When loyal sons of Erin mol To toll the mournful story o'er.Of that dear Ule they ne'er forgot.To whose green vales jo com« no more One ringing voiee their pulses stirred,Its magic tones sweet hope restored; Its music thrilled through every word— The voice of Meagher of the Sword. No sounding epitaph wo need,No chiseled words of classic phrase. Wherein the passing world mav retd Of virtues which transcend all praiso. Love in our hearts hath graved that name O’er which the light of glory poured; Nor time nor change can dim his fame— Tho fame of Meagher of the Sword.M. E. Torrence in New York Times.