An Irish Crazy-Quilt: Smiles and tears, woven into song and story — A Closer Reading

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Forrester, Arthur M., 1850-1895 Project Gutenberg 2020 Not confirmed
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Arthur M. Forrester's 1891 collection blends satirical ballads and sketches targeting British rule in Ireland, with a dedication to 'Felons of Ireland.' The opening poem 'The Church of Ballymore' and the prose piece 'Caledonian Candlesticks' showcase his use of humor, hyperbole, and local detail to critique coercion and Fenian-era panic.
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in strange lands to seek my bread, But I left my heart behind in Ballymore!

I am proud of our cathedrals--they are emblems of our love To an ever-mighty Benefactor shown; And when wealth and art and beauty have been given from above, The devil should not have them as his own! Their splendor has inspired me--but amidst it all I prayed God to grant me, when life’s weary work is o’er, Sweet rest beside my mother in the dear embracing shade Of the little whitewashed church of Ballymore!

Embroidered with shamrocks and spangled with daisies, Tall foxgloves like sentinels guarding the way, The squirrel and hare played bo-peep in its mazes, The green hedgerows wooed it with odorous spray; The thrush and the linnet piped overtures in it, The sun’s golden rays bathed its bosom of green. Bright scenes, fairest skies, pall to-day on my eyes, For I opened them first on an Irish boreen!

It flung o’er my boyhood its beauty and gladness, Rich homage of perfume and color it paid; It laughed with my joy--in my moments of sadness What solace I found in its pitying shade. When Love, to my rapture, rejoiced in my capture, My fetters the curls of a brown-haired colleen, What draught from his chalice, in mansion or palace, So sweet as I quaffed in the dear old boreen?

But green fields were blighted and fair skies beclouded, Stern frost and harsh rain mocked the poor peasant’s toil, Ere they burst into blossom the buds were enshrouded, The seed ere its birth crushed in merciless soil; Wild tempests struck blindly, the landlord, less kindly, Aimed straight at our hearts with a “death sentence” keen; The blast spared our sheeling, which he, more unfeeling, Left roofless and bare to affright the boreen.

A dirge of farewell through the hawthorn was pealing, The wind seemed to stir branch and leaf with a sigh, As, down on a tear-bedewed shamrock sod kneeling, I kissed the old boreen a weeping good-by; And vowed that should ever my patient endeavor The grains of success from life’s harvest-field glean, Where’er fortune found me, whatever ties bound me, My eyes should be closed in the dear old boreen.

Ah! Fate has been cruel, in toil’s endless duel With sickness and want I have earned only scars; Life’s twilight is nearing--its day disappearing-- My weary soul sighs to escape through its bars; But ere fields elysian shall dazzle its vision, Grant, Heaven, that its flight may be winged through the scene Of streamlet and wild-wood, the home of my childhood, The grave of my kin, and the dear old boreen!

AN IRISH SCHOOLHOUSE.

Upon the rugged ladder rungs--whose pinnacle is Fame-- How often have ambitious pens deep graven Harvard’s name; The gates of glory Cambridge men o’er all the world assail, And rulers in the realm of thought look back with pride to Yale. To no such Alma Mater can my Muse in triumph raise Its Irish voice in canticles of gratitude and praise; Yet still I hold in shrine of gold, and until death I will, The little schoolhouse, thatched with straw, that lay behind the hill.

When in the balmy morning, racing down the green boreen Toward its portal, ivy-framed, our curly heads were seen, We felt no shame for ragged coats, nor blushed for shoeless feet, But bubbled o’er with laughter dear old master’s smile to meet; Yet saw beneath his homespun garb an awe-inspiring store Of learning’s fearful mysteries and academic lore. No monarch wielded sceptre half so potent as his quill In that old schoolhouse, thatched with straw, that lay behind the hill.

Perhaps--and yet ’tis hard to think--our boastful modern school Might feel contempt for master, for his methods and his rule; Would scorn his simple ways--and in the rapid march of mind His patient face and thin gray locks would lag far, far behind. No matter; he was all to us, our guide and mentor then; He taught us how to face life’s fight with all the grit of men; To honor truth, and love the right, and in the future fill Our places in the world as he had done behind the hill.

Arthur M. Forrester's An Irish Crazy-Quilt (1891) opens with a dedication 'To the Felons of Ireland'—exiled, imprisoned, or executed for loving their native land—immediately establishing the collection's political tenor. The first poem, 'The Church of Ballymore,' introduces a recurring pattern: a local setting (a church, a boreen, a schoolhouse) becomes a stage for wry commentary on Irish life under British rule. Forrester's voice oscillates between ballad simplicity and satirical edge, as seen in 'Pat Murphy's Cows' or 'Father Tom Malone.'

The prose sketch 'Caledonian Candlesticks' exemplifies his method: a mock-heroic account of Fenian-era panic in Manchester, where dead cats are mistaken for explosives. The narrator's deadpan exaggeration—'the law is oft mysterious'—undermines official hysteria while grounding the humor in specific details like 'bags of sand and buckets of water' for Greek fire. This blend of local color, political grievance, and absurdist comedy defines the quilt's fabric.

Ballads as Political Commentary

Forrester's ballads often adopt a first-person speaker—a farmer, a policeman, a 'bewildered boycotter'—to voice grievances against coercion, eviction, and landlordism. In 'The Old Boreen,' the lane becomes a symbol of lost freedom; 'The Irish Schoolhouse' laments educational neglect. The humor is frequently dark: 'Pat Murphy's Cows' treats agrarian unrest with a wink, while 'Balfour's Wish' and 'Clause Twenty-six' directly target specific legislation. The poems vary in tone from the elegiac 'The Felons of Our Land' to the rollicking 'Rapparee Song,' but all share a grounding in recognizable Irish settings—a church, a fair, a courtroom—that lend authenticity to the satire.

Notably, Forrester avoids abstract rhetoric; his complaints are lodged through concrete scenes: a policeman's 'erring feet' in 'Snooks,' a pimple on a constable's nose that 'the law' is said to have. This technique makes the political personal, inviting readers to see the absurdity in everyday encounters with authority.

Prose Sketches and the Art of Exaggeration

The prose pieces, such as 'Caledonian Candlesticks' and 'A Typical Trial,' extend the ballad's satirical method into longer, more elaborate narratives. 'Caledonian Candlesticks' parodies the panic following the 1867 Manchester executions, describing how 'two dead cats' in a canal are treated as explosives. The narrator's mock-serious tone—'there wasn't a chemist in England's borders would undertake a post-mortem examination'—mimics official reports while undercutting them. Similarly, 'A Seditious Slide' and 'Who Shot Phlynn's Hat?' turn minor incidents into farcical legal dramas.

These sketches rely on accumulation of detail: the 'bags of sand' for Greek fire, the 'special constables' beating 'other fellows' wives.' The humor emerges from the gap between the trivial cause and the elaborate response. Forrester's targets are not just British officials but also the Irish who collude or panic, as in 'That Traitor Timmins.' The prose allows him to develop characters and situations more fully than the ballads, creating a varied texture that justifies the 'crazy-quilt' metaphor.

Recurring Motifs: The Law, the Land, and the 'Felon'

Across both poems and stories, three motifs recur: the law as an arbitrary, often drunken or panicked force; the land as a source of both livelihood and conflict; and the 'felon' as a martyr or hero. The law appears in 'Snooks' as a policeman who 'is no ordinary mortal,' in 'Caledonian Candlesticks' as a superintendent who 'ran away' with a magistrate's wife, and in 'An Official Valuation' as a bureaucratic absurdity. The land is central to 'Pat Murphy's Cows,' 'The Old Boreen,' and 'To the Landlords of Ireland,' where eviction and rent are constant threats.

The 'felon'—the political prisoner or exile—is the collection's moral center, honored in the dedication and in poems like 'The Felons of Our Land' and 'The Fenian's Dream.' Forrester's treatment is rarely sentimental; instead, he uses the felon's perspective to critique the system. In 'Harvey Duff,' a spy or informer becomes a figure of contempt, while 'The Irish Soldier at Grant's Grave' links Irish struggle to American Civil War memory. These motifs weave the quilt together, giving coherence to the disparate forms.

Structure and Voice: A Guide for First Readers

First readers should note that the collection alternates between songs/ballads and stories/sketches, with the table of contents listing 11 sections. The ballads dominate the first half; the prose pieces cluster later. Forrester's voice is consistent: a wry, often indignant Irish narrator who uses dialect, local references, and hyperbole. He frequently addresses the reader directly ('You can guess,' 'stranger, recollect'), creating a sense of shared understanding.

The excerpts suggest that the strongest political satire appears in pieces like 'Caledonian Candlesticks' and 'A Typical Trial,' while the ballads offer more direct emotional appeal. Readers may find the humor dated in places, but the specificity of references—to Balfour, to the Manchester hangings, to the 'Clare Constabulary'—grounds the work in its historical moment. The 'crazy-quilt' structure means one can dip in and out; the dedication and opening poems provide the key to the author's sympathies.

Forrester's Crazy-Quilt rewards readers who attend to its local details—the names of towns, the references to specific acts of Parliament, the dialect phrases. The humor is often barbed, but the collection's emotional range extends to genuine pathos in poems like 'The Grave of the Martyrs.' A first reading might begin with 'Caledonian Candlesticks' to sample the prose style, then sample ballads from different sections to gauge the variety. The dedication to 'Felons of Ireland' is not mere rhetoric; it frames every subsequent piece as a contribution to a political argument, however playful the surface.

Reading Forrester’s dedication to the “Felons of Ireland,” I remembered my grandfather’s worn copy of old ballads, the way laughter and defiance sat side by side at our kitchen table. Hilaria. The Festive Board — Key Ideas to Explore once gave me that same quiet ache—merriment hiding a sharper truth beneath the clatter of plates and cups.

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