We Would Not Give Up Our Own

My Husband Was In The War Of The Crimea. It Is Terrible The Hardships He Went Through‚ To Be Two Months Without Going Into A House‚ Under The Snow In Trenches. And No Food To Get‚ Maybe A Biscuit In The Day. And There Was Enough Food There‚ He Said‚ To Feed All Ireland; But Bad Management‚ They Could Not Get It.

There's More Learning Than Is Taught In Books.

Every Trick Is An Old One, But With A Change Of Players, A Change Of Dress, It Comes Out As New As Before.

What The Danes Left In Ireland Were Hens And Weasels. And When The Cock Crows In The Morning, The Country People Will Always Say 'it Is For Denmark They Are Crowing. Crowing They Are To Be Back In Denmark.'

In The Whole Course Of Our Work At The Theatre We Have Been, I May Say, Drenched With Advice By Friendly People Who For Years Gave Us The Reasons Why We Did Not Succeed... All Their Advice, Or At Least Some Of It, Might Have Been Good If We Had Wanted To Make Money, To Make A Common Place Of Amusement.