couje froz'n to hailstones in their lall. Oui freedom and the sea-bird's food. Are hid beneath deep ocean waves. And who should search and sound the flood, Jf not the sea-birds and the slaves ? UR. ROOIIEY'S TRAVELS. In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and wliisky, We managed to keep care and sorrow aloof; Our whirling revels made all tl)e blue devils Creep out with the smoke through a liole in the roof. But well I remember, one foggy November, My mother cried. Go make your fortune, my lad ; Go bother the ninnies clean out of their guineas, Away then I scampered from Ballinatad. Then to seek for promotion, I walk'd the wide ocean, Was shipwreck'd, and murder'd and sold for a slave. Over ujountains and rivers, was pelted to shivers, And met on dry land with a watery grave. But now Mr. Jew-man, has made maue me a new-man And whisky and Mammora make my heart glad. To the sweet flowing Liftey I'm ofl in a jiflfey, With a wnack lor old Ireland, and Ba.linafad. From this cursed station to that blessed nation, Again Mr. Rooney shall vi^it yo»u- shore. Where V\\ flourish so gaily my -.prig of shillelah ; Long life to old Nadab of Great; Mogadore, Oh ! then all my cousins will run out by dozens. And out too will hobble old mannny and dad, At tUnner they'll treat us with mealy potatoes, And whiskey distiJJ'd at sweet Ballinafad. 12] FAG AN BEAIiACH. By C. G. BuFFT. ** Hope no more for Fatlierland, All its ranks are tliiniied or broken/" Long a base and coward band Recreant words like these liave spoken But we preach a land awoken; Fatlierland is true and tried As j'our fears are false and hollow Slaves and Dastards stand aside — : Knaves and 'J'raiLors, / ag an B&alachI Know, ye suffering bretlH'en ours. Might is strong, but rlglit is stronger ; Saxon wiles Or Saxon powers Can enslave our land no longer Tiian your own dissensions wron^ her. Be ye one in might and mind — Quit the mire where cravens wallow — And 30ur foes shall flee like wind From your fearless Fag an BeoXach! Thus tlie mighty muUitnde Speak in accents hoarse with sorrow — *' We are tallen but unsubdued ; Show us whence we hope may borrow; And we'll figh your fight to-morrow. Be but cautious, true, and brave, Where ye lead ns we will follow; Hill and vallej% rock and wave. Soon shall liear our Fag an Bealach f Fling our banners to the wind. Studded o'er with names of glory; W^ortli and wit, and might, and mind, Poet young, and Patriot hoary Long shall make it shine in story. Close your ranks — the moment's come — NOW, ye nien of Irehuid, follow; Friends of Freedom, charge them home- Foes of Freedom, J^ag an Lealnchl 29 BIDE YOUR TIME. By M; J. Barrt. Bide your Time — the moni is breaking, Blight with Freedom's blessed ray- Millions from their trance awaking, Soon slmll stand in firm array- Man shall fetter man no longer ; Liberty shall march sublime ; Every moment malces you stronger- Firm, unshrinking, Bide your. Time I . ..it e;... :iij Bide your Time— one false step taken Perils all you yet have doae ; Und ismayed — erect — unshaken — Watch and wait, and all is won. 'Tis not by a rasli endeavor, Men or States to greatness climb- Would you win your rights forever? Calm and thoughtful— Bide your Time ' Bide your time — your worst transgression Were to strike, and' strike in vain ; He, wliose arm would smite oppression. Must not need to smite again ! Danger makes the brave man steady, Rashness is the coward's crime. Be for Freedom's battle ready When it comes, but,- Bide your Time 1 30 THE PATRIOT'S BBIOS. Oh I give me back that royal dream, My fancy wrought, When I have seen your sunny eyes Grow moist with thought ; And londly hopM, dear love, your heart from mine Its spell had caught ; And laid me down to dream thtit dream divine. But true, melhought. Of how my lite's long task would be, to make yours bless- ed as it ought. For your sweet sake, To watch with you — dear friend, with you ! — Its wonders break ; The sparkling Spring in that bright face to see Its mirror make — On summer morns to hear the sweet bh*ds sing By linn and lake I And know your voice, your magic voice, could, still a grander music wake 1 On some old shell strewn rock to sit, In Autumn eves. Where grey Killiney cools tl>e torrid air, Hot autumn weaves ; Or by that Holy W«ll in mountain lone AViiere faith believes (Fain would I b'lieve) its secret, darling, wish True love achieves. Yet, oh ! its Saint was not more pure than she to whom my fond heart cleaves. To see the dark mid-winter night Pass like a noon, Sultry with thought from minds that teemed. And glowed liUe June; Whereto would pass in sculp'd and pictured train Art's magic boon ; And music thrill witli many a haughty strain, And dear old lune. Till hearts grew sad to hear the destined hour to part had come so soon. To wake the old weira world that sleeps, Jn Irish lore ; The strains sweet foreign Spenser sung, By Mulla's shore; Dear Curran's airy thouglits, like purple birds, II] 31 THE PATBIOT'S BBIDE.— [Concluded. That shine and soar; Tone's fiery hopes, and all the deathless tows, That Grattau swore ; The songs that once our own dear Dayis sung— ah, me I to sing no more. To search with mother-love the gHts Our land can boast — Soft Erna's isles, Neaglj's wooded slopes, Clare's iron coast; Kildare, whose legends gray our bosoms stir With fay and gho^t ; Gray Mourne, green Antrim, purple Glenmalur — Lene's tairy host; With raids to many a loreign land to learn to love dear Ireland most. And all those proud old victor fields We thrill to name ; Whose mem'ries are the stars that light. Long nights ot shame; The Cairn, the Dun, the Rath, the Tower, the Keep That still proclaim In chronicles of clay, and stone, how true, how deep Was Eire's fame- Oli! we shall see them all with her, that dear, dear friend we two have lov'd the same. Yet, ah I how truer, tend ler still Met bought did seem, That scene of tranquil joy, that happy liome, By Dodder's stream ; The morning star, that grew a fixed star, With love-lit beam, Tlic ringing laugh, locked hands, and all the far And shining stream Of daily love, t!;at made our daily life diviner than a dream. For still to me, dear fricMid, dear love. Or both — dear wife Your image comes with serious thoughts. But tender, rite; No idle plaything to caress or chide In sport or strife. But my best chosen friend, companio-ht that nightly shines, Upon its walls horn Kathleen s face? What comfort iu a mine of gold — What pleasure iu a royal life, It the heart within lay dead and cold, If 1 could not wed my Irish wife? I knew the lavv forbade tlie banns — I knew iuy Kiug abhorred her race — Who never bent befoie their clans, Musr. bow before their ladies' grace. Take all my ioifeited domain, I cannot wage with kinsmen strife — Take kniglitiy gear, and noble name, And I will keep my Irish wile. My Irish wife l)as clear blue eyes, My heaven by day, my stais by night* And twinliUe truth and fondness lie Witliin her swelling bosom white. My Irish wile has iioiden hair — Apollo's harp had once such struigs — Apollo's self might pause to hear Her bird-like carol when she sings. I would not give my Irish wife For all the dames of tlie Saxon land- I would not give mv Irish wile For the Queen of Fjance's hand. For she to me is dearer Thau castles strong, or lands, or life — In deatli I would be near her. And rise beside my Irish wife! KATHLEEN BAN ADAIR. Bj' FuANCis Davis. The battle blood of Antrim had not dried on freedom's shroud. And tlie rosy ray of morning was but struggling tliro' the cloud ; When, witli lightning loot and deathly cheek, and wildly waving hair, Oer gr;iss and dew, scarce breathing, flew young Kath- leen ban Adair. Behind, her native Antrim in a reeking ruin lies, Before her, like a silvery path, Kells's sleeping waters rise ; And many a pointed shrub has piercd those feet so white and bare. But, oil ! thy heart is deeper rent, young Kathleen ban Adiiir. And Kathleen's heart out one week since was like a har- vest morn, When hope and joy are kneeling round the sheaf of yel- low corn ; But Where's the bloom then made her cheek so ripe, so richly fair, Thy stricken lieart hath fed on it, young Kathleen ban Adair. And now she gains a thicket, where the sloe and hazol rise, But why those shrieking whisj)ers, like a rush of worded sighs ? All ! low and lonely bleeding lies a wounded patriot there, And every pang of his is thine, young Kathleen Dan Adair, " I see them, oh ! I see them, in their fearful red array, The yoeinen, love 1 llie 3'eomen come — ah! heavens away. away ! I know, 1 know they mean to track my lion to his lair; Ah ! save thy lite — ali! save itfor t!;y Katiileen ban Adair. "May Heaven shield thee, Kathleen !— when my soul has gone to rest; May comfort rear her temple in thy pure and faithful breast ; But to fly them, oh ! to fly them, like a blcednig hunted hare, No I not to purchase Iieaven, with my Kathleen ban Adair. [1] 35 KA.THLEEN BAN ADAIR.— [Concluded. ♦ I loved, I love thee, Kathleen, in my bosom's warmest core — And Eiin. injured Erin, oii ! I loved thee even more; And death, I leiired lum little wlien I drove hiui through tlieir squMie, Nor now, though eathig at my lieart, my Kathleen ban Adair." Witli feeble hand his blade he grasp'd, yet dark witli spoiler's blood, And then, as though with dying bound, once more erect he stood ; But scarcely had lie kiss'd that ciieek so pale, so purely lair, When flashed their bayonets round him and his Kathleen ban Adair. Then up arose his trembling, yet bis dreaded hero's hand, And up arose, in struggling sounds, his cheer lor mother land ; A thrust — a rush — their foremost lulls ; but ah ! good God ! see there, Thy lovei's quivering at thy feet, young Kathleen ban Adair. But heavens ! men, what recked he then your heartless, taunts and blows, When from his lacerated heart ten dripping bayonets rose, And maiden, thou wiih frantic hands, what boots it kneel- ing there? The winds heed not thy yellow locks, young Kathleen ban Adair. Oh! what were tears, or shrieks, or swoons but shadows of the rest, When torn was frantic Kathleen from the slaughtered hero's breast, And hardly had Ids last-heaved sigh grown cold upon the air, AVhenoh! of all but \Ue they robb'd young Kathleen ban Adair. But whitlier now shall Kathleen fly ?— already is she gone. Thy water, Kells, is tempting lair, and thitlier speeds she on; A monjent on its blooming banks she kneels in iiurried prayer — Now in its wave siie finds a grave, poor Kathleen ban Adair. [2] 36 WAKE OF WILLIAM ORR * 170S. Hy Dii. DuENNAN. [Dr. Drenn.in, tlie autlior ot tins ball atl, was one of the nblest writers amoDg ilie United Irishmen. His soiio^s niul ballads were chiefly directed to enlist Ulster in '• I lie Union." His son;iles In peace or baltle gory. But we enn give liiar, j)hrase ihe lie, For dead mens voices lill Ihe sky. And float from Limerick's towers on high, O'er Gai lyowen and gioiy ! O, mighty dead ! O. un forgot ! O, heroes of tiie glorious lot! Your deeds tliey'sanc'ity each spot, Your names e;ich legend hoary ! From charnel crypts ot mouldeied bones, From fosses, walls, and graven stones. Your voices sound in thunder tones. O'er Garryowen in glory ! Thy name, great names, great battles won. Great deeds by Iiish heroes done, They cry ** Unife ! Be one ! Be one ! " From ancient graves and gory ; They bid ns, brothers, all prepare For th' hour when we can do and dare, When Freedom's shout shall rend the air, O'er Garryowen In glory 1 And we cnn l, Soggarth aroon ? Loyal and brave to you, Soggarth aroon, Tet be no slave to you, Soggarth aroon — Nor, out of fear to yru. Stand up so near to you — Och I out of fear to you I Soggarth aroon. "Who in the Avinter's night, Soggarth aroon, When the sold blast did bite, Soggarth aroon. Came to my cabin-door, [1] ' SOGOABTH AROON.— [ComuDliD. And, dn my cartheri-floor, Knelt by me sick and poor, Who on the marriage-day, Soggarth aroon, Made the poor cabin gay, Soggarth aroon — And did both laugh and sing, Making onr hearts to ring. At the poor christening, Soggarth aroon. Who as friend only wet, Soggarth aroon y ITever did flout me yet, Soggarth aroon ? And when my heart was dim Gave, while his eye did brim. What I should give to him, Soggarth aroon ? Och 1 you, and only you, Soggarth aroon I And for this 1 was true to you Soggarth aroon ; In love they'll never shake, When fur ould Ireland's sake We a true part did take, Soggarth aroon. m 42 UNDER THE GBEEN FliAO. By T. D. Sullivan. Come, stand beneath the Grees, boya. Our ancient Irisli Green, That would not fade ; The truest shade The earth lias ever seen. At Mother Erin's call. boys. I>ear Mother Erin's call, Come, let us stand "With Bwoid in hand Beside her, one and alL Fill np those ranlcs anew, boys, Those shattered lanks anev, For artful knaves And sordid slaves Have left them but a few. But Erin dear has still, boys, Our Erin dear has still A gallant host From coast t(t coast. On valley, plain, and hill. Yes, and beyond them too, boys. And far beyond them, too, Her pure blood runs la loving sons Prepared her work to do. And now, from pole to pole, boys, From further pole to pole. Some subtle wire Conveys the fire That kindles in her soul. We'll bid that flame arise, boys. That sacred flame arise ; The time is near. The signs are clear. On earth and in the skies. Whate'er our fate may be, boys. "Whate'er our fate may be, We'll act our parts, We'll nerve our Hearts, And die, or set her free. Then stand beneath the Green, boys, Arrayed beneath the Green, No flag unfurled Through all the world Is loved as that has been. 'Twas borne through the past, boys, The wild, thi; stormy past; For every thread A hero bled — 'Twill triumph at the last. i3 THE GREEN AND THE GOLD. By Du. II. D. Joyce, Am : — " Neil McCreamau was a braw Hieland Soldier." In the soft l)looniiii- bcliUid In i^allantry such men ot note? On Irish o;round, in Irish wind We spread our flag— a PollieoaLl For we were eroj)i)y heroes Witli piUe in liand. and flag afloat, Who longlit and bled loi Iwfdom Beneath tliat flag— the Peuicoat I This Petticoat was broidered By Angers lair as lair coultl be, And ouce its lolds Tell over A gleaming ancle giacelnlly. A milk-white foot that stejjl the glades As light as tairies of the moai, — Yoiuig Nora's, pride of Wexforil maids, Tliis lyrant-conqueiing Petticoat ! And we were cropj^y heroes AVith pike in hand, and fl;ii>" pfloat, With stains of blood upon ii — This flag — tlie conquering Petticoat!" 'Twas on a summer morning As we marched down the dewy hill, Wo found our brijiht-eyeil ISora Upon the way-side stark and still, A yeomans bullet in her breast, A sabre wound across her thioar — 'Twas then we made with vengeful zest Our baiHier of h^r Petticoat ' For we wore cr()])py heroes AVith pike in liaiul, and fl:ig afloat. Determined to avenge l»er Beneath lliat flag— tije Petticoat! 47 THE PETTICOAT.— [Concluded. The blood spots scarce were faded, Ere we tlieir crimson did renew ; Upon the hill ot Onlart Her mnrderers, exevy num. we slew. Fi'oin field to field, from town to loun. In Eii<»"Iand's reddest l)lood we wrote The story ot llnit Kirlle Gown, The blood-stained, conqiiei iii^ Pctiicoat! For we wereei'oi)py heroes Witli pike in hand, and fl.:g afloat — The terror ot onr tyiants Beneath that llao— the Petticoat 1 And if great lords and inonarchs Are so polite to womankind, Tlie world tor onr devotion To Nora's skirts, no fanlt c:in find — It Ei)«land's king her lile could lake, Could condescend to cut her throjit,* Brave boys, it was nfi shnnx; to make Oiu- banner oi her Petticoat! For we were croppy heroes Witli pike in hand, and fl.io- afloat, And bravely we avenged iier Beneaih that flag — the Petticoat! Then all you roving heroes Attend to Tiieig, the croppy's song; May Grod jM'oserve Old Iiehmd, And Fenian rule therein piolong ! May tyrants there who spoil the land All sink in black perdition's boat, And nvav it rise to great command, The influence ot the Petticoat I And we wcva ci'oj^py heroes With pike in hand, and fl:ig afloat, VVho taught onr blood-slained tyrants The Lesson of the Petticoat! * Tho wavlike old croppv means tlmt the Kiny deputy, wliicli was all the same to poor Nora. Theijr. the crop- py's relation will be received, I si'p)>ose onlv as tradition, hut the petticoat banner is mentioned in tho histories of the period. [2] 4^ SONG OF THE GALIiOPINQ O'HOGAN.* By Dr. E. D. Joyce. Air:—" Ho thought of tho charmer, &c.' Hurrah ! boj's, hurrah ! for the sword by my side, The spur and Ihe gallop o'er bogs deep and wide; Hurrah ! for the hehiiet and shii-iing steel jack, Tlie sight of the spoil, an' good men at my baclc ! An' we'll sack and burn for King and siroland, An' chase the black foe from ould Ireland ! At the wave of my sword start a thousand good men, And we ride like the blast over moorland and glen ; Like dead leaves of winter in ruin an' wrath, We sweep the cowed Saxon away from our path. An' we'll sack and burn for King and sireland, An' chase the black foe from ould Ireland I The herds of the foe graze at noon by the rills. We liave them at night in our camp 'mid the hills; Their towns lie in peace at eve of the night, But they're sacked an' in flames ere the next morninj» light! An' we'll sack and burn for King and sireland, An' chase the black foe from ould Ireland ! And so we go ridin' by night and by day, An' fight for our country an' all the rich prey ; The roar of the battle, sweet mnsic we feel. An' the light of our hearts is tiie flashin' of steel ! An' well sack and burn for King and sireland, An' chase the black foe from ould Ireland ! •One of the Happaree chiefs in tho time of King James the Second. 49 THE YOJTNG ENTHUSIAST. By Thomas Fjjancis Meagher. Though yonng that lieart, thougli free each thought, Tlioiigh free and wild each feeling, And though M'ith fiie each dream be fraught Across those brlglit e3'es stealing— Tiiat heart is true, tliose thoughts are bold ; And bold each feeling svveepeth. Tliere lies not there a bosom cold, A pulse that faintly sleepeth. His dreams are idiot-dreams, ye say, The dreams of fairy story ; Those dreams will burn in might one day And flood his path with glory ! Thou old dull vassal ! fling Ihy sneer Upon that young heart coldly. And laugli at deeds thi/ heart may fear, Yet 7ie will venture "boldly. Ay. fling thy sneer, while dull and slow Thy withered blood is creeping; That heart will beat, that spirit glow, When thy tame pulse is sleeping. Aj', laugh, when o'er his countiy's ills With manly eye lie weepeth ; Laugh, when his brave heart thorbs and thrills, And thy cold bosom sleepeth. Laugh when he vows in heaven's sight, Ne'er to flinch — ne'er to falter; To toil and fight tor a nation's right. And guard old Freedom's altar. Ay, laugh when on the fiery wing Of hero thought ascending, To fame's bold cliff, with eagle spring That young bright mind is tending. He'll gain that cliff, he'll reach tjiat throne, The throne where genius shineth, Wiien round and through thy nameless stone, The green weed thickly twineth. 50 BOOKER'S RXTN. By T. D. Sullivan. AiR:— " The Kiug of the Cauuibal Tslanda." Oil, list and hear, good friends, from me, The news tliat's just come o'er llie sea, About the lio^ht-leg<;ed company Led on by Colonel Booker, The "Queen's Own Regiment" was their name. From fun- Toronto town they came, To put the Irisli all to shame, And win themselves immortal fame, Tantora, rubadub, oli, hi-ho I Drums beat up and bugles blow, Off they march to meet the foe, The Queen's and Colonel Booker, Such Jury filled each loyal mind, No Voluuteer would stay behind; They fluug their red flag to the wind. " Huira, my boys," said Booker. "Behold, beyond yon sloping heights, Tlieir bayouets flashing in the lighc; Go forth, my iieroes, left and right, Let none among lliem live to night — Readily, steadihs oh, hi-lio, Sure your aim, and strong your blow, No Irish ruck could face, you know, The Queen's and Colonel Booker." The lifles flashed, the balls came by, Tiie Queen's men lell with groan and cry — '•Good Lord, I'd give the world that I Were safe at liome," said Booker. He spurred for shelter here and tliere. He wheeled and cantered to the rear, [1] 51 BOOKER'S RUN. [Concluded. t'Vhile every loyal Volunteer Was shaking in his boots with fear. Quailing, lailiiii;, oh, hi-ho, Atiaid to lace the Irish loe, Who cheered and lauohed to see tlie show, The Queen's and Colonel Booker. •' What sound is that comes o'er the breeze ? Are those their horsemen midst tlie tiees? Down, soldiers, down upon your knees To meet their charge," said Booker. Then turning quick, he left the ])lace, He wished, lie said, to "change his base,;" His soldiers joined him in the race, And all went off at railroad pace ; Helter-skelter, oh, hi-ho, Higgledly, piggledy, there they go. Swords and guns away they throw, The Queen's and Colonel Booker. Oh, never say the Indian breed Bear off the palm for wind and speed; What dusky chief could take a lead From loyal Colonel Booker? Bid him bring out, by day or night, His gallant " Queen's " equipped for fight, Place Colonel John ONeill in sight Anudst a lidge of bayonets briglif— Then give tlie word, and oh, hi-iio, See how they li fly the Irish foe, See how lhey"il ])ly the heel and toe, The Queen's and Colonel Booker. 53 THE PEOPLE. By Dk. K. D. Joyce, Air:— "All the way to Galway. A little bird sang in mine esir With voice pioplietio, sweet und clear, "Briglit Freedom's happy day is near For Ireland and her People?'' The People ! The People! God bless the Irish People! ThroMoh all ! heir years Of blood and tears. Old Ireland's gallant People ! With gibber, fire and fetter girtli, With bloody wars and famine dearth, Our tyrants strove from ofl the earth To blot old Ireland's Peojile ! The People! The People! Bnt firm as Shandon steeple Upon its lock, They stood each shock Old Ireland's gallant People ! For as the oak tree by the glen Shorn by the axe, springs up again From deepest roots beyond oui- ken, So fionrislied Ireland's Pcojde ! The People I The P. ople ! Thongli wars cut; down tiie Pe')i)le Eacii springing root Bore tenfold Iruit, — Old Ireland's gallant People ! Then, brothers, here's to oiu' dear land I With freemen may lu^r shores be manned ! And down with England's goiy l.aml! And up wi;h Ireland's People 1 The People ! The People ! Like bells from Siiandon sie pie, Wiih ringing chin)e Sing out sublime Huirahl for Iieland's People ! 55 WHY WE WEAR THE GREEN. By J. A. Joyce, AlU :— " Wearius of the Green." When God raised up our Island, 'Mid the billows of tlie West; And witli vale, mid stream, and highland, Made beautiful her breast. The smiling sun flung round her A robe of golden sheen ; And tlie misty west wind crown'd her With a garland over Green. Soon the Gaelic warrior galleys Sailed to the ohiuiug shore ; And brave men and beauteous women Came to dwell forever more. And their sacrificial fires On their altars high were seen ; When the sun :.nd winds the}- worshipped For their glorious gift of Green. But the Pagan fires faded, And the Druid altars fell ; When Patrick came, with glowing words, His nobler truths to tell, •' In the Shamrock, lo ! the emblem Of the Trinity is seen " — •Twas thus he consecrated hero The Wearing of the Green. And the nation's heart leaped to it, And thence for evermore ; On their breasts and in their banners, Tlio flashing lint ihej- bore. On their breasts and in their banners The gleaming hue was seen; And tlio prouiU st foes went down before The men who bore the Green. So wo wear it, and will wear it. In memory of the brave — The true and tried, who strove and died Our nation's rights to save ! Of those who nobly clieiishcd it, When smote oppression keen ; Of those who pine in prison For the lore tlM>v l»-;ir t !io Giecn. 54 A PROSPECT. Bj Ed WARD LysAGHT. [Edward Lysaght was born in Briclchill, County Clare. He enterel Irini y College in 17.9, and was subsequently called to the Bar. He was j^enerally known as " pleasant Ned Lysaght," and, to use the words of Sir Jonah Barrinoton, " considere deUide, the Avenger. 56 Put Martin. 95 Wildash. 18 JldPike. 57 8«(1 Anderson, 96 Commache Bill. 1? 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Comic. 34 Eph Horn's Own. 35 Bobby Newcomb'8 36 Bryant's Old Virginia. 37 Bryant's Power of Music. 38 Bryant's Songs, Dixie's Land 39 Bryant's Canebreak Refrains. 40 Bryant's New. 41 Hooley's High Daddy. 42 Hooley's Black Star. 43 Mat Peel's Banjo. 44 UiMworih's Burnt Cork. 45 Marnill Darrell.No. 1. 46 MacDill Dairell,No. 2. 47 Stars and Stripes, No. 1. 48 Stars and Stripes, No. 2. 49 Patriotic. 50 Little Lotta Joker. 51 Solon Shingle's Joke Book. 52 Red Hot Joker. 53 New Dime American Joker. 54 MacDil 1 Darrell Joker. 65 Old Abe's Joker. 56 Christy's Burnt Comicalities. 5 7 Christy's Clown and Joke. 5 8 Smilh's Clown and Joke. 69 Captain Jinks. 60 Pulling Hard ag'Bt the Stream No. 61 Mabel Waltz. 62 After Dark, orTommy Dodd. 63 As Through the Park I Go. 64 WalkhiK Down Broadway. 65 Genevieve de Brabant. fi6 Up In a Balloon. 67 Grent Lingnrd. 68 Velocipede. 69 Daisy Deane. 70 Wandering Refugee. 7i We Parted by the RWerSlde 72 Lydia Thomjison. 73 Father Mathew. 74 That's the Style for Me. 75 Sweet Genevieve. 76 Love among the Roses. 77 Little Maggie May. 78 Chapman Sisters 79 Dan Bryant's Shoo Fly. 80 Lotta Fire Fly. 81 Gus WiUlsms' Big Noses. 82 I'aiilinn Markham. 83 Won't Q o Home till Mom'g 84 Pleasant Fell"W8 . 85 Joe Emmet's Dletcher. 86 Teddy Kegi.n Swaile. 87 Rising of the Moon. 88 Slap Bang. 89 Yank»e Robinson's Amazon 90 My Father Sould Charcoal 91 Beauliful B«-ll8. 92 Rovin' Irish Boy. 93 How is that for High? 94 Biolh of a Boy. 96 Alice Dunning. 96 Clown's Shoo Ply, 97 Kelly * Leon's. 98 Jenny Wallace Vocal Gems 99 Sol Smith Russell's. 100 It'8 Nice to be a Father. 101 Cohan's Dublin Jarvey. 102 Dilven from Home. 103 She's a Gal o' Mine. 104 Broken Down. 105 Adolphns Morning Glory-. 106 Guzzling Jim. 107 Put Me in mj Little Bed. 108 You Know How 'Tis, Ac. 109 Artful Joe. 110 It'8 Naughty but It's Nice in Mad Butchei. 112 Now I Lay me Down, Ac. 113 Brigham Yoring. 114 Old Clown's Whoa. 115 Milburn'sGooil asGold. 116 Moet andShan'on. 117 Put .vieln my B«-d Joker. 118 Brudder Bones Joker. 119 Hokey Pokey ^oker. 120 Buike's Dublin Carman. J2i Jr?^]."""'^ Barney the Ouide. 122 The Clown's. 123 Carry the News to Mary. 124 Rhein Wine Sharley. 125 If Ever 1 Cease to LoTe. 126 Heart was True %u Poll. 127 Fatty Stewart. 128 Mary had a Little Lamb. 129 Little Fraud. 130 Bryan O'Lynn. 131 Gus Williams' I Don't* • 132 Roach's Last Sensation. 133 Band Begins to Play. 134 Down in A Coal Mliie. 135 Jolly Old Clown. 136 Foster's F«v.irlleCl«wn 137 Gu8Willlanis'M\gel8nyder 138 Howe's Great Loudon. 139 Wallace Sinters. 140 Central Park Show. 141 Jennfe Hughes' Seriocomic 142 Ned Turner's New bougstei 143 All Among the Hay. 144 Canadian Boat Songster. 145 Dolly Vaiden. 146 Barney and Nora Songster. 147 Internationcl. 148 Courting In the Kaln. 149 Barney's Courtship. 150 Don't Go, Mollie, Darling. 151 OldMan'sD.uuk Again. 152 Ten Thousand Miles Away, 153 Faded Coat of Blue Soug'r. 154 First She Would, Ac 155 Howe's Great London Var. 156 Agnes Wallace LItlleGem. 157 Little Jack Klieppard. 158 O'NeU's Copper. 159 Johnny Smith's Variety. 160 Rodythe Hover. 161 Gus Williams' German Baud 162 Billy West's Banjo bolo. 163 The Dublin Dan. 164 Bullet's Met. Iheatre. 165 Lyiia Thompsou's Dancing Quakers. 166 The Dundreary Joker. 167 Children Ciy for tbeiii Joker 168 The High Jinks Joker. 169 Dan Morris new li>jli A D'rh 170 B^rry'sSongand Dance B k 171 Phv. Irish Patiloli.-.Sn. I. 172 Fav. Laysof G'n Ik1...No 2. 178 Fav. Iriwh Mmbuist. No 8. 174 Kngel'sBouquetolMelortleB 175 Lovelock's Com. Kanjo bolo 176 Rvan's Shandy McGulre. 177 Spring, Gentle Spring. 178 That's the Way the Story Ac 179 The Cotleea Bawn. Abore Books Bent to »ny address, on receipt of retail i ri e, postage freo. Address, Robert M. De Witt, 33 Eose St., N. T.