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In this ambiguous situation she decided to hedge her bets. She made overtures to Irish nationalism while keeping her acting options open by giving recitations at a number of concerts and by ensuring that her contacts with Dublin Castle kept in good repair. She even seems to have resuscitated the idea of becoming a nurse like her cousin May.

The Concert was a great success, every seat booked out. From an artistic point of view the concert was irreproachable. To the clamorous encores accorded to Ida and myself, who, because of our novelty, were the great attractions, we gave only rebel songs and rebel poems. The gallery was enthusiastic, but I was amused to see, through a hole in the back cloth, the puzzled looks of many in the expensive seats.

Next day we had great Press notices, but letters, and I think, even a leading article in the Irish Times , commented indignantly on the omission of God Save the Queen , an unheard of thing at any Dublin concert in those days. I replied, and a regular letter controversy arose. In fact, this process took far longer than she implies, and most of the concerts at which she went on to perform were far from working-class events. Her voice is attractive, her action graceful, and her reading that of a student who was in full sympathy with the composition of the Irish poet.

Charles Edward Tisdall, a Unionist and Protestant clergyman, who had been one of the best tenors in Ireland and was now a much sought-after reciter. Moreover, her performances, although recitations, were noted for their dramatic delivery and the quality of her striking costumes. She does not appear to have returned there until August , over a year later, although, despite her condition, she visited London in October to tend to her ailing sister. By the time of her return it is clear that she has opted for Irish Joan of Arc over international actress.

The stage gives way to the platform and the art of recitation to the artifice of rhetoric, and she begins to claim an Irish identity and genealogy. Ironically, it was her very Englishness that made her valuable to the Irish national cause. Wholesale forcible evictions had taken place there from and numbers had escalated in and , augmented by the arrest and persecution of masons and carpenters brought in to build huts for the dispossessed tenants.

The police were ashamed to show their usual methods in presence of their English visitors cheers. They were on their best behaviour when they came in contact with English people. Once the English democracy knows, and it does know it now, the wrongs that have been inflicted in its name on the people of this country, its indignation is aroused, and they say they will not allow Ireland any longer to continue to suffer in this way cheers. Three or four English names, however, sufficed to evaporate their valour ….

The police came without their rifles. They made no demonstration. You have often asked me, but I felt I could not tell even you, though you are always so good and patient with me. But now the approach of death seems to render everything easy.

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To every one, I believe, the opportunity presents itself once, and if neglected never returns again; but we never profit by the experience of others. The price of that experience is often heavy, but cost what it may, we must buy it each one for himself. Now, you know why, when they told me I was dying, I insisted on coming here; it was not, as they thought, that I clung to the hope that the waters would cure me. God knows I do not want to live! But I longed to see once again the place where I had been happy. It was so beautiful and peaceful then; now there are more hotels than cottages.

There is the Casino, the theatre, the band, the usual noisy, chattering crowd; but the quiet restfulness of the place is gone. Poor George! It has not been all his fault, that from a gay, thoughtless boy he has grown into the hard materialist he is now; the society of a fretful invalid, like myself, must have been very trying; but, at least, he has consoled himself, and now, while I am dying, he is away in Norway fishing.

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There, see how unjust I am! He does not even know that I am very ill. I would not have him told; I wanted to have the last few days alone, at rest. His voice is so loud it jars me, and I could not bear to see him here. My aunt urged me to accept him. She did not hesitate even to tell me what a burden I was to her.

I was anxious to escape from the dependent position I was in. I even persuaded myself I loved George. Poor fool! What does any girl know of it?

Our wedding was fixed for the summer, but I was always delicate, and long before the end of the season I became so ill that the doctor said I must leave London at once, and recommended the waters and the mountain air of Vernay. George had just received orders to return to his regiment, which at that time was stationed in Scotland, and my aunt could not leave her family, so it was decided that I was to go to Vernay alone under the care of my old nurse.

George, noisily fussy and anxious about me, sending porters in every direction to fetch me things I did not want; suddenly he rushed off, and after a few minutes returned, accompanied by a tall, dark man, whom he introduced to me as an old school friend, who by a lucky chance he had just caught sight of; he was starting for a sketching tour in the Auvergne, and at once promised to look after me on the journey, and see me comfortably settled at Vernay.

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At first, I was so weak that I took but a languid interest in all that went on, only I knew that I was perfectly happy; happier than I had ever been before. Day by day I got stronger; Langton was always with me, he was so kind, so gentle. We used to sit for hours under the trees, here, where we are sitting now; only then it was a tangled little wood, instead of this trim garden, with its artificial rockeries and sham waterfalls.

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He used to read his favourite poems to me, with that musical voice of his. It was he who first taught me to care for literature.

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Or we would take long drives together through the yellow cornfields, or higher still where the road would wind among rugged cliffs and rocks thrown up in strange fantastic shapes by some old volcanic disturbance. The scene was, indeed, wonderful; miles and miles of country stretched around us without a single habitation in sight. In the far east a faint haze hung over the Jura mountains; over the whole the cloudless blue of the sky and the glorious afternoon sunshine. With a little sob, I stretched out my hands to him; he held them tightly for a moment, his face was very pale, then he turned abruptly, and we went down the hill path together.

He went to India, and I married George. Last year I heard of his death. Now, darling, you understand why I am so happy to be dying, for I know that we shall meet. Death is less cruel than life! If you would like to find out if any further information has been discovered that may help your own research, why not write to the author at john. Apart from anything else, feedback is always welcomed. National Library of Ireland, call mark Ir 05 W5. The story is words long. Zincography was a process of producing images on zinc plates coated with gallic and phosphoric acid. She contributed poems and stories to a wide range of Irish, British and American periodicals.

Rose Kavanagh — published numerous poems and stories in the Irish Monthly and other Irish and American periodicals. Rosa Mulholland — , daughter of a Belfast doctor, spent a good deal of her early life in the west of Ireland. Charles Dickens encouraged her early attempts at writing and she contributed to his Household Words and All the Year Round as well as numerous Irish publications. Although she wrote some poetry, she is more noted as a prolific novelist and short-story writer; and like Tynan and Kavanagh, her work is Catholic and national in sentiment. In she married John T. Gilbert — , who founded the Dublin Public Record Office and was knighted in In he was posted to London to cover debates in the House of Commons and in was poached by The Times to become its parliamentary correspondent, remaining with the paper until Besides filing reports on politics, he also wrote stories and articles on history and literature.

His Irish Songs and Poems was published in Dublin in She was wonderfully tall and beautiful. We stayed talking until 1. My head was spinning with her beauty!! Hannah Lynch — , novelist and member of the Ladies Land League, wrote novels and stories based on the Fenian movement. She lived for a large part of her life on the Continent and died in Paris. James B. Glynn Murphy — was born in Co. Carlow and became a schoolmaster. He published a great number of action-packed historical stories and novels, most of which went into several editions.

Eugene Davis — , journalist and poet, was born in Clonakilty, Co. Cork, and educated by his father, a distinguished teacher of Classics. After leaving the seminary, he wrote for the Irishman before joining the Paris office of United Ireland , from which he edited an underground version of the paper when it was suppressed in Ireland in December In he published A Vision of Ireland and Other Poems , but following the amalgamation of the Nation with the Irish Catholic in July , he emigrated to America, where he joined the Boston Pilot , married a wealthy widow, and died prematurely in Brooklyn at the age of forty.

David Sheehy — , parliamentarian and writer, was born in Co. He joined the IRB and was the Parnellite candidate for Galway South from to , during which time he emerged as an energetic adherent of the agrarian Plan of Campaign. He was M. William Patrick Ryan — , journalist and novelist, was born in Co.

Tipperary, but emigrated to London in and became a journalist. After falling foul of the Catholic hierarchy in while editing the Irish Peasant , he returned to London in to join the Daily Herald , remaining on its staff until his death. In the November of that year The Candidate , the first of his many plays, was a smash hit in London. In he was again elected as an Irish MP, this time for Newry, and he combined his parliamentary career with the composition of numerous stories, novels, translations, and a substantial historical study, Ireland since the Union As well as contributing to the Sketch Book series at this time, he also wrote extensively for the Parnellite weekly United Ireland , and he was the last of the seceding nationalist MPs to abandon Parnell during the schism in the Party in early December He did not stand again for Parliament, but moved to London where he churned out a rapid succession of historical novels and where his historical plays achieved great popular success.

He was born in Portugal into a family of wealthy importers of port wine and in due course became head of the firm in London.

doubvinincori.ml Its extinct volcanoes, rivers, and forests would have provided Langton with striking vistas for his landscape drawing, while its restorative hot springs made it attractive to invalids like Iseulte. Pilcher married Kathleen Gonne in December of that year but they divorced in and two years later he married Mrs j. Millicent Knight-Bruce in Bombay. By that time he was a successful career soldier, having distinguished himself in the South African War and being advanced in to the rank of Major General.