John Morley: “She hates war; and is not easy as to the future.”

There lay Ireland,—squalid, dismal, sullen, dull, expectant, sunk deep in hostile intent.

But the Poet Laureate has written his own song on the hearts of his countrymen that can never die.

The plan for Ireland ought to be produced by the government of the day.

I would use my best endeavours to make these States independent in matters of administration.