he No Landlord cry. The land was stolen from the
people, and the people carefully remember the fact. You hear
Nationalists speaking ill of the Irish members. The members have done
well for us. They have done grandly. Fourscore Irishmen have conquered
the British Empire, and without firing a shot. That after all beats
the record of the Boers, but they got complete independence. We are
not yet there; but it will come, it will come."

An equally intelligent Unionist, who bore a Scottish name,
said:--"Does it suit England to throw us overboard? Because that means
the giving up of the country. You can't hold Ireland without a friend
in it. Twice the Protestant population have saved it for you. Its
geographical position forbids you to give it up. That would ruin you
at once. And yet immediate separation would be far better than a
wasting agitation. Better plunge over a precipice than be bled to
death. Better blow out your brains than be roasted at a slow fire.
England is being kicked to death by spiders. And all in the interests
of Rome. If the people here had any opinions I would not say a word
against anything they might do, but they have none at all. They show
their teeth because they are told to do so. All the disturbances which
disgrace the country are excited by the priests, who pretend to
disapprove of them, but who secretly approve. For the priests have the
people thoroughly in hand, and whatever they really disapprove they
can stop in one moment.

"There is an organised clerical conspiracy to resist the law and to
keep the agitation on foot, with the object of obtaining a complete
Catholic ascendency. They bleed the poor people to death with their
exactions, and the number of new buildings they have lately erected in
Ireland almost exceeds belief. We have a splendid new Romanist Church
in this little place. Well may the people say they can't pay rent.
When Cardinal Logue's father died there was a collection for the
general Church which realised more than eight hundred pounds. When a
priest dies or when a priest's relative dies there is always a
collection for the cause. Eight hundred pounds out of the starving
peasantry of Donegal, for whose relief the English are always
collecting money! Cardinal Logue's father was Lord Leitrim's coachman,
and was on the spot when my lord was shot. The horse fell lame at the
right moment. Curious coincidence--very. This Home Rule farce is
growing rather stale. Cannot the English s