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A J.IFE OF FELIX MENDELSSOHN. Ai/moiuni ...
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122a The Leadejl [Saturday ,
122 a THE LEADEjl [ Saturday ,
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We should do our utmost to encourage the Beautiful , encourages itself . —Goethe . ¦ . ¦ '
" Aist, Misther, Aisy; It's Jokin' You A...
" Aist , Misther , aisy ; it ' s jokin' you are , . sure , spakin' of Providence to an Irishman ; it ' s like tellin' a hungry man about hisgran ' -faither ' s fine dinners Didn ' t you never hear how Providence wouldn ' t stay in the counthry along wid the Orangemen ?—it ' s as thrue as that wanst there was kings in Ireland of our own blood and bones , that Father Murphy spakes about . Them was the days , when we had kings and a Providence to look afther us—when our best crop wasn ' t childeiy and there niver come mouths but there was praties to fill them ! It ' s jokin' you are , Misther ! What ! is it afther tellin' me you'd be , that Providence doesn ' t live over the say wid the fine gintlemen , and niver looks in here at all , at all ! Thruth , thin , if we was to wait for
Providence , we would be like Rory waitin' at Dubling for the thram from Limerick to Cork ! Didn't you niver hear what happened to Phelim O'Conor , whose daughter was the purty girl you was winkin * at ? ( Sure , thin , an' it ' s not blushin' you are , to find we have eyes ?) Faith , an' I'll tell you the story . You , see , Phelim was comin' home by the King ' s Moss one night as light-headed as a lamp-post , an * as merry ^ and lively as a lark , whirstlin' tunes whiles , and repatin' patheranavies if a lonesome thought come across him ; but few of them did . All at wanst . it sthruck him to veesit his ould friend McCarthy , whose house was a quarther of a mile off the road , —and by the same token he forgot his friend had gone to Austhralia . So , you see , he laves the road , and sthrikes across country for the house ; an' when he gets there he knocks , callin' out , ¦? It ' , Phelim O'Conor , so don ' t be disturbed , my darlin ' , ' and divil a one wasthere to answer him . So , Misther , he knocks and knocks for some time , sittin' down
for the convayniance of it on the door-step , where the whusky sent him asleep , and sure when he waked up it was the blissed morning' !—an' that was the way that he got the reumatis he died * of , —rest his ould bones ! Isn ' t it the blissid thruth I ' m tellin' the gintleman , Kory , as if it came from Father Murphy himself ? \ No , no , Misther ; if we don ' t come up wid Providence on the straight road , we best not turn off it to look afther him . What is the matther with the counthry at this minute , but the reumatis that she gotten sittin' down by her bogs and waitin' on Providence;—more belike she will die of it—the poor ould creture ! What ! is it afther conthradictin' me you'd be ?—an' a purty opinion you must have of Providence , if you think he ' s been lookin' afther Ireland this eight hundhred years , an' made such a mess of it ! Bad luck to you , Misther , it ' s ashamed you ought to be for spakin' in that way , though I says it as knows little about Providence . Faith , an' there ' s a hundree' years on to Misther ' s purgathory for that !—eh , Rory ?
" Belave in purgathory ? Yes , an' bedad you'd betther be afther doin' the same ; but I niver mate araysonable gintleman , did you , Rory ?—they was all made dificiant in rayson , and got the land to make [ up for it ! Faith , here ' s Misther jokin' again ! How can T tell you about purgathory that have niver been there ?—thruth , an' you'll know about it time enough am thinkin' . But maybe you will be goin' to the other place right on , like a thrue Prothestant ; it wouldn't be purlite , Rory , would it , to keep the gintleman waitin' ? Which is the other place ? Why will you be askin' about it , that have so many friends of your own there ? Sure , thin , you ' spakin' for the sake of it . Well , if you must know , it ' s the place for—Prothestants , an' propriethors , an' if you ' re the one or the other , Jasus —blessed be his name—and Father Murphy protect you ! Belave in Father
Murphy ? That ' s like your way of spakin' about Providence . Ugh ! I wonder where hall * of the praties an' the Avhole of the rint goes ? Belave in Father Murphy ' Plaise don ' t be blasphamious , if none of your kind niver was raysonuble . Oh , Rory nmcushla , here ' s Misther not scehf we ' re jokin ' him ! But listen ; you'll hear the whole blissed thruth about me and Father Murphy , and thin you'll know if I belavc in him . " I was wanst at D -, that I , wint to , to buy ribbans for my purty Kate Devlin , that ' s now the wife of my busom , but my sweet ' art that thin was . The weather was fine and frosty , and the wind keen , niakin' the pint of my nose as red ^ as my neekereheef ; brusk weather , with blue and white the only cullers on the ground and sky , and I ray died the town , by runniu ' and sliddin ' , half nu hour before I expected ; and faith , when I did , it ' s
ready I wa « for a dhraiu o' pottheen to drive the could from my nose and fingers ; so sure I turned into the ' Irishman Rampint' to have one . It ' s not in the middle of the glass I stopped that mornin ' , nor at the botthum nayther , for I dhrunk right on to the end of the . second ; and thin I was comfortible . To eomplate my recovery I stamped wid my feet and sthrtiek my hands aecro . ss , undlicr my oxtars , an' over imy slumldhcra , an ' all the time I was winkin' at purty Alary thai , sawed the pottheeu ; when what should 1 hear from the room inside but the voice of Father Murphy spakin' of Rory Riggau—that ' s me , Misther—and laughing jit me as if I . was the best joke in the world . ' Whisht , ' says 1 , ' Mary dnrhn , whisht , and let me hear what liis rayvcrence has to . say of me tjii . s mornin ' . ' So I goes aisy , and " claps my car to the . knyhole , listening au < l holdiu' up my linger to Mary
to be <| uate . ' Finish your glass , ' . says Father Murphy to his friend . ' Finish your glass , Pet her , and it ' s myself will pay for another ; sure , it ' s only a year I'll have to put on to Rory ' s piirgathory , an' the poor boy -will soon buy it oft" agin , ' says he . ' Thruth , ' nays Pother , ' an' it ' s right you art ! , brother Murphy ; an' it ' s purgaihory we could niver do wid out , ' says be ? , 1 s betther nor tides ( tithes ) an' an ostablishinint , ' says he , ' but \» it , thrue that Rory is goin' to bti married . ? ' ' Faith , thin , ' says Father Murphy , ' ' it ' H too thrue ; but it's myself that ' s sorry for it , ' says he , ' for when the childer come , and it ' s the , big pot they put on the fire , ( livil a half of what I get out , of him will I . get , ' says be . ' Here ' s to purgathory ! ' nays Pelhcr , illmnkin' his i > Iubs dry ; ? and may its fires niver tiiiinch , ' Bays he , and the
people always belave in it . ' -. * Whee-ee-wuT says I , whirstlin ' , ' the top of the mornin' you , Father Murphy , an' be d- —d if Rory Riggan is the fool you take him for , ' says I . An' wid ^ that I buttons my coat up , claps my hat on my head , and walks off * wid my stick ; an ' , by japers , that was the last I heard of Father Murphy ' s sermons ! . . " Didn't I not-tell ' ¦ . that . I . pay my tides ? what more would you be askin' about ? Sure thin , an' ' I wish I hadn't to do it . Why , do yourself belave in the voluntar seestem ? I never knewn what it was . You see when I pay my tides I can ' t help it , and when I used to pay Father Murphy it was ' can't help it , ' all the same ; the parson had an Act of Parlimin / and the iest had What othseestem is there of
pr pnrgathory . er gettin' our money , that you call the voluntar seestem ? Lavin' it Xntirely to myself sure thin I'd lave the money intirely in my pockit . Thrust me , Misther , for a knowlidge of the humane crature ; depmd upon it he ' raysonab le at botthum , an' only gives when he expects to have valee recaved ! But Misther , tell me what the Prothestants say for thimselves anint their establishmint , for of coorse they ' re raysonable cratures ? What ! that they must extermainite Popery—thruth , thin , they may take credit for the work , an' that ' s jist what the Papists want to do to them . ^ By japers , the Prothestants and Papists are like rival docthors , each wantin ' -to pison the . other in ordher to get the whole practice ; but , bedad , it ' s too bad of the Prothestant docthor to make the Papist pay for the pison !
" I ' m an industhrious man , Misther , an ' ^ pays my rint an' tides , sn'do every other thing that's honest or accordin' to law ; an' there ' s some as would wish me undher the ground for it ; an' it ' s not but there's some rayson in them too . The Prothestants an' propriethors isn ' t what they ought to be , more nor the Papists and priests . Did I ever shoot a propriethor ? Why , thin , an' no I niver did ; but it ' s many a one of their breed that I've knewn put out of the way with satisfaction to iny heart . I niver hears of a
proprietor ' s beein' shot but I says ' Glory be to God—Amin ! ' for you see , Misther , it ' s a eight hundhred years' fight we ' ve been " carry-in' on , and worsted in it always ; for , thrue to spake , Providence is on the side of the English . What can I think of Providence for keepin ' on that side ? Thruth , thin , I don t think ofhim at all ; he always sides with the strongest am thinkin ' , and if we was to be the strongest he would be with us , and thin , as Father Murphy says , who could be aginst us ? In the mane time we must do our best for ourselves widout him , an' divil a thing is there for it but to shoot
propriethors . Shockin' ! What s shockin' ? Isn t it shockin' to be forcin ' the money from the poor boys to feed and clothe in luxury hell-fire heretics ? Did you niver hear the like of that , -which is no more justice bekaise it is law , than Mulligan is just , bekaise he ' s a lawvier ' . Shockin' ! by japers , this is what ' s shockin ' . 1 here was Paddy Conor lived down by ther , e , a dacent , industhrious man , wid a faamily of seven , and his wife Judy , what bored them , and at the time I ' m spakin' , she was goin' about wid the eiirhth—blessed be the Father of all ! It was the time of the
pratie deseese , and we all was very bad off , but Paddy ^ had more childer than praties , poor boy , and it was by the kindness of his neeboors that life was kept in him and his . Well , sure enough , his rint fell due , and he couldn ' t pay it , as I say , and they was resolved to make him , or else dhrive him out of the counthry . Now , I say they was wrong . How can a man can what he cannot can ; could you , or me , or another one do what we couldn't do ? Thruth , thin , and we could not . But the propriethor couldn ' t see that , or if be did , he wouldn ' t belave it , which comes to the same . Well , one could frosty night , when the * winds was whirslin' like dirils over the counthry , comes the agents of the propriethor and dhrives Paddy and his out of their house , and took the roof of it , and threw down the sides , and put fire to the furniture—all in the name of the blissed Acts of Parlithem that took
mint ; an , ' hell conshume them , they said they'd do the same to the poor tilings in . Well , it was that night , that an ould friend of Padd y ' —I'll not name names , saw Paddy , heartbroken in the could , repatin pathenanavies on his knees by his poor Judy—rest her sowl— -who ' was dyin' before him , by the bare hedge , of the child she was barin' him ; while the rest of the childer was shiverin' about her ; their skin red wid the wind , and not juice enough in their bodies to enable them to shed tears ; an'he aaw her die , as I say , an' a day or two afther , sure , Paddy and his were scattered like leeves from a tree that the wind forced off , and thin drave away ; and it was as if no one cared for them ; but—Paddifs friend shoot the propriethor / Och ! bother your raysonin ' . about it , it's niver in nature U > stand it , whativcr be the Acts of Parlimint ; und depind upon it , Misther , undher an Irishman's could-bloodidness there ' s always a warm heart I
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A J.Ife Of Felix Mendelssohn. Ai/Moiuni ...
A J . IFE OF FELIX MENDELSSOHN . Ai / moiuni avc agree with Mr . Benedict in regretting " that a satisfa ( 'tor > and complete biography of ho eminent a genius should not ; yet have Ih' < - produced , " en attendant the production of that hums UttcraruiH , ' n s » Uisl »^ lory and coiuplcte biography , " we are heartily glad to see that his . owa « n pretending but effective and sympathetic Memoir of the Life suul " f ) * '' ' ° the late Felix Mendelssohn liartholdy has reached a second edition . / f ^ the truth , our experience does not render us sanguine on the nub )<¦*?< ' ° ^ satisfactory and complete' biography of any human being , and the ij x Felix Mendelssohn emmot b < , ' done' by any one , merely because he ii «« idea that ' it would sell , ' like the Lives of Queens und Princesses-- <; ' " ' ccllors and Judges— Poimlur Peers and PoetsNeither a musical « ru » iiiMii iiiiu # iui / iiui
. ;; » « uuj ^» : m— . 1 omuai i eeiS ailil J . oeiri . jLN i * '" . . j ( with a pretty talent for literary composition , nor a literary £ ) 0 ! nlin V ^| , jfl a taste for music—up to concert pitch — would reach ' the height <» ^ ^ p-esit argument . ' It requires a literary artist , with a large bnini < l ^ . ( ifl j loving heart , who can bring to the task a very uncommon amount or in " | r ( ijy science . The , biographer of Mendelssohn must appreciate not only tl « e ^ . ^ beautiful organisation , the pure and noble , successful and glorious 'i / (! ' ^ artist , but also the real merit of his works , and their true position « " <
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Leader (1850-1860), Dec. 17, 1853, page 20, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_17121853/page/20/
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