a writer of fiction
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A Writer of FictionAuthor(s): John HannonSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 26, No. 304 (Oct., 1898), p. 553Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499348 .
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Clavis Acrostica. 553
m. The brilliant Acrostician chose the word Frceedorn and thought of the couplet in Thomas Campbell's Pleasures of Hope
IHope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell.
These lines were familiar as the commonest proverb to a school boy of taste in my young days; but I fear that the contemporary schoolboy has very little poetry of any kind off by heart. Campbell is not one of the supreme poets of the century, but some of his pieces are very good for storing up in a boy's memory to rhyme over in vacant moments as a substitute for whistling or worse. The second light is an allusion to another poem less familiar now than then-Lord Byron's Lara. Another literary allusion is to " Ivor "-familiar to the readers of Sir Walter Scott who was then read by everybody. The fourth light is less refined-a "r asher " and then Terni and Ita (an allusion to
Oenone and Tennyson's " Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die "). Finally nag, and goose, both the tailor's and the cook's.
A WRITER OF FICTION.
LORD) I have made my heart a market-place
Of venal thought to lure the crowd's desire;
Yea, I have laughed anid wept therein for hire, For pence have jo3 ed and sorrowed-O disgrace I
Compassionate, of old with angered face, With knotted lash, and word of blazing ire,
Thou dravest trafficker and foolish buyer
From forth Thy Temple's consecrated space.
Take now in hand a scourge of triple cord
Of Wisdom, Truth, and Reverence entwined;
Drive the intruders from my heart, 0 Lord!
Unto its noisy vestibule, the mind; There while they strut an hour for brief reward,
Stay Thou within my inmost heart enshrined!
J0HN HANNON,
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