John Morley: “How can I who drink good wine and bitter beer every day of my life, in a comfortable room and among friends, coolly…”

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

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

He was a soldier of infinite personal courage and daring; of striking military energy, initiative, and resource; a high, pure, and single character, dwelling much in the region of the unseen.

With a few exceptions, a political speech like the manna in the wilderness loses its savour on the second day.