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Of the nation's symbols the most augustis her language, and it is a measure of Ireland's degradation that shecan endure to see her language derided by a Mr. Justice Boyd and thatshe can discuss the propriety of selling it for £10,000 a year to a Mr.Secretary Birrell. Ireland has lost the sense of shame. Her innersanctities are no longer sacred to her. Keating (whom I take to be thegreatest of Irish Nationalist poets) used a terrific phrase of theIreland of his day: he called her the harlot of England. Yet Keating'sIreland was the magnificent Ireland in which Rory O'More planned andOwenRoe battled. What would he say of this Ireland? His phrase ifused to-day would no longer be a terrible metaphor, but would be a moreterrible truth; a truth literal and exact. For is not Ireland's bodygiven up to the pleasure of another, and is not Ireland's honour forsale in the market- places.
Of the doings of men only rumours reach me in this solitude. I haveheard faint echoes of laughter at Galway, and am pleased to think thatthe Gael has not entirely lost his sense ofhumour: a catastrophe which I had feared, for Dr. Hyde had been talkingabout his aunt's will and Mr. Griffith had been advising Dr. Hyde as tohow to conduct a movement to success. The Irish-speaking crowd surgingaround the brake in Galway square recalls one to the realities of themovement, and to the field that is lying fallow. I want a missionary, aherald, an Irish-speaking John the Baptist, one who would go throughthe Irish West and speak trumpet-toned of nationality to the people inthe villages. I would not have him speak of Gaelic Leagues, or of Feesfor Irish, or of Bilingual Programmes, or of Essential Irish inUniversities: I would have him speak of Tone and Mitchel and the Hawk of the Hill and of men dead or in exile for love of the Gael; all in Irish.In the meantime I welcome Eamonn Ceannt and Bean an Fhir Ruaidh.
In the third place, the young men of Ireland have been to school to theGaelic League. Herein it seems to me lies the fact which chieflydistinguishes this generation from the other revolutionary generationsof the last century and a half: from the Volunteer generation of 1778,from the United Irish generation of 1798, from the Young Irelandgeneration of 1848, from the Fenian generation of 1867. We have knownthe Gaelic League, and Lo, a clearness of vision has followed, lo, a purification of sight.I do not think we shall be as liable to make blunders, to pursue sideissues, to mistake shadows for substance, to overlook essentials, to neglect details on the one hand or to get lost in them on the other,as were previous generations of perhaps better men. It is not merely (orat all) that we have now a theory of nationality by which to correct ourinstinct: indeed, I doubt if a theory of nationality be a very greatgain, and plainly the instinct of the Fenian artisan was a finer thingthan the soundest theory of the Gaelic League professor. It is ratherthat we have got into a fuller communion with what is most racy in ourpast: our ancestors have spoken to us anew. In a deeper sense thanbefore we realise that Ireland is ours and that we are Ireland's. Ourcountry wears to us a new aspect, and yet she is her most ancient self.We are as men who, having wandered long through the devious ways of aforest, see again the familiar hills and fields bathed in the light ofheaven, ancient yet ever-new. And we rejoice in our hearts, and blessthe goodly sun. 2b1af7f3a8