LATEST FROM DUBLIN.
“TO SAVE SLAUGHTER OF UNARMED PEOPLE.”
HOW THE G.P.O. WAS TAKEN
MANY DEAD IN THE STREETS
CITY IN REVOLT
NORMAL CONDITIONS PREVAILING
Up to the hour of writing –
Monday – it is highly satisfactory to be able to state,
in view of the sensational reports which are flying hour by hour
from other parts of the country, that the county Clare has not
witnessed a solitary outbreak of disturbance of any kind. To-day
practically normal conditions prevail, but it was very evident
that during last week there was a considerable atmosphere of unrest
and suppressed excitement, which, however, found no actual vent
and the news of the surrender of the leaders of the Dublin revolt
on Saturday night, which spread like wildfire, had a powerful
effect in bringing home to possibly disaffected circles, limited
and without influence as they may be, an idea and appreciation
of the realities of the situation as it existed.
Close on a hundred and fifty extra police have arrived in town,
mostly by motor, from Longford, Fermanagh, and Down, and many
of these are billeted about the town, while the motors are held
in readiness on the grounds of the Constabulary Barracks. The
men themselves seem to be enjoying an easy holiday about the town,
but at night there is vigilant watch kept on all the entrances
to and exits from the town, by armed parties and the various bridges
about the town are closely guarded against any possible attempt
Yesterday afternoon, a young man named Michael J. Shannon, from
the Fountain district, on the fringe of the town, was arrested
in town. He had been, it is alleged, rather excitedly declaring
certain political views, and jostled against Constable Glynn,
of the local police force, as he was proceeding through the streets
on his bicycle, knocking him off the machine. Owing to his language
he was promptly arrested and sent this morning by early train
to Limerick, to be handed over to the Limerick authorities.
A young man named Arthur O’Donnell, from near Kilrush, an
ex-teacher, was also sent from the Ennis station this morning
under armed escort, to be handed over to the military. He turned
up at Kilrush on Saturday, we are informed, in Irish Volunteer
uniform with a revolver and ammunition, and was promptly arrested.
As far as we can gather these have been the only arrests in the
Our Kilrush correspondent writes-
Up to the time of writing I am glad to say things remain in the
usual state of peace in West Clare.
A young man named O’Donnell, from the Tullycrine district,
was arrested in Kilrush.
Last night we received the following official communication-
Yesterday the Sinn Fein leader, James Connolly, unconditionally
surrendered to the General Officer Commanding-in-Chief in Ireland.
The leaders, anxious to avoid further bloodshed, have signed a
notice to other leaders and their parties both in Dublin and in
the country calling on them to surrender, as their cause is hopeless.
These notices are being circulated by the Royal Irish Constabulary
to tall stations. A large number of men surrendered last night
and this morning, and it is expected that others will follow during
the course of the day.
Emissaries have come in from the Sinn Fein party at and about
Ashbourne and Swords and from Wexford to verify the fact of the
above surrender. – From Inspector General R. I. Constabulary.
At midnight we received the following communiqué from the
Viceregal Lodge, 30th April, 1916.
Official communiqué issued by the Lord Lieutenant yesterday
– Pearse, the rebel leader, surrendered, and the great bulk
of his supporters in the city and throughout the country have
done likewise. Only a few detached bodies have not yet made their
submission, and these are being effectively dealt with.
On Saturday night we were officially
informed that the following document has been signed by the leaders
of the Volunteers. It runs-
In order to prevent the further slaughter of unarmed people, and
in the hope of saving the lives of our followers, now surrounded
and hopelessly outnumbered, the members of the PROVISIONAL Government
present at Headquarters have agreed to an unconditional surrender,
and the commanders of all units of the Republican Forces will
order their followers to lay down their arms.
(Signed) P.H. PEARSE
Dated 29th day of April, 1916.
The following is a copy of an
order issued from the Irish Command Headquarters to be circulated
by R. I. C. –
Sinn Fein rebels in the area of Capel St, Great Britain St. and
Lower Gardiner St, are completely surrounded by a cordon of troops,
which is gradually closing on the centre. The troops, assisted
by artillery, are gradually overcoming resistance.
One of the principal rebel leaders, P.H. Pearse, is known to be
inside the cordon, suffering from a fractured thigh. The woman
known as Countess Markievich has also been seen inside. Another
leader, James Connolly has been reported killed. The adjoining
area, containing the Four Courts, is also surrounded by a cordon,
which is closing on its centre, and containing therein most of
A division complete with artillery is now operating in the Dublin
area, and more troops are constantly arriving. Arrangements are
being made to intern in England all Sinn Feiners captured, or
surrendered who are not dealt with here.
Roger Casement has declared that Germany has sent all assistance
she is going to send, and this is now at the bottom of the sea.
– Inspector General R. I.C. Dublin Castle.
POST OFFICE BURNED.
OTHER BUILDINGS DESTROYED.
The official report yesterday
The rebellion in Dublin on the verge of collapse.
Many rebels, including leaders, are surrendering. The Dublin Post
Office and other buildings are destroyed by fire.
The troops surround the rebel strongholds.
The remainder of Ireland is generally satisfactory.
Attack on Post Office.
A correspondent writes-
Our course was down Common Street and up D’Olier St. to
Amien Place. Here the Great Northern Railway crosses the road
by a bridge, and here we were peremptorily stopped by a picket
of infantry, who told us that it was unsafe to go any further,
and that we must return with all speed to our hotel. This we had
The rest of the day had to be spent in waiting at the hotel, until
some officer could be found to give us some authentic information
about the progress of events. But the time of waiting was not
by any means without incident.
Yesterday the rebels had been shelled out of a large mill and
bakery on the south side of the Liffey. They had retreated to
a building owned by the Dublin Distillery Co., which has not been
used for some years.
In the firing that ensued one bullet passed between two of our
number who were watching the scene, and smashed a looking glass
in the room. Others caught the building at various points, the
reason doubtless being that many officers were known to be in
it, directing operations on that zone of the firing line.
Shortly after this sounds were heard which told of grimmer work
in other quarters. Soon dense clouds of smoke from Sackville Street
told that fires had broken out.
At about five o’clock there came the sounds of a heavy musketry
attack apparently directed against the end of Sackville Street,
nearest to O’Connell Bridge. In the same quarter another
fire broke out, and dense clouds of black smoke obscured the sky.
At the present moment I am unable to give any details and exact
particulars of the results of all this terrible work. We are forbidden
to leave the hotel, and are requested not to go to the upper floors
owing to the danger of sniping bullets.
The strident clamour of the horrible tragedy is the only indication
of its progress that we have, save, perhaps, the sight of a white
and terror-stricken face that peeps around the corner of a door
in a side street.
From the disjointed accounts of those who have seen parts of this
picture I shall endeavour to give you some sort of account of
what has happened, but the full and complete story must wait until
the actors have time to tell it, when the work is completed.
It will be a story which, for its insane and criminal madness,
has never been nor can be equalled in history.
There are those who speak of warnings and indications of the coming
storm. To most of whom I have spoken it came as a bolt from the
It was Bank Holiday, and consequently most of the places of business
were closed. The presence of numbers of Irish Volunteers in the
town attracted no attention; it was thought that they were only
going to have an ordinary parade. These “Irish Volunteers”
must not be confused with the “Irish National Volunteers.”
The numbers of this latter body have dwindled away, as the majority
have joined the Irish Divisions in the British Army. A few turned
aside to the Irish Volunteers, which are dominated partly by the
Syndicalists but chiefly by the “Sinn Fein” movement.
At one o’clock on Bank Holiday there was a preconcerted
movement. The Post Office was filled with people, when suddenly
the building was occupied by Irish Volunteers, who carried their
rifles in their hands. Every soldier in uniform who appeared to
be in the Post Office was seized and held as a prisoner. The upper
windows were broken, and soon the rebels were firing on every
solider who could be seen in the streets.
In the meantime the rebel flag had been run over the Post Office,
and the Metropole Hotel, which is next door, was seized. Every
tram car was stopped and turned crosswise on the rails. Motor
cars were seized, their tyres punctures, and then they were piled
The object of seizing the Post Office seems to be that of cutting
off all communication with the outside world. For a time it succeeded.
At the other end of the city, on St Stephen’s Green, other
parties of rebels turned everybody out of the gardens and locked
the gates. Then they started to dig trenches and start firing
at every officer and soldier they saw, most of whom were unarmed.
It is said that two officers were shot while looking out of the
windows of the Shelbourne Hotel.
Other points of the city seized by the rebels were the College
of Surgeons on St Stephen’s Green, Messrs Jacobs’
biscuit factory, some large buildings on the south side of the
river, isolated houses at strategic points were also seized, and
loopholed for rifle-fire.
Consternation seized the peaceful
citizens. They were unarmed, and what could they do against thousands
of armed and desperate men who had suddenly raised the standard
of rebellion? Men and women broke into shops and looted their
contents. Here would be seen a man with an armful of boots, carefully
selecting the proper fit as he sat on the pavement. Women could
be seen in the jewellers’ shops making selections of rings
and brooches. Children did not forget the opportunity to get unlimited
sweets for nothing.
So the long night of Monday passed into the still more terrible
day of Tuesday. On that day the military forces of the Crown began
to take a hand in serious earnest. Reinforcements were rushed
up to Dublin. A military cordon was formed round the city. Martial
law was proclaimed, and the positions of the rebels were attacked.
The rebels at St. Stephen’s Green were cleared out completely,
and the others were driven in until they now hold only Sackville
street and a district at the other side of the river.
Many of the rebels have discarded their uniforms and taken to
the top floors of houses, from which they snipe the forces of
the Crown all day long.
Of the darker and more sinister side of the rebellion, if it be
possible to find out – it is yet too early to speak. What
is the connection of the events in Dublin with the foolish raid
of Sir Roger Casement? Who is financing this movement? Where did
the rebels get their stores and prodigious quantities of ammunition
they are firing away? Until we are permitted to leave the North
Wall any attempt to answer these questions must stand over.
I cannot at present hear of any disturbances in other parts of
Ireland. On the other hand, it is said that the Irish National
Volunteers are coming to the assistance of the Government in the
work of maintaining order. The terror-stricken population of Dublin
is cowering in its dwelling places, only hoping for this dreadful
nightmare of tragedy to pass away.
GREEN FLAG HOISTED.
(From “Llyod’s News.”)
Dublin, Friday Night (received on Saturday)
Almost simultaneously with the
seizure of the post office at noon on Monday, what appeared to
be an excursion train arrived at King’s Bridge Station,
and set down a large number of the rebels, who forthwith and without
opposition proceeded to join forces with others of the conspirators
in different parts of the city.
At St Stephen’s Green about the same time drivers of tramcars
and motor-cars were surprised to find themselves held up by Sinn
Feiners wearing green tunics, who proceeded to utilise the vehicles
as barricades, while in some instances they commandeered the cushions
of the cars to line the trenches which they had dug in the green.
Many bread vans were also captured in this district, and their
contents carried off to the different points at which the rebels
hoped to make a stand.
At the City Hall the rebels hoisted the Sinn Fein flag on the
pole where formerly the Union Jack had been fluttering in the
Some of the earliest fighting took place at Ballsbridge. There
was also a sortie near the Botanic Gardens.
On the main road leading from Kingstown to Merrion Square there
was also a good deal of fighting. The rebels seized a school room
and a small hall adjoining, and again hoisted the emblem of their
party. There was some cross-firing at this particular part.
One incident illustrates the nature of the opposition which the
military have to face. A ruse which the rebels adopt in some of
the outlying districts is to get into gardens, and when a body
of military pass they appear to be innocent workmen. Passersby
a little later, however, find that the hoe has become a rifle.
Many soldiers have been shot as a result of this stratagem.
These small outbreaks on the outskirts of the city, however, have
become exceedingly rare, and main interest centres in the Sackville
The Post Office, which was seized on Monday, is barricaded from
inside with bags and papers and all the available books. All the
windows of the building are smashed.
Jacob’s well-known biscuit factory was also one of the first
places seized, and the trouble there was accentuated by women
Their attempts to get refreshments in to the men were resisted
by their fellow workers who are loyalists, and several free fights
between the women are reported.
Sackville street has also been the scene of considerable looting.
The rebels broke into the shops as soon as they had established
themselves, and boots were being sold at threepence a pair.
Where poor women had no money, boots, clothing, etc., were distributed
free. The women in most cases were accompanied by their children,
and it was a quite common sight to see the little urchins walking
along carrying four or five sticks of “rock” and quantities
of other sweets.
The flat roofs of the houses afford excellent scope for the snipers,
who can either lie flat or hide behind the chimney stacks and
fire down on the military below.
In some of the tenements holes have been knocked through the walls
of the upper rooms, so that it is possible for the rebels to go
from one end of a tenement to the other without exposing themselves.
Liberty Hall, the seat and headquarters of the rebels, is now
no more. It was shelled by a gunboat from the Liffey. There was
practically no resistance. The green flag was soon flying among
the ruins, and when morning broke all that was left of the Larkin
headquarters was in the hands of the troops, who had rushed over
the demolished masonry with a cheer.
Gold Watches At 2s. 6d.
SACKVILLE STREET SHOPS BURNT OUT AND LOOTED
Mr. F. H. Mullings, of Caversham,
Reading, left Dublin on Friday evening. He told the following
story to a press representative in London:-
“From the quay at Kingstown – 8 miles from the city
– we could see a great fire burning, and we could hear plainly
the volley-fire of the rifles, the ping-ping-ping of the machine-guns.”
It was for all of us an extraordinary experience.
“Food is scarce in the district, even in Kingstown. The
jarveys there made a pile of money out of the travellers leaving
“In Sackville Street shops have been burnt or looted. Gold
watches were going for half-a-crown apiece, and it was a common
sight to see the womenfolk of the rebels trying on the latest
thing in hats in public.”
In one or two instances, the rioters have shot down women and
Opposite the Shelbourne Hotel, there lies still the carcase of
a horse shot on Tuesday, because this region has been too dangerous
to permit of its removal.
The rioters seized some of the hotels, as well as the principal
railway stations, with the exception of Amiens Street and Messrs
W and R Jacob and Co’s biscuit factory, which they have
used as a base for provisioning their men.
In the defence of the Post Office the Sinn Feiners have used machine
guns. Grafton Street was protected by a stiff wooden barricade,
and the approaches to St. Stephen’s Green were blocked by
lines of motor cars, which the rioters commandeered by threats
during last week-end. Several of these cars belong to Belfast.
The chauffeurs have returned home, and in more than one case they
put their cars out of action before leaving. One man deliberately
threw away several cans of petrol.
The insurgents in the first
hours of the struggle used the stolen cars freely for transport
purposes. One alleged to have been driven by the Countess Markievich,
a woman prominently identified with the Larkinites, was loaded
with rifles from an untenanted shop in Dame Street, and the weapons
were handed out to a band of men in the green uniforms of the
Volunteers, who began the assault on Dublin Castle.
Two motor cyclists were held
up a few miles outside the capital by men who covered them with
revolvers and forced them to give up their machines.
Armed insurgents ambushed the main roads at different points.
The conspirators used the word “Limerick” as a signal
and password. A considerable proportion of them were in civilian
dress but wore the Volunteer wideawake hats. These men, like those
in uniforms, had rifles and revolvers, and belts stuffed with
Outside the chief buildings and in many parts of the city the
rebels posted the proclamation referred to by Lord Midleton in
the House of Lords.
Witnesses of the original attack on the Post Office at noon on
Monday place the force here at 160 or 180. Four other companies
of rebels, ranging from 150 to 200 men, seized other important
centres, including the “Daily Express and Evening Mail office,
and the Law Courts.
At the Law Courts the rebels indulged in a mad orgy of destruction.
They sacrificed many valuable books from the reference library
and tore up quantities of documents.
Every since the trouble broke out the principal shops in Dublin
have been barred and shuttered and business is confined to the
The licensed houses are closed by order of the authorities.
The riots have been accompanied by much wanton damage to property,
Yesterday a raid was made on a boot shop, and the strange spectacle
was presented of a row of men and women helping themselves to
the stock and sitting outside the premises in a row trying on
new boots and shoes.
HEAVY MACHINE GUNFIRE.
TROOPS CAPTURE RIOTERS
Dublin, Friday Morning 10 a.m.
Firing has been going on during
the whole of the night but this morning matters are rather quieter.
Fires were blazing during the night. It looked as though the southern
end of Sackville street must have suffered heavily. At four o’clock
this morning the sky was lit up with reflections of the flames,
which extended along Sackville street and down the quays to the
Firing went on until the early morning. At one o’clock,
and at half past four, there was a terrific outburst of machine
gunfire outside our hotel – the North Western. It was directed
against the houses north of the London and North Western station,
whence sniping shots were continually coming.
Before this was carried out the houses had been searched, and
the women and children removed to a church near by.
Several prisoners have been captured.
I can obtain no information as to the number of lives lost during
the rebellion. Stories have filtered through to the effect that
near the Post Office the ground was littered with the bodies of
rebels who had been killed.
There was some determined fighting last night before the military
were able to advance up Sackville street.
It is becoming clearer that this rebellion of the Sinn Feiners
will be short-lived – the back of it is broken. Yet it will
be long remembered. Nothing more dramatic has occurred throughout
the war. The rebels are fighting against the inevitable; all their
strongholds are being surrounded. Already the “Irish Republic”
has gone down to a futile and ignominious end. It died practically
at birth. There are probably now 5,000 armed insurrectionists
wearing the slate-green uniform so closely resembling the German.
All last night the skies were illuminated by the big fire in Sackville
Street. Maxim and machine guns rattled away, and at times seemed
as if they were right in the hotel where we were stretched out
on the floors to gain protection. The fire ate its way through
several blocks, and although it was a costly method, it served
to drive out the Sinn Feiners like so many rats from an old mill.
Faced by a choice of fire or bullets most of them chose, the latter
death as the better of two evils, thought some sniped away till
they were asphyxiated. The military and the fire brigade did heroic
work in keeping the fire from becoming a great conflagration.
Silhouetted against the sky stood the domes of buildings, church
steeples and the Nelson Monument, making a weird sight. Several
times there were loud explosions and tremendous showers of sparks
falling like rain from an umbrella. This morning dense clouds
of smoke are still rising from the burned area.
Today a systematic search is being made by the military of all
suspected districts. All men found in houses are being arrested
and imprisoned in churches, railway stations, or warehouses.
Young Irishmen are very volatile. Their range of emotions is great.
From the crest of so called patriotism they drop quickly to the
depths of despair. It is the natural reaction. They don’t
look or act like martyrs this chilly grey Friday morning. They
are just poor, plain Irish lads, huddled together like so many
sheep in the stock yards. There is no Victoria Cross for those
fellows. Brave they were, without doubt, but they are the victims
of misguided judgment. They deserve no sympathy. They will get
little. But one cannot help thinking what deeds of valour they
might have done had they faced Germans with British, instead of
British with German rifles!
Let me state emphatically – Government’s firm stand
has sounded the death-knell of the rebellion. It will be a long
day, if ever, before Sinn Feiners or any kindred organisation
attempt an insurrection such as this fiasco. When the final figures
are announced it will be seen that much Irish blood has been shed
needlessly. The people are already feeling the pangs of hunger
as the result of food shortage, due to the rebellion.
After a talk with a few civilians and a brief study of the faces
of frightened, worried and dazed women, huddled in doorways, I
judge there is little sympathy for rebellion of any kind. Someone
sadly deluded and misled the Irish Volunteers for their cause
is hopeless from the start. None except men grossly misguided
by false promises would begin so plainly futile an uprising. James
Connolly, naturalised American, for long Secretary to James Larkin,
is reported killed at the Post Office, where he fortified himself
strongly. Peter Pearse, headmaster St Enda’s Gaelic School,
who was proclaimed “President” of the Irish Republic,
is also reported to have been wounded. The Republic is shot to
pieces. All the spirit of rebellion is gone.
Gloucester street was the scene of bitter fighting, many rebels
being killed. Martial law drives most from the streets. In company
with other members of our party I strolled down the street yesterday
morning, but the moment we stepped from behind the wall, which
makes a fine barricade, the whistle of bullets made us hasten
our steps. A little further we witnessed the storming of a sniper.
Here we turned back to the hotel, which was proved the best grand
stand for a contest doomed only to one conclusion.
For purely spectacular purposes nothing I have seen compares with
the bombardment of the Irish Republican flag on the cupola of
a building nearly a mile away from this hotel. Fully fifty shells
burst around the cupola. A cinema of this side show would have
been worth thousands.
Vivid Pen Picture
(From the “Weekly Despatch”).
Everything goes to point to
the fact that the Dublin rising was a carefully- thought-out,
well-planned affair, the finishing touches to which were given
during the week-end when secret meetings of the organisation were
All night the rebels, calling themselves the “Irish Republican
Army,” and under the command of James Connolly, the Irish
Syndicalist leader, who was Jim Larkin’s right hand man,
began to pour into the city from all directions. Most of them
were decorated with green sashes, and seemed to be labouring under
At a pre-arranged signal, exactly at midday, a detachment of rebels
broke into an empty shop in Dame street, Dublin , which had previously
been loaded with rifles and ammunition, and quickly transferred
the stores into a commandeered motor car, buildings in the neighbourhood
were seized, and the roofs used as points from which soldiers
who passed were shot at.
Meanwhile adjacent gun shops had been looted and their contents
distributed to followers of Connolly, who were easily to be distinguished
by the green uniforms they wore, with bandoliers complete. Those
who were not wearing uniforms were provided with haversacks and
water bottles, and rifles with fixed bayonets.
The rebels made for Sackville street, where the tallest buildings
were seized and quickly thrown into a state of defence, and then
three companies strong, the rioters, who were assisted in many
cases by frenzied women who fetched and carried their ammunition
and helped to distribute well-filled bandoliers to hundreds of
young fellows who came in from the outskirts of the city to join
the rebels, made for the Post Office, which soon fell into their
While these preparations for withstanding a siege by the military
were taking place the work of cutting off Dublin from telegraphic
communication with the outside world was being effectively accomplished.
The telegraphic plant was abolished, the instruments brutally
smashed, the wires cut, and the telephone communications dismantled.
PALL OF SMOKE
BUILDINGS ON FIRE
Artillery at Work
Dublin, Thursday (received yesterday)
The rebels are fighting with
the courage of despair, and, recklessly, they have taken little
precaution to prevent risk to the civilian population.
The city to day presented a remarkable spectacle. Under martial
law, the miliary have taken entire charge of the town, and hardly
a civilian was to be seen in the thoroughfares.
Every shop was shut down, practically every door was kept closed,
and everywhere as at every hour there were the constant report
of rifle firing, intermingled with the sharp rat-tat-tat of the
machine guns and the louder booms of heavy artillery.
For three and a half days Dublin has been held, in throes of warfare.
Great buildings had been set on fire, dense smoke hanging like
a black pall in the sky.
Sniping was, perhaps the most nerve wracking of the several operations
carried on. Every large and tall building I the fighting area
– those surrounding Sackville street and Brunswick street
– held its snipers, picked shots. The opening of a window
or the raising of a blind meant a bullet, and the meaning of this
can be guessed, when it is stated that the writer during the short
space of an hour, witnessed no fewer than eight bullets flatten
themselves upon the walls of the hotel in which he was staying.
A Sinn Fein gun was discharged, and there came an instant reply
from the loyal rifle, and then a short lull after which the practice
was repeated. At intervals came the sounds of machine gun fire.
So the dreary day passed on. None except the authorities knew
the results. There was an electrical current in the air. What
had been done, what was being done, was necessarily known only
to a few, and the populace had … to wait in silence.
Yesterday the military authorities had completed their line round
the rebels where the outbreak occurred, and fully established
their ascendancy over their adversaries.
Today all the openings to the adjoining streets were guarded by
troops who escorted the few civilians hardy enough to venture
out away from the disturbed areas.
The rebels had in their possession practically the whole of Sackville
street, which was heavily barricaded, and which includes the fine
buildings of the General Post Office and of the Metropole and
Imperial Hotel, and the large flour mill in the Brunswick street
area upon the opposite side of the river. They were also in possession
of their entrenched position in St Stephen’s Green.
Dead bodies lying about within their lines testified to the nature
of the fighting. Today it was the duty of the troops to drive
them out of their positions, and the men entered upon their task
with a vigour and courage beyond all praise.
It is conclusively proved that the Sinn Feiners’ weapons
were not uniform, even shot guns were employed, and their recklessness
in regard to danger to life of civilians is shown by the fact
that an American and English journalist, when endeavouring to
pass along the North Wall, were potted at by the snipers. The
bullet embedded itself in the wall within a dangerously close
distance of their heads.
Mr. Birrell, the Chief Secretary, who arrived in Dublin in the
early hours of the morning, after a capital passage, was greeted
by the sound of the rifle shots of the opposing forces. He stood
for some minutes on deck, listening to the report of the rifles,
and observing the remarkable scenes around him, and then left
in a car. Before entering he turned to the small knot of special
correspondents behind him, and remarked: “Well! Good luck
to you.” His good wishes, however, were somewhat discounted
when he added with a lugubrious smile: “But I’m sure
I don’t know what is to become of you.”
The view certainly was not a cheerful one for Mr Birrell to look
upon. Instead of the usual busy scenes to be witnessed upon the
North Wall, with the docks loading and unloading ships at the
quay side, the Chief Secretary saw the wide thoroughfare absolutely
deserted except for the military.
Near the Custom House stood the ruins of Liberty Hall, a notorious
head-quarters of Sinn Feiners, which had been destroyed the day
The constant cracking of the snipers’ rifles continued.
There was no rest. War and anarchy were predominant, and so on
through the night. The rebels, with a persistency worthy of a
better cause, continued to fire vigorously hour after hour, and
with a devilish cruelty swept some of the thoroughfares with traverse
or circling fire in the hope that some stray bullet might find
its billet somewhere. It did not matter to them whether that billet
was the body of a soldier or a civilian.
Our troops were by no means inactive. They sent among the rebels
whenever they could be spotted a hail of lead, which quickly made
them make a change of quarters. This they evidently did with extreme
rapidity, their perfect knowledge of their surroundings enabling
them quickly to make off to another spot, there to commence all
FIGHT FOR STEPHEN’S GREEN
(From the “Weekly Despatch” Special Correspondent.)
“The Sinn Feiners entrenched
themselves on St. Stephen’s Green and held their ground
against the soldiers for some time. At last the solders managed
to get a machine-gun into one of the upper rooms of the Shelbourne
Hotel. From this point they commanded the Sinn Fein defences and
were able to pour in a deadly fire, scooping rebels out like shelling
peas from a pod.
“As soon as the Green was clear the whole affair became
like the Sydney St battle against the Anarchists on a large scale.
The Sinn Feiners took to the houses and fired from the windows
and roofs, while the soldiers took what cover they could and returned
“Splendid work was done by one of the battalions. There
was one company in action which must have included a large number
of men who had only just joined. They went for the Sinn Feiners
with the bayonet, and took their own punishment like men.
“Several nests of Sinn Feiners were cleared.
“The great event of Tuesday was the cleaning up of Liberty
hall. A sloop up the Liffey shelled the place to pieces, knocking
everything into a cocked hat, and a lot of the Sinn Feiners with
Day and Night Fights.
AMMUNITION IN CASES MARKED AS “MARGARINE”.
A young Irishman who had been
visiting his parents in the Ranelagh quarter, and who left Dublin
on Friday, told the following to a press representative in London.
“I saw the rebels’ trenches in St Stephen’s
Green, and the shops burned in Sackville street. When I left a
fire had been raging there for the past 48 hours.
“On Friday the rebels still had the General Post Office
and Jacob’s biscuit factory. I am told that a large number
of cases of ammunition were taken there some time ago labelled
“Margarine”. Forces of troops are now in the city.
The fighting continues night and day. One day I went into the
City of Dublin Hospital in Baggot St and saw many soldiers and
policemen lying there with wounds in the head and arms. When I
asked one of them where the fighting was fiercest he replied –
“Northumberland road: that was the hotbed.”
Mr. Redmond’s Attitude
The Press Association is authorised
to state that Mr. Redmond has placed himself absolutely at the
disposal of the authorities and is in constant touch with them.
He has instructed the Irish National Volunteers in all parts of
Ireland to hold themselves at the disposal of the military authorities.
In many places besides Dublin they have already on their own motion
mobilised in support of the troops. Yesterday the Tipperary Volunteers
offered their services.