Archive for March 16th, 2012

My Land – Ireland

March 16, 2012

She is rich and rare land;
Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land!
She is a dear and rare land —
This native land of mine.

No men than hers are braver —
Her women’s hearts ne’er waver;
I’d freely die to save her
And think my lot divine.

She’s not a dull or cold land —
No! she’s a warm and bold land;
Oh, she’s a true and old land —
This native land of mine.

Could beauty ever guard her,
And virture still reward her,
No foe could cross her border,
No friend within it pine.

Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land!
Oh, she’s a true and rare land!
Yes, she’s a rare and fair land —
This native land of mine.

–Thomas Davis.

Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892

An Irish Ghost Story

March 16, 2012

An Irish Ghost Story.

[St. James Gazette.]

A remarkable case was heard on Saturday in Dublin. Mr. Waldron, a solicitor’s clerk, sued his next-door neighbor, who was a mate in the merchant service, named Kiernan, to recover £500 damages for injuries done to his house by, as he alleged, the defendant and his family. Kiernan denied the charges, and asserted that Waldron’s house was haunted, and that the acts complained of were done by spirits or some person in plaintiff’s place.

Evidence for the plaintiff was to the effect that every night, from August to January, his hall-door was continually being knocked at, and his windows broken with stones, which came from the direction of the defendant’s premises. Mrs. Waldron swore that one night she saw one of the panes of glass in the window cut through with a diamond, and a white hand inserted through the hole so made in the glass. She caught up a billbook and aimed a blow at the hand, cutting one of the fingers completely off; the hand was then withdrawn, but on her examining the place she could find neither the finger nor any traces of blood.

On another occasion the servant, hearing mysterious knockings, fell down with fright, upsetting a pail of water over herself. Mr. Waldron armed himself with a rifle and revolver, and brought a detective into the house, while several policemen watched outside. They, however, could find nothing.

Kiernan’s family, on being accused of causing the noises, denied it, suggested it was the work of ghosts, and advised the Waldrons to send for a Roman Catholic clergyman to rid the house of its terrors. A police constable swore that one evening he saw Waldron’s servant kicking the door with her heels at about the time the rapping usually commenced. Chief Justice Morris said the affair suggested the performances of the Davenport Brothers or Maskelyne and Cook. It was quite inexplicable from the absence of motive, and remained shrouded in the mysterious uncertainty of the man with the Iron mask, the authorship of the Junius Letters, or Why Anderson Left Dycer’s.

The jury found for the defendant.

Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas) Mar 23, 1885