Had died away to lines of brown, That gurgled underground- The stars, like pallid gems at first, Now forth upon the darkness burst, Nor lovelier e'er was Hesper's beam, Nor more majestic Jove. But what if hearts there beat that night That recked not of the skies, Or only felt their imaged light In one another's eyes s? And if two worlds of hidden thought And fostered passion met, Which, passing human language, sought And found an utterance yet; And if they trembled like to flowers That droop across a stream, Which hath been since the world began, PROTESTANT ASCENDENCY 'A Protestant King, a Protestant House of Lords and Commons, a Protestant Hierarchy; the courts of Justice, the army, the navy, and the revenue, in all their branches and details, Protestant-and this system fortified and maintained by a connection with the Protestant State of Great Britain. 'The Protestants of Ireland will never relinquish their political position, which their fathers won with their swords, and which they, therefore, regard as their birthright.'-Letter of the Dublin Corporation, 1793. GREAT fabric of oppression By tyrant plunderers planned, So giant-vast, so iron-fast, That were not God's great fiat pass'd Thou might'st eternal stand; Black fortress of Ascendency, Beneath whose wasting sway What rests of thee to-day? A few unsightly fragments, The scoff and scorn of all, Long pierc'd and rent by freedom's power And wait the lightest storm to lour, What shouts of angry men, Vain vain! go seek the charnel Where haughty Clare lies low; In this your day of woe- Clan Beresford to gorge and prey, And serpent Castlereagh. And those dry bones shall hearken Vain! vain! can ye roll backward From thrice three glowing millions drain Plant old derided fears? Get their strong limbs your yoke to bear, The better lies before you, The noblest ever trod; To meet your brothers face to face, Make recreant statesmen tremble, And ingrate England quail, And win and wear the proudest share The worse-'tis yours to choose it- To see the gulf and, trembling, wait- Your brother's outstretched hand In history known as tigers Whose teeth and fangs were drawn, Whose heart and will were murderous still Know, Protestants of Ireland, That, doomed among mankind- Life's ever-shifting currents Brave men put forth to try; They wait beside the ebbing tide SIR CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY C. G. DUFFY was born in Monaghan, 1816. He was educated in that town, and entered journalism in Dublin at a very early age. In 1842 he launched The Nation newspaper. In the words of Mr. Martin MacDermott, the great gift which he brought to the National movement was 'the power of initiation and organisation, without which, notwithstanding Davis's splendid talents, there never would have been a Nation newspaper or a Young Ireland party.' THE LIBRARY OF IRELAND and in later days THE NEW IRISH LIBRARY were originated by him, and his BALLAD POETRY OF IRELAND is an invaluable collection of Irish verse. He was arrested in 1848, but after several abortive trials, in which the anxiety of the Crown to obtain a conviction overreached itself, he was released. After the Famine, he projected and carried out a national agitation for land reform, in which political differences on other questions were laid aside, and entered Parliament in connection with this movement. It failed when apparently on the eve of success, owing largely to the opposition of Cardinal Cullen and some of the Catholic hierarchy, who supported Sadlier and Keogh-deserters from the Tenant League camp. Duffy then emigrated to Australia, where he became Premier of Victoria and received the honour of K.C.M.G. on the visit of the Prince of Wales in 1873. In his later years he has lived at Nice, and has busied himself chiefly in recording-in volumes as fascinating as they are instructive-the history of the Irish movements in which he was engaged. None of the Young Irelanders wrote in rhyme and metre with more sinewy force than Duffy. His lines smite home, like the axe of an Irish Gallowglass; and though his mind, as his whole career shows, was eminently that of a statesman, he clearly thought and felt as a reckless fighter when he faced the enemies of his cause with the keen blade of verse in his hand. The rising of 1641 and the brigandage of the Rapparees were among the features of the secular resistance of Ireland with which the National cause was most often reproached, and for which its leaders were expected to apologise. And those were the very things that Duffy chose to flaunt before his shocked (or delighted) readers, for the apologetic attitude then so prevalent in Ireland, the tacit admission that the English conquest was in any sense a triumph of civilisation over barbarism, was utterly repugnant to him and his colleagues, and their first object was to make their countrymen understand the whole truth about their history and be proud of it. lyre had other strings too, which he touched with skill, as in the 'Lay Sermon' and other poems collected in the NEW SPIRIT OF THE NATION, but it is in these warlike strains that his verse has most strength and character. Duffy's Sir Charles Duffy's principal works are: YOUNG IRELAND; THE LEAGUE OF THE NORTH AND SOUTH (the Tenant League); LIFE OF THOMAS DAVIS; A SHORT LIFE OF THOMAS DAVIS (New Irish Library'); and an edition of IRISH BALLAD POETRY (1843). He has lately published his Reminiscences. THE MUSTER OF THE NORTH A.D. 1641 We deny and have always denied the alleged massacre of 1641. But that the people rose under their chiefs, seized the English towns and expelled the English settlers, and in doing so committed many excesses, is undeniable-as is equally their desperate provocation. The ballad here printed is not meant as an apology for these excesses, which we condemn and lament, but as a true representation of the feelings of the insurgents] in the first madness of success,-Author's note. |