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               <p>A copy of the last letter and will of Thomas MacDonagh (1878-1916), found in the papers of Grace Gifford Plunkett. MacDonagh's last letter outlines the details of his surrender, his thoughts on the failure of the Rising and his death sentence. It also details his wishes regarding his estate, and the letter concludes on a personal note with words to his family. Thomas MacDonagh was one of the signatories of the 1916 Proclamation and a leader of the Easter Rising. He was convicted and sentenced to death by firing squad in Kilmainham gaol on 3 May 1916, with Padraig Pearse (1879–1916) and Thomas Clarke (1858–1916), the first three of the Rising’s leaders to face execution.</p>
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                Kilmainham Gaol,   <time>Midnight,</time> Tuesday, 2nd May    1916    I, Thomas MacDonagh, having now heard the sentence of <lb/>the Court Martial held on me toâday, declare that in all my<lb/> acts âall the acts for which I have been arraigned âI have<lb/> been actuated by one motive only, the love of my country, the<lb/> desire to make her a sovereign independent state. I still<lb/> hope and pray that my acts may have for consummation her lasting <lb/>freedom and happiness.  I am to die at dawn, 3.30 a.m. 3rd May. I am ready to<lb/> die, and I thank God that I die in so holy a cause. My <lb/>Country will reward my dust richly.  On April 30th I was astonished to receive by a messenger<lb/> from P.H. Pearse, Commandant General of the Army of the Irish<lb/> Republic, an order to surrender unconditionally to the British<lb/> General. I did not obey the order as it came from a prisoner.<lb/> I was then in supreme command of the Irish Army, consulted with<lb/> my second in command and decided to confirm the order. I knew<lb/> that it would involve my death and the deaths of other leaders.<lb/> I hoped that it would save many true men among our followers<lb/>, good lives for Ireland. God grant it has done so and God approve<lb/> our deed. For myself I have no regret. The one bitterness<lb/> that death has for me is the separation it brings from my beloved<lb/> wife, Muriel, and my beloved children, Donagh and Barbara. My <lb/>Country will take them as wards, I hope. I have devoted myself <lb/>too much to National work, and too little to the making of money<lb/> to leave them a competence. God help them and support them,<lb/> and give them a happy and prosperous life. Never was there a<lb/> better, truer, purer woman than my wife Muriel, or more adorable<lb/> children than Don and Barbara. It breaks my heart to think that<lb/> I shall never see my children again, but I have not wept or<lb/> mourned. I counted the cost of this and am ready to pay it.<lb/> Muriel has been sent for here. I do not know if she can come.<lb/> She may have no one to take the children while she is coming.<lb/> If she does â  My money affairs are in a bad way. I am insured for  Â£ 200<lb/> in the New York Life Co. but have borrowed  Â£ 101, I think. I am<lb/> insured for  Â£ 100 in the Alliance Co. but have a bank debt for  Â£ 80.<lb/> That leaves less than  Â£ 120 from these sources, if they produce<lb/> anything. In addition I have insured my two children for  Â£ 100<lb/> each in the Mutual Co. of Australasia, payments of premiums to<lb/> cease at my death the money to be paid to the children at the age<lb/> of twenty one.<lb/> I ask my brother Joseph McDonagh and my good<lb/> and constant friend David Houston to help my poor wife in these<lb/> matters. My brother John, who came with me and stood by me all<lb/> last week has been sent away from here, I do not know where to.<lb/> He, if he can will help my family too. God bless him and my<lb/> other <seg type="del">brothers and sisters</seg> sisters and brothers  Assistance has been guaranteed from funds in the hands of Cumann<lb/> na mBan and other funds to be collected in America by our<lb/> fellow countrymen there in provision for the dependents of those<lb/> who fall in the fight. I appeal without shame to the persons<lb/> who control those funds to assist my family. My wife and I  
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              have given all for Ireland.  I ask my friend David Houston to see Mr. W.G. Lyon, publisher<lb/> of my latest book, <hi rend="underline">Literature In Ireland</hi>, and see that its<lb/> publication may be useful to my wife and family. If Joseph<lb/> Plunkett survives me and is a free man I make him with my wife,<lb/> my literary executor. Otherwise my wife and David Houston will<lb/> take charge of my writings. For the first time I pray that they<lb/> may bring in some profit at last. My wife will want money from<lb/> every source.  Yesterday at my Court Martial in rebutting some trifling<lb/> evidence I made a statement as to my negotiations for surrender<lb/> with General Lowe. On hearing it read after it struck me that<lb/> it might sound like an appeal. It was not such. I made no appeal<lb/> no recantation, no apology for my acts. In what I said I merely<lb/> claimed that I acted honourably and thoroughly in all that I set <lb/>myself to do. My enemies have, in return treated me in an unworthy <lb/>manner. But that can pass. It is a great and glorious thing to<lb/> die for Ireland and I can well forget all petty annoyances in the <lb/>splendour of this. When my son, Don, was born I thought that to<lb/> him and not to me would this be given. God has been kinder to me<lb/> than I hoped. My son will have a great name.  To my son Don. My darling little boy, remember me kindly<lb/>. Take my hope and purpose with my deed. For your sake and for the<lb/> sake of your beloved mother and sister I would wish to live long,<lb/> but you will recognise the thing I have done and see this as a<lb/> consequence. I think still I have done a great thing for Ireland,<lb/> and with the defeat of her enemy, won the first step of her freedom.<lb/> God bless you, my son.  My darling daughter, Barbara, God bless you. I loved you<lb/> more than ever a child has been loved.  My dearest love, Muriel, thank you a million times for all<lb/> that you have been to me. I have only one trouble in leaving life â<lb/>leaving you so. Be brave, darling, God will assist and bless you.<lb/> Good bye. Kiss my darlings for me. I send you the few things I<lb/> have saved out of this war. Good bye my love, till we meet again<lb/> in heaven. I have a sure faith of our union there. I kiss this<lb/> paper that goes to you.  I have just heard that they have not been able to reach you.<lb/> Perhaps it is better so. Yet Father Aloysius is going to make<lb/> another effort to do something. God help and sustain you, my love.<lb/> But for your suffering this would be all joy and glory. <seg type="closer"> Your loving husband <lb/> Thomas McDonagh </seg> Good bye.<lb/> I return the darlings' photographs.<lb/> Good bye,<lb/> my love.  
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