Eight years later he notes the first symptom of what was doubtless a
growing infirmity. About a fortnight after his father's death he spent
the evening in Dublin with some old friends, and sang a good deal for
them.--"In singing 'There's a song of the Olden Time,' the feeling which
I had so long suppressed" (for he had been active in endeavouring to
keep up his mother's spirits) "broke out; I was obliged to leave the
room, and continued sobbing hysterically on the stairs for several
minutes." From this onward, the same proclivity manifested itself at
intervals with growing vehemence. After any stress of emotion, the
plangent quality of his own voice in singing tended to produce one of
these outbursts, when it seemed as if his chest must burst under the
strain. Yet he always fought against the weakness, and notes more than
once how, after a sudden collapse of this kind, he made an effort, and
returned to the piano, laughing at himself, while he rattled off gay
songs.
But the wrench which of all others seems to have done most to shatter
him, came not long after this first breakdown (which dates from the end
of 1826, his forty-seventh year); and it found a man strangely altered
from what he had been ten or twelve years earlier. His eldest girl's
death had left the second, Anastasia, to inherit a double share of
affection, and her chronic delicacy kept her parents continually
anxious. At last the beginning of the end came early in 1829, just at
the moment when Moore was receiving news that Catholic emancipation was
a certainty. "Could I ever have thought," he writes, "that such an event
would, under any circumstances, find me indifferent to it? Yet such is
almost the case at present." Even when he wrote this, he did not realise
the worst; the truth was not forced on him till his wife had been
"wasting away on the knowledge of it" for three weeks. We have his
detailed account of the last fortnight, during which the parents could
do nothing but make their child's last days as happy as they
could--spending the evenings together with the girl, playing little
games, reading aloud and so forth. His description of the end must be
quoted:--
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