He wanted just that English wife to steady him and pour drops of universal fire into him; to keep him face to face with the world, I mean; letting him be true to his country in a fair degree, but not an old rainpipe and spout.
She would have held him to his profession.

And, Oh dear! She's a friend worth having, lost to Ireland.

I see what she could have done there.
Something bigger than an island, too, has to be served in our days: that is, if we don't forget our duty at home.

Poor Paddy, and his pig, and his bit of earth! If you knew what we feel for him! I'm a landlord, but I'm one with my people about evictions.

We Irish take strong root.