Standish James OGrady: Commentary
W. B. Yeats, Autobiographies (1955), A Unionist in Politics, a leader-writer on the Daily Express, the most Conservative paper in Ireland, hater of every form of democracy, he had given all his heart to the smaller Irish landowners, to whom he belonged, and with whom his childhood had been spent, and for them he wrote his books, and would soon rage over their failings in certain famous passages that many men would reapeat to themselves like poets rhymes. All round us people talked or wrote for victorys sake, and were hated for their victories - but here was a man whose rage was a swan-song over than that he had held most dear, and to whom every Irish imaginative writer owed a portion of his soul. In [220] his unfinished History of Ireland he had made the old Irish heroes, Finn, and Oisin, and Cuchulain, alive again, taking them, for I think he knew no Gaelic, from the dry pages of OCurry and his school, and condensing and arranging, as he thought Homer would have arranged and condensed. Lady Gregory has told the same tales [ ] with greater powers of arrangement and a more original style, but OGrady was the first, and we had read him in our teens. I think that, had I succeeded, a popular audience could have changed him little, and that his genius would have stayed as it had been shaped by his youth in some provincial society, and that to the end he would have shown his best in occasional thrusts and parries. But I do thing that if, instead of that one admirable little book, The Bog of Stars, we had got all his histories and imaginative works into the hands of our young men, he might have brought the imagination of Ireland nearer to the Image and the honeycomb. ( pp.220-21.)
[ top ] W. B. Yeats: He could delight us with an extravagance we were too critical to share; a day will come, he said, when Slieve-na-mon will be more famous than Olympus; yet he was no Nationalist as we understood the word, but in rebellion, as he was fond of explaining, against the House of Commons, not against the King. [ ] Both OGradys considered themselves as representing the old Irish land-owning aristocracy; both probably, though that England, because decadent and democratic, had betrayed their order. (Essays and Introductions, p.512.) Further: Standish OGrady had much modern sentiment, his style, like that of John Mitchel forty year before, shaped by Carlyle. (ibid., p.513).
W. B. Yeats : Yeats remarked of OGrady, in Contemporary Prose Writers, The Bookman (Aug 1895): Multifarious knowledge of Gaelic legend and Gaelic history and a most Gaelic temperament put him in communication with the moods that have been over high purposes from the hour when, in the word put in the mouth of St Dionysius, The Most High set the borders of the Nations according to the Angels of God. [q.source]. [ top ] W. B. Yeats: Yeats contributed a list of the 30 best Irish books in letter to the Dublin Daily Telegraph (27 Feb. 1895), citing several titles by OGrady - History of Ireland: Heroic Period, and The Coming of Cuchullin, Fin and His Companions, as well as The Bog of Stars (passionate and dramatic) - with comments, The most memorable books in the section Folk Lore and Bardic Tales are Mr. OGradys History of Ireland: Heroic Period, and his Coming of Cuchullin, and his Fin and his Companions. But as he, like the men who cast into their present shape the Icelandic Sagas, retells the old tales in his own way, he should be read together with The History of Early Gaelic Literature, and if possible with the Silva Gadelica [Standish Hayes OGrady] . However, it will not be to these indispensable and learned books that the imagination will return again and again, but to his description in The Coming of Cuchullin of Cuchullin hunting the ironhorned enchanted deer in his battle fury, or to that chapter in the History where he stands dying against the pillar stone, the others drinking his blood at his feet; or to the account, in Fin and his Companions of the seven old men receiving Fin upon the mountain top and putting the seven pieces of the lark upon his platter, and saying one to another, when he weeps because of their poverty, The young have sorrows that the old know nothing of.
Norreys Jephson OConor, Changing Ireland: Literary Backgrounds of the Irish Free State, 1889-1922 (Harvard UP 1924): Mr. Yeats became fired with the determination to create for Ireland a national literature that should differ from the markedly political writing in vogue in his youth; instead of bristling with rhetorical abuse or martial ardor, his own verse should retell the ancient stories of his country, keeping the vividness of Irish imagination, the color and magic of Gaelic style. Irish philological study was in its infancy; but despite his finding fault later with the [73] bad translations he had to use, the young poet did not attempt to learn the old Irish language. Fortunately, however, this was the period of the publication of Standish James O’Grady’s histories of ancient Ireland, in which was gathered much of the old saga material, wherein, though Mr. O’Grady had given the traditional tales a coherence and definiteness scarcely justified by modern scholarship, he had caught the splendor of the Gaelic originals. (pp.72-73). [ top ] George [Æ] Russell, Standish OGrady, in Imaginations and Reveries (NY: Macmillan 1916), Chap. 3 [n.d.; between 1899 & 1902): In OGradys writings the submerged river of national culture rose up again, a shining torrent, and I realized as I bathed in that stream, that the greatest spiritual evil one nation could inflict on another was to cut off from it the story of the national soul. For not all music can be played upon any instrument, and human nature for most of us is like a harp on which can be rendered the music written for the harp but nor that written for the violin. The harp strings quiver for the harp-player alone, and he who can utter his passion through the violin is silent before an unfamiliar instrument. That is why the Irish have rarely been deeply stirred by English literature, though it is one of the great literatures of the world. Our history was different and the evolutionary product was a peculiarity of character, and the strings of our being vibrate most in ecstasy when the music evokes ancestral moods or embodies emotions akin to these. I am not going to argue the comparative worth of the Gaelic and English tradition. All that I can say is that the traditions of our own country move us more than the traditions of any other. Even if there was not essential greatness in them we would love them for the same reasons which bring back so many exiles to revisit the haunts of childhood. But there was essential greatness in that neglected bardic literature which OGrady was the first to reveal in a noble manner. He had the spirit of an ancient epic poet. He is a comrade of Homer, his birth delayed in time perhaps that he might renew for a sophisticated people the elemental simplicity and hardihood men had when the world was young and manhood was prized more than any of its parts, more than thought or beauty or feeling. He has created for us, or rediscovered, one figure which looms in the imagination as a high comrade of Hector, Achilles, Ulysses, Rama or Yudisthira, as great in spirit as any. Who could extol enough his Cuculain, that incarnation of Gaelic chivalry, the fire and gentleness, the beauty and heroic ardour or the imaginative splendor of the episodes in his retelling of the ancient story. There are writers who bewitch you by a magical use of words whose lines glitter like jewels, whose effects are gained by an elaborate art and who deal with the subtlest emotions. Others again are simple as an Egyptian image, and yet are more impressive, and you remember them less for the sentence than for a grandiose effect. They are not so much concerned with the art of words as with the creation of great images informed with magnificence of spirit. They are not lesser artists but greater, for there is a greater art in the simplification of form in the statue of Memnon than there is in the intricate detail of a bronze by Benvenuto Cellini. Standish OGrady had in his best moments that epic wholeness and simplicity, and the figure of Cuculain amid his companions of the Red Branch which he discovered and refashioned for us is, I think, the greatest spiritual gift any Irishman for centuries has given to Ireland. [...] (Cont.)
George Russell, letter to W. B. Yeats of [?]19 April 1902: Arising out of the performance of Deirdre and Kathleen, OGrady this week in A.I.R. tells us we may suceed in degrading the ideals of Ireland in banishing the soul from the land [All-Ireland Review, 19 April 1902, p.100]. I think while w cannot say anything where the more literary or dramatic merit of our work is questioned, that a charge like this should be met and answered. I have addressed a vigorous letter to A.I.R. [printed in United Irishman and, as The Dramatic Treatment of Legend, in Some Irish Essays (1906) and Imagination and Reveries (1915), pp.22-27] and if OGrady does not publish it I will send it ot the Freeman, Irish Times and Independent with a letter accusing OGrady of a mean slander on his Irish contempoeraries and of cowarding in refusing to insert [the] relplyu. He needs to be pulled up and I have done it with a vengeance. I tell him frankly he has forgotten all he ever knew about the Red Branch cycle. I have degraded Concobar forsooth by emphasising the only tale in which he appears in an evil light. Shade of Macha, what a fib! I also inform him that he has lost the power to distinguish between what is heroic in literature and what is not, on account of a quotation he makes from Cuchulain. He confuses the big and gigantic with the herois. I have claiemd for daram that no subject is too great for treatment. He says the Red Branch [cycle] is. I point out Prometheus, greater than Cuchulain. I tell him frankly he is not great [40] enough to issue fiats to other literary men and accuse them of decadence in a muddle of confused and contradictory sentences. If he publishes it and replies I hopoe we will have gorgeous row. Please look up A.I.R. this week. The letter Ichabod was written by a hysterical lady who accuses me of practising the Black Art on the audience when I chanted!!! She saw three waves of darkness rolling over the stange and audience and it made her ill. She does not mention this in her letter but has raved about it since. I feel filled with the pride of wickedness, almost a demon. Isnt it a delightful audience we get in Dublin. If I write another play Ill work in more magic. If you would like to join the fray you might take up OG. on the point of keeping legends form the common people. He thinks the crowd should have nothing to do with legends. The aristocratic tendency of OGradys mind lays him open to a crushing rejoinder. Why, it was the common people who preserved the stories and who made the reputation of the aristocracy. I think the crowd would not follow OGrady in thinking the legendary literature should not be given to them. Kind regards to Lady Gregory. Yours sincerely, Geo. W. Russell.
[ top ] W. P. Ryan, in The Irish Literary Revival (1894), Standish OGrady ... The History of Ireland, The Heroic Period [1878], that fascinating and graphic work, the reading of which made a turning-point in the intellectual history of more than one leader in the present movement. That book alone, in a thinking and reading Ireland, should have made Mr OGrady famous at once ... his unrewarded labours went on in the fields of Irish romance and history. Red Hughs Captivity appeared in 1889, and, barring a preface with unfortunate passages, which Mr OGrady sincerely regrets, and a little West-British bias and colour, is a volume to be cherished ... gradually gave himself up more and more to his favourite pursuit, and to the kindred one of journalism, relinquishing the Bar ... one volume of a History of Ireland, critical and philosophical ... felicitous writing included afterwards The Bog of Stars, first published in special numbers of the Dublin Daily Express, with which paper he has long been connected ... His Story of Ireland, issued at the beginning of the present year, caused some disagreeable, some just, and some pointless controversy. Mr OGrady is more the romanticist than the historian. When he leaves the poetry of the heroic ages for modern periods, with the trail of political passions and class prejudices across them, he, a politician and a man of the classes, is not a sure-footed historian at all times. Even in The Bog of the Stars, he looked at things too often from the Pale standpoint. In the Story of Ireland he wrote much that is wholly unjustifiable./Mr OGrady deserved some hard knocks for this Story, but it was not easy to look on with patience whenever the punishment was administered by people who were completely ignorant of his higher work, and who were adverse to giving him credit for anything. To understand him we must remember that he has been trained amidst associations both Protestant and anti-popular. (His father was rector of Castletown Berehaven, and he is connected with the family of Lord [138] Guillamore). He is a Daily Express leader-writer and has some English ideas that are alien, to say the least, to Celtic Ireland. He has other peculiar aversions and prejudices. But all these things should not be emphasised over-much. A member of the Society has compared him to a stately tree with some knots and twists, which, however, do not mar either its grace or its stateliness. [...] His politics and peculiarities we cannot help; against much in his modern history young readers have to be set on their guard; but his real literature - masterly, graphic, and so strangely rare in our Irish world - a product to win and hold enthusiasm. His kinsman Standish Hayes OGrady, though not identified with the movement, is a first figure now in the Irish literary world. His Silva Gadelica is one of the best additions made to our Gaelic legendary store since the days of OCurry [138]. Note also that OGrady gave one of the opening series of lectures to the Irish Literary Society, in the Leinster Hall, 1893 [129; see Daly, op. cit., supra]. [ top ] Dominic Daly, The Young Douglas Hyde (1974), [on Standish OGradys article, appearing in Rollestons Dublin University Review in the August 1885, castigating landlord for failing to provide leadership, The grand opportunity was theirs of harnessing, bitting and bridling this wild, tameless democracy - tameless but tameable, and in its heart desiring to be tamed - of controlling it, and by methods democratic inevitable as belonging to these centuries, but aristocratic too, leading forward this people to higher and ever higher stages.] OGradys description of democracy, this waste, dark, howling mass of colliding interests, mad about the main chance - the pence-counting shopkeeper, the publican .... [Cf. Yeats greasy till.] (p.58, and note.] Further, remarks on Standish James OGrady, his Heroic History described by Vivian Mercier as the fuse which exploded the long-awaited Literary Revival (Colby Library Quarterly, ser. IV, Nov. 1958); also George Moore, picture of OGrady in Ave (London 1911, p.143); Yeats called him a man to whom very imaginative Irish writer owed a portion of his soul. (Autobiographies, p. 20). Hyde visits Standish OGrady, 24 March 1892, and has his palm read by his wife, who considers it the most extraordinary she has seen. [op. cit. 152]. Notes Standish OGradys talk to the Irish Literary Society, 16 Feb. 1893. [161]. [ top ]
[ top ] Louis MacNeice (The Poetry of W. B. Yeats, 1941), quotes Yeats, really to know the imaginative periods of Irish history and remarks that Yeats was introduced [the Irish legends] by Standish OGrady, and further: Yeats, however, failed to do justice to the imaginative periods of Irish history because he emasculated them, just as Tennyson had emasculated Lancelot and Gawaine ... Yeats in old age himself ... explains in a footnote [the phrase great bladdered Emer], The Irish sagas have a hard matter-of-factness ... A woman of divine origin was murdered by jealous rivals because she made the deepest hole in the snow with her urine. (In Boston Pilot; McNeice, op. cit., p.73.)
Hugh Kenner, Dublin's Joyce (London: Chatto & Windus 1955) [discussing parodies in the Cyclops episode of Ulysses including varieties of nationnalisti literaure; Ireland's idyllic past, the Ossianic hero, a journalist version of an Ossianic geste]: The key to the presence of the latter kind of material is simply that the pseudoheroics of books like OGrady's Cuchulain: An Epic were oriented towards the creation of a national consciousness, and as such were part of the art of politics.... By displaying the relationship of its techniques to those of journalism, Joyce delivers a critique of the entire neo-Celtic movement. (p.255.)
[ top ] A. N. Jeffares, W. B. Yeats: A New Life (1988), for account of OGradys influence on Yeats and OGradys own inspiration: [Yeats] later imputed his turning his back on foreign to the effect of reading OGrady [and] deciding as a result that the race meant more than the individual, and in this spirit began writing ... The Wanderings of Oisin, in 1886. OGrady, like Douglas Hyde, the son of a Church of Ireland rector, had come across books on Irish history and literature in a country house library one wet day and, excited by what he found, wrote a History of Ireland (2 vols, 1878, 1880). This was a genteel but enthusiastic treatment of Irish mythological tales and the heroic deeds of the legendary hero Cuchulain and the Red Branch warrior. OGrady followed this with a factual history of Ireland and then wrote various noveols dealing with adventures of Cuchulain and Finn as well as historical novels of the tudor peiod in Ireland. An effective journalist, a leader writer on the Dublin Daily Express before becoming proprietor of the Kilkenny Moderator, he founded the All Ireland Review [ed., 1900-1908]. Yeats called him a Fenian Unionist, and he was certainly a believer in Irish aristocracy its last champion, according to George Russell but with the proviso that it should be a working aristocracy.... In Toryism and The Tory Democracy (1886), with its proposed coalition of landlords and peasants, he may even have influenced Yeatss later views. [&c.].
James Cahalan, Great Hatred, Little Room, The Irish Historical Novel (Syracuse UP/Gill & Macmillan 1983), Yeats, looking for a progenitor in the late 1890s, claimed that OGradys History of Ireland (1878) had started us all. George Russell (AE) wrote in a eulogy, In OGradys writings the submerged river of national culture rose up again, a shining torrent, and I realised as I bathed in that stream that the greatest spiritual evil one nation could inflict on another was to cut off from it the story of the national soul. (Quoted in Hugh [Art] OGrady Standish James OGrady, The Man and the Writer: A Memoir, Talbot 1929, pp.64-65.) Note that Cahalan draws upon OGradys letters held the Boston College Special Irish Collection, being copies of originals in the Healy Collection at Colby College, Waterville, Maine [88]. George Moore remarks, in Hail & Farewell, He is very little read, but we all admire him. He is our past [83]. Yeats wrote an enthusiastic appraisal of OGrady in Battles Long Ago, for The Bookman (London Feb. 1895, p.153), ending with the assertion that OGradys romantic scenes from the life of Cuchullin belong in nothing to our labouring noontide, but wholly to the shadowy morning twilight of time.
Richard Fallis, The Irish Renaissance: An Introduction to Anglo-Irish Literature (Dublin: Gill & Macmillan 1978): OGrady believed that Irish history and legend needed to be treated imaginatively [... and his] work provided a model for a way to deal with the Gaelic inheritance of heroic legend, the way of imaginative re-creation. (pp.62-63; quoted in Brendan T. Mitchell, MA Dip., UU 2009.) [ top ] David Cairns & Shaun Richards, Writing Ireland, Colonialism, Nationalism and Culture (Manchester UP 1988), frankly acknowledged debt to Ferguson, [41]; father of literary revival, compared with Stopford Brooke; Bardic History, Vol. I (1879), contemporary with Land League, [51]; cites E. A. Boyd, there is no doubt that the author of the Bardic History owed his belief in the destiny of the Irish aristocracy to the contagious grandeur of the narratives of that ancient order which he had evoked with the intuitive sympathy of genius (Irelands Literary Revival 1916, n.p.); OGrady acknowledged that the blaze of bardic light had blinded him to the fact that a literature so noble, and dealing with events so remote, must have originated mainly or altogether in the imagination [... yet] A noble moral tone pervades the whole. Courage, affection, and truth are native to all who live in this world. (1879, p.53, 43); why not pass on at once to credible history? (1878, p.22.) Further quotes: The legends represent the imagination of the country; they are that kind of history which a nation desires to possess.... They betray the ambition and ideals of the people, and, in this respect, have a value far beyond the tale of actual events and duly recorded deeds, which are no more history than a skeleton is a man (p.22; var. p.23); also compared to the vulgarity of actual things (p.22); warriors superhuman in size and beauty ... torcs of gold ... white linen tunics ... loose brattas of crimson silk (p.21) [52; cont.]
J. W. Foster, Colonial Consequences (1991), In 1880 Standish James OGrady published Vol. 2 of his History of Ireland ... although this high nonsensical work was a good deal laughed at by the more Anglophilic historians of TCD, it more inarguably set in motion the Irish Literary Revival [q.p]. [ top ] R. F. Foster, The Story of Ireland [Inaugural lecture ... Univ. of Oxford, 1 Dec. 1994] (Clarendon Press 1995): [...] OGradys work was not popular; when he produced his History of Ireland: Heroic Period in 1878 he had to subsidize its publication himself. But it was, in trade terms, a sleeper, subsequent volumes of early history, and stories based on them were popular with many, and holy books for a few. AE wrote later of OGrady as a man out walking, who passed a grass-grown rath or dun; sensed the ancient warriors sleeping within, and released them to ride rampantly through the modern Irish consciousness. This was written with after-knowledge of the rhetoric associated with the 1916 Rising, in which Cuchulain was a sort of invisible brigade commander. But OGrady himself tells a more literal tale about his own awakening, which still has a metaphorical resonance: an ignorant Trinity student, son of a rectory, he was staying in a country house. One day, kept inside by the rain, he took down at random a book and discovered the lost world of heroic Irish pre-history, with its myths, sagas, and heroes larger than life. [A Wet Day, in Selected Essays and Passages, Dublin, n.d., p.3.] This is, in essence, the image used by Lady Morgan long before: the secret narrative, suddenly released. The book makes history. [...] Like a true romantic, OGrady believed the essence of history was revealed in epic poetry; the development of the critical spirit, demanding formal perfection and consistency, had smoothed away the reality of history. He would restore the colour and the vehemence. [See longer extract, attached.]
Seamus Deane, The Twilight of the Landlords: Standish OGrady, [chap. sect. in Strange Country (OUP 1997), pp.83-89; includes a commentary on OGradys response to the destruction of landlordism arising from the depression of 1879-82 and the Land War - viz., his defence of the so-called aristocracy interms that are wider and more hospitable than those of class or creed [by] figuring the heroic past of Ireland as one that is older than any other in Europe [and] an image of permanent truth that must be recovered for use in the present time (p.84). Also traces his use of the word earth as a term for the debased condition of the ascendancy: as earthy and dull as the earth itself; the very clay of the earth is more intelligent than yours (Toryism and Tory Democracy, p.241; Deane, p.87; see also earth in Parnells Other Island, under George Moore, supra). Deane elsewhere speaks of the second-hand Carlylese of Standish OGrady. (In Joyce the Irishman, in The Cambridge Companion to James Joyce, ed. Derek Attridge, Cambridge UP 1990, p.51.)
Katy Plowright, A Celtic Resurrection: Perspectives on Yeats Generation in the Fin de Siècle, in Critical Ireland: New Essays in Literature and Culture, ed. Aaron Kelly & Alan Gillis (Dublin: Four Courts Press 2001), p.180-187: [...] Standish OGrady invoked the image of the silent but deadly Irish revolution in terms which also clearly borrowed from Carlyles silently dynamic Irish giant: The fierce oratory of the incipient revolution is no longer heard, or heard only in muttered curses and the rifle-shot at midnight; but the revolution goes its own way, if silently, then with swifter steps, and breathing fuller strength. (The Crisis in Ireland, Dublin: E. Ponsonby; London: Simpkin, Marshall & Co. 1882, p.4.) Further: OGrady imagined revolution advancing upon English prosperity in a potent alignment between the conceptual and personified, haunting the ruling country with the spectre of its failure in its duty to maintain the welfare of its Irish population. (p.184.)
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