There lay Ireland,—squalid, dismal, sullen, dull, expectant, sunk deep in hostile intent.
John Morley: “There lay Ireland,—squalid, dismal, sullen, dull, expectant, sunk deep in hostile intent.”
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Morley paints a bleak picture of Ireland's state, emphasizing its troubled and hostile atmosphere.
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If they, situated exactly as we are, decline to join, we are not bound single-handed to make up the deficiencies of the rest.
A rendering less apt for this occasion finds favour with some scholars, that true virtue can never be restored to those who have once fallen away from it.
It is a case so to speak of “limited liability.” We are bound in honour—you cannot put a legal construction upon it—to see in concert with others that these arrangements are maintained.
For this line of contention he was called an “unpatriotic trumpet of disaster,” and other names commonly bestowed on all men in all countries who venture to say that what chances for the hour to be a popular war is a blunder.





