Irish Books and Irish People — Context and Discussion
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What was unreal in Miss Edgeworth became mere insincerity in her contemporary, Lady Morgan. Few people could tell you now where Thackeray got Miss Glorvina O'Dowd's baptismal name; yet _The Wild Irish Girl_ had a great triumph in its day, and Glorvina stood sponsor to the milliners' and haberdashers' inventions ninety years before the apotheosis of Trilby. _O'Donnell_, which is counted Lady Morgan's best novel, gives a lively ideal portrait of the authoress, first as the governess-grub, then transformed by marriage into the butterfly-duchess. But the book is a thinly-disguised political pamphlet. "Look," she says in effect, "at the heroic virtues of O'Donnell, the young Irishman, driven to serve in foreign armies, despoiled of his paternal estates by the penal laws; look at the fidelity, the simplicity, the native humour (so dramatically effective) of his servant Rory; and then say if you will not plump for Catholic Emancipation." "My dear lady," the reader murmurs, "I wondered why you were so set upon underlining all these things. Can you not tell us a story frankly, and let us alone with your conclusions?"
Unfortunately, very much the same has to be said of a far greater writer, William Carleton, even in those tales which are based upon his own most intimate experience. _The Poor Scholar_, his most popular story, proceeds directly from an episode in his own life. He had himself been a poor scholar, had set out from his northern home to walk to Munster, where the best known schools were, trusting to charity by the way to lodge him, and to charity to keep him throughout his schooling for the sake of his vocation, and for the blessing sure to descend upon those who aided a peasant's son to become a priest. Nothing could be more vivid than the early scenes, the collection made at the altar for Jimmy McEvoy, the priest's sermon, the boy's parting from home, and the roadside hospitality; there is one infinitely touching episode in the house of the first farmer who shelters him. Then come the school itself, and the tyranny of its master, till the boy falls sick of a fever, and is turned out of doors. Then, alas, the conventional intervenes in the person of the virtuous absentee ignorant of his agent's misdoings: the long arm of coincidence is stretched to the uttermost; and we have to wade through pages of discussion upon the relations of landlord and tenant till we are put wholly out of tune for the beautiful scene of Jimmy's return home in his priestly dress.
Carleton did for the peasantry what Miss Edgeworth had done for the upper classes. In her books the peasants have only an incidental part, and she describes them shrewdly and sympathetically enough, but with a mind untouched either by their faith or by their superstitions; seeing their good and bad qualities clearly in a dry light, but never in imagination identifying herself with them. Superior to Miss Edgeworth in power and insight, he is immeasurably her inferior in literary skill. One should remember, in commenting upon the poverty of Irish literature in English, that, so far as concerns imaginative work, it began in the nineteenth century. Carleton only died in 1869, Miss Edgeworth in 1849; and before them there is no one.
Stephen Gwynn's Irish Books and Irish People opens with a frank admission: the essays bear the marks of their period, and some deal with movements still in their infancy. The collection, published in 1919, situates itself at a moment when the Gaelic revival and the literary movement around W. B. Yeats and the Abbey Theatre were reshaping Irish cultural identity. Gwynn's perspective is that of a critic and historian who sees these forces as allied yet distinct, operating on men's minds and spirits rather than producing tangible political results. The book's structure moves from literary analysis—novels, humour, the shanachy tradition—to social institutions like education and the gentry, closing with a look at recent history.
The Two Forces: Language Revival and Literary Theatre
Gwynn identifies two driving forces in early twentieth-century Ireland: the Gaelic League's attempt to revive Irish as a living speech, and the literary movement whose most concrete expression was the Irish theatre. He argues that the Gaelic League, while failing to restore the language as a vernacular, succeeded in making the principle of separation potent. The symbol of separate nationality, for orthodox Leaguers, became a separate language—a position Gwynn illustrates with a contemporary debater's claim that America will never be a nation until its English is unrecognisable. Meanwhile, the literary movement, inspired by Yeats, produced works like Synge's that disposed of the criticism that Irish humour lacked seriousness. Gwynn notes that Lady Gregory's Spreading the News and Yeats's Pot of Broth exemplified a simple fun that the Abbey Theatre as a whole later neglected.
Education and Moral Training: Trinity and the Queen's Colleges
Gwynn examines Irish education through the lens of moral influence, arguing that Irish opinion demands religious teaching in universities. He contrasts Trinity College Dublin, with its Protestant atmosphere and chapel services, against the 'godless' Queen's Colleges that excluded religion. Catholics largely rejected both, leaving the new National University without a tradition. Gwynn finds Trinity worth study as a 'free growth' typifying the ruling Protestant class. He notes its frugality compared to Oxford's extravagance, and its isolation from both Irish national ideals and English intellectual currents. The university's main moral function, he suggests, should be to produce enthusiasts, but in this respect Trinity fails, remaining 'a little old-fashioned.'
The Shanachy and the Life of a Song
Two essays examine oral tradition. In 'Literature Among the Illiterates,' Gwynn distinguishes between the shanachy—the storyteller who preserves folk memory—and the life of a song as it passes through communities. He treats these as living practices rather than antiquarian curiosities, noting how the shanachy's art adapts to its audience. The song's life, he suggests, depends on its ability to be reshaped by each singer, a process that both preserves and transforms the material. Gwynn's approach is observational, drawing on examples that show how illiterate communities maintain a rich verbal culture. He avoids romanticising the tradition, instead focusing on the mechanisms of transmission and the social contexts that sustain it.
The Great Social Change: Land Transfer and Its Obscure Relations
Gwynn identifies the transfer of land ownership from landlords to cultivators as the great social change that 'disenserfed three-fourths of Ireland's people.' Yet he insists that the relations between this material result and the cultural forces of the Gaelic revival and literary movement are 'obscure, indefinite, and intangible.' This caution is characteristic: Gwynn resists simple causal explanations. He notes that the last twenty-five years have been the most formative since Ireland became a composite nation, but he does not claim to have fully traced the connections. The essay on 'Yesterday in Ireland' presumably continues this historical reflection, though the excerpts do not reveal its conclusions. Gwynn's method is to present evidence and acknowledge the limits of inference.
Gwynn's essays reward readers who attend to his careful distinctions—between the Gaelic League's political effect and its linguistic failure, between Trinity's moral atmosphere and its intellectual isolation, between the shanachy's art and the song's life. He writes as a critic who knows his subjects intimately but refuses to overstate his claims. The collection offers a snapshot of Irish cultural debates at a pivotal moment, filtered through a sensibility that values precision over polemic. Readers should approach each essay as a period piece that also speaks to enduring questions about national identity, education, and the role of literature in social change.
That rainy afternoon, Gwynn’s essays kept circling back to how a people’s voice roots itself in owned ground. The shift felt personal, almost geological. Later, drying off, I stumbled into The Natural History of Selborne, Vol. 1 — Reading Companion, and found the same patient watching—not of fields claimed, but of one parish’s quiet, living record. Both books simply notice what persists.
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