"If they'd killed me to-day there would be a thousand voices would rise all over Ireland to take the place of mine.

One martyr makes countless converts." "Faith, I'd rather kape me own life than to have a hundred thousand spakin' for me and me dead.

Where's the good that would be doin' me?
Now kape still there all through the beautiful night, and let the blessed medicine quiet ye, and the coolin' ointment aize yer pain.

I'll come in by-and-by on the way back home.

I'm goin' up beyant 'The Gap' to some poor people with the fever.