Kinsale Oct 26th ’41
Sir,
Encouraged by the success of a former experiment2 I once more obtrude myself on your notice – my present performance speaks for itself – further preface would be needless – should this attempt meet your approbation pray be so kind as to suppress my name as before
I remain Sir &c | John Tyndall
The Ed. of the Carlow Sentinel
Carlow3
Sweet spot! where first th’ imperfect accent hung
In lingering lispings on my infant tongue
Where young imagination first took flight
And roam’d unshackled thro’ the realms of light,
When bright and happy life’s perspective shone
And golden vistas opened farther on
Each dancing stream that woos the sun’s bright rays
Each wee wild flower that blossoms on thy braes4
Each shrub that sheds its fragrance in the dell
Around my soul has cast a hallowed spell –
Sweet blissful spot! where Barrow5 fair and free
Rolls liquid chrystal to the distant sea
Fall oft when morning tinged the orient sky
And heav’ns calm azure spread itself on high
I’ve trod thy banks in summer beauty drest
T’inhale the breeze that freshened o’er thy breath
And when from Zenith6 fall the scorching ray
In reckless frolic gambolled with thy spray
Ere sanguine strife thy hollows had bestained
Or friendship mourned her Sacred Courts profaned
Her glimmering incense cheered each passing gloom
The heart its altar – union its perfume
Oh then approving heaven smiled to see
Congenial bosoms throb in sympathy
Alas how changed, these Halcyon days7 are o’er
And drooping Carlow must their loss deplore
Now agitation whelms her like a flood
And noisome vermin* gloat upon her blood
Where peace sat smiling gloomy terror reigns
And Ate8 revels o’er thy lovely plains
Discords black banner now each Zephyr fills
And darkly hovering o’er thy sunny hills
Each cloudlet big with desolation hangs
While reeking ’neath O’Connell’s vampyre fangs9
Prostrate you lie – each burning tear that’s shed
Calls down damnation on his guilty head
What tho’ the fiat10 linger on the tongue
of Justice – tho’ the hair-held sword11 has hung
So long above thee waiting the decree
of slumbering vengeance to descend on thee
Tho’ Titan-like12 you raise your impious hand
And brandish in high heav’ns face your brand
Thy day arrives – the widow’s withering ban13
Shall burst in thunders o’er thee – bloody man.
Nor lost to fame in ages yet to come
Fell infamy still brood upon thy tongue
And execution grim shall mark the spot
Where low you lie – detested not forgot
*Bugs &c.
RI MS JT/8/2/1/3–4
This letter contains a rough copy of the poem subsequently published in the Carlow Sentinel. The editor, not named here, was Thomas Harris Carroll.
success of a former experiment: see letter 0101 and W. S., ‘The Repeal Meeting at Leighlin’, CS, 25 September 1841, p. [3].
Carlow: Published in CS, 30 October 1841, p. [3]. The published version contains a number of minor variations, principally added punctuation.
braes: steep banks bounding a river valley (OED).
Barrow: The 120 mile long River Barrow flows through Carlow and discharges into the sea at Waterford.
Zenith: the highest point of the celestial sphere as viewed from any particular place; the upper pole of the horizon (OED).
halcyon days: a period of calm weather, anciently believed to occur about the winter solstice when the halcyon bird, a species of kingfisher, was breeding (OED).
Ate: In Greek mythology Atë is the goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and folly.
O’Connell’s vampyre fangs: Tyndall charges Daniel O’Connell with responsibility for the divisive agitation during the recent election.
fiat: an authoritative sanction, an authorization (OED).
the hair-held sword: Tyndall conflates that symbolic Sword of Justice with the sword that hung over the fourth-century BC courtier Damocles, suspended above his head by just a single horse hair.
Titan-like: The Titans were the first pantheon of Greek gods, who, despite their great strength, were overthrown by the younger Olympian gods.
the widow’s withering ban: In 1815 Daniel O’Connell had killed John D’Esterre, a member of the Dublin Corporation, in a duel. His widow Jane Lucretia D’Esterre (1797–1868) angrily refused O’Connell’s remorseful offer to share his income with her, although she did accept an annuity to support her daughter. A ban is an imprecation of a curse, an execration or malediction expressing anger (OED).
Please cite as “Tyndall0106,” in Ɛpsilon: The John Tyndall Collection accessed on 28 April 2024, https://epsilon.ac.uk/view/tyndall/letters/Tyndall0106