Thomas MacDonagh's last book, both in the matter, that is in the aspects of the subject discussed, and the curiously painstaking method of discussion, due, I believe, to the fact that they were dealing with what was to them an exact science for which they had no exact terms.
Their spoken criticism also had the same characteristics—both of them as quick to construct as to destroy, to praise as to blame, not sparing in either, though Thomas MacDonagh was the more severe of the two. ········ There are a few verses which, while out of place in the text I do not care to omit, and there is one ballad, better than either of these which follow, that it is perhaps too soon to publish. The "Ballad of the Foot and Mouth" is an extremely good imitation of the old topical ballad, with all its beautiful badnesses. It is sung to "The Groves of Blarney."
