Every Trick Is An Old One, But

In The Whole Course Of Our Work At The Theatre We Have Been, I May Say, Drenched With Advice By Friendly People Who For Years Gave Us The Reasons Why We Did Not Succeed... All Their Advice, Or At Least Some Of It, Might Have Been Good If We Had Wanted To Make Money, To Make A Common Place Of Amusement.

I'll Take No Charity! What I Get I'll Earn By Taking It. I Would Feel No Pleasure It Being Given To Me, Any More Than A Huntsman Would Take Pleasure Being Made A Present Of A Dead Fox, In Place Of Getting A Run Across Country After It.

I Hold That The Beginning Of Modern Irish Drama Was In The Winter Of 1898, At A School Feast At Coole, When Douglas Hyde And Miss Norma Borthwick Acted In Irish In A Punch And Judy Show; And The Delighted Children Went Back To Tell Their Parents What Grand Curses 'an Craoibhin' Had Put On The Baby And The Policeman.

Once In My Childhood I Had Been Eager To Learn Irish; I Thought To Get Leave To Take Lessons From An Old Scripture-reader Who Spent A Part Of His Time In The Parish Of Killinane, Teaching Such Scholars As He Could Find To Read Their Own Language In The Hope That They Might Turn To The Only Book Then Being Printed In Irish, The Bible.

It Was Among Farmers And Potato Diggers And Old Men In Workhouses And Beggars At My Own Door That I Found What Was Beyond These And Yet Farther Beyond That Drawingroom Poet Of My Childhood In The Expression Of Love, And Grief, And The Pain Of Parting, That Are The Disclosure Of The Individual Soul.