THE DUBLIN REVOLT.
“TO SAVE SLAUGHTER OF UNARMED PEOPLE.”
HOW THE G.P.O. WAS TAKEN.
MANY DEAD IN THE STREETS.
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 exite from the town, by armed parties, and the various
bridges about the town are closely guarded against any possible
attempt at damage.
Yesterday afternoon, a young man names 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 county Clare.
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.
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 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
Last night we received the following official communication:-
Yesterday, the Sinn Féin leader, Jas Connolly unconditionally
surrendered to the General Officer, commander-in-chief in Ireland.
The leaders, anxious to avoid further bloodshed, have signed a
motion to other leaders and their parties both in Dublin and in
the country, calling on them to surrender as their cause in hopeless.
These notices are being circulated by the Royal Irish Constabulary
to all 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 Féin Party at and
about Ashbourne and Swords and from Wexford to verify the fact
of the above surrender with a view to their immediate 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.
The following is a copy of an
order issued from the Irish Command Headquarters to be circulated
by R.I.C. :-
Sinn Féin Rebels in the area of Capel Street, Great Britain
Street and Lower Gardiner Street, are completely surrounded by
a cordon of troops, which is gradually closing on the centre.
The troops, assisted by artillery, are gradually overcoming the
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, Jas. Connolly, is 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 the rebels.
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 Féiners 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 that 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 surrounded 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 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
blue. It was Bank Holiday, and consequently most of the places
of business were closed. The presence of numbers of Irish Volunteers
in 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 Division 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
soldier 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 punctured, and then they were piled into barricades.
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
away 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, Messers Jacob’s
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 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 around 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? Whence
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.
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 Dublin. In Sackville street
shops have been burned 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 children.
Opposite the Shelbourne Hotel, there lies still the carcass of
a horse shot on Tuesday, because this region has been too dangerous
to permit its removal. The rioters seized some of the hotels,
as well as the principal railway stations, with the exception
of Amiens street, and Messers 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.
GREEN FLAG HOISTED
(From “Lloyd’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 breeze. 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 schoolroom
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 street area.
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 taking sides. 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
Sackville street had 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 lying 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.
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 cartridges. 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. Ever since the trouble broke
out the principal shops in Dublin have been barred and shuttered,
and business is confined to the suburbs. The licensed houses are
closed by order of the authorities. The riots have been accompanied
by much wanton damage to property, and looting. 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
FIGHT FOR STEPHEN’S GREEN.
(From the “Weekly Dispatch”
“The Sinn Feiners entrenched themselves on St. Stephen’s
Green and held their ground against the soldiers for some time.
At last the soldiers managed to get a machine gun into one of
the upper rooms of the Shelbourne Hotel. From this point they
commanded the Sinn Fein defence 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 the fire.
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 it.
HEAVY MACHINE GUNFIRE.
TROOPS CAPTURE RIOTERS.
Dublin, Friday Morning, 10 a.m.
Firing had 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 thought the southern end of Sackville
street must have suffered heavily. At four 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 not 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 floor 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, though 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.
To-day 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 pure plain Irish lads, huddled together
like so many sheep in the dockyards. There is no Victoria Cross
for these fellows. Brave they were, without doubt, but they were
the victims of misguided judgement. 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, Sinn Feiners or any kindred organisation attempt
an insurrection such as this fiasco. When the final figures are
announced it will be see[n] 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
[sic] 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 has 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 held. All night
the rebels, calling themselves the “Irish Republic Army”,
and under the command of Jas. Connolly, the notorious Syndicalist,
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 tremendous excitement.
At a pre-arranged signal exactly at mid-day, 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
hands. Here the rebels strongly entrenched themselves, barricading
windows with mail bags, and any furniture that came to their hands.
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 demolished, 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 military 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 and at every hour there were the constant reports
of rifle firing, intermingled with the sharp rat-a-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
in the fighting areas – 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
that 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
perforce to wait in silence. Yesterday the military authorities
had completed their line around the rebels where the outbreak
occurred, and fully established their ascendancy over their adversaries.
To-day 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. To-day 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 as shown by the fact that an American and an 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 to 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 Customs House stood the ruins of Liberty Hall, a notorious
head-quarters of Sinn Feiners, which had been destroyed the day
before. 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 if that billet
was the body of a soldier or civilian. Our troops were by no means
inactive. They sent among the rebels whenever could be spotted
a ?? or 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 over again.
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
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.