In that day his trusted ally, William Hohenzollern, was to batter our ships and boats from the Bight of Heligoland; and in that day his old and once-imprisoned enemy, John Redmond, was to rise in the hour of English jeopardy, and be thanked in thunder for the free offer of the Irish sword.

All that Robert Cecil thought valueless has been our loss, and all that he thought feeble our stay.

Among those of his political class or creed who accepted and welcomed the Irish leader's alliance, there were some who knew the real past relations between England and Ireland, and some who first felt them in that hour.

All knew that England could no longer be a mere mistress; many knew that she was now in some sense a suppliant.

Some knew that she deserved to be a suppliant.