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Irish Post Countess Markievicz

Countess Markievicz © Irish Post

Does anything ever evolve our abilities, imagination, humanity, vision? On this centenary of that day in Dublin, below is a quote from seventy years before even that. It could describe the last weeks.

“Why, on this day, the great battle was fought on this ground. On this ground where we now sit, where I saw my two girls dance this morning, where the fruit has just been gathered for our eating from these trees, the roots of which are struck in Men, not earth, – so many lives were lost, that within my recollection, generations afterwards, a churchyard full of bones, and dust of bones, and chips of cloven skulls, has been dug up from underneath our feet here. Yet not a hundred people in that battle knew for what they fought, or why; not a hundred of the inconsiderate rejoicers in the victory, why they rejoiced. Not half a hundred people were the better for the gain or loss. Not half-a-dozen men agree to this hour on the cause or merits; and nobody, in short, ever knew anything distinct about it, but the mourners of the slain.”

from The Battle of Life by Charles Dickens, 1846

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