There is a good deal about it in the _Freeman's Journal_ to-day, but chiefly touching a sixpenny quarrel which has sprung up between the Reception Committee and the Trades Council over the alleged making of contracts by the Committee with "houses not employing members of the regular trades." For this the typos and others propose to "boycott" the Committee and the Reception and the Liberators from over the sea.

From casual conversations I gather that there is much more popular interest in the release, on Wednesday, of Mr.T.D.Sullivan, ex-Lord Mayor, champion swimmer, M.P., poet, and patriot.

A Nationalist acquaintance of mine tells me that in Tullamore Mr.Sullivan has been most prolific of poetry.

He has composed a song which I am afraid will hardly please my Irish Nationalist friends in America: "We are sons of Sister Isles, Englishmen and Irishmen, On our friendship Heaven smiles; Tyrant's schemes and Tory wiles Ne'er shall make us foes again." There is to be a Drawing-Room, too, at the Castle on Wednesday night.
One would not unnaturally gather from the "tall talk" in Parliament and the press that this conjuncture of a great popular demonstration in favour of Irish nationality, with a display of Dublin fashion doing homage to the alien despot, might be ominous of "bloody noses and cracked crowns." Not a bit of it! I asked my jarvey, for instance, on an outside car this afternoon, whether he expected a row to result from these counter currents of the classes and the masses.

"A row!" he replied, looking around at me in amazement.