Redmond, a born artist in words, possessing strongly the sense of form, was sensitive to beauty in all kinds--yet rather to the beauty that is symmetrical, graceful and well-planned.

A sailor does not love the sea for its beauty, and Redmond loved Ireland as a sailor loves the sea--yet with a difference.

Ireland to him in a great measure was Aughavanagh, and Aughavanagh was a place of rest.

Ireland is a good country to rest in.
But it would have been far better for Redmond and for Ireland if Ireland had been the place not of his rest, but of his work.
His work was essentially that of an agent of Ireland carrying on Ireland's affairs in a strange capital.

He spent more of his time in London than in Ireland, but he was never part of the life of London, never in any sense a Londoner.