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“Sheela na

We are obliged to omit the partiGuiria,” and the “Cottage Maid,” cular conduct which would be adopted are the most famous in the depart- by Alexander, especially as the desment of dictionary-ballads. Two cription scarcely comes up to the level verses of the first of these were of the rest of the poem. quoted in a former article.

" To praise her beauty is then my duty, It was for a few moments' space a But, alas! I'm footy in this noble part; question of doubt to us whether the And, to my sorrow, sly Cupid's arrow precious specimen which follows was Full deep did burrow in my tender a clever piece of exaggeration or a


In pain and trouble I still will struggle, genuine attempt at the sublime and beautiful. It is probable that no

Though sadly hobbled by my stupid

brain ; reader, on seeing it divested of its

Yet backed by Nature, I will tell the feaaccidental misspellings and other dis

tures advantages, will entertain a moment's

Of this lovely creature-the Star of hesitation. Wexford, Wicklow, and Slane. Carlow cannot enter into comparison

" Her eyes, 'tis true, are an åzure blue,
with the counties graced by the And her cheeks the hue of a crimson
Boyne water, in great, though occa-
sionally unsuccessful, darings in fine Her hair, behold, does shine like gold,
poetic language. It is almost certain In flowing rolls it so nicely grows:
that the “Cottage Maid” is a native Her skin, as white as the snow by night,
of the same county that gave birth Straight and upright her portly frame;

The fair Diana or the chaste Suzanna
Are eclipsed in grandeur by the Star

of Slane.
“You brilliant Muses, who ne'er refuse, “Her name to mention might cause con-
But still infuse in the poet's mind,

tention, Your kind sweet favours to his poor en- And it's my intention for to breed no

deavours, If his ardent labours but appear sub- And as to woo her, as I'm but poor, lime,

I'm really sure she won't be my wife. Preserve my study from getting muddy, In silent anguish I here must languish,

My ideas ready to inspire my brain, 'Till time does banish my love-sick And my quill refine while I write these lines

And my humble station I must bear with On a nymph divine--the Star of Slane.


Sinceexaltation suits the Star of Slane." " In beauteous spring when the warblers , sing,

We shall next select a few verses from And their music rings through each a longer inaugural ode, which though

applied to the Mills of Cloghamon, on Bright Sol did shine, which did me in the Slaney, about a mile below Buncline

clody, are claimed to the glory of the By the river Boyne for to go to rove. mill" of Stradbally, and probably I was contemplating, and meditating,

mills in other places have had incense And ruminating, as I paced the plain, When a charming fair, beyond compare,

from the same censer. Our rustic Did my heart ensnare near the town of bards are very bitter, indeed, on Slane.

occasion, but when they have to ap

ply flattery, they lay it on in very
“ Had Paris seen this young maid serene, heavy flakes.
The Grecian queen he would soon dis-

And straight embrace this virgin chaste,
And peace would grace the Trojan “ You lads of brilliant genius, that's en-

dowed with elocution,
If Julius Cæsar would on her gaze, sir, And by versification have immortal-
He'd stand amazed for to view this

ized your name, dame;

To revive my drooping intellects I crave His Cleopater, he'd freely part her,

strife ;


silent grove,



a contribution And his crown he'd barter for the Star Of assistance for to harmonize with of Slane."

eloquence my theme.

* Red (haired) girl.

Condemn me not for rashness to attempt laxing the strain, kept up to this impossibilities,

point on his imagination, makes a As I am stimulated by a motive of rather commonplace conclusion to

good will; Though an inexperienced tyro in the having, as we trust, supplied suffi

his ode, which we are obliged to omit, dawn of native literature, I intend to state the praises of Clogha- cient data to determine the measure mon New Mill.

of our bard's genius.

Two brothers, Thomas and Pat “This magnificent structure of sublime Quigly, weavers in Tomenine, at the architecture

base of the White Mountain, posWas founded in Anno Domini, eighteen- sessed much of the essential qualities hundred and fifteen,

of the poet. Unhappily, it is not at When by final perseverance it was present in our power to present any

brought to an accomplishment, Its parallel could not be found in Erin proofs of their talent, except part of the Green.

a triumphal song on the occasion of To give a perfect idea of its spaciousness the election of the late Lord Carew, and symmetry,

and Caesar Colclough, of Tintern, to Is far beyond the limits of a feeble represent Wexford in Parliament. poet's skill,

about 1817. It is not, however, a In every direction 'tis a bulwark of per- happy specimen, and we decline profection:

ducing it. Hibernia's boast and glory is Cloghamon We have before now adverted New Mill.

to the number of old ballads “No wonder I should dcem it an object of found in English and Scotch collecastonishment,

tions, that were well known about When men of great discernment ar- forty years since, and are still

par; rived from afar

tially known in our provinces. Still To view this lofty building, of which it better known were the tragedies is related

connected by their names with That it was prognosticated by a great various English seaports, the most fiery star.*

popular being, “Jemmy and Nancy, These grand conflagrations—the wonders or the Yarmouth Tragedy.” It is

of creation Were brought to calculation by astron- in its stead,

too long for quotation, and we give omical skill; 'Twas perspicuously expounded, and fore

16 THE FAITHLESS SEA CAPTAIN. told there would be founded, Nigh the town of Newtownbarry, this

“I am a sailor, and home I write, admirable mill.

And in the sea I took great delight;

The female sex I did ensnare, "The gentry of the country, for rural re

Until I deluded two maidens fair, creation,

I promised to be true to both, The sweet meandering banks of the

And bound myself by a solemn oath, Slaney do surnade,

To marry them if I had but life, Where the paintings of Nature are ar

But only one I could make my wife. ranged in true realityThe white trout abounding in each

" The other-she being left alone,

She cried, “You false and deluding man, crystal cascade.

To me you've done a wicked thing, When on the noble building they feasted

And public shame it will on me bring.' their curosity,

This public shame for to prevent, And viewed each grand invention of

Straight to a silent grove she went, artifice and skill,

And hung herself out of a tree: The critical machinery and curious eleva

Three men a hunting they did her see. tion Obtained great approbation for Clogha

“Her flesh by birds was basely tore, mon New Mill."

Which grieved these young men's hearts

full sore. The rest of this flight in the region

But when these young men they cut her of the sublime and picturesque is down, chiefly occupied with the attention It's in her bosom a note was found: of the neighbouring gentry to the This note was written out at largewants of the poor; and the poet, re- Bury me not, I do you charge,

* The Comet of 1811.



But here on earth let my body lie, Ballinafadd," &c., nor the quasi-Irish For every maid that does pass by: ballads originally sung in the plays It's that by me they may warning take, of Colman the younger, and others, – To see what follows when 'tis too late."

some clever enough, others wretched

balderdash. Our Anglo-Irish bards " And so her spirit did plague him so,

generally succeeded better in their That away to sea he was forced to go; But the false young man, as they crossed glorifications of Bacchus, than of the deep,

Venus :

- witness the “Cruiskeen Was seldom able to eat or sleep.

Lawn," "Carolan's Receipt," "One And when the ship was returning home, Bottle More," the clever parody on A dark boat met her across the foam : Molly Asthore," the “ Jug of And the dead maid's spirit, all pale to Punch," &c.

We beg our readers to trust to our Said, “Noble sailors, send him to me.'

assurance, that we possess a large

mass of excellent poetry in manu"Down to the cabin the young man goes, script, the production of Leinster

And to the Captain his mind disclosed, - men, many of them having only "O Captain, Captain, stand my defence;

received hedge-school instructior. A spirit's coming for to take me hence.' Up to the deck the Captain goes,

With the exception, however, of a To guard the young man from his foes: few pieces, it would not, if spread • Captain, Captain, you must and can, among the people, enjoy the popuWith speed direct me to such a man.' larity of the lays quoted in this article.

The subjects of several of the pieces "" 'Twas in St. Helen's this young man given will continue to be popular, died,

even when the taste of the people, And in St. Helen's his body lies.' improved by education, will take "O Captain, Captain, how can you say offence at the mode of treatment of

the lays quoted in this article. For he lies in your ship below.

Besides the charms of the beautiful Captain, Captain, don't stand his de- airs to which most of them are sung,

fence, Or a dreadful storm I will bring hence,

the subjects in themselves are attracThat will cause you and your men to

tive to their rural hearers; and weep,

whatever offences against rhyme may And leave you slumbering in the deep.'

be committed in the choice of

epithets, the rhythm is seldom faulty "Down the deck the Captain goes,

or defective. And brought the young man unto his If any learned Lagenian, zealous foe.

for the credit of the poetic taste of She fixed her eye so grim on hiir, his native province, object to our She made him tremble e'ery limb. ideas on the subject, let him apply It is well known that I was a maid

himself, without delay, to the collectWhen first by you I was betrayed,

ing of really good ballads, songs, and And now my spirit has come for thou: You balked me once, but I have you poetic merit and beauty (if such

other short pieces of undoubted now.'

exist), and, at the same time, popular « To sob and sigh he did begin,

in this present year of grace. Hav. But she led him down, and she forced ing made his collection, he will

kindly send it to the office of the The boat went off in a flash of fire, UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE, and his Which caused the sailors for to admire. triumph and our satisfaction, at the

improvement of the people's taste, “Now list ye sailors to my song,

will be on a par. Supposing this happy And if you wish to live well and long, result of our present attempt, we Be true to one, whate'er betide,

will then refer to the rude specimens And don't ill-use poor womankind." here preserved, having had life and

influence forty or fifty years since, It is out of our power in this place, but now happily replaced by others to do more than barely allude to many of superior merit. lively and talented popular songs, We must give our rural folk credit such as the “Wedding of Bally- on one head. While the Dublin poreen,” “Billy O'Rourke," "Pai- people of good, and middling, and no deen O'Rafferty,” “The Ball of education, keep their ears wide open

him in;

for the last importation from the tention to what they call play-house opera houses, casinos, and coal-holes, songs, and incontinently return to of London, and chant and listen to their old favourites—those favourites them till other windfalls reach which delighted their parents, and in them from the same quarter, the which their own children will prob. country folk give only a passing at- ably continue to find pleasure.



ONCE within an evening room
Flecked with blinks of light and gloom,
(Like some drowsy eye whose lid
Let flash the rays it closed and hid) -
Round the hearth, now faint and grey,
Fairies couched in quaint array.

'Mid the shadows on a chair
Sleeps a maiden soft and fair ;
In her hand a letter lingers,
Loosely held in dainty fingers.

Would'st thou know the elfin choir
By that dozing dot of fire ?-
Then I'll name for thee a few
Of that eager tricksy crew.


Araf is a strange, grey wight,
Sometimes seen in dim moonlight,
Seated on the wormy sod,
Bending o'er his thin brown rod.

Oupha, seen on hills oft sitting,
And his little lank jaw gritting,
As he gazes weariedly
Toward the grey clouds o'er the sea.


Rubi is an autumn fay,
Then you'll see him any day,
Lolling on a leaf of willow,
With a pink grape for a pillow.


Wole, a lonely spright, but kind;
Oft comes he in the forlorn wind
That shivers at the window pane,
Or in vague drop of blinding rain,

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But, amid a many more,

To their wonder and amaze,
Who should come this evening o'er,

But Dewlid-laziest of fays;
For he is the drowsiest elf

That ever crossed the brain,
Sleeping so he tires himself,

And has to sleep again ;
So even here, this stirring night,

As ever unto dream disposed,
Though his eyes are full of light,

He looks as though he dozed ; Sitting by the tinkling coke,

Like a languid ring of smoke.
Without, the azure, sparked with stars,

Breathes hushed in brilliance--not a sound
Ripples the chamber's silence round,
Save when at times a cricket sings,

Or moth glides past on humming wings,
Or ash flake, sifting through the bars,

Breaks on their weirdy whisperings.

" It is a lengthy year,” they say,

“Since Arnold and sweet Emer, sleeping, Wearied of their love's bright day --And he sped o'er the seas away, And left her lowly weeping.”

That's a tale old as the moon.

And 'twill, methinks, be older,

Till mortal life shall lack a noon,
Or hearts be fashioned colder.

There is none so strangely moralled

As the lover ere he's wedded ;
Oft I've watched him as he quarrelled

With the roses where he bedded. 'Tis no matter, though their spirits

Match the souls that shine in heaven, "Tis a mood that youth inherits,

With his heart and being given ; Like the bird who pecks the feather,

On whose rest he joys to sail, Or as spring's uncertain weather

Bursts in fits of reckless hail.

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