Every Day In The Year There Comes

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.

There Is No Sin Coveting Things Are Of No Great Use Or Profit, But Would Show Out Good And Have Some Grandeur Around Them.

In Writing A Little Tragedy, 'the Gaol Gate,' I Made The Scenario In Three Lines, 'he Is An Informer; He Is Dead; He Is Hanged.' I Wrote That Play Very Quickly.

Irish History Having Been Forbidden In Schools, Has Been, To A Great Extent, Learned From Raftery's Poems By The People Of Mayo, Where He Was Born, And Of Galway, Where He Spent His Later Years.

It Is What The Poets Of Ireland Used To Be Saying, That Every Brave Man, Good At Fighting, And Every Man That Could Do Great Deeds And Not Be Making Much Talk About Them, Was Of The Sons Of The Gael; And That Every Skilled Man That Had Music And That Did Enchantments Secretly, Was Of The Tuatha De Danaan.