Corrected typescript of an apparently-unpublished article, titled ‘The Five Hundred Years War’.

Autograph Signature at end: ‘Lennox Robinson.’ Typescript, 3pp, 4to, good condition.. A bitter denunciation of British rule, written in the immediate aftermath of the 1916 Easter Rising. It begins, ‘Even as I write it is too late; the mischief has been done; eight of the Sinn Fein leaders have been shot.’ Three manuscript emendations: the change of ‘eight’ to ‘12’ here and on p.2; and of ‘treaties’ to ‘treaty’ on p.3.[...] | I write from the South, from a quiet country district. Here there was no trouble. While Dublin seethed and suffered we went on dully working, wondering what all the pother was about, why the trains didn’t run, why our letters were undelivered. When we did know what had happened we were filled with dismay, we blamed the rebels. I heard no man say a word in praise of the Sinn Feiners’ action – until Pearse was shot. | Now all is changed. [...] | You say this is justice. [...] Are you going to put half Ireland in prison for life? [...] You say engaged in our titanic struggle we have no time for a trifle like the Irish question. Titanic! Why, compared with the Irish war that you and we have waged for hundreds of years what an insignificant affair is your little brush with the Germans. Compared with Belgium’s agony of two years what is ours of centuries? [...] Can you not admit, England, that you will never conquer us? Is it not time to bring the Great War to an end?