THE FINAL WORD.
"We're come," said the chairman of a political committee in south Ireland, "to a9k you to'take this nomination.' The city needs a man like you—strong, brave, selfreliant, owningl no master, fearing no man " The great man was visibly touched. "I'll not deny," ho said, "that your kind words havo shaken my resolution. I trust that, if elected, I may justify your confidence, and prove'that I am, indeed, strong, brave, self-reliant; that I own no master and fear no man. Suppose you wait a minute till I see if my wife will let me accept.".
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Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 89, 14 April 1917, Page 16
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