Could not go to the practice of the Choral Society as I had to do some messages in town for Mammie’s concert. Every second shop in town has her window-card in the front. It is really a shame that after such a splendid and successful concert as the last one in the Opera House there should be such a slump in the Choral Society. The rotten criticism in the paper evidently affected it, for most people thought that it must not have been at all good if even the ‘Examiner’ could not praise it, the Lord save us! With jealousies on account of solos and places in the choir, a quarter of the members have left, and it is very depressing. Went to the doctor again to be injected. My cold is still bad. Wrote a letter to Mr. Scully, a painter who lived in Cork before, and was a great friend of ours. ((Harry Scully (1863-1935) was a Cork painter who studied in the Cork School of Art, London and on the continent. He taught in the Crawford School of Art, became a member of the Royal Hibernian Academy, exhibited there and in London. He studied the piano with Tilly Fleischmann. He left Cork when martial law was declared to live in England. He died after a traffic accident.)) He is now gone to England, and we miss him terribly. He was almost the last of the good old class in Cork.
