Had some traditional singing from Father O’Flynn. The first air he sang for us was one played by harpers as they led the clans to battle. He imitated the twang of the harp-strings very well, and the air would rouse anyone to battle-fury. We were all marching along the corridors humming it after class. These traditional airs give a real insight into Irish life as it was before it was spoiled by the coming of the English, and only then when you appreciate these airs, can you understand the wild beauty of the old Irish lives. Father O’Flynn has a lovely Doge sedan and he is kind enough to let his chauffeur drive me and another day-boy named Groeger home, so every Wednesday we have a fine spin. Father MacSwiney was to finish his lecture on ‘Glimpses of art and life in Poland’ to-day, but unfortunately he couldn’t come, and it had to be postponed. Worked for some time at my Japanese stamps this evening.
