Shooting, indeed, was proceeding everywhere.  During daylight, at least, the sound is not sinister nor depressing, and the thought that perhaps a life had exploded with that crack is not depressing either.

In the last two years of world-war our ideas on death have undergone a change.  It is not now the furtive thing that crawled into your bed and which you fought with pill-boxes and medicine bottles.  It has become again a rider of the wind whom you may go coursing with through the fields and open places.  All the morbidity is gone, and the sickness, and what remains to Death is now health and excitement.  So Dublin laughed at the noise of its own bombardment, and made no moan about its dead—­in the sunlight.  Afterwards—­in the rooms, when the night fell, and instead of silence that mechanical barking of the maxims and the whistle and screams of the rifles, the solemn roar of the heavier guns, and the red glare covering the sky.  It is possible that in the night Dublin did not laugh, and that she was gay in the sunlight for no other reason than that the night was past.

On this day fighting was incessant at Mount Street Bridge.  A party of Volunteers had seized three houses covering the bridge and converted these into forts.  It is reported that military casualties at this point were very heavy.  The Volunteers are said also to hold the South Dublin Union.  The soldiers have seized Guinness’s Brewery, while their opponents have seized another brewery in the neighbourhood, and between these two there is a continual fusilade.

Fighting is brisk about Ringsend and along the Canal.  Dame Street was said to be held in many places by the Volunteers.  I went down Dame Street, but saw no Volunteers, and did not observe any sniping from the houses.  Further, as Dame Street is entirely commanded by the roofs and windows of Trinity College, it is unlikely that they should be here.

It was curious to observe this, at other times, so animated street, broad and deserted, with at the corners of side streets small knots of people watching.  Seen from behind, Grattan’s Statue in College Green seemed almost alive, and he had the air of addressing warnings and reproaches to Trinity College.

The Proclamation issued to-day warns all people to remain within doors until five o’clock in the morning, and after seven o’clock at night.

It is still early.  There is no news of any kind, and the rumours begin to catch quickly on each other and to cancel one another out.  Dublin is entirely cut off from England, and from the outside world.  It is, just as entirely cut off from the rest of Ireland; no news of any kind filters in to us.  We are land-locked and sea-locked, but, as yet, it does not much matter.

Meantime the belief grows that the Volunteers may be able to hold out much longer than had been imagined.  The idea at first among the people had been that the insurrection would be ended the morning after it had began.  But to-day, the insurrection having lasted three days, people are ready to conceive that it may last for ever.  There is almost a feeling of gratitude towards the Volunteers because they are holding out for a little while, for had they been beaten the first or second day the City would have been humiliated to the soul.