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JET. 44]                  STAUTIXa  Hilt rOHK                        2ť7
I folt inysolf being crushed and wedged forward. With or without leave, I wan being swept onto tho platform, and, turning to BOO who \vas pushing or being pushed against ino in tho gangway, 1 found to my amaxtnmmt that tho foreinont in tho throng was Parnell himself. My look of angry remonstrance wan doubtless noon turned, as I mot his inscrutable ga/.o, into one of curious awe. The crowd at tin*, station wan now immense, and the spirit of ** I don't care what I do ft which led me up to tho room in Lower Abbey Street seemed to inspire everybody. People rushed about inaclly on the platform, socking for ovary point of vantage to look at tho Chief, Ladies got out of tho first-class carriages of the train, which wan waiting to start, and mingled in tho throng. Parnell had entered a saloon carriage; tho crowd cheered again and again, calling his name, He stood at tho carriage window, looking pule, weary, wistful, and bowed graciously to the enthusiastic crowd, Many of those present endorsed the? wonts of n young lady who exclaimed, addressing an elderly aristocrat wrapped iu furs: " Oh, fathor, haiw't ho a lovoly fuce ! " Tho
disappeared from tho window,   Tho ciuwrx roso tip, and thou died away a& tho train              from
our night.1
Parnoll arrived in Cork that ovonhig, and rocttivod a hoarty wolcomo from hiŤ conHtituontN, whom ho addroHHotl in a stirring spetich, tlio koynoto of which was * No English dictation/ Throughout tho clay his was full of fight, and born himself bravely; but whim night camo on ho Hhowed manifest            cjf futigttt*,
illness, worry, and distrenn.
Says Ins old friend Mr. Horgan :
* I romonil>or ltiŤ visit to Cork aftor tho fight in (.Vm-inittoo Boom 115, I          him in tlio Victoria HotelIIH, had tuitctnuling for tltct opinion tif tin*an umlorfctand what ft