The joyous Lark is gone to rest and silent is the Dove, I wander thro' the grassy vales amid the flowers I love, No. XIX. In the "Farmer and O'Reilly" collection we found this beautiful air, with the name of Conalan, and at first imagined we had got one of those lost airs of the elder Conalan, the loss of which Bunting so feelingly laments; and with great pride we arrranged it as a duet. But we have since traced it in Bunting's first collection, where it is No. 12, and named Maire St Seorse, Mailigh St. Seorse or Molly St. George; and is there, also, attributed to Conalan; Bunting's setting of it differs a little from that which we obtained from Edward O'Reilly, and we prefer our own because it keeps within the compass of the voice, and is every way more vocal. The following "lines for music" contributed by our favorite "B." to a former number of our magazine, at once adapted themselves to this graceful strain : LINES FOR MUSIC. Cull not for me the flower that spreads No, no! for me a chaplet wreathe Of blossoms at the midnight born, No. XX. B. This tune Tuta na naindear, Lutghair na naindear, "the Joy of the Maidens," was one of those collected long since by ourselves. Perhaps it may be inferred from the name that it was to be sung; but it has pleased us to bestow it on our readers-and their auditors-in simple shape of an air for the violin with an accompaniment. On the original copy it is marked with the words "Dance" and "Violin.” No. XXI. In Edward O'Reilly's collection we found several unpublished airs by Carolan, one of which we now present, entitled Conċobap na Rażallaig Cluan, Conchobhar na Raghallaigh Cluan: Connor O'Reilly of Clounish. Two other airs are also named, in the manner of our prolific Bard, after members of the O'Reilly family, from whom evidently they had come to our revered friend in the course of tradition among kindred. It is plain, from the traces preserved of the life of Carolan, that he seldom visited the old families of the country, without leaving with each, some memorial of his sojourn in an áir composed on the occasion, in grateful return for the hospitality shown to him; and possibly if the memo. randa of many an other family in the country were searched even yet, other relies of his muse might be discovered as well as those which we thus accidentally found preserved in that branch of the O'Reillys. |