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FOREWORD ------ vii 




II. IN THE NURSERY - - - - - l8 

III. CHILDHOOD - - - - - 26 


V. AT WISHAW'S - - - - - 47 



I. THE FENIANS - - - - - 67 

II. NEARLY MARRIED - - - - 73 




VII. Charley's entrance into politics - - 119 

vin. first blood - - - - - ^33 

IX. in parliament - - - - - 141 

X. OBSTRUCTION - - - - - 1 49 
XI. A TRIUMPHAL TOUR - - - - - I56 

XII. LEADER AT LAST - - - - - 165 




I. MY brother's personality - - - 17I 

II. THE RIGHT TO LIVE - - - - 183 

III. IN PRISON ------ 193 

V. THE ARREARS ACT ----- 205 






III. Charley's betrayal _ - _ - 246 

IV. after the death ----- 254 

V. A VISION ------ 258 


A. Charley's superstitions - - - - 263 

B. Charley's influence in America - - 268 

C. AVONDALE industries - - - - 2yy 

D. where the tribute went to - - - 286 

E. A friend's appreciation - - - - 290 

F. the manifesto of 1890 - - - - 294 

G. - - __--- 302 


Though it is not possible that anything I may 
write will add to the lustre that circles the name 
of Charles Stewart Parnellj or deepen the affection 
in which that name is held by Irishmen all over 
the world, still, as a Cork man and a devoted and 
life-long follower of the illustrious Tribune, and 
as one who was honoured with his acquaintance 
for many years, I would desire in this foreword to 
pay a sincere, if humble, tribute to his memory. 
Mr. Parnell found his countrymen in serfdom; he 
aroused them from theii lethargy, he raised them 
up and made them determined and self-reliant. 
He awakened hope in a crushed and despondent 
people, he devoted his life to their cause, and he 
showed them the way to liberty. The genius of 
Parnell revolutionized procedure in the British 
Parliament, and the methods which his brain 
designed bear the hall-mark of perfect statesman- 
ship. His brilliance as a leader was not less re- 
markable. Gifted with a keen insight into affairs, 
he was superficially cold, unemotional, and appar- 
ently detached. He utilized to the fullest these 



remarkable qualities, but nothing could conceal 
his burning love of his country and of his country- 
men. Parnell the calm, calculating statesman 
and politician has been pictured and described 
by many writers, but few have penetrated the 
armour that concealed the real man. The in- 
scrutable, sphinx-like Irish gentleman, who was 
in habit and manner diametrically opposed to 
what Britons conceived to be the typical Irish- 
man, mystified his political opponents and critics. 
They could not understand Parnell, neither could 
they comprehend how it was that he, whom they 
regarded as being essentially un-Irish in his 
personality, could awaken the wildest enthusiasm 
in his feUow-countrymen. They only knew that 
he was beloved by Irishmen, that he lived in their 
hearts, that he dominated political thought in 
Ireland, and that his word was a supreme law to 
its people. Parnell has been appropriately de- 
scribed as " the Uncrowned King " of Ireland, 
and while he lived that descriptive phrase was 
true. Now that he is dead, the Irish people have 
placed a nation's diadem on his brow, and as long 
as the shamrock grows in Irish ground they will 
honour his name and his memory. 

Parnell the statesman was known, respected 
and possibly feared, in the British Parliament; 


Parnell the Patriot was idolized in Ireland. And 
if I may develop this view a little further, I would 
add, with a full knowledge and a personal 
acquaintance with the facts, that nowhere in 
Ireland was Parnell' s genius more appreciated, 
and nowhere was he held in greater affection, than 
in the city of Cork, which he represented in Parlia- 
ment for many years. In this work Mr. John 
Howard Parnell writes of his brother from what 
might be termed the " personal point of view,'* 
and, as the book speaks for itself, it is not necessary 
to say more than that it will be welcomed and 
warmly appreciated by Irishmen in all parts of 
the globe, as well as by everyone who has admired 
the Titanic political achievements of one of 
Ireland's most devoted and illustrious sons. 
During my three years of of&ce as Mayor of Cork, 
I was in constant and intimate touch with Mr. 
Parnell, and I saw him and knew him, if I may so 
express it, " behind the scenes." The more I 
explored the depths of his mighty mind, and the 
more I realized the attributes of his character, 
the greater my esteem — I might say my affec- 
tion — grew for the patriot whose every thought 
was for his country's welfare. Two things that 
impressed themselves on me were his intense 
interest in everything that helped to establish or 


develop Irish industries, and his absolute detesta- 
tion of any British intermeddling, which in many 
instances tended to hamper such Irish industries 
as already existed. Mr. Parnell's view was that 
British-made laws affecting trade and commerce 
were drafted and designed mainly to suit British 
conditions, and little or no consideration was 
given to the effect that such laws might have upon 
Irish industries. He knew that in Ireland the 
conditions were different, and he always insisted 
that Irishmen themselves were the best judges 
of what their country required. The Home Rule 
principle was constantly in his mind, and his 
first thought regarding every general legislative 
measure was, " How will it affect Ireland?" An 
instance occurred over twenty years ago which 
illustrates Mr. Parnell's extreme interest in the 
conservation of Irish industries. A millers' strike 
was in progress in Cork, when I was called to 
London on urgent business. Meeting Mr. Parnell 
in the House of Commons, he asked me to return 
immediately, and to use every effort to terminate 
the dispute. " Try and end it at once," he said. 
" We have very few Irish mills at work — ^let us 
endeavour to keep what we have." 

The people of Cork have always taken pride in 
the fact that Parnell represented their city in 


Parliament, and that he was enrolled an Honorary 
Burgess of their ancient municipality. An affec- 
tionate regard for his name is still characteristic 
of the people who live within earshot of Shandon 
Bells; and Cork men, in common with their country- 
men in Ireland or in exile, will always pay dutiful 
homage to the memory of the man who served 
his country so faithfully and well. While a stone 
stands on a stone in the city that Finn Barr 
founded, the most cherished heritage of its 
citizens will be the glorious name of Charles 

Stewart Parnell. 


Mayor of Cork, 1 890-1 892. 
Cork, 1914. 



" Oh ! he stands beneath the sun, the glorious Fated One, 
Like a martyr or conqueror, wearing 
On his brow a mighty gloom — be it glory, be it doom. 
The shadow of a crown it is bearing." 

Lady Wylde. 



The Avondale Tea-House. 

I begin the life of my brother, Charles Stewart 
Parnell — or, as I cannot help calling him, Charley 
— in a small cosy room in the old tea-cottage on 
the banks of the Avonmore, near the Meeting of 
the Waters on my brother's demesne at Avon- 

This cottage took the place of the historical tea- 
house, of which two rooms are left in a somewhat 
ruined state. The old tea-house stood on the 
same spot two hundred years ago, and was then 
the rendezvous for all the Wicklow nobility and 
gentry, who came there to drink tea when on a 
visit to the Parnell and Hayes families. I re- 
member specially that Lord and Lady Wicklow 
used to drive round there to recall old memories 
on their way to visit my mother. My brother 
Charley always called in there on his daily walk 
down to the sawmills. 



While the original tea-house has practically dis- 
appeared, the old trees and shrubs all remain, as 
well as young trees planted since by my brother 
during his ownership. One feature is the im- 
mense old silver firs — the largest in Ireland. 

As I write this [in 1905] on a fishing visit, they 
stand there, looking as if they kept lonely guard 
with their funereal plumes, sorrowing, as it were, 
for the departed tea-drinkers and the ancient 
associations of Avondale. 

This cottage is built on the banks of the beauti- 
ful River Avonmore, about half a mile from 
Charley's old home of Avondale. The road from 
Avondale winds in and out along a charming 
wooded valley, with the demesne meadows be- 
tween the woods and the cottage, and is looking 
its best on this beautiful spring day. 

The young lambs are gambolling around; the 
rooks are building their nests in the fine old 
beeches, offsprings of the former generations of 
rooks who used to circle round the old tea-drinkers ; 
the wood-pigeons are cooing in the silver firs; the 
pines are sighing overhead; and through the trees 
I can hear the singing of the waters meandering 
along the river's rocky bed. It is no wonder that 
I should feel inspired in these lovely surroundings 
to begin the writing of my brother's life, where 
many a time I used to come in search of the wary 
trout while he looked on. Meanwhile I am wait- 
ing solitary for the time to come for me to go out 


and cast the fly, and the memories of old associa- 
tions crowd upon me. 

Whilst writing here I seem to feel my brother's 
presence so near me. His portrait that looks 
down upon me from the wall was placed there by 
Mr. Michael Merna, his devoted sawmill manager, 
who lived here. This picture was a newspaper 
cartoon issued on the first anniversary of Charley's 
death. It represents my brother attacked by 
wolves, and asking his country not to fling him 
to them until it has got his full value, showing 
how prophetic were these words ; for not only was 
he flung to the wolves, but his beautiful home of 
Avondale as well. 

Little did Charley think, when he and I used to 
ramble here during our man}/ periods of com- 
panionship throughout his varied career, that 
Irish politics and his endeavours to make a new 
Ireland, and free her white slaves from the land- 
owners, would cause such a change. Little did he 
expect to see his home in the hands of the English 
Government, under the Board of Agriculture, and 
the estate worked by English and Scotch labourers. 

An Explanation. 

I may say at once that this book is intended 
rather as a memoir than a history of my late 

The salient points of his striking career have 


often been recounted, and I shall pass over them 
very lightly, devoting attention more to the causes 
which inspired and directed them. 

What I aim at towards him is to be what 
Bourrienne was to Napoleon, rather than what 
Carlyle was to Frederick the Great — a humble 
follower of Boswell, elucidating character by 
seemingly trivial anecdotes, rather than a didactic 
historian, overwhelming his readers with dates 
and facts. 

I must, however, in order to explain the sub- 
sequent events and the gradual development of 
my brother's life, touch briefly on our family — 
their history, characteristics, and personal ap- 
pearance — and on Avondale, the charming home 
of our childhood in Wicklow, and my brother's 
seat after he came of age. 

So I freely grant that this opening chapter may 
be skipped over with a yawn, as verging on the 
dull. But I am afraid that it is necessary, and 
its dulness inevitable, as it contains the steel 
framework of facts on which the more fragile 
edifice of anecdote and psychology and comment 
is subsequently built. 

If a few inaccuracies may occur from time to 
time, I trust it will be remembered that I am 
looking back over a period of seventy years — one 
of the most eventful in the history of our nation — 
and that my own personal career (which I hope to 
describe in a subsequent volume) has been one 


spent in many lands, and includes wild and even 
thrilling adventures. It is hard now for me to 
look back through the dust of all that turmoil and 
see clearly with the recollection of yesterday. 

Ancestral Influences. 

A family history is rarely of very intense in- 
terest to those unconnected with the family itself. 
But the influence of the really outstanding char- 
acters of certain ancestors upon the later genera- 
tions is not only interesting, but important. 

Our family is derived from one Thomas Parnell, 
who was Mayor of Congleton in Cheshire during 
the reign of James I. He purchased an estate in 
Ireland, which descended (I skip the intervening 
branches of the family tree) to his great-grandson, 
the famous Sir John Parnell, whose father had 
been created a Baronet in 1766. 

Sir John threw himself heart and soul into Irish 
politics. A member of the Irish Parliament from 
1776 onwards, he held in succession the offices of 
Commissioner of Customs and Excise and Chan- 
cellor of the Exchequer. A sturdy supporter and 
defender of Grattan, he resisted to his utmost 
Pitt's scheme of legislative union. His death fol- 
lowed closely on the merging of the Irish Parlia- 
ment into the British one. 

His son, Sir Henry Parnell, created Lord Congle- 
ton in 1841, warmly opposed the continuance of 


the Irish Insurrection Act, on the ground that the 
necessity for such an extreme measure had passed, 
opposed the Bill for the suppression of the Catholic 
Association, and took a prominent part in obtain- 
ing Catholic Emancipation. He died in 1842, 
after having held the of&ces of Minister for War 
(under Lord Grey) and Paymaster-General of the 
Forces (under Lord Melbourne). 

By his wife. Lady Caroline Elizabeth Dawson, 
daughter of the Earl of Portarlington, he had 
five children, the youngest of whom, William, was 
our grandfather. 

The Fighting Commodore. 

Our mother, Delia Stewart, was the daughter of 
the American Nelson, Commodore Charles Stewart. 
His countless exploits, his indomitable bravery, 
and his many conflicts with and victories over the 
English fleet during the American War of Inde- 
pendence, are such that to recount them with any 
justice would need a volume to itself. 

The fact that the blood of one of America's 
greatest national heroes ran in my brother Charles's 
veins, in addition to the sympathy with which the 
Irish cause has always been received in that land 
of freedom, where so many of our brothers have 
been driven to a hospitable and even glorious 
exile, accounts for much of that reverence with 
which, during my own solitary experiences in 


America, I have found the name of Parnell re- 
ceived even among the most lawless and desperate 
characters. Those experiences, however, in which 
my brother did not participate, are, I think, more 
fittingly reserved for my account of my own life. 

Father and Mother. 

Our father travelled in America and Mexico at 
the age of twenty-one, finally meeting our mother 
in the latter country. 

After his marriage he settled at Avondale as a 
quiet country gentleman, keeping fine horses and 
hounds, and hunting with all the Wicklow gentry. 
He was very fond of agriculture, at which he was 
recognized as an expert, and gave great employ- 
ment to the people in reclaiming land at Avon- 
dale. He was a prominent magistrate and D.L. 
for Wicklow. High- tempered when aroused, he 
was of a quiet disposition as a rule. He was fond 
of shooting and preserving the game all over the 
country, and had his shooting-lodge at Augha- 
vannagh, an old military barracks in the mountains 
of Wicklow, where he often went to shoot. He 
was a very fine cricketer, and maintained a first- 
rate cricket club. 

My mother was the daughter of Commodore 
Charles Stewart, of the American Navy, to whose 
career I have already made a brief reference. She 
was considered an American beauty, and moved 


in the best of American society. She and her 
mother frequently accompanied her father on his 
voyages. A charming woman, brilHant in both 
pubhc and social life, she was also very generous 
amongst the poor. Among her other gifts, she 
was a very keen and clever politician, Charley 
taking after her in that respect, her prophecies as 
to our futures all having proved correct. The 
taste for art, which I have inherited from her, she 
possessed to a very marked degree, and was in 
addition extremely well-read and a brilliant con- 
versationalist. In appearance she was of medium 
height, with dark hair and bluish eyes. 

Our father and mother used to visit a great deal 
amongst the Wicklow families, Lord and Lady 
Wicklow, Lord and Lady Carysfort, and Lord and 
Lady Powerscourt, their relatives, being among 
their most intimate friends. 

My Brothers and Sisters. 

Our father had twelve children, whose names 
and the dates of whose births and deaths, as far 
as I remember, are given on p. ii. 

William, the eldest, died, as I have shown, 
before my own birth. 

Hayes, who died from consumption, which 
developed after a fall from his pony, was of dark 
complexion. He was a clever boy, being excep- 
tionally fond of mechanics and model shipbuild- 



ing, I had his watch after^his death, but gave it 
afterwards to my sister Anna. He was very quiet 
and studious, slightly built, and was called Hayes 
after Colonel Hayes, an intimate friend of our 

Henry Tudor I remember as a baby. He was 


Date of Birth. 

Date of Death. 

William Parnell 



Delia Parnell; married Mr. 

Thompson . . 



Hayes Parnell 



Emily Parnell; married (i) 

Captain Dickinson, (2) Cap- 

tain Ricketts 



John Howard Parnell ; married 

Mrs. Matier 



Sophy Parnell; married Alfred 





/June 27, 
\ 1846 

October 6, 

NELL; married Mrs. O'Sheaj 


Fanny Parnell 



Anna Parnell 



Theodosia Parnell ; married 

Captain Paget 



Henry Tudor Parnell ; married 

Miss Lonby . . 



Also one child, a boy, stillborn 

born in France, and had light auburn hair. I 
remember seeing him in my father's room pushing 
a chair before him when he was not more than 
two years old. He went through Cambridge, but 
was too nervous to pass his examination for a 
degree. He is a barrister, but does not practise. 
Charley comes after myself. When young he 


was a wiry little boy, very bright and playful, 
making fun of everybody and everything. He 
was fond of mechanics, like his elder brother, 
Hayes. He had dark brown hair, a pale com- 
plexion, very dark brown and very piercing eyes. 
His figure was slender, and he was very small for 
his age. He did not grow until late, and was 
nicknamed " Tom Thumb " at home. 

As for the girls, Delia was considered a great 
beauty. She had dark hair and complexion. She 
was educated in Paris, and brought up in French 
society. She married a rich American, Mr. Thomp- 
son, and had one son, Henry, who showed a great 
aptitude for music. He died of typhoid fever, 
and my sister Delia died from grief at the loss 
of her only son. 

Emily was always very fond of music, and 
played the piano extremely well. She was the 
family dancei, and used to teach me. She had 
as a girl a crossbar placed higher than herself, 
which she used to clear at a standing jump. She 
was a great favourite of her father's, but when 
she wanted to marry Captain Dickinson father 
objected and disinherited her, owing to the rumour 
circulated by people, that she had run away with 
him, which was absolutely untrue. She, however, 
ultimately married Captain Dickinson, and later 
Captain Ricketts. She had dark hair and eyes, 
and when young was very delicate. She was 
very fond of horses and donkeys, and went hunt- 


ing when quite young with Hayes and my 

Sophy was a beautiful bright-haired girl. She 
was educated in Paris, like Delia. She married 
Mr. McDermott, and had several children. Her 
death was due to nursing some of her children 
who were suffering from scarlet fever, which she 
caught from them. 

Fanny, the poetess of the family, and our blue- 
stocking sister, knew every book in the library at 
Avondale. She was a regular little Irish rebel. 
When in America, she took up the Ladies' Land 
League, and was Charley's favourite sister and 
chum. She had dark hair and hazel eyes, and 
was very witty. Her end, like that of many of 
our family, was a sudden one, she being found 
dead in bed at Bordentown. 

Anna was Fanny's special chum, and a fine 
painter. She studied art in England at the 
academies. She took up politics with Charley in 
the Irish cause, and, like Fanny, belonged to the 
Ladies' Land League. Her death was also a 
tragic one, for she was drowned accidentally three 
years ago. A real Irish patriot, she held up Lord 
Spencer's carriage in Dublin, when he was Lord 
Lieutenant, and made him promise certain con- 
cessions to Irish prisoners. She was dark-haired, 
with dark eyes, slight, of medium height, and 
delicate in constitution. 

Theodosia, the youngest, was a real society 


belle, though of a very quiet disposition. Unlike 
most of us, she did not take much part in politics. 
She married Captain Paget, of the Royal Navy, 
and had one son, and is living at present at Wey- 
bridge, England. 

The Home of Parnell. 

Avondale, the cradle of all our family, was given 
to the Parnell family by the late owner, Colonel 
Samuel Hayes (no relative of the Parnell family). 
It descended from Sir John Parnell to Charles 
Stewart Parnell, and thence to myself after 
Charley's death. 

It is beautifully situated on the top of a 
high hill, with the demesne lands and meadows 
sloping gently down to the Avonmore Valley, 
celebrated by Thomas Moore in his poems, and 
is about two miles from the celebrated Meet- 
ing of the Waters, so vividly described by 

The valley is well wooded, the River Avon run- 
ning down it a short distance from the house. 
There are magnificent views from Avondale of 
the valley and river and the opposite hills, with 
the old copper-mines and works in the distance. 
At the top of the lawn at Avondale is the cele- 
brated cricket-ground — a large level area, where 
many a game was played against the crack teams 
in Ireland. 


Next to the cricket-ground is a beautiful little 
cosy house called Casino, which was generally the 
home of the managers of the Avondale estate. 
The lawn round the cricket-field is surrounded by 
some of the finest beech, elm, and silver-fir trees 
to be found in Ireland. 

On the slope from the cxicket-lawn down 
to the house is the place where Charley and 
I used to play cricket with the work -boys 
in the evenings. He could not have been older 
than ten at the time, just beginning to learn 

From the turreted old gate-house at Avondale 
runs a fine winding avenue, lined with beautiful 
beech-trees, up to the house. 

The House of Avondale. 

The house itself is of old style, square structure, 
not imposing outside. There is a granite porch at 
the hall door, supported by large granite pillars. 
The back of the house is more imposing, as 
it is partly circular, rendered so by the bay- 
windows, which look out on the lovely scenery. 
It really ought to have been the front, had the 
architect any appreciation of the beauties of 

Taking the interior, before the furniture was 
removed after the sale, as you enter, a large hall 
as high as the house, and taking up at least one- 


third of the whole area, meets your view. On the 
inside of the door is inscribed the date when it 
was built by Colonel Hayes — 1777. In the hall 
were displayed the antlers of the largest Irish elk 
in existence, found near the house in one of the 
bogs on the estate. On the walls were sundry 
trophies from Canada and other parts of the 
world. The Irish colours of the Volunteers used 
to hang there, but are there no longer, having 
been lost. There were heads of deer and various 
inscriptions on the walls, the latter mostly of a 
Scriptural nature. A large billiard-table was also 
set in the hall. 

The library was a very fine room, where log 
fires were always burned. Bookshelves were all 
round the room, filled with works from all parts 
of the world. In the room were antique tables, 
chairs, and sofas. Scripture scenes and texts 
were on the walls. 

The drawing-room was a splendid room with a 
large bow-window looking out on the country- 
side. It was full of antique furniture, and very 
fine old oil-paintings, all of a Scriptural character, 
by celebrated artists. The chimney-piece was of 
marble, and the inlaid inscriptions were by the 
celebrated Italian painter Bossi, and were valued 
at £1,000. 

The parlour was an imposing room, every 
article of furniture being of mahogany, with fine 
chairs and tables and a magnificent sideboard. 


Once again inscriptions of Scripture were on the 

That concludes my somewhat detached remi- 
niscences of our old home, which now, since it has 
been converted into a School of Forestry under 
the Board of Agriculture, has much altered in 



Life in the Nursery. 

My first recollection of Charley was when he was 
about two or three years old, and an inmate of 
the nursery, from which I had not long been 
promoted. I faintly remember him toddling 
about in his baby clothes. 

When he grew a little older they wanted to put 
him into petticoats, but he created such an uproar 
that special breeches, made of the thinnest 
material, were provided for him, and also for 
myself. This was to make us hardy, as our 
father wanted to give each of us his own iron 
constitution. However, in the very cold weather 
our nether garments were plentifully coated with 
frost and icicles. 

Charley was immensely proud of his victory, 
and then refused to wear boots once he was clear 
of the house, kicking them off and walking bare- 
foot, especially in the snow I'm afraid I usually 
followed his example. 

One of poor Charley's most poignant griefs in 
his tender years was the frequent loss of his night- 


cap. His roars were incessant until it was found 
and safely fixed on his head. 

Charley once had a very narrow escape of 
having his career cut short before he had even 
learned how to talk. Our mother was nursing 
him one day, when a visitor was suddenly an- 
nounced. She hastily stowed away the future 
Irish leader in the drawer of a large press, which 
she closed without thinking, and hurried to the 
drawing-room. When the visitor left, about half 
an hour later, she found that she had clean for- 
gotten what she had done with Charley, and a 
frantic search was made, until muffled yells from 
the drawer where he was imprisoned resulted in 
his release. 

Mrs. Twopenny. 

His nurse, Mrs. Twopenny (invariably pro- 
nounced by us "Tupny''), was a tall, buxom 
Englishwoman, with dark hair and fine hazel eyes. 
She was very fond of the scenery around Avon- 
dale, and instilled a love of the country into me, 
which Charley, however, did not show until later 

Mrs. Twopenny, who was a most respectable 
woman, quite different from the succession of un- 
educated nurses who had charge of us elder 
children, was very firm with Charley, but at the 
same time very kind to him. She used to lead 
him by the hand on her favourite rambles through 


the woods. When he was naughty, which was 
pretty often, she gave him a few slaps, but not 
very hard ones, and he never was whipped. Even 
later, when he had indulged in some special piece 
of mischief, he was never actually castigated by 
our father, but only shut in a room by himself, 
where he howled himself to sleep. 

Mimic Warfare. - 

When we got a little older, he, I, and Fanny, were 
always fond of playing with tin soldiers. We each 
had a regiment set up on the floor, and, once 
ready, opened a furious fusilade on one another's 
forces with little pea-shooters fashioned in the 
form of cannon. Charley entered into the game 
with the greatest spirit, and was determined to 
win at all costs. Once, I remember, he reached 
the field of battle before us, and carefully gummed 
down his army to the floor, much to the disgust 
of Fanny, who did not detect the ruse until her 
own forces were annihilated, while his stood their 

Fanny, by the way, was always Charley's 
special chum, and they often used to go up to 
an old loft under the roof and shut themselves in, 
even from me. There they would discuss their 
pet schemes and have furious tin-soldier battles. 
In these battles, it is curious to relate, Fanny, 
who even at that early period was a thorough 


little rebel at heart, used to consider her army as 
one composed of Irish patriots fighting for their 
freedom ; while Charley had to be content with an 
English army, doomed by consent to defeat, but 
often, owing to his hatred of being beaten, proving 

I certainly think that Fanny's impassioned 
patriotism had a great influence on Charley's 
convictions in after-life. 

Other Games. 

** I spy " and " Follow my leader " were 
favourite games with us, and we used to play 
them all over the house, and out on to the lawn, 
and through the shrubberies. 

Charley was also an expert at the ancient, if 
somewhat plebeian, game of marbles. 

When Delia came back from school in 
France, she brought with her a new game, which 
consisted in her hiding her presents all over the 
house and getting us to search for them. The 
result was, as might be expected, pandemonium, 
followed frequently by punishment, seeing that 
the presents were generally hidden in ornaments, 
in the lining of chairs and sofas, up disused chim- 
neys, and behind books. 

I learnt billiards at a very early age, and used 
often to play with my father. Charley was always 
fond of sitting on the edge of the billiard-table 


and throwing the balls about. He often attempted 
to do this when we were actually playing, and, 
when lifted off the table, yelled vociferously, 
indignant as ever that his slightest whim should 
be thwarted. 

Emil}^, who was always full of originality, 
started a little mint of her own in her room. 
She used to make her money out of gun-wads, 
and distribute it to the rest of us. I forget the 
exact nature of the currency, but it did quite well 
enough for our childish games. 

Cricket, in after-life his favourite pastime, as I 
shall relate, had attractions for Charley even in 
his nursery days, for he used to toddle down to 
our private cricket-ground, generally hand in hand 
with Mrs. Twopenny, and watch with the keenest 
interest every phase of the game. 

As far as I can carry my mind back, his earliest 
form of recreation was riding a rocking-horse, and 
I can just remember him, a very small creature 
indeed, being held on a big wooden steed in the 
nursery by Mrs. Twopenny. 

An Exciting Incident. 

Both Charle}^ and I often recalled in after-years 
a thrilling little episode that occurred when we 
were both small boys. We had a dog — a black 
cocker named Rover — who was a general 
favourite with us children. One day we found 


poor Rover struggling desperately on the far side 
of a mill-race, which had been swollen by recent 
rains. We were, of course, much too small to 
jump over the intervening space of about ten feet, 
and, even if we had got round by a long detour, 
we would have been of very little use, and would 
probably only have tumbled in ourselves. So we 
ran back to the house, and on the way met our 
father. Directly he gathered what had happened 
he hurried to the spot, and, taking without a 
moment's hesitation a flying leap over the mill- 
race, soon had the exhausted Rover safely on 

During Charley's nursery days I was afflicted 
with stammering, which I finally cured myself 
of with some trouble. Charley, with his natural 
spirit of mischief, set to work to mimic me, and 
carried the joke to such an extent that he became 
a hopeless stammerer himself, and had to be sent 
away to school at an early age to be cured, while 
I stopped on at Avondale. 

We were once in church, Charley and I, on a 
very hot day, and, my four years' seniority result- 
ing in a considerable difference in stature, I had 
to keep my head bent down very much in order 
to follow the place in the prayer-book, which he 
held. The blood gradually flowed to my head, 
and I became very dizzy, until finally I fell out 
of the pew, half fainting, and had to be taken out 
of church. 


His First Love Affair. 

Charley's first love affair was at a very early age 
— I think he was not more than four or five at the 
time. We used very often to visit the family of 
Mr. Charles Brooke at Castle Howard, where the 
children were about the same age as ourselves. 
Charley, who was the gayest and most vivacious 
of us all (as also the most domineering), used 
always to pair off with Dot Brooke, a little girl of 
about his own age. They romped about so much 
together that Mrs. Brooke used often to say: 
** Well, now, when those two grow up, I should 
like to see them married." Dot, however, when 
she grew up, married another, and, owing to 
politics, the families became estranged, so Charley's 
first little romance came to naught. 

We had many fights, or rather tussles, for there 
was rarely any ill-feeling. He used to aim a blow 
at me, and then run, catching up anything he saw 
and flinging it over his shoulder at me. I fol- 
lowed at full speed, also catching handfuls of 
ornaments, knick-knacks, sofa-cushions, and even 
flower-pots, and hurling them at him. During 
one of these pell-mell chases, leaving a trail of 
destruction in their wake, I remember seizing a 
poker from a grate and breaking it over the back 
of a sofa, with no intention of hurting him, but 
just in order to give him a thorough good fright, 
which it did ! 


The Germ of Character. 

As far as I can picture him after this long gap 
of eventful years, Charley in his nursery days was 
a child of charming appearance, with curly brown 
hair and piercing dark eyes. In temper, however, 
he was headstrong and self-willed, often to the 
point of rudeness, while at times he showed a 
curious mixture of jealousy and suspicion, which 
developed strongly in later years. His love of 
mischief was unbounded, but underlying every 
action was the rooted desire to have his own way 
at any cost. 

His jealousy cropped out in many ways, but 
the one I remember most vividly was when we 
used to go 'out with the guns and act as retrievers. 
Charley was bent on bringing home the largest 
number of dead birds, and if by luck or quickness 
I happened to beat him in this respect, he used 
to fly into a violent passion. 

Still, in the days of his childhood, as throughout 
life, he and I were the best of friends, and I think 
that I was one of the ver}/ few who thoroughly 
understood the complexities of his strange and 
often baffling character. 



Born to Rule. 

Charley, having been petted from his babyhood, 
became unmanageable, and even at the early age 
of six evinced the desire to rule the household. 
His special delight seemed to be to get the upper 
hand of me, in which he generally succeeded. So 
strong was this characteristic in him that his old 
nurse, Mrs. Twopenny, often said: " Master 
Charley is born to rule." Prophetic words, I 
think, for was not my brother in after-years a 
great ruler, and by his wonderful personality and 
single-hearted devotion to the great cause (the 
bettering of the dear country that we both so 
much loved) did he not keep united Ireland at 
his feet, and even to-day, in spite of all the dark 
clouds that have passed over him, is not his 
memory cherished as much as ever throughout 
Ireland ? 

Little in those days did our mother dream of 
the great triumphs and bitter sorrows that were 
to come to the petted child of the house. Still, 
owing to his disposition, after much anxious 



thought, it was decided that for the boy's good 
he had better be sent to school. So our mother 
took him over to Yeovil, where his school-days 
commenced at the early age of six. 

A Wolf in the Fold. 

It was a girls' school, and only as a great com- 
pliment was Charley admitted. He soon en- 
deared himself to the lady principal, and was 
always happy in her company. He went there 
with great ideas of having his own way, seeing 
that he had only mere girls to deal with. He was 
thoroughly defeated, however, by feminine 
strategy, for, as he complained to me afterwards, 
they all made love to him and bothered him out 
of his life. In any case, he resented being sent 
to a girls' school, on the ground that it was not 
manly. He always had a wish to be transferred 
to my own school, but on account of my stam- 
mering it was thought advisable to keep us 
separate, for, as I have said, owing to his mimicry, 
he had begun to contract the habit himself. 

When he removed to Avondale on his first 
vacation, the greatest improvement was noticeable 
in him. He seemed to have lost his old habit of 
domineering over the family, especially over his 
sisters. During his second term at school he fell ill 
with typhoid fever, and was nursed through it very 
devotedly by the principal herself. On his recovery 


his head seemed to be peculiarly affected, and our 
parents placed him under Dr. Forbes Winslow 
for a time. 

Home Tuition. 

He did not return to this school afterwards, 
though, in spite of his having no special love for 
his books, his reports were always good, even the 
good conduct ones. 

After leaving school he was taught by our 
sisters' governess. He was then eight years old, 
and more strongly than ever resented being taught 
by a woman, and so constantly did he protest that 
our parents judged it wiser to get him a tutor. 
From this time forward he seemed to take a 
greater interest in his lessons, but in spite of this 
he was by no means an easy pupil to teach. His 
ambition (marked even in those days) was never 
satisfied, and he always wanted to be with bigger 
boys. Consequently the arguments between tutor 
and pupil were many and fierce, and in the long- 
run, if the truth be told, it was the boy who 
generally proved the victor. Nor was the effort 
to give him religious instruction attended with any 
better success. When he was not in the mood 
to listen he turned everything into ridicule, and 
sent his instructor away hopelessly saddened. 

This high-spirited boy gave his confidence to 
very few, but, once given, it was deep and true 
and lasting. As he grew in later years, he rapidly 


became more and more reserved. He had all the 
healthy boy's love of games, especially cricket, 
which he already played well in those early years. 
Even then he loved to lead in games, as he did 
subsequently in politics. 

However, it was soon thought best that he 
should return to school, and eventually he was 
sent to Kirk Langley in Derbyshire. Here, so 
far as lessons went, he was pretty much a law unto 
himself. Under-masters he ignored as far as 
possible, but always obeyed without hesitation 
the Head. This spirit followed him throughout 
life, as will be seen. 

While Charley was at Kirk Langley, I was sent 
to M. Marderon in Paris to see if he could cure 
me of stammering. This purpose was effected 
after some considerable trouble, and, I fear, at 
the expense of my education. So all I know with 
regard to my brother's experiences at Kirk 
Langley is what I recollect of his having told me 
when we came together again. He certainly said 
that it was at Kirk Langley that he learned all his 
boyish games, and he always referred to it as a 
bright spot in his memory, owing to all the fun 
he had there. 

Back at Avondale. 

After leaving Kirk Langley, he returned home 
to Avondale, where he spent four happy years, 
until the death of our father. He was about ten 


yccirs of age at that time, so that he and I were 
more of real companions, although his nurse, Mrs. 
Twopenny, still used to take him for walks. 

I remember one day I went with them to the 
Meeting of the Waters, taking a pet dog of ours 
with us. In those days he was full of life and fun, 
delighting in all sorts of mischievous pranks, and 
nearing home we missed the dog. For hours we 
searched the woods, but never found any trace of 
our missing pet, who must have fallen down one 
of the mining shafts. Charley and I were terribly 
upset over his loss, and it was only the motherly 
sympathy of Mrs. Twopenny that succeeded in 
comforting him. 

We had many a good fight in those days, but 
were always good friends a few moments after- 
wards. I used to tell him that he was jealous of 
me, but that he would never allow. 

A favourite game with us, as in earlier childhood, 
was '* Follow my leader," and we used to scramble 
over the ditches and through the hedges and plan- 
tations madly following the leader, who was always 
our sister Emily. Once Charley knocked me off 
the top of a ditch into the gripe (bottom) of it. 
He had done it purely in fun, and immediately 
he saw what had happened, jumped in himself to 
keep me from sinking in the mud and help me out. 

Donkey races were another great sport with us, 
and it was no uncommon sight to see three donkeys 
on the lawn of Avondale, being raced at top speed 


by Emily, Charley, and myself, Emily, somehow, 
always winning. However, as she was our sister, 
Charley did not mind so much being beaten by her 
as by one of his own sex. 

When I came home for my holidays, Charley 
and I used to go out with our father when he went 
shooting woodcock, and we boys took the grey- 
hounds to the end of the wood, watching for hares 
to come out, when we loosed the greyhounds after 

Our Prowess at Cricket. 

At that time Charley and I used assiduously to 
practise cricket with our father. I, being the 
elder and bigger boy, was able to bowl to our 
father, while Charley kept wicket. Under our 
father's teaching we soon learnt to play a good 
game, and at the matches with other teams 
Charley was invariably chosen to replace any 
player who did not turn up. I sometimes helped 
to fill a gap, but Charley was the better cricketer, 
and also the more popular. I remember many a 
jolly match that we boys had against the Bally- 
arthur boys' team, which were generally held on 
the same day as our father's matches for grown- 
ups. We always drove to the matches in donkey 
traps, and, when victorious, kicked up no end of 
a hullabaloo on the way home. 

Even at that time, during the cricket matches, 
I used to notice Charley's extreme nervousness. 


His fingers twitched anxiously, even while he was 
watching the match, and I know that in after- 
days he was just as nervous, though perhaps he 
did not show it to outsiders, in the greater game 
played in the House of Commons. 

We used to take donkey drives to Aughrim to 
fish and dig for gold in the river, an occupation 
which we often recalled in after-days. Charley 
was fond of collecting eggs, and used to climb the 
trees — as Mrs. Twopenny used to say, " like a 
regular little monkey " — to rob the nests. One 
day he had the floor of Miss Zouche's room (our 
relative and housekeeper) spread out with his 
whole collection of eggs. One of the clumsy 
maid-servants happened to come in, and, like a 
bull in a china shop, spread destruction through 
the collection. Charley flew into a violent passion, 
and threatened to smash her head, so much so 
that she ran away and hid in the servants' quarters 
for some time. The remnants of this collection 
he kept until we left Avondale for Temple Street, 
Dublin, and the gold found in the river he 
treasured, I believe, until the end of his life. 

Charley and I used to drive over with our father 
to Aughavanagh, where he used to go shooting, 
supervising his tenants, and looking after his turf 
bogs. One day, when I was fishing in the river 
at Aughavannagh (or rather, to be candid, making 
one of my earliest attempts at fly fishing), I asked 
Charley to help me to tie on the flies, and he came 

Early days 33 

over and showed me most skilfully. How he 
had managed to learn the art I cannot make out 
to this day; however, I have been tying them as 
he showed me ever since. The curious fact is 
that Charley never fished himself. 

Commerce, Building, and Pyrotechnics. 

The garden at Avondale was a very fine one, 
and Kavanagh, the old gardener, took a great 
pride in it, and to prevent Charley and myself 
from stealing the fruit and trampling on the plants 
he kept the door locked ; but we used to climb on 
top of the very high wall and lie flat there, like 
prisoners escaping from a fortress, waiting until 
he had gone home. Charley and I had a plot of 
ground given to us on which we planted potatoes, 
which we sold to an old woman in the town, and 
so earned pocket-money. 

We were very busy at this time constructing 
a big pond at Avondale, near the gate lodge, which 
may still be seen there. We used to be up to our 
knees in mud while making this pond, and would 
return home in a horribly dirty state, thus earning 
many a scolding from our mother. When the 
pond was completed we built a flat-bottomed boat 
out of canvas and wood, and when the boat was 
finished we insisted upon the work-boys of the 
estate making the trial trip in it, with the result 
that the boat promptly turned over, and the boys 



had to be dragged out of the water. I am afraid 
our ambition to use our pond as a rowing-pool was 
never accomphshed. 

There is an old fort at Avondale where we used 
to go and drop molten lead down through a sieve 
in order to make shot. We built up the old walls, 
and our workmanship stands as an enduring 
monument to this day. 

The Rev. Henry Galbraith, then Rector of 
Rathdrum, was engaged to teach us Scripture. 
Charley hated this, and whenever he got a chance 
ran off and hid in the shrubberies or in the old ivy 
which is still around the house. 

One day Charley conceived the idea that a fire- 
work exhibition would be a splendid means of 
amusing ourselves and the tenants on the estate, 
so we set about making, first the powder, and then 
the rockets, and then collected all the workmen. 
It was a grand sight, and no one was blown up, 
which was a wonder. But when our parents heard of 
this they put a perpetual veto on firework displays. 

The year before our father died, our sister 
Fanny got scarlet fever, and the epidemic spread 
to the other members of our family, Sophy and 
myself only escaping. Charley was the last to 
take it, and Mrs. Twopenny took charge of him, 
and could not be induced to leave his bedside until 
he was well on the road back to health. I missed 
my brother very much in those days of infection, 
for Sophy and I were quarantined at Casino, the 


dower-house, in charge of Miss Zouche. Although 
I had Sophy's company and was very much 
attached to her, that did not make up for the loss 
of Charley's vivacity and ever-charming manner. 

Our instructor at that time was Mr. William 
Clarke, son of Dr. Clarke of Rathdrum, and 
Charley, as usual, did not get on very well with him, 
and was in the habit of making awful faces at him 
behind his back, so as to make me laugh, which I 
did, getting into severe disgrace with Mr. Clarke. 

At this time we took up hockey and hand-ball, 
which we played at dinner-time with the work- 
boys on the estate. Charley would never take 
the same side as myself, but always tossed up for 
choice of sides. When we were playing hockey, 
I had to keep a sharp lookout for my shins, because 
Charley always tried to go for me. 

The Haunted Cottage in the Woods. 

There was a little lonely cottage surrounded by 
dark woods some distance from Avondale, which 
was said to be haunted by the ghost of a former 
tenant. Mysterious voices, blood-curdling appari- 
tions, and the clanking of chains, were believed to 
guard its sanctity, especially at the dread hour of 
midnight. We children made a bet with our 
sister Emily, that she dared not go there by her- 
self at midnight prompt. She accepted, and set 
out boldly, but when she came back she had seen 


and heard nothing out of the ordinary. How- 
ever, we cheered her for her pluck. Charley, 
young as he was, could not bear to be outdone, 
especially by a girl. So he set out the next night, 
but returned very much disappointed at having 
obtained no better result. 

When we were at Casino a few years later, I 
was asked to play chess with the agent of Avondale, 
Mr. Charles West, who lived at Mount Avon, near 
the Meeting of the Waters. I had never imitated 
Emily and Charley in their expeditions to the 
haunted cottage, so when I found that I had to 
pass by the cottage on my way home, just about 
midnight, I felt distinctly nervous. When I got 
to the most lonely part of the road, just by the 
cottage, I heard distinctly the rattling of chains 
behind the hedge. As I quickened my pace, the 
rattling still followed me on the opposite side of 
the hedge. I expected every moment to be con- 
fronted by some horrible apparition, and when I 
came to a large gap in the hedge my legs refused 
to act. As I stood there, waiting in horror for 
what should appear, the real explanation offered 
itself. It was a donkey that had broken from 
its moorings, and, desirous of company, had 
followed the sound of my footsteps along his own 
side of the hedge. I believe the whole ghost story 
had been started by body-snatchers in order to 
cover their midnight depredations from a neigh- 
bouring churchyard. 


The Birth of a Romance. 

During our father's lifetime there Hved at 
Kingston (a beautiful mansion near Avondale 
belonging to our father) a Mr. Dickinson and his 
family. Our father did not like them, because 
their sons had the reputation of being wild, and 
were inclined to make love to our sisters, especially 
to Emily, who was a very attractive girl. At 
last they were forbidden to come to Avondale. 
However, our family, with the exception of our 
father, made arrangements some time later with 
the Dickinsons to give a performance of " She 
Stoops to Conquer." Emily was the heroine of 
the play, and young Dickinson (afterwards her 
husband) the hero, while Charley was the page 
and I the butler. The play proved a great success, 
the love scenes being particularly realistic, though 
our father refused to come to it, and there is little 
doubt that it influenced his attitude towards 
Emily in later years. 



A Great Bereavement. 

Charley was at this time (1859) about thirteen, 
and living at Avondale with our father, while I 
was at school in Paris with M. Roderon, learning 
French, drawing, and a little painting. My sisters 
were also in school at Paris. Our uncle, Charles 
Stewart, of Ironside, Bordentown, U.S.A., the son 
of Commodore Charles Stewart, our mother's 
father, was living in 51, Champs ^filysees, with his 
mother, Mrs. Stewart. Our married sister, Mrs. 
Thompson, was also in Paris, living in the 
Faubourg St. Germain, We were all very happy, 
when a telegram arrived to say that our father had 
died suddenly at the Shelbourne Hotel, Dublin. 

He was always an enthusiastic cricketer, and had 
gone up to Dublin to play in a big match between 
the Leinster and the Phoenix teams, although 
for some time he had been under the doctor's 
care, suffering from rheumatism of the stomach, 
and had been warned by Sir Frederick Marsh not 
to indulge in violent exercise. But he had a de- 
termined will, and, like Charley, when he had 
- made up his mind to a thing, carried it out at all 



cost. The result was that, although in a high fever, 
he insisted on playing in the match. He felt worse 
on his return to the hotel, and sent for a doctor ; 
but it was too late, and he died next day. His death 
came as a thunderbolt to us all, as he was always 
regarded as the healthiest of the whole family. 

He was buried quietly at Mount Jerome, my 
brother Charley being the only member of the 
family to see him laid at rest, as all the others 
were abroad. After the funeral, my mother, my 
sisters, and myself, returned to Dublin, where we 
stopped in lodgings near Gardiner Street. 

It was here that our father's will was read. 
Avondale was left to Charley; the Armagh estate 
(Collure) to myself; and the Carlow property to 
Henry. I well remember Charley standing by 
our mother's bed discussing our father's will, and 
saying, " I suppose John has got Avondale," and 
when mother told him it was his, he was greatly 
surprised and said he never expected it.* 

Wards in Chancery. 

After this our mother took steps to have us all 
made wards in Chancery, after consulting the 
guardians, Sir Ralph Howard, Bart., and Mr. 

* The reason why, although I was the eldest son, Avondale 
was left to Charley was one which neither of us knew at this 
time. I explain it, however, in a subsequent chapter. See 
Book II., Chapter VI. 


Johnson. Sir Ralph Howard was annoyed at 
being joint guardian with Mr. Johnson, who was 
a Scotch agricultural expert, and an old friend of 
our father's. 

Once we were made wards in Chancery, Mr. 
McDermott (our father's solicitor), who managed 
our affairs under the direction of the Court of 
Chancery, arranged to have us placed in our 
mother's charge, and we all went down to Avon- 
dale. It was a sad home-coming for the young 
heir, my brother Charley. Mr. McDermott came 
down to take charge of father's affairs and to go 
through the papers. He found everything in a 
very confused state, and his first act was to pay 
off all the workmen not actually required ; while, 
by order of the Court, the live-stock and farming 
implements were sold by auction. Sufficient 
horses for the use of the family were kept, and the 
rest sold. Mr. West, of Mount Avon, was ap- 
pointed agent. The servants were kept on, and 
one of them, indeed — a faithful old retainer 
named Martin Walsh — would have refused to 
leave us under any circumstances. Miss Zouche, 
a devoted relative, who had been acting as house- 
keeper, remained at Avondale for a year to take 
charge of the house while our affairs were being 
put in order. 

We then moved to Dalkey, about eight miles 
from Dublin, along the sea-coast, the Court de- 
ciding on a house named Khyber Pass as being 


a suitable residence for us. This house was situ- 
ated on a very high hill, overlooking the sea and 
the railway, and I remember clearly the beautiful 
view we had of the sea in the distance. 

Charley was now more of a companion for me, 
and he and I spent most of our time together. 
My sisters had a governess, and Charley and I 
a tutor. When our steadies were over, he and I 
used to go out together. 

A Narrow Escape. 

It was at this time that we both learnt to swim, 
and we used to go down to the gentlemen's 
bathing-place on the West Pier at Kingstown. 
We used to have a belt on us and a rope tied to 
it when we started to learn, and we then ran down 
a plank and jumped into deep water. Once the 
rope attached to Charley's belt broke, and he was 
struggling desperately for some time before the 
bathing-master could reach him and bring him 
to safety. There is little doubt that a moment 
or two's delay would have resulted in his being 
drowned. We soon became good swimmers, and 
used to bathe with Mr. McDermott off the rocks 
at Dalkey. I remember catching plenty of fish 
off those rocks, too. Mr. McDermott, I may men- 
tion, was at this time paying attention to our 
sister Sophy, who afterwards became his wife, so 
that he was a constant visitor at our house. 


Charley and I were very fond of boating, and 
spent as much time as we possibly could on the 
water, having many a rough row against the tide 
and currents round Dalkey Island. We used to 
catch off the Mugglins Rocks quantities of 
flounders and plaice on our trips, and bring them 
home to be cooked. Bullock Harbour was 
another favomite resort of ours, and we used also 
frequently to row to Kingstown and back from 
Dalkey, though we found the currents very swift 
close to land — a fact which, however, made us 
enj oy the outing all the more. 

From the windows of Khyber Pass Charley shot 
many a rabbit, and we used often to go out ferreting 
at Dalkey, taking with us the porter at the railway- 

Treasure Trove. 

On one of these expeditions I discovered a vein 
of lead in the rocks on the railway cutting, not 
far from the tunnel, and Charley and I spent a 
lot of time chipping it out. Probably no one 
knows now of its existence. 

A favourite walk of ours was from Dalkey to 
Bullock Harbour, and then on to Kingstown. 
We used to argue about the round towers that 
stood between Dalkey and Kingstown, and marvel 
at them as being a useless protection. I re- 
member the whole-hearted admiration with which 
we always gazed at the ivy-clad ruins of Bullock 


Castle. This old ruin has now been restored, and 
is the residence of my valued friend, Mr. Quan- 
Smith. This walk by the sea was, I think, our 
favourite of all. We also delighted in taking 
trips on the old atmospheric railway and the tram- 
track from Dalkey quarries, where they excavated 
the stone for Kingstown Pier. 

We remained a year at Khyber Pass, and 
then moved to Kingstown, taking The O'Conor 
Don's house near Clarinda Park. This house was 
beautifully situated in a large wooded park full 
of fine elm, beech, and ash trees. There was also 
a large fruit and vegetable garden, protected by 
a high wall, where in summer and autumn Charley 
spent a great deal of his time, much to the annoy- 
ance of the gardener, who wished to keep the fruit 
for the table. I was a loyal supporter of Charley's 
in this respect, for we both loved fruit. 

Our grandmother, Mrs. Stewart, came over from 
Paris to spend a few months with our mother. 
This was during the great American Civil War, 
and grandmother fretted much over this unnatural 
conflict between brother and brother. Charley 
was very fond of his grandmother, and, before 
going out anywhere, always went to say good- 
bye to her. One day in August he went, as usual, 
to see her before going boating, and she gave him 
some pocket-money. She was resting in mother's 
arm-chair after lunch, and apparently expired 
just after Charley had seen her, for Emily, coming 


in a little later, found her dead in the chair. It 
was a terrible shock to our mother, as she was 
devoted to Mrs. Stewart, who to the last was a 
fine, handsome, kindly old lady, and had en- 
deared herself to the whole household. Charley, 
on his return from his boating expedition, was 
terribly upset to hear of her death. He and I, 
who were both very keen on science, dashed off 
to a doctor to fetch a galvanic battery, hoping 
to revive her, as we could not believe that she 
was really dead; but the doctor whom we brought 
back with us pronounced life to be quite extinct. 
The body of our grandmother was placed in a 
vault at Mount Jerome, pending its removal to 
her relations' burial-place at Boston, U.S.A. It 
was noticeable that from this time onward Charley 
never, if he could possibly avoid it, attended a 

After this sad affair Charley and I went down 
to Casino, the dower -house near Avondale, 
for a change. We had many friends there, and 
were asked out repeatedly to dinners and to 
cricket matches, and spent many pleasant even- 
ings with Mr. Edwards, the engineer of the Dublin, 
Wicklow, and Wexford Railway (now the Dublin 
and South-Eastern), which was then in course of 
construction. I may mention here that my 
brother got £3,000 compensation for the railway 
running through his property. 

After a year spent in Kingstown we all went 


down to Casino again for the winter. Charley 
and I got up a shooting-party for woodcock, 
which were plentiful in Avondale woods. Our 
mother did not care for the country, so took a 
house at 14, Upper Temple Street, Dubhn; but 
Charley, Fanny, and myself, remained at Casino 
for some time longer with our sisters' Italian 
governess. We had a very happy time, for we 
all loved Avondale, Charley's beautiful home; and 
to me still there is no lovelier spot on earth, and 
to the end of time my heart will sorrow that it is 
no longer the home of the Parnells. 

We joined our mother finally at Temple Street, 
and continued our studies. Emily, Sophy, and 
Fanny, were taught Italian and German by 
M. Rossin. The others — Henry, Anna, and Theo- 
dosia — were still among the juveniles. I went to 
the School of Mining in Stephen's Green, and there 
obtained two certificates for mining and geology, 
while I also kept up my painting. Just about 
this time Sophy married Mr. McDermott, and went 
to live in Fitzwilliam Square. 

Emily felt greatly not being able to marry 
her sweetheart. Captain Dickinson, and became 
very depressed. Under his will, our father, 
fearing she would not be happy with Captain 
Dickinson, made her no bequest, with a view to 
rendering the marriage impossible; but she re- 
mained true to her lover, and after an engagement 
lasting ten years they were married. 


Fanny at this time was engaged to Mr. Catter- 
son Smith, the celebrated artist, who at that time, 
however, had not made his name, so that Charley- 
raised strong objections to the match. I think 
he afterwards regretted taking this course, as 
Fanny never married. 

Looking back over our past lives, I can see that 
it was here at Temple Street that our fates were 
really decided. From this time forward great 
changes took place in the life of each of us, and 
this may be said to have been the birth of our 
careers, especially Charley's. 



Back to School . 

About four years after our father's death, our 
mother became anxious about sending Charley 
and myself to a private tutor, in order to prepare 
us for the University. When talking one day to 
the late Lord Meath, she asked him what would 
be a good place to complete her sons' education. 
He told her that his own son, Lord Brabazon (the 
present Earl of Meath), was then with the Rev. 
Mr. Wishaw, at the Rectory, Chipping Norton, 
England — a place which he thoroughly recom- 
mended. Mother then went over to England and 
saw Mr. and Mrs. Wishaw, and decided to send us 
both there. At that time I was about nineteen, 
and Charley fifteen. 

Having said good-bye to mother, we left Kings- 
town by the early boat, and got to Chipping 
Norton late in the evening. The Rectory — a 
pleasant-looking, two-storied country house — was 
about half a mile from the station, so we started 
to walk there. On reaching Mr. Wishaw's, Charley 
(whose highly-strung, nervous temperament was 



even then noticeable) exclaimed, on seeing the 
graveyard facing the Rectory: " I say, John, I 
don't quite like this; I hope I won't get into any 
rows here." He had hardly said this when he 
slipped while knocking at the door, and nearly 
fell through the glass panel, crying out: ** This is 
a good beginning !" 

Mr. Wishaw, who was a pleasant-featured man, 
with hair just turning grey, came up to welcome 
us, and introduced us to our future companions. 
These were Lord Brabazon, Mr. Pilkington (after- 
wards an M.P.), and Mr. Louis Wingfield (cousin 
of Lord Powerscourt). When we had all sat down 
to supper, Charley and Lord Brabazon began a 
lively conversation on cricket, a game in which 
they were both deeply interested. 

I may mention that it was a peculiarity of my 
brother's that then, as in after-life, it was hard 
to get him to talk on any subject unless he was 
really interested in it. Once I spoke to him about 
this, and he replied: " My idea is to mind my own 
affairs, and leave other people's alone." 

Being the youngest pupils there, we were given 
a classroom to ourselves, and were lodged at a 
small cottage opposite the Rectory. Mr. Wishaw 
himself taught me writing, spelling, and recita- 
tion, as, having only been in school at Paris, I 
had not made the progress I should have done with 
the English language. As I was very fond of 
painting, Mr. Wishaw encouraged me to copy his 


own pictures, he himself being a clever artist, and 
he also frequently played chess with me. 

Charley having expressed a desire to go to Cam- 
bridge, a special master was engaged for him. He 
was a clever man, though a little deformed; but 
Charley and he never got on. My brother ob- 
jected to his mode of teaching, which led to fre- 
quent quarrels, culminating one day in a fearful row. 

I can see my brother now, his face aflame with 
passion, and his mouth twitching nervously, while 
he denounced the teacher and his methods. Mr. 
Wishaw had to interfere, and told Charley that if 
he did not apologize he would be sent home. 
The apology was finally forthcoming, but it was a 
very reluctant and grudging one, as Charley fully 
believed that he was in the right. The result was 
that he could never endure this teacher afterwards, 
and his studies suffered considerably in consequence. 

In spite of this, his days at Chipping Norton 
were happy ones, and he thoroughly enjoyed 
riding, hunting, and playing cricket. He and a 
special friend of his went for many walks together, 
and made the acquaintance of several of the 
young ladies of the neighbourhood. 

A Love Affair. 

One bright, pretty girl especially attracted 
Charley, and I used continually to meet them to- 
gether on the country roads, especially those 



lonely spots suited for lovers* walks. When we 
met in this way I never joined them, as Charley 
was very jealous of any other fellow, especially 
of me. While this attraction lasted, his studies 
were considerably interrupted; but when she 
went away he set to work steadily, determined 
to master the subjects before him, and qualify 
himself as quickly as possible for Cambridge. 
Although he was at this time only sixteen, I think 
this little romance instilled into him a feeling of 
manhood, and made him eager to take a place in 
the world — how great a one neither he nor any of 
his friends had any idea of then. Certainly he 
had no idea at that time of entering the great 
arena of politics. 

We returned for the Christmas holidays to 
Temple Street, Dublin, where, after a loving 
welcome, mother told us how pleased she was to 
see such a great improvement in both her boys. 
She was eager to hear every detail of our life at 
Chipping Norton, and was delighted to have us 
with her once more. 

As Avondale was at this time let to Mr. Ed- 
wardes, the railway engineer, Charley, Fanny, 
and myself, went down to Casino, where we 
found Emily with her governess, Mdlle. Rossina. 
This lady took a great fancy to Charley, but he 
made no response, preferring to come out with 
me shooting and exploring the lovely country 
around Avondale, and having long chats with 


Mrs. Twopenny, his old nurse, whose genuine 
delight at seeing him again thoroughly pleased 
and flattered Charley. 

After spending a happy fortnight at Casino, we 
returned to Temple Street, and spent a few days 
with our mother before returning to school. On 
our way back, we had got as far as Chester, when 
Charley suddenly said, " John, we will each go 
by a different way, and I bet I'll be there first." 
I replied, " No, you won't, for I'll go by Oxford, 
the usual way"; but Charley's last words as we 
parted at the station were, " You'll see that I'll 
be there before you." However, it turned out 
that both our trains arrived at Chipping Norton 
Junction (now known as Kingham) at the same 
time, and we joined one another on the plat- 
form, much to Charley's disgust when he first 
caught sight of me, though a moment later we 
were laughing heartily together. 

After we had settled down to. study again, 
Charley took a keen interest in mechanics, and 
altogether did fairly well at his lessons. 

About this time Mrs. Wishaw died, and Charley 
and I went back to Dublin, not returning until 
after the funeral. 

We often went to play cricket at Churchill, a 
village near Chipping Norton, where Charley got 
a high reputation as a bat, wicket-keeper, and 

To my great delight, I managed to get per- 


mission from the owner of the river to fish there 
when I wanted to; but one day I was bringing 
away such a good haul when I met him that he 
took the leave away. 

Charley was very fond of arguing during his 
school-days, and we all said he would have made a 
splendid lawyer, for, try as we would, we could 
never get the better of him in an argument. 

We were both good walkers, but he preferred 
walking alone. He was fond of ridiculing my par- 
ticular tastes, but I did not mind that, for I knew 
it was not due to want of affection, but simply 
a manner he had. Being a good dancer, Charley 
was invited out a great deal, and was a thorough 
favourite with the girls. 

At College. 

Shortly after our return from Chipping Norton, 
Charley went up to Cambridge, but I did not 
accompany him. He was at Cambridge from 1865 
to 1869, but spent little time there, and left owing 
to his getting into serious trouble. I understood 
afterwards that an action for assault was success- 
fully brought against him in the Cambridge County 
Court by a merchant named Hamilton, twenty 
gumeas damages being awarded. The evidence in 
court was of a conflicting nat ure, and Charley never 
told me his version of the affair. His references 
to his undergraduate days were very brief and re- 


served, though he appeared to have got on badly 
with the other fellows, and to have had many 
quarrels, which often resulted in blows. On one 
occasion, he told me afterwards, five students 
came to his bedroom for what would now be called 
a " rag," and after a desperate struggle he suc- 
ceeded in throwing them all out. 

In any event, the college authorities decided to 
send him down for the remainder of the term, of 
which, however, there was only a fortnight left. 
Although there was no reason why he should not 
have returned at the beginning of the next term, 
as he had not been expelled, he steadily refused 
to do so, and his education thus concluded with- 
out his taking a degree. 

There is no doubt that the fact of his never 
having been at a real school, and having a con- 
tinual change of tutors, coupled with the per- 
functory nature of his studies at college, con- 
siderably hampered him in after-life. He often 
expressed to me his regret that he had not received 
a better education, and, even, that he had not 
devoted himself with more application to such 
opportunities as he had for study. One result 
was that he was always afraid of lapsing into an 
error of grammar or spelling, and for a consider- 
able time wrote out his speeches word for word, 
and carefully corrected them before delivery. 
His letters, also, throughout his career show fre- 
quent signs of erasure and alteration. 



At the time of Charley's return our mother was 
keeping open house in Temple Street, giving 
dinners, balls, and small dances, to her many 
Dublin friends. Charley was very popular in 
society, going to all the dances and parties. He 
used to admire and dance with all the pretty girls 
at the balls given by Lord Carlisle, then Lord 
Lieutenant of Ireland. 

In the Militia. 

Charley soon decided to join the militia. One 
trivial reason that influenced him was that by 
doing so he would be able to wear uniform at the 
Castle, as he particularly disliked the levee dress, 
declaring it looked too much like a footman's 
livery. He found that there were vacancies in 
the Wicklow Rifles, and also in the Armagh Light 
Infantry; but, as he was a Wicklow landed pro- 
prietor, he chose the former, while, as my estate 
was in Armagh, I joined the Armagh Light In- 
fantry. We had some training at the Royal 
Barracks in Dublin before joining our respective 



regiments, which were also afterwards called out 
for training. Charley told me that he had a very 
enjoyable time when training with his regiment, 
as he went to no end of dinners, dances, and garden- 
parties, and I, too, had very much the same ex- 
perience with the Armaghs. While we were in 
the militia, Charley and I attended all the levees, 
and drawing-rooms, and other entertainments, at 
Dublin Castle. The Lord Lieutenant, Lord Car- 
lisle, being a friend of our mother's, used to talk 
to us a good deal, especially about our cricket 

The American Civil War. 

It was during the great Civil War in the United 
States that my brother first took an interest in 
politics. The horrors of the conflict were so often 
discussed by our grandmother and our mother, 
themselves Americans, that it would have been 
strange indeed if we had not been. influenced by 
the tales of death and devastation which came 
across the water. Charley eagerly read every 
item of information contained in the newspaper, 
and discussed the details freely with us. My 
mother's sympathies were with the North, while 
I advocated the cause of the South, and we had 
many a heated, though friendly, discussion in our 
family circle. Charley supported his mother, 
and we reproduced the war between us, with con- 
siderable damage to the furniture, any odd articles 


being held sufficient when argument failed. 1 
remember, when sticks and other ordinary weapons 
were not at hand, we found jam-pots come in very 
useful. As the house was a rented one, our 
mother had every often to pay heavy compensa- 
tion, owing to the damage done through our keen 
interest in politics. 

We had a visit about this time from Mr. Harry 
King, the son of a wealthy cotton-planter and 
railroad director of Augusta, Georgia, U.S.A. 
Our sisters knew him already, as he had come over 
to their school in Paris to visit his own sister, 
and he had met Charley at Cambridge when he 
was studying for his degree; so that altogether 
he was a very welcome guest at Temple Street, 
where he remained until the war was over, and 
it was safe for him to return to his Southern home. 

A 'Shooting Trip. 

It was partridge-shooting season at that time, 
so Mr. King, Charley, and myself, went off to 
Carlow together, taking with us a tent in the 
pony trap, while we sent the rest of our baggage 
on by rail. We had the right to shoot over the 
entire property, which had been left under our 
father's will to our brother Henry. We got our 
gamekeeper. Jack Whateley, to pitch our tent on 
the land of Mr. Brownrigg, a tenant, and we slept 
on canvas stretched on poles stuck into the ground, 


instead of mattresses. Charley and Mr. King 
always went off by themselves, but they brought 
home very little game, and whenever I met them 
I found them hard at work discussing American 
politics, Mr. King, of course, taking the part of 
the South, while Charley upheld with all his 
vigour the policy of the North. Unfortunately, 
these discussions not only interfered with the actual 
shooting, but used to be continued throughout the 
night, so that just as I would be dropping off to sleep, 
tired after a hard day's sport, I would hear their 
voices raised in support of their respective parties. 
The result was that I frequently shied my boots 
at them with all my force, and if my aim was 
lucky, the discussion generally ended for the 

We had a fortnight of this, and I wondered how 
they could keep their interest so much alive in 
the politics of what was, after all, a remote country; 
so much so that I said once: " Charley, if you ever 
take up politics, you will certainly fight to win." 
He replied: " I have no such thought, but I hold 
that a man should be thorough, and, if he takes 
up a cause, should fight to win." 

We bathed every morning in the river, and 
Charley and Mr. King used to run races in the 
sunshine to dry themselves. Perfect weather, 
good comradeship, and excellent sport, made the 
expedition one of the most enjoyable periods in 
our lives. Often in after-days Charley and I 


discussed in other circumstances those jolly times 
down in Carlow when we were so free from 

The war being over, Mr. King returned to his 
home. Charley and I went to see him off at 
Kingsbridge, little thinking how our fates were to 
be linked with America, and especially with the 
South, in the days to come. 

A little later Mr. Wishaw, our old tutor, and his 
son, came over from England to see us at Temple 
Street. They were very much interested in all 
things Irish, and the two of us took them down 
to Killarney, and showed them over that famous 
beauty spot. However, they were only in Ireland 
for a few days after our return to Dublin, and went 
away longing to have seen more of the country. 
Mr. Wishaw — who, as I have said before, shared 
my taste for art — took some beautiful sketches of 
the scenery in Killarney, which he said would 
always remind him of his brief but pleasant visit 
to Ireland. 

Charley was a great practical mechanic, and 
devoted much of his time to engineering pursuits, 
so that his life at Avondale was a very busy one, 
as he had also many social duties. The Wicklow 
county families constantly entertained him, and 
no invitation to Avondale was ever refused. 

I was returning one night from a big dinner 
with Charley, when we discussed whether I should 
go to America, as our uncle Stewart had written 


home saying that, now the war was over, big 
fortunes were to be made, and advising me to go 
out there. I had just had a legacy left me by a 
relative, and my uncle thought I had the chance 
of doubling it. Charley thought I ought to con- 
sult our uncle. Sir Ralph Howard, but from him 
I got no encouragement. He told me that I had 
no need to go, as he would leave me well off. This, 
however, did not suit me, as I had no fancy for 
waiting to step into dead men's shoes, and I 
decided to go to America. Charley resolved to 
invest some money out there too, and promised 
to visit me in my new home. In order to enable 
our sister Emily to marry Captain Dickinson, 
Charley got me to appoint him agent of my estate, 
which I did, with the result that he and Emily 
were married soon after. 

I remained in America for about a year, and 
was very busy cotton - planting and getting 
acquainted with my new Southern friends. I had 
a very good time, and was received most hospitably 
by all the old Southern rebels, who made me 
thoroughly welcome to their homes. 

When I returned to Ireland, I found Charley 
busily engaged with his new sawmills at Avon- 
dale, where he was trying to make money out of 
the fine timber on the estate. 

I spent that autumn at Avondale, with Charley 
and Captain Dickinson. We were the only mem- 
bers of the family there, and were waited upon 


by Peter Gaffney and his wife Mary, the latter 
looking after the house, while Peter attended at 

A Blindfold Escapade. 

We were sitting one night, after a good dinner, 
round one of those roaring pinewood fires that 
Charley always so much enjoyed, when the three 
of us began to discuss the blindfold walking craze 
which was then the rage in Dublin, The news- 
papers of the time, which devoted a great deal of 
space to the subject, pointed out how difficult it 
was for people to find their way even between 
the most familiar places and over the shortest 
distances. Our conversation resulted in Charley 
and Captain Dickinson betting me that I would 
not find my way blindfolded from Avondale to 
Casino, not a very great distance, it is true, but 
one plentifully strewn with obstacles. 

I took the bet, and, being blindfolded, set out 
from the hall door of Avondale across the lawn, 
Charley and Captain Dickinson following to see 
that I did not hurt m3^self, but not interfering 
with the direction I took. At first I got mixed 
up with the big trees on the lawn, but knowing 
every inch of the grounds, and having a special 
love for the trees, I knew as soon as I got hold of 
the holly-tree at the head of the lawn where I 
was, and set off in a bee-line across the cricket- 
lawn, got to the road ditch, crossed it without 


falling in, and found the gate of Casino, which I 
climbed, still blindfolded. 

Once over the gate I took off the bandage, 
expecting to see the two of them and be con- 
gratulated on my success, but to my astonishinent 
I was alone. I made my way back to Avondale, 
and found the pair sitting snugly by the fire, 
thoroughly enjoying what they expected to have 
been my series of mishaps over the difficult 

Charley hunted a great deal at Avondale, and 
used to come home covered with mud, from his 
many tumbles in the field. He used to tell me 
that in hunting, as in everything else, his ambition 
was to be first in the field. 

The Sawmills. 

Charley, although when he came of age he found 
himself a pretty well-to-do country gentleman, 
showed also considerable business capability, and 
directly he had the control of affairs set to work to 
benefit his property by every possible means. It 
must be remembered that, although his income 
from Avondale was a large one, he had out of it to 
keep the whole of his family, who had no money 
except the small annuities coming to them out of 
my property in Armagh. My mother was also 
extremely fond of entertaining, and, as she had 
been left nothing under father's will, Charley con- 


ceived the idea of making sufficient money out of 
his timber to provide her with ample funds for 
her wants. Accordingly he erected a small saw- 
mill at Avondale, where he had the timber cut by 
machinery, thus introducing a new business into 
Wicklow, as the only other sawmill in the Valley 
of the Seven Churches was that owned by Captain 
Bookey, of Derrybawn. Captain Bookey had a 
very fine demesne through which the Avonmore 
ran to the Meeting of the Waters. 

The mills at Avondale, it is curious to note, 
were worked by water from the pond which we 
made as boys. Captain Bookey and Charley, who 
were both young men and great friends, took 
much interest in their mills, which at that time 
were the only ones in the county. The only time 
that I met Captain Bookey was at a cricket match 
at Avondale just before he started on a cruise on 
the Mediterranean, which ended disastrously, as 
the yacht was overturned in a squall, and Captain 
Bookey was caught in the sail and drowned before 
he could be extricated. 

When I came back to Ireland after my next 
visit to America, I found Charley still down at 
Avondale, busy with his sawmills, his cricket 
matches, and his parties. My mother was then 
living in Paris, as Temple Street had been given 
up, and the family scattered, never again to meet 
all under the same roof. Charley often got in- 
vitations from Paris to balls at the British Embassy, 


and thought nothing of making a flying trip to 
France to attend one; in fact, I do not think he 
ever missed one. 


During this time Charley and Captain Dickinson 
spent a good deal of time grouse-shooting at 
Aughavannagh. Originally one of the barracks 
erected by the Government during the rebellion 
of 1798, it commanded a wide view of the lonely 
but beautiful country around. In Charley's days 
it was used purely as a shooting-lodge, and fell 
considerably into disrepair. It has since, how- 
ever, been largely rebuilt by Mr. John Redmond, 
my brother's successor in the leadership of the 
Irish party, who has converted it into a fine resi- 

There used to be a legend, which we often heard 
repeated during our visits to Aughavannagh, that 
there existed a secret passage from the old barracks 
to the mountain, two miles away. Patrick 
O'Toole, our old gamekeeper, used to point out 
to us a spot near the top of the mountain, which 
he said was the opening of the passage, but it was 
so surrounded by immense boulders that it was 
impossible to reach it. Still, there certainly were 
a number of hollows in the mountain which looked 
as if they might have been old openings which had 
been closed by the falling in of soil. Charley and 
his friend, Mr. Corbett, used to spend a great deal 


of time arguing as to the existence of this passage 
during their rambles over the mountain when 
they were shooting or inspecting the turf. 

So ends the happiest period of my brother's 
life, before he took up the great fight on behalf of 
his country, on which all his hopes and interests 
were centred. 



" Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of Thrones 
Vassal to a Saxaneen of cold and sapless bones. 
Bitter anguish wrings our souls with heavy sighs 
and groans : 
We wait the Young Deliverer of Kathaleen-ny- 

J. C. Mangan. 

* A symbolical name for Ireland. 



The Fenian Movement. 

It is necessary to go back a few years to explain 
the Fenian movement, which had a certain in- 
fluence on Charley's career, though it was by no 
means the main motive for his entering politics, 
as has generally been stated. 

After the conclusion of the American Civil War, 
a number of the Irish soldiers, fired with the spirit 
of independence, came over to Ireland (while 
others made an abortive raid on Canada) to urge 
the people to establish a republic of their own, 
free from any British rule. They were desperate 
men inured to hardships through their terrible 
experiences in America, and thoroughly sanguine 
as to the success of their cause. 

The chief period of their campaign in Ireland 
was from 1865 to 1867. Had they exerted their 
full force in the former year, they would probably, 
as a few of their surviving leaders tell me, if they 
had not achieved success, at least have made a 
stubborn and convincing fight, which, if it did 
not effect their full purpose of separation, might 



at least have brought Home Rule nearer. Still, 
it must be remembered that, so far as Charley and 
myself were concerned, we were not associated 
either with their aims or their methods. 

In 1866 many of the old American soldiers acted 
as recruiting sergeants for the Irish republic 
among the army itself. Disaffection spread 
rapidly, and large numbers of the rank and file 
declared themselves adherents of the Fenian cause, 
and openly joined in the singing of revolutionary 
songs at the " free- and- easies " which were then 
held throughout Dublin. The leaders, however, 
thought it better to wait for American support, 
and to spread the movement more widely through 
Ireland, before making a decisive blow. The 
result was that the English authorities became 
alarmed, and promptly drafted the disaffected 
portions of the army to England and remote 
portions of the Empire. 

Finally, in March, 1867, a definite outbreak 
took place. The Fenian forces stormed the 
Stepaside police barracks, near Enniskerry in the 
Dublin mountains. This was closely followed by 
what was known as the Battle of Tallaght. A 
large but inadequately armed body of Fenians 
were marching along the road from Wicklow, when 
they were challenged by the chief of a body of 
police who were lying in wait for them. A shot 
was fired, and the police charged the disorganized 
column, quickly routing them. Domiciliary raids 


in search of arms, followed by many arrests, were 
then made, and the movement appeared to be 
subdued, when what are known as the Manchester 
Murders occurred, a policeman. Sergeant Brett, 
being accidentally shot and killed owing to a 
pistol being fired through the lock of a police van 
in which some Fenian prisoners were being re- 
moved to gaol. Three of the four men arrested 
in connection with the affair were executed, and 
died strongl}^ protesting their innocence of any 
intent to kill, or even to injure, the police officer. 
Their death on the scaffold, accompanied as it was 
by the levity of the large crowd assembled outside 
the prison gate, roused a feeling of unexampled 
indignation throughout Ireland, in which my 
brother himself joined, holding as he did the 
opinion, which he shared with many of the other 
more moderate well-wishers of Ireland, that the 
killing of the sergeant was purely due to an 
accident, and was aided by the officer himself 
bending his head towards the lock in order, as 
he thought, to escape the bullets. 

The Fenians and Ourselves. 

Our mother, who was devotedly attached to the 
cause of freedom, and our uncle, Charles Stewart, 
whose investments were almost entirelyin Southern 
securities, felt a great deal of sympathy with the 
Fenians, especially when the Government adopted 


drastic measures to stamp out the movement in 

Owing to our mother being a prominent Ameri- 
can woman, and to her undisguised sympathies 
with the Fenian outlaws, a number of tramps and 
impostors used to call at our house in Temple 
Street for aid, a proceeding to which Charley 
strongly objected. In fact, I think he came to 
look upon most of the nondescript visitors to the 
house as tramps, as I did also to a certain extent. 
He finally got so tired of their constant visits 
that he used to wait for the so-called Fenians 
behind the hall door in Temple Street, and (like 
Sam Weller at Ipswich), directly the door was 
open, make a rush for them and kick them down 
the steps. 

My sister Fanny was always the poetess of the 
family, as also our arch-rebel; she entered whole- 
heartedly into the Fenian movement, and wrote a 
series of stirring poems for O' Donovan Rossa's 
paper, United Ireland, for which he used to 
pay her small sums. I used generally to escort 
her to the office, but Charley made fun of her 
poetry, and steadfastly refused to accompany her 
to the Fenian stronghold. The newspaper was 
finally suppressed, and the offices seized by the 
police. 0' Donovan Rossa was arrested and tried 
for high- treason. 

Fanny and I attended every day of the trial, 
and as we sat near the prisoner, whose firm and 


courageous demeanour we could not help but 
admire, we once went so far as to buy a bouquet 
with the intention of throwing it into the dock, 
but we never mustered up sufficient spirit actually 
to throw it. I still remember the cries of in- 
dignation mingled with cheers of encouragement 
which burst forth in court when the terrible 
sentence was passed. I led away Fanny, who 
could hardly restrain her tears, and who, I think, 
pictured herself as the next occupant of the 

A Police Raid. 

In the days of frenzied police action which 
followed the rising and Rossa's trial, our mother 
not unnaturally became suspected of complicity 
with the Fenians, owing to the number of visits 
paid by suspicious characters to our house in 
Temple Street. As a matter of fact, she had 
actually assisted one of those connected with the 
Manchester affair to escape to America in female 

However, one day a body of police suddenly 
appeared at our house in Temple Street with a 
search warrant, and insisted upon going through 
the whole house. 

All they could find were the militia uniforms of 
Charley and myself, which they mistook for Fenian 
regimentals, and insisted upon taking away, in 
spite of the protestations of the whole family. 


Charley especially disliked the idea of his uniform 
being taken for a Fenian one. 

Some time after this we wanted to go to the 
levee at the Castle, but our uniforms were then 
in the possession of the Government. Charley 
treated the affair as a j oke, and chaffed our mother 
on the dangers she ran owing to her complicity 
with the Fenian rising. He felt, however, the 
unjustified slight which was imposed on him by 
being debarred from the festivities at the Castle 
and Viceregal Lodge. He distinctly resented the 
idea of being stamped as a Fenian, especially as 
he was in the Queen's army, and was proud of 
the fact. This preyed somewhat on his mind, 
and he finally declared that he would leave the 
house if anything more was said about the Fenians. 
Charley and I wanted to go to the Castle to pay 
our respects to Lord Carlisle, but we were ham- 
pered by having no uniform. Still, as the Viceroy 
was an old friend of our mother's, we obtained the 
return of our uniforms by simply going to the 
Castle and asking for them, though we had to 
endure a great deal of chaff from the officers, who 
asked how it was that we came to be among the 

My recollection of Charley's attitude at the time 
is, as I have recounted, distinctly against his 
entrance into politics being in any sense due to 
the influence of the Fenian movement. 



A WicKLOW Romance. 

Until 1871, Charley, though not insensible to the 
charms of the fair sex, had had nothing in the 
nature of a really serious love affair. In Wicklow, 
it is true, he spent a good deal of time riding and 
hunting and dancing with a young lady belonging 
to a neighbouring county family, who was not 
only extremely beautiful, but possessed of con- 
siderable charm of manner. The talk of the tea- 
tables soon magnified the intimacy into an engage- 
ment, or at any rate an impending one, but I 
think there was little foundation for the statement 
beyond the mutual attraction and sincere friend- 
ship which existed between the two young people. 
Charley often told me how much he enjoyed his 
visits to her father's house, and referred to Miss 

C as being an extremely nice girl. Further 

than that, I am sure, things never went, and, as 
so often happened, the two young people gradually 
drifted apart as the years passed by. Certainly, his 
really serious entanglement in Paris quickly effaced 
all memory of this slightl3'-developed romance. 



A Serious Love Affair. 

It was during the time when Charley used to 
make repeated trips to Paris, where most of his 
family were then living, that he became involved 
in a love affair of a more serious nature, which 
had a marked effect on his character and subse- 
quent career, and very nearly resulted in his 
bringing a wife home to Avondale. 

Both he and I were staying with our uncle, 
Charles Stewart (son of the Commodore), at his 
flat in the Champs Elysees, when we were intro- 
duced to a 3^oung American lady. Miss Woods, 
who had the entree to the very best society in 
Paris. She was fair-haired, extremely beautiful 
and vivacious, and Charley fell a complete slave 
to her attractions. 

I may mention that Charley was at that time 
moving in the best society of Paris, and was 
strongly urged by his uncle to marry one of the 
many heiresses whom he was constantly meeting 
Although he was too proud and high-spirited to 
consent to a purely mercenary match, he was 
genuinely attracted by the beauty and charm of 
this lady, and the fact of her being heiress to a 
large fortune doubtless suggested to him the 
possibility of his restoring his family to the 
position it formerly held. But as time went on 
there is no doubt that passion quite superseded 
any thoughts of mere worldly advantage. 


Love at First Sight. 

Love in this case occurred actually at first sight, 
for the first signs of Charley's infatuation, as it 
subsequently proved to be, were shown at an 
Anglo-American party given by our uncle, where 
they were introduced to one another. Moving 
as they did in the same circles, their opportunities 
for meeting were many, and a mutual attraction 
soon ripened into a sincere affection, culminating 
in an engagement. 

Charley and Miss Woods were at that time almost 
inseparable. They attended most of the principal 
social functions, where they were always to be seen 
together, as also was the case at the theatres and 
other entertainments, while they very often went 
for walks in the evenings in the Champs Elysees 
or the Bois. Their engagement was everywhere 
recognized, and they were the recipients of the 
warmest congratulations. 

Miss Woods's family suddenly decided to go to 
Rome, as is the usual custom among both French 
and Americans in October. Her sudden departure 
made him very despondent, and he conceived 
the idea of following her to Rome. He was 
obliged, however, to return first to Ireland on 

After a hurried week at Avondale, he spent 
two days at Paris with his uncle, and then set off 
for Rome. 


Miss Woods appeared to be greatly delighted at 
his appearance, but her parents were not quite so 
cordial. He spent some time in Rome, visiting 
the principal places of interest in company with 
Miss Woods, with whom he generally walked arm 
in arm. 

Then there arrived a letter from Charley's uncle, 
Mr. Stewart, warning him not to stop too long in 
Rome, for fear of catching the Roman fever. 
Charley had always a great dread of infection, and 
on receipt of the letter made instant preparations 
to return to Ireland. Miss Woods wished him to 
stop longer, but, seeing he was resolved, made him 
promise to come to Paris when they returned 

Once back at Avondale, he set hard to work 
developing his land; but the aloofness which he 
displayed to the many eligible ladies he met in 
Wicklow society was greatly noticed, and proved 
his single-hearted devotion to Miss Woods. 

He returned again to Paris, where he had an 
affectionate meeting with his fiancee, and they 
again became inseparable companions. In the 
spring of 1871 he returned to Avondale, owing to 
his presence being required at the sawmills. 
While there he set to work thoroughly pre- 
paring the house for the reception of his expected 


A Catastrophe. 

He had not long been back to Avondale, when 
he received a short and not very informative letter 
from Miss Woods, saying that her mother and 
herself were returning immediately to their home 
at Newport, Rhode Island, U.S.A. The letter 
never mentioned anything with regard to the 
engagement or expressed any grief for the sudden 

Charley was dumbfounded when he received it. 
He was, however, too sincerely attached to Miss 
Woods to accept such an implied conclusion of 
their engagement. He hurried back to Paris, to 
find that Miss Woods had already left for America, 
and, after discussing American investments with 
his uncle, set off armed with several business letters 
of introduction, for the dual purpose of trans- 
acting some business and at the same time asking 
Miss Woods face to face her reasons for deserting 
him. But there is little doubt that the first 
reason was simply a pretext to justify the second, 
although, as matters turned out, he actually did 
a considerable amount of business during his visit 
to America. 

I had at that time returned to my cotton- 
growing and fruit-farming in Alabama, whither, 
however, news of Charley's engagement had per- 
meated to me. 


Directly on his arrival in America, Charley set 
out for Newport. He was received cordially by 
Miss Woods and her relations, and seems to have 
come to the conclusion that things were as they 
had been before. One day, however, Miss Woods 
suddenly announced that she did not intend to 
marry him, as he was only an Irish gentleman 
without any particular name in public. 

Charley, heartbroken, tried his best to make 
her reconsider her decision, but, finding she was 
determined, gave up the task as hopeless. 


I received a telegram from him one day saying 
that he was coming down to see me in Alabama. 
After he arrived, we had a walk round the planta- 
tion, and Charley suddenly exclaimed: " John, I 
want you to come home with me; you have been 
over here long enough." 

At that time, however, I had just entered into 
a new enterprise — peach-growing — and was eagerly 
expecting the next year's crop, so I felt compelled 
to refuse. He seemed very sullen and dejected, 
but made no reference to his love affair. 

Knowing his usual reticence, I said nothing 
about Miss Woods (though, from letters I had 
received, I knew pretty well how matters stood), 
thinking that sooner or later he would tell me 
all, as he usually did. 


I was out a great deal at the time, attending to 
my plantation, but mj^ manager's wife, Mrs. 
Merna, told me that when alone he used to give 
himself up to fits of brooding and dejection. They 
would often, when they came into the room sud- 
denl}^, find him crouching over the fire, his face 
covered with his hands, sighing bitterly. When 
I came in, he used generally to put on a pretence 
of gaiety, and I was so occupied with my affairs 
that I did not notice into what low spirits he had 
fallen until Mrs. Merna asked me what could be 
done to cheer him up. 

I then put the question bluntly. I said: 
" Come, Charley, tell me what is the matter with 
you." He hesitated a moment, and then poured 
forth the pitiful tale of his love for Miss Woods, 
and how she had suddenly jilted him. He added: 
" John, I have a good mind to go back again to 
Newport and see her. She might change her 
mind. You know, I was and am very fond of 

I said: ** Do just as you think best." 

However, he seems to have decided that such 
a step would have been undignified and useless. 
To distract his mind I took him out shooting and 
visiting, and also conducted him round some of 
the great Alabama cotton factories and grist-mills, 
in which he took a lively interest. We then went 
over to Birmingham, Alabama, to inspect the vast 
coal and iron fields which were then being developed 


there. As he had some money invested in Vir- 
ginian coalfields, he went into every detail of the 
methods of production with the keenest attention. 
By then he appeared to have pretty well got 
over the shock occasioned by the abrupt termina- 
tion of his engagement, but his attitude towards 
women for many years afterwards was a cold and 
even suspicious one. 

A Visit to Miss Woods. 

In 1880, when Charley was at the height of his 
fame, my sister Theodosia (Mrs. Paget) and 
myself happened to be in Newport on a summer 
holiday. We heard that Miss Woods, who had 
in the meantime married a rich American, was 
living at a villa just outside the town. Theodosia 
had met her in Paris during the days of Charley's 
courtship, and one day she said to me: ** Come 
and let us call on Charley's old sweetheart." I 
said, " Well, we will," and we made our way to 
the villa. 

When we arrived, she was in and welcomed us 
in the drawing-room. She was still very pretty, 
charmingly dressed, and vivacious in manner. 

She talked rapidly, evidently rendered some- 
what nervous by the memories which we aroused. 
Suddenly she said: "Do tell me how is your great 
brother Charles. How famous he has become!" 
She stopped and sighed for a moment, and seemed 


almost bursting into tears, then suddenly cried, 
as if from the bottom of her heart: " Oh, why did 
I not marry him ? How happy we should have 
been together !" We talked in general terms 
about Charley for a little time, and then we left, 
never to see her again. 

I always consider it to be a striking coincidence 
that Charley's first real love affair was with a Miss 
Woods, while the maiden name of Mrs. O'Shea, 
to whom he was finally married, was Miss Katha- 
rine Wood. 


A Visit to Alabama. 

Charley's first visit to America, to which I have 
only briefly referred in connection with his love 
affair, merits a more detailed description, showing 
as it does the development of his character at 
what was really the critical part of his life. When 
I got the message saying that he was coming over 
to see me, I was hard at work on my plantation at 
West Point, Alabama. On the day of his arrival 
I had gone out partridge-shooting after breakfast, 
and had made a very good bag, when I suddenly 
felt that I ought to return, although I had not 
arranged to do so until the evening. On getting 
near the house, I saw a buggy with two gentle- 
men in it drive up to my gate. I hurried up, and 
found that it was Charley himself and a friend of 
mine, Mr. Lanier. 

They were both very hungry, and I told Mrs. 
Mema, my housekeeper, to hurry up and get some 
dinner for them. She killed a cock and cooked it, 
but it proved to be a " fine tough bird," as Charley 
expressed it. Charley, however, had nothing but 



praise for our home-made cakes, honey, and 
hominy, and over the coffee we had a good chat 
until it was time for Mr. Lanier to return to West 
Point, from where he had driven Charley over. 

The two of us then had a long walk through my 
cotton plantation and peach orchards. He seemed 
greatly surprised at the large tract of land under 
cultivation, and the way in which I controlled 
the negroes. Everything in the South was strange 
to him, and the negroes and the rough set of 
white people with whom he came in contact puzzled 
him a great deal at first. He did not seem to like 
the negroes, and thought that the life generally 
was unfit for me; but I told him that I liked it, 
as it gave me a healthy and paying occupation, 
though he, of course, had got his own beautiful 
Avondale and plenty to do on the estate. 

I did my best to make him comfortable, and 
gave him a nice room next to my own, with a com- 
munication door between, as I knew, of old that 
he was subject to nervous attacks and used to 
walk in his sleep. He told me that he disliked 
the Southern cooking, because it was so greasy, 
and he seemed to be glad when I told him that I 
also disliked greasy food. Still, he appeared very 
soon to accommodate himself to the life. 

He spent three weeks with me. We used to do 
a lot of partridge-shooting, and visited all the mills 
and cotton factories in the neighbourhood, in 
which he took a great deal of interest. One day 


he came over with me to see Mr, Terry Collins' s 
grist-mill, which was run by water-power. After 
examining the turbine wheel for some time, he 
asked Mr. Collins to take a certain part of it out 
to show him. This could not be done without 
stopping the mill, which Mr. Collins refused to do, 
much to Charley's disappointment, as he was used 
to having his slightest whim obeyed. 

For exercise, Charley used to ride my black 
mare Fanny (named after my sister) into the 
town, which was about seven miles away, in order 
to fetch my mail and also his own, in which he 
took a great deal of interest, as he was then trans- 
acting a lot of business with New York. 

An Altercation. 

On one of his trips heavy rains had fallen, so 
that the mud was several inches deep, rendering 
it impossible to distinguish the footpath from the 
road. On entering the town, Charley dismounted, 
and, leading his horse along the path, made his 
way towards the post - office. Presently the 
Marshal (Chief of Police) came up to him, and told 
him to take the horse off the side-walk. My 
brother's proud spirit keenly resented this inter- 
ference. He calmly surveyed the man, and said 
coldly: " I might do so if you could show me which 
is the path and which is the road. Personally 
I can see no difference " He then made his way 


towards the post-office, but the Marshal followed 
and continued the argument, which became more 
and more heated. Finally the Marshal said he 
would have to fine him, and ordered him to come 
to the police-room. Charley replied that he would 
do so when he had fetched the mail. 

" Whose mail ?" asked the Marshal. 

"My brother's — Mr. John Parnell's," said 
Charley curtly, whereupon the Marshal, to 
Charley's amazement, seized both his hands, 
shaking them heartily, and cried: " Go ahead; we 
all know Mr. Parnell, and are fond of him. I am 
proud to meet you, and would not hurt a hair of 
your head." 

They both adjourned to Pat Gibbons's, where 
I always used to dine and put up my horse, Pat 
being an old Irishman and a thorough good fellow. 
There he was cordially welcomed, and he and the 
Marshal parted the best of friends. Charley, on 
his return, said : " They seem queer folk about here, 
John, and I might have finished by being shot 
if they hadn't happened to have known our name." 

The Marshal in after - years, when Charley's 
name was famous throughout the world, used 
often to relate this little adventure with great 

I introduced Charley to Mr. Matt Hill, uncle of 
the celebrated Senator Hill of Georgia, and they 
had many lively discussions together over the 
war. Charley's sympathies had hitherto been 


entirely for the North, but Mr. Hill, who was a 
Southerner, succeeded in modifying his views. 

Senator Hill, Charley, and myself, used often 
to go out shooting on Colonel Chambers's planta- 
tion, taking my old dog " Drink " with us. Poor 
** Drink " had met with an accident, and had had 
his shoulder put out, so that he was a bit slow for 
Charley, who liked speed in sport as in everything 
else. On one occasion he lost his temper and 
levelled his gun at the dog, saying that he would 
shoot him, but I managed to persuade him not 
to do so. After that the dog behaved splendidly, 
and Charley got quite to like him. 

On our return from shooting we got caught in a 
sudden cyclone. Such was its force that it quite 
took our breath away, and I had to let go the reins 
and allow the horse to get on as best he could 
himself. After a fierce spell, the stoim ceased as 
suddenly as it had begun, and we found ourselves 
as dry as we were before, as the rain had driven 
against us with such force that it had not time 
to settle on our clothes. 

How THE Pigs triumphed. 

One night we were awakened by the grunting of 
a number of pigs under the house, which, as is 
usual in the South, was built on piles about five 
feet high, leaving an open space which was pro- 
tected by lattice-work. Apparently some of the 


pigs belonging to Ran, my " boss " nigger, had 
escaped, and had broken through the lattice-work 
in order to keep themselves warm in the recesses 
under the house. 

I heard Charley's voice from the adjoining 
room crying: " I say, John, I can't sleep with that 
infernal noise." 

" Well, Charley," I replied, being rather more 
used to such occurrences, " why don't you get up 
and take my gun and have a shot at them ?" 

Charley jumped out of bed, picked up the gun, 
and ran out in his nightshirt, firing a shot under 
the house in the direction from which the noise 
came. The result was that the terrified animals 
came rushing out, and upset him, gun and all, in 
the mud. When he returned and came into my 
room to relate his adventures, I couldn't help 
laughing at the disreputable appearance he pre- 
sented. The gun was so clogged with mud that 
we had to set to work to clean it before going to 

A few days later the negro told me that one of 
the pigs was missing, and we were soon able to 
locate him owing to a very strong odour permeating 
through the floor of the house. When we set to 
work to search, we discovered that Charley's shot 
had killed one of the pigs, which we had removed 
to a decent burial-place. 

Charley used often to relate this story with 
great gusto in after-days in Avondale. 


There resided on the opposite side of the road 
a cotton-planter and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. FeUx 
Shank. They were very pleasant people, and the 
husband was a highly educated man who took 
a great deal of interest in the country and held 
an influential position. I took Charley over one 
night to see them, and in the course of a very 
enjoyable evening the conversation turned on the 
Alabama coal and iron fields, which were then 
being developed in a small way by a number of 
poor but energetic men. Charley became greatly 
interested in the subject, especially as he had just 
invested a good deal of the profits arising from his 
timber at Avondale in the Clover Hill coal-mine 
of Virginia. 

After discussing the matter on several occasions, 
he said: ** John, let's go over and see some of these 
new fields, as I am deeply interested in coal- 
mining, and the coalfields are on the way to New 
Orleans, where I am going down to see my 
Parisian friend, Mr. Cliphart." 



A FEW days later Charley and I left West Point 
Station on the Alabama and Montgomery Rail- 
way, which connected at Montgomery with the 
line then known as the North and South Railway. 
At Montgomery we changed for Birmingham, the 
centre of the coal and iron fields, where we arrived 
after a very long and tedious journey. 

On the way we passed the Cahawba coalfield, 
which was the first to be opened in the district, 
as it was on the earliest section of railway. 

The quality of coal, however, was not very 
good, it being too sulphuric. When we stopped at 
Cahawba Station, Charley got out and asked the 
people a number of questions about the new coal- 
field and its prospects. He was asked his name, 
and was glad to find again that it was recognized. 

Birmingham was at that time a small, insig- 
nificant village built of wooden houses, but, like 
every village in America, dignified with the title 
of city. It had one small, dirty wooden hotel, 
full of adventurers who had come there in the 
hope of getting work on the railroad and mines. 
The hotel was a miserable place and very crowded, 



and we were constantly in dread of having five 
or six not too cleanly strangers sleeping in the 
same room. 

Charley was thoroughly disgusted with this 
mode of living, as he had always been accustomed 
to the best of everything, and did not relish sitting 
down to dinner with a very ruffianly-looking 
crowd, though I did not mind them, as I found by 
experience that, though poor and rough, they were 
honest and upright. 

After dinner, which consisted of a number of 
small pieces of bacon, hardly a mouthful apiece, 
I went to look for my hat, but found it gone, and 
a very shabby-looking article left in its place. 
Remembering the old days at Avondale, when 
Charley used to run off with my new hats and 
leave his old ones for me to take, I had no hesita- 
tion on this occasion in appropriating his. How- 
ever, I went down to the village and bought a 
new one. This made Charley and myself very 
careful indeed about hanging up our hats when we 
went in to meals, and we usually brought them up 
to our room. 

I remembered that a former West Point neigh- 
bour, Mr. Read, had gone to live at Birmingham, 
and we went and hunted him up. He was very 
glad to see us, and promised to introduce us to 
Colonel Powell, the pioneer of Birmingham, a 
wealthy and prominent citizen, to whom the 
original development of the coalfields was due. 


Charle}^, owing to his proud disposition,was greatly 
afraid of being mistaken for the usual Irish 
emigrant, the only class of our countrymen who 
were to be found in these parts, and before we went 
round to Colonel Powell he said to me: "For 
God's sake, John, when we see Colonel Powell, 
don't tell him we are from Ireland, as they have 
never seen a real Irish gentleman, and wouldn't 
know one if they did, so that I would not be likely 
to get the information I want." However, it was 
already known that we had come over from 
Ireland, though that did not seem to do us much 

Colonel Powell (whom I met again with his 
family in Italy during the following year) was an 
educated and travelled man, and, as we soon 
learned, quite recognized the difference between 
the Irish emigrant and the capitalist seeking in- 
vestments. He received us very cordially, and 
talked to me for some time about my fruit-growing. 
He introduced us to a Mr. Dunne, of Irish extrac- 
tion, who had been in America a long time, and 
was thoroughly conversant with the conditions 
of the coalfields and the people working them, 
seeing that he owned the first coal-pit in that part 
of the country. Mr. Dunne's home was about 
forty miles from Birmingham, close to the cele- 
brated Warrior coalfield, and he promised to take 
us over his original coal-mine. 

We left Birmingham by an early train for the 


Warrior coalfield, and on the way over the Great 
Warrior River saw the coal cropping out of the 
banks of the river as we crossed it by the railway 
bridge. We got off on the other side of the river, 
having told the conductor to stop the train near 
Mr. Dunne's house, as there was no station there. 
We had supper at Mr. Dunne's, and after a chat 
with the family went to bed. At breakfast 
Mr. Dunne described to us the pioneer mine, which 
is now one of the biggest in the South. 

A Mine worked by Dentists. 

But, to Charley's amazement, and at first in- 
credulity, Mr. Dunne told us that the mine was 
only worked at that time by three Birmingham 
dentists, all poor men, whose only capital con- 
sisted in pulling out enough teeth from the negroes 
to provide for the work in the mine day by day. 
At the same time they kept an English engineer 
to superintend the works, though all his remunera- 
tion, like theirs, was dependent upon the future 
profits of the mine. 

After breakfast Charley and Mr. Dunne and 
myself started on a tour of inspection. Charley 
wanted first to see the bridge over the Warrior 
River, which he noticed, with his invariable 
aptitude for observing detail, was one of a new 
design, and he wished to adapt the idea of the 
covering of the bridge for a roof which he pur- 


posed constructing at his new sawmills at Avon- 
dale. He asked us to walk across the bridge 
before going to the coal-mines. 

To cross it was a most difficult feat, as we had 
to walk on loose, rickety planks in the middle of 
the track, and if we had slipped we should have 
been hurled hundreds of feet below into the deep, 
swiftly-flowing Warrior River. As we went across, 
Charley caught hold of my hand, and we made 
our way carefully and safely to the other side. 
After crossing the bridge, Charley went back alone 
to the middle of it in order to make a sketch of 
the roof. He left Mr. Dunne and myself to watch 
at the end of the bridge for approaching trains, 
and we agreed to warn him of danger by the waving 
of a handkerchief. All of a sudden, when Charley 
had nearly finished his sketch, we saw a long 
freight-train approaching the bridge — luckily, at 
a very slow speed. We had barely time to give 
Charley the warning signal, and get him back 
to safety, before the train reached the bridge. 
If he had been overtaken halfway across, nothing 
could have saved him, as there was not even a 
handrail for him to cling to while the train was 

After Charley had completed his sketch, we 
recrossed the bridge and walked up to the mine, 
which was only a small opening in the hill, close 
to the railway track, not bigger than an ordinary- 
sized room, the seam of coal being pretty level with 


the hill. We made the acquaintance of the 
English engineer^ Mr. Shaw, and one of the dentist 
proprietors of the mine. 

Mr. Shaw asked us to spend the night at his 
house until the train passed for Birmingham. 
After a hearty backwoods supper, we slept until 
it was time to go back to the track and meet the 
train. We brought a lantern with us, which we 
waved to call the attention of the engineer, who 
stopped to pick us up. 

We got to Birmingham early in the morning, 
and after breakfast took a long walk to inspect 
the immense mountains of pure iron ore, Charley 
observing that the close proximity of the coal and 
the iron made the place doubly valuable. We had 
a delightful walk through the great forest, with the 
pine-trees sighing over our heads, and the delight- 
ful perfume of resin pervading everything, a scent 
that Charley was always fond of, saying that there 
was no life so healthy as that spent among the 

Charley was now most anxious to invest £3,000 
in the new coal-mine, as he evidently foresaw the 
great future that existed for this virgin country. 
Before leaving Birmingham he made arrange- 
ments to return there again after he had paid 
his promised visit to Mr. Cliphart at New 

After seeing everything of interest and looking 
fully into the coal and iron business, we left 


Birmingham for Montgomery Junction, where 
Charley changed for New Orleans, while I went 
on to West Point. 

After this I remained at home, marketing my 
cotton crop and preparing to wind up my 
American business before going back to Ireland 
with Charley. 


A Presentiment. 

About two weeks after Charley had left for New 
Orleans, I received a telegram from him, telling 
me to catch the midday train from West Point to 
Birmingham next day, and meet him at Mont- 
gomery. I did not notice the date of the telegram, 
taking it for granted that it had been sent on the 
morning of the day I received it. Somehow, a 
presentiment will often come to me very strongly 
at times, and it was especially so the day I re- 
ceived this wire. I felt that something dreadful 
was going to happen, not to me, but to Charley, 
if he went to Birmingham by himself. Why I 
could not tell, as he had been travelling by himself 
for a considerable time; but, still, the feeling of 
coming disaster haunted me, until it took full 
possession of my mind. 

However, I set off next morning by the twelve 
o'clock train. I do not know how long it was that 
I walked up and down the platform at West Point 
before the train left, trying to make up my mind 

whether to go or not. I did not want to go, as 



I was sure that a catastrophe was impending, but 
something kept on telHng me: "If I do not go, 
Charley will be killed." As I did not know any- 
body at Montgomery Junction Station to whom 
I could telegraph to tell Charley that I was not 
going, I started, greatly against my will. 

On arriving at the junction, my train pulled 
up on one side of the platform, and exactly at the 
same time (reminding me of our experience at 
Chipping Norton when boys) the New Orleans train, 
in which I expected Charley, drew up at the 
opposite side. The sleeping-car of the New 
Orleans train had to be transferred to the North 
and South train, which went to Birmingham. I 
stepped out of my car, and, immediately I did 
so, saw Charley come out of the sleeper, face to 
face with me. 

Directly he caught sight of me he appeared 
dumbfounded, and cried: " Hello, John, I did not 
expect to see you to-day ! Have you been waiting 
for me since yesterday, when I asked you to meet 
me ?" It was now my turn to look astonished, and 
I showed him the wire I had received. He said: 
" You ought to have received that the day before." 

The mystery of our meeting impressed us both, 
and Charley evidently did not like it at all. 

I had come up from West Point with a friend of 
mine. Dr. Pierce. I introduced him to Charley, 
who decided to leave his sleeper and join us in our 
day-car — a most lucky occurrence for him, as it 



turned out. Charley and the doctor sat down 
next to the door, opposite the stove, while I took 
a seat in front of them, so as to join in the con- 
versation. They started talking about the great 
future of the coalfields, but as we went along 
we kept noticing the curious way in which the 
engineer overran his train past every station, 
having to back into the platform. We concluded 
that this section of the line, which had not long 
been finished, was new to him. 

A Negro's Prophecy. 

When we were not very far from Birmingham, 
Charley, who had noticed the overrunning of the 
train, started to tell Dr. Pierce and myself a 
curious incident which had occurred to him when 
on his way from seeing his friend, Mr. Cliphart, at 
New Orleans. A negro, who was seeing the people 
off the boat across the gang-plank, turned to him 
and said: " You are getting off, and will be killed.'* 
Charley said that he felt like kicking him into 
the bay. But, strange to say, after that he felt 
very much as I did — that something was going to 

The Accident. 

Suddenly, as he was talking in this way, the 
train jumped the track, tearing up the rails with 
a terrible jar, and, as I afterwards learned, pitched 


down a very high bank, and turned upside down 
with the wheels on top. 

When the train first bumped and rocked as it 
left the metals, I remember taking hold of both 
sides of the seat to keep my balance, as I did not 
know what was going to happen next. The last 
thing I remember was seeing the stove topple 
over, after which I became unconscious. 

Charley afterwards told me that when the train 
jumped the track he tried to leap out of the car, 
but as he got up the train was turning over, and 
his coat got caught in the hat-rack, suspending 
him there and breaking his fall, and also, which 
was perhaps as well, preventing him from jumping 
out. He said that when he realized that the train 
was running off the line he was sure that he was 
going to be killed, and that the negro's prophecy 
was coming true. Even if he had succeeded in 
gaining the door and jumping out, the train would 
most likely have fallen on him and killed him; 
and if he had remained in the sleeping-car nothing 
could have saved him, as it caught fire and was 
burnt to a cinder. Fortunately, there was no one 
in the sleeper except the porter, who, being awake, 
succeeded in making his escape. 

I was then unconscious, but Charley told me 
afterwards that, once the accident occurred, all 
was in darkness, the doors were jammed and 
broken and the windows smashed. With the 
exception of the baggage car, mail cars, and engine, 


the train was scattered, wheels up, the tops of the 
cars being embedded in the ground. As the door 
was jammed, Dr. Pierce, Charley, and the other 
passengers, got out through the top of the broken 
window. When they had got out, they missed 
me, and Charley turned to Dr. Pierce and cried: 
** Oh, where is my brother ? He must be still in 
the car." 

Charley Rescues me. 

After all the people who were able to do so had 
got out of the car, Charley crawled back in search 
of me. He finally found me in the darkness, 
lying on the floor as if dead. He cried out to 
Dr. Pierce: ** Oh, doctor, I have escaped, but I 
fear my poor brother is either badly hurt or 
killed !" 

They took hold of me and dragged me out 
through the window, and then carried me to a 
little farmhouse near to the track. I did not 
recover consciousness until I found myself in a 
room lying on a bed, while a number of people 
were stretched on the floor, bleeding and moaning. 

All of a sudden I realized that Charley was not 
there, and, although badly stunned, I was seized 
with a terror that he might be killed, as I slowly 
recalled, sitting up dazed in bed, my feelings since 
I received the telegram, and also Charley's in- 
cident with the negro. I found that my neck 
and head hurt frightfully, owing to my having 


been dashed against the top of the car; but I 
struggled out of bed and staggered forth in search 
of Charley and Dr. Pierce. When I got out into 
the yard, I found my brother stretched full length 
on a grass plot. I hurried to him, fearing that 
he was dead; but when I approached he raised 
himself on his elbow, and said:'*' I hope you are 
not so bad as when we brought you here. I believe 
I have received some internal injury." 

He recalled the negro's prophecy, and said that 
he had had a narrow escape from its being ful- 
filled. However, he seemed much more concerned 
about my injuries than his own. 

As the accident had occurred some distance 
from any station, the engine was sent on ahead for 
help. It returned with a baggage car containing 
some doctors, and we were all placed in it and 
brought on to Birmingham, except one unfor- 
tunate man, who was found to be already dead. 
I remember that Charley during the journey to 
Birmingham was looking very pale, and, like 
the rest of the injured, lay down on the floor of 
the car. Strange to say, I was the only one able 
to sit up, although my neck was getting worse 
and worse every moment. 

On arrival at Birmingham, we were all taken to 
the little wooden hotel where Charley and I had 
stopped a couple of weeks before. 

When we got out of the train, I appeared to be 
less hurt than anybody, and the people waiting 


on the platform crowded round me, and asked me 
questions as to how the accident had occurred. 
When the doctors came to me, I remember show- 
ing them my hand, the fingers of which were 
broken, and telhng them that my neck hurt me. 
After they had examined me, one of the doctors 
said: " Never mind about your hand; your head 
and neck are seriously injured, and you must go 
to bed immediately." 

I was quite surprised, as I did not think I was 
so badly hurt ; but I went to the same little room 
in which Charley and I had slept before, and got 
into my bed, which I did not leave again for over 
a month. My neck turned out to be indeed very 
badly hurt, and the doctors said that if Charley 
had received the same injuries it would have 
killed him on the spot, as it would nine out of ten 

A Tender Nurse. 

I was obliged to have my head supported 
b}'^ cardboard bandages for a month to come. 
Charley was the only nurse I had, though he also 
was suffering from his injuries. He attended to 
my wants better and more tenderly than any 
woman could have done, and was most anxious 
about me, never leaving me even to attend to 
his coal investment business. All that he was 
anxious about was to get me safely home to 
Ireland, though he was still in negotiations 


about his £3,000 investment. We had to sleep 
together in the same small bed, which was much 
too small for both of us, especially under the 

We had nobody to wait on us, but at times 
friends used to come and see us and keep us 
company, for which we were heartily grateful. 
Among them were Miss Callaghan, who was a friend 
of mine at West Point, and Father Galvin, an 
Irish priest related to the Father Galvin of Rath- 
drum who in after-days used to assist Charley 
during his political fights. Everyone showed us 
the utmost kindness, and we made many new 
friends, none of whom, however, realized that my 
pale-faced nurse, himself suffering though un- 
complaining, was a few years later to become 
the world-renowned champion of Irish liberty. 

Abortive Negotiations. 

When I was well on the road to recovery, 
Charley used to take trips to the Warrior coalfield, 
especially to inspect the suspensory work of the 
roof of the bridge, in which he seemed to take 
an absorbing interest. I used to be very nervous 
about his safety during his absence, picturing 
him alone in that dangerous spot, but he returned 
safely every evening. 

He told me that he had made no arrangements 
yet with the owners of the coal-mines, but had 


asked them to draw up a partnership agreement 
and bring it round to the hotel. 

As soon as I was well enough, Charley appointed 
a day for the owners of the coal-mine to meet in 
our bedroom at the hotel, and conclude the agree- 
ment for him to become a part owner in the mines 
on introducing a capital of £3,000. I advised him 
to go into it, and also to buy up a large tract of the 
Long Leaf pine-lands, close to the coal-mines, under 
which I believed that the coal-seam stretched. 
The purchase money for the pine-lands was only 
one dollar per acre, and of this only ten cents per 
acre had to be paid in cash down, the remainder 
being payable in instalments extending over 
several years. I pointed out that, quite apart 
from the coal, the timber on these lands 
would have repaid Charley handsomely. In 
this, however, as in all other matters, he pre- 
ferred to follow his own view uninfluenced by 
anyone else. 

The owners, when they came to our bedroom 
(I was still in bed), brought with them an agree- 
ment ready for Charley to sign. After reading it 
over carefully, he said it would not do at all, as, 
although he was advancing all the capital, he 
was not getting complete control. He made it 
quite clear that the future of the mine depended 
upon the capital provided to work it, and that it 
was essential that he should have full manage- 


Anyhow, after a prolonged argument, in which 
neither side would give way, the whole scheme 
fell through, and the owners left. 

The mine afterwards, in other hands, proved a 
complete success, as it would have done if Charley 
had had his way. 

In a couple of days I was able to walk well 
enough to get back to my plantation at West 
Point. On arriving there, my people were de- 
lighted to see us back again, as the rumour had 
got about that I had been killed. 

We remained there for about two weeks, whilst 
I disposed of my cotton crop and gradually re- 
turned to health. We commenced to collect the 
evidence of witnesses with a view to taking an 
action for damages against the North and South 
Railway, which, however, the lawyers advised us 
was bankrupt. Finally, however, we decided to 
abandon the suit, at any rate for a time. 

A Quarrel. 

One day while we were at West Point, I took 
Charley to look at a house which I was building 
for a Mr. Joseph Field and his wife, who were 
farming part of my land. Mr. Field was at home, 
and Charley had a long chat with him about his 
experiences in America. Mr. Field, who was an 
Ulster Protestant, though his wife was a Catholic, 
came back with us to my place, and there made 


some rather impertinent remarks about the house 
which I was building not being good enough 
for him. Charley lost his temper, and cried: 
** It is too good for you !" This led to angry 
words, and very nearly to blows, Charley having 
actually taken off his coat with the intention 
of thrashing Mr. Field, when I separated them. 
I may say that I always found Mr. Field a 
most respectable man, and got on very well 
with him. 

The quarrel soon came to an end, as quickly 
as it had begun, and before we reached home 
perfect friendship had been restored, and we all 
had dinner together. Mr. Field ever after used 
to speak very highly of Charley, saying what 
wonderful piercing dark eyes he had. 

We had a couple of days' shooting before 
leaving West Point, and, as Charley disliked so 
much the greasy Southern food, we took with us 
plenty of " Bob Whites," as partridges were called 
in that neighbourhood, ready-cooked, to eat on 
our journey to New York. 

On the way we stopped at the Clover Hill 
coal-mines in Virginia. As our mother, our uncle 
Stewart, and Charley himself, owned a number of 
shares in that mine, he thought it was a good 
opportunity to break his journey and inspect it. 
The mine was reached by a branch from the main 
line, the train running at a high speed on wooden 
rails, which caused it to bump and sway as if it 


was going to jump the track. This, in view of 
our recent accident, made Charley distinctly 
nervous, and we went and ate our cold partridges 
on the steps of the last car, so that we could jump 
off quickty if anything happened. I must say 
that the steps proved a very uncomfortable seat, 
especially as the train was swaying about so much, 
and we were several times nearly thrown off. 
However, Charley was still very much haunted by 
the negro's prediction. 

On arriving at Clover Hill Station we called at 
the manager's house, and he came out and showed 
us all over the mines. 

Charley went down in the cage of one of the 
principal shafts, and he told me afterwards that 
he had just as narrow an escape as he had had in 
the railroad smash, as while he was standing up 
in the cage, being slightly bent owing to his height, 
his head was very nearly cut off in one place 
during the descent by the projecting wall of the 
mine. This incident still further increased the 
superstitions which had grown upon him during 
the last few weeks. 

When he came up, he described to me the 
geological formation of the mine. I had always 
been very interested in the study of geology, and 
on hearing his description I said: " That mine is 
no good; the coal in it will soon give out on 
account of its lying on the granite rock forma- 
tion, — a very unusual circumstance." Charley 


in the early days used to make fun of my 
geological knowledge, though he afterwards set 
to work to study it in earnest himself. In 
this case my judgment proved to be correct, 
for the mine in after-years turned out to be 

We left Clover Hill and caught the train on the 
through line. In the same sleeper Charley met 
Mr. R. A. Lancaster, his and his uncle's Wall 
Street banker and broker, whom he knew very 
well, and they sat up most of the night talking 

A Threatened Arrest. 

On arrival the next morning in New York, 
Charley, who had put up at the Jersey City Hotel, 
went to see Mr. Robinson, his attorney, as Mr. 
Lancaster had informed him in the train that he 
had been sued by a Wall Street sharper, who had 
heard that he had only just come over from 
Ireland, and had persuaded him, before going 
South, to contract for some shares in a bogus 
company. This man threatened to have him 
arrested in order to prevent him leaving for 
Ireland, but Charley, on Mr. Lancaster's advice, 
remained in Jersey City, where he could not be 

After spending Christmas quietly in Jersey 
City, we left for Ireland on the s.s. City of Antwerp, 
on New Year's Day, 1872. On the morning of our 


departure I had to go over to New York City to 
transact some business for him, and only got 
to the vessel, after wading through the snow up to 
my knees, when the gangway was just about to 
be drawn up. I found Charley hanging over the 
rail in great excitement as to whether I was going 
to miss the boat. 



There was little of special interest in the voyage, 
except one day when we were halfway across. 
The steamer stopped suddenly for some unex- 
plained reason, though there was no heavy sea or 
wind at the time. I was walking about on deck, 
and came across Charley leaning over the rail and 
looking very uneasy. He asked me in a nervous 
manner: "John, what has happened?" I said 
I did not know, and in a moment or two the 
steamer started again. 

On another occasion a heavy sea was running. 
I was playing chess below, while Charley was asleep 
on the seat beside me. The steamer suddenly 
gave an awful lurch, and seemed for a few instants 
on the point of turning turtle. Charley was 
pitched head first right over two tables, while I 
just managed to keep my balance, though the 
chess-board and men were scattered over the 
saloon. When the steamer righted herself, Charley 
got up, thoroughly awakened and considerably 



Back in Ireland. 

When we arrived off Queenstown, the weather 
was so bad that we could not land, and had to go 
on to Liverpool. We then crossed to Dublin and 
went straight down to Avondale. Charley ex- 
pressed his vivid delight at being back home 
again, as he had never really enjoyed being in 

Charley and I used to take a good many walking 
trips to Aughavannagh, where he became inter- 
ested in the production of turf. Soon after we 
went to Paris, where our uncle Stewart often kept 
Charley up till two o'clock in the morning talking 
about American mortgages and bonds. Charley 
found the technical terms very confusing, but did 
his best to acquire a grip of American finance, as 
there was a probability that our uncle, who was 
then an old man, would leave him some of his 
property on his death. 

We then went over to London, where our 
guardian, Sir Ralph Howard, sent over to ask us 
to come and see him at his hotel. He was a 
widower, and growing old and feeble, and par- 
ticularly wanted to see me, as he had made me one 
of his heirs. We went round to call on him, and 
I remember being very nervous, as I wished to 
make a good impression on our uncle, and I knew 
that, after my rough life in America, my clothes 


would be distinctly behind the London fashions. 
I went in to see him alone, and talked to him for 
some time about America. When I came out, 
Charley went in to see Sir Ralph, and unfortun- 
ately mentioned the fact that the railway accident 
had taken place in the Alabama coalfield, which 
rather prejudiced our uncle against investing his 
money there, and disturbing his existing invest- 
ments in English mines. 

Sir Ralph Howard took a great deal of interest 
in Charley's account of American mines and their 
great future. Thinking that he was doing me a 
good turn, he praised up my investments in land 
in Alabama more than they were justified, which 
unluckily, as events turned out, acted greatly to 
my disadvantage. 

After our interview with Sir Ralph we went back 
to Avondale, where we saw a good deal of our 
sisters, Mrs. Dickinson and Mrs. McDermott, 
Captain Dickinson being the agent for my property 
in Armagh. I found, however, that Captain 
Dickinson had allowed the rents to fall consider- 
ably into arrears. He resigned his agency, and 
I set to work collecting the arrears myself. I 
experienced little trouble in getting in the rent on 
the first gale day, though after two years I gave up 
acting as my own agent, as I saw that the tenants 
could not possibly pay in a bad time, as it was 
difficult enough to get in the rents in compara- 
tively good times. 


It was thought that because I had in some in- 
stances to take proceedings against the tenants I 
was acting harshly, but I had to provide both for 
my sisters' annuities and the Trinity College head 
rent, which had also fallen into arrears, getting 
nothing for myself. My collecting, although I met 
with considerable success in it, certainly opened my 
eyes to the real condition of the tenant farmers, 
especially as at this time Mr. Butt was advocating 
his tenant-right principles. 

We were down at Avondale for some con- 
siderable time, Charley taking a great interest in 
the timber, which by means of his sawmills he 
manufactured into various articles in order to 
provide for the growing demand which existed 
in America for Irish-made articles. 

Our Guardian's Death. 

Our mother and sisters, having left Paris, 
stopped for some time in London, where they 
frequently visited Sir Ralph Howard, who was 
in very bad health, and our mother finally spent 
several weeks with him. He gradually became 
worse, and one day at Avondale, as Charley and 
myself were walking about the demesne, we got a 
telegram from our mother saying that Sir Ralph 
Howard was dying, and that we must hurry over 
to London if we wished to see him while he was 
still living. 



As the mail train had just left, we got a car to 
drive us at furious speed to Kingstown, where we 
arrived at the Carlisle pier just in time to catch the 
mail boat. We reached London early the next 
morning, and after breakfast with our mother and 
our sisters, Emily, Sophy, and Fanny, went over 
to Sir Ralph Howard's hotel in Belgrave Square. 
We found, to our regret, that he was unconscious, 
though he recovered sufficiently to recognize us 
and to smile at us, but was not able to speak. 

He died a couple of hours after our arrival, and 
at the funeral Charley and Lord Claude Hamilton 
(afterwards the Duke of Abercorn) and myself 
were among the mourners. 

When the will was read, it was found that he had 
not forgotten our family. He had left me what 
appeared to be a very considerable fortune, 
derived from his English mining investments, 
which brought my income to an almost equal 
amount to what Charley received from Avondale. 

I might explain here the reason why my father 
left Avondale to Charley. Although I was the 
eldest son, my great-uncle and guardian. Sir 
Ralph Howard, had always told my father that 
he intended to leave me a considerable portion of 
his property, as under the terms of Colonel Hayes's 
will Avondale was always to pass to the second son. 
It was for that reason that, under my father's will, 
I was only left the comparatively unproductive 
estate in Armagh, burdened as it was, moreover, by 


annuities to my sisters. The relations between 
my father and myself were always perfectly 
cordial, but he, naturally, did not wish to leave any 
of his sons unprovided for, and so left the Carlow 
property to Henry, as I was the prospective heir 
of Sir Ralph. 

Sir Ralph had, however, probably owing to 
Charley's conversation with him, altered his will 
by a codicil, leaving me in the end only half the 
amount of his original bequest, amounting to 
about £4,000 a year, the other half being left to his 
cousin. Lord Claude Hamilton, owing to the in- 
crease in value of the investments since the 
will was made. However, he made me liable for 
all the calls on the shares. 

After Sir Ralph Howard's death I received many 
congratulations on my good-fortune, and went over 
to Paris to visit my mother's brother, Mr. Charles 
Stewart, who had, however, left for Rome. While 
there he caught the Roman fever, against which 
he had previously warned Charley, and my mother 
was very anxious about his condition. She got 
telegrams daily as to his progress, but, seeing that 
he became gradually worse, determined to go over 
and nurse him herself. However, in spite of her 
devoted care, he died shortly afterwards. 

Our uncle's will was opened a few days later, 
when we found that he had left all his large fortune 
in Southern railroad bonds and shares to our 


During our stay in Paris we assisted our mother 
to arrange her brother's affairs. According to the 
Continental custom, all his effects were sealed until 
our mother took out administrative papers. But 
Charle}^ insisted that his late uncle was an Ameri- 
can subject, and finally obtained relief from the 
complicated process of the Continental law. It 
was at this time that Charley met at the house of 
his sister (Mrs. Thompson) an American beauty, 
who fell violently in love with him, and to escape 
whose advances he hastened his return to Ireland, 
while I remained in Paris with my sister Fanny. 

A Palmist's Prediction. 

One day while in Paris, Fanny, who was always 
inclined towards spiritualism, asked me to come 
with her to see a lady palmist whom she had pre- 
viously consulted. I went with her, and sat down 
while the palmist made a thorough examination 
of the lines of my hand. Both Fanny and myself 
were very much astonished at her reading from 
my hand more of Charley's character than my 
own, though she did not know my brother or even 
our name. She made what afterwards proved to 
be a correct forecast of Charley's future career in 
politics, and the high position to which he was 
ultimately to attain. To our dismay, however, she 
added, just when I was about to get up, that some- 
thing dreadful was to happen to him if he was not 


very careful. She did not say what the nature of 
this catastrophe would be. 

Soon after this I returned to join Charley at 
Avondale, and, as I was now well off, took all the 
shooting of Aughavannagh, but did not lease the 
barracks themselves. Charley, Captain Dickinson, 
and myself, spent a couple of weeks down there 
grouse-shooting, and also got up a number of 
coursing matches with the neighbours. 

In the meantime our mother had wound up her 
brother's affairs in Paris, and returned to Ireland 
to make arrangements to go to New York to see 
after the property in which our uncle was con- 
cerned over there. 

Lord Carysf ort, Charley, and myself, had a good 
deal of shooting together, and on one occasion 
Charley and I had a regular quarrel as to who had 
shot a particular bird at which we both fired at the 
same moment. I remember, when we arrived at 
Lord Carysf ort's, the latter said: " Now that you 
have come home, you must remain here and take 
up your position in the county." 

Those days during the latter end of 1873 we 
spent quietly in Wicklow, no one realizing the 
imperceptible trend of Charley's mind towards 
politics. There was no doubt, however, that the 
events which were occurring in Ireland occupied 
a considerable portion of his thoughts. 

The country was at that time chiefly concerned 
with the tenant-right system, which then, however, 


was only legally recognized in Ulster. Isaac Butt, 
whose defence of the Fenians arrested during the 
panic in 1867 had gained him considerable 
notoriety and support from all sections of the Irish 
party, had now assumed the leadership in the 
House of Commons. His policy, however, was 
that of a strictly constitutional campaign in 
favour of Irish rights. In theory this was the 
ideal course to take, but in practice it was of very 
little use. As Charley, with his keen insight into 
the main principles of politics, soon realized, once 
he had assimilated the atmosphere of the House 
of Commons, constitutional methods were simply 
beating time so far as Irish interests were con- 
cerned. Butt was thoroughly devoted to the 
Irish cause, and had an ultimate vision of Home 
Rule, but he was bound head to foot by the red 
t^pe of constitutionalism. Charley appreciated 
his intentions, but, as I shall show afterwards, 
put them in more practical form by the use of 
original methods. 

Now that we are on the threshold of Charley's 
political career, I must explain to the best of my 
abilit}^ the motives and the influences which caused 
him to enter politics. 


Crossing the Rubicon. 

How did my brother actually come to enter 
politics ? That is a question which I have been 
often asked, but which I have always found it 
impossible to answer in a single sentence, or with 
any certainty as to the exact causes which com- 
pelled him to adopt a political career. 

His actual decision was a sudden and even 
dramatic one. 

It took place one night early in 1874, when 
Charley and I were dining with our sister Emily 
and her husband, Captain Dickinson, at their 
house at 22, Lower Pembroke Street, Dublin. 7 

A Wager. 

I remember the occasion vividly, for it followed 
on a humorous and somewhat trivial incident 
which was, however, illustrative of Charley's 

He had come up from Cork that night, and, 
finding on his arrival at Kingsbridge that the time 



of his engagement for dinner was very close, said 
to a jarvey at the station: " I'll give you half a 
crown if you get me to 22, Lower Pembroke Street 
by seven o'clock, or nothing at all if you are a 
minute after that." The man, after a moment's 
hesitation, accepted the terms of the wager, but 
he arrived at the Dickinsons' house a few minutes 
after seven, the time agreed upon, and was 
promptly told by Charley that he had lost the bet 
and would receive nothing. • 

The jarvey, however, being a poor sportsman, 
wished to win both wa^/s, and demanded his fare, 
with many imprecations. Charley steadily re- 
fused to pay him, and left him exercising his lungs 
on the pavement. In this, as in after-years when 
transacting the more important business of politics, 
Charley, while always trying to get the best terms 
possible, believed that a bargain, once definitely 
struck, was inviolable, even if the other side had 
obtained the more favourable terms. 

The conversation at the dinner itself was of a 
light nature, and was largely concerned with the 
discussion of Charley's affair with the jarvey. 

Afterwards, however, it drifted into an argument 
as to tenant right and Butt's movement in general. 
Charley took little active part in the arguments 
advanced for either side. 


The Die cast. 

Suddenly, when we had discussed the situation 
from all points of view, Charley cried: " By Jove, 
John, it would be a grand opening for me to 
enter politics !" 

This frank avowal by one who had always been 
so reticent as to his real views took our breath 
away for a moment. Then we all cried, carried 
away by the idea and the firm conviction of 
his words: " Yes, it would. It is a splendid 

Once his mind was made up, Charley never 
wasted time in words. Speechifying, even if abso- 
lutely necessary, he always abhorred, and his 
resolution once taken, his action followed as 
promptly as the thunder after lightning. 

Accordingly, we had hardly had time to express 
our approval, when, without any other words of 
explanation, he went on to say, betraying no ex- 
citement: ** John, will you and Dickinson come 
down with me to the Freeman's office ?" 

I excused myself, and he and Captain Dickinson 
set out at once (it was then just midnight) to see 
the editor of Freeman's Journal. I stayed behind 
with my sister, who insisted on waiting up till 
their return. We were both very excited, and 
the hours of waiting seemed interminable. 


A Rebuff. 

It was after 2 a.m. when they returned. Charley 
looked disheartened and annoyed. He had in- 
deed met with a serious rebuff at the very outset 
of his political career. 

At that time he was High Sheriff of Wicklow, 
and directly he told the editor of Freeman's 
Journal of his intention of standing for Parlia- 
ment, the latter said that it would be impossible 
for him to do so, as his resignation from the High 
Shrievalty would have first to be tendered to, and 
be accepted by, the Lord Lieutenant. 

Next morning Charley hurried off to present his 
resignation to the Lord Lieutenant, who said, 
however, that he could not accept it there and 
then, as certain formalities had to be complied 

This did away with any chance of Charley con- 
testing Wicklow at that election, as the other 
candidates were already in the field. 

The delay, and what he conceived to be a slight 
on the part of the Lord Lieutenant, in not immedi- 
ately accepting his resignation, and so setting him 
free to contest the seat, stung Charley deeply, and 
left him with a feeling of resentment against the 
English Government, which quickly became a 
rooted portion of his character. 



However, he was not to be turned from his point 
once he had definitely decided upon a course of 
action. When a front movement failed, he was 
always ready with a new flank attack. So, when 
we were again assembled at dinner the next 
evening, I noticed that Charley was in real fighting 
form. He said little, and seemed to be turning 
things over carefully in his mind ; but there was a 
light in his eyes which I knew well from the days 
of our boyish quarrels, and I waited patiently until 
he should arrive at a solution, as I felt assured 
he would sooner or later, of his present difficulty. 

Emily, Captain Dickinson, and myself, were dis- 
cussing Charley's position, trying to invent means 
of extricating him from his dilemma, when Charley 
suddenly lifted his head, and, looking straight at 
me, said: " John, we must run you." 

I was thoroughly taken aback by the idea, 
which was quite new to me, and which I by no 
means welcomed. I pointed out that he, with his 
wealth and his Wicklow connection and influence, 
was the only one to have a chance; while I, owing 
to my property, was really more of an Armagh man, 
and was, besides, somewhat prejudiced in public 
opinion, because I had lived in America and 
carried on fruit-farming there. He brushed aside 
all my arguments, and I finally consented, rather 


against my own judgment, but thinking that by 
doing so I might help Charley to enter politics — 
a course which I had already strongly urged him 
to take. 

Immediately I had yielded my somewhat grudg- 
ing consent, Charley took pen and ink and began 
to draw up my election address, to which I refer 
in the succeeding chapter. I was therefore 
launched in politics, but, what proved to be more 
important, it was Charley who launched me and 
who directed my course. For it was in the wake of 
my fruitless little Wicklow expedition in 1874 that 
he himself became drawn into the sea of politics. 

I have said that I did my best to escape from 
an unsolicited and unprepared entry into public 
life. But from the moment he had said, " John, 
we must run you," I knew that his mind was made 
up, and that I must either follow the course which 
he had set for me, or break with him once for 
all. It was the manner of his after Parliamentary 
days, but it was already completely developed. 

A Shrouded Growth. 

How it developed, how Charley came to take 
any interest in politics at all, still more how he 
came so suddenly to show a complete mastery of 
them, is the mystery. 

It is one which it is very hard to solve to any 
degree of satisfaction, as, in spite of my almost 


constant intimacy with Charley during his early 
years, I have so little to go upon as regards things 
spoken, and as regards things written nothing at all. 

Charley kept his own counsel even as a boy. 
As a man this trait developed to such an extent 
that it was only on very rare occasions that one 
caught a glimpse of the real man beneath the 
courteous but frigid exterior. 

If an3^thing can be said to have been the first 
impulse that directed Charley's attention towards 
politics, it was the American Civil War. This was 
a constant topic of discussion in our family circle, 
owing to our being American on our mother's side. 
Charley, as I have said, at first warmly espoused 
the cause of the North, as being that of anti- 
slavery, though during his visit to America his 
sympathies gradually veered towards the South, 
which he came to regard as the section actually 
fighting for freedom. 

There is no doubt that the immense sacrifices 
made on behalf of liberty, which he often discussed 
with Mr. Harry King, Mr. Matt Hill, and other 
Americans with whom he came in contact, made 
a profound and lasting impression upon his mind. 

Charley in Conversation. 

But it must be remembered that then, as ever, 
he was always a questioner rather than an in- 
formant. He wanted to get every scrap of infor- 


mation and every shade of opinion on any subject 
in which he took a real interest, but at the same 
time he did not Hke disclosing his own views, 
especially when they were, so to speak, in the 
melting-pot. Once he arrived at a definite opinion, 
he used to express it (and then only when he con- 
sidered such an expression of opinion to be abso- 
lutely unavoidable) as clearly and in as few words 
as possible, giving no reasons, however, for his 
having arrived at that opinion. 

As he gradually grew out of childhood, this 
reserve of Charley's became more and more 
accentuated. The greater portion of it was un- 
doubtedly due to a mixture of nervousness and 
pride, resulting in a sort of shy repulsion towards 
allowing his inner thoughts and real nature to 
appear on the surface, to be at the mercy of the 
multitude. There was also, it must be owned, at 
times what appeared to be just a trace of affecta- 
tion in this Sphinx-like attitude towards the 
world in general. 

The Wink of the Sphinx. 

I remember meeting Charley, when he was in the 
height of his glory, one day in Kildare Street. I 
had only just returned from one of my trips to 
America, and had that morning seen him at 
Morrison's Hotel. I was expecting to meet him 
at Harcourt Street Station in the evening, and to 


go down with him to Avondale. We were going in 
opposite directions, and passed on the same pave- 
ment, almost touching one another. Charley, 
however, showed not the slightest sign of recog- 
nition until we were almost side by side; then he 
just winked the eye nearest to me. 

It was no sign of boisterous jollity or facetious 
slyness, such as the dropping of the eyelid generally 
betokens. Charley simply wished to show that 
he had seen and recognized me, but did not wish 
to disturb his demeanour of perfect composure and 
aloofness. And how great an asset that aloofness 
was perhaps he himself only knew. It was not 
only an armour against the English ; it was a robe 
that attracted the loyalty, and even the wild en- 
thusiasm, of his own countrymen, while at the 
same time repelling their intimacy. 

So it can easily be understood that Charley's 
mind could not be read as a book. It was only 
a stray straw that gave an indication — often not 
more than a suspicion — of the way the wind was 

If the American Civil War may be said to have 
first aroused Charley's interest in politics, it was 
certainly the Fenian outbreak that concentrated 
that interest on Irish affairs. With the Fenian 
doctrine itself, and especially with the Fenian 
methods, he was never really in sympathy, though 
he used the great power of that well-organized 
body to effect his own ends, or, rather, to further 


that policy which he beUeved to be more beneficial 
to his country as a whole. 

His loyalty to the Throne was above suspicion, 
though he always treated the English as open 
enemies, and regarded their politicians with the 
utmost suspicion. Our mother, though American 
to the core, a burning enthusiast in the cause of 
Irish liberty, and possessed of an inveterate hatred 
of England — against which country her famous 
father, Commodore Stewart, had so often waged 
battle with conspicuous success on the high seas — 
yet always instilled into her children the principles 
of personal loyalty to their Sovereign, which she 
held not to be inconsistent with individual liberty. 

A Mother's Advice. 

Here are some extracts from one of her letters 
to me when I was a Member of Parliament, con- 
taining an exhortation which she must often have 
addressed to Charley as well during his lifetime. 
It shows her loyalty towards Queen Victoria, her 
dislike (at that time) of the extremists, and her 
sympathy with the Irish peasantry: 

How the Queen must despise low, mean, 
mischief - making extremists ! They get 
money by rousing passions and exaggerating 
aims. If they succeed, rebellion and anarchy 
will run riot in Europe. . . . 

The well-off people are making misery in 


Ireland. Do not let the poorer be exasper- 
ated. Say a word if you can. Have the 
poorer protected. 

Ireland seems to have more manufactories. 
Get them stimulated and protected; young 
factories need protection. My father and 
your brother thought this. 

The Queen is wise and good; find out her 
opinions. Her Ministers are not infallible. 

In another letter she urges me to attend the 
levees and other Court functions. 

But if the cause of the Fenians did not enlist 
Charley's sympathies, the support which they re- 
ceived made him consider the abuses and distress 
which existed in his own country, which he saw 
more and more in their naked hideousness as he 
went about among his tenants on the Avondale 

The Manchester Executions. 

It was the Manchester executions in 1867, how- 
ever, that made the most marked impression on 
him. He vehementlj^ declared that the killing of 
Sergeant Brett was no premeditated murder, but 
an accident — a declaration that he repeated with 
even more force to a startled House of Commons 
in 1875, when Sir Michael Hicks-Beach referred 
to those who perished on the scaffold as " mur- 

About this time I often used to find him at 



Avondale crouching over one of his beloved 
wood fires, deep in thought and crooning over 
to himself snatches of the " Wearing of the 

Although loyal, as I have said, he bitterly re- 
sented the raid made on our house in Temple 
Street during the Fenian outbreak, and the re- 
moval of our swords and uniforms. Jest though 
he did, that and the supercilious way he was 
treated by the officers at the Castle, as, if not 
actually a Fenian, at any rate a sympathizer with 
the Irish cause, certainly fanned his dislike of 
England, inherited as it was through his mother, 
to a flame of concentrated enmity. 

** Had we never met and never parted." 

Two influences nearly caused him to settle down 
for good in private life. One was his engagement 
to Miss Woods, which, had it turned out as he 
expected, would have meant his living a contented 
and comfortable life at Avondale, on the Con- 
tinent, or in America. His jilting undoubtedly 
helped to drive his energies into politics, for he 
was deeply hurt at the idea of being considered 
simply a country gentleman without any special 

The other was his interest in American mines. 
If he had taken more kindly to American life, and 
had not been so much upset by the railway acci- 


dent, he might have died a wealthy but unremem- 
bered American mining magnate. 

Commerce, especially in the direction of mining, 
always had a special fascination for him, and 
might at any time have proved a profitable career 
had not the still stronger fascination of politics 

On his return to Ireland, he found Butt's tenant- 
right campaign in full swing, and studied it closely 
in the newspapers of all shades of opinions, though 
his comments were few and far between. 

One day when he was standing in front of the 
fire at Avondale, I said to him: *' Why don't you 
take up this tenant-right business of Butt's and 
enter Parliament ?" I had just then gained con- 
siderable insight into the tenant-right system 
through acting as my own agent on my Armagh 
estate, and had been arguing with Charley as to 
the desirability of extending the system through- 
out Ireland. 

He replied curtly: " I could not, because I would 
not join that set." His pride, in other words, 
prevented him moving with the Home Rulers of 
that time, because they were beneath him in 
station. That feeling he had apparently subdued 
sufficiently by the time of the dinner-party in 
1874 for him, at least, to consent to mix with the 
Nationalist party. But to the end of his career 
he was never intimate with the members of his 
party, however closely he might be brought into 


contact with them in the rtansaction of pohtical 
business. He was always a man apart, and in his 
isolation lay his strength. 

His Character — by his Mother. 

With regard to this and other traits of his 
character, I do not think I can do better than 
quote a letter from our mother, in which she ex- 
presses, with her customary directness, her opinion 
of Charley and his political associates. After 
saying that Charley offended Gladstone owing to 
his independence, and after referring to the Irish 
leaders as being of little account, she says : 

Your brother is the only gentleman in the 
whole set — so high-principled, so strictly deli- 
cate and correct-minded. I swear by him. 
Hear all the Billingsgate of some of the others. 
Your brother never called one of them by any 
fool-names. He only told facts, and only 
called Davitt a political jackdaw. 

He is a close follower of Biblical morality. 
... I swear by his strong and scrupulous 
morality, and even spirituality. What a 
good, benevolent, unselfish, self-respecting 
man he has been ! 

That is enough for me. I wonder what 
Gladstone sinned in when a young man. 
Ever your fond mother, 

Delia T. S. Parnell. 


The Wicklow Election. 

I CONSIDER the Wicklow election, as I have indi- 
cated in the last chapter, to be Charley's first 
entrance into politics, though, as High Sheriff of 
Wicklow, he was supposed to occupy a neutral 

It was he, however, who, as I have said, drew 
up my election address, sitting opposite to me at 
Captain Dickinson's dining-table. It was his first 
printed political utterance, and, with the exception 
of a few slight alterations which I suggested to 
him, is entirely the voicing of his own opinions at 
that time. As such, I think it deserves quoting 
in full. It runs as follows: 

To the Electors of the County Wicklow. 


Believing that the time has arrived for 

all true Irishmen to unite in the spontaneous 

demand for justice from England that is now 

convulsing the country, I have determined to 



offer myself for the honour of representing 
you in ParUament. 

The principles for which my ancestor, Sir 
John Parnell, then Chancellor of the Irish 
Exchequer, refused the peerage from an 
English Government are still mine, and the 
cause of Repeal of the Union under its new 
name of Home Rule will always find in me a 
firm and honest supporter. 

My experience of the working of the Ulster 
system of Land Tenure in the North convinces 
me that there is no other remedy for the un- 
fortunate relations existing between landlord 
and tenant in other parts of Ireland than the 
legalization through the whole of the country 
of the Ulster Tenant Right, which is prac- 
tically Fixity of Tenure, or some equivalent 
or extension of a custom which has so 
increased the prosperity of the thriving 

A residence for several years in America, 
where Religious and Secular Education are 
combined, has assured me that the attempt 
to deprive the youth of the country of spiritual 
instruction must be put down, and I shall give 
my support to the Denominational System 
in connection both with the University and 
Primary branches. 

Owing to the great tranquillity of the 
Country, I think it would now be a graceful 
act to extend the Clemency of the Crown to 
the remaining Political Prisoners. 


My grandfather and uncle represented this 
County for many years, and as you have ex- 
perienced their trustworthiness, so I also hope 
you will believe in mine. 

I am. Gentlemen, 

Yours truly, 
John Howard Parnell. 

We were rather behindhand, as the other candi- 
dates had already issued their election addresses 
and started canvassing. 

A Stump Speech. 

However, nothing daunted, Charley set off by 
the morning train to Rathdrum to show the people 
we were really in earnest. He had been regarded 
in many quarters, owing to his position, as a 
stanch Conservative, and his appearance as the 
supporter of a Nationalist candidate aroused con- 
siderable suspicion. 

When he arrived it was fair-day, and, after 
looking round the market-place and finding the 
farmers eyeing him very curiously, he suddenly 
mounted a big beer-barrel, in the midst of the 
cattle and sheep, and addressed the astonished 

His speech, I believe, though deHvered with 
some of the hesitation due to its being a maiden 
one, was a spirited and telling one. Probably, 


however, if it had not been for the strong support 
which the Parish Priest of Rathdrum, Father 
Galvin (whom I have ah*eady mentioned in con- 
nection with our American trip), had exercised 
among the clerg}^, he might have met with a hostile 
reception. Father Galvin, however, had from the 
outset warmly supported my candidature, though 
he knew very well that it was Charley who was at 
the bottom of the whole affair. 

When I arrived by the evening train (as Charley 
had wired me to do, even telling me if I was late 
to take a special engine) I learned that Father 
Galvin had telegraphed to the Arklow priests to 
come down to the station to meet me, and I found 
to my surprise that, when I stepped out of the 
train, the platform was crowded with priests, 
most of whom did not know either Charley or 

Headed by the band and escorted by the 
priests, I proceeded, accompanied by a large crowd, 
to Father Galvin's house. We afterwards had a 
round-table conference, where I was enthusiastic- 
ally welcomed as the candidate for Wicklow. 

Next day Charley set off for Hacketstown and 
West Wicklow canvassing for me, but met with a 
very mixed reception. When he returned, he 
told me that I could not count on much support 
from that side of the county, as they appeared on 
the whole to be likely to vote for the landlords. 
He came to my bedside one night, after I had been 


engaged in a hard day's work writing circulars, 
and said to me jokingly when I woke up: " John, 
what are you kicking up such a row about ?" I 
told him that it was not myself, but he, who was 
kicking up the row, and said: ** You are right to 
do so." 

I was duly nominated by Charley, as well as by 
a number of other Nationalists, and was carried 
round on the shoulders of the people. He told me 
after the election that he had even voted for me, 
but his vote was not allowed. 

I attributed a great deal of the antagonism 
shown towards me to the fact that I was the first 
to import frozen fruit from America to Ireland, 
which was followed by the importation of frozen 
meat, which local farmers thought would greatly 
injure their trade. To be American, in fact, was 
at that time considered a great reproach in Ireland 
amongst the agricultural classes. 

When Charley, as High Sheriff, announced the 
figures of the election, I found myself at the bottom 
of the poll ; but, considering all the circumstances, 
I, or rather we, had made a good fight. 

A Fight for Dublin. 

Defeat, as ever, only whetted Charley's ambition 
to succeed in the end. He had not long to wait. 
In 1874, Colonel Taylor, who was one of the 
Members for Dublin County, had to seek re- 


election owing to his having been appointed 
Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. Charley- 
had by then become recognized as a promising 
member of the Home Rule League, and they de- 
cided to put him up to make a good fight for what, 
however, the most sanguine considered to be a 
hopeless chance. 

After my defeat in Wicklow I had been over to 
America to see about my mother's affairs. What 
was known as the Black Friday Panic suddenly 
swept over the stock markets in New York when 
we were trying to realize our uncle's property, 
and the greater portion of the fine fortune left to 
my mother was lost. 

On my return to England, I was present at the 
Rotunda when Charley delivered his first public 
speech as a candidate for Dublin. It had been 
carefully thought out and written down on paper 
at Mrs. Dickinson's, in the top bedroom which he 
occupied there. The memorizing of it occupied 
him during a whole sleepless night, and when he 
appeared at breakfast he seemed very tired. I 
may mention that it was Charley's invariable habit 
to think out his plans in detail while in bed at 

When he delivered his speech I was standing 
close by him. After a few sentences he stopped 
suddenly, apparently tr3dng to recall a word 
which he had forgotten. He was not nervous, 
although the audience was. He seemed to search 


his brain deliberately for the missing word, dis- 
regarding all attempts on the part of friends to 
prompt him. When he had found it, we all realized 
that it was the only word to be fitly used in that 
connection. These pauses occurred several times 
during his speech, and no doubt gave rise to the 
impression among certain critics that he would 
never succeed as a public speaker. The whole- 
hearted applause of the audience, however, showed 
that, whatever the manner of his delivery, the 
matter of his speech had impressed itself on their 

His defeat did him no harm. As a matter of 
fact, by showing his dogged perseverance, it gained 
him yet more ground with his party, and he 
became a man to be estimated by them and feared 
by their opponents. 

Elected at Last. 

Then came his real chance. John Martin, one 
of the Members for Meath, died in March, 1875, 
and Charley was adopted as the official Nationalist 
candidate. He was opposed by an independent 
Home Ruler and a Tory. He was, however, re- 
turned at the head of the poll in April, 1876, and 
his success was followed by his being carried round 
a bonfire in the market square of Trim. 

The election was practically the result of an 
animated interview which he had with the Bishop, 


after which the support of the clergy was assured. 
The Bishop at first was prejudiced against him, 
as Charley afterwards told me; but my brother's 
arguments were so convincing, and his personal 
charm of manner so great, that he succeeded in 
winning the Bishop's support, and this made his 
election certain. 



Taking his Seat. 

Introduced by Captain Nolan, the Member for 
Galway, who was afterwards to prove a devoted 
adherent of his, and Mr. Ennis, the senior Member 
for Meath, my brother took his seat in the House 
of Commons on April 22, 1875. His policy in the 
House during the first session was characteristic of 
the man. He set himself to work to absorb im- 
pressions, to study the characters of his fellow- 
members, and to learn the complicated rules of 
procedure. He therefore made no attempt to 
startle the House with an ambitious maiden speech. 
A brief utterance of his, however, delivered four 
days after his entrance into the House, was suffi- 
cient to concentrate attention upon him, both 
among his fellow-members and the American and 
Irish sympathizers with the Nationalist cause. In 
opposing in Committee a Bill for the preservation 
of peace in Ireland, he said that " in the neglect 
of the principles of self-government lay the root of 
all Irish trouble," adding that " Ireland is not a 
geographical fragment, but a nation." 



During the rest of the session he is recorded by 
Hansard to have spoken on fourteen occasions, 
but his remarks were brief and business-like, and 
attracted no special attention except to establish 
an opinion that when he spoke he spoke to the 

There were fifty-nine Home Rulers in the House 
at the time when Charley entered it. He appears 
to have listened carefully to their speeches in 
order to arrive at a separate estimate of each man. 
As a whole, he soon arrived at the opinion that 
the Irish party simply devoted themselves to sup- 
porting measures favourable to Irish interests. 
It did not take him long to realize that this poHcy 
of itself would effect Httle. The Irish party and 
its aims were held of little account by both the great 
English parties,, and any measures introduced by 
them received the scantiest consideration. Their 
leader, Mr. Isaac Butt, refused to budge an inch 
from constitutional methods of warfare. I know 
that at that time both Charley and myself agreed 
that Butt was, if not too weak a man, at any rate 
too unenterprising to be the leader of what then 
appeared to be a forlorn hope. 

With his invariable resolve never to be beaten, 
Charley set himself to work silently but steadily 
to find a way out. For this purpose he looked 
round for a new policy, or rather a new plan of 
campaign and a fitting exponent of it. 


Mr. Biggar. 

He found both the pohcy and the man in Joseph 
Biggar. While the other members of the Irish 
party were content to be suppressed by force of 
numbers and by their obedience to the recognized 
rules of the political game, Biggar adopted an 
entirely independent attitude. He hated the 
English parties, despised the rules of the House, 
and feared nobody. 

As a speaker he was hopeless. His so-called 
"speeches" consisted of short, abrupt sentences, 
or often parts of sentences, with no connected, and 
certainly no original, idea running through them, 
and helped out, when words and ideas failed him, 
as they did repeatedly, by copious extracts from 
Blue Books, White Papers, and other documents, 
which earned him the well-deserved hatred of a 
long-suffering House. Hatred, however, on the 
part of the English members was Biggar's highest 
idea of glory. To realize that he had kept his 
fellow-members from their social engagements, 
and even their beds, was a triumph for him. In 
appearance he was a stout, good-humoured-looking 
man, with a round, bespectacled face and the 
general appearance of a prosperous tradesman. 

Force of Example. 

Although Biggar was treated with some con- 
tempt, even by the members of his own party, 


Charley soon realized that he had inaugurated an 
entirely new system of political warfare, which in 
more capable hands might be turned to good 

Charley accordingly set to work as unostenta- 
tiously as possible to master the rules of the 
House, and to derive from his fellow-members 
scraps of information as to the value of questions to 
Ministers, interjections, and other means by which 
a private member, even in the face of an over- 
whelming majority, could assert his own identity. 
But he did not attempt to put his principles into 
practice until he had thoroughly mastered his 
subject. He gradually trained himself by means 
of short speeches, formal motions, and questions, 
to overcome the diffidence and hesitation which 
he originally felt in making a public speech. At 
the same time he gradually acquired a sense, for 
which he was so much noted in later years, of 
attuning himself to the House of Commons, and 
becoming by degrees one of those few members 
whose every word, on however slight a subject, was 
listened to with attention. 

It was not until the session of 1876 that he 
definitely decided to make the power of the Irish 
party felt by clogging the political machine, which 
until then, by a sort of tacit consent, had run with 
perfect smoothness, throwing out Irish Bills with 
automatic regularity. Charley, however, deter- 
mined that henceforward not only would it be 


hard work for whatever government was in power 
to reject an Irish Bill, but that even EngHsh 
measures would be checked at every possible 
stage. He did not, however, definitely open his 
campaign of obstruction until after paying a visit to 
America in company with Mr. O'Connor Power, to 
deliver an address on the part of the more extreme 
Nationalists, to President Grant, on the occasion 
of the centenary of American Independence. 

Before he went to America he made a short 
utterance which, whether designed to that effect 
or not, certainly fixed upon him the attention of 
the Fenians, and went a long way to assure him 
of their future support. 

Sir Michael Hicks-Beach (afterwards Lord St. 
Aldwyn), who was then Chief Secretary for Ireland, 
referred, in a speech on Home Rule, to the Fenian 
outbreak at Manchester, describing the three men 
who had been executed as the " Manchester 

Charley interjected " No, no !" which caused 
Sir Michael Hicks-Beach to exclairii, amidst the 
cheers and groans of the united English parties: 
" I regret to hear that there is an hon. member 
in this House who will apologize for murder." 

My brother rose, I am told, with a deadly white 
face and blazing eyes, and said in a low voice, but 
in accents which were heard throughout the 
House: " I wish to say, as publicly and directly 
as I can, that I do not believe, and I never 



shall believe, that any murder was committed 
at Manchester." 

Sir Michael did not reply, but continued his 
speech, and the cheers with which Charley was 
welcomed by his Irish colleagues showed that he 
had scored his first striking victory. 

In America. 

When he came over to the United States in 
October, 1876, to present the Nationalist address 
to General Grant, I was in New York at the time, 
staying with my mother and my sister Fanny at the 
Fifth Avenue Hotel. Charley, after spending an 
hour with us, set off with Mr. Power to see General 
Grant, who was then in New York. The President 
received them cordially, but said that he could not 
officially accept the address, which had for its 
real purpose the attaining of some recognition, by 
America, of Ireland as a separate nation, without 
its being presented through the usual diplomatic 
channel, the British Ambassador, a course which 
they declined to take. 

Charley, after his brief interview with the Presi- 
dent, seemed to think it hopeless to expect any- 
thing more than polite answers and evasions, and 
accordingly returned to me, leaving Mr. Power to 
continue the negotiations. He seemed, when I saw 
him, to be annoyed with the attitude adopted by the 
President, and referred to him asa " vulgar old dog." 


Charley, Fanny, and myself, then went over to 
Philadelphia to see the Exhibition which was 
being held there in connection with the centenary 
of American Independence. We stopped at an 
hotel in Chesnut Street, and spent several 
days at the Exhibition and one night at the 
theatre, Charley appearing to be distinctly 
glad of the relaxation after what must have 
been his strenuous though secret efforts in Par- 

Whilst at the Exhibition he spent most of his 
time in the Machinery Hall, where he took special 
interest in the stone-cutting machinery, which he 
purposed using at his Avondale quarries. He also 
devoted a great deal of attention to the railroad 
bridge models, and also to models of road bridges 
in general. He stopped for some time before a 
model of a suspension bridge very closely re- 
sembling that over the Warrior River, which he had 
seen on his last visit to Alabama. Here, again, 
what attracted him was not so much the bridge 
itself as the design of the roofing, which he wished 
to adapt for his sawmills and cattle-sheds at 
Avondale. I took him with me to that Fruit Hall, 
and explained to him my system of transporting 
frozen peaches by rail. This idea, which was my 
own invention, consisted of a barrel with a parti- 
tion for ice on top, which could be rolled anywhere 
without damaging the fruit inside. As my peaches, 
when sent by these means, always arrived in first- 


rate condition, the idea attracted considerable 
attention in the fruit world. 

After the Philadelphia Exhibition, Charley went 
down to Virginia to pay another visit to the Clover 
Hill coal-mine. He wanted me to go with him, 
but our sister, Mrs. Thompson, objected, as she 
said that if the two of us went together there was 
certain to be a railway accident. He therefore 
went alone to the Clover Hill mines, but did not 
seem impressed with them as an investment. 

Shortly after this he returned to England, 
leaving Mr. O'Connor Power behind. Imme- 
diately on his arrival at Liverpool he delivered a 
stirring speech on the future of Home Rule, and the 
prejudice towards Ireland which existed in Eng- 
land. He said that he had been greatly impressed 
during his American visit by seeing in New York 
a review in which six thousand militia took part. 
He referred to the benefit which a force on those 
lines would be to Ireland under Home Rule. 
While it would be used to protect the interests of 
Ireland as an independent nation, there would be 
no danger of its being used against England or any 
other part of the British Empire, as so many of the 
opponents of Irish political liberty always alleged 
would be the case. 


A Start in Earnest. 

From 1877 onwards Charley openly pursued his 
policy of obstruction, aided by Biggar, Captain 
Nolan, and the rapidly growing section of the 
Irish party. The official leader, Mr. Butt, was 
placed in a very awkward position. He did not 
wish to adopt, or even to countenance, the system 
of obstruction, but neither did he wish definitely 
to set his face against it, and, by attempting to 
coerce the more extreme members of his party, 
cause a definite split in their ranks. His passive 
attitude, however, did much to lose him ultimately 
the leadership, and to build up Charley's undoubted 
claims to that position. 

Charley first devoted his attention to a series of 
English Bills, of which the Prisons Bill and the 
Marine Mutiny Bill were the principal measures. 
He, however, did not adopt the obvious course of 
simply opposing these Bills section by section, but 
brought forward many amendments which were 
distinct impi ovements on the measures in the form 
in which they were introduced. It was due in a 



very large degree to his amendments that the 
practice of flogging in the army and navy was 
finally abolished. 

When the Government attempted to pass the 
clauses of the Mutiny Bill in large batches, Charley 
insisted that they should be taken separately, much 
to the disgust of the English members, who saw in 
them little to discuss. Finally, when the temper 
of the House had risen to fever-heat. Butt came in, 
and in a speech which expressed his unchangeable 
belief in constitutional methods, and at the same 
time his weakness as a leader, deplored the system 
of obstruction, and disowned any responsibility 
for Charley's action. This speech, which was met 
with loud applause from the English members on 
both sides of the House, did Butt irreparable 
damage among his own party, and especially 
aroused the indignation of the Irish in America, 
who became more determined than ever to support 
Charley. A correspondence between Charley and 
Butt followed, but only served to widen the breach, 
as Charley claimed under the terms of his party 
pledge to have full independence of action except 
with regard to Irish measures. 

On July 2, 1877, Charley kept the House sitting 
from 4 p.m. to 7.15 a.m. on the vote for the Army 
Reserve. This system of obstruction, of which the 
foregoing was only a typical instance, exasperated 
the English members to such a degree that they 
naturally sought means of retaliation. New rules 


were brought in on July 27 by Sir Stafford North- 
cote, who proposed that if a member was twice 
declared out of order he should be suspended, and 
that motions to report progress and to like effect 
could only be moved once by each member during 
a debate. 

These rules, of course, were carried by an 
immense majority, although Charley made a 
spirited defence of his action. 

A Record Sitting. 

Hardly had these rules come into force, when a 
determined effort was made to nullify them. The 
South African Bill was being discussed, and Charley 
had repeatedly to be called to order; but his 
followers kept on rising with motions to report 
progress and every other imaginable device for 
delay, until the House was beside itself with irrita- 
tion. The sitting was dragged on through the early 
hours of the morning, in spite of a denouncement 
of the obstructionists' method by Butt, and even 
an appeal from the Chancellor of the Exchequer 
for some consideration on the part of the 
minority. Charley's little army took turns for 
rest, and finally the House adjourned at two 
o'clock the next afternoon, after a sitting lasting 
for twenty-six hours on end, which constituted 
a record. 

At the meetings held outside the House, and 


particularly in Dublin, my brother's methods were 
warmly supported, and he declared his full inten- 
tion of continuing them until a proper considera- 
tion was given to Irish measures. 

It was about this time that Charley entered into 
a close though informal alliance with the Fenians. 
I happened to be visiting Mr. Patrick Ford, of 
the Irish World, at his house in Brooklyn, some 
time after the compact between Charley and the 
Fenians became recognized by the mass of the 
members of the Clan-na-Gael, although not by 
the leaders. Mr. Ford, who was sitting by me on 
the sofa, said: ** I don't believe in j^our brother's 
constitutional policy, but we will give him a 

In 1878 a Home Rule Conference was held in 
Dublin, which proved an important turning-point 
in Charle^^'s career. He had already been elected 
President of the newly-formed Home Rule League, 
and on this occasion both Butt and himself 
announced their respective policies so clearly that 
it was obvious that a hopeless split had occurred. 
Butt, moreover, was rapidly breaking down in 
health, and evidently felt his position keenly. 
Their last public encounter occurred at a meeting 
held in Dublin on February 5, 1879; a resolution 
in favour of Butt was carried by a small majority, 
but three months later he died. 

His successor was Mr. William Shaw, a com- 
promise between the two parties, though it was 


already felt that Charley's leadership was not far 

In the meantime obstruction had been rampant 
in the House, and it is notable that in opposing the 
Government Army Bill, which still permitted 
flogging to be employed for certain offences, 
Charley had among his supporters Mr. Joseph 

The Land League. 

In 1878 Mr. Michael Davitt, who had been 
released on ticket- of -leave after serving nearly 
half of his sentence of fifteen years' penal servitude 
for treason-felony, came over to America to see his 
mother at Philadelphia. I met Davitt in New 
York before his departure for Ireland, and my 
mother gave him some messages to convey across 
the water to Charley. From the few conversa- 
tions we had, it appeared that Davitt's ideas were 
altogether on the same lines as Charley's with 
regard to the land question and the policy of 
establishing a peasant proprietary, and they also 
agreed that nothing could be accomplished in 
Parliament without adopting the most aggressive 

On his return to Ireland, Davitt and Charley 
co-operated with regard to the land agitation. 

At this time the Land League was also spreading 
in Ireland, and my sister Fanny became the 


President of the Ladies' Land League in America, 
of which body my mother was also an enthusi- 
astic supporter. I also attended many meetings 
of the League, but was not impressed at that time 
with the interest shown by the American Irish in 
their own country. 

The Clan-na-Gael, which was the Irish branch of 
the Fenian movement, were doing their best at 
this time to enrol Charley in their branch; but 
though he was in close correspondence with them, 
and had many meetings with their supporters in 
Ireland, he never definitely committed himself to 
their pohcy. Still, at that time they quite 
recognized that he was the only possible leader of 
the Irish party in Parliament, while he on his part 
knew that he could not get on without their 

Charley at this period was largely engaged in 
setting to work the great organization of the Land 
League, meetings being held and branches formed 
in the towns and villages throughout Ireland. 
The agrarian agitation was, in fact, at its height, 
and rents were intolerably high and evictions of 
daily occurrence. I think, however, that the 
landlords themselves were not so much to blame 
as their agents. Charley himself was a popular 
and considerate landlord, thoroughlj^ under- 
standing the condition of his tenants, though 
they very often took advantage of his good- 
nature and not only did not pay their rents, 


but almost denuded his Aughavannagh shooting 
of game. 

Still, it must be remembered that Ireland was 
at this time under the shadow of the great famine 
of 1879-80, when the payment of rents was literally 
impossible, and actual starvation prevailed to a 
horrible degree. 


An Appeal to America. 

On December 21, 1880, Charley and Mr. Dillon 
left Ireland for New York to appeal, on behalf of 
the Irish people, for funds to relieve the distress 
caused by the great famine of 1879-80, and to 
enlist the sympathy of the American people, and 
specially of the American Irish, in favour of the 
land campaign. 

I was in America at the time, and knew pretty 
well the circumstances and causes of Irish distress 
and the great need for Home Rule. The Irish 
question, to a certain extent, had already been 
discussed pretty well throughout the United 
States ; but it was not fully taken up until Charley 
and Mr. Dillon came over and explained matters. 
If they had not visited America, the people there 
would never have taken more than a passive 
interest in the distress existing in Ireland, owing 
to their ignorance of its extent and the best way 
to remedy it. 

The first meeting was held in the New York 
Stock Exchange, where they were, as a special 



compliment on the part of the committee of the 
Exchange, allowed to deliver an address to the 
members. The brokers, as I was told afterwards 
by one of them — Mr. Petty, an intimate friend 
of our family — were prepared to give Charley and 
Mr. Dillon either a hostile or a hospitable reception, 
according to their opinion of the speeches de- 
livered. On the whole, the impression among 
them before the arrival of Charley and Mr. Dillon 
was that they were a couple of adventurers para- 
ding the Irish cause for their own profit. They 
had never before seen, or probably heard of, such 
a thing as an Irish landlord taking up the cause 
of the Irish peasantry. However, they decided 
to allow Charley and Mr. Dillon a fair hearing, 
although, if they considered their speeches objec- 
tionable, they intended to pelt them out of the 
Exchange — so, at least, I was told by a number of 
brokers whom I met. 

On the appearance of the two speakers, the 
assembled brokers were so greatly surprised at 
their quiet manner, and earnest and candid way 
of talking, that, instead of a hostile reception, 
they accorded them a most enthusiastic one, and 
after the speeches were over the two orators 
found themselves the heroes of the occasion. 

The whole of New York after this went mad 
over the Irish cause, and the ambassadors of 
Home Rule were cordially received by all grades 
of society. Among the principal functions was 


a grand reception given to them at the Fifth 
Avenue Hotel, where our mother welcomed her 
darling son with natural pleasure in the hour of 
his triumph. Large numbers of Irish and native 
Americans were present at the reception, and 
overwhelmed my brother with congratulations 
and promises of support. From New York they 
travelled night and day for about two months, 
visiting all the great cities, and covering a distance 
by rail of over i,6oo miles. I was in the South 
at the time, but our mother when we met gave 
me a vivid description of all that had happened. 
Charley had written to me saying that he intended 
coming down to Atlanta, Georgia, where we were 
preparing a great reception for them. Such were 
the numbers of invitations, however, which he 
received from all parts of America and Canada 
that he had to write and cancel the engagement, 
though he said he wished very much to see me 
during his stay in America. His hurried return, 
owing to the dissolution of Parliament, prevented 
him, however, from doing so. 

After leaving New York he went to Brooklyn, 
where he made a great speech. During the 
course of it he said : 

We have come here to try and help our 
poor people, who are actually starving. They 
want to get the land of Ireland to prevent 
these yearly occurrences, and I will help 
them, so that they will not come here again 


asking for help. If the Irish farmers, especi- 
ally the small ones, who are so badly hit 
in these bad times, owned their own lands, 
there would not be famines. Therefore we 
ask 3'ou to support the constitutional methods 
which our party has inaugurated. We do 
not ask you to send armed expeditions over 
to Ireland, but we ask you to help us in pre- 
venting the people who have taken our 
advice, and who are exhibiting an attitude 
of devotion which has never been surpassed, 
from being starved to death. 

That was a typical exposition of his policy as 
delivered from platform after platform during his 
tour. Here are a few other striking sentences 
from other speeches: '* I feel confident that we 
shall kill the Irish landlord system; and when 
we have given Ireland to the people of Ireland, we 
shall have laid the foundation upon which to build 
up our Irish nation." " I am bound to admit 
that it is the duty of every Irishman to shed the 
last drop of his blood in order to obtain his rights, 
if there were a probable chance of success. Yet 
at the same time we all recognize the great re- 
sponsibility of hurling our unarmed people on the 
points of British bayonets." 

His progress through the Western cities met with 
unfailing enthusiasm. Not only the American 
Irish came in their thousands to cheer him, but 
also the Americans, and, strange to say, the 


English. While Charley was on his lightning 
tour, I was present at the great meeting at Atlanta, 
Georgia, at which Mr. P. J. Moran, the editor of 
the Atlanta Constitution, was chairman. The 
house was packed with Irish, Americans, and 
English; but throughout the speeches there was 
not a word of dissent uttered by the large and 
mixed audience. I made my first speech there 
on behalf of my brother's cause. 

After the United States, Charley visited Canada 
with Mr. Healy (who had come over from Ireland 
to join him during his tour). The Bishop of 
Toronto, hearing of Charley's approaching visit, 
wrote a letter imploring him not to come, as he 
was afraid of violent measures being adopted by 
the Orangemen of Canada. Charley, however, 
relying upon the fact that he was a Protestant, 
and that the main object of his visit was to collect 
money on behalf of his starving fellow-country- 
men, anticipated no trouble from the Orangemen, 
and decided to disregard the Bishop's warning, in 
which, as matters turned out, he was quite 

Our mother and Fanny, who were in New York, 
advised him at first not to go ; but when they found 
that his mind was firmly made up, they wished very 
much to accompany him. This, however, Charley 
refused to hear of, as he did not think that they 
could stand the long and hurried railway journey. 
Directly he arrived in Canada, his first act was to 


send his mother a reassuring telegram, knowing 
that she would be intensely anxious during his 

They had big meetings in Toronto and Montreal, 
where immense enthusiasm was shown by every- 
one, Charley telling me afterwards that the 
Orangemen not only listened to him, but often 

His Canadian tour was suddenly cut short 
owing to the unexpected dissolution of Parlia- 
ment. He had to hurry back to New York to 
catch the boat to Ireland, having during his short 
visit collected over $200,000 (£40,000). An ex- 
ample of the spirit in which donations were made 
was told to me afterwards by Charley. After he 
had made a vigorous speech at one of the large 
American cities, describing the awful results of 
the famine, and urging Home Rule as the only 
possible remedy, a man came up to him and 
handed him notes for %^o, saying: "That's five 
dollars for bread, and twenty-five for lead." 

Finesse and the Fenians. 

Although Charley's tour proved to be such a 
huge success, he might almost have been said to 
have landed in a hostile country. Although he 
had to a great extent gained the confidence of 
the rank and file of the Fenians, both in Ireland 
and America, neither he nor his policy was looked 



upon with any great favour by the executive of 
the Clan-na-Gael, the American Fenian organiza- 
tion. From the moment he landed he was in 
negotiation with the leaders. His position was 
a very difficult one, as, then as ever, he did not 
wish to subscribe to the full programme of the 
Clan-na-Gael, which would have considerably 
hampered his freedom, and prevented his being, 
as he practically was even then, the absolute 
leader of the Irish Nationalist party. Constitu- 
tional methods, embellished of course by obstruc- 
tion, were, in his opinion, the best and quickest 
method of securing justice for Ireland. He did 
not den}^ that, if that course failed, it might be 
necessary tohave to resort to armed force. But he 
never came to a point where he actually considered 
violence to be inevitable. The Fenian idea of 
putting violence before constitutional warfare 
never met with his approval. He disliked and 
even despised it, as being certain to alienate 
public sympathy, and at the same time as being 
extremely unlikely to effect its own object. Still, 
if he disliked Fenianism, and declined to commit 
himself to its principles, he was bound at that stage 
of his career to keep on good terms with the Clan- 
na-Gael as a body, on account of its large member- 
ship and perfect organization. 

The leaders of the Clan-na-Gael were, like the 
Irish Fenians, greatly impressed by Charley's cold 
manner, and the way in which, though he was 


ready to meet and discuss matters with them, he 
never openly courted their support. 

That was pretty well the attitude which the 
Clan-na-Gael adopted when once they had seen 
Charley at close quarters. A few of the more 
extreme among the extremists, however, refused 
to have anything to do with one tarred with the 
brush of constitutionalism — a fact to which he 
owed his hostile reception at Enniscorthy on his 
return home. 

Before leaving America, Charley organized a 
branch of the Land League. In spite of his 
hurried return, the American Land League, as 
this body was known, was pushed forward with 
the greatest speed, monster meetings being held 
throughout the States to collect funds and spread 
the principles of the organization. Our mother, 
Fanny, Miss Ford (a sister of Patrick Ford), and 
myself, attended all the principal meetings in and 
around New York, Philadelphia, Brooklyn, and 
Jersey City. Fanny was very busy in those days 
organizing the Ladies' Land League, of which she 
was President. Friction often occurred, but Fanny 
was popular and kept a cool head, and so managed 
to preserve very good order at her meetings, which 
I often attended. One day, greatly to her dis- 
gust, an incident occurred at Providence, Rhode 
Island. She was in a house where there were a 
number of people, including some priests, who did 
not know her, but who started a lively discussion 


as to Fanny and Charley Parnell. From the tone 
they adopted, they belonged to the extreme 
section of Mr. Patrick Ford's party, and were 
therefore bitter opponents of our mere consti- 
tutional methods. The result was that Fanny 
heard some very nasty remarks made about both 
our brother and herself, and went away very angry 
and annoyed at this want of appreciation of their 
efforts for the Irish cause. Such instances were, 
I am glad to say, very uncommon. 

Of the success of Charley's visit to America and 
of its lasting influence on his career there can be no 
doubt, and it was, I know, terribly galling to him 
to have to cut it short so abruptly. But he fully 
realized the importance of the General Election 
which was just about to take place. 



A Prophet in his Own Country. 

Directly he arrived back in Ireland, Charley 
found himself at once in the thick of things. As 
I have said, in spite of the Clan-na-Gael as a body 
being the reverse of hostile towards him, a certain 
section of the executive was firmly opposed to his 
constitutional policy. When he stepped off the 
boat at Queenstown, a reputation of extremists 
handed him an address stating that they con- 
sidered it to be hopeless to obtain redress for the 
ills of Ireland by means of Parliamentary repre- 
sentation, and adding that the Nationalists of the 
country had determined to take no part in the 
forthcoming or any future elections.. This, how- 
ever, was not quite so terrible as the wording 
would imply, and simply expressed the views of 
a small body of Irish Fenians. 

At Enniscorthy, however, he came for the first 
time face to face with an actively hostile audience. 
His speech was interrupted to such a degree that 
he had to abandon it, although he stood calm and 
unconcerned for a considerable time endeavouring 
to obtain a hearing. 



That this was not the general feeling towards 
him in Ireland was evidenced by the fact that he 
was nominated (and subsequently elected) by no 
fewer than three constituencies— Meath, Cork 
City, and Mayo. Between these three, far apart 
though they were, he dashed backwards and for- 
wards incessantly, delivering a series of stirring 
speeches wherever he went. When the polls 
were declared, he decided to choose Cork City out 
of the three seats which were at his disposal. 

With the election of the new Parliament came 
also the election of a chairman of the Irish 
Nationalist party. Charley was urged by a num- 
ber of friends not to allow himself to be nominated 
for the position. Although an adept at biding 
his time, he refused to do so in this instance, 
because, with his invariable knowledge of the 
critical moment and the way to use it, he knew 
that the time had come for him to assume the 
reins of power. 

The vote when taken was a close one, as many 
of the party preferred the moderation of Shaw, 
the successor of Butt. The result was as follows: 


23 votes. 


.. 18 „ 


.. 5 „ 

The names of Charley's supporters and op- 
ponents on the occasion of this fateful election are 


worth recording, in view of subsequent events. 
They are — 

For. — Barry, Biggar, Byrne, Corbet, Dr. 
Cummins, Daly, Dawson, Flanigan, Gill, 
Lalor, J. Leahy, Leamy, McCarthy, McConn, 
Mahon, Marum, Arthur O'Connor, T. P. 
O'Connor, O'Gorman, O'Kelly, O'Shea, W. H. 
O'Sullivan, Sexton, T. D. Sullivan. 

Against. — Blake, Brooks, Callan, Colthurst, 
Errington, Foley, Foy, Gabbett, Gray, 
P. Martin, McFarlane, McKenna, Meldon, 
Sir P. O'Brien, R. Power, Smithwick, Smyth, 

The new Parliament was entirely in the hands 
of the Liberals, Mr. Gladstone's supporters num- 
bering no less than 349, as against 243 Tories and 
60 Home Rulers. 

This was the position when Charley, after brief 
but crowded five years in politics, became the 
leader of his party, the terror of both English 
parties, and a household word throughout the two 
continents. Even now, when he had obtained 
the leadership, his path was by no means smooth 
before him. He was leader, it is true, but of a 
split party ; he had the support of the bulk of the 
Fenians, but the active opposition of a large 
number of their leaders. Little had been achieved, 
and much was urgently needed in the way of legis- 
lative reform for his countrymen, who were being 
decimated by famine and evicted from their homes 


in thousands. England appeared as unsympa- 
thetic towards Irish demands as ever, and Home 
Rule in any shape or form as far off as it had been 
at any time since the last Parliament sat in 
College Green. Those were the obstacles with 
which he had to contend when he became chief. 
It is a remarkable fact that, in spite of all these 
and many other hindrances, he succeeded in 
achieving as much as he did for his beloved 



" Say, who is the chief spurring forth to the fray, 
The wave of whose spear holds yon armed array ? 
And he who stands scorning the thousands that sweep, 
An army of wolves, over shepherdless sheep ?" 

Vision of King Brian. 


The Man of the Moment. 

I THINK it would be fitting to give some idea, so 
far as I can convey it in cold print, of my brother's 
appearance and outward manner during the period 
of his supremacy. I am judging, not only from 
my own personal recollection, but from that of 
many intimate friends who were connected with 
Charley at this stage of his career. 

His appearance was always a striking one. Tall 
and thin (except during a period from about 1885 
to 1890, when he became rather stout), he always 
held himself erect, though without stiffness, until 
the strain of his serious illness and the final party 
split prematurely aged him. His hair was a 
darkish brown, with tinges of tan or auburn. He 
wore it rather long behind, curling slightly up- 
wards from the back of his neck. On his entrance 
into Parliament in 1875 he was clean-shaven, with 
the exception of side- whiskers, but by 1880 he had 
grown a beard of considerable length, and a long, 
somewhat drooping moustache. 

His complexion was pale, but with a healthy 



pallor. His white face contrasted vividly with 
his hair, and accentuated the brilliancy of his dark 
grey eyes, with their steady and at the same time 
far-away look. This, with his long features and 
firm lips curving slightly downwards, gave him 
a somewhat melancholy appearance, though this 
was not really borne out by his character, which 
was lively at times, and at all events philosophical. 
It was his appearance and his habitually reserved 
manner that caused many to believe that he had 
no sense of humour, and never made a joke. 

This, however, was by no means the case. He 
was always specially fond of quizzing me with a 
kind of dry but always good-natured humour, and 
was fond of making, among his intimate friends, 
short, pointed jokes about men and events. This 
was the case even in his later days, when he was 
under the full oppression of a fight against hopeless 

I remember The O'Donoghue of the Glens, who 
was an inseparable companion of his during the 
dark days of 1890 and 1891, telling me several 
incidents to that effect. On one occasion he was 
travelling from Tipperary to Athlone in the course 
of his final campaign of successive defeats. One 
of his fellow-members, Mr. Hayden, was sitting 
opposite to him, and, as was not an unusual custom, 
had put his railway ticket in the band of his hat. 
Charlie looked at him fixedly for sometime, with 
a twinkle in his eye, and suddenly burst forth with 


the remark: " Wh}^ on earth, Hayden, do you put 
your ticket in your hat Uke that ? Everyone must 
be thinking that you have just picked up the hat 
as a bargain at an auction." Poor Hay den very 
shamefacedly transferred the offending ticket to 
his pocket, amidst the laughter of his companions. 
It was when they were being given an enthusi- 
astic send-off from Athlone Station that, The 
O'Donoghue tells me, another little incident 
occurred which proved that, even when in bad 
health and wearied to death with illness, travelling, 
and the strain of continual speeches, he could still 
appreciate the humorous side of life. Amongst 
those on the crowded platform who were wildly 
waving handkerchiefs, flags, and sticks, was one 
young peasant woman who, having neither hand- 
kerchief, flag nor stick to wave, and being entirely 
carried away by the enthusiasm of the moment, 
was to be seen wildly swinging about her unfor- 
tunate baby in the air. Charley noticed the 
incident at once, and watched this human sema- 
phore display for a few moments with a twinkle in 
his eye, which was as near as he generally came to 
laughing. Then it proved too much for him, and 
he laughed outright, and, turning to his companions 
in the carriage, directed their attention to this 
quaint expression of loyalty. 


The Warmth beneath the Ice. 

I have spoken of his habitual coldness of manner, 
and the mysterious way in which, in spite of it, or 
even because of it, he used to draw all towards him, 
as moths to a candle. He certainly rarely unbent 
in expression, and the tone of his voice very rarely 
varied. But his eyes were full of expression, and 
the manner in which he accompanied an abrupt 
and unalterable decision with a sudden winning 
smile, which seemed to light up his whole face like 
a ray of sunshine, never failed to render acceptable, 
and even welcome, the curtness of the actual words 
he used. His was indeed a mesmerism of manner, 
and neither I, who so frequently experienced it and 
came under its sway, nor any of those who were 
accustomed to see him daily, can actually describe 
it in so many words. 

During this, the summit of his career, he took 
extreme care with regard to his dress and personal 
appearance. He did not often wear black, except 
when compelled to do so at ceremonial functions, 
but generally preferred tweeds of a dark shade, 
brown being perhaps his favourite colour. To- 
wards green, although it was his national colour, 
he always had the strongest aversion, as I shall 
explain in a chapter devoted to his many curious 
superstitions (see Appendix A). He wore rather 
low turned-down collars, not unlike those for 


which Mr. Gladstone was famous, but without the 
long pointed ends. For tie he generally wore a 
cravat (blue being, I think, its usual colour), with 
a simple pearl or diamond pin in the centre. 

In walking he held himself extremely erect, and 
took long, though not hurried, strides. Although 
I am not an exceptionally slow walker myself, I 
generally found it pretty hard to keep up with him 
when we were out together, and the more intent 
he happened to be upon his secret thoughts, the 
faster he seemed to go. To his habit of thinking 
deeply when walking was due the fact that he paid 
little attention to people or things on his way, 
guiding himself, it would seem, chiefly by instinct ; 
yet, though he would appear to be entirely ab- 
sorbed in his own thoughts, he would be by no 
means oblivious of what was being said to him, 
though he appeared to take no notice whatever of 
it. Yet he often startled one by uttering a sudden 
abrupt question relating to something that had 
been said to him some time before, which showed 
that he must have grasped every detail of the con- 

When speaking in public he stood up rather 
stiffly, with his arms folded loosely in front of him, 
though very occasionally I have seen him with 
them clasped behind his back. This was an 
attitude which he had contracted in very early 
days. He spoke in a rather low voice, but slowly 
and very distinctly, making every word tell. He 


rarely emphasized any point, however important, 
by raising his voice or by gesticulating in any way 
with his arms. As a matter of fact, he always had 
a horror, even in private life, of speaking loudly. 
I remember an instance of this one time when we 
were together in Avondale. We were walking 
down the road to the sawmills, when I noticed that 
some of his men working on a field near-by were 
taking things very easily, even for Irish labourers. 
I said to him: '* Why don't you call out to those 
fellows, Charley, and get them to hurry up ? 
They look like being all day over that field, if they 
go on like that." He replied, with a shrug of his 
shoulders: " I know that; but if I wanted to make 
them hear I should have to shout, and I dislike 
shouting." We walked on in silence, but I 
believe, with his invariably retentive memory, he 
had something to say to them when he met them 
next at close quarters. 

Another noticeable feature of his was what 
might be almost called his shyness. He had an 
especial dislike for the company of strangers, and, 
in spite of his experience, always felt nervous in 
the presence of crowds, frequently clenching his 
hands when speaking, until the blood came. He 
was once being entertained at a large public 
dinner, and a huge crowd had assembled outside 
the windows, the blinds of which were not drawn, 
in order to give the people a chance of seeing their 
beloved leader. He became gradually more and 


more uneasy under the concentrated stare of the 
crowd, and began to fidget in his seat and frown. 
Finally he called out to The O'Donoghue, who 
was sitting some distance off, out of sight of the 
crowd: " For goodness' sake, O'Donoghue, change 
places with me; I can't stand those fellows staring 
at me an}^ longer." 

On another occasion he and I were travelling 
together by train, when a number of enthusiasts 
followed us into the carriage. He straightened 
himself from his usual half-reclining position 
in the corner of the carriage, which he adopted 
when travelling, and said to me pettishly: 
" Can't you get those people out of the carriage, 
John? they're annoying me." I had to set about 
the very uncomfortable task of going up to each 
person and asking him whether he would mind 
leaving the carriage, as my brother wished to be 

Although he frequently told me that he felt 
nervous, often to a painful degree, when speaking 
in public, he certainly never showed any trace of 
it. I do not think that he felt anything like the 
same nervousness in delivering a speech in the 
House of Commons that he did in addressing a 
meeting of his own people. He came to the 
House with what he had to say cut and dried, 
for the English to take or leave as they pleased, 
and I think he thoroughly enjoyed the consterna- 
tion which his speeches, which always had some- 



what the nature of an ultimatum, produced among 
that dignified and custom-observing gathering. 

In speaking to an Irish audience, however, I 
think he always had a deep desire for sympathy, 
though he disliked any noisy demonstrations of 
support. But he was always quite able to stand 
up to a hostile, and even threatening, crowd? 
without turning a hair. 

Charley's Diet. 

Charley was never a heavy eater, and his state 
of health, which was delicate from boyhood, obliged 
him to be very careful as to what he took to eat. 

We all got into a terribly disorganized habit as 
to meals during our days together at Avondale, 
after our father had died and our mother had gone 
to America. The only meal during the day at 
which all the family and visitors were certain of 
meeting was dinner, which we generally had about 
eight o'clock in the evening. Charley never had 
breakfast in the ordinary English sense, but made 
a sort of combined breakfast and lunch when he 
came down, which was usually about noon, as he 
was in the habit of stopping up well into the small 
hours of the morning. He always had some por- 
ridge and cream to start with, and a mutton chop 
formed the chief portion of the meal. He had 
toast, usually made of oatmeal bread, and very 
often barberry jelly, which he had been recom- 


mended, for his throat, Hke his chest, was always a 
weak spot with him. He was also very fond of 
tomatoes, which at that time were considered 
rather a luxury. 

He made a good, if not heavy, breakfast, and 
then went right on until dinner without another 
sit-down meal. Afternoon tea he thoroughly 
despised, although I was always particularly fond 
of it myself; and if he felt in need of anything 
during the day, he contented himself with getting 
a glass of buttermilk from the nearest cottage or 
farm where he happened to be. 

At dinner we very rarely had soup, but a leg of 
mutton with red currant jelly generally appeared, 
owing to its being Charley's favourite dish. He 
did not like salmon, but was particularly fond of 
trout, which were very plentiful round Avondale. 
Very often, when I returned just before dinner from 
a day's fishing, he would rap at the window as I 
passed, and cry out: " Hallo, John, have you 
brought me any nice trout to-day ?" In the 
same way, he very often got a special fancy for 
some of his favourite barberries, which he liked 
eating raw as well as in jelly. There was a plenti- 
ful supply of these along the road to the river quite 
close to the house, and he used often to say to me 
suddenly: " Now, John, you might take a basket 
and go and pick some barberries for me." He was 
very fond of potatoes cooked in their jackets, and 
also liked cabbage, seakale, peas, French beans, and 


turnips. He hardly took sweets, except rhubarb, 
of which he was specially fond, being in that respect 
the exact opposite to myself, and avoided pastry 
like poison, as he found it did not agree with his 
digestion. His cheese was, as a rule, Gruyere. 
He never took nuts, and practically the only form 
of dessert which he touched was grapes. I always 
lamented the fact that he did not like apples, be- 
cause he not only did not eat them himself, but 
had all the apple-trees in the orchard cut down. 

At dinner he invariably had claret ; at breakfast, 
tea; and during the evening he occasionally took a 
cup of cocoa, but was not fond of coffee. He ate 
his meals rather quickly, and disliked talking at 
them, preferring apparently, as when walking or 
in bed, to pursue the train of his own thoughts. 

While anything in the nature of a fixed time- 
table for meals was absolutely unknown in Avon- 
dale, his visitors were always free to have what- 
ever they liked whenever they chose, and the 
result was that the dining-room saw one long 
succession of meals like the Mad Hatter's tea- 
party in " Alice in Wonderland." As was the case 
with hours, he never sought to impose the nature 
of his meals upon his guests, or even upon his 
brothers and sisters. The rule at Avondale was 
that you could have exactly what you liked, 
exactly when you liked. These habits he con- 
tinued right through his political life, with the 
exception that, if anj'thing, his meals became 


more irregular as years went on. In his later days 
Sir Henry Thompson gradually increased the 
strictness of his diet, for, as I have stated, his 
throat and chest were always weak, and his 
health at the best of times was delicate. 

In the early days I hardly ever remember him 
smoking. Later in his political days he developed 
a taste for cigars, though I think he never took to 
the pipe or cigarette. He was fond of using the 
smoking-room of the House of Commons, either 
to think out his schemes or to hold conferences 
with members of his party, but he by no means 
always smoked when he was there. 

As for his amusement, outdoor sports, such as 
cricket, hunting, and shooting, were always his 
favourites when he had time to indulge in them. 
Chess, as I have said earlier, he knew, but did not 
play it exceptionally well. He was a keen billiard- 
player, but, as far as I can recollect, took little or 
no interest in cards. 

As a letter-writer he confined himself to the 
briefest and most business-like epistles. The tele- 
graph was his usual means of communication, and 
certainly the surest way of getting a reply from 
him, as he was rather apt to ignore the letters he 
received. I know that even I, when I wished to 
arrange to meet him, had to do so by telegram, as, 
if I sent on a letter in advance, he rarely took much 
notice of it, and I had to go and rout him out 
wherever he was stopping, when his invariable 


remark was: " Whyever didn't you send me a 
telegram ?" 

His desire for haste showed itself even more 
when he was travelling. If he took a car he 
generally urged the driver to the utmost speed, and 
if he missed a train, or found that he would have 
to wait any appreciable time, he generally char- 
tered a special, on several occasions travelling on 
the footplate of the engine. Delay in any form 
was, in fact, abhorrent to one of his highly-strung 
nervous temperament. 

That is as far I as can remember of my brother's 
outward appearance, manner, and habits, during 
the time of his greatness. The details which I 
have given may seem trivial, taken singly, but, on 
the other hand, they may be of service as giving 
some sort of picture of the man himself. 


Land Law. 

Charley, when he became leader, found himself 
in charge of a divided party, as Mr. Shaw and the 
moderate section of the Home Rulers who sup- 
ported him sat on the other side of the House. 
The Government, however, instead of attempting 
to widen this breach in the ranks of their inveterate 
opponents, actually drove them together into one 
solid phalanx by refusing any concession whatever 
to Irish demands. 

The whole energies of the Irish party were de- 
voted to obtaining some sort of solution of the 
land question, which, owing to the terrors of the 
famine and the merciless evictions, had become 
desperately acute. Charley's remedy, or at any 
rate palliative of this state of things, was voiced 
in a Bill brought in by Mr. O'Connor Power to 
award compensation in any case of disturbance. 
The English Government, as has not infrequently 
been their course in Irish affairs, wished to do 
neither one thing nor the other. They did not 
repudiate the idea of compensation for disturb- 



ance, but did not wish to give their sanction 
to a measure introduced by the Irish party them- 

A Bill to effect this purpose was accordingly 
brought in by Mr. Forster, who had become Chief 
Secretary under the new Ministry. He was sup- 
ported by the entire Irish party, but the Bill, 
after passing through the Commons by a somewhat 
slender majority, was ignominiously thrown out 
by the Lords. 

The Agrarian War. 

This led to the period of boycotting and agrarian 
outrage which forms one of the blackest pages 
in the history of Ireland. Whether the responsi- 
bility for these deplorable occurrences should rest 
entirely with the Land League — and therefore, 
of course, with my brother, as its founder and 
supreme director — or whether the apathy, and 
even opposition, of the English Parliament, especi- 
ally the House of Lords, did not to a large extent 
justify this outbreak of violence on the part of 
men driven to desperation through hunger and 
misery, lies with a posterity more remote and im- 
partial than our present one to decide. 

My brother, I know, always set his face strongly 
against outrage of any kind. As a last extremity, 
he might have consented to lead an army in the 
field; but the idea of cowardly attacks on indi- 


viduals, and above all the maiming of animals, 
repelled him to the last degree. But his hand was 
forced in this instance by his lieutenants and by 
the Fenians, without whose help at this time he 
was powerless. 

I consider that the real blame should rest on the 
landlords, who callousty insisted on getting their 
rents, which they refused to reduce from those 
existing in times of prosperity, and mercilessly 
evicted the many poor wretches who were unable 
to pay, and who were converted against their 
wills from peaceable tenant farmers into des- 

Charley had thrown himself heart and soul into 
the organization of the Land League, which had 
spread in a very short time throughout the 
country, and had come very near to controlling 
the law and its administration. To the Land 
League the starving people of Ireland naturally 
looked for assistance when the Bill, upon whose 
passing their very lives depended, was thrown 
out by a House whose members included many 
of their own absentee landlords. The people 
looked to the Land League, and the Land League 
looked to Charley, for a policy that would serve 
the purpose. As ever, he was ready with a new 
form of warfare. This, though not involving 
bloodshed necessarily, undoubtedly led to it in 
some instances. It was, however, really intended 
as a compromise between the futility of constitu- 


tional agitation and the desperate, and to him, 
abhorrent, agrarian outrages, the latter, how- 
ever, proving impossible to suppress. 


Boycotting, as this new system soon came to 
be known, owing to its first victim being Captain 
Boycott, the agent of Lord Erne, was outlined by 
my brother in the course of a famous speech 
delivered at Ennis on September 19, 1881. He 
had asked his audience what they proposed to 
do to a tenant who bid for a farm from which his 
neighbour had been evicted. A chorus of voices 
cried, " Shoot him !" but Charley continued in 
his even, impassive voice to describe the method 
of using this terrible weapon which he had forged 
on behalf of his poor and starving fellow-country- 
men. I give his words in full, for as a definition 
of "boycotting " they will endure to all eternity. 
They are as follows : 

When a man takes a farm from which 
another has been evicted, you must show him 
on the roadside when you meet him, you 
must show him in the streets and the town, 
you must show him at the shop counter, you 
must show him in the fair and in the market- 
place, and even in the house of worship, by 
leaving him severely alone, by putting him 
into a moral Coventry, by isolating him from 


his kind as if he was a leper of old — you 
must show him your detestation of the crime 
he has committed; and you may depend 
upon it that there will be no man so full of 
avarice, so lost to shame, as to dare the public 
opinion of all right-thinking men, and to 
transgress your unwritten code of laws. 

This terrible anathema had immediate effect, 
and its success resulted in the still more rapid 
growth of the Land League, which Davitt set 
himself to work to spread in America, while my 
brother was extending it throughout Ireland. 

The boycott was intended by my brother, as I 
have said, as a means of passive resistance; but 
it did not long stop at that. The people were 
not satisfied with isolating their fellow-country- 
men. ** It is not enough to send them to Cov- 
entry; we must send them to hell !" was a saying 
that passed like wildfire through the ranks of the 
evicted tenants. Murders became of everyday 
occurrence, cattle were shockingly maimed, the 
farmer who replaced an evicted tenant was lucky 
if he escaped with his life. A shot through a 
window or door or from behind the hedge was the 
manifestation of the power of Captain Moonlight, 
as the organization of those who believed in 
violence was nicknamed. 


A Desperate Remedy. 

The Government soon became alarmed, even to 
the extent of panic, at the reign of terror which 
then prevailed in Ireland, especially the western 
counties. A long discussion took place between 
the English Cabinet and the Executive at Dublin 
Castle as to the best means of suppressing the dis- 
turbance. The obvious course was to suspend 
the Habeas Corpus Act, an expedient that had 
been adopted in previous crises. Before taking 
this course, however, Mr. Forster conceived the 
not very brilliant idea of suppressing the Land 
League by prosecuting its principal officers for 
conspiracy. Accordingly, a bunch of warrants 
were issued against my brother, Messrs. Biggar, 
Dillon, Sullivan, 0' Sullivan, and Sexton (his 
fellow-members of Parliament), the treasurer 
(Patrick Egan), and the secretary (Thomas Bren- 
nan), besides a number of other persons con- 
nected with the League. Charle}^ was not much 
upset at this indiscreet move on the part of the 
Government, which he knew must in the end 
tell against them. " I regret," he declared at a 
meeting held shortly afterwards, ** that Mr. 
Forster has chosen to waste his time, the money 
of the Government, and our own money, in these 

The trial concluded on January 25, 1881, after 


a hearing lasting for twenty days. The jury dis- 
agreed, but an indiscreet member of that body let 
the public behind the scenes by announcing in 
court, " We are ten to two, my lord," showing 
the overwhelming majority of Parnellites even in 
a carefully-selected jury. The Judge, seeing how 
things stood, immediately ordered the jury to be 

The Government then decided to suspend the 
Habeas Corpus Act, and on January 24 Mr. 
Forster's famous Coercion Bill was introduced, 
being given precedence of all other business. The 
Government adopted a policy of suppression, 
and the Irish party one of obstruction. 

On February 2 the Speaker, after the sitting 
had lasted for forty-one hours (it was then 9 a.m.), 
declared that in the interests of the House he 
must call upon the members to decide at once 
upon the first reading. This was done, the Bill 
being read the first time by a majority of 164 
to 19. The House then gave itself a brief rest 
until noon. 

On its reassembling, Charley, who had not 
been in the House when the Speaker made his 
startling announcement, rose and challenged the 
Speaker's action on a question of privilege. After 
a considerable bandying of words between Charley 
and the Speaker, the latter agreed that it was 
necessary for him to consult the precedents. 

So acute did the obstruction on the part of the 


Irish members then become, that the rules of pro- 
cedure were rendered yet more strict on the 
motion of Mr. Gladstone. Then there was an 
outburst of disorder. Mr. Dillon was suspended, 
and finally removed by the Sergeant- at- Arms; and 
Charley, for moving that Mr. Gladstone "be no 
longer heard," was named by the Speaker, and 
suspended on the motion of Mr. Gladstone. 
Member after member then rose from the Irish 
benches and followed their leader into a state of 
suspension, while messages were sent to those 
who were not in the House to come and offer 
themselves as a similar sacrifice. 

Tardy Justice. 

The indignation aroused by the prosecution of 
the Land League, the suspension of the Habeas 
Corpus Act, and the passing of the Coercion Bill — 
all unwise acts on the part of the Government — 
resulted in the Land Bill which was brought in 
by Mr. Gladstone not receiving the support from 
the Irish party which it would otherwise have 
done. The Bill all the same was a good Bill, 
and granted freely the majority of the demands 
for the rights of tenants, which had been con- 
sistently ignored for so long. 

But the question was, How were the Irish going 
to act ? — in other words, How was my brother 
going to act ? He decided to oppose the Bill on 


the ground that the Irish party were not respon- 
sible for it, and had not had time to consider it. 
Declaring bluntly that he would resign if the 
majority of his party decided to support the 
Bill, he succeeded in carrying all before him. At 
the subsequent divisions Charley and his followers 
walked out of the House without voting. 

For insisting that a day should be devoted to 
the discussion of the Irish administration, and dis- 
regarding the Speaker's warnings, Charley was 
named and suspended. 

An important Land League Convention was 
held in Dublin on September 14, where Mr. Glad- 
stone's Land Act, which had by then come into 
force, was discussed. Charley then outlined his 
scheme as to the use to which the Act should be 
put, and said he was not in favour of too many 
cases being brought into Court. At another con- 
vention held at Maryborough a few days later, 
he specially introduced a resolution that applica- 
tions for the fixing of rent should not be made 
without the previous consent of the branch of 
the Land League to which the tenant belonged. 

In other words, though the Government had 
now granted a great measure of the demands 
which Charley had made on behalf of the tenants, 
he had no intention of agreeing to the official 
dissolution of the Land League, which was the 
means by which these demands had been wrung 
from an unwilling Government, until he was 


certain that they would be carried into force. 
Moreover, he wished to have the repressive 
measures adopted by ** Buckshot " Forster — as 
the Chief Secretary had come to be called, on 
account of his methods of intimidation — repealed 
while he still had the power to force the hand of 
the English Government. 



Charley's Arrest. 

Mr. Forster had not been long in realizing that 
the State trial of the leaders of the Land League 
was a mistake from the beginning. He felt that 
no jury in Ireland would ever convict them of con- 
spiracy or any other offence. He therefore de- 
termined to avail himself of the suspension of the 
Habeas Corpus Act, and dispense with the need 
of judge, jury, or trial, by arresting Charley as a 
suspect under the Coercion Act. He hoped, by 
removing one who was the body and soul of the 
movement, to be able to crush the Land League 
in detail. 

But, like most Chief Secretaries, he acted too 
late. Had he arrested Charley just when he was 
starting to organize the Land League, he might 
indeed have nipped the movement in the bud; but 
to tear away its beloved leader just when the 
organization had attained its full power was an 
act of criminal folly. Forster, however, had con- 
verted Mr. Gladstone to his own idea of arresting 
Charley, as being the mainspring of all the trouble 

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in Ireland, and Mr. Gladstone gave a plainly- 
worded warning in a speech delivered at Leeds on 
October 7, that Charley had gone as far as he 
would be allowed to do. Two days later Charley 
replied by a vigorous speech delivered at Wexford, 
in which he rather ridiculed than denounced Mr. 
Gladstone's attitude towards the Irish as a nation, 
and himself as their leader. 

After this both he and his friends regarded his 
arrest as certain. They were justified in this view, 
for on October 12, at the conclusion of a meeting 
of the Cabinet, Forster wired to the Commander- 
in-Chief of the Forces in Ireland a prearranged 
word which authorized the arrest of my brother. 

Charley was stopping at that time at Morrison's 
Hotel, and had arranged to go down to Naas early 
the next morning to address a meeting. When 
the boots came up to call him, he said there were 
two men downstairs whom he believed to be police 
officers waiting to arrest him. The man offered 
to try to get him safely away over the roofs, but 
Charley refused, knowing that his arrest was cer- 
tain, and not wishing to suffer the ignominy of 
being caught while trying to escape. When he 
was nearly dressed. Superintendent Mallon knocked 
at the door, and handed him a warrant for his 
arrest. Charley was driven away quickly in a cab, 
which was afterwards joined by an escort of 
mounted police, and arrived at Kilmainham Prison 
without anybody being any the wiser. 


He was treated at Kilmainham as a political 
prisoner, being given a well-furnished room and 
allowed to smoke and get his meals in from outside. 
He was able also to write and receive letters, 
subject to their being inspected by the police 
authorities, and his fellow-suspects in the prison 
were allowed to dine with him. He was also 
allowed to receive visitors, and a great many of 
his friends availed themselves of this opportunity. 
Another concession was his being allowed a few 
days' absence on parole, in order to go over to 
Paris to his sister Theodosia (Mrs. Thompson), 
whose son was at the point of death. 

The " No Rent " Manifesto. 

Owing to the freedom which he was allowed, 
Charley was as free to rule from Kilmainham as 
Napoleon was from Elba. In his sitting-room at 
the prison he openly held conferences with his 
lieutenants, and carried on the business of the 
League which it had been designed io crush by 
his arrest. Of course, the first idea, once the 
news was known, was retaliation. That was 
not so much due to any vindictiveness on the 
part of Charley himself, as to the unanimous 
resolve of the officials of the League, who were 
backed up by a tremendous wave of feeling 
throughout Ireland, where the agrarian outrages, 
instead of being checked, as Mr. Gladstone 


expected, now burst forth to a perfectly appalling 

I believe that the idea of the " No Rent " mani- 
festo, which was the League's crushing reply to 
Forster's arrest of Charley, originated with Patrick 
Ford of the Irish World, who had latterly con- 
siderably modified his views and become a firm 
adherent of Charley's. Egan, who had taken the 
funds of the League into safety in Paris directly 
the Coercion Bill was introduced, warmly co- 
operated with Ford, and finally a manifesto was 
drawn up by William O'Brien, and taken to 
Charley at Kilmainham. There, in the State 
prison, surrounded by armed guards, the chiefs 
of the proscribed League conferred long and 
earnestly as to how best to defeat the objects of 
the Government. Charley finally signed the docu- 
ment, owing to the pressure brought to bear on 
him from America, but he had little real belief in 
its efhcsLcy. He was thoroughly justified in taking 
this view, for the manifesto was condemned by 
the priests, and, as was the case with regard to 
himself after the " Split," what they banned as 
a body was foredoomed to failure. The peasantry, 
as a matter of fact, never really took the mani- 
festo seriously, alluring as the title was in their 
impoverished condition. 


" The Kilmainham Treaty." 

If Mr, Gladstone, acting on Mr. Forster's repre- 
sentations, expected that Charley's arrest would 
result in an immediate falling off in the number of 
agrarian outrages, he was doomed to grievous 
disappointment; for, instead of decreasing, they 
increased to an unparalleled extent. This was 
not due, as has been alleged in some quarters, to 
a desire on the part of Charley to avenge himself 
at all costs, but, on the contrary, to the check 
which he had exercised over excesses of this nature 
being removed by his imprisonment. The only 
way in which he could keep a tight hand on the 
more desperate section of his party was by con- 
tinually paying personal visits to the districts 
where evictions were most prevalent, and, while 
advising them to resist English tyranny by all 
constitutional methods, discountenancing murder, 
maiming, and similar crimes. This, however, he 
could no longer do when confined at Kilmainham, 
and many of his colleagues were by no means 
averse to a campaign of outrage so long as it 
terrorized the landlords, and through them 

What is known as the " Kilmainham Treaty " 
was an informal contract entered into between 
Charley, Mr. Gladstone, and Mr. Chamberlain. 
No written agreement was ever made, but to all 


intents and purposes it was a treaty between the 
English Government and the Irish party, the con- 
ditions of which were faithfully carried out by 
both sides. 

The purport of the whole understanding, as it 
may perhaps be accurately described, was that 
Charley should be released, the Coercion Act re- 
pealed, and the Habeas Corpus Act brought into 
force again, while Charley on his part should use 
his entire influence to pacify Ireland. 

The chief difficulty was for Mr. Gladstone to 
persuade Lord Cowper, the Viceroy, to sign the 
order for release. He finally consented, and 
Charley walked out again a free man in May, 1882. 

Although Charley was well treated at Kilmain- 
ham, his health certainly suffered by his imprison- 
ment, and, from what he told me when I met him 
in 1884, his already delicate constitution never 
recovered from the effects of his imprisonment, 
which led to a severe illness in 1883, and un- 
doubtedly sowed the seeds of his final breakdown 
in health (see Appendix A) . 



Return to Parliament. 

Charley's release, being a direct admission of the 
failure of the policy of coercion adopted by the 
Irish executive, resulted in the immediate resigna- 
tion of Lord Cowper and Mr. Forster from the Lord 
Lieutenancy and Chief Secretaryship respectively. 
Forster was in the middle of a speech defending 
his action in Ireland when Charley entered the 
House, being welcomed with a wild burst of cheer- 
ing from the Irish benches. In a speech which 
attracted much attention, Charley denied that any 
definite compact had been entered into between 
himself and the Government, but said that a settle- 
ment of the arrears question would have much to 
do towards ending the reign of outrage in Ireland, 
which he so much deplored. It was proposed to 
enable those tenants who were unable to pay their 
rents, owing to the famine, to avoid eviction by 
the Government advancing a sum out of the funds 
derived from the disestablishment of the Church 
of Ireland. This proposal, after much discussion, 
afterwards bore fruit, as will be seen. 



But the cup of victory was to be dashed from 
Charley's Hps, owing to a circumstance over which 
he had no control. Just as later, when he had 
emerged triumphant from the Pigott trial he was 
to meet with the crushing blow of the O'Shea case, 
so now the Phoenix Park murders to a great extent 
nullified the Kilmainham Treaty. 

Lord Spencer and Lord Frederick Cavendish 
had taken the places of Lord Cowper and Mr. 
Forster. The state entry of the Lord Lieutenant 
into Dublin took place on May 6. When the 
pageant had concluded, Lord Frederick Cavendish 
told Lord Spencer that he would prefer to walk 
to the Chief Secretary's Lodge instead of accept- 
ing the Lord Lieutenant's offer of a seat in his 
carriage. As he entered the park he was joined 
by Mr. Burke, the Under-Secretary, and they 
walked together towards the Chief Secretary's 
Lodge. Just opposite the Viceregal Lodge a 
small group of men who were standing by suddenly 
fell on them and stabbed them both to death. 
Lord Spencer, from within the Viceregal Lodge, 
heard repeated shrieks of agony, and ran to the 
window. A man came rushing along at full speed, 
crying: " Mr. Burke and Lord Frederick Cavendish 
are killed !" The Viceroy attempted to rush out, 
but was stopped by the members of his household, 
who were anxious for his safety. 

Numerous arrests followed, and six men were 
tried and hanged for the crime, chiefly on the evi- 


dence of a man named Carey, who turned informer, 
and was afterwards murdered on the high seas. 

There is Uttle doubt that this terrible murder 
was the work of a small body of desperate men 
belonging to a society called the " Invincibles," 
which had come into being with the avowed pur- 
pose of removing political opponents by assassina- 
tion. They had no connection whatever with an^^ 
of the recognized Irish political bodies. Still, of 
course, that fact was not appreciated in England. 

The indignation with which this outrage was 
received was intense, both in England and Ireland. 
To speak plainly, it was generally believed in 
England that Charley was the direct instigator of 
the crime. The people clamoured savagely for 
his blood, and great crowds assembled in front of 
the Westminster Palace Hotel, where he was 
staying. In spite of this, he insisted upon moving 
freely about in the streets, although his life was 
really in more danger than had been those of 
Lord Frederick Cavendish and Mr. Burke. Cer- 
tainly, hardly anyone in England at that time 
would have thought it other than meritorious to 
have killed him, and no jury would have dreamt 
of convicting his murderer. Owing to his dis- 
regard of danger, the days succeeding the an- 
nouncement of the Phoenix Park crime were 
amongst the most anxious which Scotland Yard 
ever experienced, as in the state of public feeling 
it was impossible to have any idea from what 


quarter the blow might be struck. It was there- 
fore useless to watch any particular body or group 
of persons, political or otherwise, and the whole 
energies of the Yard had to be devoted to shadow- 
ing Charley himself, over whose safety a veritable 
army of the most experienced detectives in the 
kingdom watched by day and night. 

In Ireland the news was received with horror, 
disappointment, and disgust. It was felt that it 
was a cowardly murder, and one which deeply 
dishonoured the Irish sense of hospitality, as this 
was Lord Frederick Cavendish's first visit to 
Ireland, where he had never taken any part in 
political affairs. Moreover, it was a useless and 
irresponsible crime, which recoiled, not so much 
upon the actual perpetrators, as upon the whole 
Irish party. Had it only been Mr. Burke the 
thing would have been bad enough, but it was 
felt that there was no possible excuse for the un- 
provoked murder of an innocent stranger, which 
could only bring into disrepute an entire nation 
which had taken no act or part in it. 

Charley's Feelings. 

The blow was a terrible one for Charley. He 
was completely unnerved. His first idea was to 
retire at once from public life, though from this 
course he was dissuaded, not only by his friends, 
but even by his great opponent, Mr. Gladstone, 


who assured him of his complete beUef in his 
innocence of the slightest complicity in the matter. 
But it is certain that for once Charley com- 
pletely lost his usual cool head, and allowed his 
nervous temperament, which as a rule he kept 
strictly under control, to dominate him completely 
for the time being. I know myself that for years 
after this horrible event preyed on his generous 
and sensitive nature, and I realized so well how 
even a slight reference by him, to a matter which 
was completely past, showed that he must have 
thought very long and deeply about it. 

On the very day when the news was received in 
England, Charley issued a manifesto, which was 
also signed bj^ Dillon and Davitt, addressed to 
the Irish people, in which, after expressing the 
horror with which they received the news of the 
crime, the Irish leaders said: ** We feel that no 
act has ever been perpetrated in our countrj^, 
during the exciting struggle for social and political 
rights of the past fifty years, that has so stained 
the name of hospitable Ireland as this cowardly 
and unprovoked assassination of a friendly 
stranger." That exactly expresses Charley's 
views on the matter, as I know from his 
subsequent conversations with me. I think for 
once that his faith in the righteousness of the cause 
for which he had fought so consistently was 
shaken for the first time by the dread that any- 
thing in his policy, directed though it had always 


been for the bettering of the conditions of his 
poorer fellow-countrymen, should have given even 
the faintest encouragement, to minds disordered 
as were those of the " Invincibles/' to the com- 
mission of such a dastardly crime. His intense 
pride, his sensitiveness, and his genuine love of 
Ireland, caused him to suffer horribly, and the 
wound was never healed. 

He entered the House of Commons on May 8, 
almost a broken man. Though a victor, the 
spoils of war had been more than torn from him, 
and his personal honour was assailed in a way which 
only allowed him to refute the accusations by his 
own personal word, in which he knew the English 
would put no belief. His speech in the House was 
brief, and marked with obvious emotion. In the 
course of it he expressed the fear that owing to 
this deplorable event all his efforts towards peace 
would be thrown away, and the Government would 
find no other course open to them than to resort 
to coercion once more. This was indeed the case, 
for Sir William Harcourt's Crimes Bill was imme- 
diately rushed through, in spite of wild scenes of 
obstruction on the part of the Irish party, in the 
course of which eighteen members were suspended. 
Charley and his party finally ceased to take an^- 
further part in the discussion of the Bill, protesting 
against the suspension of their fellow-members at 
a time when a measure affecting vitally the rights 
and liberties of Ireland was before the House. 


A Concession. 

In spite of the Coercion Act, Charley scored one 
signal victory, for an Arrears Bill was passed, to 
a great extent, on the lines for which he had been 
agitating. The Bill, which applied to tenancies 
under £30, provided that, subject to the tenant 
satisfying the Court that he was unable to pay 
the whole of the arrears, and paying the rent due 
in 1881, he should only be liable for the rent during 
one of the two years 1879 ^^^ 1880, the State 
paying the remaining portion. Charley, having 
obtained to a certain degree the land reforms 
which were the subject of his campaign, was now 
able to slacken the land agitation, which he had 
almost regarded as a measure of necessity, and had 
secretly disliked, owing to its leading to outrage. 
After the Phoenix Park murders he was determined, 
both on their account and on account of the in- 
formal promise he had made in connection, with 
what was known as the Kilmainham Treaty, to 
end the reign of terror in Ireland. The Land 
League had to a great degree effected this purpose, 
and, being proscribed by the Government, its or- 



ganization was scattered; and the Ladies' Land 
League, which he had regarded at the outset as 
being of some possible use, but had soon come to 
look upon as an uncontrollable and even mis- 
chievous agency, which tended to upset his own 
policy, he had deliberately starved to death by 
refusing to advance any more funds. 

It was clear that at this time Charley wanted 
to devote himself to what, after all, was his great 
ambition — the obtaining of Home Rule for Ireland 
by constitutional methods. An exceptional out- 
burst of murders — some of them for the slightest 
causes — were making the year 1882 memorable, 
even in the bloodstained annals of agrarian out- 
rage. Charley was sick to death of these ignoble 
crimes, which lowered the status of his country 
without in any way advancing the prospects of 
its independence. 

The trial of the " Invincibles " who were sup- 
posed to have been connected with the Phoenix 
Park murders, which took place in February, 1883, 
again concentrated English public opinion on the 
horrors of the crime itself and on the general 
lawlessness existing in Ireland. This was followed, 
in the House of Commons, by a violent attack made 
upon Charley by Mr. Forster, who used these 
words, which summarize the general feeling against 
my brother at the time : " It has been often enough 
stated and shown by statistics that murder followed 
the meetings and action of the Land League .... 


It is not that he himself directly planned or per- 
petrated outrages or murders, but that he either 
connived at them, or, when warned, did not use 
his influence to prevent them." Charley listened 
unmoved to this damning accusation, and, in- 
stead of replying to it, immediately moved the 
adjournment of the debate until the next day 
(February 23, 1882). 

A Defiance. 

On the eventful day the House was crowded, in 
expectation of a detailed and elaborate defence, on 
the part of Charley, of his action with regard to 
the Land League. If the House expected any- 
thing in the nature of an apology, or even an expla- 
nation, they were doomed to disappointment, for 
from beginning to end his speech was a proud and 
contemptuous defiance. 

After saying that it was impossible for anyone 
to stem the torrent of prejudice that had arisen, 
he entered into a series of bitter gibes at the Irish 
Executive. He asked why Mr. Forster was not 
sent back to help Lord Spencer in the congenial 
work of the gallows in Ireland. " We invite you," 
he said with scathing sarcasm, " to man your 
ranks, and to send your ablest and best men to 
push forward the task of misgoverning and op- 
pressing Ireland." Of the future he was sanguine, 
and he ended his speech with a calm prophecy of 


success. He said: ** Although the horizon may be 
clouded, I believe our people will survive the 
present oppression, as they have survived many 
and worse misfortunes; and although our progress 
may be slow, it will be sure." 

But the whole speech was summarized in one 
famous sentence: " By the judgment of the Irish 
people only do I, and will I, stand or fall." 

This was not at all the kind of speech which the 
House had expected, and they received it with 
feelings of mixed amazement and disgust. 

About this time the Fenians began to become 
anxious concerning Charley's attitude and the 
moderate policy which he was now adopting. 
They invited him to attend a convention which 
was being held at Philadelphia on April 25. He 
declined the invitation to attend personally, but 
sent a cablegram in which he suggested that their 
platform should be so framed as to enable the 
Irish national party to continue to accept help 
from America, while at the same time avoiding 
offering a pretext to the British Government for 
entirely suppressing the national movement in 
Ireland. After this convention the existing 
American Land League was replaced by the 
National League of America, which was intended 
to co-operate with the newly-formed National 
League of Ireland. The Fenians thus regained 
somewhat of their hold on Irish policy, as Charley 
found it impossible to break openly with them. 


The Tribute. 

My brother, as I explain elsewhere (Appendix C), 
had for many complicated reasons been getting 
gradually into low water so far as regarded 
finance. It came as a shock to the Irish people 
to hear that a mortgage on Avondale had been 
foreclosed, and that he had filed a petition for 
sale. This resulted in a desire, which was spon- 
taneous on the part of all classes throughout 
Ireland, to aid their beloved leader, who had 
risked so much on their behalf. Accordingly, a 
gigantic collection was set on foot, and by De- 
cember II, 1882, when it closed, it had reached 
the sum of £37,011 17s. His reception of this 
amount, large as it was, was characteristic. He 
was handed the cheque on December 11, just before 
a grand banquet was given in his honour. He put 
it in his pocket as if it were a matter of course, 
and neither then nor in the course of his subse- 
quent speech made the slightest reference to it. 

The Dynamite Outrages. 

During 1883 and 1884 the extremists, not satis- 
fied with agrarian outrages, started to carry the war 
right into the enemy's country, by a series of 
attempts to blow up public buildings in London. 
The explosive used was dynamite, a factory for 



the making of which was discovered by the poUce 
in Birmingham. It was found that the Govern- 
ment offices, the principal railway-stations, Scot- 
land Yard, and even the Houses of Parliament 
themselves, were marked out for destruction, and 
in several cases attempts, more or less abortive, 
were made to carry these plans into effect. 

Some suggestions of complicity were made 
against my brother even in this connection, but I 
know that his attitude towards the dynamitards 
was not in the slightest degree s^^mpathetic. He 
regarded them as fools and madmen, who were 
only upsetting his own plans. He felt a very keen 
resentment against the Irish World, whose violent 
articles, written by the American Fenians, had 
undoubtedly inspired the outrages. 


Inactive, but not Idle. 

For two years previous to the General Election of 
1885, Charley did not do anything very startling, 
and his quiet attitude led to a little grumbling 
among the more unruly members of his party. He 
made speeches in various parts of the country, but 
they simply urged a strictly constitutional policy. 
He was, however, as it turned out, not so much 
resting as preparing to spring. For one thing, he 
was gradually educating the Irish people to the 
absolute necessity of self-government, and pre- 
paring the English Government to resign them- 
selves to the fact that sooner or later they must 
pass a Home Rule Bill. 

Moreover, he was in bad health for a good part 
of this time, and had many family and financial 
troubles. The sudden death of his sister Fanny 
also affected him deeply, as it did also our sister 
Anna, who on hearing the sad news fell into a 
fit which very nearly proved fatal. Prior to the 
General Election, however, he made a tour of 

Ireland, delivering a number of forcible speeches. 



At Arklow he stated definitely what, in his view, 
the demand of Ireland should be. ** We cannot," 
he said, " ask for less than the restitution of 
Grattan's Parliament, with its important privi- 
leges and wide, far-reaching constitution. But," 
he said significantly, " no man has a right to fix 
the boundary of the march of a nation." 

It is noticeable that, during the visit of the Prince 
and Princess of Wales to Ireland in 1885, Charley, 
while recommending that the royal visitors should 
not be given an official reception on behalf of the 
Irish people, pleaded that they should be treated 
with courtesy, and that there should be no hostile 
demonstrations . 

Mr. Gladstone had announced his intention to 
renew the Crimes Act, though in a modified form, 
and this Charley was determined to prevent. He 
did so by throwing his full force on the side of the 
Tories when an amendment was moved to the 
Budget Bill on June 8. The result was that the 
Government were defeated by twelve votes, the 
announcement being greeted by triumphant cries 
of " No coercion !" from the Irish benches. The 
Tories formed a temporary Ministry, but, being 
placed entirely at the mercy of the Irish party, a 
dissolution was soon necessary. 

Charley seized the opportunity of the English 
being entangled in their own affairs to have a 
really beneficial Land Bill passed through the 
House, whereby advances could be made by the 


State to enable tenants to purchase their holdings 
from the landlords. The repayment of the pur- 
chase money was spread over a period of forty- 
nine years, and a sum of £5,000,000 was set aside 
for the purpose out of the surplus fund of the 
Irish Disestablished Church. 

Home Rule was now Charley's one idea, as he 
explained in a speech at Dublin during the General 
Election campaign, in which he said: " It is not 
now a question of self-government for Ireland; 
it is only a question as to how much of the 
self-government they will be able to cheat us 
out of. . . . I hope that it may not be for us in 
the new Pailiament to devote our attention to 
subsidiary measures, and that it may be 
possible for us to have a programme and a 
platform with only one plank, and that one 
plank national independence." 

The result of the election was a Liberal majority 
of eighty-six over the Conservatives, which was 
exactly equalled by the number of Nationalists 
returned. Charley therefore was the entire master 
of the situation. If he joined Mr. Gladstone, the 
combined Liberal and Nationalist parties had an 
overwhelming majority over the Tories; if he 
opposed Mr. Gladstone, and threw his eighty-six 
votes into the Tory scale, the Government majorit}^ 
was nullified. 


The Home Rule Bill. 

Towards 1886 it became rumoured more and 
more seriously that Mr. Gladstone was considering 
the form which a Home Rule Bill should take. 
There is no doubt that the Liberal Premier had for 
some time past been coming nearer and nearer to 
the belief that it was time that legislative inde- 
pendence should be granted to Ireland. 

Directly Mr. Gladstone returned to office he 
set to work on the Home Rule Bill. On the ques- 
tion of the powers to be granted to the Irish 
Parliament, Mr. Gladstone soon found himself in 
complete disagreement with Mr. Chamberlain, 
who was the President of the Local Government 
Board. In spite of each making small concessions 
to one another's views, they had to come to the 
conclusion that at the bottom their principles 
were diametrically opposed. The inevitable result 
occurred on March 26, 1886, when Mr. Chamber- 
lain resigned his position in the Cabinet. 

The details of Mr. Gladstone's measure were re- 
vealed to a tensely expectant House on April 8, 
1886, when he formally moved the first reading of 
the Home Rule Bill. 

Under his scheme there was to be both an Irish 
Executive and Irish Parliament, though the latter 
was not to make any laws dealing with certain 
subjects, such as the restraint of educational 
freedom, the endowment of religion, and the 


Customs or Excise. The Imperial Parliament alone 
should have power to decide as to peace or war, 
and to control the army, navy, and other forces, 
regulate relations with the colonies and foreign 
countries, supervise trade, the Post -Office and 
coinage, and have the disposal of titles and honours 
and other dignities. All the Irish police were 
finally to come under the control of the Irish 
Parliament, the Dublin Metropolitan Police after 
two years, and the Constabulary after a period to 
be fixed. Ireland was not to be represented in 
the Imperial Parliament. 

After the Home Rule Bill had been read the 
first time, Mr. Gladstone brought in a Bill that 
had for its intention the establishment of a peasant 
proprietary in Ireland. This was a rather far- 
reaching measure, enabling the land to be obtained 
by the State at twenty years' purchase, and then 
sold to the tenants on a system of instalments 
spread over forty- nine years. It certainly was 
not welcomed by either the landlords or the 
tenants. Mr. Gladstone himself realized this so 
much that he practically shelved this Land Bill, 
which died a natural death when the Government 
went out in July. 

The second reading of the Home Rule Bill was 
moved by Mr. Gladstone on May lo, and the 
debate on it lasted for a month. Mr. Bright, after 
earnest consideration, finally declared himself 
against the Bill. 


. Charley waited until the final night of the debate 
to express his opinion. He warned the House 
that their rejection of the Bill (which, with his 
customary foresight, he expected) would mean an 
outburst of indignation in Ireland, with which 
not even the many stringent measures already in 
force would be sufficient to cope. 

The second reading was, however, rejected by 
343 to 313 votes, and Mr. Gladstone and his party 
went to the country, strange to say, in complete 
alliance with the Irish Nationalists. The result 
of the election showed a tremendous swing of the 
pendulum, the Unionists coming in with 394 votes 
against the 276 of the combined Liberal and Irish 
parties. England was certainly not prepared at 
that time to grant Home Rule, especially with 
two such influential members of the Liberal party 
as Mr. Chamberlain and Mr. Bright opposed to it. 

The " Plan of Campaign." 

Towards the end of 1886 considerable trouble 
occurred in the South of Ireland, the Tories' boast, 
that in spite of the rejection of the Home Rule 
Bill peace would prevail in Ireland, proving at 
best the pious hope. In order to prevent evic- 
tions, Mr. William O'Brien concocted a scheme 
whereby, when landlords refused to make reason- 
able reductions in rent, the tenants should be 
enabled to hold out by money provided partly by 


the League in Dublin, and partly by local sym- 
pathizers. He proposed that in every district a 
managing committee should be established, with 
whom the rent was to be banked, being used, if 
the landlords proved obstinate, as a weapon 
against them. That is a very rough sketch of this 
famous scheme, to which O'Brien soon gained the 
adherence of Dillon. 

Charley was ill at the time, otherwise things 
might not have gone so far as they did. He re- 
fused to discuss the Plan of Campaign, with which 
he was not at all in agreement, as he believed at 
that time in a peaceful agitation with regard to 
the land question, whereas what was proposed 
would bring back the agrarian troubles, with all 
their consequences of outrage and murder. How- 
ever, before it had been properly discussed, and 
certainly before the scheme had been approved by 
the chief of the Irish party, details of it were 
published in the newspapers. Charley found him- 
self unwillingly committed to the scheme, which 
had immediately produced the outburst of violence 
which he feared it would, and which led to the 
passing of the Crimes Act. This measure, which 
was of a permanent nature, suspended the right 
of trial by jury in a number of cases of agrarian 
disorder, substituting instead trial by magistrates. 
Power was given to the Lord Lieutenant to pro- 
claim disturbed districts and dangerous associa- 
tions. Of course, the only result was, as before, 


scenes of violence on the part of both the authori- 
ties and the tenants^ which lasted for about two 

The Crimes Act practically drove the National- 
ists into the arms of the Liberals. It was curious 
that, when Mr. Gladstone's portrait became nearly 
as popular in the West of Ireland as Charley's, the 
latter said, in reply to a question as to what he 
thought of Mr. Gladstone: "I think of Mr. Glad- 
stone and the English people what I have always 
thought of them. They will do what we can make 
them do." He seemed rather amused at the 
enthusiastic friendship which many of his followers 
displayed towards the Liberal party, and said on 
one occasion: "I do not object to an English 
alliance which we can control; I object to an 
English alliance which the English control." To 
such a pitch did this friendship between old 
enemies extend that on one occasion Charley drove 
with Lord (then Mr.) Morle}/ to a great meeting 
at St. James's Hall, London, where he actually 
succeeded in rousing his English audience to a 
state of wild enthusiasm. 

His health by this had become very bad indeed, 
and he himself was only too sensible of it. He 
surprised the members of the Eighty Club, in a 
speech delivered before them in 1888, by an ad- 
mission, of a startlingly frank nature for him, not 
only of his state of health, but also of the fact that 
to it was due the adoption of the Plan of Cam- 


paign, against his better judgment. In his speech 
he said: 

I was ill, dangerously ill. It was an illness 
from which I have not entirely recovered up 
to this day. I was so ill that I could not put 
pen to paper, or even read a newspaper. I 
knew nothing about the movement until 
weeks after it had started, and even then I 
was so feeble that for several months, abso- 
lutely up to the meeting of Parliament, I was 
positively unable to take part in any public 
matter, and was scarcely able to do so for 
months after. If I had been in a position to 
advise about it, I candidly admit to you that 
I should have advised against it. 

Mr. Gladstone, in a speech delivered a month 
afterwards, exonerated to some extent the Plan 
of Campaign, using the following words, which 
are noteworthy in view of these and more modern 
occurrences : 

Do not suppose that I think the Plan of 
Campaign is a good thing in itself, or that I 
speak of it as such. I lament everything in 
the nature of machinery for governing a 
country outside the regular law of the country. 
But there are circumstances in which that 
machinery, though it may be an evil in itself 
— and it is an evil, because it lets loose many 
bad passions, and gives to bad men the power 


of playing themselves off as good men, and in 
a multitude of ways relaxes the ties and bonds 
that unite society — I say there are many 
circumstances in which it is an infinitely 
smaller evil to use this machinery than to 
leave the people to perish. 

In another speech, delivered at Bingley Hall, 
Birmingham, in 1888, Mr. Gladstone, in eloquent 
and even in passionate words, appealed to his 
audience on behalf of Home Rule. He said : 

Our opponents teach you to rely on the use 
of this deserted and enfeebled and super- 
annuated weapon of coercion. We teach you 
to rely upon Irish affection and goodwill. 
We teach you not to speculate on the forma- 
tion of that sentiment. We show you that it 
is formed already, it is in full force, it is ready 
to burst forth from every Irish heart and from 
every Irish voice. We only beseech you, by 
resolute persistence in that policy you have 
adopted, to foster, to cherish, to consolidate, 
that sentiment, and so to act that in space 
it shall spread from the north of Ireland to 
the south, and from the west of Ireland to 
the east; and in time it shall extend and 
endure from this present date until the last 
years and the last of the centuries that may 
still be reserved in the counsels of Providence 
to work out the destinies of mankind. 



The " Times " Campaign. 

My brother's policy had always been more or 
less condemned, and even referred to as the 
cause of the agrarian outrages, by the English 

But a shock passed through the whole of the 
English-speaking races when, in the course of the 
first of a series of articles appearing under the title 
" Parnellism and Crime," the Times printed the 
following letter: 

Dear Sir, 

I am not surprised at your friend's 
anger, but he and you should know that to 
denounce the murders was the only course 
open to us. To do that promptly was plainly 
our best policy. But you can tell him and all 
others concerned that, though I regret the 
accident of Lord F. Cavendish's death, I 
cannot refuse to admit that Burke got no 
more than his deserts. You are at liberty 



to show him this, and others whom you can 
trust also, but let not my address be known. 
He can write to the House of Commons. 
Yours very truly, 

Charles S. Parnell. 

The letter was given in facsimile, and the article 
stated that, though the body of the manuscript 
was not in Charley's handwriting, the signature 
and the words ** Yours very truly " were obviously 
his. " If any member of Parliament," said the 
writer of the article, ** doubts the fact, he can 
easily satisfy himself in the matter by comparing 
the handwriting with that of Mr. Parnell in the book 
containing the signatures of members when they 
first take their seats in the House of Commons." 

I came over to England from America when the 
Commission was sitting, and then carefully ex- 
amined the original letter. I had no hesitation 
in saying that the signature was not that of my 
brother, while the style in which the letter was 
written was not at all like that which he used in 
either writing or speaking. 

The news spread like wildfire, and I am afraid 
was generally believed in. On the evening of the 
publication of the letter Charley went into the 
House of Commons without having the slightest 
idea of what had happened, as he had not read 
the Times, and had not been informed by anybody 
of the serious allegation that had been made 


against him. Before he entered the Chamber he 
met Mr. Harrington, who told him what had hap- 
pened, and they went into the library and care- 
fully examined the facsimile letter in the Times. 
Charley seemed perfectly unconcerned, and simply 
pointed to the S in his supposed signature, and 
observed in a casual tone of voice: " I did not 
make an S like that since 1878." 

Charley's Explanation. 

On that same evening Charley rose from his 
place in the House, amid an intense hush, and 
made a statement with regard to the Times letter 
which incidentally gives some interesting sidelights 
on his character and shows his own methods of 

After referring to the letter as a ** precious con- 
coction," he said that he supposed at first that 
the blank sheet containing his signature, such as 
many members are frequentl}^ asked for, had fallen 
into improper hands and been misused ; but when 
he actually saw the facsimile he at once recognized 
that it was an " audacious and unblushing fabrica- 
tion," there being only two letters in the whole 
signature which bore any resemblance to his own 
method of writing his name. He continued : 

Its whole character is entirely different. I 
unfortunately write a very cramped hand, 


my letters huddle into each other, and I write 
with great difficulty and slowness. It is, in 
fact, a labour and a toil for me to write any- 
thing at all. But the signature in question 
is wiitten by a ready penman, who has 
evidently covered as many leagues of letter 
paper in his life as I have yards. . . . The 
letter does not purport to be in my hand- 
writing. We are not informed who has 
written it. It is not even alleged that it was 
written b}'^ an5/one who was ever associated 
with me. The name of the anonymous letter- 
writer is not mentioned. I do not know who 
he can be. The writing is strange to me. I 
think I should insult myself if I said — I think, 
however, that I perhaps ought to say it, in 
order that my denial may be full and complete 
— that I certainly never heard of the letter. 
I never directed such a letter to be written. 
I never saw such a letter before I saw it in 
the Times. The subject-matter of the letter 
is preposterous on the surface. The phrase- 
ology of it is absurd — as absurd as any phrase- 
ology that could be attributed to me could 
possibly be. In every part of it it bears 
absolute and irrefutable evidence of want of 
genuineness and want of authenticity. 

The matter was not openly referred to again for 
some time, but the articles under the heading 
" Parnellism and Crime " still continued to appear 
in the Times. Then, owing to certain references 


made to him in the course of the articles, Mr. 
F. H. O'Donnell, a former M.P., brought an action 
for libel against the Times. During the hearing 
of the action further allegations were made against 
my brother and his party. 

The Commission. 

Charley now found himself obliged to do some- 
thing to clear his character. Accordingly, he 
asked the Government to appoint a Select Com- 
mittee to inquire as to the authorship of the letter. 
The Government would not agree to this, but 
instead appointed a Special Commission on 
August 13, 1888, to investigate the accuracy of the 
charges made by the Times throughout the articles 
complained of — a reference about as wide as could 
possibly be conceived. The Special Commission 
consisted of Mr, Justice Hannen, Mr. Justice Day, 
and Mr. Justice Smith, with the Attorney-General 
leading for the Times, and Sir Charles Russell 
leading for Charley. 

The preliminary proceedings were very lengthy, 
and dealt with all manner of irrelevant subjects, 
witnesses being called from all parts of Ireland. 
Finally, however, Pigott, who was said to have 
sold the letters to the Times, was put into the box. 
His cross-examination by Sir Charles Russell was 
one of the most searching and merciless on record. 
Pigott was given a number of words to write, and 



it was found that those misspelt in the letters were 
also misspelt by him. This was a very important 
point, because it was known that my brother was 
accurate to a degree about his spelling. 

On the day following his cross-examination, 
Pigott was found to be absent, and news of his 
death was received latei, under circumstances 
which are descnbed farther on in my book. 

I was in court with Charley during the Pigott 
trial, and noticed that he watched the proceed- 
ings with extreme nervousness. He was in very 
bad health at this time, and the publication of 
these forgeries, with the calumnies to which they 
gave rise, and the strain of the long trial, visibly 
affected him, weighed down as he already was 
with the presentiment of impending calamity. 

One evening, after the case had concluded for 
the day, I went round with Charley to Sir Charles 
Russell's office, where an angry scene occurred. 
Sir Charles refused to follow Charley's advice on a 
certain point connected with the conduct of the 
case, and heated words weie exchanged. Charley 
and I went round to the Charing Cross Hotel for 
dinner, and I remember his remarking in a tone of 
utter weariness and depression: "Everyone is 
against me — even my own counsel and the Irish 
people. They are all right so long as they have 
their hands in your pocket. But I know that I 
shall have a fairer trial in England than in Ireland, 
where both Judge and jurors are bought." 


Charley, who was looking very ill, then entered 
the box, and calmly denied the accusations against 
him, though with the disappearance of Pigott 
the purpose of the proceedings was really at an 
end. The Commission, however, still continued 
for some weeks, and there was a further lapse 
before the report was issued. 

In their finding, the Commission held that the 
NationaUst M.P/s had not collectively engaged in 
any conspiracy to obtain the independence of 
Ireland, but that certain Nationalists inside and 
outside Parliament were anxious for separation, 
and that some of them wished to use the Land 
League as an indirect means towards separation. 

The report of the Commission, the text of which 
was very lengthy, really produced nothing of any 
value. What everyone wanted to know was 
whether the letter signed "Charles S. Parnell" 
was actually in my brother's handwriting. That 
was decided once and for all by Pigott' s evidence 
in the witness-box, and his subsequent flight and 
confession, followed by his suicide. 

An Ovation. 

Charley's next appearance in the House was the 
sign for a demonstration almost unique in history. 
When he walked to his place, the whole of the 
Liberal party, including the Front Bench, rose to 
their feet and cheered, while a large number of 


the Tories followed their example. The wildest 
enthusiasm, of course, prevailed on the Irish 

Charley's attitude was characteristic. As he 
sat down, apparently unconcerned, though his 
pale face and the twitching of his hands betrayed 
his deep emotion, he remarked to the member next 
him: ** Why do you fellows stand up ? It almost 
frightened me." 

This was the height of Charley's glory. Few, 
however, realized — perhaps not even himself — that 
the clouds which had for some time been gathering 
over his head, were so soon to burst. 



" Wail ye, wail ye for the Mighty One ! Wail ye, wail ye for 
the dead ! 
Quench the hearth and hold the breath — ^with ashes strew 
the head." 




I FEEL bound briefly to refer to this unfortunate 
affair, as it proved to be the turning-point of 
Charley's career. Charley had known Captain 
O'Shea for many years. He had, as I have stated, 
acted as an intermediary between my brother, 
Mr. Gladstone, and Mr. Chamberlain, with the 
result that the understanding known as the 
Kilmainham Treaty was arrived at. The first 
meeting between Charley and Mrs. O'Shea was at 
a dinner-party in London, when she referred to 
him by the name under which he is still known in 
the West of Ireland — " The Uncrowned King." 

An intimate friendship had sprung up between 
Charley and the O' Sheas, who were then living near 
to one another at Eltham in Kent. In 1881 
Captain O'Shea found a portmanteau belonging 
to Charley in his house. He immediately chal- 
lenged him to a duel in France, but the matter, 
through the intercession of Mrs. O'Shea, was 
smoothed over. 

At the General Election of 1886, Mr. T. P. 
O'Connor having been elected for both Galway 



and the Scotland Division of Liverpool, chose to 
sit for the latter constituency. Charley insisted 
upon putting up Captain O'Shea for the vacant 
seat, in spite of strong opposition, even among 
his own adherents, including Mr. Biggar. The 
crowd at Galway, which Charley addressed, was a 
sullen and even a hostile one ; but Charley managed 
to bring it round to his views, or at any rate to 
arouse sufficient loyalty to himself to get Captain 
O'Shea returned at the head of the poll. The 
incident, however, roused many of Charley's most 
devoted supporters to very plain language as to his 
using his political influence on behalf of a man 
with the name of whose wife rumour associated 

I always suspected Captain O'Shea of being a 
false friend of Charley's, and simply waiting his 
time to strike a fatal blow. As I said to a gentle- 
man who knew both parties: " Don't you think, 
if there was anything in it, that Captain O'Shea 
would have found it out and taken some action 
long before the divorce suit ?" 

It was just when Charley's career never seemed 
more promising that Captain O'Shea filed his 
petition for divorce, on December 28, 1889. 
When served with the divorce papers, Charley, as 
usual, showed no emotion, but negligently threw 
them on one side. I do not think, however, that 
he entirely realized how critical his condition was. 

The trial commenced on Saturday, November 15. 


To my knowledge, it was Charley's original inten- 
tion to defend the proceedings, but some of his 
friends persuaded him not to do so. I do not pro- 
pose to revive any of the evidence given in the 
course of the case. It is sufficient to say that a 
decree nisi was pronounced, which in due course 
was made absolute. As far as our family was 
concerned, we were unanimous in regarding the 
institution of proceedings at this time as being 
due to a political plot, having for its object the 
ruin of Charley. Personally I was of opinion that 
O'Shea himself was directly responsible, and was 
not acting simply on his own accord. Our mother's 
views, given in her usual direct language, seem 
worth quoting. She said in her letter to me: " It 
was a Government plot to ruin him and get rid of 
him out of Irish political life." Not alone from 
her, but from many people in a position to know, 
I gathered that, unable to beat Charley in fair 
fight, his political enemies had chosen this means 
of attacking him from behind. 

Directly the divorce decree was declared abso- 
lute — I think in June, 1891 — Charley married Mrs. 
O'Shea. I was not in England at the time, but 
friends who were present at the ceremony say 
that Charley's appearance was a very painful one. 
He looked thoroughly miserable and worn-out, 
and a physical wreck. After the marriage they 
went to live at 9, Walsingham Terrace, West 


A Visit to Mrs. Parnell. 

It was after my brother's death that the 
settHng up of his legal affairs necessitated my 
having an interview with his widow, whom I 
had not met up till now. I therefore went 
across from Avondale to Brighton, where I 
spent a few days helping Mrs. Parnell to arrange 

When I arrived at the house, I was shown into 
Charley's sitting-room. It looked dreary enough, 
with many of his familiar possessions meeting the 
eye on every side; and it seemed to me still more 
sad when two of his favourite setters came in, and 
rushing up to the arm-chair where I was sitting — 
his own arm-chair — overwhelmed me with caresses. 
In a few moments Mrs. C. S. Parnell herself came 
in and welcomed me with a very sad smile. She 
insisted that I should remain in the arm-chair, 
saying how very much I resembled Charley, who 
was always talking about me and my fruit-growing 
in America. 

She seemed just such a woman as would attract 
Charley — a brilliant conversationalist, keen on 
society, and giving the impression that alto- 
gether, with her talent and fascination and her 
undoubted regard for him, she might have, under 
other circumstances, exercised a great influence 
in Irish pohtics. The two of us, with Mr. Hawks- 


ley, her solicitor, and Mr. Campbell, who had come 
over with me from Ireland, discussed the arrange- 
ment of Charley's affairs during this and several 
subsequent visits. 

I remained in Brighton for about a week, going 
out walking every day with Charley's dogs, who 
became very fond of me. In the evenings Mrs. 
Parnell, the Misses O'Shea, and Mr. Harrison, a 
great friend of Charley's, used to visit me in my 
parlour. I frequently played chess with my sister- 
in-law, who was quite a good player, and who said 
that she often tried to get Charley to have a game 
of chess with her in order to distract his mind, but 
after playing for a little time he usually complained 
of a headache. 

On the whole, considering the unfortunate occa- 
sion of my visit, I spent a pleasant time during 
my week at Brighton. I noticed that on every 
occasion when I called on her, Mrs. Parnell made 
me sit in Charley's arm-chair. When I was 
leaving and saying good-bye to her at the door, 
she asked me to come and see her again before I 
went back to Ireland. I wrote to her just before 
going, saying that I proposed coming down to see 
her, but she wired me not to come, as she was ill. 
That was the only time that I saw Mrs. Parnell, 
and I have had no direct communication with her 
since, though she wrote on one occasion to her 
solicitor to say that she would be glad to see me, 
but not any other members of my family, owing 


to the bitterness which prevailed between them. 
I often wished for an opportunity of seeing her, 
but it never came. 

The Party's Attitude. 

The decree nisi was pronounced on November 17, 

The question was, What was going to be the 
attitude of Charley's party towards himself under 
these altered circumstances ? 

On November 18, the day following the an- 
nouncement of the judgment, a crowded meeting 
of the National League was held in Dublin, with 
Mr. John Redmond in the chair. The attitude of 
all the speakers was one of unswerving loyalty 
towards their leader. The divorce proceedings 
were regarded simply as a side-issue which did not 
in any way interfere with Charley's political posi- 
tion or future. A unanimous resolution embody- 
ing these views was passed by the meeting, and on 
the following day an inspired statement was issued 
by the Freeman's Journal, stating that Charley 
had no intention of resigning his position. Indi- 
vidual members of the Irish party expressed in 
newspaper interviews their intention of loyally 
supporting their leader, and even Mr. Labouchere 
supported him in Truth. 

A mass meeting of Irish NationaUsts and 
Liberals held on November 20 at the Leinster 


Hall, Dublin, still more emphatically voiced the 
support of the Irish people. A few sentences from 
the speeches of the principal members of the party 
give some idea of the spirit that then prevailed : 

I say it would be foolish and absurd in the 
highest degree were we at a moment like this, 
because of a temporary outcry over a case 
that in London would be forgotten to-morrow 
if there were a repetition of the Whitechapel 
murders ... to surrender the great Chief who 
has led us so far forward {Mr. Healy). 

I ask you, Suppose a man has gone morally 
wrong in some case, through whatever tempta- 
tion we know not, is that the least reason to 
excuse him from doing his duty to the 
people whom he is leading to victory ? (Mr. 
McCarthy) . 

Were the soldiers of the Nile and the sol- 
diers of Waterloo to stand still in the moment 
of combative battle to inquire whether their 
commander had observed one of the ten 
commandments ? (The McDermoU). 

The resolution passed unanimously at this meet- 
ing was couched in the following terms : 

That this meeting, interpreting the senti- 
ment of the Irish people that no side-issue 
shall be permitted to obstruct the progress 
of the great cause ofjHome Rule forjireland, de- 
clares that in all political matters^Mr. Parnell 


possesses the confidence of the Irish nation, 
and that this meeting rejoices at the deter- 
mination of the Irish ParUamentary party to 
stand by their leader. 

That a similar feeling existed in America was 
shown by the following cablegram, sent by four 
of the five delegates* who had just been sent to 
the United States to collect funds for the Irish 

We stand firmly by the leadership of the 
man who has brought the Irish people through 
unparalleled difficulties and dangers, from 
servitude and despair, to the very threshold 
of emancipation, with a genius, courage, and 
success, unequalled in our history. We do 
so, not only on the ground of gratitude for 
those imperishable services in the past, but 
in the profound conviction that Parnell's 
statesmanship and matchless qualities as a 
leader are essential to the safety of our 

The above assurances would seem to be as 
definite pledges of support as could possibly be 
given by a party to its leader. The facts of the 
divorce case were public property. They had 

* The four delegates who signed this cablegram were 
Messrs. T. P. O'Connor, William O'Brien, John Dillon, and 
T. Harrington, while Mr. T. D. Sullivan was the one who 
refused to sign it. 


long been the subject of rumour, but had now 
been confirmed by sworn evidence in court, and 
by the granting of the decree by the Judge. In 
spite of this, the Irish party had declared that they 
would stand by their leader whatever had hap- 

The matter therefore might have been con- 
sidered at an end. It would, of course, have left 
a slur upon Charley's character. But such a slur 
would only have been of a passing nature. 

It might have been thought that the Irish 
party, and they alone, were the fitting tribunal, 
so far as poUtics were concerned, to sit in judg- 
ment upon their leader. They had, as a matter 
of fact, as we have seen, actually done so, and 
returned a unanimous verdict of " Not guilty." 
How far they were justified in reversing their de- 
cision, on the ground that, when they had first 
decided to support Charley, they had forgotten to 
take into consideration the effect that the divorce 
would have in other quarters, is a question which 
nobody seems to have answered very satisfactorily. 
The best defence of those who ruined my brother, 
by breaking away from his leadership and creating 
a split in the party, is the plea of policy. So 
far as that policy was a personal one, there may 
have been some slight, if shortsighted, reason for 
their going back on their word in this manner. As 
a matter of national policy, it was amply dis- 
credited by future events. 


The considerations which the Irish party in 
their first flush of enthusiasm completely ignored 
were, first, the attitude of the Liberal party, and 
above all of Mr. Gladstone; and, secondly, the 
attitude of the Irish priests. I think I am right 
in saying that at this time the Irish party neg- 
lected to consider, or at any rate minimized, these 
two very important considerations. Charley on 
his part fully appreciated their value, but put his 
whole faith in the loyalty of his party. 

How mistaken both were events will show. 




At first it would seem that Charley's position was 
unaffected. But this, as I have said, was due to 
leaving two important considerations out of the 
question. Moreover, the Irish mind is much 
quicker at arriving at decisions than the English 
one, which is slower but more stable. 

Signs of opposition to Charley in England on 
the ground of the divorce case became gradually 
more and more evident. The newspapers and 
other periodicals of both parties, and especially 
the religious and labour organs, started the cry 
which became more general every day: " Parnell 
must go." 

But their agitation would have died a natural 
death had it not received official support. The 
first sign that the Liberal party were going to turn 
on Charley was shown at the meeting at Sheffield, 
on November 21, of the National Liberal Federa- 
tion. The speeches actually delivered in public 
were non-committal. But in private Mr. Morley 

241 16 


and Sir William Harcourt, both of whom were 
present at the conference, learned that the English 
Nonconformists were determined, as usual, to 
show no mercy towards moral delinquency, how- 
ever high the character borne by the delin- 
quent. The Nonconformist party have always 
had a strong influence in English politics, and, 
of course, the Liberals would in any event be 
unable to stand without their support. Indeed, 
the Irish Nationalists might very well have seen 
that the Nonconformists would be certain to 
judge Charley on the moral issue alone, and that 
their judgment was certain to be implacably un- 
favourable. Mr. Gladstone, besides being in- 
fluenced by them from party motives, was also 
one who could not dissociate private morality from 
public usefulness. His decision was therefore 
soon made up. 

Mr. Gladstone's Letter. 

On November 24, 1891, he wrote that letter to 
Mr. Morley which proved to be the turning-point 
of Charley's whole career. In it the Liberal 
leader unhesitatingly threw his whole weight into 
the scale against his ally. I shall content myself 
with quoting a single sentence from the long letter, 
which expresses Mr. Gladstone's attitude in a 
nutshell. After referring to the fact that, in view 
of the opening of the session on the following day, 


he had felt himself compelled to arrive at a deci- 
sion at once, he refers to that decision in the follow- 
ing words: 

It was that, notwithstanding the splendid 
services rendered by Mr. Parnell to his 
country, his continuance at the present 
moment in the leadership would be produc- 
tive of consequences disastrous in the highest 
degree to the cause of Ireland. 

It was not so much the letter itself which did the 
harm, but the fact that it was communicated to 
the Press before the Irish party and Charley him- 
self had had an opportunity of considering. The 
means by which it was hurried into publication on 
the very day on which Parliament had assembled 
appears to have been that it was given by Mr. 
Gladstone to Mr. John Morley, who passed it on 
to the Chief Whip, Mr. Arnold Morley, who dictated 
it in his own room to a repiesentative of the Press 
Association. It was published in that evening's 
papers, and many of the Irish members actually 
in the House did not know of its existence until 
they saw it in print. 

Earlier in the day the Irish party had met as 
usual to elect their chairman for the session. 
Amidst many enthusiastic expressions of undying 
support, Charley was unanimously re-elected to 
that position. 

Then the rumour spread, becoming more and 


more certain, that Gladstone had thrown Charley 
overboard, and that by a communication pub- 
lished behind his back. 

It was felt that the election which had just been 
held to decide the leadership must, under the cir- 
cumstances, be a void one, and a fresh meeting was 
therefore fixed for the next day (November 26) . 

But in that short space of time the undying 
loyalty of a section of Charley's supporters had 
already begun to melt away, once he was publicly 
disowned by Mr. Gladstone and the Liberal party. 
Charley's attitude when he took the chair at this 
meeting showed not the slightest sign of concern. 
He arrived a little after time, and directly he 
entered Mr. Barry rose with a suggestion that it 
might be advisable for him to retire, at any rate 
for a period, from the leadership of the party. 
His voice was not the only one that showed that 
the Irish party were no longer united in support 
of their leader, though there were many members 
who expressed their adherence to Charley and 
urged him to fight to the last. The meeting, at 
which Charley did not utter a word, was finally 
adjourned until the following Monday, December i. 

It is important to note that it was at this meet- 
ing that the question was first raised as to how 
the position of the evicted tenants who were being 
supported under the Plan of Campaign would be 
affected by the continuance of Charley's leader- 
ship. The fear expressed then and afterwards 


was that the aUenation of EngHsh Liberal and most 
hkely of American Nationahst sympathies would 
make it impossible to continue to provide the funds 
to enable them to resist the landlords. This ques- 
tion of how far his continuance in the chieftain- 
ship would result in the starvation of those whose 
interests he had ever at heart, and for whom he 
had devoted his whole life, was undoubtedly the 
one that weighed most heavily with Charley. 


A Party Conclave. 

Charley now decided that it was time for him to 
place his views definitely before his party. He 
accordingly invited a number of his more intimate 
friends to meet him at Dr. Fitzgerald's rooms, 
near Victoria Station. Among those who arrived 
were Messrs. John and William Redmond, J. J. 
O' Kelly, Leamy, and Colonel Nolan. 

Charley at once announced, pointing to a pile 
of manuscript on the table before him, that he 
had written a letter to the Press which he intended 
reading to them. He wished, however, to have 
Mr. Justin McCarthy present also, and he was 
sent for. Directly McCarthy arrived, Charley 
began to read, in low but distinct tones, his famous 
manifesto (see Appendix F). 

When Charley had finished reading the mani- 
festo, Mr. McCarthy said that he was opposed to 
it, and that, as there was no likelihood of Charley 
altering his opinion, he would leave. The others, 
however, welcomed Charley's utterance, and re- 
iterated their promises of support. 



The split in the Irish party then definitely began 
with the signature by the American delegates 
(except Mr. Harrington) and Messrs. Dillon, 
William O'Brien, and T. P. O'Connor, repudiating 
Charley's leadership, and ranging themselves on 
the side of the Liberals under Mr. Gladstone. 

A series of important conferences, which soon 
came to take more of the nature of battles, were 
now held in Committee Room 15, the headquarters 
of the Nationalist organization in the House of 
Commons. The Anti-Parnellites opened fire point- 
blank by moving: ** That Mr. Parnell's tenure of 
the chairmanship of this party is hereby termi- 
nated." Charley, however, ruled this resolution 
out of order, as he pointed out that a motion was 
already before the party in the following terms: 
** That a full meeting of the party be held on 
Friday to give Mr. Parnell an opportunity to 
reconsider his position." Colonel Nolan, a keen 
supporter of Charley's, then moved: *' That the 
party should meet in Dublin and settle the ques- 
tion there"; but this resolution was defeated by 
44 votes to 29. During the course of this meeting, 
at which no definite result was arrived at, Mr. John 
Redmond remarked: " When we are asked to sell 
our leader to preserve the English alliance, it 
seems to me that we are bound to inquire what we 
are getting for the price we are paying." Charley 
had ready his comment on this, and it was an 
apt one. " Don't sell me for nothing," he said. 


" If you get my value, you may change me to- 

At the next conference, Mr. Clancy, an Anti- 
Parnellite, moved: " That the Whips of the party 
be instructed to obtain from Mr. Gladstone, Mr. 
John Morley, and Sir William Harcourt, definite 
information on the vital questions of the con- 
stabulary and the land." Four delegates were 
according^ appointed to wait on Mr. Gladstone 
and obtain his views on these matters. 

Mr. Gladstone, however, refused to be drawn 
from the track by any red herring of Home Rule. 
" The question we have now to decide," he said, 
** is the leadership of the Irish party." 

The discussions in Room 15, after becoming 
more and more embittered, resulted in the with- 
drawal of Mr. McCarthy at the head of a section 
consisting of forty-four members, while Charley 
continued to command a faithful following of 

The Kilkenny Election. 

Finding that there was a vacancy in North 
Kilkenny, Charley determined to open his cam- 
paign against Mr. Gladstone and the members 
who had seceded from his own party by making 
certain that the candidate returned would support 
him. Sir John Pope Hennessy was the official 
Nationalist candidate, but he had fallen under 


the influence of the Anti-ParnelUtes, and Charley 
determined to oppose him by Mr. Vincent Scully, 
in whom he felt he could rely implicitly. 

Charley was at this time in very bad health 
indeed, and the strain of his position was already 
beginning to tell badly upon him. He had lost a 
great deal of the invariable smartness of dress and 
appearance for which he was formerly noted. 
His stoutness, which had become so marked about 
1885, had now deserted him, and for the first time 
in his life his former erect carriage was replaced 
by a slight stoop. His hair was already beginning 
to show traces of grey in parts, as The O'Donoghue, 
who was very much with him during these later 
years, once told me; his eyes had a wild, defiant 
look in them which was entirely new. He did not, 
however, allow his bodily health to interfere with 
his usual promptitude of action. Finding that 
United Ireland, his own newspaper, had come 
under the control of his enemies, he dismissed the 
editor and appointed Mr. Leamy in his place. He 
next attended a meeting at the Rotunda, one of 
the greatest which he ever addressed, where his 
reception was perhaps the most enthusiastic 
which he had received during his whole career. 
Then, hearing that the offices of his newspaper had 
been occupied by the seceders, who had driven 
out his own staff, he stormed the premises at the 
head of a large crowd, and put his men once more 
back in charge. 


In spite of all attempts to keep the platform 
clear, there was a gigantic crowd at Kingsbridge 
Station to see Charley off to Cork, whither he was 
bound to rally his own constituents. He then 
went on to Kilkenny, where his terrible alteration 
in health was soon the subject of alarmed discus- 
sion among his supporters. He was able, how- 
ever, both there and at Cork, to deliver a series 
of vigorous telling speeches, and to get his organiza- 
tion into full swing. 

The Power of the Church. 

Although he fought with incredible energy to the 
very end of the contest, Charley realized, long 
before the figures were announced, that he would 
lose Kilkenny. The reason was that the priests 
as a body were against him, and he then, as ever 
before, appreciated the power of the Catholic 
Church in Ireland, especially when now, for the 
first time, he came into open conflict with it. Of 
course, it was one thing for politicians to continue 
to regard him as Chief of his party, and to regard 
moral considerations as being entirely outside 
their scope of judgment. If the entire Irish party 
had done so, no one could have been very much 
surprised. Indeed, they would have been com- 
mended generally, both for their loyalty towards 
one who had led them so successfully in the past, 
and for their patriotism in still choosing the same 


means to secure their country's independence. 
But with the Church it was a different matter. 
They were bound to uphold private morality by 
the articles of their creed, and they were also 
forced to do so by the strong pubHc opinion exist- 
ing among their flock, the Irish peasantry always 
having been one of the most strictly moral peoples 
of the world. But, as Charley had already 
observed, the influence of the priests was tre- 
mendous. Without them he could do nothing, 
in spite of his great name, the great services he 
had rendered to his country, and the great love 
the people bore him. With them, as had been the 
case in the past, he could do everything. Their 
attitude, however, was one of resolute opposition. 
It had to be so, and there was no possibility of its 
changing. Still Charley, his pride prevailing over 
his intellect, chose to continue the hopeless struggle. 
Prolonged conferences then took place at Bou- 
logne between Charley and Mr. O'Brien and Mr. 
Dillon as to the chairmanship of the party. The 
seceders had elected Mr. McCarthy to that posi- 
tion, but Charley proposed, if satisfactory assur- 
ances should be obtained from Mr. Gladstone with 
regard to Home Rule, that he himself should 
resign the chairmanship of the party in favour of 
Mr. O'Brien or Mr. Dillon. The negotiations, 
however, proved abortive, and Mr. Dillon and 
Mr. O'Brien were arrested, on warrants that had 
been enforced some time, when they returned to 


England, and, on being released from prison about 
five months later, declared themselves openly to 
belong to the Anti-Parnellite party. 

He still, however, attempted to regain his foot- 
ing among the Irish electorate, but without success. 
At North Sligo and Carlow his candidates were 
beaten, but he still continued the fight. His last 
public speech was at Creggs, on September 27, 
1891. He looked terribly ill then, and after the 
meeting went to Dublin, where he stopped for 
three days at the house of his friend Dr. Kenny. 
He then went to London, and on to his house at 
Brighton, where he was compelled to take to his 
bed. On October 5 he wrote to Sir Henry 
Thompson, but his death occurred on October 6. 

How the Irish nation mourned their dead 
leader, how I myself received the sad news in 
America, will be told in the following chapter. 
But I think the most poignant expression of grief 
in connection with my poor brother's death was 
that which was contained in a letter which I 
received from our mother about three weeks later. 
I give some passages of it as a fitting close to this 

I have been so weak I could not write to 
you. The cruel blow prostrated me almost 
irrevocably — left me all but dead. 

Anger kept me up enough to see two or 
three reporters to tell what I thought — alas ! 
with but too much truth. I would have died 


rather than not denounce poor, poor Charles' 
murderers and called down vengeance on 
them. Gladstone will suffer for his knavish, 
brutal wickedness to his dying day. The 
Roman Catholic organization has become an 
abomination to man and to God. 

Knowing how ill he had been for years, 
instead of healing his wound, his griefs, they 
had no mercy on him — they vowed his death. 
God will render to them full measure for 
their murderous, fiendish thoughts and ac- 
tions. The widow — the mother — is heard in 
heaven. Your brother's blood cries aloud 
for vengeance. 



The Funeral. 

The body was brought to Dublin on Sunday, 
October ii, and, after a public lying-in-state in 
the City Hall during the morning, was borne to 
its last resting-place in Glasnevin Cemetery, ac- 
companied by a gigantic concourse of people 
drawn from the remotest parts of Ireland. 

Since then October 6 has always been a day in 
Dublin set apart for the commemoration of the 
lost Chief, whose emblem, the ivy leaf, is worn by 
countless thousands. I give the text of the card 
issued at the first anniversary of my brother's 
death, the words being by an intimate friend and 
supporter of his: 


Gathered from Aughavannagh's rugged side, 

Where we together oft in friendship came. 
Where Lugnacuilla rears its crest of pride, 

And Glenmalure enshrines a Nation's fame. 
Emblem of soHtude, from his own hills, 

I lay this wreath where lies our glorious Chief, 
To symbohze the solitude that fiUs 

The Nation's lonely heart, that aches with 
endless grief. 


Spring Farm, 

October 6, 1892. 




I was in Atlanta, Georgia, when I heard the news 
of my brother's death, which I refused to beheve. 
I went to the Western Union Telegraph office and 
asked them if they had heard anything of the sad 
news, but on their telHng me that nothing what- 
ever had come over the cable concerning it I felt 
considerably relieved, and thought that the whole 
thing must be simply a baseless rumour. How- 
ever, to make quite certain, I went round to see 
my friend Mr. Patrick Moran, the editor of the 
Atlanta Constitution, who said he had not heard of 
it, but asked me to call round at twelve o'clock 
that night, when he would know for certain about 
it. After walking about restlessly during the 
whole of the day until midnight, I returned to the 
newspaper office, where Mr. Moran told me that he 
had received confirmation of the sad news. 

I went back to my hotel deeply shocked and 
grieved, for Charley, besides being my brother, 
had been my best friend from boyhood. I felt 
sad for our family, especially for our poor mother, 
whose favourite son he was; while I was bitterly 
angry with his political foes, and above all with 
his treacherous colleagues, for having ruined and 
practically killed him. 

I went home and spent a few days thinking 
over my future plans, and then decided to return 
to Ireland. I took with me my mother, whom I 


found perfectly broken down with grief in New 
York. We set sail for Europe in December, 1891. 
The weather was so bad when we arrived off 
Queenstown that we were unable to land, having 
to go on to Liverpool, whence we got another 
steamer back to Dublin. I left my mother at 
Mr. McDermott's, my brother-in-law and our 
family solicitor, while I hastened to Avondale to 
arrange for the winding up of the estate. Every- 
where I found desolation and mourning for my 
late brother. It gave me a shock when I found 
in what a bad condition Charley's finances were, 
and how his sister Emily, who had been dependent 
on him, was almost starving. When I got there, 
Charley's workmen all gathered round me in a 
body, imploring me, with tears and outstretched 
hands, to do something for them. 

A Desperate Hope. 

The sight of these men without work or food 
made me take a sudden resolve, which may have 
seemed foolish at the time, but which experience 
justified. I had no money with me, my funds 
being all invested in my American fruit farms, but 
I determined to make Avondale pay, though 
Charley had never done so. 

The foreman of the sawmills was a man named 
Pat Bennet, extremely capable at his work, and a 
most genial and pleasant fellow to talk to. After 


talking to him for some time/and asking him what 
work it was possible for him to get on with, he 
suddenly said: "Well, Mr. John, if you will let 
me cut down an elm-tree, I'll go into town now 
and try to get some orders for sawn timber." I was 
rather sceptical about Pat's getting sufficient orders 
in Rathdrum to pay the men at the sawmill, let 
alone the other men on the place, but I said : " WeU, 
try and get some orders, and good luck to you." 

When Pat returned from Rathdrum he brought 
with him orders for pieces of elm timber for 
making coffins — a good omen, though it did not 
strike me at once as being so; and I felt certain 
that in my place Charley, with his superstitions, 
would have rejected the order. When the next 
Saturday came round, Pat came to me, and, to 
my astonishment, said: " Well, Mr. John, I have 
paid the sawmill men, and here is ten shillings 
left over for your honour." This, though amusing, 
was a good beginning, and afterwards the money 
began to flow in. 

Out of that small beginning grew quite a thriving 
business, in which I might still be engaged, both 
pleasurably and profitably, if Charley's debts had 
not forced me to sell Avondale. 

Still, I always felt a sadness at being alone down 
there, where Charley and I had spent so many 
happy hours together, and where I so often 
thought of him, even when the country was at 
its loveliest, with a pang of bitterness and regret. 




Charley's Bedside Visit. 

I AM going, at the risk of being laughed at, to 
recount an experience which befell me several 
years after my brother's death, when I am con- 
vinced I was visited by his spirit. 

Throughout his lifetime, when we happened to 
be together, Charley, if he wished to talk to 
me particularly, always walked into my bedroom 
about two o'clock in the morning and woke me up. 
Some of the more striking instances of these early 
visits, all of which occurred almost exactly at the 
same hour — 2 a.m. — are the following : 

In 1874, when he persuaded me to stand for 
County Wicklow in the place of himself, he came 
into my bedroom under circumstances I have 
already described, and woke me up exactly at 
that hour. 

When he began to take an interest in the Whin- 
stone quarry at Arklow, he woke me up, once again 
at 2 a.m., and tried to persuade me to drive out 
with him and inspect the site, as Lord Carysfort's 
men might prevent him doing so in the daytime. 



However, as I had got a bad cold, and had just 
returned from the warm cHmate of Georgia, I 
excused myself and stopped in bed. 

Another time he came to my bedroom, once 
more exactly at 2 a.m., and woke me up, saying: 
" John, I want to walk over the mountain to 
Aughavannagh to look at the turf on Blackrock." 
On this occasion I went with him, having a very 
enjoyable walk of about nine miles over the 

The same thing occurred frequently during his 
political career, whenever he experienced difficulty 
in arriving at an important political decision. 

In 1897 I was stopping at Avondale, having 
come from the House of Commons, of which I had 
been a member, of the Nationalist party under 
Mr. John Redmond. 

I was lying in bed in the same room to which 
Charley had come to see me on previous occasions. 
I was half asleep and half awake. I saw my brother 
Charley sitting at my bedside with the collar of his 
great-coat turned up round his neck, as he gener- 
ally wore it when he came to see me at that time. 
I noticed by my watch that it was then two 
o'clock. For some reason I did not feel strange 
to see him there and to hear his voice: he was 
talking about politics, a subject which he very 
rarely discussed. I remember asking him what 
were the prospects of Unit}^ He replied that 
the parties would unite under John Redmond. 


Then he got quite angry, and cried out that 
Harrington was standing in the way. 

The vision then vanished. 

I did not understand why he said that Har- 
rington was standing in the way, because I con- 
sidered that Mr. Harrington was for Unity, with 
myself. Doubtless there was some explanation 
of this, but I never learned it. Naturally, I did 
not sleep again that night, and for days after I lay 
wide awake, waiting for my brother to return. 
But the vision never came back. 

If, however, Charley's spirit has never since 
returned to me, as I am certain it did that night, 
his image is often visibly present in my dreams, 
and his memory is never absent. 


" In her deepest hour of sorrow, in her hour of darkest shame. 
Thy country still will treasure the glory of thy name. 
In her greatest hour of triumph, when her history shall bear 
To the future all her glory, thine shall be foremost there." 

Vision of King Brian. 


In case the reader should, as is often the way, lay this 
book aside, fearing that anything in the nature of an 
appendix must of necessity contain matter too hope- 
lessly dry for insertion in the body of the book, I hasten 
to assure him that such is not the case in the present 

That is to say that, far from considering the following 
pages as being so heavy that they would have been 
skipped if I had introduced them in order of date, they 
have been kept separate because I feared that they might 
prove too interesting in themselves, and so destroy the 
continuity of the story of my brother's life. 



Luck and Ill-Luck. 

I DID not notice any particular instances of superstition 
in Charley during his childhood and boyhood. But in 
later life a tendency to ascribe an omen for good or ill to 
the most trivial occurrence, and to see the finger of Fate 
in the most commonplace objects, became very noticeable. 
I think it was after the railway accident in America that 
Charley first began to develop this curious trait in his 

One of his most remarkable superstitions was his 
aversion to the colour green, although it was the national 
colour of Ireland. Accordingly, he never wore a coat or 
tie that had the slightest tinge of green in its material, 
and, as I mention elsewhere, steadily refused to wear 
the fine green travelling-rug which was presented to him.* 
He carried to strange limits this dislike to the colour green 
in an^^ shape or form. Once he wrote home to one of 
his sisters — I believe Mrs. Dickinson — who had told him 
that she had just had his room at Avondale repapered, 
saying: " I hope you have not had my room done in 
green, as, if so, I shall never use it." 

Another time a lady whom he knew well called to see 
him at the House of Commons. He came along the 
corridor to the Lobby, where she was waiting, and had 
already stretched out his hand in welcome, when he 

* See Appendix B. 


suddenly put it behind his back, and said, with a mixture 
of horror and disgust: " Excuse my asking, but what is 
the colour of the dress you are wearing ?" The lady, 
who did not know Charley's idiosyncrasy in that direc- 
tion, replied, quite innocently: " Why, Mr. Parnell, are 
you colour-blind ? Of course it's green." Charley re- 
plied: " In that case I am afraid that I must ask you to 
excuse my shaking hands with you." He made a few curt 
remarks with an obviously uneasy manner, and then, 
pleading an excuse, hurried away, leaving the lady very 
much puzzled, and somewhat offended at his strange 
manner, the reason for which was afterwards explained 
to her. 

The Unlucky Number. 

The number 13, of course, was always an unlucky one, 
in his opinion. He steadily refused, even at the risk of 
anno^dng or offending his host, to sit down thirteen at 
table. On one occasion he had put up at a country hotel 
during election time, and had gone up to his room to 
prepare himself for dinner. The friend who was travelling 
with him, and who occupied a room next to Charley's, was 
surprised a moment or so later to hear a knock on his 
door, and to fmd, when he opened it, Charley standing 
in the passage with his bag, looking very much upset. 
The friend asked what was the matter, and he replied by 
pointing to the number on his door, which was 13, and 
remarking: " What a room to give me ! I suppose the 
landlord is a Tory, and has done this on purpose." The 
friend insisted on exchanging rooms, although Charley 
declared that if No. 13 was slept in they would lose the 
election. The election, however, was won, but two little 
incidents which occurred confirmed Charley in his opinion 
as to the ill-luck attached to the number 13. His friend, 
on trying to open the window in the ill-fated room, let it 
fall heavily on his hand, and, being unable to extricate it. 


had to cry out for help. Charley rushed in and lifted 
the window, advising his friend very strongly to take 
warning by this preliminary mishap, and leave the room 
at once. The friend declined, and at lunch what served 
as another manifestation occurred. The friend, in trying 
to open a bottle of soda-water with his bad hand, let the 
cork jump out and hit him full in the eye. This Charley 
considered quite decided the fate of the elections, and he 
could hardly be persuaded to believe that the figures were 
correct when the result was announced. 

Funerals always caused him intense dread, and he 
never could be persuaded to attend one, even when the 
deceased happened to be one of his most intimate friends. 
He caused on one occasion a thrill through Ireland by a 
remark with regard to a funeral, the real meaning of which 
was, I think, generally misinterpreted. It was during 
the desperate fight for Kilkenny in 1890, when his own 
candidate was opposed by Mr. Pope Hennessy. Charley 
was in the midst of addressing a meeting, when a space 
was made in the ranks of the crowd to allow a funeral 
cortege to pass. Stopping short in his speech, Charley 
pointed his finger at the hearse, and made the extra- 
ordinary remark, which was taken in very bad part, even 
by his own supporters, in many parts of Ireland: " There 
goes the corpse of Pope Hennessy." I think what he 
really meant was that the fact of the funeral passing 
while he was delivering his speech was a bad omen for 
his opponents, towards whom, or towards the actual 
corpse itself, he intended no disrespect. 

A somewhat similar superstition was shown during his 
illness in 1882, when he and Mr. Healy were working at 
the draft constitution of the National League in October, 
1882. My brother was then in bad health, and was lying 
in bed while Mr. Healy was writing at a table by the 
light of four candles. Mr. Healy relates that after writing 
for several hours one of the candles went out, Almost 


immediately Charley leaned out of bed and blew out one 
of the remaining candles, crying as he did so: " Don't you 
know that there is nothing more unlucky than to have 
three candles burning ? You would have found that your 
constitution would not have proved very successful." 
The superstition as to the three candles is, however, a 
very general one in Europe, and in Ireland it is generally 
associated with the three candles which are burned at 

Ill-Omened October. 

With regard to October, he always regarded that as an 
unlucky month, and began to show signs of uneasiness 
when it approached, often remarking : " Something is sure 
to happen in October." 

His superstition, to a certain extent, was borne out by 
facts, many of the important crises of his life, both of a 
favourable and unfavourable nature, occurring in October. 
For instance, his election as President of the Land League 
took place in October, 1879. In October, 1880, the 
Government instituted the State prosecutions which 
were due to the agrarian outrages. In October, 1881, 
he was arrested, and the date was doubly ominous, for 
it was the 13th of October. In October, 1886, after the 
rejection of the Home Rule Bill, he became critically ill, 
and for a time lay at the point of death. It was at the 
same time that the Plan of Campaign was published 
without his consent, considerably obstructing his policy. 
Finally, it was in October, 1891, that he died at Brighton. 

Charley always had a great dread of the bad results 
that would follow the falling of an object (such as a 
picture or ornament) without any obvious cause. He 
was seriously upset on one occasion by a statue falling 
close beside him in a country chapel where he happened 
to be standing listening to the priest. Spiritualism and 
palmistry, however, he always regarded with great con- 


tempt, and laughed at Fanny and myself for going round 
to have our fortunes told. On the other hand, I do not 
share his superstition as to the figure 13. For one thing, 
my marriage, which has been a most happy one, took 
place on the 13th of the month, in spite of the advice 
of friends to choose a more propitious date, and I remem- 
ber winning an important chess tournament when seated 
at table No. 13. I distinctly remember, however, our 
mother keenly inspecting the street-cars in New York 
to make quite certain that she was not getting on a 
No. 13. 

Although these superstitions may seem trivial, and 
even ridiculous, they certainly had a great influence on 
Charley's actions, and sometimes even decided him at a 
critical turning-point in his affairs. 



The Emigrants. 

At the time of Charley's visit to America in 1880, he found 
a large number of newly-emigrated Irish who had been 
driven from their own country during the famine years. 
They were mostly to be found in the Northern States. 
The Land League did not arouse immediate enthusiasm 
in America, as the people over there said: " If the Irish 
complain, why don't they come over here where there is 
plenty of land for them ?" Another section of the native- 
born Americans believed that, no matter what was done 
for the relief of the famine sufferers, things would be as 
bad again in a few years' time. Charley's tour, however, 
did a great deal to rouse the Americans from their apathy. 
Branches of the Land League were opened all over the 
country. As I have already mentioned, Mr. Patrick 
Moran, the night editor of the Atlanta Constitution, asked 
me to assist him in the opening of a branch at Atlanta. 
I spoke at the inaugural meeting, which was very suc- 
cessful. A few days later the President of the Irish 
Society wrote to me asking me to come down to Savannah, 
Georgia, to organize the Land League there. Mr. Doyle, 
one of the most prominent Irishmen in the city, presided 
at the open-air meeting, and I was called upon to speak, 
but deferred doing so until the massed meeting held in 
the opera-house, which proved to be a large and enthu- 
siastic one. Next day I went to see the Irish Rifle Team 



doing some excellent practice on their grounds near 

Then I went to New York, and attended a great many 
meetings there, including several at which Mr. T. P. 
O'Connor and Mr. Healy were present. It was at one 
of these that my mother delivered her first public speech* 
which was very much to the point, and was very well 
received. Besides attending meetings and speaking at 
them, I was also present at several Irish language gather- 
ings. My mother and Miss Ford showed great energy in 
organizing branches of the Ladies' League, travelling 
incessantly up and down the country. 

By then Charley's name and fame had spread through- 
out the States, and at the hotels and on the railroads my 
mother and myself were constantly asked whether we 
were related to the great Irish agitator. 

A Negro Parnell. 

Some time later I was asked by the postmaster at 
West Point, where I lived, if I would come with him to a 
negro meeting. Although it was not the custom for whites 
to attend the meetings of coloured persons, we went round, 
and became very interested in the speeches. I remember 
one negro concluding his speech by saying, " I wish we 
poor black folk had a black Parnell," a remark which they 
all cheered. This was some considerable time after my 
brother's visit in 1880, but it showed, as I found every- 
where, how his memory was an endvuing one among all 
those interested in the cause of freedom. One night, when 
I was lodging in Atlanta, I was coming away at a rather 
late hour from the chess club, and had to walk through 
one of the dangerous parts of the city where there had 
recently been several murders and robberies. I was just 
passing out of the shadows of a railway bridge, when I 
heard rapid footsteps behind me. Thinking it was a 


robber, I turned round sharply, but found it was a negro 
who knew me, and wished to speak to me. He cried out 
directly he got within speaking distance: " Boss, how is 
that terrible brother of yours ? He is a great man. I 
saw him at your place when I was a little coon. I wish 
we had one like him here in the States." 

Even when I was crossing to Ireland as late as 1889, 
I found the conversation at meals almost always drifting 
round to my brother. On one occasion, when several 
people opposite me were discussing Charley's career, a 
gentleman who knew me by sight leant over and whis- 
pered to them, and I just overheard the remark: " Be 
careful what you are saying ; that man sitting there is the 
great man's brother." 

Charley, in fact, during the height of his career became 
a sort of national hero in America, and his influence on 
the Irish population over there was felt throughout his 
life. His character especially appealed to the American 
idea, and the fact that he was essentially a fighter, and 
above all a successful one, also gained him their admiration. 

I was spending a good deal of time during these days in 
America, where I was attending to my own fruit-farming 
business in Atlanta, Georgia, though, of course, I was in 
constant communication with my brother, and followed 
his career in the newspapers. My experiences were many 
and varied, and the following is a typical instance, and 
will give some idea of the conditions of life in the wildest 
parts of America at that time, and how even among the 
most desperate and lawless characters the name of my 
brother served me as a passport. 

A Trip to the Mountains. 

A number of my friends persuaded me to go with them 
for a trip to the mountains of North Georgia, which were 
then a very inaccessible portion of the State, inhabited 


by a lawless body of men who lived principally by trading 
in corn and honey, and — what was far more profitable — 
illicit whisky. However, no revenue officer dared to ven- 
ture into these mountain fastnesses and seize the stills 
without running a very great danger of being shot. 

With the exception of the captain of the expedition and 
myself, our party consisted of hardy young men, only 
too glad for an adventure with the spice of danger. We 
brought with us, not only our guns, but plenty of fishing 
rods and tackle, as the place for which we were bound 
was the only part of Georgia where the real speckled trout 
could be obtained. I do not consider, however, that they 
were at all like our own trout, which I used so often to 
catch round Avondale and Aughavannagh. They had 
yellow flesh, and would not take the fly as bait, but only 
a form of chrysalis that is found under the rocks. 

We went by train from Atlanta to a place called 
Marietta, from which we took an ox-waggon to carry our 
things to the mountains, following ourselves in a wagon- 
ette. We had to go for about thirty miles through a wild, 
uninhabited country, and had to cross several rivers at 
considerable risk. Before we left civilization completely, 
on account of the rough " Moonshiners " living in the 
mountains, who were very chary of allowing strangers to 
enter their country, we had to get a letter from a local 
storekeeper to one of the more friendly .mountaineers. 
The storekeeper, who knew I was a brother of the " Irish 
King," which was the name by which they knew Charley 
in those wild parts, readily consented ; and as he did a big 
trade with the mountaineers from his village, which was 
the nearest point on the railway to them, his influence 
stood us in very good stead. 

WTien we arrived, we found that the man to whom we 
had been recommended lived close to the place where we 
intended camping out, and it was arranged that he should 
come with us to the camping-ground to introduce us to 


the " Moonshiners." At the time when we got to his 
house it was dark, and the family had all gone to bed, and 
we had to shout ourselves hoarse before we could get 
anyone to hear. Then the head of the family came out 
to the gate, dressed simply in his shirt, which, however, 
was quite sufficient garb for that hot weather and those 
uncritical regions. We presented our letter and asked 
him if we could put up for the night, as it was so late- 
He said that we could, and provided us with a really nice 
hot supper, which we were very glad of, as we were 
terribly hungry, and gave us some of the finest honey that 
I have ever tasted. I don't know, however, whether the 
young ladies of the family, who had to get up out of their 
beds to prepare our supper, quite welcomed our arrival. 

Primitive Sleeping Conditions. 

After supper we were allotted our beds. The head of 
the family said that he had only one room, so that the 
captain and I, being, as he said, the steady ones of the 
party, would have to sleep in the same room as himself 
and the rest of the family, while the young fellows would 
have to sleep together in the garret. The captain and I 
were given one bed, while the father and mother slept in 
another, and, to our astonishment, the two young ladies 
slipped into their own bed, where they looked very inno- 
cent and comfortable. We were very tired, and dropped 
straight off to sleep, and the next morning when we woke 
the two young ladies had already been up for some time 
preparing breakfast. After a good wash in sparkling 
mountain water, we sat down to a delicious breakfast of 
hominy, rice, fried chicken, hot biscuits, and honey. 
No one need be afraid of starving in those mountains, as 
there are plenty of both chickens and bees, the latter 
making honey all the year round. 

After breakfast we said good-bye to the ladies of the 


family, and set off on foot with our ox-team to the 
camping-ground with our host, who was to introduce us 
to the mountaineers. After about two hours' walk we 
arrived at the camping-ground, which was in a beautiful 
valley close beside a stream which was full of speckled 

" The Moonshiners." 

Once we got there, we were surrounded by a very rough 
crowd, all armed with guns and revolvers, whose first 
business was to find out whether we were revenue officers. 
Our guide soon satisfied them that we were only travelling 
for pleasure, and told them that I was a brother of the 
" Irish King " of whom they had heard so much. This 
resulted in my being subjected to a good deal of close 
scrutiny, though of a very friendly, and even deferential, 

We fixed up our tent, and slung up hammocks between 
different trees, though I preferred to sleep on a good 
Irish rug which had been presented to Charley, but which 
he would never use because its colour happened to be 
green. The mountaineers gathered round us all night, 
and seemed very sociable, jolly fellows, in spite of their 
rough appearance. After buying some mountain whisky 
from them and wishing them all good-night, we went to 
sleep, though not very easily. We had -asked some of 
the mountaineers to come round in the morning and show 
us good places in which to shoot and fish, which they 
readily promised to do. The breakfast next morning 
for the lot of us had to be cooked by the single negro we 
had brought with us. In order to make a good blaze, he 
lighted some twigs under a big log, and was surprised a 
little later to see a large snake glide out from underneath 
the log. However, he promptly knocked it on the head 
and killed it. 

Getting a mountaineer as a guide, I took my rod and 



went fishing while the others went in search of game. 
We all had good sport, and soon made some very good 
friends among the illicit distillers. One day an old man 
who had been right through the war in the South came 
up to me, and said that he would take me up the moun- 
tains and show me how to catch the trout, as he knew their 
best places, and wished to hear from my lips all I could 
tell him about the " Irish King." While I was fishing, I 
gave him a full account of Charley's fight for the poor 
starving peasants of Ireland against the landlords and the 
English Government, and explained how Charley wished 
to enable the people to get the land for themselves and 
obtain Home Rule. He asked me several questions, and, 
in order to explain Charley's policy, I said: " What he 
has been trying to do is to provide land for all, just like 
you and your people have in these mountains." He 
seemed greatly impressed, but could not understand how 
there could be a country where there was not land for all 
who wished to make a living out of it. 

Lost in the Wilderness. 

I set to work fishing in the river, and caught some fine 
trout ; but when I had finished, and turned round to look 
for my guide, I found that he had disappeared. I waded 
across the river, and then started to make my way back 
to the tent, as it was beginning to grow dark. I did not 
know my way well, but thought I was in the right direction. 
After walking for some considerable way, I got tangled 
up in the huge laurel swamps which were the favourite 
feeding-ground of the bees. The swamp where I found 
myself was not a very pleasant place to be in alone, as 
there were no end of large snakes coiled up on the 
branches of the laurel-tree, threatening to drop down on 
my head as I passed, crawling under the bushes; and as 
I also smelt the odour of bears, I thought it best to beat 


a hasty retreat. I crossed the river, and eventually found 
my way back to the tent, where I found the old man whom 
I had missed anxiously waiting for my return. 

That night the " Moonshiners " had quite a party, 
gathering around our camp-fire, singing, dancing, and 
telling stories of their adventures with the revenue 

Next day we went up the mountain river with about a 
dozen " Moonshiners " to catch the trout by means of 
nets. The method we adopted was to walk along the 
river-bank, stirring the mud with our feet, so that the 
trout, who could not see where they were going, ran 
right into the nets. 

Our captain had brought up some whisky for the 
" Moonshiners," with rather disastrous results for them; 
for, hearing a little later some desperate yells, I found 
them all floundering about up to their necks in a deep 
pool. One man ran out of the pool with a whisky bottle 
in his hand, which he tried to persuade me to take. I 
attempted to get rid of him, but, as he insisted on clinging 
to me, I said I was going to cross the river. He told me 
that the best way to get across was by means of a tree 
that was hanging over the river. It looked a very risky 
job even for a perfectly sober man, and he was hardly 
able to keep on his feet. However, he pressed me so much 
that I agreed to go across. Once he got to the tree he 
seemed to recover his balance perfectly, and led me over 
to the other side in grand style ; but once he got on land 
again he collapsed hopelessly, whisky bottle and all. I 
stopped with him for an hour, but as he was still in a 
hopeless condition, and the rain was beginning to come 
on, I left him to sleep off his orgy. That night we did 
not have a chance of sleeping a wink, as the " Moon- 
shiners " gathered round our camp-fire, and kept dancing 
and singing all night long. The next morning we packed 
up our things and bade farewell to the " Moonshiners," 


who were very sorry to part from us. On our way back 
we called at the storekeeper's house, and were once more 
warmly welcomed. I gave him my fishing-rod as a 
parting gift, and he was delighted, saying that he would 
cherish it greatly, in memory of the '•' Irish King's " 
brother, and would hand it down to his heirs to be kept 
by them in the family. 

We got safely back to Atlanta after our interesting 
little trip to the mountains, and I returned to my fruit- 


A Trip Home. 

Towards the end of autumn, 1885, I was in New York 
with our mother, and she suggested that we should take 
a trip to Ireland and see Charley. When I arrived in 
Dublin, the city looked very desolate, and the lack of 
sunshine made me long to be back in my Southern climate 
again. We found on our arrival that all our family had 
left the city, except our solicitor, Mr. McDermott, from 
whom I discovered that Charley was at Morrisson's 
hotel, and Emily down at Avondale. 

When I went round to Morrisson's, about noon the 
next day, Charley was still in bed, and I had to send the 
porter up to him to wake him. When he came down half 
an hour later, he seemed delighted to see me, and said that 
I had hardly changed since our last meeting. On my 
part, however, I found that he had grown very stout. 
We chatted about family matters for some time, and then 
went in to breakfast, where we were joined by Mr. T. P. 
O'Connor. We all had chops, tea, and toast, according 
to our usual Avondale menu. Charley asked me if I 
would go in to Parliament, but I said I would not, because 
I was not a good speaker. He said: " We have plenty 
of speakers, and we don't want them." I said, however, 
that I was too busy with my fruit in America. We then 
went into the smoking-room, where we met Mr. J. O' Kelly, 
with whom Charley began talking about the stone-works 



at Avondale. I went away then, after arranging to meet 
Charley by the six o'clock train at Harcourt Street that 

On our way down to Avondale he pointed out to me 
the Wicklow Chemical Manure Works, because they got 
their phosphates from Georgia and South Carolina. When 
we arrived at Rathdrum, Charley's coachman, Jack 
Gaffney, and his horse, Home Rule, were waiting for him. 
Emily met us at the door of Avondale, and welcomed me 
very warmly. I was glad after dinner to find myself 
comfortably installed once more in the cosy library of 
Avondale in front of a blazing wood fire. Charley got 
out his engineering books and his compass and rule, and 
began measuring some of the plans of his buildings. I 
found that since my visit to Alabama in 1871 he had 
already completed the sawmills which he was then 
projecting, and was now engaged on his new cattle-shed. 

Immediately after breakfast next morning he said to 
me: " John, come and take a walk with me; I am going 
down to the new sawmill under Kingston, which you have 
never seen." First of all we went doM-n towards the 
river, where he had some young cattle grazing. He met 
Henry Gaffney, his herd, and had a long consultation 
with him about his cattle. After that we walked down 
along the road past the new tea-house which he had built 
as a residence for Mr. Michael Merna, his mill -manager. 
When we got near the sawmill we inspected the mine- 
shaft, where four or five men were trying to find the vein 
of sulphur and copper which was lost by the Conoree 
Copper Company some years before ; but, on account of 
finding part of the copper vein when the railway company 
were making the bridge over the Avon River, Charley 
decided to sink a shaft opposite it, though up to that 
time neither the Conoree Copper Company on their side 
of the river, nor Charley on his side, had found it. It was 
supposed that the vein had run with the river, and had 


been washed away, as there was a fault in the railway 
cutting close to the spot. 

Charley and I often inspected that fault to see which 
way it ran, but never could come to any definite decision 
as to its direction. 

The Sawmill. 

We then went on to the new sawmill, a very line wood 
and iron structure, the roof of which was modelled on the 
Warrior River bridge which we had inspected in 1871. 
Charley evidently took a great deal of interest in this 
mill, as he worked in it himself along with the men, 
and, I was told, planed harder than anyone there. He 
constructed the waterway and race-lock and dam in the 
river, by which the mill was run with the turbine wheel 
which he had bought in America. After spending a 
couple of hours with great interest at the sawmill, we 
went back to Avondale, where we had lunch together. 
We went to see the cattle-shed which he was building, 
and which was finished so far as the walls were concerned. 
We then went on to his original small sawmill, where he 
was making beech paving sets for the Corporation of 

He had a lot of workmen engaged on various tasks in 
different portions of the estate. Fully twenty-five were 
occupied in the sawmills and timber business, and there 
were a lot of farm hands, stable men and boys, not count- 
ing the household. After dinner Charley again busied 
himself with the plans of his new cattle-shed, and at about 
ten o'clock Emily, her niece Delia, and myself, went to 
bed, leaving Charley to sit up until goodness knows what 
hour. Charley went off to Dublin for a couple of days, 
leaving me to fish for trout, which I did with considerable 
success. The day after Charley returned from Dublin, 
he said to me: " John, come along with me to see some of 
the quarries which I am working to try and get sets 


made for street paving in Dublin." The first quarry we 
went to was on the other side of the Avonbeg River, and 
Mr. Feeney, the owner of the mill near-by, brought out 
some planks, which he placed upon the rocks to enable 
us to get across the river. There were at least twenty 
men working at the quarry, hauling out stones with a 
great windlass. He said he was going to have the stones 
carted all away from the quarry to Rathdrum, the nearest 
railway-station. However, I heard, on my return from 
America next year, that the stone had not proved suit- 
able for set-making, being too brittle. While standing at 
the quarry, Charley noticed that the men were cutting 
too much stone under the bank where the windlass was 
standing. He had hardly called them to get out of 
danger when down came the windlass, and would have 
killed a couple of men if he had not uttered his warning in 
time. On the way home to Avondale we went through 
the wood at the Meeting of the Waters. We stopped at 
another quarry in Mount Avon Wood, but this was not 
working at the time. 

Charley during these years was looking for a suitable 
stone-quarry to make sets for the Dublin Corporation, as 
he had a contract with them at the time, thus disturbing 
the set-making monopoly which Wales had hitherto held 
of the Irish trade. He knew that if he could find a 
suitable stone, such as whinstone, a volcanic or basaltic 
stone, he could start a large business in making sets, and 
thus create a new Irish industry at the expense of England. 
He often told me that Ireland had hundreds of industries 
lying idle for the want of working, and he was particularly 
anxious to have them opened up. He also believed that 
Ireland was full of mineral wealth hidden beneath her soil. 


Home Rule. 

One day, while we were standing round the library 
fire, I asked him whether we should have Home Rule 
soon. He immediately said, with emphasis: " We will 
have Home Rule next year, and will have Dublin Castle 
for our Parliament House." I told him that, in my 
opinion, we were not near Home Rule yet, as the people 
were not educated up to it ; but Dublin Castle would be 
better than the old Bank, as there would be more room. 

He said: " You will see that we will be there next 
year." I may mention that he always had a great am- 
bition to have the new Irish Parliament, which he firmly 
believed he would live to see, installed in Dublin Castle. 

Soon after this Charley left Avondale for Brighton, as 
he said he could not stand the east wind. I remained 
there, however, for some time, shooting and fishing, and 
finally went back to America in October. 

My Visit in 1886. 

I returned to Avondale in the following year (1886), and 
on arrival went shooting with Charley, Mr. Campbell, 
his Secretary, and Mr. Corbett, his great sporting chum. 
I found Charley looking better than I had expected, as 
he had been ill in the meantime, though he was still very 

When Charley returned to Avondale, there was a very 
touching greeting between his mother and himself, after 
so many years of separation. To his amused amazement, 
she kept on patting him on the head like a small boy (our 
mother was a very tall woman), while she informed him 
that she intended finishing the work on the terrace at 
Avondale which she had left off in our father's time. 

" That would be a very good thing to do," he said. 
" I have no time, but you can gladly have all the help 


you want from the men on the place, and get them to do 
all you tell them." 

Accordingly, she set to work with great glee, ordering 
the men to carry out her instructions, and before I left 
she had constructed several nice terraces round the house, 
and had removed a lot of bushes which were hiding the 
view from the lower windows. 

One morning Charley woke me up early and asked me 
to come with him to Aughavannagh to look at some turf 
on his estate there. After having breakfast at the game- 
keeper's house, we walked all over Blackrock Hill, care- 
fully examining the different qualities of turf. The turf 
on Blackrock was considered to be the best in the whole 
country, and Charley wished to get a market for it. 

A few days later we paid another visit to the sawmill, 
where the men were hard at work cutting beech sets for 
the Dublin Corporation. The demand, however, was 
more for stone than wooden sets, and, unfortunately, the 
stone which he was getting out of his quarries was not 
suitable, although those whom he consulted advised him 
to continue quarrying it, with the result that he lost many 
thousand pounds. We also had a look at a flag quarry, 
which, however, was not paying, and was dropped. 

One day, after Charley had despaired of getting any 
stone from Avondale which was really suitable for set- 
making, an engineer, Mr. Patrick McDonald, came to see 
him, and told him he knew where there was a splendid 
whinstone quarry, or, rather, a hill of whinstone, which 
would do splendidly for set-making. Charley, when he 
heard where it was, said: " Oh, it is on Lord Carysfort's 
land, and he won't let me have it, because he disapproves 
of my politics." Mr. McDonald thought that Lord 
Carysfort would not mind the hill being worked, so long 
as he got the royalties from the stone that was quarried. 
However, Charley thought it was not worth while asking 
him. Still, he paid a secret visit to the hill in company 


with Mr. McDonald, and brought back samples of the 
stone, which seemed to be admirably adapted to the 
purpose for which he required it. Finally, through 
the agency of Mr. McDonald, a twelve years' lease was 
granted by Lord Carysfort. When, however, Lord 
Carysfort found out to whom he had actually leased the 
quarry, he said: " Oh, Parnell could have easily come to 
me, instead of going behind my back. I would willingly 
have given it to him if only to provide work for the people." 

As soon as Charley had had McDonald's lease trans- 
ferred to himself, he set to work excavating the stone. 
Finding that the local men were not sufficiently expe- 
rienced, he imported several stone-cutters from Wales, 
who had been brought up to the work from their boy- 
hood. These were housed on the mountain-side in a 
number of little huts. 

In November my fruit business necessitated my return- 
ing to America, and I said good-bye to my mother, 
Emily, Delia, and Charley, and returned to New York. 

Back again. 

I returned to Ireland again in 1887, filled with a longing 
for the fresh mountain air of Aughavannagh. I found 
Charley very busy working his new quarry at Arklow. 
He experienced considerable difficulty, however, as set- 
making by itself did not pay. The trouble was that an 
immense amount of refuse accumulated, which was very 
much in the way and very costly to remove, and he and 
his friends devoted a great deal of time to considering 
what could be done with it. He finally sent an expert 
to \A^ales to find out there what was done with the refuse 
stone. He adopted the Welsh system of crushing the 
waste stone into macadam by machinery, sorting it into 
different grades by means of large iron sieves, even the 
dust being utilized for making cement. The installation 


of the machinery cost Charley several thousand pounds, 
and necessitated the employment of many additional 
workmen, but began to pay almost immediately it was 

One great improvement that he had effected since 
my last visit was the building of an inclined railway 
line from the mountains to the coast, enabling him to 
transport his stone by sea, instead of by land, at a con- 
siderable reduction of expense. Directly the Welsh 
quarries discovered that Charley had started to under- 
mine their monopoly, they started to cut their prices, 
but the Dublin Corporation, acting in a very fine patriotic 
spirit, offered Charley more for his sets than the Welsh 
quarry owners were asking them, in order to provide 
work for Irish labourers. 

A Great Scheme. 

Charley took me to examine the old lead-mines which 
were worked a generation ago. He was trying to find 
out if any of the veins in these disused mines ran across 
to the mountains on his own estate. Naturally, he heard 
many curious stories when he came to make inquiries. 
One of his tenants told him that his father, whilst driving 
his cattle across the mountain, found that one of them, 
while cropping the short grass, had scraped bare a vein 
of lead. The man, however, had forgotten the exact 
place where this was believed to have occurred, and 
Charley and I spent much time in fruitless searches for it. 

Charley during this time described to me in detail his 
great scheme for the development of the minerals and 
coalfields of Wicklow and Kilkenny. He said: " When 
I am able, I will get the Dublin, Wicklow, and Wexford 
Railway, in conjunction with the Great Southern Rail- 
way, to build a line from the Meeting of the Waters, right 
through Glenmalure, to the Kilkenny coalfields, tapping 


the lead and iron mines on their way." His great idea 
was to connect the iron at Avoca and Rathdriim with the 
coal in Kilkenny. His scheme no doubt originated from 
the observations which he made of the coal and iron fields 
in Alabama dming our visit there in 1871. 

We also went to look at a shaft which he had sunk in a 
field belonging to his tenant, Mr. Nicholas Devereux. 
He was looking here for gold, as there was a quaitz vein 
which, on analysis in his laboratory at Brighton, he had 
found to contain gold to some extent. In the same field 
he had found a bed of yellow ochre, which we examined, 
but he said it would not pay unless he could find the 
copper which almost always run in company with it. He 
was then and afterwards engaged at intervals in searching 
for this copper vein, which he had reason to believe was 
in existence close by. 

These brief references I have made to Charley's indus- 
trial activities will show that, quite apart from politics, 
he took a very keen interest in mineralogy, as also in the 
different works carried on on his estate. How engrossing 
this hobby of his was, few of those who only knew him as 
a politician ever guessed. He took a great pride in his 
industries, which formed really quite a separate part of 
his life ; but his shyness prevented his talking about them 
to any but very intimate friends, especially as, on the 
whole, they did not prove a financial success. StiU, 
their influence upon his character must be taken into 
consideration when forming a general estimate of the 
man as he really was beneath his mask of ice. 



Financial Difficulties. 

I HAVE been often asked what Charley did with the sum of 
nearly £40,000 subscribed for him by the Irish nation. 
People have also wished to know how it was that, having 
been left by his father the fine estate of Avondale, free and 
unencumbered, he came to be in such straits that he had 
to mortgage it, and how it was that on his death, in spite 
of the £40,000 tribute, he was so heavily in debt. They 
are not easy questions to answer, but I shall endeavour to 
do my best. 

Charley's financial embarrassment had reached a head 
in 188 1, after returning from America. He was very 
anxious then to find money to send to his mother in New 
York, as, owing to the loss of the property her brother 
had left her, in the Black Friday panic, she was practically 
destitute. He wrote to me saying that, if I would mort- 
gage my National Bank shares, he would back bills for 
£3,000, which I agreed to do. This shows that he had 
actually no money left, not even to help his own family. 

Once he became leader, his expenses, of course, in- 
creased enormously. A great number of the members 
of the Irish party had no money of their own, and he had 
not only to finance them in their election campaigns, but 
in many cases actually to keep them. So, by December 11, 
1883, he was in desperate need of money. Still, he formed 
the resolution not to allow a penny of the £40,000 to go out 



of the country. I remember him telling me this, and also 
giving me some idea to what purposes he intended to 
devote the tribute money. There was a mortgage on 
Avondale of £5,000, which he paid off, though he after- 
wards remortgaged the property for £6,000. A mortgage 
of £10,000 in favour of our aunt, Mrs. Wigram, he left out- 
standing, and I had finally to pay it off. On his quarries 
he also sank a great deal, and an attempt to develop the 
gold resources of the Wicklow Hills, which, although a 
certain amount of gold was found, never paid, cost him 
fully £500. At the start the Arklow quarry cost him 
£10,000, and before it began to pay he had to spend 
another £5,000 on machinery. In addition he bought 
up the head-rent of the Kingston demesne, near Avon- 
dale, for £3,000, and spent fully £1,500 in doing up Mount 
Avon House. He also paid off a number of debts which 
he had contracted in Wicklow and elsewhere. It must 
be remembered, of course, that the wages he was paying 
to his men at Avondale, who were engaged in various 
occupations, amounted to quite £50 a week. Then, 
during the famine years very few of the tenants on the 
Avondale estate paid their rents, and even after the 
famine was over they kept up this custom largely, finding 
that he was an easy-going landlord and could not bear 
the idea of eviction. 

You do not wonder, under these circumstances, at his 
occasionally showing the attitude described in the follow- 
ing anecdote, which I believe to be perfectly true. He 
had addressed a crowded meeting one day in his own 
county of Wicklow, and was driving away to another 
meeting some distance off, when a friend who was with 
him in the car noticed one of the men, who had been 
cheering Charley's speech most enthusiastically at the 
meeting, following the car with doglike devotion mile 
after mile. The man kept on following, cheering and 
waving his hat as he went, but Charley sat upright and 


expressionless in the car. His friend, taking pity on so 
much unrequited loyalty, said to Charley: " You might 
just say a word of encouragement to that poor fellow; 
he has followed you for seven miles, and hasn't got so 
much as a smile from you." " Let him run a little longer," 
said Charley, " seeing that I have let his rent run for 
seven years." 

In addition to his quarries, the erection of his new 
sawmills and cattle-sheds cost him at least £3,000, and 
the iron-mine near Rathdrum cost him several hundred 
pounds. His travelling expenses were very heavy, and 
he had, of course, to live a good deal in London, which cost 
him a considerable amount. 

Before his death he mortgaged Avondale to the 
National Bank for a further sum of £6,000. 

His debts, which I had to pay after his death, com- 
pelling me to sell Avondale, amounted to over £50,000, 
a figure which I have just verified. 

The sum total which he spent between 1881 and 1891 
amounted to about £90,000. 

I was unable to help my brother at all, as the fortune 
left to me by Sir Ralph Howard came to an end very 
shortly, owing to the company going bankrupt. Moreover, 
Charley's bills, which he had persuaded me to draw in 
order to provide money for our mother, fell due, and I 
had to sell what little capital I had, while my promising 
fruit business was crippled for want of money. 

The foregoing will give some idea of the many expenses 
which Charley had to meet, and will show that even such 
a sum as £40,000 could be easily swallowed up by his 
liabilities and current expenses. 

I remember him in 1887 complaining of the financial 
difficulties in which he again found himself involved, and 
saying to me: " Well, John, politics is the only thing I 
ever got any money from, and I am looking for another 
subscription now." I think he was quite serious when 


he said it, but, of course, a fresh tribute was not forth- 

To illustrate how largely his private money went in 
financing his party, I distinctly recall a remark he made 
to me once when driving from Rathdrum to Avondale. 
We passed on the road a couple of M.P's., both prominent 
members of his party, making their way on foot to Avon- 
dale. To my surprise, Charley drove right past them, 
with a curt nod but no slackening of speed. I asked him 
why he had not stopped and offered them a lift, as there 
was plenty of room in the car. He replied grimly: " Let 
them walk, it'll do them good; they are only coming up 
to put their hands in my pockets and get some more 
money." This showed that, lavish as he was towards 
his party, he was only too aware that advantage was very 
often taken of his generosity. 




Just when this book was going to press, I received a 
letter from Mr. Joseph McCarroU of Wicklow, one of 
Charley's oldest friends and supporters. It contains 
many vivid touches, such as only an eyewitness of the 
critical portions of my brother's life could have given, 
and I make no apology for giving it in full : 

Dear Mr. Parnell, 

I rejoice to learn you are writing the life of 
your illustrious brother, the late Charles Stewart 
Parnell. No other writer but yourself could deal so 
fully and faithfully with his early days, his boyhood 
and glorious manhood. You understood his every 
fibre, and his ardent love for Avondale, the historic 
home of the Parnells. You knew that under his cold 
self-restraint there beat a heart passionately throb- 
bing with love for home and country. That love 
doubtless was inflamed by the flag of the Irish 
Volunteer waving in the halls of Avondale. It must 
have brought to his mind glories of '82, when " Dun- 
gannon spoke, and the thunders of her cannon woke 
the echoes of Liberty." Who can say how much 
this old flag influenced a silent resolve in Parnell 
that he himself might one day do similar work for 
Ireland ? The example of his father, too, in espousing 
the popular side in local contests, must have had 
much to do in strengthening his innate love for free- 
dom and justice. The late Father Maloney, P.P., 


of Barndarrig, then the Catholic curate in Rathdrum , 
used to revel in describing the scenes and successes 
won by Mr. H. Parnell for local rights and popular 

It is remarkable how unerring is the national 
instinct in the choice of a leader. After the founding 
of Butt's Home Rule, its founders turned to Avondale, 
and a deputation, headed by Mr. A. J. Kettle, was 
sent to enlist Charles Stewart Parnell in the new 
movement. Mr. Parnell received the deputation 
graciously, and after a long interchange of views he 
assented to join the Home Rule organization. His 
first appearance as a public speaker in the Rotunda 
was hailed with great delight, the audience cheering 
wildly as he walked up the floor to the platform. 
He was introduced to the audience by the late A. M. 
Sullivan. His speech was slow but thoughtful. After 
the meeting Mr. Sullivan declared that the silent and 
reserved young man would prove worthy of " Parnell 
the Incorruptible," whom neither the peerages of 
Castlereagh nor the gold of Pitt could seduce into 
voting for the Union. So great was the confidence 
inspired by Parnell that he was solicited to contest 
for County Dublin, and to this he consented, which 
cost him £15,000. Of course he was defeated, the 
country only just awakening to the new spirit. 
Many a time I have listened with rapture to Mr. 
Kettle's account of the selection and the uphill 
fight that the Home Rulers made. The sacrifices 
Mr. Parnell made in contesting County Dublin were 
not forgotten, and it is to the credit of County Wicklow 
that the first resolution for a Parnell testimonial was 
carried with acclamation by a large meeting in 
Greenare. I drafted the resolution, and wrote to 
the Chief asking his permission formally to inaugurate 
the testimonial. He replied thanking me, but de- 
clined permission, sajdng he could get on very well. 
Subsequently the Avoca Land League (T. A. iByrne, 
President) had the honour of opening the Parnell 


testimonial, the late W. J. Corbett being one of the 
tirst subscribers. 

In Parnell's struggle to wipe out Whiggery and give 
representation to the nation, of course he met with 
the fiercest opposition from the old ascendancy, the 
Whigs and mongrels. The Enniscorthy fight was 
one of the earliest and the worst. Parnell received 
some rough handling. In the end he triumphed. 
Indignant at the treatment he received in Ennis- 
corthy, Wicklow called a great meeting to sustain 
Parnell, and to show him he had the nation at his 
back. The Market Square was packed and the 
enthusiasm unbounded. The scene was an inde- 
scribable one, and the Chief never forgot it. The 
addresses breathed the spirit of the hills, and he was 
accompanied to the railway-station by a large crowd 
and a torchlight procession. Standing up at his 
departure, all his old faith full in him, he declared 
that nothing would turn him from his course till 
Ireland was free; for he recognized that Wicklow, 
despite the oppression of centuries, was as true to 
Ireland as when she routed Lord de Grey in Glen- 

I was present with Parnell at the great meeting at 
Wexford. It looked like a rising of the nation. 
His speech replying to Gladstone's famous utterance 
at Leeds, touching the " resources of civilization," 
was scathing. It cost him his liberty, and as a 
" suspect " he soon found himself in Kilmainham. 
It was thought that his imprisonment would drive 
the Land League into open rebellion; but, though 
Parnell was in prison, his spirit and counsel were 
free outside, and even more potent. I had the honour 
of visiting him in Kilmainham. He looked pale, 
but never complained, though his soul chafed under 
the confinement. With two spies standing by, no 
political question could be touched. He made many 
inquiries about the Wicklow harbour, in which he 
took a warm interest; and no wonder, as it was his 


influence in the county and in London that enabled 
the Wicklow Town and Harbour Commissioners to 
obtain the loan from the Treasury that built the fine 
Wicklow breakwater and steamboat pier. It was 
singular that, with his life swallowed up in political 
convulsions, he yet always manifested a keen interest 
in industrial questions. The large sums he spent in 
exploring for lead in Avondale and the Bally Capple 
copper and iron ore mines illustrate this. Had he 
been spared, these latter mines of Bally Capple 
would now be giving employment and diffusing 
wealth over a large area. There is no question what- 
ever of the ore being there, and in abundance. With 
motor lorries the difficulties of transit to the port of 
Wicklow would vanish. The Parnell quarries re- 
main, a standing proof of his fostering of industrial 
development. There was a huge rock that Lord 
Carysfort, though a man of unhmited capital, never 
thought of developing. It remained to Parnell to 
make it the centre of industries giving much em- 
ployment to Arklow and the neighbourhood. 
Nothing so much delighted him as to see his country- 
men actively employed in remunerative work in 
their own land, happy and contented. 

I have made this letter far too long, but the 
subject — the memory of the greatest Irishman of our 
own or of any age — must plead my excuse. 

Wishing your book great success, dear Mr. Parnell, 
Very faithfully yours, 

Joseph McCarroll. 



Although as a rule I have abstained from making 
quotations of any length in this book, and have specially 
avoided the inclusion of lengthy documents in extenso, 
yet I feel I must make an exception in the case of this 
manifesto, seeing that it is one of the very few cases in 
which Charley has committed to writing his innermost 
thoughts, and that those deal with the Home Rule 
question in detail. Although long, I do not think it will 
be found in the slightest degree wearisome, and being, as 
it is, the supreme declaration of my brother's policy, I do 
not like to run the risk of spoiling it by resorting to con- 
densation, which would mean the exercising of my own 
judgment as to the parts which I considered to be im- 
portant or the reverse. It would therefore, in my opinion, 
be fairer to give this very interesting document in full, 
and allow my readers to exercise their own judgment 
with regard to it. The following is its form as it appeared 
in the Times of November 29, 1890 : 

Mr. ParneU issued at a late hour last night the 
following manifesto to the Irish people : 

To THE People of Ireland. 

The integrity and independence of a section of 

the Irish Parliamentary party having been sapped 

and destroyed by the wirepullers of the Enghsh 

Liberal party, it has become necessary for me as 



the leader of the Irish nation to take counsel with 
you, and, having given you the knowledge which 
was in my possession, to ask your judgment upon 
the matter which now solely devolves upon you to 

The letter from Mr. Gladstone to Mr. Morley, 
written for the purpose of influencing the decision of 
the Irish party in the choice of their leader, and 
claiming for the Liberal party and their leaders the 
right of veto upon that choice, is the immediate cause 
of this address to you, to remind you and your 
Parliamentary representatives that Ireland considers 
the independence of her party as her only safeguard 
within the Constitution, and above and beyond all 
other considerations whatever. The threat in that 
letter, repeated so insolently on many English plat- 
forms and in numerous British newspapers, that 
unless Ireland concedes this right of veto to England 
she will indefinitely postpone her chances of obtain- 
ing Home Rule, compels me, while not for one 
moment admitting the slightest probability of such 
loss, to put before you information which until now, 
so far as my colleagues are concerned, has been solely 
in my possession, and which will enable you to under- 
stand the measure of the loss with which you are 
threatened unless you consent to throw me to the 
English wolves now howling for my destruction. 

In November of last year, in response to a re- 
peated and long-standing request,' I visited Mr. 
Gladstone at Hawarden, and received the details of 
the intended proposal of himself and his colleagues 
of the late Liberal Cabinet with regard to Home 
Rule, in the event of the next General Election favour- 
ing the Liberal party. 

It is unnecessary for me to do more at present 
than to direct your attention to certain points of 
these details, which will be generally recognized as 
embracing elements vital for your information and 
the formation of your judgment. These vital points 


of difficulty may be suitably arranged and considered 
under the following heads : 

1. The retention of the Irish members in the 

Imperial Parliament. 

2. The settlement of the land or agrarian difficulty 

in Ireland. 

3. The control of the Irish Constabulary. 

4. The appointment of the Judiciary (including 

Judges of the Supreme Court, County Court 
Judges, and resident magistrates). 

Upon the subject of the retention of the Irish 
members in the Imperial Parliament, Mr. Gladstone 
told me that the opinion, and the unanimous opinion, 
of his colleagues and himself, recently arrived at 
after most mature consideration of alternative pro- 
posals, was that, in order to conciliate English public 
opinion, it would be necessary to reduce the Irish 
representation from 103 to 32. 

Upon the settlement of the land, it was held 
that this was one of the questions which must be 
regarded as questions reserved from the control of 
the Irish Legislature, but at the same time Mr. 
Gladstone intimated that, while he would renew his 
attempt to settle the matter by Imperial legislation 
on the lines of the Land Purchase Bill of 1886, he 
would not undertake to put any pressure upon his 
own side or insist upon their adopting his views — 
in other and shorter words, that the Irish Legislature 
was not to be given the power of solving the agrarian 
difficulty, and that the Imperial Parliament would 

With regard to the control of the Irish Constabu- 
lary, it was stated by Mr. Gladstone that, having 
regard to the necessity for conciliating English public 
opinion, he and his colleagues felt that it would be 
necessary to leave this force and the appointment 
of its officers under the control of the Imperial 
authority for an indefinite period, while the funds 


for its maintenance, payment, and equipment, would 
be compulsorily provided out of Irish resources. 

The period of ten or twelve years was suggested as 
the limit of time during which the appointment of 
Judges, resident magistrates, etc., should be retained 
in the hands of the Imperial authority. 

I have now given a short account of what I 
gathered of Mr. Gladstone's views and those of his 
colleagues during two hours' conversation at Hawar- 
den — a conversation which I am bound to admit 
was mainly monopohzed by Mr. Gladstone — and pass 
to my own expressions of opinion upon these com- 
munications, which represent my views then as now. 

And, first, with regard to the retention of the 
Irish members, the position I have always adopted, 
and then represented, is that, with the concession 
of full powers to the Irish Legislature equivalent to 
those enjoyed by a State of the American Union, 
the number and possession of the members so re- 
tained would become a question of Imperial concern, 
and not of pressing or immediate importance for the 
interests of Ireland. But that, with the important 
and all-engrossing subjects of agrarian reform, con- 
stabulary control, and judiciary appointments, left 
either under Imperial control or totally unprovided 
for, it would be the height of madness for any Irish 
leader to imitate Grattan's example, and consent to 
disband the army which had cleared the wa^^ to 

I further undertook to use every legitimate in- 
fluence to reconcile Irish public opinion to a gradual 
coming into force of the new privileges, and to the 
postponements necessary for English opinion with 
regard to constabulary control and judicial appoint- 
ments, but strongly dissented from the proposed 
reduction of members during the interval of proba- 
tion. I pointed to the absence of any suitable 
prospect of land settlement by either Parliament 
as constituting an overwhelming drag upon the 


prospects of permanent peace and prosperity in 

At the conclusion of the interview I was informed 
that Mr. Gladstone and all his colleagues were en- 
tirely agreed that, pending the General Election, 
silence should be absolutely preserved with regard 
to any points of difference on the question of the 
retention of the Irish members. 

I have dwelt with some length upon these subjects, 
but not, I think, disproportionately to their im- 
portance. Let me say in addition that, even when 
full powers are conceded to Ireland over her own 
domestic affairs, the integrity, number, and inde- 
pendence, of the Irish party will be a matter of no 
importance ; but until this ideal is reached it is 3^our 
duty and mine to hold fast every safeguard. 

I need not say that the questions — the vital and 
important questions — of the retention of the Irish 
members on the one hand, and the indefinite delay 
of full powers to the Irish Legislature on the other, 
gave me great concern. The absence of any pro- 
vision for the settlement of the agrarian question, 
of any policy on the part of the Liberal leaders, fills 
me with concern and apprehension. On the intro- 
duction of the Land Purchase Bill by the Govern- 
ment at the commencement of last session, Mt. Morley 
communicated with me as to the course to be adopted. 
Having regard to the avowed absence of any policy 
on the part of the Liberal leaders and party with 
regard to the matter of the land, I strongly advised 
Mr. Morley against any direct challenge of the 
principle of State-aided land pmxhase, and, finding 
that the fears and alarms of the English taxpayer 
to State aid by the hypothecation of grants for local 
purposes in Ireland as a counter-guarantee had been 
assuaged, that a hopeless struggle should not be 
maintained, and that we should direct our sole 
efforts on the second reading of the Bill to the asser- 
tion of the principle of local control. In this I am 


bound to say Mr. Morley entirely agreed with me, 
but he was at the same time much hampered — and 
expressed his sense of his position — in that direction 
by the extreme section of his party, led by Mr. 
Labouchere. And in a subsequent interview he im- 
pressed me with the necessity of meeting the second 
reading of the Bill with a direct negative, and asked 
me to imdertake the motion. I agreed to this, but 
only on the condition that I was not to attack the 
principle of the measure, but to confine myself to a 
criticism of its details. I think this was false strategy, 
but it was a strategy adopted out of regard to English 
prejudices and Radical peculiarities. I did the best 
that was possible under the circumstances, and the 
several days' debate on the second reading contrasts 
favourably with Mr. Labouchere' s recent and abor- 
tive attempt to interpose a direct negative to the first 
reading of a similar Bill yesterday. 

Time went on. The Government allowed their 
attention to be distracted from the question of land 
pm-chase by the Bill for compensating English 
publicans, and the agrarian difficulty in Ireland was 
again relegated to the future of another session. 
Just before the commencement of this session I was 
again favoured with another interview with Mr. 
Morley. I impressed upon him the policy of the 
oblique method of procedure in reference to land 
purchase, and the necessity and importance of pro- 
viding for the question of local control, and of a 
limitation in the application of the funds. He 
agreed with me, and I offered to move, on the first 
reading of the BiU, an amendment in favour of this 
local control, advising that, if this were rejected, it 
might be left to the Radicals on the second reading 
to oppose the principle of the measure. This ap- 
peared to be a proper course, and I left Mr. Morley 
under the impression that this would fall to my duty. 
But in addition he made me a remarkable pro- 
posal, referring to the probable approaching victory 


of the Liberal party at the polls. He suggested some 
considerations as to the future of the Irish party. 
He asked me whether I would be willing to assume 
the office of Chief Secretary to the Lord Lieutenant 
of Ireland, or to allow another member of my party 
to take the position. He also put before me the 
desirability of filling one of the law offices of the 
Crown in Ireland by a legal member of my party. 
I told him, amazed as I was at the proposal, that I 
could not agree to forfeit in any way the indepen- 
dence of the party or any of its members ; that the 
Irish people had trusted me in this movement because 
they believed that the declaration I had made to 
them at Cork in 1880 was a true one and represented 
my convictions, and that I would on no account depart 
from it. I considered that, after the declarations 
we had repeatedly made, the proposal of Mr. Morley, 
that we should allow ourselves to be absorbed into 
English politics, was one based upon an entire mis- 
conception of our position with regard to the Irish 
constituencies and of the pledges which we had given. 
In conclusion, he directed my attention to the 
Plan of Campaign estates. He said that it would be 
impossible for the Liberal party when they attained 
power to do anything for these evicted tenants by 
direct action ; that it would be also impossible for the 
Irish Parliament, under the powers conferred, to do 
anything for them ; and, flinging up his hands with a 
gesture of despair, he exclaimed: " Having been to 
Tipper ary, I do not know what to propose in regard 
to the matter." I told him that this question was 
a limited one, and that I did not see that he need 
allow himself to be hampered by its future con- 
sideration ; that, being limited, funds would be avail- 
able from America and elsewhere for the support of 
those tenants as long as might be necessary; that, 
of course, I understood it was a difficulty, but that 
it was a limited one, and should not be allowed to 
interfere with the general interests of the country. 


I allude to this matter only because within the 
last few days a strong argument in many minds for 
my expulsion has been that, unless the Liberals 
come into power at the next General Election, the 
Plan of Campaign tenants will suffer. As I have 
shown, the Liberals propose to do nothing for the 
Plan of Campaign tenants by direct action when they 
do come into power; but I am entitled to ask that 
the existence of these tenants, whom I have sup- 
ported in every way in the past, and whom I shall 
continue to support in the future, shall not constitute 
a reason for my expulsion from Irish politics. I 
have repeatedly pledged myself to stand by these 
evicted tenants and that they shall not be allowed 
to suffer, and I believe that the Irish people through- 
out the world will support me in this policy. 

Sixteen years ago I conceived the idea of an Irish 
Parliamentary party independent of all English 
parties. Ten years ago I was elected the leader of 
an independent Irish Parliamentary party. During 
these ten years that party has remained independent, 
and because of its independence it has forced upon 
the English people the necessity of granting Home 
Rule to Ireland. I believe that party will obtain 
Home Rule only provided it remains independent of 
any English party. 

I do not believe that any action of the Irish 
people in supporting me will endanger the Home 
Rule cause or postpone the establishment of an Irish 
Parliament; but even if the danger with which we 
are threatened by the Liberal party of to-day were 
to be realized, I believe that the Irish people through- 
out the world would agree with me that postpone- 
ment would be preferable to a compromise of our 
national rights by the acceptance of a measure which 
would not realize the aspirations of our race. 
I have the honour to remain, 
Your faithful servant, 

Charles Stewart Parnell. 


AvoNDALE is not, as is commonly believed, an old pos- 
session of the Parnell family. The ancestral estate is that 
of Colure in Armagh. The house at Avondale was built 
by Colonel Hayes, its original proprietor, in 1777, this 
date being inscribed inside the hall door. Colonel Hayes 
was a Colonel in the Irish Volunteers during the Irish 
Rebellion, and the flags of his regiment used to hang up 
in the hall at Avondale, until, on the death of my brother 
Charley, they were taken down and placed on his coffin. 
Colonel Hayes planted a great deal of timber on the 
estate, and it was through a common interest in forestry 
that he formed a friendship with Sir John Parnell, the 
last member of the old Irish House of Commons. This 
friendship lasted until his death, and was so warm that 
by his will Colonel Hayes provided that Avondale should 
pass to his widow if she desired to live there; but in the 
case of her not wishing to do so, it was to become the 
property of his friend, Sir John Parnell, and his heirs. 
Mrs. Hayes refused to live at Avondale, and so the estate 
passed to the Parnell family. The will of Colonel Hayes 
contained a curious provision that the estate of Avondale 
should always pass to a younger member of the family 
(it being considered, no doubt, that the older members 
would be sufficiently provided for out of the Parnell 
ancestral estates in the counties of Armagh and Queens) ; 
and it also stipulated that the owners of Avondale should 
take the name of Hayes, or Parnell-Hayes. My grand- 
father was known as William Parnell-Hayes, but the 



name Hayes has for some reason been dropped by the 
subsequent heirs of the property. I came across this will 
of Colonel Hayes's in my father's desk, by accident, after 
Charley's death, and it explained to me why my father 
should have left Avondale to Charley. The latter, I 
think, never knew about it, because he often expressed 
regret that the property should have been left to him, 
as he felt that it ought to have come to me, as the eldest 

My father only owned the Avondale estate through 
the generosity of his sister Catherine, the late Mrs. 
Wigram, to whom my grandfather had left it. My father 
and Lord Powerscourt were rivals for the hand of Miss 
Delia Stewart, the American beauty, daughter of Com- 
modore Charles Stewart, and, to enable him to win her, 
his sister gave him Avondale, in return for a mortgage 
of £10,000, which was to bring her in an income of £500 a 
year. My father left Avondale to Charley and an income 
of £4,000 a year; whilst I was left the old Parnell estate 
in Co. Armagh, with only a small income, because my 
uncle, Sir Ralph Howard, had given my father to under- 
stand that I should be his heir, which would have made 
me as well provided for as Charley. 


Abercorn, Duke of, 114 
Alabama, C. S. Parnell in, 77-79, 
82-108, 147 
coal-fields of, 8, 91-94, 103, 

112, 285 
America, Parnell as a hero in, 8, 

American Civil War, the, 43, 55- 
58, 67, 85, 125, 127 
influence in Ireland, 68 

on Parnell, 196 

National League, 208, 238, 269 

sympathy with the Irish, 150, 

154, 156-164, 238, 245, 268 

War of Independence, the, 8 

centenary of, 145, 147 

Arklow, Parnell at, 136, 212, 258, 

283, 287 
Armagh Light Infantry, the, 54, 

55. 71 

Army Reserve, the, 150 
Arrears Act, the, 205 
Athlone, Parnell at, 172, 173 
Atlanta Constitution, The, 160, 

255. 268 
Atlanta, Georgia, 158, 160, 255, 

268-270, 276 
Aughavannagh, Parnell family at, 

9, 32, 63, III, 117, 155, 254, 259, 

282. 283 
Aughrim, 32 

Augusta, Georgia, U.S.A., 56 
Avoca, 285 

Land League, the, 291 
Avonbeg River, 280 
Avondale, 234, 259 

description of, 14-17, 33 
inherited by C. S. Parnell, 3, 

9. 14. 39. 58, 114 
mortgages on, 209, 256, 286, 

Parnell at, 130, 176, 178, 257, 

263, 278, 281, 287, 290 
quarries at, 147, 293 
sawmills at, 59-62, 76, 88, 93, 

113, 147, 256, 257, 278-280, 


Avonmore, the river, 3, 4, 14 

Ballyarthur cricket team, 31 
Bally Capple mines, the, 293 
Barndarrig, 291 
Barry, Mr., 167 

advises Parnell's retirement, 
Bennet, Pat, 256, 257 
Biggar, Joseph, arrest of, 188 

his campaign of obstruction, 

143. 149 
opposes Parnell, 232 
supports Parnell, 167 
Birmingham, Alabama, 79, S9-97, 


Birmingham, England, dynamite 
factory in, 210 
Gladstone in, 220 
Black Friday panic, the, 138, 286 
Blackrock, 259, 282 
Blake, Mr., 167 
Blindfold, walking, 60 
Bookey, Captain, 62 
Bordentown, 13 
Bossi, his work at Avondale, 16 
Boston, U.S.A., 44 
Boswell, James, 6 
Boulogne, Parnell in, 251 
Bourrienne, 6 

Boycott, system of, 184-187 
Brabazon, Lord, 47, 48 
Brennan, Thomas, secretau'y of 

the Land League, 188 
Brett. Sergeant, 69, 129 
Bright, John, opposes the Home 

Rule Bill, 215, 216 
Brighton, Parnell in, 233-235, 252, 

266, 285 
Brooke, Charles, 24 
Brooklyn, Land League meetings 
in, 163 
Parnell at, 152, 158 
Brooks, Mr., 167 
Brownrigg, Mr., 56 
Budget Bill, 1885, 212 
Bullock Harbour, 42 
Burke, Mr., murder of, 200-206, 221 
Butt, Isaac, his leadership, 149- 

152, 166 

305 20 


Butt, Isaac, his tenant-right cam- 
paign,ii3,ii8,i20,i3i, 142,291 
Byrne, T. A., 167, 291 

Cahawba, Parnell at, 89 
Callaghan, Miss, 103 
Callan, Mr., 167 
Cambridge, Parnell at, 49, 52 
Campbell, Mr., 235, 281 
Canada, Fenian raid on, 67 
Candles, superstition as to, 266 
Carlisle, Earl of, as Lord-Lieu- 
tenant, 54, 55, 72, 122 
Carlow, 252 

property, inherited by Henry 

Parnell in, 39, 115 
Carlyle, Thomas, 6 
Carysfort, Lord, 10, 117 

his estate at Arklow, 258, 282, 

283, 293 
Casino, the, 15, 34, 36, 44, 51 
Castle Howard, 24 
Castlereagh, Lord, 291 
Catholic Association, the, 8 
Cavendish, Lord Frederick, mur- 
der of, 200-206, 221 
Chamberlain, Joseph, his share in 

the Kilmainham Treaty, 

197, 231 
opposes the Home Rule Bill, 

supports Parnell, 153 
Chambers, Colonel, 86 
Chester, 51 
Chipping Norton, Parnell at, 47- 

52, 97 
Churchill, 51 

Clancy, Mr., opposes Parnell, 248 
Clan-na-Gael, the Parnells' rela- 
tions with, 152, 154, 162, 165 
Clarinda Park, 43 
Clarke, Wilham, tutor, 35 
Cliphart, Mr., 94, 98 
Clover Hill mines, 88, 106-108, 148 
Coalfields, Parnell's interest in, 
80, 88-95, 98, 104-108, 112, 130, 


Coercion Bill, the, 189-193, 196, 
198, 204, 205, 220 

Collins, Terry, 84 

Collure, inherited by J. H. Par- 
nell, 39, 61, 112, 123, 131, 302 

Colthurst, Mr., 167 

Congleton, Henry Parnell, Lord, 
his career, 7, 8 
Thomas Parnell, Mayor of, 7 

Conoree Copper Company, the, 278 

Corbett, W. J., on Parnell, 254 
supports Parnell, 63, 167, 
281, 292 
Cork, Daniel Horgan, Mayor of, 
Parnell M.P. for, 119, 166 

250, 300 
pride in Parnell in, x, xi 
Cowper, Lord, Viceroy of Ireland, 

Creggs, Parnell at, 252 
Cricket, Parnell's love of, 22, 29 

31, 38, 48, 51, 181 
Crimes Act, the, 204, 217 
Cummins, Dr., 167 

Dalkey, Parnell family at, 40 

Daly, 167 

Davitt, Michael, 132 

in America, 153, 187 
supports Parnell, 153, 203 

Dawson, 167 


Day, Mr. Justice, 225 

Derrybawn, 62 

Devereux, Nicholas, 285 

Dickinson, Captain, acts as agent, 
59, 60, 112 
in Dublin, 117, 119, 121-123, 

marries Emily Parnell, 11, 

12, 37. 45. 59 
Dickinson, Emily, in Dublin, 119- 
123, 138 
at Avondale, 256, 263, 277, 
278, 283 
Dillon, John, arrest of, 188, 251 
joins the Liberals, 247 
supports Parnell, 203, 238, 

supports the Plan of Cam- 
paign, 217 
suspension of, 190 
visits America, 156 
Doyle, Mr., 268 
Drink, dog, 86 
Dublin Castle, 281 

Parnell at, 188 
County, contested by Parnell, 

137-139. 291 
and South-Eastern Railway, 
the, 44 
Dublin, Parnell family in, 32, 38, 
39, 45. 50. 54. 62, 119, 126, 
Parnell in, 213, 249, 252, 279 
Parnell's funeral in, 254 



Dunne, Mr., 91 

Dynamite outrages, the, 209 

Edward VII., King, as Prince, 

visits Ireland, 212 
Edwards, Mr., engineer, 44, 50 
Egan, Patrick, treasurer of the 

Land League, 188, 196 
Eighty Club, the, 218 
Elba, 195 
Eltham, 231 
England, Parnell's hatred oi, 128, 

130, 177. 218 
Ennis, Parnell at, 186 
Enniscorthy, Painell at, 163, 165, 

Enniskerry, 68 
Erne, Lord, 186 
Errington, Mr., 167 

Feeney, Mr., 280 

Fenian Movement, the, its history, 
its influence on C. S. Parnell, 

72, 118, 127, 129, 145 
Parnell's relations with, 152, 
154, 161-163, 167, 185, 208 
Field, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph, 105 
FitzGerald, Dr., 246 
Flanigan, Mr., 167 
Flogging, abolition of, 150, 153 
Foley, Mr., 167 
Ford, Miss, 163, 269 
Ford, Patrick, editor of the Irish 

World, 152, 163, 164, 196 
Forster, Mr., as Chief Secretary 
for Ireland, 184-200 
his attack on Parnell, 206, 
Foy, Mr., 167 

Frederick the Great of Prussia, 6 
Freeman's Journal, 121, 236 
Frozen fruit and meat, importa- 
tion of, 137, 147 
Funerals, Parnell's dread of, 44, 

Gabbett, Mr., 167 
GafEney, Jack and Henry, 278 
Gafiney, Peter and Mary, 60 
Galbraith. Rev. Henry, 34 
Galvin, Father, supports Parnell, 

103, 136 
Galway, representation of, 141, 

231, 232 
Gibbons, Pat, 85 
Gill. Mr., 167 

Gladstone, William Ewart, as 
Premier, his Irish policy, 
167, 190, 193-198, 212, 213, 
219, 231, 247, 248, 251, 292 

his collars, 175 

his Home Rule Bill, 214-216, 

his Land Act, 190 

Parnell on, 218 

Parnell's relations with, 132, 
190, 193, 202, 240-244, 253. 

Glenmalure, 254, 284, 292 
Glens, The O'Donoghue of the, 172 
Government Army Bill, the, 153 
Grant, President, 145, 146 
Grattan, Henry, his Parliament, 

7, 212, 297 
Gray, Mr., 167 
Green, Parnell's aversion to. 174, 

263, 264, 273 
Greenare, 291 
Grey, Lord. 8 
Grey, Lord de, 292 

Habeas Corpus Act, suspension of 

the, 188-193, 198 
Hacketstown, 136 
Hamilton, Lord Claude, 114, 115 
Hamilton, merchant, 52 
Hannen, Mr. Justice, 225 
Hansard, consulted, 142 
Harcourt, Sir William, his Crimes 
Bill, 204 
his Irish policy, 242, 248 
Harrington, T., supports Parnell, 

223, 238, 247, 260 
Harrison, Mr., 235 
Hawarden, Parnell at, 295-298 
Hawksley, Mr., solicitor, 234 
Hayden, Mr., M.P., 172, 173 
Hayes, Colonel Samuel, bequeaths 

Avondale to the Parnells, 14, 

16, 302 
Hayes family, the, at Avondale, 3 
Healy, Timothy, assists Parnell, 
in America, 160, 269 
on Parnell, 237 
Hennessy, Sir John Pope, con- 
tests Kilkenny, 248, 265 
Hicks-Beach, Sir Michael, as Chief 

Secretary for Ireland, 129, 145 
Hill, Matt, 85, 125 
Hill. Senator, 85 
Home Rule Bill, Gladstone's, 214- 

216, 220, 266 


Home Rule Conference, 1878, 152 
League, the, 152 
Paxnell's efEorts for, 138, 
141, 148, 152-168, 183, 
206, 274 
Paxnell's prophecy con- 
cerning, 281 
struggle for, 68, 118, 131 
138, 141, 274 
Horgan, Daniel, Mayor of Cork, 

his tribute to Parnell, vii.-xi. 
Howard, Sir Ralph, guardian, 39, 

59, III, 113-115, 288, 303 
Hunting, Parnell's love of, 61, 181 

Invincibles, the, 201-206 
Ipswich, 70 

Ireland, American sympathy with, 
150, 154, 156-164, 238, 245, 
disestabUshment of the 

Church of, 199, 213 
famine in, 155-161, 167, 183, 

Home Rule for, 68, 118, 131, 

134. 141 
outrages in, 184, 197, 199, 209 
Irish Insurrection Act, the, 8 

ParUament, the, 7, 134, 212, 

281, 291, 297, 302 
party in ParUament, Parnell 
as leader of, vii., 131, 
162, 166, 167, 183, 189, 
213, 216, 239-252, 294- 
tactics of the, 142-146, 

149-153, 190, 227 
under Redmond, 259 
priests, their attitude to Par- 
nell, 240, 250 
Irish World, The, 152, 196, 210 

James I., 7 

Jersey City, 108, 163 

Johnson, Mr., guardian, 40 

Kavanagh, gardener, 33 

Kenny, Dr., 252 

Kettle, A. J., 291 

Kilkenny, coalfields of, 284, 285 

Kilkenny election, the, 248, 250, 

Killarney, 58 

Kilmainham Prison, Parnell in, 
194-198, 292 
Treaty, the, 197, 205 
King, Harry, in Ireland, 56-58, 125 

Kingham, 51 
Kingsbridge, 58, 119, 250 
Kingston, near Avondale, 37, 278, 

Kingstown, Parnell family at, 41- 

44. "4 
Kirk Langley. Peirnell at school 
at, 29 

Labouchere, ?Ienry, 299 

supports Parnell, 236 
Ladies' Land League, the activi- 
ties of, 13, 153, 163, 206, 269 
Lalor, Mr., 167 
Lancaster, R.A., loS 
Land Act, Gladstone's, 190, 212, 

League, the, activities of, 
153, 163, 185, 191. 195, 
266, 291 
its responsibility for out- 
rages, 184, 206, 227 
suppression of, 188, 193, 
Lanier, Mr., 82 
Leahy, J., 167 
Leamy, Mr., supports Parnell, 167, 

246, 249 
Leeds, 194, 292 

Liverpool, Pcu-nell in, iii, 148, 
T.P. O'Connor, M.P. for, 232 
Lonby, Miss, 11 
Long Leaf pine lands, 104 

Mahon, Mr., 167 
Mallon, Superintendent, 194 
Maloney, Father, 290 
Manchester murders, the, 6g, 71, 

129, 145 
Mangan, J. C, quotation from, 65 
Marderon, M., 29 
Marietta, 271 
Marsh, Sir Frederick, 38 
Martin, John, M.P., 139 
Martin, P., 167 
Marum, Mr., 167 
Maryborough, 191 
Matier, Mrs., 11 
Mayo, Parnell elected M.P. for, 

McCarroU, Joseph, his tribute to 

Parnell, 290-293 
McCarthy, Justin, opposes Par- 
nell, 246, 248, 251 
supports Parnell, 167, 237 
McConn, Mr., 167 



McDermott, Alfred, solicitor, 11, 

40, 256, 277 
McDermott, Sophy, 11, 13, 40, 

45. 112 
McDermott, The, supports Par- 

nell, 237 
McDonald, Patrick, 282 
McFarlane, Mr., 167 
McKenna, Mr., 167 
Meath, Parnell returned for, 139- 
141, 166 
Earl of, 47 
Meeting of the Waters, the, 3, 14, 

30, 36, 280, 284 
Melbourne, Lord, 8 
Meldon, Mr., 167 
Merna, Michael, 5, 278 
Merna, Mrs., 79, 82 
Mexico, Pamell's father in, 9 
Militia, Parnell as a member of 

the, 54, 71, 72, 148 
Mineralogy, Parnell's interest in, 

25S, 278-2S5, 293 
Montgomery, U.S.A., 89, 95-97 
Montreal, Parnell in, 161 
Moonlighting, 187, 270 
Moore, Thomas, 14 
Moran, P. J., 160, 255, 268 
Morley, Arnold, publishes Glad- 
stone's letter, 243 
Morley, Viscount, 248 

Gladstone's letter to, 241- 

243. 295 
his Irish policy, 218, 298 
Mount Avon, 36, 40, 280, 287 
Mount Jerome, 39, 44 
Mutiny Bill, the Marine, 149, 150 

Naas, 194 
Napoleon I., 6, 195 
National League, the, activities 
of, 208, 236, 265 
Liberal Federation, the, 241 
New Orleans, Parnell at, 94-98 
Newport, Rhode Island, 77-80 
New York, 256, 269, 277, 282, 286 
Davitt in, 153 

Land League meetings in, 163, 
Parnell in, 108, 117, 146, 148, 
Nolan, Colonel, M.P., supports 

Parnell, 141, 149, 246, 247 
Nonconformist opposition to Par- 
nell, 242 
"No Rent" Mxnifesto, the, 196 
North and South Railway, acci- 
dent on the, 98-101, 105 

Northcote, Sir Stafford, 151 
North Georgia, 270 
North Sligo, 252 

O'Brien, Sir P., 167 
O'Brien, William, arrest of, 251 
his " No Rent " Manifesto, 196 
hisplan of compaign, 216, 219, 

joins the Liberals, 247, 251 
supports Parnell, 238 
Obstruction, Parnell's campaign 

of, 143, 149-153. 162, 189 
O'Connor, Arthur, 167 
O'Connor, T. P., in America, 238, 
in Dublin, 277 
joins the Liberals, 247 
M.P., for Liverpool, 231 
supports Parnell, 167 
O'Connor Don, The, 43 
October, regarded as ill-omened, 

O'Donnell, F. H., his action 

against the Times, 225 
O'Donoghue, The, his reminis- 
cences of Parnell, 172, 173, 177, 
O'Gorman, Mr., 167 
O'Kelly, J. J., supports Parnell, 

167, 246, 277 
Orangemen, Canadian, 160, 161 
O'Shea, Captain, divorces his wife, 
200, 231-236 
returned for Galway, 232 
supports Parnell, 167, 231 
O'Shea, Misses, 235 
O'Shea, Mrs., her marriage with 

Parnell, 11, 81, 231, 234 
O'Sullivan, W. H., 167, 188 
O'Toole, Patrick, 63 
Oxford, 51 

Paget, Theodosia, 11, 13, 14 

in Newport, 80 
Paris, C. S. Parnell in, 62, 73-81, 

III. 195 
Parnell family in, 38, 62, 74, 

113. 115 
Parliament, Parnell as a member 

of, 141. 149-153. 162, 177, 183 
Parnell family, the, at Avondale, 

3. 9-17 
Parnell, Anna, 13, 45, 211 
Parnell, Charles Stewart, appears 
after death, 258-260 
as a conversationalist, 48, 125 


Parnell, Charles Stewart, as an 

engineer, 58, 62, 79, 92, 

147, 279 
as leader of the Irish party, 

vii., 131, 162, 166, 183, 189, 

213, 216, 239-252, 294-301 
as a member of Parliament, 

141, 199, 211, 227, 
as a militia-man, 54, 72 
as a mineralogist, 42, 79, 88, 

107, 258, 278-285, 293 
as the " Uncrowned King " 

of Ireland, viii, 231 
at Aughavannagh, 63, iii, 

at Avondale, 60 
cartoon of, 5 

contests Dubhn, 138, 291 
decides to enter pohtics, 118- 

122, 130 
deserted by his party, 236- 

his aloofness from his partv, 


his childhood, 11, 15, 18-46 
his death and funeral, 252- 

his early love-affairs, 24, 49, 

73-81, 116, 130 
his education, 27-29, 34, 41, 

45. 47-53 
his financial affairs, 80, 88, 

94, 103, 108, 209, 286-289 
his horror of the Phoenix Park 

murders and all outrages, 

200-208, 210, 217 
his ill-health, 181-198, 217- 

219, 226, 252, 281 
his imprisonment, 193-198, 

his interest in coalfields, 88- 

95. 103, 106, 130, 148 

his love of his own way, 25, 26 
his love of sport, 31, 48, 55, 

56, 61, 117, 120, 181 
his loyalty to the Throne, 

128, 212 
his manifesto, 294-301 
his many superstitions, 174, 

263-267, 273 
his nervous attacks, 32, 83, 

his patriotism, x, 5, 21 
his personal appearance and 

characteristics, 171-182, 281 
his pohcy of obstruction, 144, 

149-153, 162, 189 

Parnell, Charles Stewart, his rela- 
tions with the Fenians, 70- 
72, 118, 127, 129, 145, 152, 
154, 161-163, 167, 185, 208 
his relations with Gladstone, 
132, 190, 193, 202, 218, 240- 
244. 253, 295 
his resentment against Eng- 
land, 122, 130, 177 
his reserve, viii, 29, 126, 174 
his sawmills at Avondale, 62. 

See Avondale 
his sense of humour, 1 72 
his struggle for Home Rule, 

X, 142, 148, 213, 281 
in Paris, 62, 195 
in a railway accident, 96-103 
influence of the American 
Civil War on, 55, 67, 85, 
inherits Avondale, 39, 59, 114, 

277, 302 
marries Rirs. O 'Shea, 231-233 
M.P. for Cork, ix, xi, 166 
M.P. for Meath, 139, 166 
organizes the Lamd League, 

154, 163, 185, 191 
prosecution of, 188 
repudiates Pigott's forgeries, 

suggests boycotting, 186 
supports his brother's can- 
didature, 123, 124, 133- 
137. 258 
tributes to, vii-xi, 290-293 
visits America, 77-11 1, 146, 
156-164, 268 
Parnell, Delia, 11,21. 5ee Thomson 
Parnell, Emily, childhood of, 11, 
12, 22, 30. 31, 35, 37, 43, 45. 
See Dickinson 
Parnell, Fanny, as President of 
the Ladies' Land League, 
153, 154, 163 
childhood of, 11, 20, 34, 45, 46 
death of, 210 
in America, 146, 147, 154, 

160, 163 
in Paris, 116 
patriotism of, 13, 20, 70 
superstition of, 116, 267 
Parnell, Hayes, 10-12 
Parnell, Henry Tudor, 11, 45 

inherits Carlow property, 39. 

Parnell, Sir Henry. See Lord 




Parnell, Sir John, career of, 7, 14, 

134. 302 
Parnell, John Howard, acquaint- 
ance with Mrs. C. S. Par- 
nell, 234-236 

American experiences of, 59, 
77-109, 146, 255, 268-276 

as a member of Parliament, 
128, 259 

at Avondale, 59, 62, 256, 278- 

attends Land League meet- 
ings, 154, 160, 163. 268, 

contests Wicklow, 123, 124, 

C. S. Parnell's bedside visits 

to, 258-260 
education of, 29, 34, 38, 45- 

entertains C. S. Parnell in 

Alabama, 77-95, 105-109 
heir of Sir Ralph Howard, 59, 

in the Armagh Light Infantry, 

54. 71. 72 

inherits Collure, 39, 59, 61, 
112, 123, 131, 303 

in Paris, 29, 38, u6 

interest in the American Civil 
War, 55 

inventor of method of export- 
ing frozen fruit, 137, 147 

railway accident to, 96-105 

recollections of childhood, 18- 

Parnell, Mr. H., father of C. S. 

Parnell, 291 
death of, 38 
marriage of, 9 
Parnell, Mrs., mother of C. S. 

Parnell, her devotion to 

the cause of freedom, 69-72 
her financial affairs, 61, 106, 

115-117, 138 
her loyalty and her hatred of 

England, 128 
in America, 160, 163, 277 
in Dublin, 32, 45, 50, 54, 62, 

in Paris, 38, 62, 113, 115 
on her son, 132, 233, 252, 255, 

supports the Land League, 

154, 158, 163, 269 
Parnell, Mrs. C. S., at Brighton, 

Parnell, Sophy, 34, 45. See 

Parnell, Theodosia, 45. See Paget 
Parnell, Thomas, 7 
Parnell, William, grandfather of 

C. S. Parnell, 8 
Petty, Mr., 157 
Philadelphia, Davittin, 153 

Land League meetings in, 

163, 208 
Parnell in, 147 
Phoenix Park murders, the, 200- 

Pierce, Dr., in a railway accident, 

Pigott forgeries, the, 200, 221- 

Pilkington, Mr., M.P., 48 
Pitt, William, proposes the union 

of Ireland, 7, 291 
Plan of Campaign, O'Briens, 

216, 217, 219, 244, 266, 300, 

Portarlington, Earl of, 8 
Powell, Colonel, 90, 91 
Power, O'Connor, in America with 
Parnell, 145-148 
supports Parnell in Parlia- 
ment, 183 
Power, R., 167 

Powerscourt, Lord, 10, 48, 303 
Prisons Bill, the, 149 
Providence, Rhode Island, 163 

Quan-Smith, Mr., 43 
Queenstown, in, 165, 256 

Ran, boss, 87 

Rathdrum, 34, 35, 103, 135, 256, 
278, 280, 285, 288 

Read, Mr., 90 

Redmond, John,- as leader of the 
Irish Party, 259 
at Aughavannagh, 63 
in Dublin, 236 
supports Parnell, 246, 247 

Redmond, William, 246 

Ricketts, Captain, 11, 12 

Robinson, Mr., attorney, 108 

Roderon, M., 38 

Rome, Parnell in, 75, 76, 115 

Rossa, O'Donovan, editor of 
United Ireland, 70, 71 

Rossin, M., 45 

Rossina, MdUe., 50 

Russell, Sir Charles, defends Par- 
nell, 225, 226 


Savannah, 268 

Scotland Yard, 201, 210 

Scully, Vincent, 249 

Sexton, Mr., 167, 188 

Shank, Mr. and Mrs Felix, 88 

Shaw, William, leader of the Irish 
Party, 94, 152, 166, 183 

Sheffield, 241 

She Stoops to Conquer, 37 

Shooting, Parnell's love of, 181 

Smith, Catterson, artist, 46 

Smith, Mr. Justice, 225 

Smithwick, Mr., 167 

Smyth, Mr., 167 

South African Bill, the, 151 

South Carolina, 278 

Spencer, Lord, Lord-Lieutenant 
of Ireland, 13, 200, 207 

St. Aldwyn, Lord, 145 

Stepaside police barracks, 68 

Stewart, Charles, uncle of C. S. 
Parnell, 38, 58, 69, 106, 
in Paris, 74-75, iii, 115 

Stewart, Commodore Charles, and 
Mrs.. 8-10, 38, 43, 55, 128. 

Stewart, Delia, marries Mr. Par- 
nell, 8-10, 303 

Sullivan, A. M., 291 

Sullivan, T. D., in America, 238 
joins the Liberals, 247 
supports Parnell, 167. 188 

Synan, Mr., 167 

Tallaght, Battle of, 68 

Taylor, Colonel, M.P. for DubHn, 

Tenant Right System, the, 113, 

117, 120, 131 
Thirteen, Parnell's dislike of the 

number, 264, 267 
Thompson, Mr., Mrs., and Henry, 

II, 12, 38, 116, 148, 195 
Thompson, Sir Henry, 181, 252 
Times, the, on Parnellism and 
Crime, 221-225 
Parnell's manifesto in, 294- 
Tipperary, 173, 300 
Toronto, Parnell in, 160, 161 
Trim, Parnell in, 139 
Trinity College head rent, 113 
Truth. 236 

Twopenny, Mrs., nurse, ig, 22, 26, 
30, 32, 34. 51 

Ulster Tenant Right, the, 134 
Uncrowned King, the, viii, 231 
United Ireland, 70, 249 

Valley of the Seven Churches, the, 

Victoria, Queen, Parnell's loyalty 

to, 128, 129 
Virginia, Parnell's interest in the 

mines of, 80, 88, 106, 148 

Walsh, Martin, 40 

Warrior Coalfield, the, 91-94, 103, 

147, 279 
Welsh quarries, the, 283, 284 
West, Charles, agent, 36, 40 
West Point, Alabama, 269 

C. S. Parnell visits his brother 
at, 77-79, 82-89, 95, 105 
Wexford, Parnell at, 194, 292 
Wey bridge, 14 
Whateley, game-keeper, 56 
Whinstone Quarry at Arklow, the, 

258, 282, 293 
Whitechapel murders, the, 237 
Wicklow, coalfields of, 284, 287 
Chemical Manure Works, 278 
contested by J. H. Parnell, 

124, 125, 133-137, 258 
Harbour, 293 
Parnell, High Sheriff of, 122, 

133, 135, 137 
Parnell in, 68, 73, 117, 136 

287, 290, 292 
Rifles, the, 54, 71 
Wicklow, Lord and Lady, at 

Avondale, 3, 10 
Wigram, Mrs., 287, 303 
Wingfield, Louis, 48 
Winslow, Dr. Forbes, 28 
Wishaw, Rev. Mr., tutor, 47-50, 

Wood, Katharine. See Mrs. 

Woods, Miss, Parnell's engage- 
ment to, 74-81, 130 
Wylde. Lady, quotation from, i 

Yeovil, Parnell at, 27 

Zouche, Miss, 32, 34, 40 



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