LETTERS TO THE EDITOR.
AN IRISHMAN'S HOME.
[TO TRIM Bones or TIER " SPROTATOR."
SIR,—May one venture to hope that one of our dramatists, encouraged by the success of An Englishman's Home, may Produce a play setting forth life as it is at present iu many parts of Ireland P The daily incidents on Mrs. Ryan's farm at Craughwell, typical, as you tell us, of what is going on in that country, would at any rate prevent any tendency on the part of the action to "drag." One scene laid at her front door, guarded by five constables with loaded rifles, another showing Mrs. Ryan at the railway station being fired at, a third depicting the murder of the unfortunate constable and the hoisting of a black flag at his funeral, might possibly bring the reality as much home to us us we are told does the heroic struggle of Mr. Brown. The sight of some distressed and over-driven cattle, could they be introduced, might Perhaps also help us to " wake up,"—in short, could some such action be taken while there yet remain " loyalists" in that distressful country still maintaining their rights, who knows whether their fellow-subjects, the need for it being brought forcibly before them, might even in these days resolve that law and order are to be enforced? You tell us that An Englishman's Home is showing the British people that they are living in a fool's paradise. An Irishman's Farm, realistically staged, might demonstrate to them that their fellow-citizens aro living in hell. Whether they can be induced to fit themselves to defend their country at need or not, let them at first begin by insisting on the safeguarding of the lives and liberties of their fellow-countrymen.—I am,