Recollections . gry wig for somegross contempt of his Scroggs-like performancesat the Bloody Assize, or how many seditiouslibels or civil libels might be wrapped up in our 478 WILLIAM OBRIEN chap, xix retort upon some almighty police despot. Oftenenough, indeed, before the day was done, therearrived the warrant or the solicitors letter antici-pated. If the prospect or the event never preventedme from sleeping a dreamless sleep, far into theday, on the top corridor of the Impayrial, the factmust not be counted unto me for bravery. Therecklessness which was my safety at the Castle wasalso the se
Recollections . gry wig for somegross contempt of his Scroggs-like performancesat the Bloody Assize, or how many seditiouslibels or civil libels might be wrapped up in our 478 WILLIAM OBRIEN chap, xix retort upon some almighty police despot. Oftenenough, indeed, before the day was done, therearrived the warrant or the solicitors letter antici-pated. If the prospect or the event never preventedme from sleeping a dreamless sleep, far into theday, on the top corridor of the Impayrial, the factmust not be counted unto me for bravery. Therecklessness which was my safety at the Castle wasalso the secret of my power to sleep untroubled inthe midst of anxieties which cannot now at eventhis distance of time be recalled without a was even an element of gaiety in the dangerfor a lonely man, oppressed with the sorrow and theinjustices of life, who suddenly found himself in therush of a noble battle for the poor and weak, whereto fall seemed the easiest of duties, if not, indeed,the best of CHAPTER XX THE MALLOW ELECTION1882-1883 In the early summer of 1882 it got noised abroadthat the Attorney-General, Mr. Johnson—a just butdull man, who never loved the House of Commonsor was loved of it—was about to vacate his seat forMallow for a Judgeship. To my stupefaction, I gota letter from Parnell pressing me to stand againstthe Law Adviser to the Castle, Mr. Naish, who wasto be the official candidate for the vacant is the only word I can find todescribe my mingled feelings of confusion andrepulsion. If the honour were to be presented tome on a silver salver, I am quite sure I shouldhave instinctively turned from it with a had never once occurred to me that my tonguecould be other than a halting and stumbling instru-ment of affliction to myself and others. On theonly occasion when I had addressed half-a-dozenconnected sentences to a crowd (in the compulsiveardour of the Mitchel struggle long ago in Tip- 479 48o WILLIAM OBRIEN chap
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