This is a letter from Patrick Langford Beazley to his son Piaras Béaslaí. Patrick wishes Piaras a happy St. Patrick's day and discusses the number of men who've 'gone to the colours' or enlisted with the British Army. Patrick also writes of the 'terrible' death of W. McCarthy, who perished in a car accident.

Piaras Béaslaí (born Percy Frederick Beazley) was an English born writer, revolutionary, politician, language revivalist, journalist and a member of the IRB. In February of 1916 he published the Fàinne, a publication to organise Gaelic speakers. He soon abandoned it and became involved in politics and would later fight in the Easter Rising.


  • City and Town Life


Institution: National Library of Ireland
Collection: MS 33,972 / 11, MS 33,972 / 11

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Patrick Langford Beazley. "Letter from Patrick Langford Beazley to Piaras Béaslaí on St. Patrick's eve 1916". Letters of 1916. Schreibman, Susan, Ed. Maynooth University: 2016. Website.

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From: Patrick Langford Beazley
To: Piaras Béaslaí
Date Sent: 16 March 1916

Subject: Letter from Patrick Langford Beazley to Piaras Béaslaí on St. Patrick's eve 1916
My dearest Pierce,

A happy St. Patrick's Day to you and Langford. I hope the weather will be finer than it has been here for a good many days. We have had all sorts of weather, each phase quite as trying as the other. Today has been somewhat mild. I hope the turn for the better will continue until we get settled good weather. Let us have a line to let us know how you are and how things are with you. I suppose in Dublin, as here, the tendency in newspaper work is to economy. However, there is less inclination here now than there was at the declaration of war to be alarmed. A good number of men have gone to the colours from the newspaper staff. The difficulty of making one's way at night is as great as ever, but fortunately the evenings are growing long. I am told that Dr McCarthy's death was a terrible one. A heavy car or wagon must have passed over him. He was taken to the hospital and the priest came before he died, but he was unconscious. We have no news, but are quite well, thank God. Wehere now and again from Carey and he always enquires about you. Don't forget to write.

With fondest love from Mother and myself,

Ever affectionately