The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1916-09-16

looming greenly through the windows.
An open desk Uttered with papers
was the first thing to catch the eye.
"The soldiers were in here" said
Mrs. Pearse. "The first time we ex-
pected them. and had the place bar
ricaded and the guns ready. Then
the word came that the Republican
army had surrendered, and we knew
what to expect. We hid the guns. We
have them still"-her eyes flashed,
"but that is secret" There is Pat
rick's picture"-she looked longingly
at the picture hanging on the wall.
ooh, he was so clever. I wish you
could have heard him lecturing on
John Mitchell. 1t was his last. I was
not there, but l believe he surpassed
himself"
''The mayor of New York is a
grandson of that same John Mitchell"
interrupted.
"And they say the Irish are not fit
to govern themselves" she exclaimed.
Here are group Of our college boys,
some of them were in the Risin'. You
know my son founded this college for
the making Of Irishmen. He wrote
plays in Gaelic and the boys took
part in them. I am going to carry on
the work." she said proudly. II
know that God will give me the
strength and power. The school will
shortly be opened" then she said
these remarkable words.
ireland is awake, she will never
sleep again. A fire has been rekin-
died which will never be extinguished.
Ireland will resume her place among
the nations"
Had your son Patrick any other
love but Ireland?"
"Patricks love was called Ireland"
she said with sad little smile. at
was born in him. He had no fear
Of death, all he feared was dishonor.
And they tried to dishonor him when
they shot him and destroyed his body
in quicklime, and buried his bones
with criminals"
us it true that you were not per.
mitted to see him before he was exc
cuted?" l asked.
Il did not see him. They threw
him into cell without even a plank
bed and no covering-my boy who
was reared so tenderly. Many a
night l used to slip into his room to
see that he was comfortable Just as
did when he was small boy"
did you know on that Easter Sun.
day morning that the time had arrived
for decisive action?"
II did," she answered. What is
more had a premonition for fort.
night before that something was 60
ing to happen. My daughter had the
same feeling. On Sunday evening
two weeks before the rebellion start.
ed, my boys and their sister were sit.
ting here with me. was trying to
write u poem in memory of Aunt
Kate who died short time before.
Somehow l couldn't write line, an
overpowering feeling Of calamity
weighed me down. Now and again l
would glance at my boys and my eyes
would cloud with tears. My daughter
left the room to dress for the Mitchell
lecture which Patrick was to deliver
What are you looking so worried
about, mother?" asked Patrick.
Nothing, made haste to answer.
I am trying to write poem and the
thoughts won't come. Will you write
it for me? Write it as If it were
written by me.
HE looked at me strangely for a
moment but did not answer and left
the room without a word. My daugh-
ter came in dressed for the lecture.
Mother she whispered, I have a
dreadful foreboding that something is
going to happen. didn't want the
boys to notice how badly am feeling
so put on my prettiest Dress When
Patrick was leaving the room. prior
to going to the meeting. he said.
Mother. I am going to write you that
mann, Won knovv tho traRic circNm.