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YOUGHALL CHURCH. I do not think we sufficiently appreciate the “Ah!” exclaimed the aged gardener, " it power we enjoy in these our days of easily and was a fine ould ancient place onc't; the warrapidly passing from country to country, ac- dens of the holy church lived and died in it, companied by the actual living beauty of the and a great man, by name Sir Richard Boyle, land, associated with histories of the past; this and another, Sir George Carew, besides the combination of sight and memory makes tra great man entirely, that Queen Elizabeth velling so full of interest, and so delicious to smiled on, who loved the sod' with all his an observant and cheerful spirit. The mere heart ;-and sure he was happy under them power of looking upon the beautiful-of im | trees, dreaming of the goolden country, which bibing its essence of feeling its necessity and brought his head to the block in the end!” fulfilment-of thanking God for its holy and The collegiate church of Youghall is one of purifying influence—is a mighty blessing, the most interesting in the kingdom; part of and then, the memory of a pleasant journey, it is still used for service, but a large portion is in a pleasant country, is
a ruin, and, we fear, one of those which neglect “ A joy for ever.”
is consigning to utter destruction. The east Ireland, so full of beauty and legend—the
| window is considered especially beautiful, alone so actual, the other so suggestive-affords
though its effect is considerably impaired by ample theme for all who wield either pen or
being partially built up. It is divided into two pencil, and YoUGHALL, situated at the mouth
distinct compartments, each consisting of two of the beautiful Blackwater, has an English as
slight mullions, surmounted by open circular well as an Irish immortality; for there Sir
tracery, and terminating in a trefoil ornament. Walter Raleigh lived, and there he held com
These compartments become one window by munion with his friend, the poet Spencer. In
the outside line of their arches uniting in a a garden, still preserved with care and atten
common point over the double massive mullion, tion, it is believed the first potatoes planted
thus made the centre; and the intervening in Ireland took root and flourished,-whether
space is filled up by a Catherine wheel. The for the good or evil of the “ green Island,” is
nave is now used as the parish church; it has a disputed point; I believe it has not been a
six pointed arches, supported by pilasters, with
two transepts and two side aisles. blessing, because it gave a bare animal sub
In the south transept, “ the great Earl " of sistence-a " living” without thought, or skill,
Cork is buried beneath a monument that was or labour, to a people whose ambition did not tend to elevate their comforts.
erected by him during his life-time; he is re« The earth yielded its increase;"
presented in armour, in a recumbent posture;
on each side is a female figure, kneeling (his the potato grew while the mother begged, and two wives), and underneath are figures of his the father delved a master's soil ; and, like the nine children, with the dates of their several squirrel or the mole, they returned to their births. The church is full of curious and horde in the winter, and were abundantly con- remarkable monuments, among which those tent with what, after a few years' residence in of the Boyles and Fitzgeralds are the most other lands, they would spurn.
conspicuous. Since we sate in Sir Walter Raleigh's garden | Now that English capital is, with Engat Youghall, beneath the shadow of the yew lish energy, influence, and example, making trees which, it is pleasant to believe, were way in Ireland, Youghall and its beautiful planted by his hands-pestilence, famine, and neighbourhood cannot fail to attract the atemigration, have swept over the country; its tention of those "producers” who see in a great features remain unchanged; but the plea fine harbour, a rapid river, and a fertile soil, sant faces, the pleasant voices, are gone from the sure means of obtaining wealth, and the us for ever!
thousand blessings that may come with it. The house in which Raleigh lived is still There are few districts in the island, indeed, standing close to the church and the wall of which possess so many beauties, in combination the ancient city. When we were there, it was with so many real and practical advantages ; occupied by Colonel Fount, who carefully pre and Youghall will, we doubt not, ere long, be served all the objects that are associated with familiar to the tourists from all lands. the memory of the gallant but unfortunate knight. It has, however, undergone many
A. M. H. modern“ improvements."
THE ART-INDUSTRY FESTIVALS AT CORK.
ANTISTROPHE a. Genius ! for thy heaven-taught heart
Bring the jewels of thy thoughtPensive Science, keen-eyed Art,
Toil give all thy hand hath wrought.
See to life the marble start !
Raise the song with glad accord..
HOLINESS unto the LORD.
THE newspapers have been full of reports concerning Ireland; and, almost for the first time in its history, the theme has been one of Peace! An Exhibition of the Works of Irish Industry, and the Natural Productions of Ireland, was opened at Cork on the 10th of June, by the Lord Lieutenant, in a building specially erected for the purpose. The structure is one of very considerable elegance; the collection of objects of manufacture highly important; and the fêtes which accompanied the Inauguration were of a nature more than commonly interesting, as associating all parties in the great triumph which their City had achieved. This Exhibition of art and industry is, then, the first successor of the great gathering of the world's wealth in Hyde Park. It will, no doubt, be followed, in time, and in due course, by all the leading cities of the Kingdom ; thus introducing a rational means of enjoyment, and a wholesome stimulus to trade. We therefore look upon the success of this experiment in Cork as an earnest of good to come.
We do not intend to enter upon this topic at length, although the “ natural capabilities” of Ireland may supply us with a rare theme hereafter; but, in recording the event, we desire to print the Inauguration Ode, written by John Francis Waller, (the “Slingsby" of the Dublin University Magazine,) and composed by R. P. Steward, Mus. Doc. This ode was sung by two hundred voices, and its effect was exceedingly grand and effective, in the building, opened for the first time, and for a purpose so entirely good. It is a graceful and vigorous poem-one of the very best of its class which the modern age has produced-doubly beautiful, and doubly welcome, because its theme is so novel, but so truly august. INAUGURATION ODE
Labour of the brain and brow.
Glorify thy Maker now.
EPODE 6. Thine the fulness of the land,
Lord we lay it at thy throne. . In the hollow of thine hand
Thou dost hold the earth thine own., Lauding thee with hearts o'erflowing Who dost make the morn's outgoing Evermore to give thee praise, Lord, to thee our souls we raise. Let Peace and Wealth upon us smile, Bless our Monarch! Bless our Isle !
STROPHE C. Shadows of the deep, long night,
Draping all the moonless sky, Darkest ere the coming light
Of the morning dawns on high
In the vast and mellowed voice
hours; only four and a half of which are Of a Nation's heart, upspringeth,
on ship-boardor rather on board a large and Till with praises heaven ringeth And the Isles rejoice!
comfortable steam-packet-where sea-sickness
is rarely or never felt in summer weather. The STROPHE d.
Chester and Holyhead Company have issued Honour to the swinking arm,
tickets which take the traveller all the way, Glowing brow and earnest heart !
and all over Ireland, for a few pounds: there ANTISTROPHE d.
are railways through the principal districts Honour to the potent charm
of Ireland ; neither difficulties nor obstacles Wizard Science gives to Art!
are to be encountered now; and certainly it is
impossible to devise a party of pleasure so EPODE d.
comfortable, in all respects, as a visit to Kil. Spirit adorable! whose will doth move All life to be thy ministrant
larney, to the county of Wicklow, to the Spirit of Wisdom, Potency, and Love!
Giant's Causeway, or even to Connemara, may *To Thee we raise our loftiest chant,
be to-day. Great primal Mind ! great primal Hand !
No country in the world will so largely Artificer of all that Thou hast planned.
recompense the Tourist. In Ireland, “the The fast foundations of the beauteous world stranger" has been always welcomed-wel
Into the deep dark chaos Thou hast hurled, comed heartily: whatever quarrels may be What time pealed out the grand sidereal song : going on there, they never affect him; all
parties combine to give him pleasure, and Thou did'st control each orb that moved along. keep annoyance from his path. The scenery
in no country of Europe is more grand or And Thou didst breathe into man's lifeless frame The sacred breath of thine Almighty flame,
more beautiful: nowhere is there a people so Making thy last, best work—a living soul;
full of character-so interesting to study, or so Then all the sons of God, in loud acclaim, agreeable to know ; a drive upon " the outside Shouted for joy Jehovah's holy name,
car," through any district, will exhibit much And to the farthest bounds Of space, in thunder sounds,
of both, while affording a clear insight into its Creation's jubilant hymn to God did roll !
wildly poetic superstitions, and its mournful
history of the past, as exemplified by the Although we do not at present propose to ruins--ancient castles and venerable abbeys treat this subject-interesting and important that are met with upon every road. We as it is we may avail ourselves of the occasion repeat, therefore, that while in Ireland, the to make note of the Exhibition as, at this tourist travels in greater safety than he can do moment, adding to the other motives for visit-| in any other country of Europe-safety from ing Ireland. Under any circumstances, indeed, imposition, insult, and annoyance of any it is impossible for a tourist in search of enjoy- | kind- nowhere can he be so amply furnished ment to visit a country that will repay him so with so many or so varied sources of enjoyamply. Formerly, a tour to Ireland was a ment. matter that required time: it was costly; a We presume, then, to counsel those who tedious sea-voyage was to be encountered, and are just now considering where they can most there were many difficulties and obstacles in pleasantly, and most profitably, spend a month the way. These have all vanished : the jour- of autumn, to arrange to spend it somewhere ney from London to Dublin involves but twelve IN IRELAND.
THE POETRY OF DAVID MOIR.** LITERATURE, like life, has its accidents of volumes. The chance which made him the good and bad fortune, and while the names of standing poet of Blackwood's Magazine, during some writers are greater than their works, the the palmy days of its vigorous manhood, gave works of others are greater than their names. him a position in the current literature of the To the former class belongs the author of these day, higher than that of many writers of far
superior powers, and which the strength of *“ The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir
his own genius would never otherwise have Delta. Edited by Thomas Aird, with a Memoir of
achieved. Some little lustre he may have the Author.” 2 vols. Blackwood and Sons. given to the pages of the dashing and success