One has since died at Jervis Street hospital, where they were all taken. I hope the soldiers will be identified and hung. Diarmuid says any Dublin jury would convict them if it got half a chance. Some volunteers came out and made a cordon this way, hand to hand, and made the congregation go out quietly in line. Some boys started whistling.
In the evening, which was getting dark, nothing was seen but a great host in the dying light, and nothing was heard but weeping Sent to start a new branch of the organization at Lusk, she made a rousing speech to those present about their responsibility as Irish women. Effective first aid required training:. God did not make you Irish for fun. He made you Irish because he has work for our country in the world Between July and April , busy with her work at the Dublin School of Art and in her studio at home, she regularly attended Cumann na mBan meetings, preparing herself for the possibility of confrontation between the nationalists and the British authorities.
But she was in no doubt that she was called out. She left the family home, Temple Hill in the suburb of Terenure, with a male friend, without her mother knowing where she was going. The Countess Markiewicz was there. She was determined at least to deliver her first aid things and she did this at the GPO, where the tricolour was now flying and Pearse had just read the Proclamation of the Republic.
I went in first and left the first aid appliances They had volunteers with arms at every window of which the glass was all broken and thrown about in the street and a little inside They were protected behind boards and bags, letter bags a good many I expect I went off by Camden Street. There were bullet holes in the windows and in some of the shops opposite, hence a lot of broken glass. Cesca woke to two imperatives on the Tuesday of Easter week: her formal nursing role and the need to see and talk with Eoin MacNeill. She bought needles, iodine, lint and cotton wool and oilsilk in Terenure.
Mrs Coffey, in Harcourt Terrace, tried to persuade her not to go on and Diarmuid hung back. Inside the GPO, she found her Cumann na mBan friend Sorcha working in the kitchen and British soldiers, who had been taken prisoner, drying plates. Her account of the rest of the short time she spent there is vivid:.
What does he think? Of course that will damn them. Mrs MacNeill opened the door to me and brought me into the study I joined their circle and acquired the following information. All Thursday night, when Bulmer Hobson discovered it first and came out to the National Volunteers, they were working at a plan for countermanding the Sunday parade which was to be real instead of only a parade. All Friday he was distributing them. On Friday night they decoyed him to a house on pretence of a committee meeting and kept him there. They all took the most gloomy views.
There was one relative nearby who Cesca felt she could trust.
Cesca and Diarmuid cycled to Dun Laoghaire on Wednesday, finding it swarming with soldiers off the boats that were bringing forces to repress the Rising from England. Four battalions of the Sherwood Foresters had landed that morning. They went up to Killiney Hill, finding a stretch of grass to sit and eat the oranges and chocolate they had bought. It seemed like summer We discussed what he should say if I called him as a witness on arrest He looked awfully white and tired, not having slept much We related minutely what we either of us had seen or heard up to the time we met and I told him all the MacNeills told me and he told me about the life of Dr Hyde he was writing and what our mutual plans were or had been for the summer.
Nationalists who had found the ground stolen from under their feet, Diarmuid and Cesca felt on the edge of nothingness that day.
The next three days were ones of despondency for Cesca, two miles from the city centre, at Temple Hill. There was a swirl of rumours and tales of slaughter on both sides in the struggle for Dublin. On Thursday intermittent firing could be heard all day and Cesca heard volley after volley as she wrote up her diary. The hardest thing had become living in a divided household.
She could only think of the bravery of the Volunteers, who she had watched train and for whom she had collected funds over two years. Cesca felt pulled apart: her mother needed her but there was also the pull of martyrdom. She was being dutiful by keeping the house going. Every encounter at the shops was charged with emotion. Cesca sat down that Saturday to write to her Aunt Francie, the only one of her relatives in England who she knew trusted her. God help us, I think it will break all our hearts. Then she felt she should say rather more, so she added a lengthy postscript:.
In case you are anxious about my share, I had none, it was done against the leaders of the Irish Volunteers and all sensible men among them, but there are many who will suffer innocently. Seamus Connolly is a man whose chief merit is his desire to see his country free but he has no other qualifications for an affair of this kind. This is all in confidence to you.
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Once Pearse had surrendered, the Rising was quickly over. Only sixty-four of the actual insurgents were killed during the week but civilian casualties were killed and 2, wounded. Seventy-nine women who had been in the garrisons were arrested. It is not surprising that Cesca was not arrested, since she can hardly have been spotted entering or leaving the GPO. At a social gathering on May 28th, she was teased about her immunity. He had joined the regiment, expecting it to be sent to the Western Front, then missed the boat to Ireland during Easter week.
Could either he, or the distinction and good memories of her grandfather Richard Chenevix Trench as Archbishop of Dublin thirty years before, have somehow smoothed her path?
She felt a lingering need for martyrdom. Reggie reached Dublin about May 3rd, the day that the executions got under way, with the shooting at dawn at Kilmainham Gaol of Patrick Pearse. W hy has the young and inexperienced Harriet Dart appeared so oddly at ease with her surroundings this week? Her journey to this point offers a few clues. The daughter of an All England Club member, Dart was a junior member until she turned 22 last July, and is in the process of applying for full membership.
Though should she win five more matches over the next week, Dart would save herself the hassle, as Wimbledon champions automatically become members.
Given her genes, this was not a surprise. I nitially though, Dart was turned down by her county as a nine-year-old. Another turning point came towards the end of , when as a year-old, Dart moved to a tennis academy in Istanbul for nine months. T he progress Dart showed on her return to the UK suggested it was time well spent. A year on, Dart has showcased her steady improvement, with Wimbledon victories over former top American Christina McHale and Beatriz Haddad Maia, who had beaten champion Garbine Muguruza in the previous round. S light of build and lacking major weapons, Dart relies on her tactical intelligence.
Against Haddad Maia she was able to do this more and more as the match wore on, while also displaying the intensity required for a player who lacks the muscle of her rivals. This ferocity shown by Dart on court — where her self-flagellation sometimes resembles that of an especially narked Andy Murray — is in stark contrast to her poise off it.