Poor old Grealy is quite impracticable, though he means well.

He talks about nothing but the Fianna and Finn McCool, and can't see that my fellows must have riding lessons, and must be got somehow to understand the mechanism of a rifle.

Tim Halloran has been in a sulk ever since I told him what I thought of his conduct at the Rotunda.

He never comes near me, and Mary O'Dwyer told me the other day that he called my volunteers a "pack of blackguards." I dare say it's perfectly true, but they're a finer kind of blackguard than the sodden loafers the English recruit for their miserable army.' She went on to describe the series of Boer victories which had come one after another just at Christmas-time.

She was confident that the cause of freedom and nationality would ultimately triumph, and she foresaw the intervention of some Continental Power.