Many A Poor Soul Has

In Writing A Little Tragedy, 'the Gaol Gate,' I Made The Scenario In Three Lines, 'he Is An Informer; He Is Dead; He Is Hanged.' I Wrote That Play Very Quickly.

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.

Irish History Having Been Forbidden In Schools, Has Been, To A Great Extent, Learned From Raftery's Poems By The People Of Mayo, Where He Was Born, And Of Galway, Where He Spent His Later Years.

What Are Prophecies? Don't We Hear Them Every Day Of The Week? And If One Comes True There May Be Seven Blind And Come To Nothing.

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.