And a good secretary he'll make, for his heart will be in the work.

I dare say, now, you've heard of the League when you were up in Dublin.

Well, you'll hear more of it.

By the time you're back here again---- Now, don't be saying that you'll not come back.

I'll give you a year to get sick of fighting for the Boers, and then there'll be a hunger on you for the old place that will bring you back to it in spite of yourself.' 'Good-bye, Father Moran.