“ I acknowledge that it gives me a pang of sorrow to see the language of the bards and brehons, of the Saints and Sages, the language of Rory O'More, of Patrick Sarsfield, and Owen Roe O'Neill, the best men that Ireland ever produced, kicked contemptuously aside, crawling away, as it were, with a broken leg to die, like a hunted dog in a ditch, a vile and lingering death. ”
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