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| ISBN-13: | 9781504032698 |
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| Publisher: | The Permanent Press (ORD) |
| Publication date: | 03/29/2016 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
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| Pages: | 256 |
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The Zeal of the Convert
The Life of Erskine Childers
By Burke Wilkinson
The Permanent Press
Copyright © 1985 Burke WilkinsonAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5040-3269-8
CHAPTER 1
The Boston Connection
It was the first visit of a British military unit to the United States since Yorktown 120 years before. It was the first time that such a unit had come to Boston since that blustery March day in 1776 when General Howe and his troops sailed down the harbor in sullen evacuation.
The Honourable Artillery Company of London came at the invitation of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company of Massachusetts to repay a visit of the latter in 1896 when "they did make a pilgrimage to London to visit the parent organization from which it sprang." Parent and offspring were the oldest military organizations in their respective countries.
The Dominion liner Mayflower sailed from Liverpool on September 23, 1903. King Edward VII, the Colonel of the Company, sent a bon voyage message predicting "a most gratifying reception in the United States." As the Mayflower slipped her moorings, every ship in the Mersey saluted her.
Erskine Childers — small, neat, clipped of mustache and speech — lined the rail with the other gentlemen rankers of the Honourable Artillery Company.
The thirty-one year old Englishman was something of a celebrity, for The Riddle of the Sands, with its full cargo of adventure and suspense along the German coast, had come out earlier in the year and was already a bestseller.
Childers and his comrades-in arms had spent a year of harsh campaigning in the South African War. They had played their part in the pursuit of Christian de Wet, the celebrated guerrilla leader, leaving ten of their number on the African veldt and under the stubborn hills called kopjes by the Boer.
Now they were in the mood for fun.
The nine days at sea had a pattern of their own. Each morning the Company cleaned and inspected arms. There were squad drills and sword exercises. The first night out the Company gave a concert for the other passengers. Private G. St. J. Lobb rendered "I'm a Jonah Man," billed as a humorous song. Private E.A. Fisher brought down the main saloon with "Yo, Ho, Little Girls," and Lieutenant Colonel the Earl of Denbigh and Desmond, C.V.O., the commanding officer sang "Love's Coronation," with "Alouette" as an encore.
(Lord Denbigh's Edwardian credentials were impeccable. He was a former Royal Artillery officer who had seen service in Egypt and India. He had also been aide-de-camp to the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland and was currently Lord-in-Waiting to the King and represented the Irish Office in the House of Lords.)
Sunday the Rev. Dr. Leighton Parks held divine service in the saloon, and delivered a well-received address on "The Miracle of the Anglo- Saxon Race." Last night out came the climax: a fancy dress ball with handsome Lord Denbigh as Father Neptune and the comely Lady Denbigh as Britannia.
It was all the perfect embodiment of those piping days of Edwardian peace.
A delegation of "Ancients" was waiting to board the Mayflower below Boston Light. As she came up the harbor "every ship large or small joined in the reception with display of bunting ... with screech of siren or toot of whistle." By Order of the Secretary of War, Fort Warren spoke with a 21-gun national salute. Not to be outdone, the Secretary of the Navy sent the cruiser Chicago, and Vice Admiral Douglas of the Royal Navy ordered H.M.S. Retribution down from Halifax. Both were in holiday array of flags and signal pennants.
As the Mayflower, also fully beflagged, neared her Charlestown dock, the officers and men of the HAC, 173 all told, were drawn up on deck in full uniform. From the top of the Bunker Hill Monument the Stars and Stripes and the British national ensign waved in fraternal welcome.
Mary Alden Osgood watched the great parade from one of the Beacon Street houses. She was a young woman in her midtwenties with auburn hair, a broad fair brow and a most charming smile. Crippled in early youth, she had endured and overcome great pain. At thirteen an operation had restored the use of her legs in some degree. She had learned to walk again, to laugh and to live a near-normal life. Her friends called her Molly.
It was the greatest parade since the Grand Army of the Republic, everyone said. Every militia unit within range came to greet the HAC and to march with them. There was in fact a confusion of uniforms. Even the two wings of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company were turned out in a manner that the Company's own official report admitted was "kaleidoscopic."
Then the HAC swung into view. First came the infantry in tight-fitting scarlet coats and bearskins, then the artillery, blue-coated and wearing jaunty busbies. All frogs and facings were of silver, indicating volunteer status, but the way they marched, in the characteristic British quickstep, was beyond all doubt professional.
"The Englishmen walked as if on dress parade, the Americans as if on business bent," one Boston newspaper noted.
Now Battery A of the Company was passing the house where Molly watched. There was not all that much to differentiate the marchers, for each was cocky of step and unwavering of glance. But for as long as he was in view, Molly's eyes followed the dapper figure, the perfectly cradled sabre and the total, swinging assurance of Gunner Erskine Childers.
That night, blissfully unaware that his time of freedom was fast running out, Erskine Childers along with his HAC comrades enjoyed an evening of vaudeville acts staged in their honor at Faneuil Hall. Star turns were Act 4, featuring Mr. Al Leach and the Three Rosebuds (from the "Girls Will Be Girls Company"), followed by the incomparable Mr. Raymond Hitchcock.
Later, at Company headquarters in the Prince of Wales Suite of the Revere House, there was considerable revelry. This was made possible in good part by "The Ten of Us," some of the more sporting of the Ancient and Honorable Hosts. Each put up $1000 for the entertainment of their English guests. One survivor mentioned 24-hour-girl-and-drink service. Anyone who has ever taken part in a British military "bash" will know that there was also considerable cheerful breakage, wrestling and brawling.
The next night a group of the HAC visitors had been asked to dine with Mr. Sumner Pearmain, a popular stockbroker and banker. Mr. Pearmain, whose many English friends included H.G. Wells and Sir Frederick Pollock, had received word from an English lady that Erskine Childers was one of the Company, and so he was among those invited.
Childers, a little the worse for the previous evening's wear, wrote a polite note to Mr. Pearmain saying he hoped that the latter would excuse him from dining, as he had lost his evening clothes and had a considerable black eye. A hand-delivered note from Mr. Pearmain brought the reply: "Come anyway." Mr. Pearmain had also invited his niece, Margaret Osgood Warren, and her husband Fiske Warren, already of Single Tax fame. At the last minute "Gretchen" Warren, as she was known, became ill and begged her younger sister, Molly Osgood, to go in her place.
Molly went and, as fate would have it, sat next to Erskine Childers at dinner. By the end of the evening, according to a family chronicler, both knew that "they would never be parted."
Monday night, October 5, was the Great Banquet for the HAC in Symphony Hall, with 1033 gentlemen guests. The ladies were allowed in after dinner for the speeches, "in balconies not required by the band."
Gov. John L. Bates and Mayor Patrick Collins were among the speakers, as were the venerable Sen. George Frisbie Hoar and former Navy Secretary John D. Long. The Hon. George Lyman, Collector of the Port of Boston, responded to the Toast to the President and Lord Denbigh, in resonant form, to the toast to the HAC. One highlight of the evening was the regimental fire as "made" by the Company — a series of hisses led by Lord Denbigh in a long right-to-left gesture and culminating in an explosive cheer:
"ssss ... ssss ... ssss ... ssss ... ssss ... buh-LOOM!!"
Erskine Childers hissed vigorously along with the rest, but by now his mind was on other matters. Soon there were wonderful drives with Molly in a 1903 Winton touring car, and trips to Harvard, Massachusetts, where the Warrens had a house.
Neither seems to have had any doubt but that fate had brought them together. All past experience took on new meaning in light of an ecstatic present and a future they would soon share.
Some weeks after his comrades of the HAC sailed home from their triumphant visit, Erskine Childers proposed to Molly in a canoe on Bare Hill Pond at Harvard, and was joyously accepted.
The promising Mr. Childers — the not-yet-very-complicated Mr. Childers, sailing man and Establishment figure — was marrying one of the most unusual women of her time. She was tiny, but under the fair brow and beneath the charming smile was a will of tempered steel.
The skating accident that cost Molly Osgood the use of her legs happened when she was three. Both hips were injured, with tubercular abscesses developing in cruel succession. For ten years she was literally a basket case, for she was carried everywhere in her specially constructed basket, which also served as her bed.
Her father, Dr. Hamilton Osgood, a practicing physician with a scholarly turn of mind, was her strong support. When she was still very little, she confessed to him that "more than anything she wanted to be like other people." Very gently he explained that "she could do it only by taking her thoughts away from herself and putting all her mind on interesting things and on the friends around her."
When the pain grew too great, she would ask her nurse for her toy umbrella and it would not be removed until she could smile again. When she was seven, she told her father that she did not think she could go on. Dr. Osgood said, "Now we can really begin." He had long had an interest in hypnosis, and would later publish a book on the subject. He taught Molly how mind and will could triumph over affliction and how she must learn to "let the pain flow over her."
Dr. Osgood, short, bald, with the broad Osgood forehead and a pointed beard, was very fond of his brother-in-law, Sumner Pearmain. They were in fact more like brothers than most brothers are. They were properly Bostonian in their clubs and country houses, their ties to Harvard and to England. They also shared a trait that was a little unusual for men of their background: they liked the Irish rebels who fled to America or came there in the Irish nationalist cause, and they opened their fine houses to them.
Dr. Osgood saw to it that Molly was included in everything possible. Lying in her basket, listening to the soft-spoken, volatile Irishmen who trooped through, she heard and absorbed a lot.
John Boyle O'Reilly was everybody's favorite Irishman, including Molly's. He was born in County Meath and at fourteen joined the Fenian Movement. In 1863 he enlisted in the 10th Hussars, his purpose being that of "furthering the revolutionary cause and learning the arts of war for future use." Arrested three years later on five capital charges, including the formenting of mutiny, he was condemned to death. Ultimately the sentence was commuted to twenty years' penal survitude and he was transported to Western Australia. Escaping to sea in a small boat, he was picked up by the whaling bark Gazelle out of New Bedford. Six months later he arrived in America. The first thing he did was apply for United States citizenship.
He came to own and edit The Pilot, the voice of the Catholic-Irish in America. His novel, Moondyne, told of his hardships in an Australian chain gang, under a thin veneer of fiction. Poems poured from his pen. He was said to rank "next to Whittier, Longfellow and Holmes in the popular heart of New England and America."
He had a "great shock of black hair," William Hovey tells us, "a clipped beard equally black ... erect, soldierly bearing." His fierceness was belied by his eye, for "a kindlier, truer, merrier eye no man ever had."
Confined to her own small basket prison, Molly could sympathize with O'Reilly, enduring solitary confinement in the stifling iron cells of Dartmoor and Pentonville. Chained as it were to her bed, she could identify with O'Reilly, led in chains through London to his convict ship.
The magic name "Parnell" also became familiar as talk of Ireland's hopes for freedom flowed around her.
Like a dangerous bacillus in the blood stream, Molly's hostility to British imperialism would be dormant in her intellect from crippled childhood to active maturity.
In 1890 — the year O'Reilly died — she had the operation that gave her some mobility. She was thirteen at the time. Three years later a second operation made it possible for her to have children. The courage and self-discipline which she had developed lasted all her life. She almost never used the pronoun "I", and had no self-pity.
Her bold, firm handwriting, as analyzed by an expert, tells us a lot: "She went toward people she cared about, never holding back. She was highly intelligent, quite stubborn, not proud, not easily influenced by others, deeply spiritual, modest and not very intuitive." Something she wrote, in a rare moment of self-appraisal, is revealing, too: "For unknown reasons, two gifts were given me as I crossed this strange place the world — a love of giving and a hunger and thirst after righteousness."
Now all that reaching out, all that caring, all that love of giving would be concentrated on one person.
The wedding took place at Trinity Church on January 6, 1904. It was the coldest January in years. Nantucket was icebound, and at Orange, Massachusetts, the temperature was 50° below. Japan and Russia were on the brink of war. Owen Wister's The Virginian had just opened on the New York stage to rave reviews. Lily Langtry was visiting Langtry, Texas. The day before, President Roosevelt nominated Mr. Taft to be Secretary of War.
Tall palms were massed in the chancel of the church, and there were two vases of Ascension lilies on the Communion Table. Everyone was in his proper place — with Bishop Lawrence of Massachusetts officiating, Wallace Goodrich at the organ, and a throng of Boston's best in the pews. The celebrated Dr. William Rainsford had come from New York to assist the Bishop. Dulcibella Childers was maid of honor — and almost everybody knew that her brother had named the yacht in his famous novel for her.
The best man was Robert Barton of County Wicklow, double first cousin of the groom. There were Coolidges, Blakes, Kidders among the twelve ushers, three Rainsfords, Roger Merriman and Beverly Rantoul.
Dr. Osgood looked happy and handsome. Everyone was talking about his wedding present to the happy couple: the sturdy gaff-rigged ketch called Asgard.
Everything was white — Molly's satin wedding dress, her bouquet of lilies of the valley, the pleated skirts and chiffon hats of the four bridesmaids.
The only splash of color in the great vaulted church was Dr. Rainsford's crimson hood. No one at the time thought this bit of ecclesiastical scarlet was in any way unusual, but some would cite it later as a portent of tragedy.
How Erskine and Molly Childers joined forces in Ireland's cause ... how Erskine with his gift of eloquence and his convert's zeal plunged into the cause ... how he went beyond her with the sadder, lonelier passion of the martyr ... such is our story, a story whose groundwork was laid and whose dim outlines could already be seen in Boston that fall and winter, as 1903 shivered into 1904.
CHAPTER 2A House Called Glan
Erskine Childers was born in London on June 25, 1870. He was the second son of Robert Caesar Childers and Anna Henrietta Barton Childers who lived at 58 Mount Street, just south of Grosvenor Square.
The Childers family had all the correct ruling-class attributes and connections, including a cousin, Hugh Culling Eardley Childers who, in due course, would be Secretary of War, first Lord of the Admiralty, Chancellor of the Exchequer and, finally, Home Secretary, in various Gladstone Cabinets.
Robert Caesar and Anna Childers were quite remarkable people — more so than their proper connections and conventional West End address might imply. Robert Caesar as a very young man had been a civil servant in Ceylon, where he acquired a consuming interest in the Pali language and the sacred texts of the Buddhists. When his health broke down in 1864, he returned to England. He devoted the rest of his short life to the translation of Pali documents and to the preparation of his great pioneering work, a two-volume dictionary of the language. Childers died of consumption and exhaustion at the age of thirty-eight.
The entry about him in the Dictionary of National Biography contains an extraordinary tribute: "To an unusually powerful memory and indomitable energy Childers united enthusiasm in the cause of research, a passionate patience, rare even in new and promising fields." These traits young Erskine would inherit in marked degree.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Foreword,1. The Boston Connection,
2. A House Called Glan,
3. Deeper into Wicklow,
4. A Sunlit Time,
5. Late Afternoon of Empire,
6. Not So Splendid, Not So Little ...,
7. A Swirling Summer, a Fragmented Fall,
8. The Book that Became a Legend,
9. Solstice,
10. The Framework of Home Rule,
11. The Mottled Sky,
12. The Running of the Guns (1),
13. The Running of the Guns (2),
14. The Spilling of the Waters,
15. "Roundels Is Us",
16. Cuxhaven Revisited,
17. Flights East and Firebrands West,
18. Of Cosmetics and Conventions,
19. The Beginning of the Troubles,
20. Battles of Gun and Pen,
21. A Flawed Treaty ...,
22. ... and a Bitter Debate,
23. A Sad and Sour Spring,
24. "The Women and Childers' War",
25. The Hunter and the Hunted,
26. A Stillness at Beggar's Bush,
Aftermath,
Bibliography,
Index,
Acknowledgments,