Donahoe's Magazine, Volume 15, No. 4, April, 1886 - Various

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cravens? Nay, bravest of men!

      And they fought till the 'stars' rose in triumph

      Never to vanish again!"

      Our poet is not above giving "A Bit of Advice," and the way she gives it is this: —

      "Whene'er you find a chance to wed

      A noble girl, don't slight it;

      And if you cannot speak your mind,

      Why, just sit down and write it."

      But the fellow who couldn't "pop the question" to "a noble girl," would not deserve to get her, and we think the noble girl would say the same.

      The above selections are by no means the best we could have given. They are selected at random, and chiefly because they admit of selection without injuring the sense of their meaning. In other instances it would have been necessary to quote the poems entire, and this, of course, was neither desirable nor practicable in the small space at command.

      The author of these poems is not unknown in Boston and throughout the New England States. It would be an encouragement to her to find that her efforts were not without promise of reward, and confident we are that those who spend a dollar in purchasing this handsome volume will not regret it. We have all a duty to discharge in the encouragement of Catholic writers and here is an excellent chance.

      The work is beautifully brought out by the spirited publishers, McGowan & Young, of Portland, Me. It is printed on the finest paper, well and handsomely bound, gold lettered and red edges. It has a dedication so brief and beautiful that we give it entire. It is a little poem in itself. Here it is: —

"To My Beloved Father and Mother."

      Were it possible to reveal even a little of what this abdication means, and what it conceals, the effort of Margaret E. Jordan would reap a rich return for literary labors performed under trying circumstances. Our beautiful singer could not well refrain from writing about "Gethsemane." Her devotion and her love to our Suffering Lord must needs find its vent among the trees of Mount Olivet!

      Procure a copy of "Echoes from the Pines," and the sweet music and balsamic odor will be deliciously refreshing and grateful to every sense.

P. McC.

      Musings from Foreign Poets

THE PEARL AND THE SONGFrom the German of Ebert

      The million-tinted pearl of ocean

      Lies shrined within its mortal shell,

      And sails the deep in wavy motion,

      Responsive to each tidal swell.

      These songs of mine that shell resemble

      Freighted with tears, in ebb and flow,

      Like to the shell they float and tremble

      On the wild ocean of my woe.

THE MODERN MUSEFrom the Italian of Leopardi

      While still a youth and all aflame

      With fire poetic, I became

      A pupil of the Muses nine;

      One took my hand in kindly mood,

      And led me to the inner shrine —

      The secret workshop, where apart,

      In silence and in solitude,

      They wrought the marvels of their art.

      The Muse then showed me, one by one,

      And in minute detail outlined

      The various tasks to each assigned;

      I listened, marvelling much the while;

      "Pray, Muse," I asked, "where is the file?"

      She answered lightly as in scorn,

      "The file is rusted and outworn,

      'Tis used no more in prose or rhyme."

      "But why not mend it if 'tis broken?"

      Lightly again the words were spoken,

      "The fact is, friend, we have no time!"

PRAYER OF THE POORFrom the French of Lamartine

      O Thou who dost thine ear incline

      Unto the lowly sparrow's nest,

      And hear'st the sighs of flowers that pine

      For dews upon the mountain's crest!

      Divine Consoler of our woes!

      Thou dost the hidden hand perceive

      That on the poor a coin bestows

      To buy the bread by which they live.

      Thou givest, as Thou deemest best

      To mortals, wealth or poverty,

      That, springing from their union blest,

      Justice might live and charity.

      To know the hearts, be this Thy care,

      Who thus their kindly gifts dispense,

      That in the treasures they may share

      Of Thy all-bounteous providence.

      We know not those for whom we pray,

      They are beheld of Thee alone;

      Their right hand's gifts from day to day,

      Are ever to their left unknown.

      The plan to unite Paris and London with pneumatic tubes has been reported on favorably by French engineers, and submitted to the Government. It is proposed that two pneumatic tubes be laid, following the line of the Northern Railroad from Paris to Calais, thence across the channel to Dover, and following the line of the South-Eastern Railroad to London. Letters could thus be transmitted between the two capitals in one hour. Wagonets like those now used to transport telegrams from Paris are used, weighing ten kilograms and capable of carrying five kilograms weight of mail matter. Twenty pneumatic trains are to be started every hour.

      Erin on Columbia's Shore

BRIGHT INCIDENTS OF CORRELATIVE IRISH HISTORY

      That history repeats itself in many and sometimes mysterious ways, is rather interestingly illustrated in a talk with Mr. Denis McGillicuddy, of Medford. This gentleman emigrated from Ireland to America about forty years ago, and in the meantime has been a prominent builder and contractor. His works include the construction of nineteen Catholic Churches, among them in 1870-1, St. Augustine's Church of South Boston, and also the mansion of Archbishop Williams and his priests near the Cathedral in this city. His story links two countries together in its detail, though centuries and three thousand miles of ocean divide them, and the incidents he related yesterday to the writer, as follows:

      "When I read the account of the truly Christian celebration of Christmas in St. Augustine's Church, South Boston, it brought to my mind an incident in connection with the building of that beautiful and elaborately finished edifice and its worthy pastor, Rev. Father O'Callaghan, which I should think might very well interest the general reader; but it certainly ought to be interesting to those who familiarize themselves with comparisons in history. Among the artisans employed on St. Augustine's, when in process of erection, were four men bearing the historic names of O'Keefe, O'Sullivan, O'Falvey and O'Connell. Now, sir, in the Annals of Ireland, by the Four Masters, we find that Ceallachan (Callaghan), a celebrated warrior of the Erigenian race, was King of Cashel in the tenth century, and having defeated the Danes in several battles, Sitric, who was then chief of the Danes, in Dublin, made proposals of peace to the King of Munster. Ceallachan went to Dublin on that mission accompanied only by his body-guard, and one or two friends. On his arrival there, his party was treacherously attacked, and Ceallachan was taken prisoner, – the entire proceedings, on the part of the barbarians being a conspiracy to get Ceallachan, their formidable opponent, into their power. The Munster (South of Ireland) chiefs, in order to release their king from captivity, collected a powerful force, numbering over

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