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Immediately after his death, the volume of poems, in which the following song appeared, was published by Mr. Bolster in Cork, to whom Callanan had disposed of the copyright upon his departure for Lisbon.

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"In person, Mr. Callanan was not remarkable. A finely formed head, a forehead high, ample, and beautifully fair, and an intellectual cast of countenance, gave him an air of dignity that was peculiarly impressive. voice was gentle and bland; and though its tones were low and soft, he recited poetry with great effect. His acquirements were considerable; his reading having extended, not only through the Greek and Roman classics, but also over the wide and ample field of French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Irish literature. His patriotism was sincere, and his disposition and manners kind and conciliating."

Avondu," says the author, means "the Blackwater (Avunduff of Spenser). There are several rivers of this name in the counties of Cork and Kerry, but the one here mentioned is by far the most considerable. It rises in a boggy mountain called Meenganine in the latter county, and discharges itself into the sea at Youghall. For the length of its course and the beauty and variety of scenery through which it flows, it is superior, I believe, to any river in Munster. It is subject to very high floods; and from its great rapidity, and the havoc which it commits on those occasions, sweeping before it corn, cattle, and sometimes even cottages, one may, not inaptly, apply to it what Virgil says of a more celebrated river,—

'Proluit insano contorquens vortice silvas
Rex fluviorum Eridanus.'

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Spenser thus beautifully characterises some of our principal Irish rivers, though he has made a mistake with regard to the Allo;-it is the Blackwater that passes through Sliav-logher :

'There was the Liffie rolling down the lea,
The sandy Slane, the stony Au-brian,
The spacious Shenan, spreading like a sea;
The pleasant Boyne, the fishy, fruitful Ban;
Swift Awniduff, which of the Englishman

Is called Blackwater, and the Liffar deep.
Sad Trowis, that once his people over ran;

Strong Allo tumbling from Slew-logher steep,

And Mulla mine whose waves I whilom taught to weep.""

Edmund Burke wrote some "Lines on the River Blackwater," in 1745. See Prior's "Life of Burke." Mr. Prior informs the Editor that he was never able to procure a copy of these lines, or to ascertain any thing more than the fact that Burke wrote such verses.

On Cleada's hill the moon is bright,
Dark Avondu still rolls in light;
All changeless is that mountain's head,
That river still seeks ocean's bed.
The calm blue waters of Loch Lenet
Still kiss their own sweet isles of green;
But where's the heart, as firm and true,
As hill, or lake, or Avondu?

*Cleada and Cahir-bearna (the hill of the four gaps) form part of the chain of mountains which stretches westward from Millstreet to Killarney."-Author's Note.

+ Killarney.

It may not be, the firmest heart
From all it loves must often part;

A look, a word, will quench the flame
That time or fate could never tame;
And there are feelings, proud and high,
That through all changes cannot die;
That strive with love, and conquer too
I knew them all by Avondu.

How cross and wayward still is fate;
I've learn'd at last, but learn'd too late;
I never spoke of love-'twere vain;
I knew it, still I dragged my chain.
I had not, never had a hope :

But who with passion's tide can cope?
Headlong it swept this bosom through,
And left it waste by Avondu.

Oh, Avondu, I wish I were

As once upon that mountain bare,

Where thy young waters laugh and shine
On the wild breast of Meenganine.

I wish I were on Cleada's hill,
Or by Glenluachra's rushy rill ;
But, no! I never more shall view
Those scenes I loved by Avondu.

Farewell, ye soft and purple streaks

Of evening on the beauteous Reeks ;*

Macgillacuddy's Reeks, in the neighbourhood of Killarney, are the highest mountains in Munster; for a description of these, and of the celebrated lakes of that place, see Weld's Killarney,' by far the best and most correct work on the subject."-Author's Note.

Farewell the mists that love to ride
On Cahir-bearna's stormy side;
Farewell November's moaning breeze,
Wild minstrel of the dying trees.
Clara! a fond farewell to you,
No more we meet by Avondu.

No more-but thou, O glorious hill,
Lift to the moon thy forehead still;
Flow on, flow on, thou dark swift river.
Upon thy free wild course for ever;
Exult, young hearts, in lifetime's spring,
And taste the joys pure love can bring:
But, wanderer, go-they're not for you;
Farewell, farewell, sweet Avondu !

BANNA'S BANKS.

"Near Camolin (in the county of Wexford) is the village of Rosmenogue. Here," says Mr. Brewer, in The Beauties of Ireland,' "the late Right Honourable George Ogle, of Bellevue, distinguished for brilliancy of wit, and exuberance of social qualities, passed some of his early years, under the tuition of the Rev. Mr. Miller, rector of the parish. It was at this place, and whilst he was very young, that Mr. Ogle wrote his admired song, beginning—

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Here, likewise, at a less youthful age, he composed his still more celebrated song of Molly Asthore,' in which the banks of his favourite Banna' are still the scene of his poetical wanderings." A note adds-" The first of these juvenile effusions is said to have been inspired by the charms of Miss Stepney, of Durrow House, Queen's County, afterwards Mrs. Burton Doyne of Wells, one of the most admired beauties of her day. It is believed that the lovely Molly Asthore' was Miss Moore, the lady whom Mr. Ogle afterwards married.

"The Banna is a beautiful stream that waters the chief part of the Barony of Gorey."

Mr. Hay, in his "History of the Insurrection of the County of Wexford," evidently sneers at the popularity of Mr. Ogle's songs when he says, "Duncannon fort is a military station on the shore, commanding the entrance of the Barrow, of which and the Slaney there is sufficient mention and observation made already; and, surely, of 'Banna's Banks' we have heard enough."

In a work entitled "Sketches of Irish Political Characters," published in 1799, Mr. Ogle, the author of "Banna's Banks," who then represented the city of Dublin, is thus noticed :-" This gentleman was for many years one of the most popular characters of the kingdom. Despising the allurements of a court, every public measure of acknowledged utility had his decided support; and his spirit was as conspicuous as his resolution was inflexible. He has lately accepted a place, and has since aided administration with his vote, though seldom with his oratory.

"His sources of information are not very copious, but