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Show j m . , i 1 I I LATEST IRISH NEWS. J I . From The PHot. ( 1 ' Antrim. I The death occurred Feb. 17 of the I cry Rev. John Macaulay, P. P.. at his I residence, Holyrood House, Belfast. I Father Macaulay was born in Ra- j jiaghan in 1829. and after studying in I Ft. Patrick's seminary, Arnagh, and ipt. Malachy's college, Belfast, he entered en-tered Maynooth on the 26th of August, Au-gust, 1840. He was ordained in Clarendon Cla-rendon Street church. Dublin, by the Most Rev. Dr. Whelan in 1S33. His first curacy " was in Belfast, where he collected large sums of money for the it establishment of the Convent of Mer- cv and St. Patrick's orphanage. For upwards of twenty years Father Macaulay Ma-caulay officiated as parish priest of St. Mathew's, Ballymocarret, from which he retired a few years ago owing ow-ing to advanced years and bad health. Cork. Mr. David Lee, a well known worker work-er in stone, and foreman of Mr. J. J. Coffey of Middleton, the builder of that "town .died suddenly at Midleton Feb. IT. The Rev. Thomas J. Leahy. S. J. brother of John P. Leahy. Adelaide Terrace. St. Luke's. Cork, died Feb. 10 et St. Patrick's jollege, Melborune, Australia, Deny. 4 Sir Henry Hervey Bruce, third baro net, formerly M. P. for Coleraine, who died Dec. 8 last, aged 87, left estate valued at 47,592 gross, the net personality per-sonality being sworn at 5,368. Down. Mr. Peter Russell, D. C, Tollymore, I INewcastle, a staunch Nationalist, and ho was connected with every patriotic patri-otic movement for the benefit of his native land since the days of '67, died Feb. 20, to the sorrow of a wide circle. Dublin. Mr. P. J. Smyth of Dublin, a veteran Journalist, for many years a member of the municipal council, and formerly former-ly connected . with the Dublin Nation and "Zozimus, died on Feb. 13. Fermanagh. The death has occurred a, Coagh, Ennisklllen, of Mr. John Kerr, J. P., who farmer very extensively, and was noted far the fine quality of cattle he raised. He was a familiar figure on the local bench, and formerly was a member of County grand Jury. Galway. Sister Mary Vincent Irwin died at the I "Convent of Mercy, Galway, on Feb. 18, In her 90th year. Sister Mary Vincent, !Iwho was a daughter of the late Colonel Col-onel Irwin, has left as a member of the Order of Mercy a record of noble work extending over sixty-seven years. "When the dread cholera swept over the country and decimated the population she exerted herself hero-j Ically to succor the sufferers, and I train in 1847 she labored night, and j day to help thet starving peasantry. I Kildare. . J The recent death of Mr. Richard J. I McKenna at his residence, Kearneys- I town, Hazlehateh, was heard of with I profund regret by his numerous I friends in the Counties Kildare and I Dublin. I , Limerick. Rev. Brother E. A. Collins, a mem-W mem-W of the Limerick. Community of the Christian Brothers, celebrated his golden jubilee on Feb. IS. and had the happiness of receiving on the occasion occa-sion from His Holiness, Pope Pius X, tlie Apostolic Benediction. Tipperary. Much regret is felt in Clonmel at the, departure of the Rev. Brother M. X. Weston, superior of Clonmel High school and SS. Peter and Paul's Chris-' Chris-' tian Brothers' schools. The shattered condition of his health, consequent on liis arduous work for the last six years in bringing the famous group of Fchools. over which he so ably presided, pre-sided, to the present degree of effl-I effl-I ciency. rendered a chance and a r-t I necessary. ! Waterford. I Much regret is left at the death of ! Mr. James Hcarne, principaj of the j , well known firm of Messr. Harne & Co., AVaterford. Mr. Hearne was flbout 50 yeffrs of age, had .been lving JU for some time past at his residence t "Westcliffe, Tramore. He was a broth- er of the Rev. Henry Hearne C C 1 Terenure. Dublin, and the Rev. V? F. Hearne, rector of St. Helens, Lancashire, Lan-cashire, England. Wexford. I Dr. John Crean of Wexford, one of ! the most skilful and esteemed physi cians of the south of Ireland, died on leb. 17, in Sandycoove. Kingstown, Dublin, to the regret of legions of lnends and admirers. Westmeath. The Rev. Francis J. Callan, the beloved be-loved curate of Delvin, died at Kings-court Kings-court Feb. 18, to the sorrow of the en- tire county. Wicklow. The death has occurred at Arklow cf Mr. John Ryan, who was actively Ironnected with the Fenian movement In '67 and was also a prominent supporter sup-porter of Mr. Parnell, and spent twelve months' imprisonment during I the ear'y stages of the land agitation I n(3 WE,s one of the Coolgreany evicted I tenants. I Dear Harp of My Country. ! I. I. Dear harp if my country, in darkness I found thee. The cold chain on silence had hung over thee long. When proudly, my own Island harp I ( unbound'-thee. !And gave all thy chords to light freedom and song! The warm lay of love and the licht note of gladness Have wakened thy fondest, thv liveliest live-liest thrill; ' But so oft hast thou echoed the u-n-n ! sigh of sadness. That rvpri in thy mirth it will tea from thee still. II. Dear harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers. This sweet wreath of song is the la.-t we shall twine; Go sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers. Till touched by some hand less unworthy un-worthy than mine. J If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or I lover, I Have throbb'd at our lay, "tis thy I glory alone; f I was but as the wind passing heed- I lessly over, I And all the wild sweetness I wak'd I was thy own, - y-nnwi.)tiii,J,. 1 i ii The Irish Wife. (Earl Desmond's Apology.), 1876. I would not give my Irish wife For all the dames of Saxon land, I would not give my Irish wife For the Queen of France's hand; . For she to me is dearer Than castles strong, or lands, or life An outlaw, so I'm near her, To love till death my Irish wife. Oh, what would be this home of mine? A ruined hermit-haunted place, But for the light that still will shine Upon its walls from Kathleen's face! What comfort in a mine of gold? What pleasure in a rowal life? If the heart within lay dead and cold, If I could not wed my Irish wife. I knew the laws forbade the banns, I knew my King abhored her race; Who never bent before their class Must bow before their ladies' grace. Take all my forfeited domain, I cannot wage with kinsmen strife Take knightly gear and noblename, And I will keep my Irish wife. My Irish wife has clear blue eyes, My heaven by day, my stars by night. And twin-like, truth and fondness lie Within her swelling bosom white. My Irish wife has golden hair Apollo's heart had once such strings ' Apllo's self might pause to hear Her birdlike carol when she sings. I would not give my Irish wife For all the dames of the Saxon land; I would not give my Irish wife For the Queen of France's hand. For she to me is dearer Than castles strong, or lands, o life; In death I would lie near her, And rise beside my Irish wife. Thomas D'Arcy McGee. Not Interested In What Shakespeare Said. United States Senator Aldrich tells the following anecdote concerning a certain member of the bar: "This lawyer, with a terrible frown at a witness who had just been handed to him for cross-examination, said: " 'You say you made an examination of the prsmises. Tell us again, sir, and I warn you that you had better tell us carefully, Just what you found there.' "The witness, not at all awed, said lightly: "'Oh, nothing of any consequence. A beggarly account of empty boxes, as Shakespeare says.' "The lawyer struck the table a crashing blow. " 'Never mind-- what Shakespeare says, sir,' he roared. 'He willbe summoned sum-moned and can testify for himself in due course if he knows anything about this case.' " , Three Good Ones. Tne conversation turned on big feet, when one of the company said he believed be-lieved his pal Smith would take some beating in that line. "I was out walking with Smith one day when he slipped down with the soles of his boots pointing to a grocer's window. The grocer rushed out to inquire in-quire who was " putting the shutters up." "That's pretty fair," said a soldier who was present, "but a fellow in our company beat it hollow. After a sharp fight with the enemy we were obliged to retreat, when, on looking back, we saw one of our men standing upright on the field. The fact was the poor fellow had such big feet that he never fell down when he was shot." " "Well," said a hose dealer who sat in the corner, "that's rather tall; but let me have a try. A fellow came down to our stables the other day in a hurry to hire a horse for a journey he was going on. Til take that one,' said he, pointing to a horse in the yard. 'Why, there isn't a man in the world can ride that animal,' I said. 'He'll work in a cart or plow, but no one can stay on his back.' 'I'll try him, anyway,' any-way,' said the stranger, as he sprang into the saddle. I expected to see him pitched off, but the horse looked around, saw the man's feet, and trotted quietly off. He thought he was between be-tween a pair of shafts." Tit-Bits. Nothing in a Name. There is a certain commercial traveler trav-eler who cannot adapt himself to his surroundings, and as a chronic hotel grumbler he is known from east to west. He was dining in one of the hostel-ries hostel-ries which he was in the habit of frequenting. fre-quenting. The waiter was possessed of an optimism unusual for one weighted with the responsibilities of his position and served the soup, fish and roast with equanimity and poise. At the dessert the traveling man waxed irritable and sarcastic. "Look here," he said. "This pudding pud-ding is on the bill of fare as 'ice cream pudding,' and there Isn't any ice, nor is there any cream in it." The waiter, in a tone of great patience, pa-tience, replied: "That's all right, sir. There's nothing noth-ing in names. If we serve you with Washington pie, it's no sign there's a picture of the capitol on every piece, and when we bring you college fritters there Isn't a term's tuition in advance thrown in. Any cheese with your pie, sir?" Care for the Nails. Unshapely nails cannot be made beautiful in a night, but weeks of constant con-stant care will bring into prominence the half moons always seen on pretty nails, and will make broad finger tips less homely. Getting the- nails flexible Is the first process in improving their shape, and this work is accomplished largely by the use of grease. For this purpose glycerine or sweet almond oil is excellent, excel-lent, for both are so penetrating. As with all toilet work, the be.u results re-sults will be obtained by taking' the treatment at night before going to bed. so the cure will go on whilj one rests. If the object of this is to improve the shape of the nails or only to better bet-ter the general condition, these rules should be followed: Prepare a bath of warm, soapy water. Into this the finger tips should be thrust and kept in for about five minutes. At the end of that time each finger should be wiped separately, pushing the skin from the top to the base to help loosen the old flesh. A droD of oi! is then put around the bottom of each nail,'' that the cuticle may not harden. This clone, gently push back the cuticle about the baser St. Louis Republic. The Boys of Wexford. We bravely fought and conquered At Ross, and Wexford town; And, if we failed to keep them, 'Twas drink that brought us down. We had no drink beside us On Tubber'neering day, v Depending on the long bright pike, And well it worked its way! We are the boys of Wexford, Who fought with heart and hand To burst in twain the galling chain And free our native land! They eaYfte into the country Our blood to waste and spill; But let them weep for Wexford, And think of Quiart Hill! 'Twas drink that still betrayed us Of them we had no fear; For every man could do his part Like Forth and Shelmalier! We are the boys of Wexford, Who fought with heart and hand To burst in twain the galling chain And free our native land! Irish Hearts. No treason we bring from Erin nor bring we shame nor guilt, The sword we hold may be broken, but we have not dropped the hilt; The wreath we bear to Columbia is twisted of thorns, not bays: And the songs we sing are saddened by thoughts of desolate days. But the hearts 'we bring for Freedom are washed in the surge of tears; And we claim our right by a people's fight outliving a thousand years. John Boyle O'Reilly. Make a Note of It. This is a motto which is roplacin-j the once popular "Do it now", suggestion. sugges-tion. One woman, who is a wonder to her friends for the great amount of work which she accomplishes without hurrying or fretting, gives this as her method of accomplishing results: "I have a note, book in every room in the house. In it is entered a note abDut any matter in that particular room which needs attention, but which cannot can-not be done at the moment it is noticed. no-ticed. This reaches to such irkles as cleaning gloves, sewing buttons on boots, putting a clean paper on a shelf, a brief note to be written, a telephone tel-ephone call." This list is carefully gone over as' often as circumstances permit, and there are few better regulated re-gulated households. It is hard work at first to put down all the little nacds, and harder still to resolutely get out the. list, do the things called for and check off, one by one, until a clean slate remains, but it pays to do it. Chicago Inter-Ocean. |