IRELAND In the wild glens of Antrim and in the villages, those who listened hard into the wind swore they heard the banshees wailing. On the turbulent streets of Belfast women knelt, keening and praying, and down in Dublin the Government of Eire proclaimed a day of mourning.
Symbol of the grief was an unperturbed lad of 19 with an English name, Thomas Williams, who had lived in mediocrity and who died (by the rope) in glory, saying he died for Ireland. By the murder of a Belfast policeman last Easter Sunday morning, Thomas and five friends, said to be...
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