ORIGINAL POETRY.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume I, Issue 16, 18 March 1890, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

TO AN ATHEIST. > pi thou whrbWt h'swnji Vi 5 How cans’!; thou, when do th thee own, * Ascend to Life, to thee,' unknown 5 L Let conscience, thee incline , . | I To contempt te oil death, | ■ Thy wisdom ihen would truly shine,:: I For thon woulds’t be ne r Faith, : And i hope, who hovers in her. train,.; : , , And vir nes all there are, ! But thbuf-these gifts, will.ne’er obtain . Whilst thou dothave/-nd ..blare. Denying God’s existen e, And if God there be, His i finity, : Thus spre .d.ng doctrine? foul from whence Doth'come much damn’d'impiety/- f •• * Thou art more perverse than the arch-fiend, For ho'doth khow ; (sf Jove, 1 Whose'mighty powe» b 5 '• When he with rebel angels strove | Toconquer ftea.ven*s wide domain, I That o’er old Night and Chaos shone, That he it's lawful sov'reign Might dispossess, and himself enthrone. But tbinkest thon there is no God To whom all nature bends In solemn awe when His command On etherod wing He sends? Or hast thou in thy heart's recess lockt, j r ■’ y Lest her persuasive voice should press ? And force thee to revere: ; « . '-.-a ,.,-i , The God thou wonlds’t make believe, By bidding Him defiance, Is but a myth, and tie best to live Trusting to erring, chapce ?,■ : If so thy veracity I oka loquacity, Arid thy future doom is seal'd, ‘ As thou wilt find when onto thee .1/ Heaven and hell are reveal'd For thou wilt see who did'st create Thee, and the earth whereon to dwell ‘ Whilst in thy transitory mortal state/: Immortal, bad not Adam fell And when thy sentence piomeare The Heavenly,spheres, the Saints to tell That thou art doom'd to perpetuate Thy cursed impiety in pestered hell. Then wilt thou at th‘ Eternal Gate, Repent thy sin with trembling fear, Alas for thee, too late, too late, From within is he rd “Ye cannot enter here*” Up springs Satan with all his fiends amain, Thee to invest with adamantine chain, And midst infernal tumult, loud they yell—- “ Hurl the atheist into profoundest bell.” ~ V: D

A NOTED IRISH M.P. j The death is announced at his town house, Chelsea, of one of the most remarkable men of the present day. Mr Arthur Kavanagh, formerly M.P. for Carlow in Ireland. He was boro without arms or legs, and yet be was well educated, a fearless rider to the hounds, a splendid chess and draughts player, and passionately fond of yacht-ing-.Ot course he was to a great extent helpless and dependent upon his valet. He had a basket saddle contracted, into which he was strapped. Bb held the reins with, his rteetb, and few huntsmenwere’ bftener* in "at the death, than Ibis: crippled but daring rider. He was a wealthy man, possessing several large estates in ; Goqnty Carlo/?. He married several ycarg ago his first' cousin; an accomplished lady of great beauty, but several years Voider than himself. He used to say that in his boyhood days she was kinder to the pdorcnpple than aby one of his other relations, and when be came inter possession of bis estates he asked, her to marry him, which she did, and proved one of the most devoted wives in the Kingdom. They had three lovely children, one boy , and two girls. When Mr Kavanagh was first returned member a difficulty arose as to his means of physical entrance into the House of Commons. There is a standing order which absolutely forbids, any one not a member of the House to pass'up the floor during the sitting of the tifouse, and Mr KByanagh could only home in on his servant’s hack or in a bath chair, A special arrangement was made by the standing committee of the House in his favour, and riight'after night his valet would carry him pig-a-back and drop him gently into his seat and remain in close .attendance should his services be required. By practice iMr Kavanagh could with a pen held between bis teeth sign a very good bold signature to his documents and cheques. Of course he employed a secretary to do all his correspondence. He was a man of splendid physique^- so far as his heatf and” trunk* Weht, Having a : broad ; cheat, massive shoulders, and a: remarkable well formed head, lie was' a brilliant speaker and a man Of many parts, being exceedingly well read. His ! only fault, perhaps, was his excited, quick temper. He used to say be bad only one regret, and that he was not able to shootybut he \yqql4"fin (da horse bjr in his carriage follow a shooting party for hoars.