How sincere and deep was the public grief, no pen can ever tell.

In the mourning procession that followed his hearse there was no parade of woe, but every eye was wet and every tongue silent.

If ever sorrow was too deep for utterance, it was that which settled above the early grave of Thomas Davis.
During the summer, no effort of the Association rose above the hacknied level of the usual weekly meetings and the repetition of the same stale grievances, except a gathering of Tipperary at Thurles, which took place on the 23rd of September.

This was the largest of the monster meetings: but, although the crowd was enormous and the shouting loud, it seemed without purpose or heart.

During the preparations for that meeting I had to encounter difficulties of the most extraordinary kind.