There Is Lasting Kindness In Heaven When

I Hold That The Beginning Of Modern Irish Drama Was In The Winter Of 1898, At A School Feast At Coole, When Douglas Hyde And Miss Norma Borthwick Acted In Irish In A Punch And Judy Show; And The Delighted Children Went Back To Tell Their Parents What Grand Curses 'an Craoibhin' Had Put On The Baby And The Policeman.

Well, There's No One At All, They Do Be Saying, But Is Deserving Of Some Punishment From The Very Minute Of His Birth.

Queen Victoria Was Loyal And True To The Pope; That Is What I Was Told, And So Is Edward The Seventh Loyal And True, But He Has Got Something Contrary In His Body.

Once In My Childhood I Had Been Eager To Learn Irish; I Thought To Get Leave To Take Lessons From An Old Scripture-reader Who Spent A Part Of His Time In The Parish Of Killinane, Teaching Such Scholars As He Could Find To Read Their Own Language In The Hope That They Might Turn To The Only Book Then Being Printed In Irish, The Bible.

In My Childhood There Was Every Year At My Old Home, Roxborough, Or, As It Is Called In Irish, Cregroostha, A Great Sheep-shearing That Lasted Many Days. On The Last Evening There Was Always A Dance For The Shearers And Their Helpers, And Two Pipers Used To Sit On Chairs Placed On A Corn-bin To Make Music For The Dance.