It Is A Most Disgraceful

As Our Language Wanes And Dies, The Golden Legends Of The Far-off Centuries Fade And Pass Away. No One Sees Their Influence Upon Culture; No One Sees Their Educational Power.

The Gaelic League Is Founded Not Upon Hatred Of England, But Upon Love Of Ireland. Hatred Is A Negative Passion; It Is Powerful - A Very Powerful Destroyer; But It Is Useless For Building Up. Love, On The Other Hand, Is Like Faith; It Can Move Mountains, And Faith, We Have Mountains To Move.

Every Craggy And Gnarled Tree Has Its Own Strange And Graceful Legend Attached To It.

I - And There Are Hundreds Of Thousands Of Irishmen Who Felt On This Subject As I Do - Have Always Liked My Celtic Countrymen And Disliked The English Nation; It Is A National Trait Of Character, And I Cannot Help It.

I Do Not Share The Wish To See My Language Dead And Decently Buried