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vice too, as will neither have the wisdom of a Nestor, nor the inspiration of a Daniel. As the spirit of industry is already spreading its beneficent effects through Ireland, let her sons lay aside their religious dissensions, and simultaneously devote their labour to the patriotic task of cultivating their native land, and bringing into operation her vast commercial, manufacturing, and agricultural resources, which will make her a prosperous and flourishing nation.

Let no one infer, nor construe from the import of this article, that we have the remotest intention, either by design, or implication, to cast a shade of obliquious censure on the conduct and motives of the gentlemen constituting the Emigrant Society. Far be such an unworthy design from our thoughts. Under their salutary and active management, applicants to the office, may depend on fair and equitable justice.

LADY MORGAN'S FORTHCOMING NOVELS.

We are happy to announce to our readers, that early in the month of June last, as we learn from the new MONTHLY MAGAZINE, a new historical romance, in 3 vols. entitled "Geraldine of Desmond;" or Ireland in the reign of Elizabeth; was published by Mr. Colburn, of London.

The tyrannic and peculating government of Elizabeth in Ireland, is no doubt exhibited by her ladyship, in the strongest Basso relievo of historical sculpture. There is not that being in existence better acquainted with Irish history, than our great and gifted countrywoman, so that we shall have in this work, graphic and accurate portraits of the cruel and rapacious Cootes, Binghams, Coles, Chichesters, Gores, Taylors, Clements and the other sanguinary adventurers, who stained the coronets of the Virgin Queen in Irish blood. We shall give a review of the work in our next.

Another Romance from the vived and luxuriant pen of her Ladyship, called the Book of the Boudoir is announced as ready for the press.

For the copyright of these two works, it is said, she has received 4000 Guineas.

OSSIAN, AND THE EDITOR OF THE N. Y. EVENING POST.

In a recent number of the Evening Post, the learned and accomplished editor of that respectable Journal, was pleased to honour this periodical with a notice. In allusion to our translations from the ancient Irish under the head of " Ossianic Fragments," he says, "they are not however ossianic, or if they are, Macpherson must have taken liberties with his original.

We candidly acknowledge that they are not " Ossianic," but we gave them that title, merely because Mc DAIRY our original author, was emphatically styled, by his cotemporaries, in 1646, the "Second Ossian," in consequence of his felicitous imitations of the Irish Poet-hero. We would respectfully beg leave however, to remind the talented editor of the Evening Post that the FACT of Mr. Macpherson having NO ORIGINAL for those admirable productions of his own, which he unjustly called the " Poems of Ossian," has been established, on immoveable grounds, by David Hume, Sir Alexander Mackenzie, Mr. Laing, Dr. Campbell, Sir Walter Scott, (See his Scottish Borders,) and though last, not least, by the ablest critic of the age, FRANCIS JEFFREY, Esq. These Scottish writers surrendered the sophistical citadel which was raised by Mr. Macpherson and Dr. Blair, and restored the Ossianic laurel to Erin. Indeed, after the tremendous explosion of the mine laid by Dr. Johnson, which shattered the entire fortress of Scotch pretension, it would be the madness of national vanity in these intelligent writers, to claim the Irish Bard any longer. In the course of our history, we shall adduce irrefragable proofs of our legitimate claim, to the honour of giving birth to ossian, and of being the progenitors of the Bruces, the Campbells, the Mac Donalds, Fergusons, and some other of the noblest names that shine in Scottish story. It is to us Scotland is indebted for her ancient language, and her present name, and it was from us she received letters and religion. It was our Fingal, at the head of the Irish militia, emancipated Calidonia from the Roman yoke, in the third century as the venerable Bede, and the erudite Pinkerton, can testify. In fine we can show that Albania was for centuries an Irish colony; and that modern Scotia "was peopled," as Sir Gallaghan says, "with our own hands."

We certainly concede, what candour requires us to admit, that we cannot give elegant translations of Mc. Dairy's poems; because the poetry and music of the Irish are so closely analogous, and the sound so faithful an echo to the sense, that the latter seems to bid defiance to the adaptation of any other language to its melody, and the former would sustain an injury, in its beautiful compounds and harmonious delicacies, if even given in the copious and florid language of MR. BYRANT himself, which is so peculiar for the sweetness of its chadences, and caracteristic aptness for music and poetry.

MR. O'CONNELL.

By the latest Dublin papers arrived in this city, it appears that Mr. O'Connell reached ENNIS, the capital of Clare, at one o'clock, on the morning of the 10th of June. His progress from Dublin to Ennis, was like the triumphant procession of a Roman Conqueror. On his approaching Limerick, he was met by more than 100,000 people, arrayed in their holiday dresses, and carrying garlands of oak and laurel, in their hands, who insisted on dragging his carriage into the city. He harangued the multitude for an hour and a half, whom he earnestly warned and exhorted to obey the laws, and cherish the warmest gratitude for the most liberal English king, that ever had authority in Ireland. From Limerick to Ennis a distance of 23 miles he was accompanied by a Cavalcade of three hundred gentlemen, as the "Limerick guard of honour.' At the town of Six-mile Bridge, which is the halfway post between Limerick and Ennis, Mr. O'Connell was welcomed by more than sixty thousand of the inhabitants of Clare, among whom there were hundreds of protestants. It was ten o'clock at night when he arrived in that picturesque village, so beautifully situated on the river Gearna, which pours its tributary waters into the Shannon. Here Mr. Sheil, Mr. Steele, and Mr. Scott, the celebrated solicitor, were waiting to apprise him of their complete success in effecting the registry of near nine hundred ten pound freeholders, who were all ready to contend under his banner. Without taking the slightest refreshment, he again addressed the people, and inveighed bitterly against the punic faith of Wellington, Peel, and Sir Edward O'Brien, the latter, the father of the sitting member for Clare, who pledged himself to Mr. O'Connell, to give him his support; but said he "broken faith and apostacy, have been the characteristics of that degenerate family from the traitor, Lord Inchiquin, who sold his sovereign to Cromwell, down to Sir Edward." The vast multitude followed the Liberator to Eanis, where on their arrival, they found almost every house illuminated, and the streets full of people, at the early hour of one in the morning. Mr. O'Connell spoke to them, with his usual force and felicity, expressing his sanguine hopes of success, and that the popular principles of Freemen, would give him now, as they did before a decisive victory over" the hacks and underlings of Peel and Wellington."

The popular portion of the English and Irish press is confident of the success of our great Patriot. It was not known in Dublin, on the 9th of June, whether Vesey Fitzgerald or Sir Edward O'Brien's second son, was to be Mr. O'Connell's opponent. We look out with impatience for the arrival of the next packet, which, we hope, will bring glad tidings," to cheer every Irish bosom, and communicate a glowing spark to the enthusiasm of every friend of civil and religious liberty in America.

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HISTORY OF THE CATHOLIC ASSOCIATION.

THAT truly liberal and enterprising London publisher, MR. COLBURN, who so munificently estimates IRISH GENIUS, hasfere this period published Mr. Shiel's history of the Irish Catholic Association. This work is almost asį anxiously looked for, as Moore's life of Byron.

From the poetical eloquence, and graceful style of the author, we may expect a historical performance of unrivalled excellence.

We hope we shall have it, in time for a review in our next number. This work embraces a history of Ireland from 1764, down to the dissolution of the Association.

We hear that Messrs CAREY and LEA of Philadelphia, will published this valuable history in a few days. It will certainly command an immense sale on this continent.

TO THE EDITOR OF THE IRISH SHIELD.

Sir,

The

As an Irishman, let me thank you for your excellent biographical sketch of DERMODY. That sketch I trust will throw new light on the memory of our great but neglected bard in America. interest which every Irishman should take in the SHIELD induces me to send to you the very autograph of LADY MORGAN'S elegiac tribute to the memory of the Irish genius. As I value her Ladyship's autograph, which was never printed,more than any inanimate thing in my possession, you will please take a copy of it, and return it to me by the next mail. I am, with every wish for the success of your work, your friend, BALLYSHANNON.*

Albany, July 18, 1829.

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Since first I caught the day's reflected light,
That GENIUS emanated from his soul;
Or distant follow'd his enthusiast flight,
Or from her fairy dreams a vision stole.
III.

His bud of life was thus but in its spring,

Mine but a germ in nature's bloomy wreath;-
He taught my timid Muse t' expand her wing,
I taught his heart its first fond sigh to breathe.
IV.

And as the sweetly various verse he wove
The minstrel swore his kind'ling fancy stole
Her inspiration from the lip of love,

That gave his lifeless strain a vital soul.

V.

For Fancy o'er his cradled visions threw
The seeds of Poesy's immortal flowers,
Gemm'd his young laurel with Aonian dew,
And shed her influence o'er his earliest hours.
VI.

In sooth he was not one of common mould,

His burning soul on thought's fleet pinions borne, Now sought his kindred heaven sublimely bold; Now stopp'd the woes of kindred man to mourn. VII.

In his dark eye the light of genius shone,

Through the translucent dew of pity's tear ;And sorrow claim'd the minstrel as her own,

By the sad shade she taught his smile to wear. VIII.

Ev'n from his birth the Muse's matchless boy, She gave his lisping strains melodious flow ;And proudly own'd him with a mother's joy, Yet still he call'd himself "the child of wo." IX.

For still the world each finer transport chill'd, That steals tho feeling's nerve, or fancy's dream; And when each pulse to rapture's pressure thrill'd, Experience stampt the soul-alluring beam.

X.

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XIII.

The sport of destiny-rea'ion's heir, [stray'd;-
Froin realm to realm, froin clime to clime he
Check'd by no guardian tie, no parent care,
His heart's wild pulse to nature's touch ne'er
play'd.

XIV.
Yet vain did absence wave the oblivious wand,
One spark still glimmering on his breast to chill,
Illum'd by sympathy's enthusiastic hand,
That erst awak'd his Lyre's responsive thrill.
XV.

Tho' o'er eternity's unbounded space,

The passing thrill of many a year had toll'd And weeping mem'ry each sad change could trace, "And Alps between us rose, and oceans roll'd." XVI.

Yet still the laws immutable and true,

To nature's potent voice-attraction's lawsEach spirit to its kindred spirit drew,

O sweet effects, the fond and final cause.

XVII.

But when long cherish'd hope repos'd its soul,
Upon the bosom of awakened joy ;-
Death from the arms of new-born pleasures stole,
And embryo bliss Anthemac's "Minstrel Boy."
XVIII.

Oh! had she hover'd o'er thy couch of death,
Or cheered with genial glance thy closing eye;
Recall'd with tender cares thy fleeting breath,
Or caught with tear-strain'd lip thy last faint sigh.
XIX.

It would have been the "luxury of wo,"
And haply thou woulst not reluctant meet
Thy final hour in soft affections glow,

Or change for fev'rish life a death so sweet.

* We tender our sincere thanks to Ballyshannon for the special favour he has conferred upon us. Indeed we are morally certain that the exquisite poem of our unrivalled countrywoman, never saw the light of publicity before, as we never met it in any edition of her works, or in the pages of the Dublin Periodicals. Nor does the late Mr. JOSEPH ATKINSON, the accomplished author of the Excur sion to Killarney, allude to it in his remarks on her Ladyship's incomparable productions. We shall with pleasure comply with his wishes, in our next, by giving a local and historical sketch of Sligo, and Ballyshannon. We have been long looking for the Anthologia, and our kind correspondent will increase the debt of gratitude which we already owe him, if he leaves it for us at the office of the ALBANY ARGUS, whence the polite EDITOR of that respectable journal will be good enough to have it forwarded to us,by one of the Steam Boats.

APELLES AND THE
COBBLER.

A HISTORIC TALE:
Inscribed to COLONEL CRISPIN of the Commercial
Advertiser.

"Ne sutor ultra crepidam."

In Athens, once for science fam'd,

A Painter liv'd, Apelles nam'd.
With nicest touch he form'd each feature,
By art 'tis said he rival'd nature,
So true he gave you gesture, air,
You'd think the man himself was there.
Historians say he'd often venture,
To hear incog the public censure.
With this intent it was, 'tis said,
Behind a portrait snug he laid:
And here conceal'd, he meant to try
What faults were found by passers by.

Assembled critics all agree

The nicest eye no fault could see,
Such grace, such ease, and such command.
Must sure require a master's hand,
A cobbler now, who stood beside it,
(Interdum vulgus recte videt.")
Cries "Sure 'tis clear with half an eye,
That sandal buckles much too high,
A sole like that was never made,
By any man who knew the trade."

The crowd at first would scarce believe
A cobbler could a fault perceive,

Yet faith! 'twas found, on close inspection,
The cobbler's was a just objection.
Elate with praise, the cobbler cries-
"There's no expression in these eyes,

These limbs too want both ease and strength, This hand wants form, this figure ength." Apelles who, we said, was near,

Came forth and whisper'd in his ear,
"You now beyond your skill have gone,

And censur'd things you can't have known.
That fignre, just in ev'ry part,

Is deem'd a master piece of art;
Confine your judgment to your trade,

You there may know where faults are made;-
But take a hint from what has past,
And never judge beyond your last."*

MOSSOP.

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*It is unnecessary to inform a gentleman so deeply read in the antiquarian lore of his country as the Editor of the IRISH SHIELD, that prior to the mission of St. Patrick, St. Albe, one of the disciples of Paladius, built a church in EMLY, on the ruins of which Lanorgan, arch-bishop of Cashel erected a cathedral of great extent and architechtural grandeur, in 803, as appears by its noble and interesting ruins. The only part that has escaped the ravages of time is the choir, kept still in neat order, with stalls, pews, &c. Here was kept formerly, when the youth of Europe visited our country for instruction, a celebrated school, at which not less than fifteen hundred students are said to have been educated at the same time. In the cathedral is an ancient monument, of considerable labour, and elegance of workmanship, belonging to the O'Hurleys.

TIPPERARY:

AND

MONTHLY MILESIAN,

A HISTORIC, LITERARY, AND DRAMATIC JOURNAL.

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The Religion and form of worship of the Pagan Irish.-The reigns of Eachaidh, Cearmna, and Sobhairce, Eochaidh II.—Fiachadh, Eochaidh III, Aongus, Eadhna, Rotheachta, Seadhna, Fiachadh II. Muinheamhoin, and Aldergoid. -Ollamh Fodhla, his glorious reign, institutions, and legislative ordinances: and the National Assembly at Tara.

A. M. 2865. The Celtic religion, of the ancient Irish, was in many respects similar to that of the Jewish Patriarchs.-They worshipped one Supreme Being, in the sacred groves, consecrated to him :-they offered victims to him, and other sacrifices of expiation.-Their ritual was remarkable for its awful simplicity. They worshipped the Sun by the name of Bel, and the Moon, which they placed next to the Sun in reverence for its attributes and nocturnal glory. The class of Druids, who offered the lunar sacrifices, were called Samnothei; they inculcated the doctrine of transmigration and maintained that the soul must be purified in different bodies, before it could enter the celestial mansions of happiness. The religious festival of the Moon was celebrated on the first of November. The temple of the Moon was, we are told, an immense pile, whose ruins are still to be seen at Tlachta, in the County of Meath.-Here, on every eve of November, the votaries of Cynthia assembled in multitudes, to offer adoration, and receive the consecrated fire of Samhuin, or the Moon, from the Druids; for it was deemed an act of enormous impiety to kindle the winter hearths from any other, than the divine flame of the holy altars of Samhain. The tax levied from every house for the Moon-fire brought immense revenues to the Druids.-The Gauls and Britons derived, according to Bede, the principles of their theology from the Irish Druids.* The learned Charles O'Connor says,

"The ancient mode of worship adopted by the Celtic and Scythian nations of Europe, seems evidently to have originated in Ireland. This much, at least, is certain, that the religion of the Gauls, as delivered by Cæsar, an indisputable authority, and such accounts as other writers, Greek and Roman, have furnished us, are in the fullest manner elucidated and confirmed by Irish history."-O'HALLORAN.

"The religion of the Gauls was founded on the same theological principles, as those practised in the ritual of the heathen Irish. What the original celtic religion was, we learn not only from Irish Listory; but from the concurrent testimony of foreign authors VOL. I.-35.

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