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THE FERRETS OF KILDARE
On the escape of the Irish Prisoners from the
Curragh Camp September 1921
Air Boys of Wexford.
Now all you lads an' lassies
Come listen to my song
Tis about some Irish Prisoners
I wont detain you long,
'Twas way down in the Curragh Camp
Most Truly I declare,
Right underground, they freedom found
The Ferrets of Kildare.
Chorus
'Twas way down in the Curragh Camp
Most truly I declare
Right underground they freedom found,
The Ferrets of Kildare.
Sure many days an' nights they worked
The tunnel to cut through,
No one complained or ever shirked
For there was work to do.
The secret It was guarded well
By each man working there,
An' victory crowned the labours
of The Ferrets of Kildare.
The Curragh Camp is in a stew,
No Prisoners could they find
The Major swore at everyone
An' said "now strike me blind,
Go make a search all through the camp
The fields, or anywhere,
An' see if anyone can find
The Ferrets of Kildare".
So high an' low they searched around
But it was all in vain,
The "Ferrets" have got safely through
And wont return again
Its hard to keep the Irish down
As England's well aware,
So here's a "Slainte Agut" to
The Ferret's of Kildare.
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THE SONG OF
The Legion of the Rear-Guard.
THE NEW RALLYING SONG OF THE REPUBLIC.
:: INSPIRED BY PRESIDENT DE VALERA
Written and Composed in Hare Park Camp by Jack O'Sheehan.
Sung by Miss Molly Foley.
(NOTE :-This song should be sung to good march time)
Lurid the morning with flame and shot and shell.
Now rally, Ireland, the sons who love you well.
Pledged they'll defend you though death or prison cell
Wait for the Soldiers of the Rear-Guard.
Up the Republic ! They raise their battle cry.
Pearse, Clarke, MacDermott will pray for them on high.
Eager and ready for love of you to die,
Proud march the Soldiers of the Rear-Guard.
CHORUS.
Legion of the Rear-Guard, answering Ireland's call.
Hark ! their martial tramp is heard from Cork to Donegal.
Tone and Emmet guide you. Though your task be hard
De Valera leads you !
Soldiers of the Legion of the Rear-Guard.
Street, hillside, valley,—they send their sons along.
Plough, office, workshop,—a score of thousands strong.
Spirit of Brian ! They come with joyous song.
Fearless, the Soldiers of the Rear-Guard.
Cork, Kerry, Wexford, Tipperary, Clare.
Galway to Dublin—Tirconaill to Kildare.
None shall be missing—all Ireland shall be there.
True Gaels, the Soldiers of the Rear-Guard.
Crimsoned the roadside, the prison-wall, the cave.
Proof of their valour, Go, sleep in peace, ye brave !
Comrade, tread lightly. You're near a hero's grave.
There lies a Soldier of the Rear-Guard.
Shell-shattered fortress and shot-scarred barricade
Trumpet the story of the gallant fight they made.
Weary, outnumbered, undaunted, undismayed.
God Bless the Soldiers of the Rear-Guard.

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Photo by]
IRISH LANGUAGE PROCESSION, September 19, 1909.
[CHANCELLOR
Passing through Lower O'Connell Street.

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In Memoriam.
STAFF CAPTAIN
Erskine Childers, I.R.A.
Died for the Irish Republic,
Beggars Bush Barracks, Dublin, 24th November, 1922
Air : "The Foggy Dew."
Not on the the battle plain he fell
Amid the warring strife,
But in the gloomey Barrack yard
He nobly gave his life.
For the Republic that he loved
He scorned that life to save.
The gifted brain is stilled, the clay,
Now fills a Patriot's grave.
Through all the years in Ireland's Cause.
The work he did so well,
How hard he fought 'gainst alien laws
No tougne, no pen can tell.
The guns that flashed in Easter Week.
He brought from o'er the sea,
And no reward did ever seek,
But Ireland's Liberty.
O Man's ingratitude to Man,
The sages oft have told,
And Irishmen stand charged to-day
Ungrateful, hard and cold.
Ah! by their hands has Childers died,
How sad his lonely fate,
Another hero sacrificed
To England's burning hate.
The Ireland that was part of you,
That Ireland wont forget.
The Cause in life you served so true,
Shall be triumphant yet.
The life you lived, the death you died,
Must lift our Flag on high,
Of Erskine Childers think with pride,
Whom England could not buy.

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The Battle of the Four Courts,
A Visitor's Impression.
Air— "Muldoon, the Solid Man."
I came to Dublin one Summer morning,
And what do you think of my surprise,
Along the quays was a battle raging,
Sure I scarcely could believe my eyes.
There was guns, big bounders, and Eighteen Pounders,
All banging away at the Four Courts there,
And along the roofs there were snipers sniping,
And bullets all whizzing through the air.
A, now, sez I, have the English soldiers
Come back again to old Erin's shore,
And I athinking it was all over,
And the British departed for evermore.
"O, begor, it's not," sez a Dublin Jackeen.
"Tis a scrap on their own they are having now,
And upon my honour, 'tis Rory O'Connor,
"Is blaimed for the starting of all the row."
He's in the Four Courts, its walls defending,
And much I admire his brave-ery.
But the Free Staters to him some Shells are sending,
Where they got them all sure it puzzles me.
Then I looked again, and God bless my eyesight.
There were armoured cars all painted green,
And soldiers dressed in a colour likewise,
And above them waved the flag. Sinn Fein.
Well I stopped the week, till the fight was over.
(You see I could not well get away),
But the Four Courts fell on a Friday morning.
And I'm sure there'll be a quare out bill to pay.
Sure I've seen the ruins out in France and Belguim,
And the Battle Fronts in far off Belgrade,
But the ruins that I saw in dear old Dublin,
Completely puts them all in the shade.
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[A. J. B. Dublin.

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The Irish Republic
Alive, Alive O.
Alr.:- "A Mountjoy Ditty."
They're singing a song now, an' don't think it wrong now,
About all the fighting in Ireland you know,
They sing it right hearty, in spite of all parties,
The Irish Republic, Alive, Alive O.
Now Lloyd George was clever, an' vowed he would sever
The people of Ireland. divided he'd show ;
Forget what we sought for, in Easter Week fought for—
The Irish Republic, Alive, Alive O.
Sez he, at my leasure, I'll give you a measure,
With lots of green lorries to make a good show ;
His camouflage failing, the ship still is sailing,
The Irish Republic, Alive, Alive O.
And while battles raging, and big guns engaging,
With Irishmen fighting each other—a foe ;
Yet through all dissention, and British inven-
The Irish Republic, Alive, Alive O. [tion.
Now tho' war has started, now don't be down-
hearted,
And many fine buildings in Dublin laid low ;
No half-hearted sighing, but keep the flag flying,
The Irish Republic, Alive, Alive O.
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[A. J. B. Dublin.

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Cathal Brugha,
Shot in Action, July 6th, 1922.
Air : " Cruiskeen Lawn "
On the sixth day of July, a man went forth to die,
In the Cause his noble heart was set upon ;
Entrapped mid fire and steel, but yet he scorned to
yield.
God rest you, Cathal Brugha, who is gone, boys, gone,
God rest you, Cathal Brugha, who is gone.
In the Granville's burning pile, he held out all the
while,
Amid the scorching flame tongues as they shone,
No mercy would he ask, but the bullets found their
mark,
God rest you, Cathal Brugha, who is gone, boys, gone,
God rest you, Cathal Brugha, who is gone.
A few sad hours remain, while he lingered on in pain,
Then his dauntless soul departed with the dawn ;
For the high ideal at stake, he died for Ireland's sake,
God rest you, Cathal Brugha, who is gone, boys, gone,
God rest you, Cathal Brugha, who is gone.
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[A. J. B., Dublin.

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TRIBUTE FROM SIR FRANCIS VANE TO THE VOLUNTEERS.
National Liberal Club,
Whitehall, S.W.
London.
27th. July, 1916.
To the Editor "Freeman's Journal".
Sir,
As one who witnessed a good deal of the fighting in the southern part of Dublin, will you allow me to endorse, with much enthusiasm, the diction of the Prime Minister as to the clean fighting of the rebels in the late unfortunate uprising?
In our attack on the South Dublin Union on the 27th. April, and in the hottest corner of the engagement--an alley where it was difficult, if you considered your health, to put your face round a corner of it--suddenly from nowhere appeared two old inmates of the Workhouse, right in the line of fire. One was on crutches and the other if I remember in those strenuous times, barging heavily on a stick. We whistled Cease Fire, but this was hardly heard with the bombs exploding in the next room - literally in the next room. But my fellow-countrymen and townsmen - the rebel enemy - did the same, and the two old inmates were bundled into safety by some kindly hands.
Moreover, I am sure that the doctor, the wardens and the good Sisters will bear me out when I say that the rebels under the green flag in the Boardroom of the Union (these were the rooms occupied by the rebels) did not on that day shoot on them even when the shooting was fair faircest.
Of course, it is baby-talk to complain in an uprising as that of Easter Week, that a few policemen were killed or a few officers or soldiers in uniform, unarmed, were shot. No soldier should be unarmed; and how were the enemy to know they were so? Yet I wonder thinking of those times in my native city of Dublin if an impartial tribunal, a Royal Commission or what-not to inquire into the shootings of innocent civilians by rebels and by military, was instituted, whether the opposition to such an inquiry would come from the rebel side no from that of the military?
Quos Deus vult - and the rest!
Your obedient servant,
Francis Patrick Vane.
Major, of Hulton.

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"They rose in dark and evil days,
Their land to save and hold;
They wanted not the Saxon's ways,
Nor took the Saxon's gold."
"They shall be remembered for ever,
They shall be alive for ever,
They shall be speaking for ever,
The people shall hear them for ever."
= Roll of Honour =
KILLED IN ACTION
EASTER, '16.
JOHN ADAMS
THOMAS ALLEN
ANDREW BYRNE
JAMES BYRNE
JOSEPH BYRNE
FRANK BURKE
SEAN CONNOLLY
JAMES CORCORAN
HARRY COYLE
JOHN COSTELLO
JOHN CROMEAN
JOHN CRINIGAN
PHILIP CLARKE
CHARLES CARRIGAN
CHARLES DARCEY
PATRICK DOYLE
JOHN DWAN
EDWARD ENNIS
PATRICK FARRELL
JAMES FOX
GEORGE GEOGHEGAN
SEAN HOWARD
JOHN HURLEY
JOHN HEALY
GERALD KEOGH
JOHN KIELY
JOHN KEALY
CON KEATING
RICHARD KENT
PEADAR MACKEN
FRANCIS MACKEN
PETER MANNING
RICHARD MURPHY
D. MURPHY
MICHAEL MALONE
D. MURRAY
J. MCCORMACK
WILLIAM McDOWELL
RICHARD O'CARROLL
THE O'RAGHALLAIGH
J. O'REILLY
RICHARD O'REILLY
THOMAS O'REILLY
PATRICK O'FLANAGAN
JOHN O'GRADY
J. OWENS
JAMES QUINN
THOMAS RAFFERTY
FREDERICK RYAN
GEORGE REYNOLDS
DOMHNAILL SHEEHAN
PATRICK SHORTIS
JOHN TRAYNOR
EDWARD WALSH
PHILIP WALSH
PATRICK WHELAN
THOMAS WEAFER
PETER WILSON
Mother Eire, grieve not for them,
Raise your head beside your cross,
Such deaths would sanctify the nations,
Such deaths are glorious gains—not loss.
"And count the life they gave a trifling cost,
And blood well spent, which flowed upon
the earth,
In streams that quicken to a noble birth,
A nation's fire that seemed for ever lost"

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COUNTY ARMAGH
ELECTION.
We may not be able to call on you
personally, as the time is so short, but we are
confident that you will show by your Vote
that you are in favour of an Independent
Ireland.
Remember by Voting for Donnelly
you are doing your duty to your Country.
You are also protesting in the strongest
possible manner against the continued deten-
tion of your fellow-countrymen in British jails.
MARK YOUR PAPER :
No. 1 DONNELLY,
And Smash Partition.
Republican Election Committee.
Printed and Published by Peter O'Neill, Printer, Ogle Street, Armagh.

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SECRET - NOT FOR PUBLICATION
EMERGENCY POWERS (NO. 151) ORDER, 1942.
Direction to the Press (New Series) No. 13.
To the Proprietor of
the Capuchin Annual.
I, MICHAEL KNIGHTLY, Press Censor, an authorised person, in exercise of the powers conferred on me by the Emergency Powers (No. 151) Order, 1942, and of every and any other power me in this behalf enabling, hereby prohibit the publication in the above-mentioned newspaper, or in any poster or placard in connection therewith, of any matter of the class specified in the Schedule to this Direction unless such matter has been submitted for censorship to an authorised person and the publication thereof has been permitted by an authorised person. Copy submitted should be in duplicate.
S C H E D U L E.
Matter relating directly or indirectly to the number of persons employed at any airport or to the nature or conditions of the employment of such persons.
DATED this 13th day of October, 1942.
MICHAEL KNIGHTLY.
PRESS CENSOR.

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J. F. Homan,
Mar Saba,
Vernon Avenue,
Clontarf.
MEMORANDUM OF AMBULANCE WORK & EFFORTS FOR PEACE.
Fed. 28.6.22.
My Ambulance duties in connection with the Civil War began on Wednesday, the 28th June, and continued until the Saturday following. My work was varied. At one time I had hotel; at another, of the party at the hut opposite the Hamman Hotel; at another, of the party at the Metropole Cinema; much of my time was spent going round with Mr. Bentley Thomas in his improvised ambulance car. During one of my journeys with him, on Thursday evening---to the Insurgents' dressing station at the reré of St. Kevin's House, Parnell Square, to remove a dead man and a wounded man---the Insurgents seized the Hamman, into which we had just transferred the contents of the hut for the night. On our return we found particularly very excited and frightened. Much anxiety was felt particularly for an aged and delicate Catholic prelate, Bishop O'Reilly, of Peoria, Illinois, who was suffering severely from the shock. We brought his lordship in the ambulance to the Shelbourne hotel. On the way, to cheer him up, I taled as pleasantly as I could; and before we parted we were already good friends.
Fr. 30.6.22.
On Friday evening I was greatly pleased to hear of the part taken by the Brigade in facilitating the negotiations that led to the surrender of the Four Courts. I gathered---wrongly as it transpired later---that they had taken an active part in the negotiations.
Sat. 1.7.22.
On Saturday, when coming in from Clontarf, where I live, I pandered gloomily on the contest of burdings, raids, mines, sanguinary and obstinate contest, of burdings, raids, mines, sanguinary here and there throughout the country. Before reporting duty I went to the Shelbourne hotel station at Foster Place, I heard that Father Albert had requested the Commission of the Brigade, Sir John Lumsden, to meet him, and I assumed that further negotiations were intended. I found the Bishop recovered from the shock, but still very feeble. In the course of conversation he described his meetings with Mr. de Valera and Miss Mary MacSwiney in America and of his friendship for them both. It occurred to me that his influence might prove a useful factor in the negotiations for peace, and I asked him whether I might mention his name to my Chief in that regard. He at once expressed a strong desire to do anything he could, regretted the feebleness that confined him to the hotel, but urged me to induce it possible for him. Mr. de Valera and Miss MacSwiney to visit him there.
Bp. O'Reilly.
I returned to Foster Place, where I met Mr. Smith, Assistant-Commissioner of the Brigade. The Chief had already gone to meet Father Albert, and afterwards motored in the direction of the Four Courts hotel, the North Dublin headquarters of the regular army. Thither Mr. Smith directed me to seek him; Mr. Tweedy took me in his motor. Sir John had not been there, nor at the medical headquarters; so we returned to Mr. Smith, who then determined to go to Fr. Albert at the Hamman, taking me with him. Even in the sad circumstances, I was glad to renew my acquaintance with Fr. Albert, and I was talked for a little while about my late dear friend and colleague, his cousin. Then he plunged into the subject that was causing him so much anxiety, the present deplorable situation. Finding that I was as keen on peace as he was, he impressed me that the main obstacle to it on the Insurgent's side was the irrestation caused by the accusations against them in the press, and the tone adopted in the Government communiqués, which he described as being "the "Go-along-to-the-devil-out-of-that" style. So long as they were addressed in such a strain they declared, the Insurgents would never surrender; on the other hand, a friendly message from the other side, as from Irishmen to
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Mr. de Valera Versus Mr. Bernard Shaw
Mr. DE VALERA and Mr. George Bernard Shaw recently had a duel about the Irish ports. In an article published in the Glasgow periodical, "Forward," Mr. Shaw favoured the seizure of the ports by Britain. Mr. de Valera replied in an interview given last week to a representative of the American press. Mr. Shaw had the last word by replying to the reply, but he was already a beaten man and he made no attempt to defend himself against the more deadly of his opponent's thrusts.
In his article, Mr. Shaw carefully placed Mr. de Valera on a pedestal and then knocked him down. He outlined the Irish Premier's case, emphasising its logicality, weighed up his character and found it not wanting in any respect, and ran through the highlights of his career to show his determination and courage. His summing-up was framed: "He is a marvel of integrity in public and private life."
But in that very integrity, Mr. Shaw sees his limitation. A case, apparently, of virtue being its own punishment. "He is a Paoli, a Garibaldi, not a Cavour," says Mr. Shaw. Then he puts into Mr. Churchill's lips the reply he (Mr. Shaw) considers inevitable should Germany gain command of the sea.
IN MR. CHURCHILL'S PLACE
"I see your position," Mr. Churchill is represented as saying. "But I feel about England exactly as you do about Ireland; and I will not allow forty million Britons to be starved and defeated to save the paper neutrality of a few million hostile Irish. If, and enough, the situation becomes grave when to convince America that I have no alternative, I will reoccupy your ports and leave you to do your damnest."
Verbal Duel on the Irish Ports
The article continues: "If I were in Mr. Churchill's place I should put it more philosophically. I should say: 'My dear Mr. de Valera, your policy is magnificent: but it is not modern statesmanship. You say the ports belong to Ireland; that is what you start from. I cannot admit it. Local patriotism, with all its heroic legends, is as dead as a door nail to-day. The
ports do not belong to Ireland; they belong to Europe, to the world, to the civilisation, to the Most Holy Trinity, as you might say (a reference to the Irish Constitution mentioned in the earlier part of the article) and are only held in trust by your Government in Dublin. In their names we must borrow the ports from you for the duration. You need not consent to the loan, just as you did not consent to the Treaty; and you will share all the advantages of our victory. All you have to do is to sit tight and say: 'I protest.' England will do the rest. So here goes."
"SIMPLY CONTEMPTIBLE"
Mr. de Valera apostrophised Mr. Shaw's attempt to justify forcible measures as "simply contemptible." "He is, of course," said the Premier, "not the first who, finding himself in difficulties with the moral code, has sought to argue: 'To do a great right, do a little wrong.'" Then he proceeds to bring before Mr. Shaw as his accuser the Mr. Shaw of a generation ago.
"Truly," he says, "the George Bernard Shaw of the 'Forward' article has travelled far from the George Bernard Shaw who, at the beginning of the last war, championed the right of the Belgian people to remain neu-
tral, and petitioned the President of the United States, urging:
"Britain, France and Germany to withdraw from the soil of Belgium and fight out their quarrel on their own territory," adding: "The belligerent armies have no right to be in Belgium, much less to fight in Belgium and involve innocent inhabitants in their reciprocal slaughter."
Mr. de Valera added: "The Mr. Shaw of to-day is, apparently, quite ready to involve the innocent inhabitants of his own country in a more indiscriminate and cruel slaughter."
The Premier declared that those who urged Britain to take the course indicated by Mr. Shaw were the enemies of both countries. They were urging the reopening of the centuried conflict between the two peoples, which all true friends of both had been endeavouring to bring, and almost succeeded in bringing, to a close for ever. They were undoing the work which understanding and good-will had accomplished in recent years.
Mr. Shaw ignored the immature views of the younger Mr. Shaw when he replied to Mr. de Valera. Instead, he merely repeated what he had said, and added the quite fantastic explanation that, in his article, he was merely asking the L.R.A. not to think of making any foolish or futile attempt to resist any action Mr. Churchill might decide on. Later he claimed that Mr. de Valera had not got the people of Eire behind him, and that the people were disunited. Reiterating his doctrine of world proprietary rights to the Irish ports, he plunged further into extremism. "Mr.
de Valera says that those ports belong to Eire," he said, "but the damned is gone when any race of people can call land its own."
There are many people in this country who, conscious of the serious losses inflicted on our shipping, would like to see the Irish ports again in British hands for the duration of the war. But of these, few, I imagine, would have anything but contempt for the lengths to which Mr. Shaw goes in search of moral justification for the seizure of the ports.
For Mr. Shaw shows himself a propagandist in the best Nazi style; and, more than that, his casuistry, if accepted, would destroy Britain's case against German aggression. One can readily imagine Germany's pose of injured innocence if the principle of "world ownership" of desirable lands or cities became an accepted one. Dr. Goebbels might well ask: "Then why all this fuss about Poland and the other countries?"
Mr. Shaw's suggested apologia is nothing but a piece of hypocrisy and as such would it be regarded by the world if it were adopted by Britain. Much more enlightened was the Mr. Shaw of a generation ago.

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FATHER ALBERT DEAD
A Prominent Figure in Recent Irish History
It is with feelings of deep regret that we announce the death of Father Albert, O.S.F.C., which occurred on Saturday, 14th inst., in a hospital at Santa Barbara, California. Father Albert was a well-known figure in Dublin up to a few years ago, being one of the Capuchin Fathers of Cambridge. We are sure the announcement will be read with sorrow by the many to whom he was known.
The memory of this good priest with his kindly disposition and that sense of deep religious recking which impressed all who met him will be long cherished by those who knew him.
He came of an old and much respected Kilkenny family, being the son of the late John Bibby, of High St., in that city. He was born October 28, 1847, and was christened Thomas Francis.
EARLY YEARS.
While still a boy he made up his mind to give his life to God in religion by entering the Capuchin Franciscan Order, some of the religious of which he knew well, as he was an after boy in their church in Kilkenny near his home.
He spent some years in the Capuchin College at Rochestown, Co. Cork, and on July 7, 1894, was received there into the novitiate. Having made his vows the following year he entered on his studies for the priesthood. He was a keen and hard-working student, and was among the first batch of Capuchin students to receive the degree of B.A. in the old Royal University.
All his life he was a devoted worker in the Irish language movement, and became early a fluent speaker of Gaelic. In this connection many in his native city of Kilkenny, who were students of the Gaelic League classes some twenty years ago, now that they read of his death, will go back in memory to these days of young enthusiasm and will recall the delightful young priest who was such an inspiration to them in their work.
REVIVALIST DAYS.
Father Albert in after life used often speak of the beautiful spirit that animated all who used to attend these classes. He was young in the ministry then having been ordained in Church Street, Dublin, on February 23, 1902.
He had many friends in his native City of the Confederation and long will his memory be cherished there. He was transferred to the Convent at Church street in 1913, which was destined to be his home up to a short time ago.
During all these years he was well-known in the city being particularly cherished by the poor in the district in which he lived and in which he unselfishly laboured. He was known, too, in many parts of Ireland by his work in giving missions. He laboured hard for the promotion of Temperance and to wipe out the evil of drink. Drunkeness was to him a foul stain on the fair name of the country he loved and certainly he did a man's part in helping to make this stain disappear. In this matter of giving missions his lowledge of Gaelic aws of great value to him as it enabled him to give, as he sometimes did, missions altogether in the Gaelic language in the Irish speaking districts.
RECENT EVENTS.
We have referred to his love of country. It was with him an abiding, enduring passion. He was always ready to spend himself in any movement that he believed was for the country's advantage. It was natural that he should have been drawn
to the brave men who figured in the Rising of 1916. Many of them were his personal friends.
He attended some of the Leaders before their execution in Kilmainham and stood by them when they died. He went through much hardship during what is known as the Black and Tan regime. He never complained of what he had to suffer nevertheless. It was a great thing in his eyes to have endured them for the Ireland he loved.
The part he played when the division came in the country after the signing of the Treaty is well known. In this as in all things he was sincere and few felt more keenly than he did the division that had come.
LOVE FOR IRISHMEN.
Those who knew him intimately, but who nevertheless could not accept his view point on this matter, can assert however, that never did they hear him speak bitter or unkind words against any of his fellow-
Late Father Albert, O.S.F.C.,
—Cashman.
countrymen. He loved all Irishmen and paid those who differed from him the tribute of believing them to be sincere. In his heart there was no mincour. He felt kindly towards every section of his countrymen, and we are sure these are the sentiment he would wish should animate all who cherish his memory.
Being never very strong his health was a matter of concern to many of his friends for some few years, and he was sent last May to America, and was made Superior of the Capuchin Convent of St. Inez, California where it was hoped the mild climate would improve his health.
Some seven weeks ago his failing health necessitated his going to the Hospital at Santa Barbara. Hearing from the doctors there was no hope of his recovery he received the news of his fate in the brave religious spirit which ever characterised his life, wrote kindly, editing messages to the Superiors and other friends in the Order in Ireland, and put himself to prepare for his last great journey.
The sympathy of many will be extended to the members of his Order and to his mother and sisters in their sorrow for the death of one who always meant so much to them.
A Swiss scientist, Prof. E. Yung, predicts that in the next few centuries the inhabitants of the world will be nearly all beneficiaries and brains, with extremely small beds.

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at once about sept is he heard your condition. He mentioned arrangements he
was making for mission - casing up of my
responsibility there. But I don't know
details. Those quite all well at Mission. But
letters to Death & Reg. Condition remembrance.
Continued prayers, & spent with male eggs all night
my martiar Columbia
Frederically Hillat.
H. Francis Hospital
Santa Barbara.
Friday.
Many thanks for your two month welcome
letters & also for mail pent mtime. The Dr has quite been
in path one & is very pleased with the progress I am
making. He has got at the root & brought vs in
so pleased to feel as I do - day, better. That awful
sickish feeling is leaving me more matched each
day. The Dr now says I must build up the has
ordered more milk for you. Your cooking is just the
thing that will be caught on me. Mrs & Misses set ha
chusta wed in Santa Barbara yesterday & sent me a lovel
fest of choice flowers & rice messages wishing me a speedy
recovery - I have every kind of them. I was much trucked
by the kind thought of choice for my welfare & their
honour to remember me in their prayers. Indeed I appreciate
more than I can express the kindness of your good people of
Santa Yuez Parish for me. I'd ask you as a favour to consey
to them my deep appreciation & all I shall be so glad to see you on
Wednesday next. You can do some shopping. I shall be able to
let you don't all be Bordes. By the way to South was very

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Father Albert's Message to The Monitor
I thanks for many kindnesses received through you & "Monitor"
St Francis Hospital
Sancta Barbara Half.
13. I. 25 in
in final a chara ghil.
my tening in Hospital - I shall tend to weeks to morrow - must be my apology for not having written to thank you for grand took of poems or having sent you Christmas & New Year's greetings. I in not at all well. The Drs certainly I in certainly suffering from anemia & stomach stomach but have not not definitely stated what the latter is. The case is so serious that Drs would not say I shall recover. - that is hard to feel that I may not see dear old Ireland Again, or my man fond mother mother, posters & friends there. It would lessen the sacrifice the laid to Rest with Rony & the Boys in Glosneven - But welcome the God's Holy Will! I have made a general confession & received all the last sacraments & am trying to be as well prepared as possible should the Lord call me. I have no bitterness towards my political officials. I hope that nothing will keep our boys & girls from the sacraments, the Holy Mass & the Rosary gift blessed V. Mary. Our 1st aim should be to stand well with God, after all that is the main thing in life. I hope you are keeping well, also your dear Father, to whom most cordial remembrance. Congratulations to "Monitor" on splendid work it is doing. Press remember the in how Prayers God for God less you always. Belancer & leaz on care how Prayers God for God less you always. Belancer & leaz on care how Prayers God for God less you

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TO
Father Albert, O.S.F.C.,
KILKENNY FRIARY,
18th FEBRUARY, 1925.
Toll, toll, toll,
The Friary bells
Sway to and fro
For comrade dear
They chime and peal
Come in and pray
For he is dead
Our brother —
In Santa Barbara.
In Gregory's notes
Round empty bier
They chant and pray
Friar and Monk
And Secular.
The solemn Mass
He loved is said
In notes divine
With hands upraised
The Priest sings forth
His triest
Requiescat in pace.
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
For poverty,
In humility,
Obedience,
Like you he loved
Like you he pined
For his own
Long suffering people.
Domine, Domine,
Non Sum Dignus
May we like him
The lonely plain
That leads us on
To Thee in faith
Pure and true
Quietly tread
In simplest charity.
Dies ira
Dies illa
Solvet Saeclum
In favilla
The solemn Church
The Spring sun lights
A little bird pipes in
Life in death: death in life.
Amen, Amen,
And all is finished.
The lights are quenched
The people gone.
Oh, holy Albert
From Heaven to-day
St. Patrick's chosen
And Columcille's
Look down on earth,
Look down on us
And pray and plead.
Lily O'Brennan

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In Memoriam
TERESA BRAYTON (Dublin)
On Leitrim's sod this verdant May,
Where first he drew an earthly breath,
We raise his monument today
Whose name will not be quenched in death
For those whom God has willed to lift
His torch of liberty to men,
Wherever Freedom's fires are lit
Will leap to valorous life again.
When Sean McDermott heard the call
To shoulder arms for Erin's sake,
The blood-stream of his fathers all
Answered the summons, wide awake;
And out of Aughrim shrilled the cry:
"Strike in our names a blow long due,
And we who dared to fight and die
For Erin will be there with you!"
For Connacht slumbered not, nor slept,
Adown her years of scourge and thorn,
But silently a vigil kept
For some high Resurrection morn;
And then it came; the very dust
Of storied hill and valley stirred,
When shroud and tomb aside were thrust,
And Easter flashed the gallant word.
Then Sean McDermott fought his fight,
And paid the price that heroes pay,
Who with their brothers scale the height
Where men may face unfettered day:
Now Connacht bares her ancient head
Before the shrine with eyes love-lit,
Where on the roll-call of her dead
Brave Sean McDermott's name is writ.
And not upon this stone alone
That name, sealed with his blood, is set,
"Twill flame where noble deeds are done
In days unborn to history yet;
And men will feel their pulses thrill
To read on Erin's glorious scroll
Of those who broke a tyrant's will
And saved from him their country's soul.

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¡Adelante hacia la
Victoria sobre el
fascismo en 1938!
Beannacta na Nodar
Agus na h-Ait-Bhana
Óglair na h-Éireann
"Cat Congaile"
XV Briotáid Ioirnáisiúnta
Arm Poblacta na Spáinne
Nodair 1937
Tromna as Truan

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Mountjoy Jail
14_ 8 22
Dear Father A,
I got your welcome note of 5th. I realise the evil effects of all the lying propaganda which is being done. What seems almost the worst of the worth which is being done is the appeal to the material instincts of our people, and the enlisting of our people of all the vested interests againsts the Republic.
The selfishness and narrowness of the propertied classes is revolting. Griffith knew well what he was about when he played fortheir support. It makes me almost believe that to attain our liberty we should wipe out that class by the principle of Communism.
Yes, the Republican Army is putting up a great fight it is maddening to be locked in here. The personal discomfort is nothing to the feeling of helplessness while we know of the great fight of our lads. The lies and hypocrisy of the Free State leaders are astounding, especially to those of us here who took part in the Army negotiations for Unity, And know the whole inner
history of these negotiations. We were never requested to evacuate the Four Courts, on the contrary, at one meeting of the coalition Army Council, at which Mulcahy, 6'Duffy, Mellows Lynch and I were present we were asked to evacuate the Ballast Office, Kildare St., Club, Masonic Hall and Lever Bros. premises, only which we agreed to do, on condition that the Free State evacuated certain positions they held. At that stage we actually discussed co-ordinated military action against N.E. Ulster, and had agreed on an officer to command both Republican and Free Sate troops in the area. We were asked to send from the South some hundreds of our rifles for use in that area. The reason given was, it would never do if rifles--
which had been handed to the 'Government' for use against the Republic, and which of course could be identified -- were found in use against Craig. An exchange of rifles was effected. It should be remembered that at that time the 'Government' was publicly disclaiming that it was the 'mutinous section of the Army' which was fighting the Ulster people. At the meeting I have referred to, Someone suggested the evacuation of the Four Courts and Mulcahy laughingly said that as long as we held that place the war against N. E. Ulster would be attributed to us. We, of course had no objection.
From this you see the real reason why we were not asked to evacuate the Four Courts. (We subsequently as you know got 25 minutes notice to do so.) You see also the
PSS.4.
double-faced policy of these, even towards the people of Southern Ireland, Northern Ireland and their Allies, the British. X
Regarding your suggestion re. facilities for confession, we are acting upon it, and will inform you of result. For your offer, dear Father A. that you should come here, and remain 'under any conditions,' we are most grateful, but I have every hope that this matter will can be settled. We have never acknowledged the heroic services which you rendered us during the days you were with us in the Four Courts, during the attack, it seems unnecessary as your devotion to Ireland's liberty is no less than ours.
It is not for us but for the Irish People to acknowledge. We ask your propers bein bruish & bean nash. Nory Oleonned P.S. If thought advisable by Public, depth the har marked x neigh be published as coming from me R.O.C.

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Father Albert's Last Letter to President de Valera
TO OUR BELOVED CHIEF, EAMON DE VALERA, PRESIDENT OF THE REPUBLIC OF IRELAND.
A cara vit,
From my death-bed I salute you and wish you to know that I die a citizen of the Irish Republic, unchanged and unchangeable, and uncompromising in my allegiance to that Republic and to you, its President.
I renew my allegiance in the hands of my friend, Father Dominic, the Chaplain of Martyred Mayors' of Cork : Tomás Mac Curtain and Toirdhealhbach Mac Suibhne.
In the movement for the Independence of Ireland, I have always endeavoured to remember that I was an Irish Capuchin priest, and I have at all time made that the standard of my thoughts as well as of my words and deeds. I have never been a politician. But, as an Irish Priest, I have considered that, like Cardinal Mercier, my place was with my people to administer to them, and especially to those who, like Saint Joan of Arc, were engaged in the sacred work of driving the English invaders from our native soil.
In my heart, min', or soul. I have no illwill to anyone ; but only love all in the Heart of the Saviour, who died to redeem us all. And as I hope for forgiveness from Him, so do I forgive all who may in anyway have done me an injury. And if I have unwittingly offended anyone, I, with humble heart, beg forgiveness I die in peace with all.
Would that I had died in the holy land of my love ! But God's Will be done !
All my life long I have loved justice and hated iniquity. I have loved and desired justice for my native land and hated the cruel iniquity of England's oppression. And I feel that I can say with St. Gregory : "I have loved justice and hated iniquity," and, therefore, I am dying in exile. Deannact De agus Muire ortsa agus an vo tion tige agus an gac émne atá agus an son na h-Éireann.
AN TATAIR AILBE BIBBY,
O.m. Cap.
St. Francis Hospital, Santa Barbara,
California,
24th January, 1925, 9th year of the Irish
Republic.

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Irish Press November 25th 1962.
Death of Peadar O Cearnaigh,
Author of The National Anthem
PEADAR O CEARNAIGH,
author of the National Anthem, 1916 man, and at one time member of the Supreme Council of the Irish Republican Brotherhood, died yesterday at his home, 25 O'Donoghue Street, Inchicore, Dublin. He was 58.
He was a house painter; in the Gaelic revival movement since 1900; joined the Volunteers at their inception; fought at Jacob's factory in Easter Week, and in the Anglo-Irish War which followed; was interned in Ballykinlar Camp in 1921.
Peadar O Cearnaigh wrote the ballad of "A Soldier's Song" for the Oliver Bond Club of Gaelic revivalists in 1907. It was first printed as a poem in "Irish Freedom" in 1912.
Patrick Heaney, also a member, wrote the music. All was done on scraps of paper, pieces of envelopes. The music appeared first in manuscript form for a Volunteer dance at Clontarf Town Hall.
The music and words appeared together in printed form in 1916, from which time the song became so amazingly popular that it became the "national anthem" of the Republican movement "by instinct."
ROYALTIES CLAIM.
During the Anglo-Irish war Peadar O Cearnaigh only received £150 in royalties, claimed royalties for the song from theatres, cinemas, radio in 1932. Several Dublin theatres omitted to play the anthem for a time.
The Government granted to him and Michael Heaney, brother of the
Peadar O Cearnaigh, from a drawing by Sean O'Sullivan, R.H.A.
music composer (who died in 1911), a sum of £1,000 to be divided between them (in October, 1933).
Peadar O Cearnaigh was the eldest son of the late John Kearney, of 68 Lr. Dorset Street, Dublin. His wife and two sons survive him. He was uncle of Lorcan, Rick and Jimmie Burke, well-known Dublin theatrical family.
He was author of many poems of the national movement, and some years ago composed sketches dealing with the fight for independence for Dublin theatres.

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Letters
to the
Editor
Letters should, as a rule, be limited to about 200 words. The Editor reserves the right of cutting. Opinions expressed are the writer's and not necessarily those of the Editor.
TERENCE MACSWINEY
23/2/'42.
A ATHAIR, A CHARA,
Before making any comment on the Capuchin Annual, 1942, I wish to offer to you and to your associates my sincerest congratulations on the production of a most splendid volume from every point of view: printing, artistry and national sentiment. In this number again the Capuchin Annual has set a bold and worthy headline for national effort in these spheres. I hope that its very fine example will bear good fruit in many places.
One of the things that most gladdened me in the Capuchin Annual was the matter dealing with Terence MacSwiney, especially the photographs on pages 409—411. The pages dealing with Terence's diary are, of course, most interesting, as is also Father Dominic's short, incomplete account of the days at Brixton. But the whole story fo that great event in Irish history has never been fully appreciated by Irish people living in Ireland during that time, for a reason very graphically described to me recently by "Sceilg". He referred me back to the early days of the cinema; some friend took him to see a film of a boxing contest; he described how on the screen you would see the two contestants for a few seconds and then a black-out; one would see the contestants again for a few seconds; then more flashing and black-out. And so on. So, said Sceilg, it was with those who were in Ireland in that terrible and tragic Autumn of 1920, when the acts of savagery and intimidation of the Black-and-Tans and the Auxiliaries were so frightful and so frequent all over Ireland, forcing all minds to an extreme concentration that the conscious glimpses which our minds retained of the martyrdom in Brixton and its concentric reverberations throughout the world were few and far between the ill-defined. Sceilg told me that this impression came forcibly upon his mind when, and for the purpose of a lecture, he was reading up the Irish and English newspapers published at the time. Before that he said he had not appreciated to the full all the various facets of the sacrifice of Terence MacSwiney.
So I hope that the Capuchin Annual may be able to instruct its readers further in regard to Terence MacSwiney—especially more photographs, of which there must be hundreds available. His funeral through the heart of London—that great and impressive Irish cortège which by its order, solemnity, dignity and sincerity, threw the London public into silent and unanticipated awe—must have been not alone one of the most striking incidents of those
days but an event outstanding in the history of the world. The triumph of a man with no weapons but his own indomitable spirit, and that of his people, defeated an empire—his skeleton (for it was not more) was borne through the heart of his enemy's capital with all the honour and panoply of a great state funeral.
I have (and should be glad to lend you for reproduction) a charcoal sketch by the French cartoonist "Benedeck"—done in October, 1920—bearing the title: Il est plus grand que nous. It depicts the emaciated form of Terence MacSwiney, lying on a bed in a prison cell. At the head of the bed there knees a woman weeping—she may be his wife, but more likely she represents Ireland. Standing apart and looking at the dying patriot are two men—one in English military uniform and the other in civilian dress—representing the civil and military power of England. These figures bear a distinct resemblance to actual figures—the civilian to Lloyd George, and the soldier to Sir Henry Wilson.
I have also (and equally at your disposal) a bust sketch of Terence MacSwiney done by a Spanish artist from a postcard photograph and sent to me with a short eulogy on Terence in Spanish. . . .
I like very much your treatment of Easter Week and the Fight for Freedom. Your collection of articles is interesting and instructive, and your collection of photographs forms a truly national gallery of the stirring deeds of these days. The Capuchin Annual of 1942 will surely get into the hands of many who were young, and of others who were blind, in those days. In either case this collection of articles and photographs should do the readers great good, carrying inspiration in one case and penitential regret in the other.
By the bye, apart from one that I have (and a copy made from it by the Italian Minister, Signor Berardis, for his album) I did not know that any other copy of the photograph, "Ambassadors of Ireland" (p. 414) was in existence. I have in my possession another similar photograph, taken just after the acceptance of the "Treaty", January, 1922. Mr. de Valera is in the centre and on either side of him are two of the four envoys of that date, viz., Harry Boland (U.S.A.), Seán T. O Ceallaigh (France), Count O'Byrne (Italy), and myself (England). This also is at your disposal should it be of use.
You have a splendid photograph of Rory O'Connor on page 444. If you have a sculptor friend you should recommend it to him for a statue of Rory, and an attractive work in addition.
You have an interesting photograph of John Daly, Tom Clarke, and Seán MacDermott on page 365. I hope that
in some future issue of the Annual you will give your readers a good article on the veteran nationalist, Tom Clarke, and his life-long devotion to his country's cause. Little has been written about him, yet he was by many years the oldest of the 1916 leaders, and his previous sufferings, as well as his years, must have made the burden of that great effort weigh more heavily upon him than on his younger companions. And, above all, he was for them the living link with the Fenian past. There must still be many who could provide the Annual with an illuminating and instructive article on his life's work.
The photograph "Slave of the Lamp" on page 99 is a clever piece of selective photography, very artistic and attractive. I have an impression that it is something one often sees, and yet I have been unable to determine where, and what, it is, and although I have put the question to a number of my Dublin friends none has been able to give me the answer. With its striking sky background it is an attractive study.
Your fine photographs of ancient monuments and ruins remind one of the albums built up by the Italian Minister—albums of beautiful and carefully planned photographs. No doubt you are already acquainted with them. If not you should take an early opportunity of seeing them. Signor Berardis has a noteworthy collection to which he is continually adding.
There are many more of the contents of the Annual to which I should refer, but you will tire of, and too much of your time will be taken up with, these random comments.
Do bhuan-chara,
ART O BRIAIN.
Dublin.
We are very grateful to Art O Briain for his splendid and valuable letter about the 1942 edition of the ANNUAL. As it was a personal letter, written for the private information of Father Senan, we are much indebted to Mr. O Briain for acceding to our request for permission to print it in the RECORD.
Ed. F. M. R.

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Alex Lee Lunden News, June 4, 1921
THE BURNING OF LOYALISTS' HOUSES IN CO. CORK : FRANK-
FORT HOUSE, MONTENOTTE, SIR ALFRED DOBBIN'S RESIDENCE.

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THE BRIDAL GOWN.
WILL IT BE A MARRIAGE?
GRACE GIFFORD 6

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Irish Press July 3rd 1943
The New Ministers
IT was announced last evening that, following the appointment of the members of the Government by the President, the Taoiseach made the undermentioned assignments:—
MR. EAMON DE VALERA, Minister for External Affairs;
MR. SEAN T. O'CEALLAIGH, Tanaiste and Minister for Finance;
MR. SEAN SEMASS, Minister for Supplies and Minister for Industry and Commerce;
MR. SEAN THOENTEE, Minister for Local Government and Public Health;
DR. JAMES RYAN, Minister for Agriculture;
MR. FRANK AIKEN, Minister for Co-ordination of Defensive Measures;
TOMAS O'DEIRG, Minister for Education;
MR. GERALD BOLAND, Minister for Justice;
MR. OSCAR TRAYNOR, Minister for Defence;
MR. PATRICK LITTLE, Minister for Posts and Telegraphs;
MR. SEAN MOYLAN, Minister for Lands.
As was indicated by An Taoiseach on Thursday, writes an IRISH PRESS reporter, the only change that has been made in the Ministries is that the office of Minister for Lands has been transferred from Tomás O'Deirg, Aire Oideachais, to Mr. Seán Moylan, who had formerly been Parliamentary Secretary to the Ministers for Finance and Defence.
Following approval by the Dail of the nomination of the members of the Government by An Taoiseach, the Ministers, accompanied by An Taoiseach, went at 4.30 to Arus An Uachtaráin, for formal appointment by the President.
A statement issued from Arus An Uachtaráin says that the Taoiseach introduced the members of the Government to the President, who presented them with their seals of office.
It was announced that the President, on the nomination of the Taoiseach, has re-appointed Mr. Kevin Dixon as Attorney-General.
It was further announced last evening that the Government, on the nomination of the Taoiseach, made the following appointments:—
MR. EAMON KISSANE, T.D., Parliamentary Secretary to the Taoiseach and to the Minister for Defence.
MR. PATRICK SMITH, T.D., Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister for Finance.
MR. SEAN O'GRADY, T.D., Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister for Industry and Commerce.
DR. FRANCIS WARD, T.D., Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister for Local Government and Public Health.
Mr. Kissane was formerly Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister for Lands. Mr. Moylan will now take entire charge of the Department of Lands.
Mr. Smith was formerly Parliamentary Secretary to An Taoiseach.
The other two Parliamentary Secretaryships show no change.
MR. SEAN MOYLAN
Minister for Lands.

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Irish Independent 29th July 1943.
DEATH OF COLONEL
JOSEPH O'REILLY
THE death occurred at a private nursing home of
Colonel Joseph O'Reilly, 134 South Circular Road, Dublin, who was well known for over ten years as aide-de-camp to Mr. Cosgrave when he was head of the Government, and earlier as
Late Col. O'Reilly. right - hand man to General Collins.
The name of Col. O'Reilly is inseparably connected with that of General Michael Collins. In 1911 as a boy of fifteen years the future army officer left his native Bantry for London, where he took up a position as a postal official. There he met Michael Collins and about four years later the two friends returned to Ireland with a party of other London Irishmen who were determined to take part in the Collins he took part in the Rising and was interned afterwards.
When Michael Collins was appointed secretary of the National Aid Association he employed Col. O'Reilly as his assistant, and then began a close association which was to last until the tragic death of Collins. No man in history has enjoyed more devoted service than Genl. Collins got from Col. O'Reilly. The latter was to him what Laeg was to Cuchulain, his servant, his mentor and his friend. That service has been finely described by a well-known Irish writer as that of the mediaeval page to his lord, and the description is apt.
He was everything to General Collins, from the man who ran his messages to the man who saved his life on innumerable occasions.
The nature of his activities and his superabundant energy made Collins an exacting task-master, and Col. O'Reilly's duties, which began early in the morning, frequently ended early the following morning. The devotion between the two men was extraordinary. No task was too trivial or willingly, no mission too performed or willingly, no mission too dangerous or difficult for the other to entrust to him. Potential agents and suspected spies were often dealt with by Col. O'Reilly. It was he
who met badly wanted men and escorted them to his chief, or who stalled off self-important nuisances with bland assurances that the moment he could get in touch with Genl. Collins he would bring them to him.
When Gen. Collins was surrounded in the Mansion House, it was Joe O'Reilly who found the way out for him. When he lay feverish and ill no man nursed him more devotedly.
On the establishment of the Irish Free State Joseph O'Reilly was raised to the rank of Colonel and became aide-de-camp to Genl. Collins, but other duties prevented him accompanying the General on his last fatal inspection tour.
The death of his beloved leader left him almost inconsolable, but there was other work to be done, and when he was appointed aide-de-camp to President Cosgrave he served him with the same unselfish devotion.
When President Cosgrave paid an official visit to America to thank the Irish people there for their assistance in our national struggle Col. O'Reilly accompanied him, and his handsome face and manly bearing in uniform, combined, did with his bright engaging manner, all almost as his reputation to win him his widespread popularity there. Col. O'Reilly served as President Cosgrave's aide-de-camp until shortly before the change of Government, when he was appointed Director of Purchases under the Commissioners of Public Works.
MR. COSGRAVE'S
TRIBUTE
Mr. W. T. Cosgrave, T.D., sent the following message on the death of Colonel O'Reilly:—
"I express deep sympathy with the family and relatives of Col. O'Reilly in the great loss they have sustained by his death. He rendered most efficient and brilliant services in the pre-Truce period and was a trusted aide-de-camp to the late General Collins, and served him faithfully during the whole period of the Anglo-Irish struggle until the death of General Collins. The late Col. O'Reilly was acquainted with all the leading personalities of the Truce and post-Truce periods, and during the earlier stages of the Irish Government was a trusted servant of the Government and the State. I had many opportunities of seeing him during these periods, both in this country and on the Continent and in America. I deeply regret his death."

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OSLAIŠ NA NÉIREANN—IRISH VOLUNTEERS
1ST BATTALION, DUBLIN REGIMENT.
A GRAND CONCERT
will be held in the
ANTIENT CONCERT ROOMS
on
SUNDAY NIGHT, 9th APRIL, 1916
Doors open at 7.30 p.m. ; commencing at 8 o'clock.
AN ADDRESS WILL BE DELIVERED BY PROF. EOIN MAC NEILL
Ticket
One Shilling.
P. Mahon, Printer, Dublin.

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ARMS FOR IRISHMEN!
Best Dance of the Season,
WILL BE HELD AT
6 HARCOURT STREET,
ON
MARCH 16th (St. Patrick's Eve),
TICKETS (Single) - - - 3/- Each,
A DIA SAOR EIRE.

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CUMANN NA mBAN—(THE IRISHWOMEN'S COUNCIL).
Cumann na mBan, the women's section of the Volunteer Movement, is a non-partisan and non-sectional National Organisation for women of Irish birth and descent, who alone are eligible for membership. It has been founded to advance the cause of Irish liberty, and is an independent
Headquarters: 2 DAWSON STREET. Four Dublin Branches, and local Branches all over Ireland.
body of Nationalist Irishwomen pledged to work for Ireland only. Every Irishwoman who has the interests of Ireland at heart should be in it: there is work for all.
CLAR—Part I.
1. Song ... "General Mumro" ... .. —————
2. Song ... "Erin My Mother" ... Carl Hardebeck
3. Recitation ... "Aghadoe" ... John Todhunter
3. Songs... (a) "I know my Love" ... .. —————
(b) "The Ninepenny Fidil" ... S. Mac Cathmhaoil
MISS MAIRIN CREGAN.
5. Song ... "The West's Awake" ... Arr. Esposito
SEAN NEESON.
6. Violin Solo ... National Airs ... .. Birch
MISS MAUDE DAVIN.
7. Song ... "A Soldier's Song" ... Arr. by Cathal
(By Request.) Mac Dubhghaill
E. O'CONNOR COX
(Feis Ceoil Gold Medallist, Winner Denis O'Sullivan Gold Medal, etc.).
8. Song ... "My Dark Rosaleen" ... .. Mangan
MISS FLORRIE RYAN.
9. Recitation ... "Who is Ireland's Enemy" ... Brian na Banban
BRIAN O'HIGGINS.
10. Dance ... Reel ... .. —————
MISS MAEVE RYAN.
11. Song ... "Cockles and Mussels" ... .. —————
GERARD CROFTS.
SHORT NATIONAL ADDRESS:
MR. BULMER HOBSON.
CLAR—Part II.
12. Song ... "The Song of Glen Dun" ... Moira O'Neill
MISS MAIRIN CREGAN.
13. Song ... "Ballad of O'Donovan Rossa" ... —————
CIARRAIGHE O'ROIDEAIN.
14. Song with Harp ... "The Dawning of the Day" ... —————
Accompaniment MISS FLORRIE O'CONNOR.
15. Recitations (a) "The Song of Red Hanrahan" ... W. B. Yeats
(b) "Romance in Ireland" ... W. B. Yeats
(c) "Mise Raifteri an File" ... Raifteri do chúm
SEOSAMH MAC CATHMHAOIL.
16. Song ... "O'Donnell Abu" ... .. —————
E. O'CONNOR COX.
17. Song ... "Sing, Sweet Harp" ... .. Moore
MISS SHEILA MURPHY.
18. Songs... (a) "The Lover's Curse" ... Arr. Hughes
(b) "An Coisire" ... Arr. Hardebeck
(c) "The Wee, Wee Hoosie by the Sea" ... Scottish Folk Song
SEAN NEESON.
19. Song ... "Emer's Farewell" ... .. —————
MISS FLORRIE RYAN.
20. Song ... "Inghean An Phailaitinigh" ... Arr. J. M. Crofts
GERARD CROFTS.
"A NATION ONCE AGAIN."
Accompanists—
D. FRENCH MULLEN and CATHAL MAC DUBHGHAILL.
IRISHWOMEN OF BRAY.
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PHOENIX PARK CEREMONY
1916 LEADER
HONOURED
"EXCEPT for one part of our country, where neither freedom nor God's honour has been achieved, the immediate aim of Easter Week has been attained, but there never comes a time when no more remains to be done," said Rev. Michael J. Heuston, O.P., after unveiling and blessing a memorial to his brother, Seán Heuston, in the People's Gardens, Phoenix Park, yesterday.
Many comrades of the dead patriot—I.R.A. veterans, Fianna Eireann, I.C.A. and Cumann names—were at the unveiling ceremony, having assisted at Mass in the Church of St. Mary of the Angels, celebrated by Rev. Father Aloysius, O.F.M.Cap.
Wearing active service medals, and headed by the St. James's Brass and Reed Band, they marched from Blackhall Street
When the unveiling was performed, the assembly, which included the mother, sister and aunt of Seán Heuston; An Tanaiste, Mr. Seán T. O'Kelly; Mr. Oscar Traynor, Minister for Defence, and Mr. Frank Fahy, Ceann Comhairle, stood to attention while the National Anthem was played.
The memorial—sculptured in Irish limestone by Laurence Campbell, R.H.A.—is inscribed in Irish and English:
"John J. Heuston, Captain of D. Coy., 1st Battalion, Dublin Brigade, Irish Volunteers, Officer Commanding Mendicity Institute in Easter Week.
"He was executed in Kilmainham, 8th May, 1916. To him and his command, to all his company which in the years that followed strove for the liberation of our country, the Company erected this memorial in the year of Our Lord 1943."
Freedom Fight
"Subject to foreign domination, or harassed by native tyranny, or enslaved by her children's baseness and pettiness, Ireland unfree will never be at peace," declared Father Heuston.
"Where anything of our freedom is lost it must be won again, and when regained, it can be preserved only at the price of eternal vigilance and unrelenting effort."
When the blessed martyr Agatha was dead, said Father Heuston, her companions hurriedly and secretly thrust the body into the tomb and covered it with the first piece of stone at hand, and then in astonishment read the epitaph they had unwittingly set over the martyr's body: for on that chance piece of stone was carved "Mentem sanctam, spontaneam, honorem Deo et patriae liberationem" (a steadfast mind, master of itself, God's honour and the liberation of our country).
These words were on this memorial, not by chance, but because no other words seemed more fitting.
"Seán and I," said Father Heuston, "played as boys in these Gardens under the eyes of the Earl of Carlisle, and later in those hurling fields, and I always heard him say, 'Ireland should be free from the centre to the sea.'"
"Michael," he said, on that 7th of May, 'when you have the opportunity teach the history of Ireland—the real history. That will put the foreigner out of Ireland.' That was the aim that gave direction to his life and coherence to all he did.
"To-day, no less than then, 'Ireland, in the name of God and in the name of the dead generations, summons her children to her flag and strikes for freedom.'"
"Her call is not now to arms to vindicate her rights against an outsider."
What advantage was it to have cast off the foreign yoke if we lapsed into worse slavery? Unless the mind was master of itself, the hidden slavery, begotten of former domination, would persist, more pernicious than political subjection.
Father Heuston, delivering the oration.
Mr. Seamus Brennan, chairman of the Memorial Committee, said they were proud of the work of Laurence Campbell, a Dublin-born sculptor, and of that first national memorial in that park.
Besides Mrs. Heuston, mother; Miss Teresa Heuston, sister, and Miss Teresa McDonnell, aunt of Seán Heuston, the attendance included: Diarmuid Mac Fhionnlaoich, President, Gaelic League; Professor Romain, Maj.-General Hugo MacNeill, Comdt. Holohan, M. F. X. de Laforcade, Laurence Campbell, R.H.A. and Seán Derrington.

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PLENTY OF ELIGIBLE MEN HERE.
A RECRUITING MEETING IN CORK.

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DURING THE VISIT OF THE IRISH GUARDS' BAND.
A RECRUITING MEETING IN MACROOM.

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IRISH LIFE
Vol. XXXIX.—No. 14.
FRIDAY, MAY 26th, 1922.
Registered at the G.P.O.
as a Newspaper
as
Specially drawn for "Irish Life" by Frank Leah
The Principal Signatories in the Peace Pact between the Free State and Refractory Parties, which, while seeming to be beneficial to the country, threatens to raise an unsatisfactory complication with the Imperial Parliament.

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75 Years Ago
Father Tom Burke Speaks to Exiles in America
DURING a tour of the United States 75 years ago this month, Father Tom Burke, O.P., the famous preacher and orator, on Faith and Fatherland, was heard with delight by his fellow-countrymen during a tour.
Under the head of Faith would come a sermon on St. Patrick, delivered by him in the Cathedral, New York, in the course of which, dealing with Ireland's fidelity to the Holy See, he made a remarkable statement.
Having said that "attachment to the Holy See was something more than a sentiment—it was a passion in the Irish bosom," he continued—
"Through good report and evil report, Ireland was always faithful to Peter's Chair, and it is a curious fact that when the Christian world was confused by the pretensions of anti-Popes and all the nations of other countries, at the time of Christ, led astray, so as to acknowledge some false pretender, Ireland, with an instinct truly supernatural, never failed to discover the proclamation, and to obey the true Pontiff. She is the only Catholic nation that never was, for a moment, separated from Peter or his allegiance to him."
A Puzzle
He said that Ireland's preservation of the Catholic faith had been a puzzle to the world, and that men had sought to explain in many different ways the extraordinary phenomenon.
"Some," he said, "ascribe it to our national antipathy and opposition to England and everything English; others allege the stronger, and its veneration for ancient rites and usages, merely because they are ancient; while English historians and philosophers love to attribute it to the natural obstinacy and wrong-headedness which they say, is inherent in the Irish."
He said that among the minor and human causes that influenced the action of the Irish people, these feelings might be included.
"But," he went on, "none of these purely natural explanations can explain the supernatural fact that a whole people preferred, for ten generations, confiscation, exile and death, rather than surrender their faith, and the true reason lies in the all-important circumstance that the religion of Jesus Christ, bringing not only light to the intelligence, but grace and strength to the heart and will of the nation; and the grace of their holy Catholic religion enabled them to suffer and die in its defence. Here it is that
we recognise the Providence of God in the preaching of St. Patrick.
Crucial Test
FATHER BURKE thus concluded his sermon—
"Who can deny that the religion which St. Patrick gave to Ireland is divine? A thousand years of sanctity attest it. Three hundred years of martyrdom attest it. If men will deny the virtues which it inspires, let them look to the history of Ireland. If men say that the Catholic religion splondous only because of its appeal to the senses, let them look to the history of Ireland. What sustained the faith when church and altar disappeared, when no light burned, no organ pealed, but all was desolation for centuries?"
In a lecture entitled "The Exiles of Erin," delivered in New York, Father Burke said that three great epochs were marked in the history of Ireland with the sign of the exodus or exile of her children upon them—namely, in the sixth and seventh centuries, when the Irish monks went forth to preach the Faith in many European countries; then, in the sixteenth century, when Irishmen began to emigrate as soldiers; and, finally, after the passing of the Act of Union with Great Britain in 1800.
Cromwell's Victims
"YOU might say," he continued. "that the emigration to America took shape from the day that Ireland lost her legislative independence." but, he added, that it was not of these he wished to speak, but of the exiles who were banished by Cromwell, to the number of one hundred thousand, including two or three thousand priests of his own Order. They were sent as Javaics and sold in Barbadoes and Jamaica, and there died on he said it was of these.
He said it was of these exiles of an earlier period that the famous poet Campbell wrote "The Exile of Erin," and, having recited the poem, said—
"As the first of these exodi was of faith—that faith might be scattered and disseminated throughout the earth—as the second of these vast emigrations was that of the warriors going forth full of hope—hope that was never realised—so the third vast emigration from Ireland was an emigration of loving hearts from all that they cherished and from all they loved in this world."
"The youth of the bone said Father Burke. The fled, and sinew of Ireland fled, and many an old man remained in the land and sat down upon the
family grave to die of broken heart."
Love for Ireland
HE then recited Tom Moore's poem, "Adieu, the Snowy Sail," as illustrating the sorrow of the modern Irish exile, and went on—
"If there be one passion that outlives every other in the heart of the true Irishman, it is the inborn love for Ireland, for Ireland's greatness and glory. Our fathers loved it, and knew how to prize it and to hold it. The glory of a faith that has never been tarnished, and the glory of a national honour that has never bowed itself down to acknowledge itself and the responsibility it has and was by yours and mine this night."
Tremendous bursts of applause greeted this and many other sentences as Father Burke continued—
"And of all other men, both as Irishmen and as Catholics, you and I together are Irishmen have been in ages past what they intend to be in ages to come—a Nation and a Church that has never allowed a stain to be fixed upon the national banner, nor upon the national altar; a Nation and a Church that, in spite of its hard fate and its misfortunes, can still look Ireland's virgin brow no stain of dishonour or perfidy has ever been placed. You and I will visit, after a time, the land with God's blessing, a free, a glorious and an unfettered nation."

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Ireland Loses A Realist
I SHALL venture to speak of the man only as I knew him. What special interests took his mind before our friendship began I have never probed into. It is certain that they were many.
One could not for a moment dream that he had ever had a period of lucrtia: he was not one that could ever have moped or lazed; there was a spring in his way of thinking, of writing, even of walking. Even to the end, it was visible in his eyes, a sparkle, almost a flery sparkle. Who knew him will not forget it.
Scholarship of course had been his care, literature in general; many languages, English in particular. But I have asked myself was there great difference in their outlook on life, on religion, on learning, on Ireland—this I have asked myself picturing him the student, and Edward Dowder the professor, both at Trinity College, the student was to dare such courses the professor would have thought impossible for him. I have asked, not answered that question. Only that, years before I had first visited the memorable "Woodside" he had become a Catholic, most significant of changes.
SCHOLAR-TRAVELLER
ON PROPAGANDA.
My keener memory of him dates from the earlier years of the last Great War. He had with difficulty got home from Germany. Home into an unheard of dazzle and glare and noise of propaganda.
DANIEL CORKERY
On
PROF. W. F. P.
STOCKLEY. R.I.P.
What he would question us on, myself and my friends, was what credence the people of this country gave to it all. Some war incident would fill the news. "What do the people think of it?" Almost without reflection any of us could tell him what Ireland thought of it. "But look at our Press—they all say the opposite." We took it for granted that such should happen. But more than anything else I believe that that led to his second great decision in life: something was rotten in the State of Denmark. He began to meet young men like Tomás Mac Curtáin and Terence Mac Swiney. How he came to admire them! Many years afterwards he said to me: "The Mac Swineys have enough of moral courage to fit out a nation." Whatever moral virtue he himself lacked, it certainly was not courage. "Well, well, well," he said once to me as we sat in the back of a wild motor car that was whirling us over half of the Co. Limerick to make election speeches—"Well, well, well, when I was a respectable Protestant little boy in these places did I ever think I'd take to this sort of thing in my old age."
That great change meant for him and his a narrowing of the circle of acquaintances. But also a widening. At his funeral there were many more of the poor than of the rich. The poor loved him. But he loved a house full of visitors, and good talk, and music. One must, it would seem, pay the price if one will go from reality to reality.
In all his ways there was the salt of reality. It is in all his books, even in his edition of the Dream of Gerontius, as also in his King Henry the Fifth's Poet Historical, subjects that could be handled, that are so often handled without verve or point. Not less is it in his fine book Essays in Irish Biography. And it was that sense of reality that prompted his word when he would turn down either — "He is a flashy person." Byron was flashy. Those writings he loved certainly were not flashy—Newman, Wordsworth, Burke, and more than any other, Shakespeare. Only a few years since he told me he had just finished the whole of him once again from cover to cover. "And you like Goethc," he said to me, as with a shock of mild surprise. "But the lyrics, the spontaneity," I replied, confessing inwardly however that Goethe was not without his flashiness, not entirely.
LITURGY AND MUSIC.
I could never see that he took any interest in the Abbey Theatre. Perhaps he might have done so only for his having come so com-
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Daniel Corkery on Stockley From Page One
pletely away from what he had known of Ireland in his earlier years.
Of course he had many, many other interests besides literature. Until close to the end he was still gathering significant matter about the Liturgy; and from that study to vivisection is a far cry, yet there also he was still acquiring more information. Canada, where he had spent many years, remained a living interest; but so indeed was all Europe. Nothing was happening there that he could not set against the deep background that explained it. Then there was art. There was music.
At the close of a Mozart sonata he would whisper "Ah—that old world before the French Revolution." It is becoming a fashionable cry now, but with him its cause was understanding.
Understanding! He was in possession of it because of much and close learning, and because of wide experience of many countries and men and living aspirations.
He was a great Churchman; not a St. Thomas More perhaps, but I find I can never either read or read of that strong ironic liberal spirit without recollection of William F. P Stockley striking across the pages.
DANIEL CORKERY.

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