What about the Fenians?
"The Shellback's Progress" by Walter Runciman
From Sergeant Colgan he got nothing except a guess that the General might have been one of the Fenians.
"General John Regan" by George A. Birmingham
Two of the leaders were typical of the old Fenians of darker days.
"Six days of the Irish Republic" by Louis Redmond-Howard
The Fenians, it was said, were raising a fleet to bombard Halifax.
"A Soldier's Life" by Edwin G. Rundle
The proof, it appears, ought to have conformed to the precedent set by certain trials of Fenians in England.
"The Life of Sir James Fitzjames Stephen, Bart., K.C.S.I." by Sir Leslie Stephen
And Princess Maureen was almost sorry for her vow, for her heart was touched by the beauty of the Fenian champion.
"Irish Fairy Tales" by Edmond Leamy
He was intimately acquainted with the details of the Fenian movement.
"The Red Hand of Ulster" by George A. Birmingham
I would rather not name the Fenian leaders I knew, and the reason is this.
"Ireland as It Is" by Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
The oul' lad might turn Fenian an' get transported or hung!...
"Changing Winds" by St. John G. Ervine
Fenian invasion, the, and Confederation, 113, 118.
"The Fathers of Confederation" by A. H. U. Colquhoun
Nay; nay, he still is kingly–
He wanders in a glen
Where Fionn goes by a-hunting
With misty Fenian men.
"The King of Ireland's Cairn" by Anna Johnston MacManus
Our feasts are without any voice of priests
And none at them but women lamenting
Tearing their hair with troubled minds
Keening miserably after the Fenians.
"A Poem Written In Time Of Trouble" by Lady Augusta Gregory
And he lay down on the rocks, and at the end of twelve days he died.
And his wife keened him there, and made a great lamentation for her
husband that had such a great name, and that was the second best of
the Fenians of Ireland.
"The Parting Of Goll And His Wife" by Lady Augusta Gregory
You were the man was best of the Fenians, beautiful Diarmuid, that
women loved. It is dark your dwelling-place is under the sod, it is
mournful and cold your bed is; it is pleasant your laugh was to-day;
you were my happiness, Diarmuid.
"Her Lament For His Death" by Lady Augusta Gregory
A group of high-ranking Fenians came and watched a thirtyinch working model plunge and surface in the waters off Coney Island, and soon afterward the trustees of the Skirmishing Fund gave Holland the money to build the real thing.
In 1870, Port Huron was the launch point along with the city of Detroit for the Fenian Brotherhood to capture British North America (now known as Canada) and hold them hostage to use as a bargaining chip to liberate Ireland.