4th Sunday of Holy Communion. A sunny fresh Sunday always inspires me with new life. I long to be out in the country, where the pure wind is blowing, with the scent of the grass and the sods, and with the daffodils, ‘with the green world they live in’. – Practised piano and violin to-day, which were irregular lately, on account of concert and hurley-practices. After dinner went to Rathcooney graveyard, and looked at tombs and vaults. Not so interesting as expected. Invigorating air, however. Read out there ‘The Sword Hand of Napoleon’, a striking historical novel, lent [to] the history class by Dr. Scannell, as it gives a good description of the period we are doing. Went to Mr. Corkery, and had a chat about the old graveyards of Cork, and other historical places. Could hear no music, as there was a death nearby. Had a discussion about a Republic or a monarchy for Germany. I am an ardent monarchist, he a republican. Joe Mangan called in about 9.30 and we discussed games and Irish games.
