But, alas! these carefulnesses did not chime with his emotional moment.

They were not magnificent enough for one who felt that he was talking not to Ireland or to England, but to the whole gaping and eager earth, and so he pledged his country's credit so deeply that he did not leave her even one National rag to cover herself with.
"After a lie, truth bursts out, and it is no longer the radiant and serene goddess we knew or hoped for--it is a disease, it is a moral syphilis, and will ravage until the body in which it can dwell has been purged.

Mr.Redmond told the lie, and he is answerable to England for the violence she had to be guilty of, and to Ireland for the desolation to which we have had to submit.

Without his lie there had been no Insurrection, without it there had been at this moment, and for a year past, an end to the 'Irish question.' Ireland must in ages gone have been guilty of abominable crimes, or she could not at this juncture have been afflicted with a John Redmond." Politicians everywhere need to grow tough skins; but Redmond, though he was a veteran in politics, had no special gift that way.

It was not pleasant for the Nationalist leader, when an assembly of Irishmen were called together to attempt the framing of a Constitution, to find himself the object, and the sole object, of public insult; it was not pleasant for him to feel that he might at any time be subjected to a renewal of this experience in the streets of Ireland's capital, where he had been acclaimed as a hero so few years ago.