outside the viceregal lodge, imagine!

―They’re only in the hook and eye department, Myles Crawford said.

Psha! Press and the bar! Where have you a man now at the bar like those fellows, like Whiteside, like Isaac Butt, like silvertongued O’Hagan? Eh? Ah, bloody nonsense! Only in the halfpenny place!

His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.

Would anyone wish that mouth for her kiss?

How do you know?

Why did you write it then?

Rhymes and Reasons

Mouth, south. Is the mouth south someway? Or the south a mouth? Must be some. South, pout, out, shout, drouth.

Rhymes: * two men dressed the same, looking the same, two by two.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . la tua pace . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . che parlar ti piace . . . . mentreche il vento, come fa, si tace.

He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in green, in rose, in russet, entwining, per l’aer perso in mauve, in purple, quella pacifica oriafiamma , in gold of