Some quarter of an  on to Ricion. rait, a litein, lepiece among portraits of otanding, but, because doubtless of ing ly suggested object??a table or a aceadily fixed upon some object, in complete confidence and self?possession, and yet as in ly as I remember raits and too sly as I remember  one appearance and t seen fully at t glance and by all alike.  o say, like one of Sers??and yet pressed and pummelled, as it o a single attitude, almost into a gesture and a speecuation. I disagreed  everyt I admired ion of some early poems founded upon old Frencry, mainly because e Vers Libre, yndall and ien?Lepages cloaring  eyes at  boots; and filled it ion of an al ed. I ed trongest passions, passions t o do ion, and metrical forms t seemed old enougo be sung by men ism affected ed by a cat in t our first meeting  political interests or convictions, o a violent unionist and imperialist. I used to say or ; yet  so   t  actor of passion??cer?acting meant noto me for many years??and an actor of passion y of soul, personified again and again, just as a great poetical painter, titian, Botticelli, Rossetti may depend for ness upon a type of beauty wly we call by his name.

    Irving, t of t on tage, and in modern England and France it is t sort, never moved me but in tellectual pride; and t once, I am convinced t y. iculate??I am very costive,  up an image of poy till it became, at moments,  sougo bring life to tic crisis, and expression to t point of artifice s tongue. it opponents tism, for ion, s.

    play a ,  find beyond t, s o me in t of ell t t t go on. t fit for self?government but t is nonsense. It is as fit as any otry but  grant it.

    And to found and edit a Dublin ne ories, our modern literature??everyt did not demand any sc. yranny but it  of Cosimo de Medici.