I said to him, βWill you pray for the men who are about to shoot youβ, and he said, βI will say a prayer for all brave men who do their duty.ββ¦ His prayer wasβ¦ βForgive them for they know not what they do.ββ¦ and then they shot himβ¦.
James Connollyβs last words with a Father Aloysius, in Nora Connolly, βThe Irish Rebellion of 1916, Or The Unbroken Traditionβ, New York: Boni and Liverright, 1919, p. 190.
















