Page 2, 17th November 1939

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Page 2, 17th November 1939 — TERENCE MacSWINEY'S DEATH An Unfounded Suggestion

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TERENCE MacSWINEY'S DEATH An Unfounded Suggestion

From 11. W. Nevinson, LL.D., Litt.D.

Sra,—A correspondent writes to me protesting against a few words used by Mr F. R. Hoare in your issue of November 3. He tells me that Mr Hoare, referring to his diary of September, 1920, quotes from it: " The Lord Mayor of Cork (Terence MacSwiney) was in the 49th day of what was believed to be a hungerstrike in an English prison." My correspondent regards the words " believed to he," " shabby and cruel." Whether Mr Hoare intended the words to be so I cannot say, but otherwise he seems to have been understating the fact. I followed the long course of Mac. Swiney's imprisonment in Brixton Gaol with extreme indignation. Together with Professor Stockley, of Cork 'University, I spoke to a crowd outside the gaol. With a committee under the chairmanship of Lord Henry Bentinck we appealed to the Prime Minister, Mr Bonar Law, but he informed us that the Cabinet's decieion for the Lord Mayor's death was absolute, and on October 25 he died. It was the 74th day of his hunger-strike. I followed his coffin through the streets of London to Eueton. As the Government would not allow it to land in Dublin, it was taken to Cork, where I saw it lying open in what was then the beautiful City Hall (soon afterwards burnt down by the Black-and-Tans). The exposed face of the dead man was yellow-pale, wasted to extreme thinness, but fine and resolute—the face of a poet as well as a patriot. With a body of other university graduates, I joined in the long procession through Cork to St. lainnbarr's cemetery, carefully watched all the way by English armed forces with machine guns. Arthur Griffith spoke over the grave, and in conclusion bade us be consoled, "for Joan of Arc has now welcomed a comrade into heaven."

Throughout the whole of those days I never heard a question as to the reality of the fatal fast or its duration.

HENRY W. NEI/11130N.

4, Downside Crescent, Hampstead, N.W.3.

[The contc.rt shows that Mr le. R. Hoare teas referring to a diary of 1980 and quoting its substance. ••eDoubt in such, a diary about the exact nature of art event in the news is understandable. There is no suggestion in the article that the doubt was justified, and Mr Hoare, we imagine, did not think it worth stressing what is, of course, a matter of history.—Eterreell

Cruel Allegation

ifrom. Profeeenr Storkiey Ste,—Even English readers may have noted with some anger or sorrow that no longer ago than November 3, 1939, a writer in the CAritokic I-Isaia,o should speak with cruelty of Terence Mac8wIney—if thus is the writer's intent—and should say: On September 30, 1920, "The Lord Mayor of Cork was in the 49th day of what was believed to be a hunger etrike in an English prison." If the. meaning is, as it read to me, then the French writer may be recalled, against such beings as cannot forgive those whom they have wronged. W. STOCKLEY. Cork.

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