800 CHARLES STEWART PARNKLL [1800
other two to como to Kilkenny to help Scully, and all three work together like niggers.'
I arrived at Kilkenny on Saturday evening, the, Kith December. The Parnellitos had practically taken possession of the Victoria Hotel. One room wan given up to the Press. Almost all the rest of the hotel was held by the supporters of the Chief. I found the large coffee-room upstairs full of men. Some were at the table, dining, others wore seated on tho loungo, more stood in clusters around. 1 was struck by tho silence which prevailed. All spoke in whispers ; waiters Htolo softly in and out. Every individual seemed anxious to make no noise. It was like the stillness of a Hick-room. In a sense it was a sick-room. Stretched on a number of chairs before the fire lay Parnell, sleeping. To me he looked like a dying man. ' He's been very ill/ said Mr. J. J, O'Kelly, the one personal friend whom Parnell had in the whole party—the one man to whom he freely opened his mind, when, indeed, he opened it at all. 'He's been very ill, and we want to got him to bed. A good night's rest would set him up/ I dined in tho Press room. About half an hour afterwards someone came to say that Parnell wisliod to sou me. I found him sitting in an arm-chair, lie looked pale and exhausted, but the old fire still burned in bin eyus. * I am glad you have come,' he said. I asked : * How does the fight go on ? ' lie replied : * They have got at tho miners in Castlecoiner ; Davitt did that; they wore first in the field/ ' Upon the whole, are you hopeful Vf I again asked. ' Yes/ he answered, * but remember this is only the first battle of the campaign. If tho priests were on your side/ I said, 'you would sweep the country from end to end/ * Yes/ he said, * it is the priests/ Then, looking into the fire, he added:tltct opinion tif tin*an umlorfctand what ft