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Letter from Patrick J. Smyth to Abraham Stritch Fuller at Woodfield, Clara, County Offaly, on 15 April 1848, concerning the arrest of William Smith O'Brien, Thomas F. Meagher and John Mitchel for sedition. Informs Fuller that his subscription to the cause will be published in 'The Nation' and the 'United Irishman', and is glad to here that the neighbourhood of Clara is prepared for [rebellion]. Also includes a newspaper clipping concerning a minor "Accident to the Reverend Abraham Fuller".
Letter from Professor H S Raper of the Department of Physiology, The University of Manchester, Manchester, to Doctor Francis William Lamb, notifying them that due to present crisis (England had just entered World War II), he and the Vice-Chancellor agree that a celebration is inappropriate, and suggests that instead they will simply provide the funds for him to pay for the silverware chosen as a parting gift from the Department of Physiology.
Freeman's Journal (21 September 1896) Freeman's Journal (3 November 1896) King's County Independent (28 April 1906) Midland tribune (28 April 1895) Irish Independent (4 July 1916) Evening Herald (4 August 1916) Sinn Féin (10 July 1909) Sinn Féin (16 July 1910) Daily Telegraph (2 May 1916) Daily Telegraph (29 April 1916) Irish Times (23 May 1916)
Verse transcribed by M. Galvin, Tintown No 3 Camp:
'Silent and cold thou art now at rest 'Neath the sanctified sod, in the land thou loved best Thro' tears and thro' sighs we think of the same That the traitors have placed on Ireland's fair name Oh! Rory O Connor thy name and thy story Are engraved in our hearts and crowned there with glory. Tho' thy pulse has stopped beating thy shade is to-day With the loved ones who perished that old Ireland might say Tho' grim death awaits us we'll have not a sigh For our own motto is Freedom for that Freedom we'll die On the green sod of Erin, our life's blood will flow Until Ireland a nation conquers the foe.'
Verse transcribed by M. Galvin, Hut 5, Tintown No. 3 Camp,
'Keep me in your memory I dare not ask for more We may not meet as we have met When prison life is o'er Your path and mine may be In future far apart Time may bring a change of scenes But not a change of heart.
'We meet again, the master and the student The one a sadder but a wiser man, the other still imprudent But age and youth, have one same thought That Erin's soul shall ne'er be bought. Soon may her Freedom's star arise And soon may be her foe's demise. Then you and I from fetters free Shall haste to Leix and Offaly. But we together shall come again As free, unfettered, unshackled men. And then we'll fill and quaff the glass That ours and Erin's dawn has come at last.'