Lisburn Standard - Friday, February, 1917




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(Oxford University Press, 1912.)


Twenty-seven names of writers of verse, of local interest, from "The Poets of Ireland," have been selected -- these will be extracted and given here with the relative notes from the volume on each writer. The notes will be given in full and verbatim. Where possible the notes from "The Poets of Ireland" will be supplemented and augmented by additional and new matter gathered from other sources.

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The Lambeg Poet.

M'Kowen, James. -- A clever and popular Ulster poet, born at Lambeg, near Lisburn, Co. Antrim, February 11, 1814, and received an elementary education in the district, and at an early age was placed in a thread manufactory. He afterwards obtained employment at the bleach works of Messrs. Richardson, Belfast, and there spent the remainder of his active life. About 1840 he began to contribute verse to Ulster papers, especially "The Northern "Whig," over the signature of "Kitty Connor," and became a greet favourite as a poet. To "The Nation" soon after he sent a few poems signed "Curlew." He died on April 22, 1889, and his poems, which were never published in book-form, were entrusted to his friend, Mr. Robert May, of Belfast, who at one time hoped to publish them. M'Kowen is represented in Connolly's "Household Library of Ireland's Poets" (where it may be mentioned his name is mis-spelled), by a poem or two, and in Varian's "Harp of Erin," 1869, by nine pieces. M'Kowen's most famous piece is his humorous song, "The Ould Irish Jig."

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Mr. M'Kowen was born in Lambeg, February 11, 1814; died at Beechside, Lisburn, April 22, 1889, and was buried in Lambeg Parish Churchyard. After the very brief schooling of the time he was employed in the thread manufactory of the Barbours at Hilden, but for the last forty years of his active business life, he held a post in the Glenmore Bleachworks of Messrs. Richardson, Sons and Owden, who granted him a pension in the days when his working strength had passed away. Like so many countrymen of the older days -- more then, it is to be feared, than now -- he was a great reader, Shakespeare, Scott, Burns, Byron, and Moore appear to have been his favourites. He finds a place in the Valhalla of the Dictionary of National Biography.

His maternal grandfather took a leading part in Lisburn's circle of progressive politicians. During the famous struggle for electoral independence in 1783, which ended in the return to the Irish Parliament of Colonel Sharman and William Todd Jones as the popular members for Lisburn, John Johnson was one of the pioneers who fought for the freedom of the franchise. Then again it is on record that James M'Kowen's mother was possessed of keen literary taste. Robert Owenson's party of players had their improvised theatre in the rear of John Johnson's inn, in Bow Street, which would appear to have been situated where Mr. James Stewart's house afterwards stood, opposite the new road to Hillsborough. Miss Johnson, afterwards Mrs. M'Kowen, spent many evenings with Sydney Owenson -- later the celebrated -- Lady Morgan and the other members of the Owenson family. Another daughter of Owenson, Olivia, married in 1808 a Dublin physician, Sir Arthur Clarke. A young actress, Miss O'Neill, who took the leading part in the caste of characters in Bow Street afterwards became Lady Beecher.

James M'Kowen inherited much of his mother's taste for the footlights, and in his earlier days he frequently walked from his place in his place in Lambeg to witness some special performance in the Belfast theatre. "Few men enjoyed life, with greater zeal than he did; he made many friends for himself, and his genial countenance and happy disposition never failed in imparting to others a share of his joyous temperament." It is a pleasant character to leave behind when one's time for going has arrived.

He wrote under the pen-name of "Kitty Connor," and contrived verse to various Ulster papers, especially "The Northern Whig." To "The Nation" he sent a few pieces signed "Curlew." Mr. Robert May, Belfast, has made a complete collection of his poems, which he hopes to publish in book form at an early date. Charles Duval's music-hall version of the "Old Irish Jig" was often quoted as M'Kowen's, which annoyed the poet very much. He contributed "Bonnie Twinkling Starnies" to Graves' "Book of Irish Poetry."

A few specimens of his work may with propriety be given here:--


My blessing be on you, old Erin,
     my own land of frolic and fun,
For all sorts of mirth and diversion
     your like is not under the sun.
Bohemia may boast of her polka,
     and Spain of her waltzes talk big,
Och! sure, they are nothing but limping
     compared with an old Irish jig.

Then a fig for your new-fashioned waltzes
     imported from Spain and from France,
And a fig for the thing called the polka;
     our own Irish jig we will dance.

I've heard how the jig came in fashion,
     and believe that the story is true,
By Adam and Eve 'twas invented,
     the reason was -- partners were few;
And though they could both dance the polka
     Eve thought it was not quite chaste,
She preferred our old jig to be dancing,
     and, faith, I approve of her taste.

The light-hearted daughters of Erin,
     like the wild mountain deer they can bound,
Their feet never touch the Green Island
     but music is struck from the ground,
And oft in the glens and green meadows
     the old jig they dance with such grace
That even the daisies they tread on
     look up with delight in their face.

An old Irish jig, too, was danced by kings
     and by great men of yore;
King O'Toole himself could well foot it
     to a tune they call "Rory O'More";
And oft in the great Hall of Tara
     our famous King Brian Boru
Danced an old Irish jig with his nobles,
     and played his own harp to them too.

And, sure, when Herodia's daughter
     was dancing in King Herod's sight
His heart, that for years had been frozen,
     was thawed with pure love and delight;
And more than a hundred times over
     I've heard Father Flanagan tell
'Twas our own Irish jig that she footed
     that pleased the old villain so well.

Then a fig for your new-fashioned waltzes
     imported from Spain and from France,
And a fig for the thing called the polka;
     our own Irish jig we will dance.


By the marge of the sea has thy foot ever strayed,
     When eve shed its deep mellow tinge?
Hast thou lingered to hear the sweet music that's made
     By the ocean waves' whispering fringe?
'Tis then you may hear the wild barnacle's call,
     The scream of the sea-loving mew,
And that deep thrilling note that is wilder than all --
     The voice of the wailing curlew.

The song of the linnet is sweet from the spray,
     The blackbird's comes rich from the thorn;
And clear is the lark's when he's soaring away
     To herald the birth of the morn.
The note of the eagle is piercing and loud,
     The thrush's as soft as it's true;
But give me, Oh! give me, that song from, the cloud.
     The voice of the wailing curlew.

Sky minstrel! how I've paused when a child,
     As I roamed in my own native vale,
To listen thy music so fitful and wild,
     Borne far on the wings of the gale.
And, still, as I rest by the door of my cot,
     Thy voice can youth's feeling renew;
And strangely I'm tempted to envy thy lot,
     Thou wild-noted, wailing curlew.

For oh! It were happiness surely to fly
     In those regions so pure and so bright;
To float 'neath the dome of that beautiful sky,
     When tinged with the setting sun's light
There, there thou can't revel unfettered and free,
     And no cunning of man can pursue;
Where I'm eager to wander in rapture with thee,
     Thou wild-noted, wailing curlew.

When the beauties of Nature shall cease me to move,
     And desire in my bosom shall fail,
And this heart that is beating with rapture and love
     Shall lie cold as a clod of the vale.
Then make me a grave far away from the crowd,
     Where Spring may her sweet flowers strew;
Leave my dirge to be sung by that bird of the clouds,
     The wild-noted, wailing curlew.


While coming one morning through sweet Lisnatrunk,
     I knew not the reason my spirits quite sunk,
And all things around me, I couldn't tell why,
     But they seemed to be saying, "John Blaney you're dry."

At the top of the Clogher I heard the same call
     Ringing through the bog meadows and round by Hillhall,
And green Ballymullan kept up the same cry,
     And it echoed the answer, "Poor Blaney you're dry."

'Twas the call of the wild birds came out of the moss,
     And the black troops of Hilden as they flew across;
The quail in the meadow, the lark in the sky,
     And the birds in the bushes sang, "Blaney you're dry."

Ah, my friends' they insisted, at their house I should stay,
     And not go to Lisburn, at least for that day;
But they might as well ask me to lie down and die,
     With my burning head aching, "Poor Blaney you're dry."

I want to Mahager, he had seen me before,
     He would not dismiss me, he knew I was poor.
Come in, said Mahager, with a tear in his eye,
     And I'll wet your ould whistle, "Poor Blaney you're dry."

Then here's to that man who took pity on me;
     Bad luck to ould Gladstone wher'er he may be,
That his word may deceive him, his truth prove a lie,
     With his high tax on whiskey, "Poor Blaney you're dry."


There is some diversity of opinion regarding "Blaney You're Dry." A different version, and one not at all as good as that quoted, has been current for many years in Lisburn. The fifth verse, as here given, is a decided improvement on the version generally in use.

A correspondent who knew John Blaney personally some 50 or 60 years ago supplies the following interesting information:--

John Blaney lived in Lisburn, but being on "a spree" in the country, all night, and passing through Lisnatrunk in the morning was on his way home to Lisburn, to get "a curer," hence the first line, which differs from another version I have seen.

He had one leg amputated above the knee and used a crutch. Blaney was an educated man, and gifted with a lot of talent had he used it aright. In early life he assisted the organist in the Cathedral by blowing the bellows, but being of an independent mind, he ran foul of the Rev. Dean of Ross, who dismissed him. Being then without the means of earning a living, he started a children's school in a dwelling-house in Antrim Street (I was a pupil at that school for one week), and in his spare time mended bellows. After a short time he gave up the school and followed the latter avocation. He was made welcome in both town and country, especially the country, where he made himself at home, as he played the fiddle well, though he never carried one; and being able to make a speech, was welcomed by the farmers, especially at dances, halls, or gatherings. He was distantly related to Henry Monroe, the Irish general and patriot. All his relatives lived in Lisburn and some live here still.

There was a "pub" in the Market Square, known as the Carman's Inn, kept by a man called Savage. Long strings of carts and horses pulled up at his place going to and coming from Belfast, and he had the privilege of serving them at all hours, night or day; but, although very civil, was very strict. He allowed no man in charge of a horse to get more than two drinks, and if they insisted in having more his word was always, "Car on, Mahager, you will get no more here." So he was nicknamed "Old Mahager," and was better known by that name to the men on the road than as Mr. Savage. He knew Blaney in better circumstances, and Blaney also knew him.

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M'Curry, Samuel S. -- IN KESWICK VALE AND OTHER POEMS, London, 1907. A resident of Co. Dublin.

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The M'Curry family was long resident in the Parish of Magheragall, Lisburn, having been domiciled in the Townland of Drumcill for upwards of 200 years. In the old homestead is a date stone bearing the inscription 1799. Isaac M'Curry, who died in 1909, aged 91 years, father of the poet, removed to Belfast in 1844, and in that city on 31st August, 1854, Samuel S. M'Curry was born. He held a responsible position for many years in the General Post Office, Dublin, and on retiring a few years ago from active life went to reside at Eastbourne. Two of his brothers hold good positions in the service of the Belfast Banking Company, Ltd. He published, in 1912, Dublin, a volume of poems entitled "The Smell o' the Turf." An introduction to this book was written by Professor Dowden, LL.D., Trinity College, Dublin. Two extracts are quoted from it as specimens of the poet's work:--


"While we have time" let nought prevent
Our working out life's good intent;
     Of slender worth are aims sublime
     To help the crippled ones to climb,
If only thoughts, not deeds are meant.

Life for a little while is lent,
We reason when we should repent,
For knowledge makes inaction crime
          "While we have time."

Were all our swollen wine-skins rent,
Their precious store on others spent,
     The music in our hearts, would chime.
     More sweet than in our golden prime,
And life give forth a fragrant scent
          "While we have time." '


The smell o' the turf -- how it gladdens and cheers
My city-worn heart that has hungered for years
For a sight of the fields from the head of the hill,
Where I listen again to the drone of the mill,
     And I gaze on the scene of my childhood with tears.

Even now when in manhood dejection and fears,
Oft shadow my pathway, and life's Autumn nears,
How it acts like a spell amid sorrow and ill --
     The smell o' the turf.

How poor is the palace that royalty rears,
How poor is the treasure of princes and peers;
Give me, when the wind in the orchard is shrill,
And the voice of the thrush in the gloaming is still,
     The smell o' the turf.


Mr. M'Curry has two more volumes ready for the press, and hopes to bring them out when the war is over and conditions are more normal. Since retiring in August, 1915, he has devoted almost his whole time to work amongst our soldiers, both in France and in this country. Although living for the greater part of his life outside the bounds of Ulster, he has never forgotten his native province, and Ulster, her people and customs, have always occupied a very warm place in his memory and affection.

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Further Extracts from the "Poets of Ireland" next week.



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War Declared on Neutral Shipping

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All Ships to be sunk at sight.

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Praise for Inniskillings and Leinster Regiment.

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Germany and her dupes have announced the opening of an orgy of piracy and destruction at sea. It appears that neutral commerce with the Allies is forbidden, and that ships will be torpedoed at sight without respect to flag or cargo. In the note presented to the United States Government the blame for the adoption of U-boat ruthlessness is laid on the Entente, who in consequence of their "lust of conquest," declined the peace overtures from Berlin.

The note has been received with indignation in America, and the Press says the German Ambassador must receive his passports, while one journal remarks that "if Germany wants war she can have it." Conferences were held at Washington yesterday, and although no official announcement has been made as to President Wilson's decision, it is rumoured that an ultimatum has been, or is being, sent to Berlin.

Field-Marshal Sir Douglas Haig reports that during Wednesday night, we again improved our positions north of Beaumont Hamel. Early yesterday morning our troops carried out a successful raid southeast of Neuville St. Vaast, and enemy raiders have been repulsed near Grandcourt, Armentieres, Ypres and Wytschaete. In the last-mentioned raid the enemy suffered heavy casualties. During January the British forces captured 1,228 prisoners, and praise is given to a number of regiments concerned, including the 1st Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers and the 2nd Leinster Regiment.

The Paris communiques record patrol encounters at various points of the front, notably at Rheims and north of Altkirch. Enemy railway stations and bivouacs have been bombed by French airmen.

The Russians have regained ground on the Kalnzem high road (west of Riga). On the Roumanian front three enemy attacks have been repulsed east of Yakobeni with heavy losses. Eleven officers and 1,000 more men have been taken prisoners.

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"The Loughborough Echo" of Friday last contained the following notice of the wedding of Lieut. Walter Tyler, who prior was a member of the clerical staff of the Lisburn Gas Works:--

The Woodgate Baptist Chapel on Wednesday morning was the scene of a military wedding, the bridegroom being Lieut. Walter Tyler, of the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, who arrived home this week on leave from the trenches, son of Mr. Henry Tyler, of Toothill Road. The bride was Miss Dorothy Hilda Ward, only daughter of Mr. J. W. Ward, Castledine. The Rev. Arthur Roberts, of Bulwell, officiated. The bride, who was given away by her father, was dressed in cream crepe de chine and ninon, with veil covering a wreath of white heather. She carried a bouquet of white lilies, tied with ribbons in the regimental colours. Miss Hilda Moss attended as bridesmaid, and was attired in shot silk ninon, with hat to match. The brooch she wore, comprising the regimental badge in gold, and the bouquet of flowers tied with regimental colours, were gifts from the bridegroom. In the absence of a brother officer from the trenches, the best man was Lieut. Townend, of the regimental headquarters. A reception for friends of the families was held at Castledine, and the newly-wedded pair left shortly afterwards for London, where the remainder of the bridegroom's leave is to be spent. Over the bride's travelling costume she wore a fur coat, the gift of the bridegroom. The sword worn by the groom was a gift from the brides. Among the many presents received was a set of Crown Derby ornaments from the teachers of the Woodgate Sunday School, where the bride is the superintendent of the primary department. Mr. A. E. Bowler was at the organ.


Germans Preferred to Irish.

Fermanagh Agricultural Committee has decided to ask the Department for 200 labourers at once. Mr. Lendrum, J.P., said the people would prefer German prisoners to Western Irish labourers. The secretary said all the Germans would be used in England.



For Catching Pollen in Close Season.

At Crumlin monthly sessions on Monday -- Dr. Museen, J.P., presiding -- Andrew King, inspector of fisheries, charged Thos. O'Hara, Ballynageeragh, with having had in his possession on 2nd December last, at Aldergrove Railway Station, 461 pollen, which had been illegally caught in the close season.

Mr. J. K. Currie, Ballymena, appeared for the prosecution, and Mr. T. J. Campbell, B.L. (instructed by Mr. John Graham, Belfast), was for the defendant.

It appeared that the defendant or his son delivered the pollen at Aldergrove Station, whence they were forwarded to Leeds, where they were detected and claimed by the market inspector, who reported the matter to the Fishmongers Company, London.

Mr. Campbell appealed to the magistrates to take into consideration the fact that the defendant was a poor man and that if they inflicted the full penalty it would be impossible for him to pay.

Mr. Currie said the penalty was 10s for each fish, but after what was said he would be content with a conviction against the defendant for having ten fish.

The magistrates fined defendant £5, and awarded £5 in respect of costs.


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Lisburn Standard - Friday, 9 February, 1917




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(Oxford University Press, 1912.)


Twenty-seven names of writers of verse, of local interest, from "The Poets of Ireland," have been selected -- these will be extracted and given here with the relative notes from the volume on each writer. The notes will be given in full and verbatim. Where possible the notes from "The Poets of Ireland" will be supplemented and augmented by additional and new matter gathered from other sources.

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Stott, Thomas. -- THE SONGS OF DEARDRA, AND OTHER PIECES, London, 1825. This once well-known writer, who is referred to in Byron's "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers," was born at Hillsborough, Co. Down, on April 25, 1755. He was a rich linen-bleacher in Dromore. A great friend of Dr. Percy, Bishop of Dromore, he was first a violent Republican, it is said, afterwards becoming a strong Conservative. He died on April 22, 1829, at his residence in Dromore, and was buried in the Cathedral grounds. There is a lengthy inscription on his tombstone, which was erected by his son, John Stott who died in Coleraine on May 17, 1860). Thomas Stott wrote numerous poems for the United Irishmen's "Northern Star," "Belfast News-Letter," London "Morning Post," "Poetical Register" (1806, etc.), and other periodicals over the signature of "Hafiz," and his own name. He was the "Thomas Stott" of "Waringstown" and "Banks of Banna," who wrote for Walker's "Hibernian Magazine," 1779-80. In the same magazine for August and November, 1801, are poems by him, two of them signed "Hafiz Dromore." There is a poem of his among Rev. Samuel Burdy's verses, and another is in Madden's "Literary Remains of the United Irishmen," taken from "Paddy's Resource."

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Byron in his "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers" refers to Stott three times --

Each, country book-club bows the knee to Baal,
And, hurling lawful genius from the throne,
Erects a shrine and idol of its own,
Some leaden calf -- but whom it matters not
From soaring Southey down to grovelling Stott.

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As for the smaller fry who swarm in shoals,
From silly Hafiz up to simple Bowles;
Why should we call them from their dark abode,
In broad St Giles's or in Tottenham Road.

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Let Stott, Carlisle, Matilda and the rest --
Of Grub Street and of Grosvenor Place the best,
Scrawl on, till death release us from the strain,
Or Common Sense assert her right again.

Byron afterwards wrote -- evidently regretting his harsh and biting words -- "The greater part of this satire I most sincerely wish had never been written -- not only on account of the injustice of much of the critical, and some of the personal part of it, but the tone and temper are such as I cannot approve."

In Dromore Cathedral are two handsome windows recording the children and grandchildren of Thomas Stott. The portion of the transept in which the windows are is known as the "Stott Niche."

The Mount of Dromore formed the subject of a beautiful poem by a youthful poet of Dromore, named Thomas Romney Robinson, who lived at the time Dr. Percy was Bishop of Dromore. When Robinson was in his 49th year a volume of his poems was published.

Of Cunningham, another youthful Dromore poet, who died in 1804. Robinson wrote: --


On the death of William Cunningham, by Master T. Romney Robinson.

Hark! 'midst the gloom of Lagan's winding shores,
     Yon mournful knell, loud thrills the startled ear; --
While freed from life, a much lov'd spirit soars,
     And claims on earth, the tribute of a tear.

See! dark December tears his robes of snow,
     Cold icy dew his hoary locks deforms;
And with the expiring year, departing slow,
     Sighs 'midst the whirl-wind of his rushing storms.

In fancys wreath no gem resplendent shines,
     Her frantic hand the flow'ry garland rends;
Funereal cypress, round her brow she twines,
     And o'er her favourite's tomb in sorrow bends.

In his pure mind the flow'rs of genius sprung,
     His artless breast with every virtue shone;
His rural lyre the sylvan dryades strung,
     And truth inspired him from her heavenly throne.

But now, no more that vocal lyre shall charm,
     Cold is the hands that bade its chords resound;
And cold that heart, so late with friendship warm,
     Deep in the bosom of the wintry ground.

New fledged with radiant plumes of heavenly fire,
His soul ascending views its native skies:
Cease, cease my muse, from paths unknown retire,
And from the prospect turn thy dazzled eyes.

Belfast, December 31, 1804.

In 1808 was published "Poems by W. Cunningham," Dromore, James Parks. From the introduction to the volume the following is taken:--

William Cunningham was born at Maharabeg, in the parish of Dromore, on the 19th of March, 1781; and while he was a poor weaver boy, having received the first rudiments of education at one of the Bishop of Dromore's Sunday schools, had by reading such books as he could borrow made so considerable a progress, that in the autumn of 1800 he presented his Lordship with a copy of verses requesting the loan of books. The Bishop being struck with the marks of genius displayed in this poem (which is unfortunately lost), rescued him from the loom, and placed him at the Diocesan school of Dromore, where his application was so diligent, that in about three years he had read the principal Latin and Greek classicks.

Being thus qualified to superintend the education of youth, which had been the object of his wishes, he was received early in the year 1804 as an assistant teacher in the academy of the Rev. Doctor Bruce of Belfast, where he was distinguished for his diligence and skill in preparing the boys under his care to be examined before the summer vacation in that year. But by this time such strong symptoms of a consumption had appeared in his tall, thin, and slender frame, that he could not any more return to his charge; and his declining health confined him to the house of his poor mother, near the turn pike gate between Hillsborough and Dromore, where he continued to experience the kindness of his former patron, and was most generously attended by Sir George Atkinson, an eminent, physician in the adjoining town of Hillsborough; but his case was beyond the reach of medical aid, and terminated fatally on Thursday, the 27th December; he was interred in Dromore churchyard on the Saturday following, having nearly completed his 24th year.

Specimen of his work --


On the Peace -- 1801.

Long-banish'd peace again descends,
     Array'd in all her heav'nly charms,
Her dove-like wings to earth she bends,
     Bids Europe drop the deathful arms.

Aghast she stands at her return,
     To view war, death, and horror reign,
Hears widows, mothers, orphans mourn,
     For husbands, sons, and fathers slain.

Scarce had the heav'nly goddess spoke,
     When France and Britain heard her voice,
The hostile bands of war was broke,
     Let all the world around rejoice. --

Armies commission'd to destroy,
     Shall ravage Europe's plains no more,
Nor longer they their arms employ,
     To drench her fertile fields with gore.

The Rhine shall cease with blood to flow,
     Th' affrighted Po shall limpid stray,
Where late encamp'd the warlike foe,
     Blithe shepherds and their flocks will play.

Victorious Nelson! war give o'er,
     With laurel wreaths and olive crown'd,
How moor thy fleet round Albion's shore,
     That long hath aw'd the vast profound.

Commerce displays her canvas wings,
     To foreign climes bounds o'er the flood,
Their choicest stores from thence she brings,
     Her constant aim -- the public good.

Life-aiding agriculture spreads
     Beneath th' industrious peasant's care,
The hostile bands no more he dreads
     To mar the labours of the year.

Even science'self will wake a-new,
     In ev'ry grace divinely drest.
And ope new prospects to our view,
     While love and friendship warm each breast.

The tender mother fondly hears,
     The darling son from danger freed,
Whose breast for him oft heav'd with fears,
     Lest war shou'd him to battle lead.

The lovely nymph of blooming charms,
     May fearless yield her heart and all --
Since war no more will from her arms,
     Her fav'rite swain to battle call.

These and a thousand, gifts are thine,
     Sweet peace! -- which war can never know,
Now Europe bows before thy shrine,
     From thee her choicest blessings flow.

Thomas Percy, Bishop of Dromore, was the author of several valuable books, and was also a poet of no mean order. His ballad, "O Nancy, wilt thou go with Me?" written to the lady who afterwards became his wife, has real merit and sweetness.

Near the town of Dromore, between the Dublin Road and the River Lagan, is a handsome monument in memory of Bishop Percy bearing an inscription written by Thomas Stott.

"A Ramble through Dromore," "Banbridge Chronicle" Office, 1886, by John F. Mulligan (Linen Hall Library), contains valuable and interesting information regarding the town and neighbourhood of Dromore.

Specimen of Thomas Stott's work --


Banish'd from earth those fiends should be,
     Their foul deeds ne'er forgiven,
Who aim, with treacherous enmity,
     To hurt -- the Land they live in.

A parricide is deem'd the worst
     Of culprits under Heaven;
And they are equally accurst,
     That wound -- the Land they live in.

No favour ev'n a foreign foe,
     When from their country driven,
Should ever to the miscreants show.
     That hate -- the Land they live in.

Against oppression all should strive,
     (As patriots oft have striven),
But none at wicked schemes connive.
     To blast -- the Land they live in.

True loyalty, like yonder oak,
     By lightning scathed and riven,
Still sends new suckers from the stroke,
     To guard -- the Land we live in.

But black dishonour shall attend
Their name, whose plans contriven
To answer some base sordid end,
Would crush -- the Land we live in.

Our Grattan late -- our Canning now,
     Have bright examples given
Of patriotism, truth must avow,
     To help -- the Land we live in.

Then let all loyal subjects sing,
From Dingle to Dungiven --
Success attend our noble King,
And bless -- the Land we live in.

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Further Extracts from the "Poets of Ireland" next week.




This Court was held yesterday, before Messrs. James M'Connell, J.P. (presiding); Hugh. J. Larmor, J.P.; W. J. M'Murray, J.P.; Robert Griffith, J.P.; Edward Donaghy, jun., J.P.; William Ritchie, J.P.; and G. V. Taylor, J.P.

No Lights.

The following were fined for cycling with-out lights -- George Greenfield, 1s and costs; Stanley Armstrong, 1s; Robert Beckett, 1s; James Beckett, 1s; and John E. Phillips (vehicle), costs of Court.

Food Prices in Lisburn.

At the conclusion of the business of the Court,

The Chairman, addressing the District-Inspector of Police, asked had any steps been taken in Lisburn to enforce the maximum prices fixed for food. It would be a very serious hardship on the poor if higher prices than those fixed by the Government were charged.

District-Inspector Gregory replied that he had got no official instructions at all with reference to the matter. Until he did he could not do anything officially.

The Chairman said that the magistrates had a strong feeling that the poor should be helped. When the Government had promulgated a law it should be made to apply to Lisburn as well as other places. He noticed that the police were enforcing the regulations in other towns.

District-Inspector Gregory said he was glad the magistrates had mentioned the matter, and he would bring their representations before his authorities.

The Chairman assured the District-Inspector that the police would have the full support of the magistrates, who were matter under the notice of the Constabulary.



This Court was held yesterday before Messrs. James M'Connell, J.P. (in the chair); Robert Griffith, J.P.; H. G. Larmor, J.P.; Wm. Ritchie, J.P.; Edward Donaghy, jun., J.P.; W. J. M'Murray, J.P.; and G. V. Taylor, J.P.

District-Inspector Gregory and Mr. T. J. English, C.P.S., were in attendance.

Constable M'Donald v. Wm. Courtenay, disorderly on 27th ult. -- 7s 6d and costs.

Sergeant Edgar v. Mary A. M'Gonigal and Catherine Hamilton, fighting on 30th ult. in Bridge Street. Both defendants had previous records. M'Gonigal was fined 20s and costs and Hamilton 10s and costs.

This concluded the business.

Mr. Joseph Allen, solicitor (for Mr. Young), conducted the prosecutions.



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Striking British Successes.

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Ground Gained on the Ancre.

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Big Liner Sunk By Submarine.

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War Between America and Germany Imminent.

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As foreshadowed last Friday, the severance of diplomatic relations between America and Germany has taken place, and war seems imminent, as the latest news is that the Germans, continuing their policy of murder at sea, have sunk the Anchor liner California, outbound from New York with passengers and mails. The receipt of the news in Washington caused a great sensation. A break with Austria is hourly expected.

Following the bloodless taking of Grandcourt, Field-Marshal Sir Douglas Haig again records striking British successes. Yesterday morning our troops carried an important enemy position on the highest point of Sailly-Saillisel Hill (north-east of Combles), a machine gun and 78 prisoners being taken. Since the New Year we have advanced on the Ancre a depth of three-quarters of a mile on a front of over three miles.

The French communiques report artillery duels and patrol encounters at various points. In the Argonne, in the sector of Bolante, a successful surprise attack was carried out against the German trenches.

Fighting has taken places north-east of Kirlibaba, where advanced Russian detachments captured an enemy trench and repulsed a counter-attack. The lull in Roumania continues.

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Interesting Address by Mrs. Sinclair, Strabane.

On Wednesday afternoon last a very interesting address was delivered by the above-named lady in the Nicholson Memorial Schoolhouse to a large and representative gathering. Mrs. Sinclair has just returned from France, where she has been on a visit to her daughter, who is in charge of the U.V.F. Hospital at Lyons. Her description of the work that is being done by the brave nurses and doctors, who are doing their best to alleviate the sufferings of our heroes, was most instructive. She related numerous conversations she had with British and French soldiers. One of Mrs. Sinclair's most interesting items was what she described as "facial repairs," relating to the high surgical proficiency that obtains in these days of war. She alluded to the way, in many instances, in which part of the face has been blown off and how the surgeon in nearly all cases had been able, through a composition, covered by skin taken from the body to make good without the slightest detection the part that has been deficient. Mrs. Sinclair showed photos of a number of patients who had been treated in this way. Surely we should be thankful for this wonderful achievement, as many who would have been disfigured for life will be able to return to their homes not the ghastly sights that otherwise they might have been. The hospital has been doing a good work, and is worthy of all we can do to help. It is under the care of the Ulster Women's Unionist Council, and should appeal greatly to our members. Tea was supplied by Mrs. Ewart and the ladies of the Committee of the Lisburn Branch S.A.W.U.A. On the proposal of Miss Stannus, seconded by Miss Pounden, a vote of thanks was passed to Mrs. Sinclair for her kindness in being with them that afternoon, and the pleasure they all had in listening to her very interesting address; also to Rev. R. H. S. Cooper for presiding in the unavoidable absence of Miss M'Cance, who had been laid aside by a severe cold. The collection was in aid of the hospital, and the meeting was terminated by the singing of the National Anthem.

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Now a Patient In Co. Antrim Infirmary.

Amongst those mentioned in Sir Douglas Haig's famous Despatch, dated 2nd January, 1917, regarding the memorable and historic British Somme offensive, was Corporal H. E. Y. Carroll, 8th Hussars. He is a son of the late Mr. J. J. Carroll and of Mrs. Carroll, 41 Castle Road, Dundalk.

At a critical moment in the local offensive, Corporal Carroll was sent to the first line trenches on despatch work. His comrade was wounded on the way up, and had to be left behind. On the way back, Corporal Carroll picked up the wounded man and, in the open and under fire, carried him to where their horses were tethered. They mounted and set off, but his friend was wounded a second time by machine gun fire, and could not guide his horse. So the gallant Corporal, holding him on his horse, galloped both horse and man to safety. Sent on a second similar errand that day, Corporal Carroll got safely back, although his companion and his own horse were both blown to pieces. As a result of shock and injuries received, he is now a patient in the Co. Antrim Infirmary, after having spent some time at home on sick leave. The gallant Corporal's mother had a most complimentary letter from Lieut.-Colonel Murrendon, commanding the 8th Hussars, congratulating her on having such a gallant son.

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The members of the St. John Ambulance Association V.A.D., Antrim 26 (Dunmurry), have an excellent record of war service. Fourteen members of the detachment, of which Miss M'Cance, Suffolk, Dunmurry, is the able and popular commandant, have volunteered their services, which have been accepted, in various capacities. Their names and where employed are as follow:-- Anderson, Elizabeth, Birmingham; Anderson, Emilie, Whalley (housekeeper); Arnold, Susan C., Nottingham; Bailey, W. M. (Mrs.), York, Mudros; Bluett, May Newton, London; Bristow, Isabel May, Birmingham; Herd, Elizabeth, Birkenhead (housekeeper); Herd, Maud, Birkenhead; Higginson, Mary, U.V.F., Belfast; Neill, Frances, U.V.F., Belfast (cook); Penter, Daisy G., Nottingham; Robinson, Irvina, Cattrick (cook); Taylor, Mary, Birkenhead; and Wise, Barbara, France. It may be added that the remaining members of the detachment assist when required at the Midland Station Free Buffet for Soldiers and Sailors under the St. John A.A.

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Yesterday military honours were accorded the funeral of Private John Corkin, late Royal Irish Rifles, who died on Tuesday at his father's residence, Gregg Street, Lisburn. Under the command of Lieut. M'Cammon, the band and a firing party of the Rifles attended the funeral, which took place at 3 o'clock p.m. The attendance of mourners was exceedingly large , and evidences of sympathy were displayed along the route to the cemetery, where the burial service was conducted by the Rev. Canon Pounden, rector of the Cathedral Parish. The customary military ceremony was performed and deeply impressed all present.

The deceased, who had served at the front with the South Antrims, was invalided home some months ago and subsequently discharged. A soldier brother was accidentally drowned at the front in June last year, while a second brother was wounded on the 1st July at the Somme. Military honours were accorded deceased through the good offices of Mr. Thomas Sinclair, late chairman of the Urban Council.


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Lisburn Standard - Friday, 16 February, 1917




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(Oxford University Press, 1912.)


Twenty-seven names of writers of verse, of local interest, from "The Poets of Ireland," have been selected -- these will be extracted and given here with the relative notes from the volume on each writer. The notes will be given in full and verbatim. Where possible the notes from "The Poets of Ireland" will be supplemented and augmented by additional and new matter gathered from other sources.

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Mercer, Col. Edward Smyth. -- "Mount Carmel," a poem, London, 1866; "The Mercer Chronicle," in verse, London, 1866.

The last-named work is a rhymed history of the Mercer family, with learned notes attached. He was the son of Col. E. S. Mercer (who died December 24, 1847, and is buried in Lisburn Cathedral), and was probably a native of County Down like his father.

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He was a descendent of the Mercers whose deaths are recorded on a tablet in Lisburn Cathedral. The first of the name, John Mercer, came from Scotland and died about 1636. John, of Castle Robin, Derriaghy, died 1726; John, of Hill Hall Court, died 1731; and a long list of other deceased Mercers and relatives follow.

Sir Moyses Hill, ancestor of the Downshire family, commenced the erection of a mansion and stronghold about the year 1600 that afterwards became known as Hill's Court, Hill Hall Court, and the Hall of the Hills. It is described as situated on a piece of rising ground at a picturesque spot not fox distant from the hamlet of Lisnagarvagh. Francis, the grandson of Sir Moyses, who ultimately completed the construction of Hill Hall Court, died in 1655, and was buried in the family vault of the Lisburn Church. The Hill family by 1705 had finally left Hill Hall and gone to reside in Hillsborough Castle. The old Castle at Hillsborough, which became the residence of Peter Hill, eldest son of Sir Moyses, was simply an ancient stronghold of the Magennisses enlarged and renovated.

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Richardson, James Nicholson. -- "O'Neill of Munster," a poem, Newry, 1880; "The Baron's Dream," a Xmas carol, Newry, 1887. Born in 1846. A well-known manufacturer, of Bessbrook, near Newry.

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He published in 1915 "Reminiscences of Friends in Ulster." The volume contains personal notices and sketches of numerous Ulster families, including Barcrofts, Bells, Greens, Lambs, Malcomsons, Pims, Richardsons, Wakefields, etc., etc. He also published "The Quakri at Lurgan," 1877; "The Quakri at Lurgan and Grange," 1899. The "Quakri" is a long poem, or rather two poems, modelled on Macaulay's "Lays of Ancient Rome," and deals in a humorous manner with the views of a number of well-known "Friends" in Ulster on the propriety or impropriety of indulging in the singing of hymns at public worship. The volume contains in addition numerous exceedingly fine photographs.

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(Alfred Perceval Graves.)

'Twas pretty to be in Ballinderry,
     'Twas pretty to be in Aghalee,
'Twas prettier to be in little Ram's Island,
     Trysting under the ivy tree!
          Ochone, ochone!
          Ochone, ochone!
For often I roved in little Ram's Island,
Side by side with Phelimy Hyland,
And still he'd court me and I'd be coy,
Though at heart I loved him, my handsome boy!

"I'm going," he sighed, "from Ballinderry,
     Out and across the stormy sea,
"Then if in your heart you love me, Mary,
     Open at last your arms to me."
          Ochone, ochone!
          Ochone, ochone!
I opened my arms, how well he knew me,
I opened my arms and took him to me;
And there, in the gloom of the groaning mast.
We kissed our first and we kissed our last!

'Twas happy to be in little Ram's Island,
     But now 'tis as sad as sad can be:
For the ship that sailed with Phelimy Hyland
     Is sunk for ever beneath the sea.
          Ochone, ochone!
          Ochone, ochone!
And 'tis oh! but I wear the weeping willow
And wander alone by the lonesome billow,
And cry to him over the cruel sea,
Phelimy Hyland, come back to me!

This poem is taken from "Modern Anglo-Irish Verse" by Padric Gregory, 1913. A. P. Graves was the son of the Protestant Bishop of Limerick. He has written numerous songs and ballads. "Father O'Flynn" is from his pen. Was an Inspector of Schools, from, which position he retired in 1910.

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Owenson, Robert. -- THEATRICAL TEARS, a poem occasioned by "Familiar Epistles to Frederick Jones" (over signature of "R. N. O."), Dublin, 1804.

Father of Lady Morgan and Lady Clarke, was a clever actor, vocalist and musician. I have seen the music of Lover's song, "Rory O'More," attributed to him. Born in the Barony of Tyrawley, County Mayo, in 1744. He was for many years on the Irish stage, and is said to have changed his name from MacOwen to Owenson. He died on May 27, 1812, at 44 North Great George's Street, Dublin, the residence of his son-in-law, Sir Arthur Clarke, M.D. and was buried at Irishtown, near Dublin. Skeffington Gibbon, in his "Recollections," pages 142-144, says he was born in Sligo. He probably wrote "The Land of Potatoes," in Croker's "Popular Songs of Ireland." For further references see O'Keeffe's "Recollections," and "Life of Thomas Dermody."

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Owenson's daughter, Sydney, married in 1812 Sir T. C. Morgan, M.D., Dublin She published during her long life a large number of works, both prose and verse. Born about 1778, died in 1859. She was in receipt of a Civil List pension of £300 at the time of her death. Her best known work of fiction was "The Wild Irish Girl." His other daughter, Olivia, married in 1808 Sir Arthur Clarke, a Dublin physician. She was Born in 178S and died in 1845. Wrote many poems for different magazines and annuals. Published a comedy in five acts, which was successfully produced on the stage, entitled "The Irishwoman."

"The Dictionary of National Biography" gives some information regarding Robert Owenson. It states that he was primarily educated at a hedge-school in Co. Mayo and acted for a short time as steward to a neighbouring landowner. Having removed to London and acquired a taste for theatricals, he applied to Oliver Goldsmith who introduced him to Garrick about 1771. He had a handsome and commanding figure and sang well. He appeared on the Dublin stage in 1776, and later became part proprietor of Crow Street Theatre. His subsequent theatrical ventures in various parts of Ireland did not meet with success.

Hugh M'Call in his "Ireland and Her Staple Industries," Third Edition, 1870 gives an interesting sketch of the life of Betty, "The young Roscius," born in Lisburn, 1791. In this sketch he refers to the Owenson family --

From the time of the Insurrection the handsome town of Lisburn had been the station for a troop of horse and a numerous company of foot soldiers. A splendid band accompanied them, and what, with the daily parades, inspection of troops and periodical bugle calls, the inhabitants were bidding fair to imbibe much more of the military spirit than is usually found to exist in provincial towns. Besides these sources of excitement, a respectable company of theatricals, under the management of Mr. Robert Owenson, father of the future Lady Morgan and Lady Clarke, added largely to the intellectual amusement of the citizens. Mr. Owenson's theatre was situate in the rere of Mr. Stewart's house opposite the road since made to Hillsborough, and the lessee himself and his two daughters resided next door. The society of the young ladies was much sought after by the merchants and manufacturers; but the ancient dowagers of Castle Street -- the Piccadilly of Lisburn -- and the other exclusives of that aristocratic quarter, entertaining a pious horror of the stage and its performers, kept aloof from them as if to touch the hem of their garment would have been to depart from the faith. Miss O'Neill, afterwards Lady Beecher -- then a young and rapidly rising performer, took the leading parts in the cast of characters, and rejoiced in the moderate salary of thirty shillings a week.


By Thomas Stott, Dromore.

Nature had form'd the fair O'Neill to please --
     A voice of melody -- soul of feeling --
A mien combining dignity and ease --
     True excellence with modesty concealing.

And now to thee, Britannia, we confide
     The precious charge of this choice flower;
With kindness cherish it, for 'twas our pride.
     To watch it blooming in its native bower.     |

And soon, or much mistaken is the bard,
     Will thy discerning sons its value see:
And own, that in the marks of her regard,
     Erin ne'er sent a sweeter gift to thee.

Though rich in native rarities before,
New lustre this will add to the unrivalled store.

In a lengthy footnote to the life of Betty, Mr. M'Call again refers to the Owensons --

The unco guid and rigidly righteous of the "West End" of Lisburn were greatly opposed to "Owenson and his strolling players." At that time, it was quite customary for troops of these professionals to itinerate from town to town, and, for the nonce, transform a barn or hay-loft into a theatre, where the legitimate drama was produced, if not in the highest style of art, at all events so as to give intense gratification to the audience.

Robert Owenson was a man of abilities very superior to that of most of his contemporaries. As a relation of Goldsmith, he possessed much of that wonderful man's versatility, and although when he went to London to try his fortune on the stage, he changed his name from MacOwen to that by which he was ever after distinguished, he was still, in heart and soul, an Irishman. He had great musical taste, and wrote some popular melodies, Rory O'More being one of his best in that style of composition. After his marriage, in 1778, he seceded from Covent Garden Theatre, where he had gained considerable celebrity in a long line of Irish characters, and became one of the choristers in Westminster Abbey. The salary was ample and the work light, but his heart yearned for the footlights, and he returned to Dublin, where for many years he performed with great success at Crow Street. In an hour of wild speculation, he was induced to build the unique theatre at Kilkenny, where Tom Moore frequently figured as an amateur. The result proved most disastrous, and ultimately sent him to the Bankruptcy Court. His wife died some years before, leaving him two daughters to educate and support, and once again he faced the world with a light heart and empty pocket. For several years he marshalled a troop of strolling players, and visited most of the provincial towns, occasionally appearing in some of his favourite characters, but never permitting either of his daughters to set foot on the stage. In 1803-4 Mr. Owenson's party performed regularly in Lisburn, at a theatre improvised out of a large hay-loft, in Bow Street. I remember, when a very little boy, spelling my way through an old playbill in which it was announced that the company would perform Goldsmith's admired comedy, "She Stoops to Conquer" -- Tony Lumpkin, Mr. Owenson; Marlow, Mr. Williams. A gentleman who was a frequent play goer in those days told me that he was in the house one night when Mr. Owenson personated Major O'Flaherty, in the "West Indian." His two daughters, Sydney and Olivia, occupied a box near the stage, and, during an interesting scene, as they talked ratter loudly to some of the officers of the garrison, who had strolled in for a small flirtation, one of the gods cried out -- "Its a shame for you, Miss Owenson, to interrupt your father's performance." This rebuke at once silenced the gossiper, and, in a few minutes afterwards, the box was empty.

It seems most unaccountable that, in her autobiographical memoirs, Lady Morgan merely glances at her residence in Lisburn, and this is the more extraordinary when we consider that, in course of that sojourn, she passed through one of those phases of life which no woman ever forgets. During their residence in Lisburn, the society of the Misses Owenson was much courted. Sydney played the harp and sung her own songs in a style that never failed to enrapture her hearers, and Olivia accompanied her sister in most of the melodies. Francis Crossley, son of a spirit merchant in town, had fallen madly in love with Miss OWenson, who, by the way, was some years his senior. The "Wild Irish Girl," as this lady was familiarly called, had just then finished the rough copy of the celebrated tale, the Novice of St. Dominik, and, with a lover's enthusiasm, her adorer undertook to transcribe the work and make it ready for the printer. The sequel of the "good old story" followed all this. A proposal of marriage was made by Crossley, but, as he was entirely dependent on his father, and had no profession, and as his lady love was also without means, they put off the matrimonial contract, until the young gentleman had got into a position which would enable him to support himself and make provision for his wife. Lord Hertford had then considerable influence with the Indian Board, and, at Miss Owenson's suggestion, Crossley applied to that nobleman for a situation in the Eastern service. About this time, Robert Owenson and his troop of performers were about to leave Lisburn; the young people had entered into a solemn engagement to live for each other, and, as will be seen, Crossley faithfully kept his vow. The application to Lord Hertford proved successful, and, in the summer of 1806, he sailed for India, where he was appointed to an ensigncy in the Madras Infantry. For several years after his arrival in India, the young officer kept up a regular correspondence with Miss Owenson. He had been especially attentive to his duties, and was not forgotten by the authorities. In 1810 he got a lucrative appointment in the civil service, but having been sent far into the interior, and postal communication being exceedingly slow from that quarter, an interruption took place in the correspondence. Still the "Wild Irish Girl" held her supremacy in his affections. In the meantime, Miss Owenson had been devoting all her spare time to literature, and her popularity as a novelist had risen far beyond her most dreamy anticipations. Her sister married Sir Arthur Clarke, a Dublin physician, in good practice, and her own income from the copyright of her works was pretty handsome. But this was not all. Her writings abounded in a spirit of independence then little known. She had baldly laid bare the injustice with which Ireland had been governed; and, although a Protestant and a firm believer in the Episcopalian creed, she felt keenly for the wrongs of the Catholic, and, with a woman's love of battling for the weaker side, she fought hard for the Emancipation of her fellow countrymen of that Church. This courageous course raised many enemies against her. The "Quarterly Review" handled her novels with merciless severity, and, although there was much, to condemn in many of those works, still the severity with which she was assailed called forth immense sympathy, and she became the petted protege of a powerful section of the lending aristocracy. And now comes the romance of one remarkable portion of her life. Crossley's correspondence, as I have stated, had been interrupted from no fault of his, and Dr. Charles Morgan, a widower, with a daughter nearly grown up, and some pretensions to literary taste, had been paying court to the gifted authoress. The Lord Lieutenant knighted him for purpose in aiding the suit, and at length he was accepted, and the marriage was arranged to come off at Baronscourt, the seat of Lord Abercorn, in the County Tyrone. In August, 1812, the ceremony took place, and when the wedding party came back from church several letters, addressed to Miss Owenson, were handed to the bride. One of them was from Lieutenant Crossley. He accounted for his silence by stating that he had been sent to an isolated island, but, having gained a high position and an ample income, he claimed the hand of his affianced, and sent money to pay her passage to India.

Of course, it was then too late; the die had been cast; but Lady Morgan never forgot that chapter in her own romantic history. A short time before her death, and when fourscore years had passed over her head, she related the story to Sir J. K. Tennant with all the excitement of girlish recollection.

Crossley got a captaincy in 1824, and also the usual leave of absence. He visited Lisburn, and married Miss Stewart, of that town, in the autumn of the same year. On his return to India, and while passing through London, he called on Lady Morgan, introduced his handsome wife, and spent a most exciting evening with the object of his first attachment.

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Young, Robert. -- In his "Ulster Harmonist" there is a song on the celebration of the Twelfth of July at Lisburn in the year 1823. A few verses may be quoted --


Blithe joy bells announced the glad morning
     Which Lisburn still hails with delight,
When William, all idle fears scorning,
     Rush'd valiantly forth to the fight;
And soon in a splendid procession,
     Did hundreds in harmony join,
Lodge following Lodge in succession,
     As regiments march'd to the Boyne.

The town with sweet music resounded,
     Which heighten'd the joy of the day,
Full fifty-three Lodges went round it,
     All marshall'd in Orange array;
To Church we proceeded, delighted,
     Devotional homage to pay
To him who the foemen affrighted,
     And freed us by Nassau this day.

The sun seem'd to brighten in splendour --
     Our flags waving wide in the wind,
Inscrib'd with the words "No Surrender,"
     With orange and purple entwined;
An arch near the Church was erected,
     And through it we march'd in a line;
None pass'd there who e'er were suspected,
     For each gave the true Purple sign.

The sermon was short but impressive,
     Instructive in every part,
Propounding religion progressive,
     The homage that comes from the heart:
It taught us morality -- royal
     Allegiance to Sion's great King;
We join'd then in harmony loyal,
     Our hymns of thanksgiving to sing.

He was known as "The Fermanagh True Blue." Born in 1800 near Fintona, Co. Tyrone. He also published the "Orange Minstrel" and other works. In the "Ulster Harmonist" are several poems from the pen of the Rev. John Graham, born in Co. Longford 1774, died at Magilligan, Co. Derry, 1844, who wrote and published numerous volumes of historical poems. He is described by O'Donoghue in "The Poets of Ireland" as "the best of the Orange poets."

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Flecher, Henry M'Donald. (See notes, Article XIV.), -- Born in Ballinderry, Co. Antrim, about 1840. "Northern Whig," 15th November, 1902. Article entitled "A Local Reminiscence: The Poet of 'Bonnie Portmore,'" by A. Brown. Henry M'Donald Flecher died at Blossom, Texas, on 21st October, 1902. He taught school successively at Ballymaglaff, Comber, and Moneyrea, all in Co. Down. In 1866 he removed to Belfast, and taught for a short time in Springfield National School. In 1867 he resigned the occupation of teaching, and for three years was cashier in Crumlin Road Mills. In 1870 he emigrated to Texas. In religion he was a Unitarian, and in politics an advanced Liberal.

Specimen of his work --


Oh, there's nothing on earth like a shed of one's own
     On a fiel' that's a body's for iver!
It's there ye have courage to "lay down yer bone"
     And give thanks to the bountiful Giver.
I would rather be lord of a scraw-covered bay
     Than be tenant at will of a castle;
And I'm happier here in this humble wee way
Than an emperor's wealthiest vasal.

     Chorus:      For iver, for iver! my houldin's for iver,
          As nate a wee spot as you'd see!
     I envy no throne with a cot of my own
          For Betty, the childher, and me:

Not a master to plaze, not a mortal to fear,
     Not a want if we steadily labour;
But from autumn to autumn the height of good cheer
     And a bite for a hungery neighbour.
I live in content like my daddies of yore,
     No baillie to spy or to plunder;
And I drain it, and dig it, and dung it galore,
     Till the craps are the counthery's wonder.

When driven in couple, like wethers or goats,
     Poor cotters crowd in at elections,
The landlords may scare from the crathers their votes,
     But conscience gives me my directions.
The clark's but a sarvant, the taicher's a slave
     Doctors dodge, and the clargy palaver;
But I needn't knuckle to tyrant or knave
     I'm lord of my acres for ever!

     Chorus:      For iver, for iver! I houl' them for iver,
          As purty wee fiel's as you'd see!
     I envy no throne with a cot of my own
          For Betty, the childher, and me:

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M'Cloy, Samuel. -- Born in Lisburn 1831 died at Balham 1904. Figure painter. Referred to in Strickland's "Dictionary of Irish Artists."

M'Cloy was apprenticed to James and Thomas Smyth, a firm of engravers in Belfast, and also studied in the School of Design. Later he studied in the Central School, Somerset House, London, and was appointed in 1853 Master of Waterford School of Art. In 1875 he returned to Belfast, and remained there until he went to London in 1881. He occasionally exhibited in the Royal Hibernian Academy between 1862 and 1882, contributing figure subjects and scenes of Irish domestic life. He also contributed a few works to London exhibitions 1859 to 1891. In the Victoria and Albert Museum is a drawing of "Black Grapes" by him, and in the Belfast Art Gallery a small oil picture of a girl standing by the sea, entitled, "Where the White Foam Kisses Her Feet." Mr. F. A. C. Mills, Cliftonville, Belfast, has an oil painting and a number of water colour drawings and sketches by him.

He was a cousin of the late James and Matthew M'Cloy, house painters, Lisburn. Lived in his early life in Johnson's Entry, off Castle Street. This locality, it is said, eighty years ago laid claim to a certain amount of respectability. Mr. W. J. M'Murray, J.P., Lisburn, owns several of the artist's pictures.

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Bayly's "History of Lisburn" next week.



Mr. William Stuart Scott, whose new book of poems is elsewhere advertised in this issue, and who preaches in the United Free Church, Lisburn, every Sunday, is a native of Belfast. He went to Canada some years ago as a missionary, and there, he came into intimate contact with Ralph Connor, the novelist, who persuaded him to try his hand at literature. When he returned to study at Cambridge University in 1914, he met Sir Arthur Quiller Couch (Q.) and Miss Marie Corelli, both of whom encouraged him by helpful criticism and friendly advice to continue on the road to Parnassus. The first results are to be found in "Ranza and Other Rhythms," an attractive little volume containing seventy-six poems on diverse subjects, dividing the book into six sections, two of which, "War" and "Songs of Ulster," make an especial appeal. Mr. Scott's idea of poetry may not be as high as the Poet Laureate's, but it is not far removed from the virility and romanticism of Robert W. Service's and Patrick M'Gill's effusions. Perhaps, as he is an admirer of Miss Ella Wheeler Wilcox's verse, there is also something of her charm and passion in the book; at any rate, he has shown, in this his first venture, that he has lived and loved and suffered in order that when he should choose great subjects, for his poetry he would rise to be worthy of them. "Ranza and Other Rhythms" is pure and lofty poetry, and if we mention any other Celtic writer in comparison with it, it is not to say that it is in any sense derived. It is gaily and daringly lyrical, and has sensitiveness, delicacy, and a gentle beauty. The volume contains a portrait of the author, and is most tastefully produced by Messrs. Spalding, of Cambridge. It is on sale at the "Standard" Office, price 3s 6d net.


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Lisburn Standard - Friday, 23 February, 1917




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A Topographical and Historical Account of LISBURN.
Also a Poem on Same, comprehending


To which is added some MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, Etc., etc., etc.

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Belfast: Printed by Thomas Mairs, Joy's Entry, 1834.

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To the VERY REV. JAMES STANNUS, Dean of Ross,
And to the Representative, Seneschal, Burgesses, and Citizens of Lisburn,
This History is humbly Dedicated By THE AUTHOR.

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Henry Bayly was an assistant in a lawyer's office in Lisburn, and the son of a Dublin solicitor. In the preface to his Poems he speaks of himself as "the Lisburn historian" and "the Lisburn poet." The historical part of the book runs to some 69 pages and the poetical to 156. As was to be expected, his historical facts are frequently only a repetition of those given by his predecessors -- Johnston and Bradshaw.

The book contains a list of subscribers. It also gives "in extenso" an account of the Battle of Lisburn, 1641, and a copy of the Charter, 1662, which erected the church at Lisburn into a cathedral and empowered the return of two Members for Lisburn to the Irish Parliament. These two documents have already been "Extracted," and may be found in Article V.


Lisburn is situate in the barony of Massereene, on the river Lagan, in the county of Antrim, and is seventy-three miles north of Dublin, and something more than six south of Belfast. It is acknowledged to be the handsomest inland town in Ireland. It is the second town in the county Antrim, not only for size, trade, and population. but also as regards political and religious supremacy, moral influence, wealth and enterprise.

In the reign of Queen Elizabeth, Lisburn was only a small village, and at that period called Lisnegarvy. The town having been fired by the rebels, in 1641, was the origin of the name being changed. The original proprietor of the territory Killultagh, in which it stands, was an O'Neill of the Tyrone family. In the reign of James I. Sir Fulk Conway obtained a grant of it. He induced a number of English and Welsh families to settle here. From a plan of the town taken, it is thought, sometime in that reign, and preserved in the Marquis of Hertford's office, it appears that there were then fifty-three tenements in the place besides the Castle. From this plan it is evident that the centre of the town (all that was then in existence) has undergone but little alteration in shape, the streets still remaining in the same form as when laid out in the reign of James I. except what has been occasioned by the buildings near the market-house; nor for many years after does it seem to have made any great progress; for in 1635, it was thus described by an English traveller -- "Linsley Garvin, about seven miles from Belfast, is well seated; but neither the town, nor country thereabouts, were planted (inhabited), being almost all woods and moorish, until you come to Dromore. This town belongs to Lord Conway, who hath a good handsome house there."

Lisburn is remarkable for a victory gained over the Irish rebels, commanded by Sir Phelim O'Neil, Sir Co Magenis and General Plunket, on the 28th of November. 1641, a little more than a month after the breaking out of the Rebellion; Sir George Rawdon, who commanded the King's forces, having arrived at Lisburn on the evening before the battle.

In 1662, the inhabitants of the town of Lisburn, on account of their loyalty to Charles the 1st and 2d, were (by the same patent which erected the church of Lisburn into a Cathedral for the united diocese of Down and Connor) empowered to return two Burgesses to Parliament for ever, the Sheriff of the county of Antrim, upon all summonses to elect a Parliament, being obliged to send his precept to the Seneschal of the Manor of Killultagh, (done at this day) who was made the returning officer, notwithstanding the inhabitants were not a corporate body.

In 1707 the town was burned to the ground by an accidental fire. The Castle, a noble edifice, built by the Earl of Conway, (who died in 1690) shared the same fate as the other houses, and was never rebuilt. The ruins, and the place immediately surrounding, have an antique appearance, viewed from Bridge-street. Mr. Ward's house (next the market-house) was the first built after the fire. It has the following inscription:

"The year above this house was erected,
The town was burnt the year before:
People therein may be directed,
God hath judgments still in store:
And that they do not him provoke,
To give to them a second stroke.

The stone which the Builders rejected, the same is become the head of the corner."

About 50 years ago, and recently, many new houses have been built in Lisburn, three and four stories high, and well slated. The majority of the houses in Castle-street are, in appearance, equal to some of the best in Dublin. Lord Hertford's mansion, opposite the castle gardens, is a noble one, the rere of which is a most delightful view. Of late years, some public-spirited shopkeepers have made principal in Belfast. Among those who have thus shown a taste for improvement, may be mentioned, Mr. Crossley, proprietor of the Hertford Arms Hotel, Mr. Greeves, Mr. John Moore, Mr. Chapman, &c.


The places of worship are -- 1. The Cathedral. 2. Presbyterian Meeting-house. 3. The Society of Friends Meeting-house. 4. Chapel of the Wesleyan Methodists. 4. Methodist Refuge Chapel. 6. Roman Catholic Chapel.


This venerable edifice is huge and commodious. It was originally built (we believe) early in the reign of James I. and was then called the Church of St. Thomas. It was destroyed by the great fire of 1707, but rebuilt immediately after. In the reign of Charles II. it was by patent "hereinbefore stated," bearing date the 27th October, 1662, erected into a Cathedral for the united diocese of Down and Connor. The architecture is on the plain model and well proportioned. The interior is lighted by six spacious windows, and one great window on the east, of Saxon construction. The entrance is by two fine wrought-iron gates, one on the west, and the other on the north. The beautiful lofty spire of cut stone is admired by all travellers, and accounted the best in Ireland. It forms the principal ornament of the town, being recognised at a great distance on all sides. There is a handsome clock and chimes; likewise, a valuable bell of very superior tone, the gift of the late Marquis of Hertford. The hour is proclaimed very loquaciously with eight tongues. A very splendid organ has been recently erected, by Small, Bruce and Co. of Edinburgh, at the expense of Lord Hertford; the cost was upwards of £300; two excellent stoves have been also fitted up. A magnificent chandelier lights the Cathedral by night. About ten years since, two spacious galleries were erected, and the Cathedral is now capable of accommodating a thousand persons. We suppose the cost of erecting this fine building (including the late improvements) must have exceeded £2000. The congregation is very numerous and respectable; the majority of the population in and about Lisburn, are members of the Established Church. The living of Lisburn, alias Blaris, is a rectory in the gift of the Marquis of Hertford. The parish contains twenty-six townlands. The present rector is the Rev. Snowden Cupples, D.D. Curates, Rev. T. Thompson and Rev. R. Bridge.

Of the monuments erected within the walls of the Cathedral, the following are the most remarkable:--

1. A very elegant marble slab, erected to the memory of the celebrated Bishop Jeremy Taylor, who died at Lisburn.

2. A monument to the memory of the Rev. Saumerez Dubourdieu, who was the minister of the French Hugonots that settled in Lisburn.

3. A neat monument, erected to the memory of the gallant Lieutenant William Dobbs, who was killed in an engagement with the famous Paul Jones, in the year 1778. He was of his Majesty's ship "Drake."

4. A fine monument to the memory of the late Rowley Hall, Esq., who was LAw Agent to the Marquis of Hertford, and who was a man universally esteemed for his worth, integrity, and philanthropy.


This edifice, to which you enter from Market-square by a good wrought-iron gate, was built in the year 1768. It is a large building, well lighted with twenty-three windows, and has three fine galleries. The expense of building was between £800 and £900. Within the last ten years the galleries have been enlarged, and the house is now capable of accommodating upwards of a thousand persons. The cost of this, with other improvements, exceeded £260. The Presbyterian congregation of Lisburn consists of more than five hundred families.

The house opens for divine service on Sundays at twelve o'clock; and for the last eight or nine years, there has been also preaching at six o'clock in the evening of the same day. There is also a religious lecture given every Wednesday evening, and a prayer-meeting held every Thursday, at seven o'clock, p.m. It is the particular practice of the Presbyterian pastors, to visit their hearers through the week, at their houses. They also preach in schools, and other places in the country districts, during the week. The average amount of stipends received by the minister of the Lisburn congregation, is about £150 per annum; which, with the Royal Bounty of £100, makes £250, as the annual income -- a sum moderate enough for the duties and services performed, and the outlay necessary.

In the succession of ministers belonging to this congregation, we find some who have eminently distinguished themselves for their labors, learning, and talents. Doctor William Bruce has been remarkable, as belonging to a family that has produced seven ministers in regular succession, from the Reformation to the present day. Doctor Bruce is now the minister of the first Presbyterian congregation of Belfast, and principal of the Academy, and has acquired considerable reputation as an author. The Rev. James Morgan possesses talents of a very superior order, and is one of our ablest champions of Christianity; he has published several excellent sermons, upon various subjects.

The late Rev. Andrew Craig was minister of this congregation for the long period of fifty-five years. In 1824, after forty-two years active service, the Rev. Mr. Morgan was appointed as an assistant to Mr. Craig. Upon this occasion a deputation from the congregation, consisting of Alexander Williamson, George Whitla, Esqrs., and Surgeon Musgrave, presented to the Rev. A. Craig a very handsome piece of plate, value thirty guineas, bearing the following inscription, and accompanied with a suitable address:--

to the
by the Presbyterian Congregation of
in testimony of their affectionate esteem
for him, as their minister, and sincere
for his attention to their Christian
for the space of 42 Years.

The Rev. gentleman returned a very suitable answer.

In the spring of 1829, the Rev. Alex. Henderson succeeded Mr. Morgan, that gentleman, having been called to Belfast. He is and exemplary clergyman, an excellent preacher, and a man of sterling Christian worth.


This is a plain, neat, commodious edifice, the entrance to which is by a long confined passage, from the main street of the town. Had this building, as well with the Presbyterian Meeting-House, been placed in a parallel line with the front street, and not built so far in the rere, they would add much to the beauty and symmetry of the town. The lower part of this building escaped the fire of 1707, and is still remaining.

Wherever the Quakers have formed their settlements, their persevering industry and undeviating integrity have been highly advantageous to the commerce, the manufactures, and the agriculture of the surrounding country. The people are so much benefited by their labor, and improved by their example, that a debt of gratitude is due by society at large to this invaluable community.

William Edmunson was the first zealous Quaker preacher who settled in Ulster. About the year 1651, he married, left Cromwell's army, passed over from England to Dublin, and from thence to Antrim, where he took a house, in which his wife and his brother resided with him. Shortly after this period he revisited his native country, where, having heard the celebrated George Fox expounding, with his usual eloquence, the principles of the Quaker religion, he was convinced by the spirit of Christianity. On his return to Antrim, in the year 1653, he astonished the officers at the custom-house, in Carrickfergus, by refusing to take the oaths required by law, on entry of his goods, "because," said he, "Christ hath forbidden men to swear."

A.D. 1634. William Edmunson removed from Antrim to Lurgan, (ten miles from Lisburn). He was scarcely settled in his new habitation, when he found himself enabled to form a regular periodical meeting of "the Friends" under his own hospitable roof. This was the first religious assemblage or congregation established in Ireland by the Quakers.

It will reflect eternal credit on the Quakers of Ireland, that from them issued the first censure, passed by any public body, on that abominable traffic, the Slave Trade. This took place at the National Meeting, held in Dublin in 1727, thirty-one years before a similar resolution was passed by the yearly meeting of Friends in London.


The ground on which this place of worship is erected, was granted for ever by Edward Gayer, Esq. of Derriaghy, vested in seven trustees. It was built in the year 1772, and cost about £500. The exterior is plain, though not inelegant. The interior is lightsome, well ventilated, and handsomely fitted up. About the year 1780, the Rev. John Johnson, the then resident preacher, gave £150 (upon certain conditions) towards enlarging the house thirty-six feet longer, so that it is now sixty-six feet in length, and thirty-six in breadth. Under the tasteful superintendence of Mr. Bolton, it has recently undergone many improvements. A neat house has been attached for the convenience of the classes and leaders meeting. A handsome wrought-iron gate has been also added, which much improves the general appearance of the place. These improvements cost about £60.

A Sunday-school has been lately established, and is attended by about fifty children; the members of the congregation acting occasionally as teachers. Public worship is held in this house at eleven o'clock, a.m. every Sunday; also at seven in the evening. A sermon was preached formerly every Thursday evening, but it has been recently changed to Monday. We think the old-appointed time suited the purposes of piety better. The eucharist is administered once a quarter, on the second Sunday in the month. A prayer-meeting is held here every evening in the week (except on Saturdays) and occasionally the members have meetings at one another's houses, for the purposes of prayer, exhortation, and Christian communion. The present preachers are, the Rev. Michael Burrows and the Rev. Edward Johnson.

Methodism was introduced into Lisburn by the Rev. John Wesley, in about the year 1760, when he preached in a small house in Bow-street, since which period it has made a very rapid progress. The average number of members in attendance at this house is 300.


This place of worship is erected on a site opposite the chapel just noticed. It is a neat building, and is occupied by a dissenting branch of the Wesleyan Methodists.


This is a neat handsome building, in a retired part of the town, and was erected about the year 1794, by subscription from all denominations. Since its erection, owing to the increase of its members, there has been an aisle and two galleries add. The Roman Catholics have recently built a good dwelling-house for their clergyman (in the vicinity of the chapel), aided by general subscription. The Marquis of Hertford granted the ground, with a donation of £20. It is owning to justice to state, that, the Rev. Mr. Smyth, the R.C. clergyman, has uniformly distinguished himself, by his philanthropy, in attending and giving advice to the sick poor of all denominations, his vast medical knowledge enabling him to be a physician of bodies as well as souls.

(To be Continued.)



The death of this much-beloved and noble-hearted woman took place at her late residence, Eglantine, Hillsborough, on Saturday, in her eighty-seventh year. Miss Mulholland was "an institution" in the neighbourhood in which she lived, and her demise is greatly deplored; and especially by the poorer people, who will miss her kindly and practical help and counsel.

The funeral took place on Wednesday at eleven o'clock. It was strictly private, only the relatives of the deceased and representatives of the Vestry of All Saints' with a few friends being present. The clergy officiating at the service were the Rev. Canon Pounden and the Rev. J. S. Taylor. The chief mourners were -- Lord Dunleath, Lady Dunleath, Mrs. Dobbs, Miss Dobbs, Mr. Sinclair Dobbs, and Mr. H. Hobart. The remains were laid to rest in the family burying-ground at the east end of All Saints' Church, Eglantine. There will be a memorial service in All Saints, on Sunday evening at 6 o'clock.



Keen and sincere regret is felt in Lisburn at the death of Mr. Thomas John Tate, which sad event took place, after a short illness, at his late residence, Chlorine,, Clonevin Park, Lisburn, on Tuesday. The late Mr. Tate was a partner in the well-known firm of Messrs. Redmond Jefferson and Co. He was a member of Seymour Street Methodist Church, and subscribed liberally to its funds. He took an active interest in the U.V.F. movement, and was a member of the local battalion of that body. He was also a member of the Masonic Fraternity. He leaves to mourn his loss a widow and three little daughters, to whom the sympathy of the entire community goes out in their great loss. Deceased was laid to rest in Lisburn Cemetery on Thursday, and in addition to practically every business house in town being represented, large numbers came in from the country and from long distances to pay their last tribute of respect to his memory.



The death of this esteemed citizen took place at Smithfield, Lisburn, on Sunday, and came as a shock to many of his friends, as he had been ailing but a short time. The late Mr. Bunting owned a licensed establishment in Smithfield for many years, and in addition to this he worked a large farm and brickworks convenient to the town. He leaves a widow and grown-up family.

The funeral took place on Tuesday to the Lisburn Cemetery, the cortege being exceedingly large and representative of all classes of the community. Prominent among the mourners were members of the Masonic Order, deceased having been a P.M. of Lord Arthur Hill Lodge 147, Blaris, and a P.K. of Lord Arthur Hill Royal Arch Chapter, Blaris.



Our obituary column would not be complete to-day without some reference to the passing of Mr. Joseph Hill, Smithfield. The late Mr. Hill, while probably not so well-known as others mentioned, had a host of real friends who sincerely regret his death. Pneumonia followed close on the heels of a bad cold, and the best medical skill proved of no avail. Deceased, like his grandfather and father before him, was a shoemaker to trade. He was a member of the Cathedral congregation, and was one of the few who retained rights of interment in the Cathedral Churchyard, where he was laid to rest on Tuesday in the presence of many mournful friends.



In First Lisburn Presbyterian Church on Sunday Rev. J. J, C. Breakey made reference to the death of Mr. Thomas Kirkwood, basing his remarks on Acts, xi., 24 -- "For he was a good man, full of the Holy Ghost and of faith." Rev. Mr. Breakey said deceased was a man of great versatility and of many parts. He was a staunch friend, a man of steadfastness of purpose, of devoted zeal, and unswerving convictions. He was a man of far-reaching sympathy and took a deep interest in every good movement for the advancement of the Kingdom of God. His work would be long held in memory by the congregation of First Lisburn. At the conclusion of the service the organist (Mr. Joseph Magee) played the Dead March in "Saul."



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Field-Marshal Sir Douglas Haig reports the repulse of hostile raids east of Vermelles and south of Neuve Chapelle. Artillery action yesterday was most marked north of the Somme and south of Ypres.

Sir Edward Carson, speaking in the House of Commons on Wednesday with reference to the submarine menace, said the situation was grave: it was serious; and had not yet been solved, but that it could and would be solved was certain.

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Second-Lieut. Walter C. Boomer, Royal Irish Rifles, officially reported wounded for the third time, is the only son of Mr. Richard W. Boomer, Knockmore House, Lisburn. He was educated at Lisburn Intermediate School, and was a member of the local battalion of the Ulster Volunteer Force when war was declared. He obtained his commission on 7th January, 1915, and was wounded in September last and again in the following November. His latest injury was caused by a bullet which entered his right thigh. The bullet has been extracted, and we are glad to be able to state that Lieut. Boomer, who has been transferred to a hospital in London, is doing well.

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Captain Joseph Allen Johnston, Royal Irish Fusiliers (Armagh Volunteers) was killed on Sunday morning last by a sniper's bullet, which pierced his heart, death being instantaneous. Deceased, who was only 25 years of age, was the fourth son of the late Mr. James Johnston, J.P., Lurgan, and cousin of Mr. Thomas Johnston, chemist, Market Sq., Lisburn. Two brothers are serving with the colours.

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At an inquest on Tuesday on Private George Cordner, R.I.R. (South Antrim Volunteers), Gregg Street, Lisburn, who was knocked down by a motor lorry in Belfast on Thursday, 15th inst., a verdict of accidental death was returned. Private Cordner's remains were interred with full military honours in Lisburn Cemetery on Sunday, the funeral being the largest (with one exception) we ever saw in Lisburn.


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