A Key to "Dublin Acrostics"

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    A Key to "Dublin Acrostics"Source: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 28, No. 329 (Nov., 1900), p. 659Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20499674 .Accessed: 14/06/2014 21:50

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    J. W. A. lost no time in solving our October problem. On the 27th of September he writes:

    " No. 121 is easy to guess. Cobweb is clearly the word. The first light is just as clearly cock-crow. The second is perhaps olive, as a part of dessert-a part for which I have never managed to acquire a liking. The third is bulb, I suppose. At any rate one does find daffodils and tulips and snowdrops etc., growing on lawns, though for my part I detest even a daisy in such a place."

    J. C. also tuHit omne punctum. No. 122.

    I. The solemn pageant winds along

    In slow and stately file, Low rolls the wave of sacred song

    Adown the echoing aisle. And as more faint the distant notes

    In dying cadence fall, My voice, o'er all aseending, floats

    In measured interval. And still we haunt that ancient hall,

    My brothers seven and I. Borni 'neath the shadow of its wall,

    There too, we swanlike, die. Antique and quaint the names we bear,

    Uncouth in modern eyes; Though mine you oftentimes may hear

    In moments of surprise.


    When first on baby's lips it hung, The seconcd thrilled my heart with pride,

    Though, spoken by another tongue, 'Tis sheepishness personified.

    But wherefore puzzle o'er a name That known is scarcely worth the trouble ?

    'Twill serve all purposes the same, If you will only halve its double.

    III. A king am I, supreme, alone

    Sceptre and sword are mine; A king, and yet a priest-my throne

    In name all but divine. And still nor priest of holiest rite,

    Nor prince of proudest grade, Will hold his solemn state aright,

    Save in my folds arrayed.

    1. The proudest noble to my humble toil Is ever debtor for the coat he wears.

    2. MIy evil deeds may yet embroil, And set two nations by the ears.

    0. W.

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    Article Contentsp. 659

    Issue Table of ContentsThe Irish Monthly, Vol. 28, No. 329 (Nov., 1900), pp. 621-676The Golden Stair [pp. 621-633]Table Bay in War-Time [p. 633-633]Polly [pp. 634-646]To One in Heaven [p. 647-647]A Dash across Europe. Part IV: Cairo and the Pyramids: Home [pp. 648-658]In Kerry [p. 658-658]A Key to "Dublin Acrostics" [p. 659-659]Dilecta Tabernacula. I: In Summer [pp. 660-664]Remember the Dead [pp. 665-666]In a Canadian Cemetery [p. 666-666]The Third Century of the Passion Play at Oberammergau [pp. 667-670]Review: Notes on New Books [pp. 671-676]