by John F. Taylor at the college historical society. Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, the present lord justice of appeal, had spoken and the paper under debate was an essay (new for those days), advocating the revival of the Irish tongue.
He turned towards Myles Crawford and said:
―You know Gerald Fitzgibbon. Then you can imagine the style of his discourse.
―He is sitting withim T Healy, J. J. O’Molloy said, rumour has it, on the Trinity college estates commission.
―He is sitting with a sweet thing in a child’s frock, Myles Crawford said. Go on. Well?
―It was the speech, mark you, the professor said, of a finished orator, full of courteous haughtiness and pouring in chastened diction, I will not say the vials of his wrath but pouring the proud man’s contumely upon the new movement. It was then a new movement. We were weak, therefore worthless.