AN GAODHAL.
89
We would state for the information of students
that the orthography of many words in this sermon
is archaical and not used in modern spelling.
In the fourth paragraph from the bottom Father
Carroll gives a gente hint to some "High-school
officials for their dilatoriness in introducing the tea¬
ching of Irish in them, on the flimsy pretext of the
paucity of professors competent to teach Irish. The
pretext is a fraud Here are Irish scholars as com¬
petent to teach Irish as the professors in their col¬
leges are to teach English, Latin, French, etc —
Reverends Thos. J. Fitzgerald. Brooklyn, N. Y. P
H. O'Donnell, Waterford. N. Y., D. J. Murphy,
Phila. Pa., P. C. Yorke, San Francisco, Cal, and
M. P. Mahan, of Boston diocese. And lay profess¬
or to no end.
AN DORSAN & AN t-ASAL.
Vocabulary.
scaoith, flock, sgee-ah.
bárr, out-do, top, crop, baw-ur.
breith, take; give birth to, breh.
d'fhiafruigh, did ask, dheer-hi.
cothughadh, food of support, ko-hoo.
nimh, poison, nhiv.
Ag clos d'Asal scaoith dorsan
ag seinim, bhí sé an t-sásta leis an g¬
ceol, ⁊ ag cur roimhe dá bh-feudfadh
sé, bárr a bhreith ortha, d'fhiafruigh díobh
cia air ar choithighdear a rinne a seinm
cho milis sin. Nuair d'innsigheadar dhó
nár choithigheadar ar éinnidh ach drúchd,
thug an t-Asal é fhéin do 'n bhiadh ceud¬
na ⁊ go goirid d'eug sé le uchras.
'Sé biadh aon fhir nimh fhir eile.
Translation.
THE ASS and THE GRASSHOP¬
PER.
AN ASS hearing some Grasshopp¬
ers singing, was delighted with the
music, and determined, if he could,
to rival them, asked them what it
was that they fed upon to make
them sing so sweetly? When they
told him that they supped upon
nothing but dew, the Ass betook
himself to the same diet, and soon
died of hunger.
One man's meat is another man's
poison.
AIR, SAW FROM THE BEACH.
No place in the world like matchless green Erin,
Her verdure unfading remain to be seen,
The blooming hawthorn her fresh laurels to earn,
Sends forth her sweet odor to enliven the scene ;
The lark and linnet sweet songs are exchanging,
The blackbird serenading his dear ones with glee,
The thrush in the valley sweet notes is rehearsing
The white trout unceasingly sports in the lee.
But sad to look on the glad summer decaying,
Then sweet bloom is fading, and winter sets in,
The rose of the valley, when blushes are failing,
Is anxious to leave, and don't care for her kin;
Thus with my vigor and strength both forsak'd me,
Melancholy seized me — it was vain to resist —
In exile from friends without youth to sustain me,
Alas! I am aged, and I had to desist.
Farewell to dear Erin, she is my affection sincerely
No friendship awaits me away from her shore,
Farewell to her martyrs, they lov'd our Lord dearly
With his true cross he saved them his name we adore,
Farewell to her sons, now in heavily keeping,
Farewell to her people bereaved of their homes,
Farewell to the graves where our fathers lie sleep¬
ing,
Farewell to the green sedge that shelters their bones
There are prayers without blessing for the tyrants
of Erin,
They’ve banished her legions south, west, north and
[east,
From homes where morals and sanctity reigned in.
There nothing remain now but the foreigner's beast
Friends and companions who in young days did
greet us,
They are old and feeble or, alas ! lying low
After ages of torture from a monster most hideous,
Ireland's left weeping and her heart's blood to flow
With untold slaughter and horor the despotic demon
Has tortured poor Erin and martyr'd her creed,
With pitch cap and gallows, his infernal creation,
He has wasted the nation and trampled her breed.
When the bloodthirsty Saxon is banished from Erin
Her green flag yet stainless shall once more be free
"With true men like on men,” Red Knight sons
of Erin,
For the tyrants desolation all men will agree.
CONNACHT RANGER
Every Irishman should be as so¬
licitous to circulate Gaelic litera¬
ure as he would to promote his
personal enterprises; had this ob¬
tained, Ireland would have a diffe¬
rent story to tell
