They grieve for the hero of Grecian-like blood,

Who when sharp swords were gleaming, undauntedly

stood.

They lament for the loss they have suffered in you, The bright, the majestic, the valiant, the true.—

The cousins to lords and to chiefs of great fame,
To the Earl of Kildare, and to scores of his name;
Of the Feal's loved Fitzmaurice, the cousin most dear,
And to Kerry's proud knight, of the skin smooth and
clear.

The cousin of Sir John, of great Edmond the son, Whose housekeeping the praise of all Ireland has won; Who made a bell ring from sun rise to night's fall, The traveller to guide to the cheer of his hall.*.

tioned at p. 20. "By monkish authors it (Kerry) was called the country of St. Brandon, who was the patron saint, and to whom the principal Cathedral church was dedicated. From this saint a very high and remarkable mountain in the western part of the county, was named Brandon-hill, there being the remains of a oratory on its summit that also bears his name; and Camden small likewise calls that part of the Western Ocean into which the river Shannon discharges itself, Mare Brendanicum."-Smith's Kerry.

*Sir John Fitz Edmond Fitzgerald of Cloyne. His harp, which was in the possession of Noah Dalway, Esq. was engraved in Bunting's Irish Melodies, vol. i. (1809). "The remaining fragments of this harp consist of the most important parts, the harmonic curve or pin-board, and the fore arm; the sound-board alone being lost. It has long been in the possession of Noah Dalway, Esq. of Bellahill, near Carrickfergus, and appears, by

Among your relations why should there not be
The great lord of Decies, without flattery from me,
Since the true sons of Heber are all of thy kin,
All those who in fame with Milesius begin.—

The cousin of Mac Carthy-the honoured of kings,

notices engraved on it, to have been made for the house of Fitzgerald, viz. for John Mac Edmond Fitzgerald of Cluain, whose arms are handsomely chased on the front of the fore pillar, surmounted by the arms of England. Every part of the remaining fragments is covered with inscriptions in Latin and in the Irish character; the former containing mottos and the name of the maker [Donatus Filius Thadei]; the latter, the year it was made in, A. D. 1621, and the servants' names of the household, &c. According to an old custom, the instrument is supposed to be animated; and among other matters, informs us of two harpers who had produced the finest music on it: these were, it seems, Giolla Mac Credan and Diarmad Mac Credan.

"In the enumeration of the servants of Fitzgerald, we find James Mac Morris, steward; James Ross, marshal of the household; Morris Mac Thomas and Morris Mac Edmond, running footmen; Philip Mac Teague, distributor of provisions; Brennach, superintendent; Diarmad Mac Seain, wine butler; John Ryan, beer butler; Philip Mac Donnel, cook; and Teague O'Ruairk, chamberlain."

"By the pins, which remain almost entire, [this harp] is found to have contained in the row forty-five strings, besides seven in the centre, probably for unisons to others, making in all fifty-two, and exceeding the common Irish harp by twenty-two strings."

"The fore pillar appears to be of sallow; the harmonic curve of yew. The instrument, in truth, deserves the epithet claimed by the inscription, on itself." Ego sum Regina Cithararum."

E

And to lord Clare whose line from Dalcassian blood

springs,*

To O'Sullivan Bear, of Eugene's glorious line-
Who gave his one eye as a proverb to shine.†—

But thy pedigree further I'll cease to display,

Lest its boast from thy own deeds should lead me astray; From the fullness of weeping, weak and dim is my sight, And tears sadly blot the words out as I write.

Bold and fearless thy heart, though thy speech it was calm,

Breathing comfort and charity, blushes and balm;

* Joane O'Brien made him related to Lord Clare; and Edmond Fitzgerald, Knight of Glin, married Mac Carthy Reaghs' daughter.-Observation by Sir William Betham.

† Owen, or Eògan Mòr, see p. 10. The unbounded hospitality of his descendants is said, in Irish tradition (most probably drawn from the contention of the bards), to have been so mag. nificent, that no one representing that royal race could refuse any request made under their own roof by a guest. This was put to the test by a stranger who was informed of the circumstance, in a drunken freak requesting Sullivan (or the one-eyed), to permit him to thrust his finger into the other and remaining eye; to which absurd proposition Sullivan, from whom the O'Sullivans are descended, consented, and "gave his one eye as a proverb to shine."

"Nulla manus
Tam liberalis,

Atque generalis,

Atque universalis,

Quam Sullivanus!"

Yet fierce as a lion in the hot battle field

No weapon or foeman could force thee to yield.

Far over the sea had thy fame gone abroad;
Fame, gallantly earned without vaunting or fraud;
And great was the love of all hearts towards thine,
Nor did any in merit thy merits outshine.

As a strong shield thou wert to the cause of the weak, The support of the clergy, the honest—the meek.— Oh chieftain! who ever did talent regard,

And gave wine and due tribute to cherish the bard.

In the dearest of taverns he was free as the wind,
No miserly cloud ever sullied his mind;

To a friend in distress, he ne'er turned a deaf ear, And the cause of the wronged would he patiently hear.

If honour through danger, "for death" gave the word, The first death would be John's at the point of the sword.

'Twas my hope that the valorous strength of his arm Would have quelled life's dread tyrant from very alarm.

But Death's cruel shaft has my champion laid low, John, the son of the Knight, is struck down by the blow; My friend and adviser in each worldly deed,

And the staff that I threatened with when there was

need.

I pity your mother, the beautiful dame,

With her meek mouth, from loved Bally-martyr that

came;

Who is sunk in distress, which no art can allay,
Since her darling is laid in the tomb to decay.

To the house of distress, may our crucified Lord
Who died to save sinners, some comfort afford;
Thro' him, may the soul that is gone be forgiven,
And this night rest with saints and with angels in
heaven.

Blessed Lord, I beseech thee to hear my heart's prayer; And, O Holy Spirit, take thou in thy care

Both Richard and Edmond, and give them thy grace, With Thomas, the tenderest branch of his race.—

KEEN FOR O'SULLIVAN BEAR.

TRANSLATED FROM THE IRISH BY MR. CALLANAN.

THIS was originally printed in Blackwood's Magazine for Feb. 1823 (Vol. xiii. p. 209), and subsequently in the Collection of Callanan's Poems, entitled "The Recluse of Inchidony," 1830. It is thus prefaced:

"In 17, one of the O'Sullivans, of Bearhaven, who went by the name of Morty Oge, fell under the vengeance of the law. He had long been a turbulent character in the wild district which he inhabited, and was particularly obnoxious to the local authorities, who had good reason to suspect him of enlisting men for the Irish Brigade in the French service, in which, it was said, he held a captain's commission.