John Mitchel,
An Ulsterman for Ireland — Letter 3
(1917)
“ Will you not gird up your loins for this great national struggle, and stand with your countrymen for life and land? Will you, the sons of a warlike race, the inheritors of conquering memories—with the arms of freemen in all your homes, and relics of the gallant Republicans of Ninety-eight for ever before your eyes—will you stand folding your hands in helpless "loyalty," and while every nation in Christendom is seizing on its birthright with armed hand will you take patiently, with your rations of yellow meal, your inevitable portion of eternal contempt? ”
