There is lashings of it, more than anybody knows what to do with." I suppose there is somewhere a golden mean between this complete oblivion of time and our feverish American hurry.

There is a 'tedious haste' in all people who make wheels and pistons and engines, and live within sound of their everlasting buzz and whir and revolution; and there is ever a disposition to pause, rest, and consider on the part of that man whose daily tasks are done in serene collaboration with dew and rain and sun.

One cannot hurry Mother Nature very much, after all, and one who has much to do with her falls into a peaceful habit of mind.

The mottoes of the two nations are as well rendered in the vernacular as by any formal or stilted phrases.

In Ireland the spoken or unspoken slogan is, 'Take it aisy'; in America, 'Keep up with the procession'; and between them lie all the thousand differences of race, climate, temperament, religion, and government.
I don't suppose there is a nation on the earth better developed on what might be called the train-catching side than we of the Big Country, and it is well for us that there is born every now and again among us a dreamer who is (blessedly) oblivious of time-tables and market reports; who has been thinking of the rustling of the corn, not of its price.