Love of War, and a remembrance of Kilkenny at dawn

It is with pleasure we turn over the pages of a neat book of poems just completed by Mr M.A. Hargadon, a clever young journalist not unknown to Queen’s County.

It is with pleasure we turn over the pages of a neat book of poems just completed by Mr M.A. Hargadon, a clever young journalist not unknown to Queen’s County.

The book is entitled ‘A Wreath of Song’ and contains two poems - one entitled ‘Love of War’ and the other ‘Old Times Restored.’ The first deals with the Turks and their war on the Servians, which we are sure the purchaser will read with delight.

Telling of how Christian women followed their husbands to the battlefield, his description of the tender care of a wife to her dying husband is worth quoting:

‘He struggled; she was at his side - her hand was at his brow,

She stemmed his bosom’s gushing tide, his pain abated now;

She fondly raised his drooping head and wiped his bloody face,

And made a pillow of the dead, and there the dying placed.’

In ‘Old Times Restored’ the author tells us of happy days spent in a re-visit to the city of Kilkenny and of many pleasant incidents which he experienced there.

It is a description of what might happen to anybody who lives amongst and enjoys the company of cherished friends, and on this account should appeal all the more to sociable young people.

In one passage, he describes the morning of his re-visit, and says:

‘The day is dawning; I have heard the swell,

Of wonted music from the convent bell,

The bees are humming in the flowers that bloom

Around the windows of my tiny room;

The air is freshening and the sunbeams shed

A flood of lustre all around my bed.’