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A June NightAuthor(s): James DoyleSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 42, No. 493 (Jul., 1914), p. 365Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20503584 .

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A JUNE NIGHT 365

This notice necessarily omits reference to many facts of interest about a great number of well-known literary people of the period dealt with. The Meynells, the Rossettis, Lord Lytton, George Russell, and many others were and are personally known to our author, and she has very interesting things to tell us about them. Her sympathy with the Parnell

movement brought her into contact with Parnell and many other well-known politicians and their doings, which are treated of at some length. But this section does not so closely concern the IRISH MONTHLY, and must be left to the readers of the

Reminiscences. The book will be valued by Katharine Tynan's many friends

for her own sake, and will be a source of interest and instruction for others whose lives are passed more uneventfully than that of the author. We look forward to the continuation of these Reminiscences of a busy literary life, which, however, has hap pily not been so busy as to exclude the gentle art of friendship and good-fellowship.

H. V. G.

A JUNE NIGHT

THE very air is sacred this June night. Methinks this Wicklow valley, walled around By circling hills with tow'ring woodlands crowned,

Seems as one vast cathedral aisle, alight, With star lamps glistening in the azure height

Of the far dome, and swept by organ sound Voiceful of nature's reverence profound

Of falling streams that erstwhile rippled bright.

And fragrance of field flowers and blossomed grass,

New-mown in meadows cool, doth make most sweet Incense of sacrifice. And the soft sigh

Of night winds seems as sounds of prayers that pass From yearning souls, with chaunt and incense sweet,

Through stars and azure to God's throne on high.

JAMES DOYLE.

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