wretched way?

_Finn_. You are not judging him right. You are distracted with the
weight of your loss.

_Grania_. Does any man at all speak lies at the very brink of
death, or hold any secret in his heart? It was at that time he had
done with deceit, and he showed where his thought was, and had no
word at all for me that had left the whole world for his sake, and
that went wearing out my youth, pushing here and there as far as
the course of the stars of Heaven. And my thousand curses upon
death not to have taken him at daybreak, and I believing his words!
It is then I would have waked him well and would have cried my
seven generations after him! And I have lost all on this side of
the world, losing that trust and faith I had, and finding him to
think of me no more than of a flock of stars would cast their
shadow on his path. And I to die with this scald upon my heart; it
is hard thistles would spring up out of my grave.

I have spoken of Lady Gregory as translator, as collector of folk-lore,
as essayist, and as dramatist; but there is another role in which she
has brought no less advantage to the Celtic Renaissance, though it is a
role that has not brought her, as have these other, the joys of
recapturing or of creating beautiful things. Always objective, though
never wholly able to subordinate personality, however near she may have
come to effacing it in her plays, Lady Gregory has in this role
considered herself solely as an agent in the service of Irish letters.
The Irishman is naturally a pamphleteer, and Mr. Yeats, poet of the
Other World though he be, can give as good blows in controversy as Mr.
George Moore. Almost all who have part in the Renaissance have skill in
the art of publicity. They have needed no publicists to fight their
battles as the Pre-Raphaelites needed Ruskin. Still, in some measure in
the way of publicity, and in large measure in other ways, Lady Gregory
has been to the Celtic Renaissance what Ruskin was to that last
renaissance of wonder. She has edited pamphlets on things national and
artistic in Ireland, she has helped Dr. Hyde and Mr. Yeats in their
collecting of folk-lore and to a deeper knowledge of the people; she has
been one of the forces that have made possible the Abbey Theatre, giving
to it her power of organization as well as plays and patronage. More
than this, she has welcomed to Coole Park many a work