Hit, 5- ^ OF IUER HACrRITH, ARCHBISHOP OP CASHEL. A JPOETICAJj satire written by the Rev. Eoghan O’Buffy, A FRANCISCAN FRIAR, ABOUT A > D.s 1577, Literally translated from the original Irish b V JOHN O’DALY, CASHEL: •PRINTED AT JOHN DAVIS WHITE'S PRIVATE PRESS, 44, MAIN-STREET, 1864.\/'4*rv'Ky\vvx/'v/' ®fie fii>ost»@a OF BT1EB MAGRATH, ARCHBISHOP OF CASHEL. A POETICAL SATIRE WRITTEN BY THIS f Rev. Eoghan ©’Duffy, A FRANCISCAN FRIAR, ABOUT A. D,, 1577 laterally translated from the oriyinal Irish BY JOHN O’DALY. •O' CASHEL: PRINTED AT JOHN DAVIS WHITE’S PRIVATE PRESS, 44, MAIN-STREET.JMYLER MAGRATH, ARCHBISHOP OF CASHEL. , . t* A FOET1CAU S AT ill 13 WIUTTEN BY THE ReV. EOGHAN O’DUFFT, A Franciscan Frtar about A. D., lo77. Literally translated from the oriyinal Irish. No move of your comparisons for us, Master Sheyn in your evil schemes j . A mother’s son better than Christ, In Clan-Auliffe never lived. 2 Yonder I looked to the South, And surveyed it with all my skill ; A mother’s son better than Christ, West of the Suit’ I found not. 3 Neither could there east of the Suir ; Tho’ great the extent to Dublin town j Be found, I would a wager lay, A mother’s son better than Christ. 4 IIow great is she the;exalted Mary, Mother of the High King* of the eternal hosts ; Her mercies always abound, A woman that protects every land. 5 A woman to whom justice bends, A woman of power and privilege high : A woman most liberal of treasures, A woman by whom the King’s wrath, is appeased. 6 A woman who giveth sight to the blind, A .woman the mightiest in heaven above; A woman who banished demons from us, A‘woman who saves us from all tempta- tion. O Master Sbeyn, how besotted your head? IIow far from truth you have erred ; To compare the Virgin with other wo- men, By this hand of mine you shall not go scatheless. 8 The Virgin is not like other women, O, Master Sheyn, shame on your deeds ; Balsam is not to be compared to Myrrh, Nor is sour beer like unto wine. 9 Gall cannot compare with honey, Nor copper with pure gold ; The lily is not like the brier, Nor is the mountain like the verdant plain. 10 Not so with your own mother, O, Master Sheyn—where is your shame, Our sister is a chaste Virgin After bearing a child of the Triune, 11 O, Master Sbeyn, thou that art crazy, You have lost heaven with your vow ; Your mother herself brought forth A withered and crossborn mole in vou ! 12 Your leaky cabin daubed with soot, On which weeds and green grass grew ; For the honor of the Virgin who enjoys all pleasures Boast: not so much of that lvhfc-.ga\ i £fie of MYLER MAGRATH, ARCHBISHOP OF CASHEL. A poetical Satire written by the Rev. Eoghan O’Duffy A Franciscan Friar about A. T)., 1577. Literally translated from the oriyinal Irish. No more of your comparisons for us, Master Sheyn in your evil schemes ; A mother’s son better than Christ, In Clan-Auliffe never lived. 2 Yonder I looked to the South, And surveyed it with all my skill ; A mother’s son better than Christ, West of the Suir I found not. 3 Neither could there east of the Suir; Tho’ great the extent to Dublin town; Be found, I would a wager lay, A mother’s son better than Christ. 4 How great is she the exalted Mary, Mother of the High King of the eternal hosts; Her mercies always abound; A woman that protects every land. 5 A woman to whom justice bends, A woman of power and privilege high: A woman most liberal of treasures, A woman by whom the King’s wrath, is appeased. 6 - A woman who giveth sight to the blind, A woman the mightiest in heaven above; A woman who banished demons from us, A woman who saves ns from all tempta- tion. O Master Sheyn, how besotted your head ? How far from truth you have erred ; To compare the Virgin with other wo- men, By this hand of mine you shall not go scatheless. 8 The Virgin is not like other women, O, Master Sheyn, shame on your deeds ; Balsam is not to be compared to Myrrh, Nor is sour beer like unto wine. 9 Gall cannot compare with honey, Nor copper with pure gold ; The lily is not like the brier, Nor is the mountain like the verdant plain. 1° Not so with your own mother, O, Master Sheyn—rwhere is your shame, Our sister is a chaste Virgin After bearing a child of the Triune, 11 O, Master Sheyn, thou that art crazy, You have lost heaven with your vow ; Your mother herself brought forth A withered and crossborn mole in you ! 12 Your leaky cabin daubed with soot, - On which weeds and green grass grew ; For the honor of the Virgin w'ho enjoys all pleasures Boast not so much of that hut.4 i the exalted Virgin, i n^lory in which she reigns and noble her hospitable ion, e goblets overflow, music & mirth. 14 food and drink are not diminished, at is spent in her majestic halls, The^lestsures of that house will last, Nor shall any be ever in need there. 15 Your festivities are not to be compared, To those of the woman who none repeU led She will continue that for eternity, And it will not end for ever, and aye. 16 Sickness, weariness, or thirst, Is not found in her house, nor a scanty supply j Or strife, or hatred, or sorrow, And “ est ” or “ non ” is not written there. J.,| . 17 There is none found decrepit or hoary, No, By Gog, or a silly fool; Nor deaf, nor lame, nor blind, Nor shall a traitor in heaven dwell, 18 Radiant in glory we there shall reign, In food and drink abounding ; Full of pleasures and of love, In the mansion of the best of all women. 19 Every woman shall be a princess, Wearing in her house a golden crown ; In the mansion of God’s eternal son, Every man shall reign a prince, 2° O haughty man ! how outrageous your pride! Who follow not the footsteps of Christ to the cross; Why not submit yourselves to God, You who are only food for worms! 21 Let me not hear any more of your boasting, Master Sheyn of bad repute ; You that art nothing but dust, While the mother of God will for ever live, 22 Remember the sheep—remember the hen, Remember the burthen which the wo- man bore Remember the booley, remember the. quern, Remember the hovel in which she slept, 23 Remember your poverty in early life Remember your conduct in every school; Remember what you always hatl been. In the south, in the north, in the east and west. 24 MacAuliffe himself would not say, O, Master Sheyn, thou despiser of truth! That he was better than Mary’s son, Although he is a reproachless man. 25 O, William and Matthew you pair of bears, O, Myler without Mary—O, Myler impure; The mother of the King of heaven is better, Than you yourselves and your three wives. 26 The Virgin brought forth a son for God, Jesus Christ the King of Kings ; She remains still a Virgin, She who is the light of the blind. 27 Your mother brought forth, and not a virgin I ween, ■13 Not so with the exalted Virgin, Not such the glory in which she reigns;- Spacious and noble her hospitable mansion, Where goblets overflow,' music & mirth. U Her food and drink are not diminished, By what is spent in her majestic halls, The pleasures of that house will last, Nor shall any be ever in need there, 15 Your festivities are not to be compared, To ihose of the woman who none repel- led ; She will continue that for eternity, And it will not end for ever*, and aye, 16 Sickness, weariness, or thirst, is not found in her house, nor a scanty supply ; Or strife, or hatred, or sorrow, And “ kst ” or “ non '* is not written there. 17 There is none found decrepit or hoary, No, By Gog', or a silly fool; Nor deaf, nor lame, noi’ blind, Nor shall a traitor in heaven dwell, SB Radiant in glory we there shall reign, In food and drink abounding ; Full of pleasures and of love, la the mansion of the best of all women, 19 Every woman shall be a princess, "Wearing in her house a^golden crown ; In the mansion of God’s eternal son, Every man shall reign a prince. 20 O haughty man! how outrageous your pride! » Who follow not the footsteps of Christ to the cross ; Why not submit yourselves to God, -4 . i Yon who ore on*;' food for worms! 21 Let mo not he ir any more of you? boasting. Master Sheyn of bad repute ; You that art nothing but dust, While the tnotin r of God will for ever 1 live. 22 • Remember the sheep—remember the hen, Remember the burthen which the wo- man bore} Remember the booley, remember the fjnern, Remember the hovel in which she slept, 28 Remember your poverty in early life Remember your conduct in every school; Remember what you always had been, In the south, in the north, in the east and west. ■ 24 MacAnlifte himself would not say, O, Master Sheyn, thou desptser of truth ! That he was better than Mary’s son, Although he is a reproachiess man, 25 O, William and Matthew you pair of bears, O, Myler without Mary-—O, Myles- impure; The mother of the King of heaven is better, Than you yourselves and your three wives. 2d The Virgin brought forth a son for God, Jesus Christ the King of Kings ; She remains still ft Virgin," She who is the light of the blind. ^2? Yovr mother brought forth, and not a virgin I ween,An illegitimate son, and not for God; And Master, thou art that son, And Belzebub is your King. 28 A wife (you have) like to her husband, A husband unlike the human race ; He is not the Myler of Mary, but the My lev of Annie, Who bartered his faith for flesh on rs. 2D On that day when the Judge on the mount appears, The j udge supreme,—the most mighty; The judge of every land will punish In his wrath the Myler of Annie, 30 Do not corrupt the faith, Thou real son of a disreputable woman; A woman who is both humpy and de- formed, O, Myler without Mary !—0 Myler without remorse ! 31 Preaching the use of flesh in Lent, But your preaching I disregard ; So silly the doctrines you have pro- pounded, You are far more bitter than gall. 32 The Archbishop of Cashel would not give, (And why, in truth, I know not ;) For a hundred marks of the purest gold, The management of Annie to John Brown. 33 O, Myler! you disturber of every vil- lage You are not- gentle like other men ; You are neither watch-dog or shepherd, You heed not God, nor the flock ! 34 You are not to be believed like other O, Master, thou disturber of every vil- lage; We shall call you henceforth •>1 ; The nurse a-os f I!,*'’- iivj A woman like bo; ey<: »;• * h not : A woman by whom •: o heav&i&t uo-- opened, Her will J T:--v- fj§f o m &$ Of- 'M^ler '^i'tWuk-Maey r jv Tao ■ man, Von 0,-c q l» 9 lonrdi * hell \ j$em$ ■ 69 '\TvT -vitbont laid V: wi-honi QoA 1 • It ot> of ho-.uu power . :”-c\ i-t tor- >n A >, *.Vith your frantic wifi a-oo-;. o > your Fuji of nng/sr foil oThh - : b : m WThooi No ie?:h -neat can you ho.. ;‘ / ■- the re. oA . ' ■ . S3 Th§ :.ptiN*hl pit*,: I% bitter u :••?. g? the ptaiouM: Even m , None shall ggt U etf hi cailsr-;?, v; Sb The Archbishop and h $ v.m*o ?. 1 p • And the spjjf agm bis> c?p of dee : ; • pure ; Hfi .vho ii.Urg i T trr.y Ah! K ;j image?, . Non* V. f,' ( ov . » . L.-i 've« bu,. [u -:? .... ''' turned yohr back ■ J ;; ue bat liUte k-i men IT yo - , U) ler without Mery- mad dm,. willa- nut Myioi, You are now named in every ballad* $4 .. r -inueo *r, g coo, J!'-( d.y N y . Daily prayer is efficacious too,; I>nt those v/lio deny thafy far-;.n. i- ;f *°°'b A c.;'-y w J) ecm.u ,Vo wPI f / rue j 0-. 4s Nit nil the v-j of € i§ aikmoink' To scale i)o<;-en '-o* t b lower": o'-p | So M ;• ifc* with rut T r;; o V’- • d * - LottoiVilevs pit of hell> (5i) ^ |vi> ..!.!* Virginf O. hv 1 . ■.'O f Tb, <’! i oor .d tiiu mu• ohn of :A. ! "u yy of I ovo o i; ' pni. r of my s-'m! !■• To N i !o. i,4 } «le • ■•- no izi )/ ist oo... aworlii), ooo: j Loaihsom-c to e .-cry snAinen Vo Tv v y sayo r. ' r ■ a i m.lneky v a'i r.vi ■ >1 : ■ ;... 1 68 ' 0 )V: y ravingv From Virgil wdi ■ i.ongoe :; T o; ’.‘'er-ib.r j(- o ,o: 1 - vt oy to k w, o ■ it i A; oio* 89 iyi^| : ■■ ■ 1 1 j 'Ukediue mm oyaoym>r \ • t * ; |t 0 0: A flO'-U .C Of ■ ' •: V u . ii , ir ‘ l p!0 :; : ; V1’1' ' r.f'Of v iN? ''C.PNi VT. ,xO'-' ni pc. -J ; yo !'* v7 Your three children who are illegitimate,j Oh ! why compare them to the Vir- gin’s son. 57 t _ ■■ The nurse and mother of the living God, A woman like her eye hath not seen ; A woman by whom the heavens were opened, Her will I praise above all women. 58 O, Myler without Mary thou foolish man, You are not on your way to heaven ; Myler without mass—Myler without mission, Myler on his march to hell of eternal torments ! 59 O, Myler without faith & without God, O, Myler without Jesus of boundless power; You shall descend into fire everlasting, "With your frantic wife leaning on your arm. 69 Full of hunger—full of thirst— In hell’s prison, O ! punishment dire 1 Without mirth, or music, or wine, No flesh meat can you have on Fridays there. 61 The house of Lucifer—the putrid pit, Is a bitter prison, so sings the psalmist; Even in Easter food or drinkj None shall get there tho’ great his calling. 62 The Archbishop and his wife shall get, And the suffragan bishop of deeds im- pure ; He who disregards fasting and burns images, Nought but ever bitter everlasting fire"! 63 On the faith of God since you have turned your back. I care but little for men Myler without Mary- out Myler, You are now named in every 64 Penance is good, Charity is goo Daily prayer is efficacious too ; But those who deny that fastir good, A day will come which they will •bitterly rue! 65 As Nimrod the son of Cus attempted, To scale heaven from his tower’s top ; So Myler without Mary is digging his grave, In the bottomless pit of hell. 66 O, powerful Virgin! O, flower mi faded ! Thy throne is the mansion of the King of Kings; Love of my heart! pulse of my soul! To be without Myler is no great loss. .67 ' The monstrous, swarthy, hideous Myler/ Loathsome to every maiden fair ; : If what every one says must be true She is an unlucky woman whom Myler meets.! .. 68 O, Myler without Mary, cease your raving, From the Virgin withhold your profane tongue ; Feasting in Lent and a wife to kiss, A strange Rule of Faith for an Arch- 69 [bishop! Dancing, riot, and revelry, ‘ , Libertine marriage against your vovrs;; Quarrelling from excess of Spanish wine, “Good Works,” indeed, fora pious map? 70 ; The treasures of heaven you have re-, je-cted, . ■ * ;ires of the Virgin the Ei^ht; shame! thou falsehearted reasures of Anna your heart is sures of Anna and of the devil, A bad n\\e t/iej/ for a pious man ; You have cast, O, Myler, without re- morse, The treasures of the Virgin far away. / Here is one that despises your-power, Your faith is not at all the true one ; You who rejected the canons, Thy inheritance is great Mammon’s court. 73 Ye have deceived all the widows in the country,, [titles ; By proclaiming to them all your grand —AA first it went abroad as stealthy whis- pers, O Clerics, loud was your next chanting. 74 0, Master Sheyn, speak no more of the Virgin, You who is senseless, tho’ greyhaired ; Preach no more of your heretical doc- trines, The faith should not be renounced for what Cork is worth. 75 You have thrown all Cork into wild commotion, By thy frantic filthy teaching ; You esteem your beard much more than the Virgin. O, reckless man ! devoid of discretion. 76 Yon lustful clergy who despise the Virgin, By your hand you have nought to get; But the sentence of the Judge on.Mount Sion When you meet him there on the Mon- day. 77 You newfangled clergy of mission false, Until my coming among you ; A ready satire such as I now w rite, By my hands, was seldom penned against you. 78 In the entrance of a wood or passage of a ford, Or outside your spires had I found you ; You who have adopted the false faith, I would cast my poem in your face. 79 A herd rising in wild excess, Who have been deeply stained with their crimes y Both prelates and clergy shall remain, In pain in lingering torments. 80 O exalted Virgin give ear to this poem, Which my hand now indicts in your praise; And every true bard will sing, Virgo prceclarci to thee. 81 The bardic clients of the Earl,. Who came this,year to Fodhla (Ireland);, Praise no one but the Countess, Who wears pumps instead of brogues, 82 John O’Mulconry composes No poem in praise of the Virgin, Nor without his fee any historical piece, For the noble clergy of Fodhla. 83 Donogh an t-sneachta (i e, of the snow). Is ever playing pranks on every one ; Studying to please the. Countess,And the treasures of the Virgin the Might of Right; Alas! my shame! thou falsehearted clown, In the treasures of Anna your heart is laid 1 ?l The treasures of Anna and of the devil, A bad rule they for a pious man ; You have cast, O, Myler, without re- morse, The treasures of the Virgin far away. 72 Here is one that despises your power, Your faith is not at all the true one ; You who rejected the canons, Thy inheritance is great Mammon’s court. 73 Ye have deceived all the widows, in. the country, [titles ; By proclaiming- to them all your grand At first it went abroad as stealthy whis, pers, O Clerics, loud was your next chanting, 74 O, Master Sheyn, speak no more of the Virgin, You who ia senseless, tho’ greyhaired ; Preach no more of your heretical doc- trines, The faith should not be renounced for what Cork is worth. 75 You have thrown all Cork into wil'd commotion, By thy frantic filthy teaching ; You esteem your beard much more than the Virgin. O', reckless man ! devoid of discretion. 73 You lustful clergy who despise the Virgin, By your hand you have nought to get; But the sentence of the Judge on Mount Sion When you meet him there on the Mon- day. V 77 You newfangled clergy of mission false, Until my coming among you ; A ready satire such as I now write, By my hands,, was seldom penned against you. 78 In the entrance of a wood or passage of a ford, Or outside your spires had I found you ; You who have adopted the false faith, I would cast my poem in your face. 79 rj A herd rising in wild excess, Who have been deeply stained with their crimes; Both prelates and clerg-y shall remain, In pain in lingering torments. 89 O exalted Virgin give ear to this poem, Which my hand now indicts in your praise ; And every true bard will sing, Virgo prceclara to tlree. 81 The bardic clients of the Earl, Who came thisyear to Foclbda (Ireland); Praise no one but the Countess, Who wears pumps instead of brogues. 82 John O’Mulconry composes No poem in praise of the Virgin, Nor without his fee any historical piece, For the noble clergy of Fodhla. 83 Donogh an t-sneachta (i e, of the snow), Is ever playing pranks on every one ; Studying to plea**', the Countesv■ffiwluifibiis/ of the i&isc poetv$. ,v.. .a:.., •. : fei-- • ■:-yW£'-y‘,c;i':: ■VHie deHY ; Y|A glimh Mide tit this Ami ihQ Wis of Doaail iC&tfUBi* Lorn hs dime omi tftubgt % JYt i < To them \ donT address n\$ pr;em; ' liraut to* 'til «f '••& virtu*:, 35 ^ ^ xsri{Viijt |‘fro»e».i'C > and Mr-re. For the tribes A ManCa^b* tfG ■ \ They emuposst $$# A poem sutv-l ddikub to lamof the | The lilt hope awl* $f|§ § MWmil he —*'•** •>***' ■•■ * * * The rye-jphaiV; fabulous* »*| n o Y, Yy’r.hmu' \ in-’ tom ro- m bub-r t> ~ • , Shidl bo how r« g ouk <*;> m.pmf%iidt$> ' Foot to hot. m Bye depth* ?, i hen. Better totwoouo it for ih.ro, .; In h'3,,'. f Clfriti ;.:y. ill ;.c*jxu iSifeb is not »he theme I love chosen, I Its wife cu the arm »*•? carl) O Bianch of the most life-giving frini ; leaning, ’ ’|Jfjj§ | Tint Thee ! wi)f fin eve* praise . ' la hell at vtsper^ aiJiTa/imh:^ For thy titles to praise are aiastiimmiest fm - Thau arith? *u*p of h:st>i ’pw&Sfc!' mb Tl?on r»rt tfe usesumg; ?br, B h ter \mprr-, uti woe I i|i|i^||||||l3:@8 ij .By which you .shah thfinjcj lUifer tor;nr-; y. £b*d musro |||l| at |J§ ve . Oh 1 that your nm*G uui •V Tti ;*fe Y% Si j:;/r•.-,A.*:y> l,».;• lji:. fyjc#. ■ -£V711 '“t^;p*;'1. > You vvomr] not be wmt ehoti vui> b^^>* Berin" and h>o|t**h. •: ■,-. ■ ' r* wp', • •• 9 Prohmtms ! of the false poems. 84 Mahachy og O’Daly, Slunk aside at this critical time ; And the sons of Donall MacAuliffe, To them I don’t address this poem. 85 Well they compose their fulsome songs, For the tribes of MacCarthy & Barry ; ! The ladies of Fitzmaurice and Roche, \ At the banquet they well can praise. ! * . 80 ! They compose for a pittance of pence, ; A poem most difficult to honor the Countess; ; The sycophant falsetongued hards, I Shall be howling some da y in profundis! \ 87 ; Better compose it for thee, jin my opinion “ for gold/* .Than to be in the place of torment, Or in the treasury of hell. \ y 88 Such is not the theme I have chosen,, jO Branch of the most life-giving fruit; But Thee I will for ever praise j For thy titles to praise are most manifest. I 89 Thou art the sun of lustre most brilliant. Thou art the gate of the mansion re- f splendant; Thy graces in number exceed ocean’s j sands, Thou aft the highest heaven, j 90 Thou art the morning star, Thou art the comforter of the afflicted; Thou art the firm tower, [Thy fortress cannot be shaken. 5 01 f’hou art the mother of God the Father, fhou art his daughter and his sister ; jjThy Kingdom is not like that of Tara, j i j The devils themselves querecl. 92 Remove far away from us gri Lord by thine own truthgivin Grant to all of us virtue, Grant protection and peace. 93 England and Ireland all over, I perceive have become unwise, \ They are fonder of food and of, women, Than of the Virgin, God, or Heaven. 94 The bishops and their wives in woe shall be, Wailing their matins in bitter tears ; Foot to foot in the depths of hell, In flames of fire face to face. 95 You clergy with the wives who reject vespers, • Christ will expel you from his right- hand ; His wife on the arm of each bishop leaning’, In hell at vespers at his side. 9G Bitter vespers, ah woe ! they shall be, By which you shall then suffer torments; Sad music this at Ihe vespers, The howling of the bishops and their wives. 97 Oh ! that your mind was fixed on God, As it is on feasting and on women ; You would not be wretched and blab- bering and foolish j Acad heaven would be your portion at the end. ! 98 ; Regarding what Shane Padroni detests,; I can briefly propound the objections According to trustworthy report,r id after meals. 99 may say of the Virgin, you ever believe ; at she never, will suffer, the preaching of a scurrilous i'n. 100 tpray to the Virgin was clanger- 0, frantic Master pray do not assert; Thou who art made for nothing but battening, Strive not mercy. against the fountain of 101 The heresies which you imbibed in early life., To that same doctrine you still adhere; Of your grey beard,-long is the grow th, But with it God’s grace did not grow. 102 . The blessings of the hosts, 1 will pray. If allowed, O great Virgin, on thee ; "If thou deal on the foes of our God, Five, seven, or a half dozen blows. ; 103 To Matthew, the hoary, give two, Conor’s son from the western port ; Without the permission of his wife or mother, For he never looks up to adore thee. 104 To William O’Casey, the potent, By the aid of the Saxon—not b v God’s; Give a stunning clencher in the ear, In the halls of the castle of Dublin. 105 The blessing of the hosts I will ever pray, On the immaculate daughter of Anna, the spotless; If she gives a box or two, to Conor O’Brennan, The swarthy, the black, and hideous monster. 106 To the friar whose religion is false, To Myler Magrath, the apostate ; Until he submits to God’s word, the boor, Give him a box on each big jaw.jilt; miles masses after meals. 09 What Matthew may say of the Virgin, Let none of you ever believe ; In combat she never will suffer, Or by the preaching of a scurrilous clown. 100 ! That to pray to the Virgin was danger-';, ous, I O, frantic Master pray do not assert ; Thou who art made for nothing but battening, Strive not against the fountain of. mercy. 101 The heresies which you imbibed in early life, To that same doctrine you still adhere; Of your grey beard,-long is the growth,. But with it God’s grace did not grow. 102 The blessing's of the hosts, I will pray, 1 f allowed, O great Virgin, on thee ; If thou deal on the foes of our God, Five, seven, or a half dozen blows. To Matthew, fisc give two, Conor’s son from the western port; Without the permission of his wife or mother, For he never looks up to adore thee. 104 To William O’Casey, the potent, By the aid of the Saxon—not by God’s; Give a stunning clencher in the ear, In the halls of the castle of Dublin. 105 The blessing of the hosts I will ever pray, On the immaculate daughter of Anna, the spotless; If she gives a box or two, to Conor O’Brennan, The swarthy, the black, and hideous monster. 106 To the friar whose religion is false, To Myler Magfalh, the apostate ; Until he submits to God’s word, the boor, Give him a box on each big jaw. ^•iv--^s5Sf@Bfc *t jj -.:': i- •>-,*‘S, £|lhn$ifc preceding year, ftittff® yufl^ tmpbusiy com force Of the aijesien '. r>f>'P*0$t|£u &F0&" presell •3 Sheyn, it would NHHI a‘-i’ipte- WA1IS 6 The poet liere mid Tve Indulgences to persons visiting it. St. Patrick’s cave, or as is rish i( Lcaba Phadruig, is still to be seen on the mountain side, or a curious and interesting account of this locality, see O’Daly’s Tribes of Ireland, p. 42, n. 4. 16 Conor O' Brennan. There is no trace of this man in auy work at present accessible. In some copies of the poem the name is written O'Braom i. e. jBreen O’Brien. There was Maurice O’Brien appointed bishop of Killala in 1570, and no doubt he must be the man. 17 These Clerics. This alludes probably to among others Acknath and Garvey who were sent to Ireland in 1577 to reform the church ; but with very bad success according to Thady Dowling’s annals published by the Irish Archeological Society. 19 Burns Images. In 1578 Sheyn burned a famous image of St. Dominic at Cork. 20 Monday. La an Luain or Lnan lae an bhratha, the Irish calls the Day -OfJudgement. 21 The Bards. One reason for the silence of the Bards might be that the Queen’s bishop did not give as yet much annoyance in Munster. 22 Spires. So great was the hatred of those bishops that they could not ven- true beyond the walled towns without a strong guard during Elizabeth’s reign; but the poet here alludes to the iron spires on the pallisading outside the Churches. 23 The Earl. This would fix the date of the Poem if it could be known of what Earl he speaks. Conor O’Brien, earl of Thomond, came to Ireland in 1577 after obtaining from the Queen a grant of all the churchlands in Thomond. Gerald, earl of Kildare, came to Ireland from prison in England in 1578, and in the month of October in that year the famous image of St. Dominic was burned by Sheyn at the market cross of Cork. Black Thomas, tenth earl of Ormond, came to Ireland in 1579, after three years absence in England. The Countess of the pumps, daughter of an English earl was his second wife. 24 O' Mulconry. The O’Mulconrys were celebrated bards at this time ; but what our poet says here of them does not redound much to their fame. For an acconnt of the O’Mulconrys, see O’Reelly’s Irish Writers p. cxxxviii, 25 Donogh an t-sneachta. Philip O’Sullivan mentions a learned and hospita ble man named Donogh M'grath, surnamed JSircus i. e. of the snow, who was treacherously hanged in Cork by the English faction to which he had been favorable. See Hisiorice Catholic#.i^3 Ut'fpJlip^ B'^pt t ['■: £i :'.r.':,- i.-uC; tore were the objects of ambition to every spacious adventurer. 15 Croagh. This celebrated mountain,is called Cruagh Phadrniq in Iris literally the Rick of Patrick ; and is situaj^d in the barony of Murresk. co. May - It was one of the most popular places of J* litential pilgrimages in Ireland j an the Popes gave Indulgences to persons y\ Xing it. St. Patrick’s cave, or ns • called in Irish “ Leaba Phadruig,” is sf J to be seen on the mountain sidt For a curious and interesting account of this locality, see O’Daly’s Tribes c - Ireland, p. 42, n. 4. f 1G Conor O' Brennan, There is no traie of this man in any work at preset : accessible. In some copies of the poeml the name is written O' Broom i. < Breen O’Brien. There was Maurice O’Brien appointed bishop of Killala i 1570, and no doubt he must be the man. f* ,rft. 17 These Clerics. This alludes probably* to among others Acknath and Carve who were sent to Ireland in 1577 to refirm the church ; but with very ba success according to Tbady Dowling’s annalS published by the Irish A rchceotogia Society. v 19 Burns Images. In 1578 Sheyn burned a famous image of St. Dominic a 20 Monday. La an Luain or Luan lae an bhratha, the Irish calls the Da of Judgement. • i 21 The Bards. One reason for the silei^e of the Bards might be that tin Queen’s bishop did not give as yet much annoyance in Munster. 22 Spires. So great was the hatred of those bishops that they could not ven true beyond the walled towns without a strong guard during Elizabeth’s reign but the poet here alludes to the iron spires on the pallisading outside the Churches 23 The Earl. This would fix the date of the Poem if it could be known o what Earl he speaks. Conor O’Brien, earl of Thoinond, came to Ireland ii 1577 after obtaining from the Queen a grant of all the churcldands in Thomond Gerald, earl of Kildare, came to Ireland from prison in England in 1578, and in the month of October in that year the famous image of St. Dominic war burned by Sheyn at the market cross of Cork. Black Thomas, tenth earl of Ormond, came to Ireland in 1579, after three 3ears absence in England. The Countess of ike pumps, daughter of au English earl was his second wife. 24 O' Midconry. The O’MuleonTys were celebrated bards at this time ; but what our poet says here of them does not redound much to their fame. For an acconnt of the O’MuIconrys, see O’Reelly’s imA Writers p. cxxxviii, 25 Donogh an l-sneachla. Philip O’Sullivan mentions a learned and hospita hie man named Donogh M'gratb, surnamed A1 ireus i. e. of the snow, who was treacherously hanged in Cork by the English faction to which he had been favorable. 5>eMistori& Catholics‘r ’ DY, PRICE—ONE SHILLING. 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