Heart Of My Heart, Were It More,

An Irishman Needs Three Things : Silence, Cunnning, And Exile.

My Heart Is Quite Calm Now. I Will Go Back.

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.

Our Civilization, Bequeathed To Us By Fierce Adventurers, Eaters Of Meat And Hunters, Is So Full Of Hurry And Combat, So Busy About Many Things Which Perhaps Are Of No Importance, That It Cannot But See Something Feeble In A Civilization Which Smiles As It Refuses To Make The Battlefield The Test Of Excellence.

First, In The History Of Words There Is Much That Indicates The History Of Men, And In Comparing The Speech Of To-day With That Ofyears Ago, We Have A Useful Illustration Of The Effect Of External Influences On The Very Words Of A Race.