a name which will be for ever linked with the minstrelsy of his native land. JEREMIAH JOSEPH CALLANAN was born in Cork, in 1795, and died in Lisbon, in 1829. He possessed first-rate natural abilities, but the unhappy indecision of his character led him into many misfortunes. His "Recluse of Inchidony" is a fine poem, and the specimens from his other works in this volume will also gratify every reader of taste. FURLONG belonged to Dublin, and died at an early age. His lines breathe a fine devotional spirit, and there is little doubt that, had he been spared longer, he would have added many an ornament to literature. Excellent lives of JOHN BANIM and GERALD GRIFFIN have been published, and are of easy access. The former is by P. J. Murray, Esq., the eloquent editor of the "Irish Quarterly Review," and the latter by Griffin's gifted and affectionate brother. It is not necessary to enter into particulars respecting the other writers from whose poems selections have been made, as they are all no doubt "familiar names" to the readers of this volume, which, I trust, may lead many to the deeper study of the glorious works of our gifted Catholic Poets. JAMES BURKE. GEMS FROM CATHOLIC POETS. Chaucer. [B. 1328.-D. 1400.] A GOOD PARISH PRIEST. A TRUE, good man there was there of religion, Pious and poor-the parson of a town. But rich he was in holy thought and work; Benign he was, and wondrous diligent, And in adversity full patient, As proven oft; to all who lack'd a friend. Wide was his cure; the houses far asunder, Yet never fail'd he, or for rain or thunder, C Whenever sickness or mischance might call, This noble ensample to his flock he gave, But dwelt at home, and guarded well his fold, Though holy in himself, and virtuous, Him would he sharply with reproof astound. He waited not on pomp or reverence. Southwell. [B. 1560.-D. 1595.] A CHILD MY CHOICE. LET folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that child Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, Whose hand no deed defiled; I praise him most, I love him best, And cannot live amiss. Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme, To love him life, to leave him death,' To live in him delight. He mine by gift, I his by debt, Thus each to other due; First friend he was, best friend he is, All times will try him true. Though young, yet wise; though small, yet strong; Though man, yet God he is; As wise he knows, as strong he can, As God he loves to bless. His knowledge rules, his strength defends, Alas! he weeps, he sighs, he pants, Out of his tears, his sighs and throbs, Almighty babe, whose tender arms AT HOME IN HEAVEN. FAIR Soul! how long shall veils thy graces shroud ? |