It was the death of Parhat vinced me that the moment had e for work in Ireland, for I khat for a time the imagination of young men would turn from politics. There was a little Irish patriotic society of young people, clerks, shop?boys, shop?girls, and the like, called the Southwark Irish Literary Society. It had ceased to meet because each member of the ittee had lectured so many times that the girls got the giggles whenever he stood up. I ihe ittee to my fathers house at Bedford Park and there proposed a new anisation. After a few months spent in founding, with the help of T. W. Rolleston, who came to that first meeting and had a knowledge of ittee work I lacked, the Irish Literary Society, which soon included every London Irish author and journalist, I went to Dublin and fouhere a similar society.
W. B. Yeats.