The Briton and the Celt are still struggling for the precedence in the Irishman's breast; but it is not a war of extermination.

His ardent nature is given to martial memories, and all the battles he boasts of are British battles, in which he or his father played the hero number one.

The history of independent Ireland is poor and thin; still he holds it back in his heart, and hesitates to link it with the great annals of the "Saxon" realm, and thus make of both one grand and glorious record, present and future.

He cannot yet make up his mind to say _We_ with all the other English-speaking millions of the empire, as the Scotsman and Welshman have learned and loved to say it.

He cannot as yet say _Our_ with them with such a sentiment of joint- interest, when the histories, hopes, expansion and capacities of that empire unroll their vista before him.