JET. 1] AVOCA :V>
He was fond of Avondale. "There is no place, like Avondale, Jack," he would say.'
After a ramble around the grounds we returned to luncheon. We sat in the library. It was still a dampish day outside, and there was a nice log fire which gave a pleasant air of comfort to the room. "When luncheon was over, John rose, and said, 'Let us walk to the Vale of Avoca. You have never seen it, and it is very beautiful.' To Avoca we strolled along the riveu-sido, and I beheld for the first time the charming spot which Moore has made famous. Gleams <>t brightness lighted up the beautiful scene, and valley and witters lay bathed in the subdued light of the autumn sun. 'It was, indeed, a glorious panorama, and Moore's lines were readily recalled, not only by the picture ou which we. ga-xtul, but by the appropriateness of the concluding words to what might well have been the aspirations of Pnntell amid the storms which closed his checkered life.
There is not In tho wide world a valley HO s\voot>
As that vale in whoso bosom tho bright watorw imu-i;
Oh! tho last rays of fooling and life nm&t depart
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from u\y Smart.
Hwect Vale of Avoca ! how calm could I ro.st
In thy bosom of shade, with tho friends I lovr best,
When the storms that we feel in this cold world slumM
cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mm^lod in IH',U-<».
At Avondale, within ten minutes' walk of the Yule, of Avoca, Charles Stewart Parndl was born on June '27, 1840.
As a lad ho was delicate but wiry, nervous but brave, reserved but affectionate, thoughtful and deliberate, but bright and cheery, lie was fond of home life,