From Twenty Years A'Growing by Maurice O'Sullivan
If you want praise die. If you want blame marry. 111
Bitter the tears that fall but more bitter the tears that fall not. 236
But listen here, ' said he with a gesture of his hand; 'if you want the history of America look at the yank who comes home; think of his appearance. Not a drop of blood in his body but he has left it beyond. Look at the girl who goes over with her fine comely face! When she comes home she is pale and the skin is furrowed on her brow. If you notice that, Maurice, you would never go to that place.' 237
