If Ireland Is To Become A New

God Made Food; The Devil The Cooks.

Mr. Duffy Lived A Short Distance From His Body.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

Her Name Sprang To My Lips At Moments In Strange Prayers And Praises Which I Myself Did Not Understand. My Eyes Were Often Full Of Tears (i Could Not Tell Why) And At Times A Flood From My Heart Seemed To Pour Itself Out Into My Bosom. I Thought Little Of The Future. I Did Not Know Whether I Would Ever Speak To Her Or Not Or, If I Spoke To Her, How I Could Tell Her Of My Confused Adoration.

Ask No Questions And You'll Hear No Lies.