Col. Brase has been in Cork this week, and has done nothing but talk about himself. There’s a certain naiveté about him, and he can be very charming, despite his Prussian ruthlessness.
To-day a tenor from London, Mr. Collison, who is singing at the Cork station to-night, came for tea. He is a charming fellow, a real Bohemian, with black slouch hat and large green coat, just as though fresh from the Latin quarter in Paris. He sang very beautifully. Had a great time up at the Station, which is the old Women’s Gaol, inspecting the different control rooms, watching the bats flying around the cells, and listening in with loud speakers [headphones?]. Then came Páp’s choir. They sang ‘Tenebrae factae sunt’, ‘Ave Crux’, Allegri’s ‘Miserere’ and ‘Jubilate deo’ simply gloriously, and it came out splendidly. Everyone was delighted and he got telegrams of congratulations. Home at 12.
Now for study. No more outings till after exams.
