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In Kilbroney Church YardAuthor(s): George O'NeillSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 26, No. 300 (Jun., 1898), p. 330Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499297 .

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330 The Irish Aonthly.

" He makes only two conditions in regard to the school," the Squire proceeded; "c first, that it be a place where boys are prepared for commerce, and secondly, an institution where corporal punishment is given generously and judiciously. For suich an establishment I fear we must advertise."

"Has Mr. Kittleshot seen the boy to-day." "I think not, dear." "I hope not. He and Lance have had another fight, and

Algernon is badly marked." "Do you know the circumstances ?"

"All the boys say they are honourable to Lance, but I did not press them for details."

"Lance is much too fond of fighting." "I hope you are not anxious about him, dear. lie is improving

a little, I fancy. Harry was just like him at the same age." "c So was his father at the same time of life," the Squire said

smilingly.

A bell in the distance rang for night pravers. "Poor Algernon will need all the prayers he can get," Mrs.

Ridingdale whispered as they passed into the oratory. "1 Yes," replied her husband, " we must remember him day by

day." DAVID BEARNE, S.J.

(To be conttinued).

IN KILBRONEY CHURCEH YARD.

(WEAR ROSTREVO)R.)

S TE EP-WOODED), calm Rostrevor! thy sea-lake, What should it breathe but pleasant hopes, but life Love-leagued with health ? What else the musical strife

Of winds and boughs and flying streams that flake With pearl the pine-fringe and the holly brake ?

Yet here, 'neath the brown spoil from Winter's knife, How many are the dead in youth, how rife

Poor half-blown flowers no spring shall ever wake

Now all thy beauty tells me of the dead, Sweet valley ! To some quaint euthanasy

The dancers of the Fairy Hill are fled; Dust are thy kings in dust of Rosnaree;

And, crooned to stone by the incessanit sea, Finn sleepeth, dreamless, on his thunderous bed.

GEORGE O'NEIL, S J.

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