Our Irish Theatre: A Chapter of Autobiography

Our Irish Theatre: A Chapter of Autobiography

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Our Irish Theatre: A Chapter of Autobiography

Our Irish Theatre: A Chapter of Autobiography

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To Richard Gregory.--Little Grandson: When I go into the garden in the morning to find you a nectarine or tell you the names of flowers, Catalpa, Lovelies-bleeding, Balsam, Phlox, you ask me why I cannot stay but must go back to the house, and when I say it is to write letters, you ask, "What for?" And when winter comes, you will ask me why I must go away over the sea instead of waiting for your Christmas stocking and your tree .

The other day I was sitting outside the door, where the sweet-peas grow, with an old man, and when you came and called me he got up to go away, and as he wished me good-bye, he said: "They were telling me you are going to America, and says I, 'Whatever the Lady does, I am certain she is doing nothing but . . .

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