From the glance of her eye shun danger and fly,

For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney!

For that eye is so modestly beaming, You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming,

Yet oh, I can tell how fatal's the spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney!

Oh, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney,

Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wile Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney.

Though she looks so bewitchingly simple,

There's mischief in every dimple; Who dares inhale her mouth's spicy gale

Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney.

Damp was her hand, no marble was colder,

I felt that again I should never behold her, Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og.

When the word of command put our men into motion,

Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og.

I buckled on my knapsack to cross the wide ocean,

Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og. Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder,

Pleased with the voyage, impatient for plunder,

My bosom with grief was almost torn asunder,

Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og.

Long I fought for my country, far, far from my true love,

Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og. All my pay and my booty I hoarded for you, love,

Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og. Peace was proclaimed, escaped from the slaughter,

Landed at home, my sweet girl I sought

her;

But sorrow, alas! to the cold grave had brought her;

Sa viurnin dilis Eileen og.

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["Eva Mary Kelly," writes Mr. A. M. Sullivan, in his New Ireland,' was the daughter of a County Galway gentleman, and could have been little more than a girl when the contributions bearing her pseudonym began to attract attention. . . . Kevin

O'Doherty was at this time a young medical student in Dublin. From admiring Eva's' poetry he took to admiring, that is, loving herself. The outbreak of 1848, however, brought a rude interruption to Kevin's suit. He was writing unmistakably seditious prose,

while Eva' was assailing the constituted authorities in rebel verse. Kevin was arrested and brought to trial. Twice the jury disagreed. The day before his third arraignment he was offered a virtual pardon - a merely nominal sentence if he would plead guilty. He sent for Eva and told her of the proposition. It may seem as if I did not feel the certainty of losing you, perhaps for ever,' said he, but I don't like this idea of pleading guilty. Say, what shall I do?' 'Do?' answered the poetess; why, be a man and face the worst. I'll wait for you however long the sentence may be.' Next day fortune deserted Kevin. The jury found him guilty.. The judge assigned him ten years' transportation. Eva' was allowed to see him once more in the cell to say adieu. She whispered in his ear, 'Be you faithful. I'll wait.' And she did. Years flew by, and the young exile was at length allowed once more to tread Irish soil. Two days after he landed at Kingstown Eva' was his bride."

THE PEOPLE'S CHIEF.

COME forth, come forth, O Man of men!

to the cry of the gathering nations, We watch on the tow'r, we watch on the hill, pouring our invocations— Our souls are sick of sounds and shades, that mock our shame and grief, We hurl the Dragons from their seats, and call the lawful Chief!

Come forth, come forth, O Man of men!

to the frenzy of our imploring, The winged despair that no mun can bear, up to the Heaven soaringCome! faith and hope, and love and trust, upon their centre rock, The wailing millions summon thee amid the earthquake shock!

We've kept the weary watch of years,

with a wild and heart-wrung yearning,

But the star of the Advent we sought in vain, calmly and purely burning;