By many a sign from Thames to Tyne,
    From Holyhead to Dover,
  The eye may trace the deathless race
    Our gallant land sent over. 
  Midst beech and oak, midst flame and smoke. 
    Up springs the cross-tipped steeple
  That, far and wide, tells where abide
    The faithful Irish people.

  CHORUS:—­Over here in England, &c.

  And this I say—­on any day
   That help of theirs is needed,
  Dear Ireland’s call will never fall
   On their true hearts unheeded
  They’ll plainly show to friend and foe. 
   If e’er the need arises
  Her arm is long, and stout and strong,
   To work some strange surprises!

  CHORUS:—­Over here in England, &c.

It will be remembered that T.D. never allowed himself to be bound by conventionalities.  There was always a refreshing thoroughness and heartiness in what he did.  For instance, when he was Lord Mayor of Dublin, he on one occasion “opened” a public bath by stripping and swimming round it—­the Town Clerk and other officials following his example.

I have mentioned the good work done in Liverpool by Father Nugent, and that I had the pleasure of co-operating with him in some of his undertakings.

At the time of the Home Rule movement connected with the name of Isaac Butt, and for some years previously, I had been brought into still closer contact with him, first, as secretary of his refuge for destitute and homeless boys, and then as manager and acting editor of the “Northern Press and Catholic Times,” after that paper had come into his hands.  I also assisted him in the temperance movement which he started in Liverpool.

When Father Nugent asked me to take charge of the “Catholic Times,” I entered upon the work literally single-handed, like some of the editors we read of a generation or so ago in the Western States of America; for, when he left me for a nine months’ tour in the States, I constituted in my own person the whole staff.  We afterwards had some able men on the paper.  Among these was John McArdle, who left us, as I have said, to join the “Nation.”  He became later a well-known dramatic author, his chief works being burlesques and pantomimes.  We also had James Lysaght Finigan, of whom I speak elsewhere.

While Father Nugent was in America, we used to get great help from a fine old Jesuit priest and good Irish Nationalist, Father James McSwiney, then of St. Francis Xavier’s, Liverpool.  He was never happier than when smoking his short pipe by the fire in our inner office.  With his help we created a much admired feature in the “Catholic Times” in our “Answers to Correspondents.”  With the view of drawing on real enquiries, he used to concoct and then answer questions on points of doctrine, etc.  Some people were astonished at the profound knowledge—­and others at what they considered “the impudence”—­displayed by Jack McArdle and John Denvir in answering any theological posers that might be put to us, never dreaming we had behind us one of the ablest theologians of the Jesuit order.