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New Zealand Tablet, Volume X, Issue 514, 16 February 1883, Page 9

I was particularly desirous to meet Michael Davitt. It was only after his second liberation that I had the pleasure of doing so. About a dozen of ns were one day consulting about a certain matter. The door was opened. An armless sleeve was the first thing I saw through the opening door. I knew it was Davitt. He is a man of light, middle build— probably of 11 stone weight. To one who knew of his world-wide fame he was striking in being no way striking. Did you not know it was Davitt, you would say that it was some ordinary individual. He sat at a heap of paper, and his left hand flew along across the paper, quicker you would think than any man's right hand could. He wears black whiskers and moustache. His head is beginning to be a little bald. His face.is sallow and fleshless. His teeth show white and full when he is speaking. He's as active as a cat, and seems always in good temper. But walking along he has the appearance of a man continually thinking.—" Ego," in Dwndalk Democrat.